At first, one English girl was the heroine of my story, but then I peeped and added a few more situations from Runet. Yes, it turned out to be funny to compare a British girl with a Russian. So, first about the Russian.

Tomato Girl:

And I work as a courier and I often have to piss in the elevator, because the tenants are not allowed into the apartment! I drove to them for an hour and a half, drank a bottle of mineral water, barely standing, but they ... it is not clear that the person cannot bear it, therefore he asked, and if you don’t let him go, will he sit down at your door somewhere? At first I wrote on the stairs, but they often walk there and have to run from the platform to the platform. it is necessary to murmur in elevators. In winter, the main thing is to be in time in order to get dressed to the first floor and to pretend that the lake is not yours. :)) those messengers writing, citizens tenants in the house you will have a purer !: (

Now a British girl, please be patient ;-) and get ready to read longer:

Patricia was a very shy and shy girl, with a normal appearance and a little tall. She was a student, and worked as a courier, carrying advertising magazines.

Then she settled on the post office, began to combine the two responsibilities. In the morning she worked at the post office in the sorting department, then, after a break, during which she drank coffee, the head ordered her to deliver advertising brochures. Her partner was Arthur, a silent, stocky type with white hair who did not hide his dislike for everything young, especially for female students. Patricia was not thrilled to work with him, but she had no choice. She finished her cup of coffee, put on her jacket and hurried after Arthur, who was already eagerly waiting for her, holding a bag with booklets in her hands.

She had a thought to use the toilet before leaving, but since the toilets were at the other end of the building and she was very shy to ask Arthur and he would know where she was going to go. Moreover, she was already there before the break, and she really didn’t really want to. Patricia and Arthur went to send mail to their district, which was located at the opposite end of the city. At the same time, Patricia threw out advertising booklets in the mailboxes.

Traffic on the roads was intense, compared to what was half an hour before. The weather was rainy, cold and damp, and even puffing under the weight of a bag, Patricia was shaking from the cold.

Not much time has passed since Patricia felt an urgent need to pee, which she first tried to ignore.

Over the next 15 minutes, the desire to pee changed from sharp to almost imperceptible, but she was no doubt getting worse. Soon she was always in the toilet, and she was beginning to regret having drunk so much coffee before going out. Being shy, she was afraid to tell Arthur that she wanted to go to the toilet, but decided that as soon as they were near the public toilet, she would take advantage of it. A little more time passed, and Patricia's bladder was already thoroughly filled, and she was constantly looking around for where she could be expected to go.

They were already in the cottage area, with alternating houses among the gardens, and of course there was little chance of finding a public toilet here. She set out to endure even longer, even more regretting that she missed the opportunity to go to the toilet before they left.

When they got to the end of the street, Arthur noticed a diner and offered to stop for a bite. Patricia decided that her chance had come, because she was sure that there would be a toilet there, and she would run in there without even asking.

By this time, her bladder was already swollen, more than ever before, and so she wanted to release him quickly. The pain inside was growing with the thought that now it was soon, and Patricia had to squeeze herself with volitional efforts.

But the institution turned out to be nothing more than a room with tables and windows. Patricia still hoped that there was a hidden toilet somewhere, but she didn’t see anything except a parked carriage and a telephone booth.

Patricia decidedly refused to drink anything before her bladder became free, but Arthur also bought her a cup of coffee and then made her drink, with a sarcastic remark that students deny decent drinks and then buy beer somewhere, get drunk , and spoil the prestige of the mail by their behavior. Patricia could not refuse, took the mug, tried to drink slowly, hoping, intending to leave half unfinished, but Arthur waited until she finished drinking, and only then they came out together.

While she was standing at the bar with her legs crossed, this helped her restrain her bladder, and the only thing that would help her was if she let herself out of her body a little. If she had a skirt, it could be done standing up, spreading her legs wider, through her panties, letting the stream fall down.

The bladder was already half out of the front as fairly full. Similar to her was not the first time, because of her shyness, but usually there was a toilet nearby, and she managed to do her job without writing in her pants. However, this morning she had already endured more than usual, and they were already circling around, and Patricia wanted to pee like never before.

She said to herself: be patient, my dear, wait until we are in the toilet, do not be naughty here.

Another 20 minutes passed, and Patricia was still in the same position. Her bladder ached and begged out, she was already shifting from one foot to the other, trying only so that others did not notice, especially Arthur.

Drinked in the eatery, meanwhile, has already finished its way into the bladder and doubled its contents, so that inside it all screamed. She tried to apply her efforts properly to keep her bladder, but she kept asking and asking.

When she had to stand, she stood with her legs crossed. Soon she began to linger at each mailbox, crossed her legs, and after a little control, she continued on her way. She wondered if Arthur had any suspicions about her so strange behavior, but the urine got mixed up inside so much that now it was more important to take care of herself than to think about how best to hide from Arthur.

They were already getting closer to the center, but even here she could not notice a hint of a toilet, except to sit on the street. It seemed to her that she would have to endure forever, squeezing the bladder at the bottom of the writing hole while they were moving from house to house.

At the end of the street she was absolutely helpless. Something pulsated in the lower abdomen in the area of ​​the bladder, and it seemed to her that the bladder was sticking out of his pants a few centimeters.

Then they went along two parallel streets, it was along one garden street, Arthur along another. Each step painfully responded to tensions from within, and therefore it hurt even more. But she firmly squeezed herself where necessary, and decided that nothing will leak into the panties and out until she gets to the toilet. There was even a thought to jump into this garden and empty it there, but how to climb over the fence, especially with a full bladder, before that?

Having knowledge of biology, she knew that the bladder was elastic, and it was necessary only to stretch it out over time, containing all the fluid inside it. Already received signals that the bladder is stretched beyond the usual, but she decided that over time he will be able to stretch out even more.

She wondered how she could fully tolerate the last hour if the bladder did not fill up even more. But the bladder seemed to be filling more and more, and soon Patricia was already in agony.

She barely tolerated, and comforted herself with the words that since she suffered so much, she would be able to hold the same volume within herself, even if it was added a little more. She anticipated that when will appear ...