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The last weekend I had one of my best desperation sightings this year. I will post this experience on an other forum too, so don't wonder abaout if you read it there too.
It was not the girl itself, who was interesting for me; it was her need for a toilet.
I swear by god, every word is true and happened exactly as described.
After I saw this and was at home again, I rode down immediately what was burned in my brain to give it back as detailed as possible.
I visited the Christmas market in my hometown and around noon I thought time to eat something. I got to a market stand where warm food was served and ordered a little snack “to go”. It was cold, around 0 degrees but without snow this year.
Standing there and waiting for my food, I looked at the people around me and noticed a slim teenage girl, standing on a table next to me, drinking from a bottle of orange soda. She was together with her parents, younger brother and sister (at least it seemed so to me) and several other adults.
All of the adults were drinking a hot wine punch which was common on markets like this. She was wearing black tight stretch pants with black winter boots and a grey winter coat which reached over her butt until her cheeks. She had a pretty face and shoulder length brown hair under a grey woolen hat and a dark pair of gloves.
The reason my eyes caught the girl was because of her behavior. She sipped from her bottle and after standing still a while, she did a slight curtsy (bending her knees, with her tights together, as if she tried to squat down, but only a little bit, hard to explain, but she did this very often).
Now, I thought about what could be the reason for such movements? It could be from standing very long on a market like this, or it was because of the coldness and she froze, or… she had to pee. I decided to keep an eye on her.
She seemed to become more restless and began marching on the spot and doing another curtsy, all very inconspicuous. She continued standing with her legs crossed and one time lifted her one knee. For me, it was clear she had to pee. Naturally I had no idea how long they were already here on the market.
I received my snack and began to eat, still standing there. She got more restless and got away from the table they were standing, behind the others and said something to her mother. It seemed to me she couldn’t stand still and had to keep in motion compared with another little curtsy and another leg high lift.
A few minutes later they all were ready with their drinks and they continued their tour through the market. The girl again said something to her mother but I was too far away to understand anything. It looked like she tried to hurry them; her facial expression told me that.
Because they went down to the center of the marked, which was also the direction I had to go, I could easily follow them through the crowded market street.
I don’t know if they know, but around 50 meters in their direction, there was a building with an open public toilet, not good to see from the street but accessible for everyone.
They even stopped in front of that building because there was also a market stall with candy and chocolate things and she did another curtsy. Some of the others bought anything and they had to wait. I also bought some with fruits covered with chocolate for my girlfriend for the evening.
The girl couldn’t stand straight now. Either she was standing in a high-squat position (legs apart but together and knees slightly bend) or she crossed her legs. There were a lot of people between us and around us and I can’t be sure but if I heard it right she said to her mother “Mom, I have to pee”, but her mother didn’t respond.
One time, with crossed legs, she lifted her left leg so high, that her ankle reached over the knee of her right leg (hard to describe). That only took a second and after that she crossed her legs again. I don’t know if the others did notice her desperate attempts to hold her pee, but no one seem to care about her.
Right after this, she stood still with her legs apart as nothing happened. Maybe she had to control waves of desperation I think.
After that, they kept going on to a small stage on the market place, where actually a group of kids were singing Christmas songs. With her mother on her side, they watched a few minutes and during that she stood still but crossed her legs in a very special way. She pressed her thighs so tight together, that the tips of her feet made a triangle (like this /\ but with crossed legs, try this – not easy). From time to time she was looking on her mobile, surely to check the time.
Around 5 Minutes later they kept going on and from what I could hear, they were going o the train station to catch the next train.
There were only a few parking lots around the town, a lot of people arrived with the train or bus to this market. Good for me, because I also had to catch the next train.
I lost them in the crowd and the next time I saw her again, she was standing with her mother at a market stand where incense cones were sold. She didn’t show any signs of desperation now and I think as long as they were moving she could control her need much better.
They moved on to a stand for bubble tea. Standing there, she talked with her mother and again did a curtsy and crossed her legs and lifted her foot one time.
The two males, who were with them (maybe her father but it didn’t seem so) had left the group for another cup of hot punch a bit earlier and the girl, her mother and her brother were waiting there and looking after them.
She couldn’t stand straight again. She hooked her little brother from behind and seesawed with him back and forth, so her squatting and bending moves were not that obvious. A few of the others joined the group again but the two males seemed lost.
I’m sure she tried to hide her desperation. She did curtsy’s again and again, standing a bit apart from the group but she never used her hands to hold herself until now. She alternated between the curtsy’s and lifting her right heel from the ground and turned her right leg inwards, so that her thighs get contact. For the first time, she rested her left hand on her left thigh, in the near of her crotch.
They could see the train station from where they were standing and she looked down there with pleading eyes.
I noticed, she couldn’t keep her hands still and continuously rub them together or was folding her fingers.
Another time she was holding the arm of her mother from behind and looked over her shoulder up the road. Because she was as tall as her mother, she had to bend down for this and it wasn’t so obvious. She looked again at her mobile, and she got a few steps away from her mother and brother down the road, obviously to keep moving on. But they kept standing there. With this, I’m sure a strong wave of desperation hit her, because she did a curtsy, deeper than before on the side of the road and made a fist with both hands and grimaced.
A moment later, she was bending her knees down and rubbed with both hands on the inside of her thighs and high enough to reach her crotch. I was standing too far away to see if reached her crotch. Two of the others of the group joined again and she stopped her moves immediately. I can’t understand why her mother didn’t notice her daughter’s predicament.
After that, she fidget more and more but to her luck, they kept on walking to the train station.
First she was able to stand still waiting for the train, but it lasted not long and she crossed her legs again and rubbed her thighs with her hands, but did not hold her crotch. Again, she rested on her brother with her arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. That allowed her to stand in a forward bend position. She did a few other curtsy’s and looked at her phone from time to time. Facing to the group, she tried to stand as still as possible. But it seemed with every wave of desperation, she couldn’t prevent a sudden curtsy.
Interestingly, one of the other women offered her to snip from their cup of hot punch, which she denied by shaking her head very clearly.
A few minutes later, she hung again on her mother’s arm, bending forward.
A minute later their train arrived and they got in.
The story ends here because I had to take the train in the opposite direction to going home.
So it left by my and your imagination what happened later. One thing was clear to me; this girl had to pee very desperately and was trying to hide how bad she needed a toilet. The train they took had toilets but was packed with many people. I have no idea if they were able to sit down. If not, it would have been a very hard journey for the girl, or she had to admit her need and use the toilet.
In the best case, they lived in the next town, which would mean a 10 minutes train ride and either they could walk directly to their house or whatever or, they had parked their car on a big parking lot right at the train station what would mean another desperate car ride for her homeward.
Whatever… I’m sure she was not able to hold her pee much longer, but who knows…
It was not the girl itself, who was interesting for me; it was her need for a toilet.
I swear by god, every word is true and happened exactly as described.
After I saw this and was at home again, I rode down immediately what was burned in my brain to give it back as detailed as possible.
I visited the Christmas market in my hometown and around noon I thought time to eat something. I got to a market stand where warm food was served and ordered a little snack “to go”. It was cold, around 0 degrees but without snow this year.
Standing there and waiting for my food, I looked at the people around me and noticed a slim teenage girl, standing on a table next to me, drinking from a bottle of orange soda. She was together with her parents, younger brother and sister (at least it seemed so to me) and several other adults.
All of the adults were drinking a hot wine punch which was common on markets like this. She was wearing black tight stretch pants with black winter boots and a grey winter coat which reached over her butt until her cheeks. She had a pretty face and shoulder length brown hair under a grey woolen hat and a dark pair of gloves.
The reason my eyes caught the girl was because of her behavior. She sipped from her bottle and after standing still a while, she did a slight curtsy (bending her knees, with her tights together, as if she tried to squat down, but only a little bit, hard to explain, but she did this very often).
Now, I thought about what could be the reason for such movements? It could be from standing very long on a market like this, or it was because of the coldness and she froze, or… she had to pee. I decided to keep an eye on her.
She seemed to become more restless and began marching on the spot and doing another curtsy, all very inconspicuous. She continued standing with her legs crossed and one time lifted her one knee. For me, it was clear she had to pee. Naturally I had no idea how long they were already here on the market.
I received my snack and began to eat, still standing there. She got more restless and got away from the table they were standing, behind the others and said something to her mother. It seemed to me she couldn’t stand still and had to keep in motion compared with another little curtsy and another leg high lift.
A few minutes later they all were ready with their drinks and they continued their tour through the market. The girl again said something to her mother but I was too far away to understand anything. It looked like she tried to hurry them; her facial expression told me that.
Because they went down to the center of the marked, which was also the direction I had to go, I could easily follow them through the crowded market street.
I don’t know if they know, but around 50 meters in their direction, there was a building with an open public toilet, not good to see from the street but accessible for everyone.
They even stopped in front of that building because there was also a market stall with candy and chocolate things and she did another curtsy. Some of the others bought anything and they had to wait. I also bought some with fruits covered with chocolate for my girlfriend for the evening.
The girl couldn’t stand straight now. Either she was standing in a high-squat position (legs apart but together and knees slightly bend) or she crossed her legs. There were a lot of people between us and around us and I can’t be sure but if I heard it right she said to her mother “Mom, I have to pee”, but her mother didn’t respond.
One time, with crossed legs, she lifted her left leg so high, that her ankle reached over the knee of her right leg (hard to describe). That only took a second and after that she crossed her legs again. I don’t know if the others did notice her desperate attempts to hold her pee, but no one seem to care about her.
Right after this, she stood still with her legs apart as nothing happened. Maybe she had to control waves of desperation I think.
After that, they kept going on to a small stage on the market place, where actually a group of kids were singing Christmas songs. With her mother on her side, they watched a few minutes and during that she stood still but crossed her legs in a very special way. She pressed her thighs so tight together, that the tips of her feet made a triangle (like this /\ but with crossed legs, try this – not easy). From time to time she was looking on her mobile, surely to check the time.
Around 5 Minutes later they kept going on and from what I could hear, they were going o the train station to catch the next train.
There were only a few parking lots around the town, a lot of people arrived with the train or bus to this market. Good for me, because I also had to catch the next train.
I lost them in the crowd and the next time I saw her again, she was standing with her mother at a market stand where incense cones were sold. She didn’t show any signs of desperation now and I think as long as they were moving she could control her need much better.
They moved on to a stand for bubble tea. Standing there, she talked with her mother and again did a curtsy and crossed her legs and lifted her foot one time.
The two males, who were with them (maybe her father but it didn’t seem so) had left the group for another cup of hot punch a bit earlier and the girl, her mother and her brother were waiting there and looking after them.
She couldn’t stand straight again. She hooked her little brother from behind and seesawed with him back and forth, so her squatting and bending moves were not that obvious. A few of the others joined the group again but the two males seemed lost.
I’m sure she tried to hide her desperation. She did curtsy’s again and again, standing a bit apart from the group but she never used her hands to hold herself until now. She alternated between the curtsy’s and lifting her right heel from the ground and turned her right leg inwards, so that her thighs get contact. For the first time, she rested her left hand on her left thigh, in the near of her crotch.
They could see the train station from where they were standing and she looked down there with pleading eyes.
I noticed, she couldn’t keep her hands still and continuously rub them together or was folding her fingers.
Another time she was holding the arm of her mother from behind and looked over her shoulder up the road. Because she was as tall as her mother, she had to bend down for this and it wasn’t so obvious. She looked again at her mobile, and she got a few steps away from her mother and brother down the road, obviously to keep moving on. But they kept standing there. With this, I’m sure a strong wave of desperation hit her, because she did a curtsy, deeper than before on the side of the road and made a fist with both hands and grimaced.
A moment later, she was bending her knees down and rubbed with both hands on the inside of her thighs and high enough to reach her crotch. I was standing too far away to see if reached her crotch. Two of the others of the group joined again and she stopped her moves immediately. I can’t understand why her mother didn’t notice her daughter’s predicament.
After that, she fidget more and more but to her luck, they kept on walking to the train station.
First she was able to stand still waiting for the train, but it lasted not long and she crossed her legs again and rubbed her thighs with her hands, but did not hold her crotch. Again, she rested on her brother with her arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. That allowed her to stand in a forward bend position. She did a few other curtsy’s and looked at her phone from time to time. Facing to the group, she tried to stand as still as possible. But it seemed with every wave of desperation, she couldn’t prevent a sudden curtsy.
Interestingly, one of the other women offered her to snip from their cup of hot punch, which she denied by shaking her head very clearly.
A few minutes later, she hung again on her mother’s arm, bending forward.
A minute later their train arrived and they got in.
The story ends here because I had to take the train in the opposite direction to going home.
So it left by my and your imagination what happened later. One thing was clear to me; this girl had to pee very desperately and was trying to hide how bad she needed a toilet. The train they took had toilets but was packed with many people. I have no idea if they were able to sit down. If not, it would have been a very hard journey for the girl, or she had to admit her need and use the toilet.
In the best case, they lived in the next town, which would mean a 10 minutes train ride and either they could walk directly to their house or whatever or, they had parked their car on a big parking lot right at the train station what would mean another desperate car ride for her homeward.
Whatever… I’m sure she was not able to hold her pee much longer, but who knows…
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