Have You Ever Had To Help Someone In Distress

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Have you ever been called upon to help some one in dire need of a pee and they were having some difficulty that need assistance.  Twice I have been called on to help a female friend who was dying for a piss. 

The first time was when I was in college.  I was the maintenance mam for the dorms we lived in and one evening a bunch of us were at the local bar drinking.  The bar was two blocks from the dorm so it was a favorite of ours as it was in stumbling distance from where we lived.  As I was enjoying a beer with my buddies one of the girls in the dorm came up to me and asked if we could talk a minute?  When I asked what was up Jennifer said she wanted to talk outside.  I went outside with her and she began to do a little pee pee dance and proceeded to explain that she was dying to pee but couldn't get her belt off.  She had a metallic belt that had a little heart shaped padlock as a buckle and she could not find the key.  She said she had it with her and must have lost it and begged me to help her.  I laughed and said sure lets go.  We headed back to the dorm as briskly as she could waddle.  Every so often she would have to slow down and grab her crotch.  By the time we were 100 yards or so from the dorm she had a constant death grip on her crotch to keep the dam in place.  We went to my work shop where I retrieved a pair of heavy dyke pliers and went to work on the padlock.  It was difficult work as it was a small but metal padlock.  The fact that Jennifer was dancing around in sever distress.  When I finally cut the lock off Jennifer didn't even try to get to a bathroom.  She whipped down her jeans and hoisted herself up on my large steel shop sink releasing a wicked piss into the empty steel sink.  You could hear her piss hitting that sink bottom a mile away.  When she was finished she hopped off the sink, gave her pretty little butt  a shake and pulled up her panties and jeans before giving me a big kiss of thanks.  A week later I gave her a new padlock for her belt and the key on a necklace for her to wear instead of just putting the key in her pocket.  I jokingly showed her the other key and told her I would keep it for emergencies. 

The second time was when I was the manager of a restaurant.  It was after the dinner hour was over and I had a skeleton crew to man the place and close up.  My cashier came to me in the office with a sheepish look on her face and proceeded to explain that she really needed to pee but that her shirt tail was stuck in her zipper.  She was shifting around a bit, but not doing a full on pee pee dance.  I asked her if she could make it home and she said no so I told her to hold on.   I went up front and asked one of the other people to take over the cash register a few minutes and went back to my office to find Cindy doing a pee pee dance.  We had a company that took care of any maintenance needs, but I always had a few basic tools around for little things.  I pulled out a pair of pliers and told Cindy to step over to me.  I told her I would try to pull the zipper free but would have to hold the top of her jeans to do so.  She readily agreed and I slid my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and grabbed the snap area with one hand and took the pliers and grabbed the tab of her zipper.  She had really done a job getting some of her shirt tail stuck in her zipper as it did not want to come free.  Every time I would tug she would moan as my hand holding her waistband would push on her bladder.  Cindy was really squirming around at this point on the verge of tears and asked me to just cut her jeans open at the crotch when with one good tug the zipper came down.  She quickly snapped the waist band open freeing my hand and took off holding her jeans up racing for the bathroom.  A couple of minutes later she came back and thanked me profusely with an embarrassed look on her face.  When I tugged the zipper down it became apparent that she didn't wear underwear.  She was blonde and the carpet matched the drapes so to speak.