A Desperate Journey

A Desperate Journey: Part One

Brooke jiggled her knee impatiently. She tried to keep her hands in her lap away from her crotch so she wouldn't draw suspicion to her growing desperation, but it was getting harder and harder by the second.

Couldn't the train move any faster? She saw the outdoors flying by her at an exceptional blur, but the train felt like it was crawling along like a slug and it was unbearable.

She'd needed to be since long before she boarded, but the station bathrooms were closed for cleaning and, honestly, she was certain at the time that she could hold on for another hour or two. Even if she couldn't the train had a bathroom she could use. It wasn't ideal, but it would work, right?

Wrong. She noticed as she boarded the train that the bathroom had a big, bold sign reading 'Out of Order' taped on the door. That just made her bladder spasm and the contents inside make their presence known even more.

That coffee she drank while doing her window shopping didn't help one bit.

Now, half an hour later, matters were getting serious. Brooke tried to settle into her seat and read the book she had in her purse, but she'd already read it once before and it didn't hold her attention as well the second time around – the nagging urge to empty her bladder might have had something to do with that.

She crossed her legs before crossing them the other way a few minutes later. No matter how she sat or attempted to accommodate her growing bladder bulge, she was uncomfortable and had no way to relieve the pain.

The train stopped at a station. Brooke jerked her head up to check if it was the one she needed to get off at, but nonsuch luck. She deliberated getting off anyway just so she could piss, but she'd already paid for a ticket to the station she actually needed and she didn't want to struggle to find a way back home from here.

Besides, what if the toilets at this station were closes for cleaning or out of order too? Brooke shuddered at the thought, which sent a sharp jolt through her bladder. She clenched her thighs together, only unclenching when she noticed someone looking at her.

"Mind if I sit next to you?"

"Of course not," Brooke lied.

"Thanks so much. The train is absolutely packed and this is the first seat I found that's open. My name's Dani, by the way."

"Hi, Dani. I'm Brooke." Brooke smiled and moved over a couple of inches so Dani had enough room to sit.

The seat was cool where she had scooted over, which didn't help her bladder feel any better.

"Hey, do you know where the bathroom is on this train?" Dani asked. "The ones at the station had a huge line and I didn't have time to wait. I really need to pee, though."

Brooke raised her eyebrows. "A line, huh? Sorry to hear that. Actually, um, the toilet on the train is out of order – that's what the sign I read said, anyway."

"Seriously?" Dani sighed frustratedly and wrung her hands together. "I wouldn't call it an emergency, but it's not something I cane exactly ignore either. You know what I mean?'

"I know exactly what you mean," Brooke replied, nodding her head vigorously. "I've got a bit of a pee problem myself right now."

Dani laughed softly. "At least I'm not alone. That makes me feel a little bit better."

"Me too." Brooke wasn't so worried about shifting around anymore now that her seat mate knew her predicament and was going through the same thing. At least she wouldn't question it or look at her like she had purple spotted cows coming out of her ears.

"Wow, it's really stuffy in here." Dani fanned her face with her hand.

"Yeah, it gets really hot in the summer," Brooke told her, squeezing her legs a little tighter as a wave of desperation hit her.

"Do you travel by train a lot?"

"I do. I like to go shopping around here, but it's super far away from my apartment and it's easier to take a train trip once in a while instead of driving and putting miles on my car. What about you?"

"I'm going home to see my parents for the weekend. I try to visit at least once a month, but my car broke down last week and I already haven't visited them in ages, so I felt bad and wanted to make the trip." She looked down at her lap, where her hands were placed strategically over her crotch. "When I drive, though, I can make stops any time I want. It's harder on a train when you're going 80 miles and hour with no extra stops."

Brooke nodded. "I totally get it. I had no idea the bathroom on here would be broken, otherwise I wouldn't have had a coffee before leaving the city."

Dani pulled out a water bottle. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'm dying of thirst."

Brooke watched her crack it open and take a sip before shuddering.

"That's going to hurt a lot in about ten minutes or so. Did I mention I have a small bladder?"

Brooke shook her head, smiling sympathetically. "I don't know what's worse – a tiny bladder that you need to empty more often, or a big bladder that holds a ton but also pees a ton when it's time. I'm going to explode if I don't get to a bathroom first, and if I do, there's gonna be a lot of piss."

Dani laughed for a second before doubling over and shoving her hands between her thighs. "Don't make me laugh! I'm about to leak."

Brooke raised her eyebrows. "That escalated quickly. Are you going to be okay?"

Dani nodded and straightened up. "If I can just distract myself for the next hour, I'll be fine. It's not too long to wait."

Brooke pushed her hand discreetly into her crotch, pressing hard on her pussy through the denim of her jeans. "It is when you're already bursting."