On The Tube

On the Tube
Jane had been trying for ages to find a decent toilet to relieve her aching bladder. As she had boarded the tube, she resigned herself to a long painful journey home. At least the carriage was empty, but they nearly always were this time of night. She pressed the play button on her Walkman and tried not to think about her full bladder, and how badly she needed to empty it.
The tube rattled out of Baker Street and headed north. She had always been funny about using public toilets, and how they were usually filthy and disgusting. Coupled with the fact that they never had any paper, which meant wet panties. She liked the moist feeling between her legs, but felt it was dirty and wrong.
Sweating and aching she kept her legs shut and decided to have a look through her bags at what she had bought that day. Christmas shopping was fun, and here it was November; time to start buying in earnest. As she reached down to her bags, the train jolted and she thought she could feel a tiny squirt gush into her panties. Involuntarily looking round, she hiked up her skirt to investigate. Nothing there. The pressure was still increasing though, and strangely enough she felt thirsty. She found a bottle of Evian in her pocket and had a drink. This was a stupid thing to do, she told herself, but she would be home soon and everything would be alright.
Suddenly the lights went out. This was nothing strange, it happened regularly, but then the train stopped. The drivers voice came over the tannoy, explaining that there had been a bomb scare at Finchley Road, and for the present they were stuck where they were.
Jane was mortified. She didn’t think she could hold out much longer. Without any warning a small spurt trickled out of her pussy, soaking into the crotch of her panties. There was no denying it, she had wet them this time. She slid a hand up to her thighs and touched the cotton, trying to judge how much had come out. A small damp area between her legs told her what she feared. Even as she was examining them, the pressure had built up again and another few drops leaked out.
Well, she reasoned, all was not lost. The cotton should absorb quite a lot more yet, so she could probably afford another few drops without any trouble. The idea of wetting herself had never seemed arousing before, but now, in the darkened tube train carriage, she was beginning to feel quite turned on by the whole thing.
She rubbed the lips of her pussy through the cotton, and the word HEAT sprang into her mind. She felt herself moistening with her own juices and with her free hand massaged one of her nipples. Becoming turned on like this made her feel less likely to lose control of her bladder, so she carried on her activities for a while. The fact that the carriage was inside a tunnel, surrounded by darkness, with the only light coming from the red emergency bulbs (which wasn’t anywhere near enough to see) she felt she was pretty safe to enjoy herself without fear of being caught.
She began to be aware of the pressure on her bladder again, but this time cared a lot less. She lifted her skirt up above her waist and spread her legs wide. Whilst still rubbing the outside of her panties, she pushed down against the tenseness of her bladder muscles. Pushing like this forced a great gush of piss to spurt out of her pussy, into her panties to join the rest of the mixture on her crotch. Feeling the increased hot, wet spot between her legs, she slipped a finger inside the material of her panties and gently tickled the wet lips of her pussy, moaning slightly in the empty, darkened carriage. She suddenly wished she could see her panties, imagining what the wet spot must now look like. More piss seeped out of her, and this time she felt it trickle past her finger, making it wet. She mixed this with the juice from her vagina, then brought her finger up to her nose. Lost in another world, she inhaled the aroma and slid her finger into her mouth and sucked on it.
Suddenly the lights came on and the train began to move. Without thinking, she pulled her skirt back down, catching a glance at her panties. There was indeed a big dark patch between her legs and she was sad to stop playing with herself, she was getting so close to coming. She sat for a while watching the dark outside and hardly noticed when more piss gushed into her hot panties. Realising that she would mark her skirt, she ground her thighs together and tightened hold of her muscles. She managed to control herself until she got home, barring a couple of wet accidents on the way; and instead of going to the bathroom, made herself a cup of coffee and sat and went through her purchases, becoming more aware of the intense pressure inside her. As she sat at the kitchen table, she relieved this pressure slightly by letting a little bit more piss into her panties. Determined to enjoy herself, but save her skirt, she painfully changed into some tight, white jogging pants and sat back down at the table. A damp stain had appeared almost immediately. She rolled herself a smoke and began to read a magazine she had bought. After a while she was really relaxed and getting very turned on. She opened her legs wide to have a look at the damp patch and pushed down hard. The patch got bigger as she felt the warm wetness seep out of her. She slipped one hand inside her pants and rubbed at her clit. The feeling was like electric shocks running through her body and she pushed again. She let out a loud moan as more piss erupted from her, leaking out onto the metal chair. She stood up with her legs spread wide and decided to keep going until she was totally empty. The stain instantly spread down both her legs and onto her bare feet, as she rubbed furiously at her pussy.
She grabbed the chair and shoved the top of it between her legs and ground her pussy against the horizontal chrome bar. The hardness against her swollen clit caused her unbeleivable sensations, heightened by the fact that hot piss was still leaking through the crotch of her once white panties, soaking the cotton and staining the white jogging pants. She felt her orgasm building as the piss flowed out over her hand. Pushing as hard as she could, she felt the waves start at her stomach and flow outwards and she convulsed, still rubbing furiously. Her bladder emptied and she collapsed back onto the chair, her pussy red hot and throbbing and her pants completely drenched. I must do this again, she thought to herself.
Fish.