(feel free to PM me with stories of your own)
It was getting late. The librarian was announcing the library closed over the speaker. I had intended to visit the restroom beforehand…I got a little carried away. My pubic area felt tight with urine. I was surprised with how close I felt to completely losing control, right there in the library. Right over the carpet. I took my bookbag and headed over to the door.
I wanted to bolt, but I was so seriously full that I had to will myself to take slower, smaller steps. I got to the elevator…3 stories down. I anxiously closed my eyes as I waited for the door to close.
I heard the doors begin to close, and I relaxed slightly. Then I saw the unfortunate sight of a man rushing toward the door.
He had a bald head and goatee. He was tall and buff looking even through his long sleeved shirt. At any other time, I would have been overwhelmed with lust. Instead, I feared the very real possibility of failing to last the minute it would take to reach the bottom floor.