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  1. Sorry! I completely forgot about paragraphs! I'll work on that next time.
  2. I know I don't post often, but this is, in my mind, definitely worthy of being posted. Recently, during spring break, I went to Florida with my girlfriend. For the sake of privacy, we'll call her Brittney. Brittney is about 5'7, not the tallest, but not a shrimp, either. She has dark brown hair, down to about 4 inches past her shoulders. She also has a really weak bladder ;). She has an AMAZING body, and I'm not saying that just because she's my girlfriend; she really is beautiful, with a perfect slim body, and blemish-free skin, and a jocular personality. But, I'm rambling, so let's get on with the story. It was spring break, and we were really happy to be out of college for a week. And what better place to go than iconic Florida; the beautiful weather, palm trees dotting the landscape, and sunny weather, as well as there being a beach on 3 sides. We'd planned on visiting multiple places during our trip, such as the beach, Disney Parks (which will come into play in the other parts), many shops, and more. As of this part, we were going to the beach. We had just dropped our stuff off at the hotel. It was located on a beach, so we woke up early to hunt for seashells and sand dollars. She undressed in the bedroom, and came out in a pretty, pink bikini, that highlighted her magnificent body. "You look amazing!" I said. "I knew that swimsuit would look nice on you." (Proper grammar tells me to change paragraphs every paragraph, but screw that. I'm not perfect.) "You're just saying that," she grunted back, for she was still waking up. I noticed a squirm and slight hop while she talked, which got me excited. After some conversation, and a couple of cups of coffee, we decided it was time to start our search. "Let's go," I announced. I noticed she was heading to the bathroom, but she changed her direction as I said that. "Good idea," she agreed, with a slight curtsy. "There's rain in the forecast, anyway, so we should hurry." We headed out, and it began to cloud up. As we walked, we gathered a couple of shells and sea dollars, and I noticed that as she walked, she had an occasional skip, and this excited me. Finally she announced "I need to pee. I've needed to go all morning." "Why didn't you go?" I teased. I knew exactly why. "Well-Idk. Let's keep looking." She brushed it off. A few droplets of rain had begun to fall, and I noticed some more signs of desperation: she was bouncing (her perfect breasts did as well ;)) and I heard an occasional whimper. The rain turned into a pour, and it was cold! If you've ever been to the beach during rain, you know how bad it hurts, like cold pins and needles. She stopped in her tracks, shaking, and held her crotch. "This rain is NOT helping!" We were about 25 minutes away from the hotel, so we decided to head back. After about 15 minutes of walking, she stopped and slowly squatted to the ground, shaking and shoving her fingers into her pussy. "Just go already!" I exclaimed. "No one is out here, and even if someone sees, they'll think it's rain." For some reason that I'll NEVER understand, she said "No, I can make it." I thought to myself "YES!" for I'd never seen her this desperate before. After about 7 more minutes of walking, (for Brittney skipping) she stopped, squatted and whimpered. "Omg I have to pee sooooo bad!" She cried. She looked at me with a tear in her eye, and I was exhilarated. "Just go!" For some reason, she wanted me to block her, and idk why, but she pulled her bikini bottom (no pun intended) down, and exposed her beautiful pussy. I was mesmerized, and couldn't look away. "I can't go!" She yelled. By this point, the rain and wind created huge waves, and it was really loud. "Hurry!" I replied. After another 10 seconds of not being able to go, she pulled her bottoms back up, and it left a nice cameltoe from the soaking rain. She noticed it, but had to go too bad, and didn't bother fixing it in her dilemma. We finally got back to our hotel, and her desperation became very obvious. Lucky for her, and elevator was already open in the lobby. I pressed the 5th floor button, and as it went up, she bounced and whispered "gotta pee gotta pee." It stopped on the 3rd floor, and as it did, the force jolted her, and she yelped and shoved her hands into her pussy. Another family entered, so Brittney couldn't hold for the time being. I smiled at her, but a tear streamed down her face, and I kinda felt bad. When it reached the 5th floor, she ran to our room, but I had the key. As I opened the door (taking my time, of course, and ACCIDENTALLY hehe put the key card wrong twice), she squirmed, and cried "Hurry!!!" When I finally got it open, she sprinted inside, and slipped and fell on the carpet. She yelped, and as she got up, her legs crossed, a bit of pee leaked out. She stopped and held for 10 seconds, at this point crying. She finally started walking (more like waddling, with her hands in her crotch) again, and when she reached the cold tile floor, all was lost; she yelped, and pee cascaded through her perfect cameltoe, and she still had her legs crossed, as well as being bent over, holding. It streamed down her legs, and rolled into the seams of the tiles. It dripped off of her still futilly holding fingers, and made beautiful dripping sounds as they fell. She stood there for a good minute and a half before it finally stopped. She slowly crouched down and sat in her puddle, and buried her hands in her face. The whole time, I had been mesmerized, and when she finally looked at me, teary-eyed, I was snapped back into focus. "I'll get a towel," I suggested. When I came back, she was completely undressed, exposing her perfect breasts and dripping pussy. She blushed, for she'd never fully exposed herself to me. "Omg I'm so sorry!" She apologized. I'm not sure if she was apologizing for the mess, or being naked. The next day, we went to a Disney Park, and more happened there. Hope you enjoyed! To be continued!
  3. It's been a while, I know, but I've been quite busy lately.... anyway, here's a nice story that happened a while back in my freshman year.... it involved a girl during a quiz, hence the title, so, anyway..... here goes! It was a cold day where I lived, about 3 degrees Fahrenheit, for it was 4 days before winter began, so 90% of the students wore pants. (The other 10 percent were all either stupid or had a lot of blubber :P.) Anyway, this plays a large role in the story. It was a few days before the end of the semester, so they crammed in 4 tests and 2 quizzes throughout all of our classes that day, and this story took place during the final quiz during the last hour before lunch. We had a quiz over terms for a larger test coming the following Monday, as well as a couple of other assignments. The culprit in this story is..... well, we'll call her Hannah (not her real name :P.) She was cute, but sort of an annoying cute if anyone could relate.... kind of a trickster, with a little looks involved, and she's super relatable, no matter who you are; she could always understand your problems. She was also really open and talkative. She had some freckles on her cheeks, and was about 5'2, with strawberry-blonde hair at the time. (On the specific day of the incident, she wore very tight light-gray pants, and I believe I recall a moderate cameltoe) Back to the quiz, anyway... it consisted of 50 questions, so it wasn't quick, and we had to complete our other 3 assignments before any breaks. (Again, we were super packed.) After I'd finished, (100%, :D kind of a Sheldon Cooper, minus the gay XD) the teacher had given me the grading responsibilities, for she was incredibly old and lazy. So, as I arrived at Hannah's desk, I noticed a slight leg bounce.... I thought nothing of it, and checked on her progress; she had only completed 10 problems! Again, I thought nothing of it, and walked on. 20 minutes later, everyone had finished the quiz, including Hannah... so, as she started her other 3 assignments, I took my seat, (adjacent and down, a perfect view of everything happening :P) and noticed her squeeze her thighs, much to my surprise. After that, she went up to the teacher to ask for the bathroom, but was declined, for she hadn't completed her assignments. I would've helped her, but the teacher didn't allow. After completing the first one, she continued to squeeze her thighs, and, eventually, cross her legs. Lucky for me, we each had this class 2 periods in a row, lit to grammar. She didn't complete her 2nd one before I heard her gasp and then hold her breath, squeezing her thighs tightly. She, again, begged the teacher, but, again, was declined, much to her dismay. When coming back, however, I'd noticed a slight dark spot, obvious on her light gray pants. This could get interesting, I began to think. And, oh man, did it. 25 minutes later, she completed her 2nd and started on the 3rd, more frequently fidgeting and recrossing her legs along the way. After completing about 1/4 of the 3rd assignment, she repeated the first process when she leaked, and leaked a bit more this time, creating a half-baseball sized patch. After this, she beckoned me over with one hand, while holding with the other. "I have to pee sooooo bad, can you please tell the teacher to let me go? She won't let me, and I figured since you're, like, the teacher's pet, you could convince her," she pleaded. I almost contemplated not telling her, but she looked really pleading, so I did. So I walked over to the teacher; "Will you let Hannah use the restroom?" I asked. I half hoped her to say no, but something inside me wanted to let her make it. "Has she completed her papers?" she asked. "No," I was forced to admit. "Then no," she said. As I walked back to Hannah, she looked hopeful, but I had to bear the bad news. "Dang!" she declared. "I don't think I can make it." She started working again, but when about halfway done, she repeated the leaking process, but this time, a lot more came out, creating a softball-sized patch and a small puddle on her seat. "Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee," she despaired. I actually thought she may make it, but when only 2 questions remained, she spurted, forced her hands in her crotch, and lost a ton; but not all. Some got down her legs, and her crotch was soaked. "Oh god," she said. She then completed the paper, and turned it in, and got a few odd looks from peers. The first thing she did when up was ask the teacher for the bathroom, but, much to her dismay, was declined, for only 5 minutes remained, and the teacher forced her to wait. "I can't make it that long!" she declared under her breath when arriving back at her desk. Suddenly, she stood up, forced her crotch into the corner of the desk held her breath, and leaked; but this time, it didn't cease. It began to leak all over the desk, and began dripping off, and she did everything in her power to stop it: holding, crossed legs, etc. But she failed, and her piss ran everywhere, and she began tearing up, and a puddle formed beneath her. At this point, everyone had noticed, and she began crying. It was all over her cameltoe-induced crotch, as well as her butt and legs. She was the sent home, and it was over. Her seat, papers, and the floor were covered, however, and it was an awesome experience to watch. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! It was a ton of fun to write, and more stories are to come :)
  4. There was this chick in my school, and we were pretty good friends. Not dating, but good friends. But, once she had a pretty bad accident, in 6th grade, and I'm here to tell you about that. So, on to her description. Her name is Karly, she's about 4'7 (really short, I know) with long blonde-brown hair and amber eyes. She's smart, like me, but pretty self-conscious, unlike me. This trait doesn't help her in this story. At the time of the story, she wore a pink St. Louis Cardinals shirt, and shorts that went a third of the way to her knees, for those who want to know. Anyway, onto the story. We had the same 1st hour at the time, in math, and it was time to take our 2nd test of the year. I'd noticed she looked uncomfortable and kept squirming, and she didn't get much done by the end of the hour. After we were dismissed and could talk without getting in trouble, I asked her, "Are you okay? You didn't seem right last hour." She replied, "I'm fine, I just have to use the bathroom. It's no big deal, really." She shrugged it off as if it were nothing. I stated, "Then go, silly!" "Good idea!" She remarked as she ran off towards the restrooms. I decided to head to my locker to grab my books for 2nd hour. She abruptly returned 30 seconds later. "That was quick!" I exclaimed. But I noticed she still looked distraught. "We're they being cleaned?" I asked. She nodded. "They said it won't be done until after recess," she said worryingly. "That's not good, will you be able to make it?" "I should be okay," she replied hastily. I nodded in agreement. I, unfortunately, sat across the room from her in 2nd hour. Although, I could tell she wasn't comfortable, even from that distance. She kept shifting and occasionally crossing her legs. I wasn't sure she would make it another few hours without losing it. After leaving that hour, she'd gotten nearly no work done at all, and she met up with me in the hallway. "Are you sure you'll make it?" I questioned her previous logic. "I hope so..." she said grimly. That startled me, as she's usually positive about things. She didn't have the same next class as me, so I'll skip to the one after that, the one before recess, that she did have with me. We fortunately sat next across from each other at the same table that hour, so I caught her every move. I remember she hardly spoke, besides whispering, "I have to go soooo bad!" At this point, her legs were crossing about every 25 seconds, and her hands occasionally darted to below the table, where I'd assumed she grabbed her crotch. I dropped my pencil under the table once and had to retrieve it, but I couldn't resist taking a look at her holding progress. Her hands were forced against her crotch, but no leakage had occurred yet. I was almost certain she wouldn't make it. After getting my pencil, she suddenly gasped and I asked "What happened?" "Nothing, don't worry," she replied. I pretended to drop my pencil to see if she'd leaked a bit and sure enough, there were a couple drops on the seat. After that hour, she walked the hallway with her hands in her crotch, and she got some looks, but at her point of desperation, I don't think she cared. Anyway, onto recess. At recess I asked her if she wanted to do anything and she said "Use the bathroom!" I laughed it off and invited her to a game of volleyball, for she played and loved the sport. She reluctantly agreed and as she took her hands away from her crotch, she bursted and yelped and immediately crossed her legs. Some pee leaked out onto the ground but the short-lived flow ceased as she tightened her grip. She played for the next 5 minutes with her legs crossed and didn't do well in volleyball. There were only 10 minutes left of recess. I thought, she might actually make it! But then, all of a sudden, she deflected the ball from her hands to her stomach and she collapsed. I ran over to her, as she may have been hurt, but she shrugged me off. I obeyed and walked back to my side of the net. As she tried to get back up, she bursted, so her hands darted to her already damp shorts. But the flow didn't quit, and she stood there peeing as I stared at her. She continued to attempt to futilly hold with crossed legs and a hand-covered crotch, but it was no use. She stood there for a good 2 to 3 minutes as a flow trickled out of her soaked short-shorts. After the flow quit, there was a big puddle below her, and she looked crestfallen with a cherry-red face and clouded eyes. I'd offered to run to the lost and found to grab some shorts for her to change into and she nodded gratefully. She didn't want anyone to see her drenched so she went behind a bush that I blocked for her as she changed out of her soaked clothes and into the ones I got her. After that, we continued our lives normally and never brought it back up. I hope you enjoyed my story! This is the only time I'd seen her wet herself, but I've seen others do it, too. Anyhow, (Hopefully) More to come!
  5. I'm new here, and after lurking around a bit, I've decided to tell you guys about something that happened to this girl in first grade. So there was this girl in first grade, Katy, who had bladder problems, bph or something, and at any given moment she had permission to leave the classroom to use the restroom. (But she always asked, for whatever reason.) So, one day, we'd just finished a test and it was 3:00, 10 minutes from leaving time. There was an insane amount of noise in the room, and our teacher had bad hearing, so that didn't help Katy in this situation. I noticed some movement up ahead of me; It was Katy, squirming and jumping in desperation. She kept poking the teacher whilst in line to leave, whispering "I need to go to the bathroom!" She noted this multiple times before she shoved her hand in her crotch and shook the teacher with her free hand, yelling this time, "I need to go to the bathroom!" (At this point, she was crying.) For some reason, the teacher didn't hear her and Katy lost it, her pee going all over the floor as she yelled, "I accidentally peed my pants!" At this, the room went silent, and the teacher turned around, gave her a forgiving look, and told her to go out of the classroom, for she was balling and soaking wet. Then, our teacher yelled, "Poor Katy had an accident because every one of you was screaming!" She then turned, slammed the door, and got Katy some help. We were all in silence; we hadn't done anything, it was just our teacher was old and practically deaf. I hope you enjoyed my first post ;) I sure had fun writing it... more to come!
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