Busting To Pee

Feeling dizzy from the crowd, the sweat in the air, and the second-hand cigarette smoke I was made to breathe I retreated to the ladies’ room. The music blared behind the door, slightly muffled but still loud enough to shake my tenuous grasp on consciousness. I walked over to the sink, turning the tap on, hoping to splash some water over my face in an attempt to feel somewhat better. “Are you alright?” She asked me, patting my forehead with some damp paper toweling. I looked up at this stranger who was maternally caring for me.

I was lying on the tiled floor of the ladies’ room, just underneath the sinks and thankfully out of the way of the door. “I must have dizzied”, I mumbled. She told me she found me lying on the floor and hoped I hadn’t overdosed or something. I smiled, I don’t do drugs, I just get a little hyper sometimes. “No, it’s just the heat, and the smoke, and the sweat.” I tried to push myself up into a sitting position and my head spun wildly, she saw the look in my eyes, perhaps a green tinge to my skin and told me to lie back down.

“I don’t really like this music anyway, I was here for the support acts, I’ll stay here with you until you’re better.” I love the kindness of strangers. She pressed the cold paper toweling over my face again, then re-wet it under the taps. I was regaining some circulation, with the blood returning to my head I took the chance to look her over properly. She had short blonde hair, bleached with about an inch of regrowth. Sexy and skanky, just my type. His green eyes returned their mind to me as I was admiring her cute tits in the tight white T-shirt she wore.

She noticed where my mind had drifted to and smiled, I smiled back. There were only three toilets and they were all full, I wondered what the people were doing in there that was taking so long. I came to the ladies’ room for some cool water and a little space, but my bladder was making me aware of it’s growing need to have a pee. I looked from door to door, willing the women to come out and let me in. “Your complexion looks a bit better”, she informed me. I started to sit upon the filthy floor, thankful I wore a black skirt and the tight blacktop rather than a paler complexion which would have shown up the filth I’d been lying in.