I would like to tell you about something that happened to me recently on a visit to the cinema.
My name is Sophie, aged 23 and a natural blonde.
In a cinema some distance from me a film was showing for three days only. This was a film that I had been dying to see ever since it came out, but for various reasons I had always been unable to do so.
The first two days of the run were totally impossible for me, but the last evening would be possible although I would have to go directly from work to be in time for the beginning of the film.
However, this proved to be an exceptionally busy day for me and as the afternoon passed it looked as though I might not finish on time to catch the bus to the cinema. Luckily things ran fairly smoothly and I finished just in time.
I grabbed my coat and rushed for the bus stop. The bus was already there and I made it by the skin of my teeth. The journey took quite some time and we arrived just as the film was due to start. I bought my ticket and took my seat with only minutes to spare.
The film was everything that I had expected and I was enthralled by it. However in my rush to see it I hadn’t had time to visit the toilet and now I was beginning to feel the need to pee. I reckoned that I could just about hold on until the interval if I crossed my legs and tried not to think about it. The interval should be within fifteen minutes or so.
Unfortunately the need to pee was growing stronger all the time. Now I was beginning to doubt whether I could hold on. The film was rapidly approaching a particularly exciting bit, and there was no way that I was going to miss it, not ever for a bursting bladder. I was determined to hang on.
The interval came at last. I left my seat and made for the ladies toilets. Alas only one cubicle was in use, the others were closed for repairs. There was a long queue already waiting to use it. I quickly joined the line, pressing my thighs tightly together in an effort to hold on. The queue was hardly moving at all. There was no way that I would be able to use the toilet and return to my seat before the second half started.
What could I do? If I stayed in the line I would miss the film, and if I returned to my seat there was no way that I could hold on until the end.
Determined not to miss the film I went back to my seat. My bladder was now at almost bursting point. I pressed my hand between my legs to ease the pain. This helped for a little while, but suddenly the film caused me to jump and I felt a small spurt of pee escape. As I never wear knickers it soaked into my mini skirt. Things were now getting really desperate. What could I do? I doubted if now I would be able even to reach the toilet without wetting myself. As it looked like the inevitable was about to happen I decided that I might as well pee myself where I was. I carefully eased my skirt up until my bottom was directly on the seat, at least this way I could keep my skirt dry.
The pressure on my bladder was now becoming unbearable. Try as I might I just couldn’t hold on any longer. Despite my efforts I was beginning to pee. First one spurt and then another bigger one escaped me and soaked into the seat. I tried to control it, reasoning that if I could let it out in short spurts it would be absorbed by the upholstery and not dribble onto the floor alerting those around me to what I was doing.
After a few spurts the pressure became less, and I managed to control it to a degree. No one around me seemed to have noticed anything. During the remainder of the film I slowly let out more pee until I had completely emptied my bladder. What a relief! Although I was sat on a wet seat it wasn’t too bad. I had managed to keep my skirt dry.
When the film ended and the lights came up I waited for those around me to leave their seats so that they wouldn’t see what I had done. I carefully slid my skirt back down as I rose and left the cinema. My buttocks were a bit wet, but nothing was showing on my skirt as I made my way to the bus home.
I was quite turned on with my little peeing adventure and made a note of doing something similar again when the need arose.
Sophie.