I was always excited by the thought of a girl who badly wants to go to the toilet. Although I have fantasized about this topic since I was a teenager, I have not seen anything like this until around 19 years old. Then I saw one girl shifting from foot to foot near the pay toilet and the other one squeezing her legs tightly on the train. But when I was about 20 years old, my activities became a reality. I lived in London and invited my girlfriend, with whom I had a rather serious relationship, to spend the evening together at my home. It all happened back in the early 60s, we met about two or three weeks after working in a cafe. That evening we chatted with her at my house, after which she asked me to teach her how to play chess. Time passed unnoticed, and I noticed that Jane was beginning to worry. At first I did not believe that my dreams come true, but I soon realized that this was so! After a couple of glasses of wine and a cup of coffee, Jane wanted to go to the toilet, but was too shy to ask where my toilet was.

She fidgeted a little and from time to time leaned forward, constantly changing position, eventually putting one foot on the other and sitting on the very edge of the chair. Fortunately, the coffee table on which chess stood was very low, so I could see all the movements of Jane. Then she got up and went to the sofa to take a handkerchief, but constantly looked in the direction of the door. I pretended that I did not notice her desire to pee and did not intend to tell her where the toilet was until she herself asked me. It seemed to me that she was ashamed to ask about the toilet. If I would talk to her about something, so I continued to chat about any nonsense, and then offered to continue the game of chess. We continued to play, but both could not concentrate. After 15 or 20 minutes, I began to get more and more distracted, as Jane began to constantly compress her hips, and her voice trembled slightly. I understood that she badly wants to use the toilet, but still feel free to ask me.

Several times I was in the same situation as Jane, so I understood her feelings and thoughts (it is very difficult to concentrate on something when your bladder is full). A couple of times I noticed that Jane was looking at the door, as if she had the courage to ask where the toilet was, but I was able to quickly return her thoughts to the chessboard. Once the position in the game for Jane was just as terrible as the pressure in the bladder, so she said, "Well, you won, I give up", but I insisted on continuing the game, saying: "Never give up, let's play still". When she was forced to slightly bend her knees to endure, her skirt slightly lifted upwards, I saw the upper part of her fishnet stockings, and this aroused me even more. Of course, Jane immediately lowered her skirt to her knees and sat down again on the edge of the chair. But finally, our chess game came to an end (I won!), And Jane quickly got up.

I did not want to let her go so quickly, so I gently took Jane by the hand, put him on my lap and kissed her. She responded to my kisses, but she did not cease to squeeze her legs and constantly trembled. Jane could not sit still for a minute, so soon she got up again and went again to take something from her purse, then shyly asked: "Where is your toilet?" I had to tell her when Jane came back, she was I was perfectly calm and asked to take her home. That night I played every nuance of her dilemma in my opinion - and eagerly waited for our next date, especially her next visit to my puck. “Will she become desperate again?” But I would have to wait be one - and so will you!