Marjorie enjoyed a beautiful sunny day. It was a good idea to go on a picnic with her daughter Jenny and neighbor girl Carla. They had breakfast and the girls were playing nearby. Marge loved the sensation of grass tickling her bare legs. There was even one blade of grass tickling its inner thigh and underpants. Then Marge understood why she stopped on the feelings between her legs: she wanted to pee. She clearly felt the pressure from inside her vagina that attracted her attention. Well, she decided I had nothing to do, I would only be uncomfortable for a while. She straightened her skirt to stop tickling and took the book to get away from it. Soon, however, the need to go to the toilet became stronger and stronger.

Sometimes, on ordinary days, Marge could feel a strong desire to go to the bathroom, but later it did not bother her for several hours, but now she wanted more and more. Now it was a sharp pain from the urethra, starting right above her pubic bone. Normally, she would have started to actively look for a toilet, but there was no way to go to the toilet, so she was forced to simply change her position. The fact that she sat back, slightly weakened the desire to pee. Once again, the book has become an effective way to escape for a while. Then the girls began to talk a little louder, and Marge thought: if I want to go to the toilet so much, how do they tolerate it? Then she remembered that they both went to the toilet before breakfast. Stopping at the curb, she convinced them that they could go for the car. It was normal for two little girls, considering that people were quite far away. Unfortunately, this was not possible for an adult woman. She would like to squat right now, just like the girls did earlier, but she needed water to rinse the hair in the crotch, which the girls with their bare crevices did not need.

Thoughts about this could not help her, and Marge forced herself to think again about the book, she hoped that the girls would not have to write again, helping them would be a real torture for Marge. She read a few more pages when she noticed that she was squeezing her hips together with all her might. She involuntarily tried to press on the vagina and forced herself to spread her legs wider, again leaving the burning urethra to contract itself. The sudden openness gave her the opportunity to escape for a while from the need to go to the toilet. Lifting her hips, she felt as if this part of her body was separated from her. She shamelessly showed what was under her skirt. Fortunately, no one walked past her, because you could see her ass, covered only by a thin strip of panties, and not only that: between her raised hips there was a wide strip of panties with dark pubic hairs along the edge, covering the bulge of her pubis. At least, they would not know that the cowards were hiding the crotch, desperately demanding pee. But the spread of the legs itself could not help for a long time, Marge could not understand why she wanted to go to the toilet so much.

An adult woman about thirty years old should have had an almost iron bladder, right? She had to endure until they got home, after all, the desire to pee couldn't get much worse. Marge just wanted the constant pressure in the urethra to ease for a minute. She thought she could hold back, if only she had a few seconds to tune in. Then, with horror, she noticed that she was pulling her hand to her crotch. Marge stopped abruptly because she almost squeezed herself between her legs in public! This would not allow her to relax for a few seconds, and she was afraid that someone might see her. But almost immediately she felt a desire to squeeze herself with her hand even more.The fact that she was sitting made her even worse, now her bladder was very sick, and she felt him as if she was pressed to the vagina stone. She squeezed herself between her legs for a few seconds, it helped her, and now the burning sensation in the lower abdomen gave way to warm tingling pain. She really wanted to go to the toilet!

Marge could call the girls, get together and go home to finally go to the toilet, but the girls had so much fun that it would be terribly unfair to take them away from here too early. Marge had to endure whatever pressure in her bladder. She hoped that she would no longer want to use the toilet more than she did now; but she also thought that she had been suffering for a very long time and wanted to wee more and more stronger! She could not think of anything but her bladder and urethra, she simply could not ignore them. She could not even sit still, nothing could weaken her need. She was lucky that no one was so close that one could understand her desire and notice her desperate need. Marge fidgeted, squeezing her urethra, and from time to time she squeezed her thighs to weaken her desire to pee, that was all she could do. If Marge did not feel pain, she might even get a little excited.

In the end, she rubbed the crotch with her hand, and her panties became wet with sweat. Her hair, too, was wet and shiny. But all this did not help to weaken the burning desire to piss, which was getting stronger! She asked herself how much she had to endure, the sun was high, but the girls wanted to have time to release the children's program and they would have to leave pretty soon. Soon she leaned forward with difficulty to try to cuddle up to the ground and ease the pressure on the aching urethra. She could squeeze herself with her hand and massage her vagina against the ground through panties. The need to pee was continuous, but the fact that she did something and other feelings helped a little. What a situation, she thought, to be in the open and desperately want to go to the toilet!

She could only think about how much she wanted to piss. Her bladder was terribly sick, as if he were stretched and about to burst. Oh God, she thought: “I terribly want to pee, and my bladder is literally on the verge of an explosion!” Marjorie realized that not only could she not endure the house, she simply could not endure any longer! But she could not pee in front of people, she just could not, no matter how much she wanted it. She had to call the girls and leave right now. The girls came surprisingly fast, but not fast enough for Marjorie. She stood by the open car and once again noticed that she was trembling, and it was difficult for her to concentrate on something, except on how to settle the problem with her bladder.

She was excited trying to fasten the girls, and had to fight with the urge to squeeze her legs together and squat, because she leaned over. She even tried to squeeze her crotch again when she thought that no one saw her. Jenny, however, quickly noticed that something was wrong with her mother. “Mom, are you okay?” She asked. “No, dear, my mother wants to use the toilet badly!” Marge admitted, thinking about how to get into the car to be able to restrain herself again. She was confused because Carla asked: "Why aren't you going for the car, you said it was normal for us." “I know, but I’m an adult woman, I can’t do that,” she replied, but it sounded doubtful, she wanted so much to go to the toilet now that she could even endure home.

Having no other possibilities, she opened the car door, and at that very moment she felt that her urethra was filled with urine. Marge squeezed and stopped the flow, but she was able to withstand this pressure for only a few seconds. “I can't wait!” She whispered to the girls, frantically lifted up her skirt and sat behind the wheel. She did not care that someone could see her, but still, she tried to keep her clothes dry, as she placed her thumbs against the crotch and squeezed her hips.

As soon as Marge was clear that her sphincters could not cope, she held her breath and inadvertently inhaled as she felt the first splash from her crotch. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and completely loosened, spraying the wheel and pouring earth on the side of the car. The women of the next family were pushing each other and giggling, but she even saw them. She was lost in the sublime feeling of emptying her bladder. God, it was so good! Marge put her hand on her aching belly and gasped in ecstasy. Two girls watched her with wide eyes, since she wrote almost forever, after which she put on panties and was ready to go home.