The Journey

Great story, glad you kept your jeans dry, I wonder if the taxi driver noticed how desperate you were? It must be one of the perks of the job of being a taxi driver lol
Nbear

[Finesse]

Hi Krina:

Great story, I´m happy for you you made it, sort of made it anyway, at least you wasnt discovered, which is the bad part. Since you post on the board I know you liked wetting yourself and since you didnt get discovered I guess it was a good experience? Or do you still see it as a bad one?

Hugs
Finesse

[Anonymous]

I viewed it as a fair experience. I was grateful for finding a quiet and secluded spot where there was no one around. The driver didn't notice anything peculiar when I re-joined him back at the taxi.

So, all in all, not a bad experience. I've had worse ones, put it that way. images/smiles/icon_smile.gif The one I had at work was particularly bad - very embarrassing, indeed.

[Finesse]

Hi Krina!

We must be here at the same time, and thats pretty cool. You just cant say you had a worse experience and then not tell us.....how rude images/smiles/icon_wink.gif Okay, I got to go off internet now but I hope you write it down in the future so we could read it images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

Okay, a last question, if you thought it was a fair experience then you must have liked wetting and stuff before this time, or am I wrong?

Anyway, cant stay on internet now....got to go, sorry.

Hugs
Finesse

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[Anonymous]

"When I woke up, I quickly had to cross my legs over each other, because the pressure had become rather intense."
Was it the need to pee that woke you up??

Would also like to know why you peed in your panties instead of either pulling them aside or slipping them down with your jeans, cause then to get them off must of been a worrysum act, out there in the open. I know with my GF, no way can the jeans come off without the shoes first; so you have 1. shoes off, 2. jeans off, and finally 3. panties? This all out there in the open vs. you could of done just a slip down or off to the side before you had peed. O, and those soaked panties in your pocket? That must of produced a wet spot in a strange place?

[Anonymous]

I'd arrange to travel from London (where I live) to Birmingham to see my friend, Becky, as she was studying at a college in Birmingham.

I was 17 at the time and had only just passed my driving test and I wasn't such a confident driver, so to attempt such a drive was a very daunting experience. I had hoped to get a coach trip, but there weren't any going on the date that I had arranged to meet her. So, I talked my mother into paying for a taxi for me.

On the morning that I was travelling, I woke up late. I went into the bathroom and began doing my hair and whatnot. I hurried around the house getting ready and making sure I had packed everything that I would need. Admittely, I did spend an awful long time deciding on which nail-polishes to take and which to leave behind - hey, it's one of the hardest decisions!

Finally, after everything was packed, I was able to drink the cup of coffee that my mother had made for me ten minutes earlier. It was a bit cold, so I drank half of it and then filled it back up and drank that too.

As I was finishing the coffee, I heard a car-horn outside. I stuck my head out the kitchen window and saw the taxi parked outside. The driver - a middle eastern man wearing a turban - was motioning at me to hurry up by pointing to his watch very distinctively.

I grabbed my bag, kissed my mother goodbye, and headed out.

The first thirty minutes of the taxi ride where quite pleasent. The driver was not the talkative type, despite my efforts to start a conversation, he barely spoke. I was thankful of this, because it allowed me to listen to music on my walkman.
After about forty-five minutes, I began to notice that I needed to pee. I glanced at briefly at my watch: 9:20am - no problem, I figured we'd be having a break for petrol or something soon. It wasn't that bad anyway. I turned the volume up my on walkman and soon forgot all about it.

I must have fallen asleep after that. I hadn't had much sleep the previous night, because I had been so excitied about seeing Becky for the first time in close to a year.
When I woke up, I quickly had to cross my legs over each other, because the pressure had become rather intense. I looked at my watch, it was almost 11am.

I was a bit apprehensive about asking the taxi driver to stop. He hadn't seemed the most friendliest of people. However, the pressure was so much that I decided to ask.

He grunted a little, but agreed to stop at the next service station. I was a bit relaxed after that and I listened to more music and felt better knowing that soon I would be alright.

By the time we arrived at the service station, I had gotten a lot worse. I had been shifting around in my seat for about fifteen minutes before we actually stopped.
As soon as the engine stopped, I bolted out of the car and went up to the first attendant I saw.

As I stood dancing around and twisting my legs back and forth in front of him, I asked him where the bathrooms were in a very high pitched tone, as I was feeling incredibly anxious.

He told me in a sort of sympathetic tone that they were out of order. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and I begged him to help me, but he said he was sorry and couldn't do anything about it and he walked off.

Suddenly, I felt a huge wave overcome me and I had to instantly grab myself to prevent a flood. I stood there in the middle of courtyard, bent over with my legs tightly crossed and grabbing myself through my jeans.

I knew that there was only one thing left for it. I hobbled around to the back of the garages where there was no one about, still holding myself tightly and grinding my teeth together. I pulled down my jeans, still holding myself through my panties, I squatted on the ground. When I removed my hand, there was nothing for a few seconds. Then, a loud hiss and warmth began to fill my panties. It narrowly missed my jeans and instead ran along the gutter where I was and down the drain. The relief was incredible. I finished and pulled my panties off and put them in my pocket. I didn't wear any underwear for the rest of the journey.

That night at Becky's house I confessed the entire thing. She was very sympathetic and understanding. She even told me about the time she peed herself during her GCSE exams.

I felt better after that. images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[Tapper]

Great story, Krina, about having to pee so bad. If only I had been that attendant seeing you dancing around and hearing your high-pitched voice! I'd have felt sorry for you, and tried to help even if I couldn't, but seeing you there being so desperate would have been unforgettable. Tapper

[Larry Lamb]

Great story, but why did you get a taxi instead of a train!? It must have cost a fortune, from London to Birmingham! (For nonUKers, the distance is about 100 miles or more, taxi costs would be in the region of £150 - 200, a train return would have been £60 at most at a guess).

Very generous Mum you have there, Krina!!