Jane needed to pee. Badly.
Her lecturer droned on without the same sense of urgency which bounced Jane's left leg up and down.
"Will this stupid class never end!" Jane thought.
The strange woman next to Jane raised her eyebrow in the direction of Jane's leg, Jane responded with a pained expression and the woman gave a knowingly sympathetic smile. Jane had clocked the woman as she sat down, the woman had a gothic look, highlighted by her pale skin and the assorted mix and mash trinkets on her wrist and neck. For jewelry, Jane preferred to extend a classic look, keeping a simple pearl necklace that her mother gifted for Jane's 21st birthday.
It was the woman's gray eyes that stood out most when they shared sympathetic glances, swirling clouds within the iris'. Jane sensed surprise in those clouds, as though the woman had only noticed now that she was sitting next to someone. Jane could only imagine the look of growing need and desperation that the woman would have seen in hers.
The pressure continued to build in Jane's bladder as condensation formed on her forehead from the sheer effort of holding. She should just leave and go now, but she was hemmed in on either side - no chance to leave without a scene. The potential for public humiliation brought a flush to her cheeks.
"You can fight this - almost there."
"...and that concludes today's lecture on early medieval depictions of witches in art, next time..."
Jane heard nothing else, students were already leaving. She tore through the throng of students that had coalesced and straining at the small exit. Bursting into the hallway she made a bee-line for the nearest bathroom. She had her route calculated, and broke out into as fast a pace she dared. She feared if she extended her legs to a run that she wouldn't be able to hold back the tide within. This was unbearable, but she was close.
She shoved through the door using her books as a battering ram, and ran to a stall, which thankfully was empty. Frantically she entered, sure that she was going to wet her thong at any moment. She started to faff with the lock, but struggled to engage it with her shaking hands. Her books splattered on the ground, as she gave up on the lock. Tearing her thong down to her thighs as she flopped onto the seat.
It was then the stall door opened and the strange woman from the lecture hall entered.
"No! occupied! Please!" Jane instantly tensed up from the interruption and begged the women. Jane firmly clasped her hand down on her uncovered parts for modesty and because she didn't believe her bladder could do the job on its own. Her other hand was in front swinging in vain to block the woman's vision.
The woman didn't even look at Jane. She entered and closed the door, not bothering to lock it.
Jane was in shrill disbelief, "No, you have to get out - please, this is in use."
"It doesn't seem to be in use," the woman purred.
"This is in use, are you insane, what the hell do you think you're doing - get out! Please!" Jane was almost in tears, her hips were jolting and bucking on their own accord. She was squeezing as hard as she could, keeping her hand firmly in place.
"Now let's get a good look at you Jane," she said.
"How do you know..."
"Shhh now," Jane surprised herself by shushing. "You don't need to cover yourself up dear, what you need is to piss, but you won't," the woman said teasingly, "now follow my lead."
The woman leaned forward and guided Jane up from the toilet, gently pulling Jane's hand from her crotch eliciting a stifled yelp. Much to Jane's confusion she meekly followed the prompting hand without resisting. The removal of her hand didn't cause her to pee, though she was still cramping across her abdomen, unable to control her hip's little jolts. She stood dumbly and continued to brace with one hand on the side of the stall as the woman held her other hand staring. Jane's hips continued to pulse and twitch as she held on.
"Why am I not putting up a fight," she thought, "this lady isn't even strong I'm just following!" God, please leave me alone, please let me pee"
The woman eyed Jane hungrily. Jane was short at 5 feet, cute face with long straight brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Jane wore a tight, off-white sweater and a plaid skirt, she had a petite frame, with similarly petite breasts and bum. A small necklace of pearls tied the like-butter-wouldn't-melt look together.
But there was an incongruity. The woman licked her bottom lip as she saw Jane's lacy black thong stretched tight between her standing thighs. It was much racier than she had expected from this innocent, young, college student. Jane jerked and whimpered around pleasingly as she continued to fight the need to pee, but was inexplicably powerless to sit. The woman stepped close in to Jane, who watched like a deer in the headlights. The woman dropped Jane's hand and reached forward to feel the lace thong with her fingertips.
"This little thing wouldn't have been any good if you had pissed yourself in class, hmmm? It's barely there at all, I wonder what a good girl like you is doing wearing such, unsuitable underwear?"
"Tell me Jane, being honest with yourself, what turns you on?"
Jane was caught out - "Humiliation", she blurted. Gasping, she brought her hand to her mouth.
The woman smiled, "oh, I can work with that - I had wondered why you were sooo deliciously compliant. Usually they fight me harder. Is me watching as you fight your bladder turning you on? It would be pretty embarrassing to piss your yourself in front of me, no?"
Jane's body shuddered. Through the fog of her desperation she realized there were deep needs stirrings within her body. Her free hand inadvertently dropped to the hemline of her skirt, making sure that her naked pussy was covered. The woman noticed however that whilst Jane played with the hemline between her palm and index finger, Jane's other fingers were digging their nails into her fleshy inner thigh.
"Yes! Yes, it's turning me on. It would be so shameful to pee my pants," sobbed Jane, becoming overwhelmed.with the conflicting need this woman was provoking. Jane's cheeks were flushing crimson, her breathing in short gasps.
The woman's smile widened in recognition of Jane's realization. She watched Jane as the woman slowly lifted her fingers from the lace thong up to lightly graze Jane's pussy. She was wet. Jane let out a whimper. Slowly the woman brought a slickened finger to Jane's mouth and gently traced her lips with the scented finger. Jane's hips bucked again, this time Jane was not sure for which reason.
"Jane - I want you to look into my eyes," Jane could do little else, she made eye contact. As soon as Jane did, the woman disappeared.
Jane shook her head - she could have sworn that there had been a woman in the stall with her a minute ago. A desperate pang from her bladder sat her back down again before she could think about it. She felt hot. She relaxed on the toilet but her body was fighting it. The piss wouldn't come! Why wasn't she able to go!
She tasted a familiar taste on her lips, and metallic taste in her mouth - adrenaline. She stretched her legs as wide as her thong would allow, put her hand on her abdomen and pressed lightly. Looking down she could see deep nail prints on her thigh and a familiar wetness on her pussy.
She bit the right side of her bottom lip. For some reason holding her pee in was getting her riled up. A little voice told her that, being honest with herself, the thought of peeing herself in front of the whole lecture class was a huge turn on. The pressure in her bladder was as strong as it had ever been, yet there was a growing need deeper within. Her heart rate was picking up. The deep flush of shame on her face was spreading across her body.
