Posted by Holly on May 08, 2001 at 13:34
Hi everybody,
This is a story that I have been meaning to write up ever since I started to post on this board. I have taken a few liberties with the title but you’ll see the link as you read through the story. This must go down as probably my most desperate experience ever. It’s about the time, which was around this time last year, when me and some friends went for a long (and as it turned out) extremely desperate weekend in Munich, Germany. This story is told simply as it happened.
There were seven of us, four boys and three girls. I can remember that it was very hot weekend at the end of May. A girlfriend of mine has a friend who goes to University there. We were to meet her and spend the weekend enjoying the city and spending our days cycling and drinking in the beer gardens in the English Garden. Munich has a beautiful and huge park. The largest in Europe. I was rather embarrassed to see that many people would lie out in the sunshine with no clothes on. I certainly wasn't going to do that!
On the first day, when we arrived, we went to the biggest beer garden in the park that has a big bang stand built like a Pagoda, in the middle. There was an Oompah band playing and the place was very busy. We got seats on one of the long benches and we drank huge glasses of beer. I had never seen beer glasses so big. As you can imagine, the first thing I did was to checkout where the loos were, so I would not risk having an embarrassing accident, by not making the toilet on time!.
The next morning, we hired bikes and went into the City Centre, to do some shopping. Around lunchtime we decided to head for the English Garden and we spent the rest of the afternoon eating and drinking, cycling round all of the beer gardens. At lunch we had huge Bratwurst sausages and chips. We also had a large mug of beer each. After that we simply found a nice shady spot in the garden and sunbathed.
Around 4 o'clock we reached another beer garden and we all had some more to drink and eat. We then went out into the gardens again and just chatted and laid in the sun. The boys were playing football and we were simply lying on our tummies, chatting and making daisy chains. Although I had been to the toilet after each visit to a beer garden, I was beginning to feel the need to go again. I was wearing a dark blue cotton, Fred Perry dress which was quite short and nice and cool. I had white cotton panties on underneath and sandals.
I was feeling very lazy and sleepy and I didn't really want to move. However, as I was lying down on my tummy I could feel the need getting worse and worse. At the time there were some blokes nearby who were staring at us. So we decided to turn around because we thought they were looking up our skirts! I sat up, with my knees pulled up, so I could lean forward and I put my hand round between my thighs to jam my fingers against my pee hole through my knickers. After a while I knew I would have to do something or I would simply end up weeing in my knickers right there!
"I'm going to have to move", I said to my friend Sarah. "I need the loo really badly". "Why don't you simply go in the trees", said Sarah. I replied, "There are far too many people in the park and they’ll see me going. I couldn't do that! I'm going for a walk to find a loo in the beer gardens over there round the other side of the lake". It was actually a longer walk than I had imagined. I should have cycled there. But if I had done, then I might have risked wetting my knickers, as I cycled!
As I arrived at the beer garden, I suddenly realised that this was not the one that we had visited before. I had no idea where the loos were. I asked a man who was serving food but I speak no German and he didn't understand what this 21 year old blonde English girl who was desperate to find a loo and doing a little dance in front of him, was saying!. "Loo bitte", I tried to say. Then inexplicably I tried my version of French "Toilette, s’il vous plait?". But it was having no effect. I went to find somebody else. There was a bloke serving the beer. He seemed to understand what I was saying. "I need a loo, where are the toilets..please, bitte". He pointed me in the direction of an adjacent beer garden, which looked more like restaurant. By this time, I was panicking. I could actually see myself wetting my knickers and making a puddle in the middle of the beer garden in front of everybody!
I went into this other big seating area but there was no loo to be seen. I started to feel myself beginning to cry. This time I found a waiter and asked him where I could find a loo. I was shouting "I need the toilet, please help me, I need to go". I was now absolutely frantic. I had my hand between my thighs holding myself at the front and then I would change hands and hold from behind. My skirt must have been hitched right up and I might have been showing my knickers. But I didn't care. I think he got the message!. It must have been very obvious what I needed to do!. He pointed me inside the restaurant. I couldn't think now. I asked the first person I saw "Please, I need the loo" I was jumping and down, I thought I could feel my fingers getting wet "Where is it?", I said pleadingly. I was pointed down some stairs going into a basement. My legs had gone to jelly. I could feel, as I was walking down the stairs, that I was beginning to leak little drops down the inside of my thighs. But this time I knew it was not going to be like my usual accidents. I was risking a huge wetting and a flood! I eventually got to the door. I was now crying and absolutely frantic but I had found a toilet. But was it too late? I was actually wetting myself standing up. My wee was running down my legs and pouring out of my panties. I finally managed to sit down and release the rest. My heart was beating like a train!.
I was so relieved but I realised that I had wet my knickers really badly and also wet my dress. I took off my knickers and simply discarded them in the bin. I spent the next half hour lying in the sun on my own, trying to dry off my dress. When I returned to my friends, the boys seemed to know what had happened "How did it go Holly" one of them said sarcastically. "Any accidents on the way?" "No", I said, indignantly. "I was just having a look around!" But I don't think anyone believed me.
I hope you enjoyed. Perhaps some of you have also got drinking stories. Perhaps there are similar stories of desperation when language got in the way of finding relief !. Perhaps some of you have been to Munich and will be able to place exactly where this happened! I hope to go back there later this month!
Take Care