A few years ago when I was 23 or so and I was in a big city to sing a small gig. After dinner I left the hotel I was staying at (with a few glasses of wine and water in me) without peeing, because my plan was to run out, find a Target and come back in a few minutes. I walked further than I intended to looking for a Target and about 45 minutes later, I finally admitted I was lost and starting to have to pee badly with all that liquid in me, so I decided to find a bathroom so I could relax and figure out where I was. I was in an area with a lot of office buildings and clearly nowhere to pee, so I kept walking and about 15 minutes later, saw a fancy restaurant with a patio. I walked in and right away was approached by a hostess. I said I just needed to use the restroom, but she said I'd have to sit down and order. Having just eaten I declined and left. I walked another 15 minutes, my need rapidly growing more urgent, until I came to a Y. At home the Y generally has a bathroom available so I went in. There was an elevator going up. I took it and came to an area that was locked and barred off. The only thing open was a little booth to buy tickets. By now I was getting worried and starting to dance a little bit when I stood still. I walked back outside and kept going. I had given up on finding my way back or finding a Target and now just wanted to find a toilet as I found myself having to concentrate more and more on squeezing my bladder shut.
In about 5-10 minutes I was in a mall and sure I was home free as it was only about 8:00. I followed the ladies room signs and was absolutely shocked to see that they too were locked. As I walked away I felt that full feeling in my bladder and every step I took put more pressure down there in my crotch. This girl was now desperate and she had to release this pee soon.
I saw a security guard sitting at a counter and walked up to him intending to ask where the public restrooms were, but as I got there and he looked up I saw a large sign stating that restrooms are not for public use, or something like that. Embarassed, I felt I had to ask something so I asked for directions to my hotel. He went into detail and I couldn't even listen because I then felt pee right at my pee hole and had to cross my legs and bend down and dance to hold it in. I think the counter prevented him from seeing but the people walking behind me probably did.
I thanked the guard and went quickly up the nearby escalator with no idea where I was going but needing a place to keep crossing my legs. When I got off the danger of wetting my jeans had subsided some and I saw a bench. I sat down gratefully, feeling my bladder filling and about to spill over. I opened my legs some and pressed my pee hole subtly into the wood of the bench and rocked a little and contemplated peeing through its slats onto the floor but there were so many people around. I got up and began walking through the walkway. Every now and then when no-one was around I had to stop walking, cross my legs and dance because now my bladder pressure was unbearable and little trickles kept threatening to come out. Under my now too tight jeans I had on a purple velvet thong that I doubt would hold very much leakage as I think it was already a little damp. I had no idea where this tunnel was going, but finally it came out at a hotel and I breathed a sigh of relief because I knew hotels had bathrooms. I headed for the lobby and was greeted with a big sign at the bathroom that said bathrooms were for guests only. Well I was a guest of the city and I had to pee so bad, so I walked in and was stopped halfway by a huge security guard. He said "Ma'am are you a guest here?" I said "Yes" and he asked for my room key. I said I didn't have it with me. He told me I couldn't use the bathroom. He seemed unmoved by my panicked expression and shifting back and forth as I stood there a little pee now squeezing out. I said to him "Listen, I'm from out of town and I really, really need to use the restroom. What do you suggest?" He shrugged, said he couldn't help me, and asked me to leave. I went back in the walkway and continued on in the direction I'd been going, trying to think. I knew I couldn't go on like this much longer. I knew my pussy was now wet but I was afraid to look down to see if it showed. When I thought no-one was around I stopped for a second and did a wild pee dance, crossing my legs, jumping up and down, pacing around. Suddenly I heard a businessman in a suit asking if I was all right. Embarassed, I said yes and hurried off. By now, I was so desperate I considered squatting down and peeing right there in the walkway, quickly before anyone else came but it was carpeted and I thought that would be too gross, plus what if someone saw? And there were security cameras. I indulged for a moment in a fantasy of my thick rushing stream pouring into that rich carpet from poor aching pussy but I knew I couldn't do it. If I'd had a long skirt on, maybe, but I was in tight jeans that would show everything. I had to hold on; I had to hold a bladder that was now fuller then it had ever been in my life and was taking every ounce of my strength down there. I could hardly think of anything else but maybe trying to hold it with my finger; constant squeezing was wearing me out down there.
There was a parkade nearby so I went there thinking it would be the perfect place to pee but again, it was full of security cameras and without my own car to crouch beside or sit in (yes I would of pissed in there on the floor at this point) I didn't know what to do. A split second of relaxing a very tired muscle caused a hot jet off pee to squirt into my thong and only a quick squeeze with my fingers were able to stop it. I walked around for a while holding myself and bending over with terrible pains in my stomach and my pee hole on fire. As I walked along (by now I'd been wandering around desperate for probably close to 2 1/2 hours) the stomach pressure built so badly that I had to unzip my pants. Finally I again couldn't stop another rush of pee. I let it run a second or two before pushing my fingers into my pussy and clamping my legs shut, thinking that now maybe that would help but it just made my body eager to get rid of the rest so now I was even more desperate if that was even possible. I had to pee so badly that I started to cry and began walking along crossing one leg over the other and pushing on my pee hole with every step. There was absolutely nowhere to pee and I didn't know where I was. Then I saw another woman approaching. I didn't even to try and walk more normally. She saw me and was going to walk past when I stopped her and asked her where there was a ladies room. She looked at me; in tears, dancing, holding my pussy, and said "You have to go bad don't you sister." I said "I've been holding it forever and I can't find any bathrooms in this city. "She said "Try a hotel honey." I explained I'd already been kicked out of one. She was surprised and said to try another. I thanked her and left, crying harder, all out of options when I saw an elevator and ducked in, wondering if I had the guts to pee in it. I wasn't sure. I pressed a floor and paced around still holding myself while crossing and bending. My pee hole was hurting so bad and still more pee began to come out. I sat down right on the elevator floor with my heel shoved into my pussy and rocked. I was so afraid to pee there and then the doors opened and an elderly well-dressed couple walked in giving me a weird look. I jumped up and stood shifting from foot to foot. I was so desperate I couldn't think and without holding myself was leaking between my tightly locked legs. Finally they got out and I pressed a button for another floor and jumped up and down again holding myself, but I was just too desperate to hold it any longer and a flood of hot pee burst from me and began really soaking my pants. In the midst of trying to stop it with my hands, the elevator doors opened and I was in a hotel lobby with a ladies' room right in front of me and a big sign about guests only blah blah blah, but no-one was around. Dripping on the floor, I ran in and into a stall. I fought with my clothes and held my pee hole as pee shot out anyway and fell on the floor. Finally I was on the toilet. Even with all the peeing in my pants I'd done, a storm of hissing pee twisted into the toilet for over a minute as I bent over and sighed with relief. I sat there a long time after the initial pee as several smaller trickles came out over the next 15 minutes or so. Finally I got up, cleaned myself as best I could and left. I was confronted by another security guard but having already peed I didn't care what he said, only that I didn't want him to notice my wet clothes. I ran away and found that with the weight out of my bladder I was able to navigate my way home. Because I'd been so desperate my bladder was weak and I had to pee badly again by the time I got to my room.