Stuck In The Theatre

I was in the theatre one time watching a musical and I was so gripped I never realised I needed to pee until after the interval. Unluckily for me, I'd bought a large Pepsi and had drunk all of it by that time. When I realised my sudden need, I found that I needed it quite badly. I decided that I didn't want to miss any of the show or disturb other people by getting up and going. So, for the next 45 minutes or so I was sat clenching my muscles and squeezing my legs tightly together to not let a single drop out - I didn't want to spoil the theatre's luxury seats! 

20 minutes after I first noticed my need to pee, I was getting pretty desperate. I looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching, and slid my hand between my legs to grasp my pee hole. I realised at that point I was pretty turned on so I gave my clít a couple of quick rubs before sitting upright in my seat clenching my legs as tight as possible. I tried to concentrate on the performance as I'd lost track of what was going on.

As soon as the actors went offstage after their curtain call, I jumped up to run down the stairs and to the toilets, however I couldn't get past the people either side of me as they were taking their pretty little time to get up, grab their stuff and go. I started marching on the spot, trying to disguise it as stretching, however I felt a twinge in my pee hole and clamped my legs together whilst reclenching my muscles. Finally everyone started to move, so I tried my best to get past them to the door. I was stuck for about a minute behind a crowd of people, but soon enough I got past them, hobbled to the toilets because of my sheer desperation, grabbed the door handle and practically flung myself into the block...

...only to find a queue of about 17 people all trying to get into the three toilets. This thought almost made me wet myself there and then, but I managed to hold on. About ten minutes, with three people in front of me, I found myself having to double over with my tightly crossed legs. I jumped about a little bit and almost let a little bit go, but managed to hold it back. A woman a couple of people back from me was groaning because she was obviously desperate too, but then the sound cut off and I turned to look around at her. She was crouched pretty close to the ground with both hands tightly gripping her crotch area. Two toilets flushed and a few seconds later two people in front of me entered the cubicles. I turned back to look at the woman and pee was dribbling out of her hands and forming a small puddle of the floor. She tried straightening up and the hissing sound stopped. She still had both hands clenched against her vagína and there was a visible wet patch either side of her hands. 

Because of concentrating on her, I found I was relaxing a bit and barely managed to stop my own pee from flowing. Another toilet flushed and the remaining person in front of me went into the now free cubicle. I noticed the toilet on the end had been engaged for the whole time I'd been there, and knocked on the door. Vacant. However, someone behind me said "I've been told that toilet is out of use." so I found my place in the queue again. By this time, the people separating me from the woman who had peed herself a little, had got bored of waiting and left.  When another toilet flushed, she gasped as she realised I was the only person left in front of her and she could finish her business within minutes. The other cubicle was still engaged by a person who was taking their time doing a number 2, I assumed.

Finally, the toilet became vacant and I entered the cubicle. Unfortunately for me I was wearing incredibly tight skinny jeans, and fumbled for a minute whilst trying to undo the button on my jeans. Whilst doing this, it pressed on my bladder and I had no hands free to hold myself from peeing myself. I wriggled and squirmed whilst a jet of pee forced its way out of myself. I used all my strength to cut off the stream to unzip my jeans. 

I decided I wanted to tease myself and the woman outside who was desperately hanging on, so with my silk knickers still on I rubbed my clít until I shook and squirmed all over the place. Good thing I can have silent orgásms! I heard a moan from outside and a loud hiss. I snuck a look from underneath the cubicle door (whilst holding myself) and saw a puddle spreading from underneath the woman who had previouly started to wet herself. I looked even further down and could just about see her pee soaked jeans. She started sobbing as she finished up what she'd done. Oopsie! 

It took me a second to realise I still needed to pee really badly. When that second passed, a stream of pee shot out of me again, so strong it arched out of my panties. I clenched my muscles, whipped down my knickers and finished peeing in the toilet. It felt so good to finally be able to release it without having to stop the stream, however I thought I'd might as well get into the practise and cut off my stream once more. I decided to hold that last little bit in for my two hour car journey home. I pulled my panties and my jeans back up and felt the wetness of my knickers seep through into my jeans slightly. Luckily, I was wearing black jeans so it was only visible from close up.

I bought another large Pepsi for on the way home. Did I get desperate? Well, that's another story. ;)