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The doors slid open and we made our way into the lift.
"What floor?" the older man asked.
"14 please" I replied
"Number 10" said the young girl.
The man pressed the buttons on the panel to the side of the door, and within a few seconds the doors closed, and the lift began to ascend.
Suddenly, we heard what sounding like a loud grinding noise, and for a few seconds were plunged into complete darkness as the lift came to an abrupt halt. Immediately the dim glow of the emergency light flickered on and we realised that the lift had become stuck between floors.
"Oh great!" said the young guy sounding really annoyed "That's all we need"
"Don't worry son", said the older man, "This happens quite frequently around here, and they usually get us out within a few minutes"
The man opened a small compartment in the wall of the lift, and pressed the button marked emergency intercom.
After a few seconds a loud crackle came from the speaker,
"Hello building security" said a rather cheerful sounding voice on the other end.
"Hello there" said the old man "For some reason the lift has stopped moving, and we appear to have become trapped between floors"
" Ok" said the voice on the other end, "There's no need to panic you're all perfectly safe. We'll have an engineer over within the next fifteen minutes to get you out".
For the next twenty minutes or so everyone just stood waiting quietly for the lift to start moving again.
During this time I had noticed that the young girl seemed to have become quite nervous about the situation, and at the time I had put this down to the fact that she may indeed suffer from Claustrophobia.
Su ddenly a loud buzz came from the speaker, which made everyone jump slightly.
"Jesus Christ, What a fright" said the young girl, as the older man reached over and pressed the button on the intercom".
"Hello" he said,
"Hello there", said the same voice we had spoken to earlier.
"Are you ok in there?"
"Yes" said the old man.
"Good, well we've identified the reason for you becoming stuck. It seems that the power has been cut to the whole building, and the emergency generators, which are supposed to be a backup for the lifts have failed to come on"
"We're not exactly sure at the moment as to the reason why, but I'll try to find out and buzz you back in a few minutes".
1 0 minutes had passed and in that time I'd twice heard the young girl ask the guy she was with how long he thought it would be before someone would be able to get them out.
"It's ok love", said the older man realising that the young girl was starting to look worried, "This happens all the time, we're perfectly safe it's just a case of waiting it out"
Just then another buzz came from the speaker, and the old man once again pressed the button to speak to the voice on the other end.
"Hello", said the voice from the speaker,
"Well we've finally managed to find out the reason for the power cut, and I'm afraid it's going to take us a bit longer than at first thought to get you out".
"It appears that some construction workers who are digging up the road at the rear of the building, have managed to sever one of the main electricity supply cables serving this block. We've been in touch with the electricity company, and they're having to send someone out to assess the damage before they can safely restore the power".
"Do you have any idea how long that will take?" asked the old man.
"I know this isn't what you want to here", replied the voice from the speaker, "But as this is a Sunday they don't have the same amount of staff working at the weekend, and therefore I'm afraid it could take around an hour before they get here"
Immediately upon hearing this the young girl turned to the guy with her and announced anxiously,
"Oh Christ Craig, It had better not be an hour before they get us out, I'm needing to go to the loo"
At this point in the story I feel I must point out to you, that hearing this girl say those words was like music to my ears.
Here I was stuck in a lift in the presence of a very attractive young girl who had just admitted openly that she had to pee, and we had only minutes before received the news that it was probably going to be at least an hour before they would be able to get us out.
I glanced over and could see that Lisa was watching me closely.
With her knowing of my interest in such things I figured out that she must have guessed by the slight smile on my face, that I wasn't exactly upset by the news that we were going to stuck here for a while longer.
Over the next 15 minutes the young girl began to chat to Lisa, and introduced herself as Debbie. She had commented to Lisa that she hadn't noticed us around the building before, and asked if we had just moved there. Lisa explained to her that her sister Claire had bought one of the flats in the building a few weeks back, and we were just over visiting for the day.
Debbie was leaning against the back wall of the lift, and ever so often I had noticed that occasionally she would bend forward ever so slightly and at the same time press her knees tightly together. My mind was working overtime, and for the past ten minutes all I had been thinking about was the fact that this young girl needed to pee.
My penis was becoming hard from the thought of her standing there holding it, and although I had a desire to squeeze myself, I was conscious of the fact that Lisa was standing less than two feet from me, and I was trying my best to remain as cool as possible.
Debbie continued to talk to Lisa, and was telling her that Craig and her had gotten married a year earlier, and had lived in the building since then.
Another 30 minutes had passed and by this time Debbie seemed to have gone from at first standing with her knees pressed tightly together, to every so often shifting from one foot to the other, and occasionally crossing one leg over the other.
"God I wished I'd gone to the loo before we left the pub", Debbie turned and said to Lisa out of the blue, in a frustrated sounding tone.
"Craig and I went down for some lunch earlier, and ended up staying a while longer so he could watch the football", she continued.
" The pub itself is respectable enough, although the state of ladies room sometimes leaves a lot to be desired, so I just decided to hang on till we got home" Debbie said, sounding like she was starting to regret her decision.
"I'm sure they'll have us out in no time", Lisa said sympathetically.
I remember thinking at that precise moment that I wasn't really bothered as to how long we were going to be stuck for. Debbie had just casually informed us that she and Craig had spent the previous couple of hours drinking in the local pub, and I wondered just how long it would take before her need to pee became much more urgent.
In the meantime I had struck up a conversation with the young lad, and was talking with him about life in general, and about what it was like living in that part of the city. While at the same time keeping one eye on Debbie without trying to make it too obvious to Lisa I was watching her.
Craig, the young girl's husband seemed to be genuinely uninterested in the fact that it was fast approaching an hour since Debbie had announced that she needed to pee, and I was really surprised that not once in the last hour had he asked her if she was ok.
For the last 15 minutes, I had been watching Debbie more closely and she definitely looked as though she was becoming much more uncomfortable from holding in the pee. She was once again leaning against the back wall of the lift, with her knees pressed together, and every so often would grimace slightly.
To be honest at this particular moment I wanted more than anything else, to ask Debbie if she was feeling ok. I knew however that if I did, Lisa would guess the reason for me asking, and certainly wouldn't be too pleased with me, so I decided on second thoughts I'd better not.
Debbie glanced at her watch and turned to speak to the older man standing near the door.
"This is bloody ridiculous," she said, sounding well pissed off with the situation.
"Th at's nearly an hour we've been stuck in here, can you please find out if they're any closer to getting us out".
The old man once again pressed the button on the intercom, and a second or two later a voice on the other end answered.
"Hello again" said, the old man "Are you any closer to getting us out of this dam lift?" he asked firmly.
"Unfort unately Sir we're still awaiting the engineer's to arrive from the Electricity Company, and there's absolutely nothing we can do until they get here ".
"We ll can you please try and chase them up" replied the old man "There's people in here needing to use a toilet!"
"I can sympathize with your situation, and promise we'll have you out as soon as we can, but I'm afraid you're going to have to bear with us for a little while longer".
"I'm sorry love", said the older man turning to Debbie, and shrugging his shoulders.
Debbi e sighed loudly, and sort of slumped back against the wall, of the lift while making a comment about people these days not giving a dam.
She had now placed one hand on top of the other, and was standing with both hands resting on the lower part of her tummy. I knew from her facial expressions that she was reaching the point where as well as feeling full, your bladder starts to hurt from the effort of continually forcing the pee to stay in.
"Are you're ok" Lisa asked Debbie quietly.
Debbie just nodded her head and curled up her bottom lip, as if trying to convince herself that she was.
At this point in the proceedings, I was also starting to feel much more uncomfortable, albeit for a different reason than Debbie. I was fast reaching a heightened state of sexual arousal from watching her standing squirming in the corner of the lift, and my penis was pressing hard against the front of my briefs.
For a few minutes I took a break from continually watching her, and stood there looking slowly around the floor of the lift. The lift itself was only about eight feet square and the thought suddenly crossed my mind that if Debbie did reach the point where she started to lose control. In such a confined space there was going to be no getting away from it.
For the next 10 minutes everyone stood around quietly without making much in the way of conversation.
For the last while the main focus of attention, and the topic of conversation had centred round Debbie complaining that she was desperate for the toilet, and I wondered if the other individuals in the lift were starting to find the situation a little embarrassing.
I however wasn't the least bit embarrassed by it all. Debbie was wearing a pale blue two-piece suit with a skirt that finished about two inches above the knee, and to be honest I was having extreme difficulty in resisting the urge to squeeze myself.
She seemed now to be struggling to stand still in the same position for more than a few minutes, and it was blatantly obvious that she was absolutely bursting to pee.
"For fuck sake" said Debbie suddenly out of the blue, sounding as though she had just about had enough of things.
"This is getting beyond the joke, when are they going to get us the fuck out of here?"
Although Debbie had already earlier expressed her annoyance at finding herself in this situation, up until now she had managed to maintain her cool. I began wondering if her sudden change in mood was a sign that she was starting to leak small amounts of pee into her knickers.
" Hey Debbie!" Craig, exclaimed, "calm down, there's no point in taking you're frustration out on other people"
"Chri st Craig, if we'd have left the pub when I'd suggested, instead of staying to watch some silly football match, then we wouldn't be in this fucking stupid situation", Debbie said angrily as if now blaming him for what had happened.
"Look", said Craig, " I certainly didn't force you to continue drinking so don't get angry with me about it. Christ you're nineteen, not nine, at least try for once and act your age"
"Fuck off Craig!" Debbie shouted back, "I just wish it was you who had to go, and then we'd see just how fucking calm you'd be about it."
By now it was becoming clear that Debbie was starting to reach the point where you begin to become seriously concerned at your ability to continue holding it. I thought back to the times in the past where I'd been in similar situations, and remembered that when first needing to go, I'd started out fairly confident that I'd be able to hold it in until I got to a toilet. As time passed and the level of discomfort continued to increase substantially, then this belief slowly turned into a realisation that very soon I just might actually start wetting myself.
The minutes ticked slowly by, and Debbie was standing with her eyes closed and was nervously biting on her lower lip, and looked to be in severe discomfort I genuinely thought that she was on the verge of tears.
I had noticed that she had discreetly moved one hand down from resting on her tummy, and although not openly holding herself, every once in a while she would occasionally gently press on the front of her skirt causing it to ride up and expose even more of her thighs.
She looked to be really suffering, and although I was enjoying watching her desperation, part of me did feel really guilty at deriving pleasure from seeing her in this predicament.
For the next few minutes Debbie stood there and very slowly the tears started to run down her cheeks.
Lisa reached into her handbag and turned to offer her a tissue,
"I'm really sorry", Debbie gasped turning to talk to Lisa with a look of panic on her face, "I just can't take this much longer, my tummy feels like its on fire"
"Oh God", continued Debbie sounding really short of breath, I honestly feel as if I'm going to wet myself any minute".
No more than fve minutes had passed since her making that statement, and in the quietness of the lift I suddenly heard what sounded like raindrops splashing onto the floor of the lift.
I quickly glanced down at the floor underneath where Debbie was standing and noticed a few droplets of pee had begun to appear on the metal floor of the lift.
My eyes were out on stalks. Debbie had one hand jammed hard against the front of her skirt, and was sucking in deep breaths of air though her teeth.
I knew that her actions were the last steps in a frantic attempt to stop any more pee from escaping.
It was obvious that she was fast losing the battle, and for the next few minutes Debbie stood there frozen to the spot while the pee continued to run down the inside of her legs.
My penis was rock hard, and my pulse was racing from watching this girl standing in front of me slowly wetting her knickers. I honestly felt as though I was going to start to cum in my pants any second.
I hadn't seen a girl wet herself for years and I couldn't believe the effect it was having on me.
Debbie must have stood there peeing for well over a minute, with the pee flowing in small rivers across the floor of the lift and in the small space I could smell its warm erotic odor.
Debbie was extremely upset by what was happening and was now standing in the corner of the lift rubbing her eyes and sobbing quietly.
Craig was doing his best to try and console Debbie, while Lisa was telling her that it couldn't be helped, and it wasn't the end of the world.
It took at least another forty minutes before the power was restored and we were able to get free from the lift.
After spending a few hours over at Claire and John's house, Lisa and me made our way home. Later that night Lisa had said to me that she had felt really sorry for the girl in the lift, and added that she would have died of embarrassment if anything like that had ever happened to her.
I had personally found the sight of Debbie desperate to pee, and eventually wetting herself to be one of the most erotic things I've ever had the chance to witness.
"What floor?" the older man asked.
"14 please" I replied
"Number 10" said the young girl.
The man pressed the buttons on the panel to the side of the door, and within a few seconds the doors closed, and the lift began to ascend.
Suddenly, we heard what sounding like a loud grinding noise, and for a few seconds were plunged into complete darkness as the lift came to an abrupt halt. Immediately the dim glow of the emergency light flickered on and we realised that the lift had become stuck between floors.
"Oh great!" said the young guy sounding really annoyed "That's all we need"
"Don't worry son", said the older man, "This happens quite frequently around here, and they usually get us out within a few minutes"
The man opened a small compartment in the wall of the lift, and pressed the button marked emergency intercom.
After a few seconds a loud crackle came from the speaker,
"Hello building security" said a rather cheerful sounding voice on the other end.
"Hello there" said the old man "For some reason the lift has stopped moving, and we appear to have become trapped between floors"
" Ok" said the voice on the other end, "There's no need to panic you're all perfectly safe. We'll have an engineer over within the next fifteen minutes to get you out".
For the next twenty minutes or so everyone just stood waiting quietly for the lift to start moving again.
During this time I had noticed that the young girl seemed to have become quite nervous about the situation, and at the time I had put this down to the fact that she may indeed suffer from Claustrophobia.
Su ddenly a loud buzz came from the speaker, which made everyone jump slightly.
"Jesus Christ, What a fright" said the young girl, as the older man reached over and pressed the button on the intercom".
"Hello" he said,
"Hello there", said the same voice we had spoken to earlier.
"Are you ok in there?"
"Yes" said the old man.
"Good, well we've identified the reason for you becoming stuck. It seems that the power has been cut to the whole building, and the emergency generators, which are supposed to be a backup for the lifts have failed to come on"
"We're not exactly sure at the moment as to the reason why, but I'll try to find out and buzz you back in a few minutes".
1 0 minutes had passed and in that time I'd twice heard the young girl ask the guy she was with how long he thought it would be before someone would be able to get them out.
"It's ok love", said the older man realising that the young girl was starting to look worried, "This happens all the time, we're perfectly safe it's just a case of waiting it out"
Just then another buzz came from the speaker, and the old man once again pressed the button to speak to the voice on the other end.
"Hello", said the voice from the speaker,
"Well we've finally managed to find out the reason for the power cut, and I'm afraid it's going to take us a bit longer than at first thought to get you out".
"It appears that some construction workers who are digging up the road at the rear of the building, have managed to sever one of the main electricity supply cables serving this block. We've been in touch with the electricity company, and they're having to send someone out to assess the damage before they can safely restore the power".
"Do you have any idea how long that will take?" asked the old man.
"I know this isn't what you want to here", replied the voice from the speaker, "But as this is a Sunday they don't have the same amount of staff working at the weekend, and therefore I'm afraid it could take around an hour before they get here"
Immediately upon hearing this the young girl turned to the guy with her and announced anxiously,
"Oh Christ Craig, It had better not be an hour before they get us out, I'm needing to go to the loo"
At this point in the story I feel I must point out to you, that hearing this girl say those words was like music to my ears.
Here I was stuck in a lift in the presence of a very attractive young girl who had just admitted openly that she had to pee, and we had only minutes before received the news that it was probably going to be at least an hour before they would be able to get us out.
I glanced over and could see that Lisa was watching me closely.
With her knowing of my interest in such things I figured out that she must have guessed by the slight smile on my face, that I wasn't exactly upset by the news that we were going to stuck here for a while longer.
Over the next 15 minutes the young girl began to chat to Lisa, and introduced herself as Debbie. She had commented to Lisa that she hadn't noticed us around the building before, and asked if we had just moved there. Lisa explained to her that her sister Claire had bought one of the flats in the building a few weeks back, and we were just over visiting for the day.
Debbie was leaning against the back wall of the lift, and ever so often I had noticed that occasionally she would bend forward ever so slightly and at the same time press her knees tightly together. My mind was working overtime, and for the past ten minutes all I had been thinking about was the fact that this young girl needed to pee.
My penis was becoming hard from the thought of her standing there holding it, and although I had a desire to squeeze myself, I was conscious of the fact that Lisa was standing less than two feet from me, and I was trying my best to remain as cool as possible.
Debbie continued to talk to Lisa, and was telling her that Craig and her had gotten married a year earlier, and had lived in the building since then.
Another 30 minutes had passed and by this time Debbie seemed to have gone from at first standing with her knees pressed tightly together, to every so often shifting from one foot to the other, and occasionally crossing one leg over the other.
"God I wished I'd gone to the loo before we left the pub", Debbie turned and said to Lisa out of the blue, in a frustrated sounding tone.
"Craig and I went down for some lunch earlier, and ended up staying a while longer so he could watch the football", she continued.
" The pub itself is respectable enough, although the state of ladies room sometimes leaves a lot to be desired, so I just decided to hang on till we got home" Debbie said, sounding like she was starting to regret her decision.
"I'm sure they'll have us out in no time", Lisa said sympathetically.
I remember thinking at that precise moment that I wasn't really bothered as to how long we were going to be stuck for. Debbie had just casually informed us that she and Craig had spent the previous couple of hours drinking in the local pub, and I wondered just how long it would take before her need to pee became much more urgent.
In the meantime I had struck up a conversation with the young lad, and was talking with him about life in general, and about what it was like living in that part of the city. While at the same time keeping one eye on Debbie without trying to make it too obvious to Lisa I was watching her.
Craig, the young girl's husband seemed to be genuinely uninterested in the fact that it was fast approaching an hour since Debbie had announced that she needed to pee, and I was really surprised that not once in the last hour had he asked her if she was ok.
For the last 15 minutes, I had been watching Debbie more closely and she definitely looked as though she was becoming much more uncomfortable from holding in the pee. She was once again leaning against the back wall of the lift, with her knees pressed together, and every so often would grimace slightly.
To be honest at this particular moment I wanted more than anything else, to ask Debbie if she was feeling ok. I knew however that if I did, Lisa would guess the reason for me asking, and certainly wouldn't be too pleased with me, so I decided on second thoughts I'd better not.
Debbie glanced at her watch and turned to speak to the older man standing near the door.
"This is bloody ridiculous," she said, sounding well pissed off with the situation.
"Th at's nearly an hour we've been stuck in here, can you please find out if they're any closer to getting us out".
The old man once again pressed the button on the intercom, and a second or two later a voice on the other end answered.
"Hello again" said, the old man "Are you any closer to getting us out of this dam lift?" he asked firmly.
"Unfort unately Sir we're still awaiting the engineer's to arrive from the Electricity Company, and there's absolutely nothing we can do until they get here ".
"We ll can you please try and chase them up" replied the old man "There's people in here needing to use a toilet!"
"I can sympathize with your situation, and promise we'll have you out as soon as we can, but I'm afraid you're going to have to bear with us for a little while longer".
"I'm sorry love", said the older man turning to Debbie, and shrugging his shoulders.
Debbi e sighed loudly, and sort of slumped back against the wall, of the lift while making a comment about people these days not giving a dam.
She had now placed one hand on top of the other, and was standing with both hands resting on the lower part of her tummy. I knew from her facial expressions that she was reaching the point where as well as feeling full, your bladder starts to hurt from the effort of continually forcing the pee to stay in.
"Are you're ok" Lisa asked Debbie quietly.
Debbie just nodded her head and curled up her bottom lip, as if trying to convince herself that she was.
At this point in the proceedings, I was also starting to feel much more uncomfortable, albeit for a different reason than Debbie. I was fast reaching a heightened state of sexual arousal from watching her standing squirming in the corner of the lift, and my penis was pressing hard against the front of my briefs.
For a few minutes I took a break from continually watching her, and stood there looking slowly around the floor of the lift. The lift itself was only about eight feet square and the thought suddenly crossed my mind that if Debbie did reach the point where she started to lose control. In such a confined space there was going to be no getting away from it.
For the next 10 minutes everyone stood around quietly without making much in the way of conversation.
For the last while the main focus of attention, and the topic of conversation had centred round Debbie complaining that she was desperate for the toilet, and I wondered if the other individuals in the lift were starting to find the situation a little embarrassing.
I however wasn't the least bit embarrassed by it all. Debbie was wearing a pale blue two-piece suit with a skirt that finished about two inches above the knee, and to be honest I was having extreme difficulty in resisting the urge to squeeze myself.
She seemed now to be struggling to stand still in the same position for more than a few minutes, and it was blatantly obvious that she was absolutely bursting to pee.
"For fuck sake" said Debbie suddenly out of the blue, sounding as though she had just about had enough of things.
"This is getting beyond the joke, when are they going to get us the fuck out of here?"
Although Debbie had already earlier expressed her annoyance at finding herself in this situation, up until now she had managed to maintain her cool. I began wondering if her sudden change in mood was a sign that she was starting to leak small amounts of pee into her knickers.
" Hey Debbie!" Craig, exclaimed, "calm down, there's no point in taking you're frustration out on other people"
"Chri st Craig, if we'd have left the pub when I'd suggested, instead of staying to watch some silly football match, then we wouldn't be in this fucking stupid situation", Debbie said angrily as if now blaming him for what had happened.
"Look", said Craig, " I certainly didn't force you to continue drinking so don't get angry with me about it. Christ you're nineteen, not nine, at least try for once and act your age"
"Fuck off Craig!" Debbie shouted back, "I just wish it was you who had to go, and then we'd see just how fucking calm you'd be about it."
By now it was becoming clear that Debbie was starting to reach the point where you begin to become seriously concerned at your ability to continue holding it. I thought back to the times in the past where I'd been in similar situations, and remembered that when first needing to go, I'd started out fairly confident that I'd be able to hold it in until I got to a toilet. As time passed and the level of discomfort continued to increase substantially, then this belief slowly turned into a realisation that very soon I just might actually start wetting myself.
The minutes ticked slowly by, and Debbie was standing with her eyes closed and was nervously biting on her lower lip, and looked to be in severe discomfort I genuinely thought that she was on the verge of tears.
I had noticed that she had discreetly moved one hand down from resting on her tummy, and although not openly holding herself, every once in a while she would occasionally gently press on the front of her skirt causing it to ride up and expose even more of her thighs.
She looked to be really suffering, and although I was enjoying watching her desperation, part of me did feel really guilty at deriving pleasure from seeing her in this predicament.
For the next few minutes Debbie stood there and very slowly the tears started to run down her cheeks.
Lisa reached into her handbag and turned to offer her a tissue,
"I'm really sorry", Debbie gasped turning to talk to Lisa with a look of panic on her face, "I just can't take this much longer, my tummy feels like its on fire"
"Oh God", continued Debbie sounding really short of breath, I honestly feel as if I'm going to wet myself any minute".
No more than fve minutes had passed since her making that statement, and in the quietness of the lift I suddenly heard what sounded like raindrops splashing onto the floor of the lift.
I quickly glanced down at the floor underneath where Debbie was standing and noticed a few droplets of pee had begun to appear on the metal floor of the lift.
My eyes were out on stalks. Debbie had one hand jammed hard against the front of her skirt, and was sucking in deep breaths of air though her teeth.
I knew that her actions were the last steps in a frantic attempt to stop any more pee from escaping.
It was obvious that she was fast losing the battle, and for the next few minutes Debbie stood there frozen to the spot while the pee continued to run down the inside of her legs.
My penis was rock hard, and my pulse was racing from watching this girl standing in front of me slowly wetting her knickers. I honestly felt as though I was going to start to cum in my pants any second.
I hadn't seen a girl wet herself for years and I couldn't believe the effect it was having on me.
Debbie must have stood there peeing for well over a minute, with the pee flowing in small rivers across the floor of the lift and in the small space I could smell its warm erotic odor.
Debbie was extremely upset by what was happening and was now standing in the corner of the lift rubbing her eyes and sobbing quietly.
Craig was doing his best to try and console Debbie, while Lisa was telling her that it couldn't be helped, and it wasn't the end of the world.
It took at least another forty minutes before the power was restored and we were able to get free from the lift.
After spending a few hours over at Claire and John's house, Lisa and me made our way home. Later that night Lisa had said to me that she had felt really sorry for the girl in the lift, and added that she would have died of embarrassment if anything like that had ever happened to her.
I had personally found the sight of Debbie desperate to pee, and eventually wetting herself to be one of the most erotic things I've ever had the chance to witness.
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