I was on a three hour flight and had to pee, but I hate airplane restrooms and won't use them unless absolutely necessary. I didn't have to pee really bad, so I thought I would wait until my flight landed, and I could go on my way to catch my next flight. The pilot announced that we were circling the airport waiting for clearance to land because there was a storm and we had to wait it out. He also asked us to stay in our seats because of the turbulance. We circled for what seemed like an eternity, and my need to pee was worstening. Since I had a blanket over my lap, I let my hand slip down and hold my pussy. It helped so much, butI was still getting really desperate. I kept telling myself it was only a few more minutes until we are on the ground and I can pee.

Well, we finally landed, and the pilot announced that he was sorry we were so late, and hoped that we would all still make our connections. I looked at my watch and realized that my next flight left in only 15 minutes. I was going to have to run the entire way to catch my flight. Crap! That meant I would have to wait until I was on the next plane to pee.

I got off my flight and literally ran to my next gate that was two terminals away. I was so worried about missing my flight that I forgot for a minute how desperate I was. I got to the gate, only to find out that they had not held the flight for me. I had missed my plane. Crap again.

At that moment, my bladder burst, and the plane wasn't the only thing that hadn't been held for me. I totally peed my pants right there in front of the information desk. My pee squirted out so hard and fast, and I couldn't stop for anything. I peed for over a minute, completely soaking my pants clear down to my socks.

I had checked my luggage too, so I had nothing to change into. I had to sit for hours in my pee-soaked clothes until I could get another flight and get my luggage.

That day really sucked.