Her bladder is painfully past the point of patience. She makes it to the cubicle just in time. But only after she sits with her panties down does she notice the still heels in the next one. She waits for a tap, a flush, anything. The Ladies stays silent. So does she.
legit almost peed my pants at a fourth of july barbecue,,,
crushed like four whiteclaws in the pool and was starting to need to go very bad, but i'm too good-natured to pee in the pool and i didn't want to just rush out like "ok leaving the pool now im desperate to go!" 1/?
Her bladder is bursting and she's been saying goodbyes for twenty minutes. She'd figured, toilet on the way out. "Wait, group photo!" She squeezes in, presses her knees together where the camera can't see. Someone blinked. They're going again. In every single one, she's smiling.
She's desperate for a pee and the views she chose her window seat for don't matter anymore. The plane lavatory is empty, but the two men sitting between her and the aisle might as well be a brick wall. She winces, feeling her painful, overflowing dam within.