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  1. When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again. Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen. "Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards. "Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep. Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door. "Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted. "I won't," Ellie replied. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement. "Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded. Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour. After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice. "Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice. Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked. Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!" After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly. "So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room. "Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview. "Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office. "Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked. "Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment. Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet." "Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?" "They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her. "Better?" she asked. "Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot. "Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
  2. Not long after the events of the first story Alice ended up moving in with us. As we hung out quite a lot and she spent a lot of time at our house she would often end up sleeping over in the spare room and a few times we joked that she should just move in. Then unfortunately her Great Grandfather died and in his will he had left his house to Alice’s Mum. At the time Alice’s parents were renting the house they lived in and decided to move into the house they had inherited. The house in question was in the next town over and Alice didn’t really want to have to move and be far away from where she worked and her friends. We talked about it and told her that as she spent a lot of nights at our house anyway she was more than welcome to move in with us and claim one of the spare rooms as hers. At first she seemed hesitant but we convinced her she wouldn’t be imposing and we would love to have her around all the time. In the end she agreed and that weekend we went and collected all of her things and moved her in. This story takes place a couple of months after the first one. After what had happened in the first story she hadn’t said anything else about what she had done and saying she might do it again. I wanted to ask her but I figured it had been a one off and didn’t want to push the subject and make things weird. So I accepted that it would just be a happy memory and left it at that. However I would find that not to be true soon enough. Matty’s cousin and his gf were getting married and as family we were invited to the ceremony and the reception. The ceremony was being held at a church across town and the reception was at the function suite in the hotel just down the road from where we live so we decided we would drive over to the ceremony and then afterwards we would bring the car home and drop it off and then walk down to the hotel as it would only take us about 10 minutes and then we could enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about driving. On the morning of the wedding we had some breakfast and then got ready. When Alice came downstairs she looked stunning in a black dress that showed off her sexy figure. Not to mention her beautiful orange hair stood out against the dark colour. I had put on my red dress which was a little more floaty than hers but apart from that they were very similar. We sat in the kitchen doing each other's makeup and finishing our cups of coffee when Matty came downstairs having finished showering and changing and asked if we were ready. I went upstairs to grab the bag that matches my dress and figured whilst I was there I would use the bathroom. I went and peed and then when I got back downstairs I found Alice and Matty were already outside waiting by his car. I put my shoes on, locked the door and went over and got in the car and we set off. It took about 20 minutes to get to the church due to normal Saturday traffic and when we got there we parked up and went to join the other people who were already there. We found Alice’s parents talking to some other people and went over to see them. After greeting them and exchanging pleasantries they held up glasses in their hands and pointed over the crowd and said if we wanted a glass of champagne they were handing them out over there. Matty went over and brought back two glasses for myself and Alice and we stood chatting. About five minutes later Matty’s brother appeared out of nowhere with a cheery greeting and held out two glasses of champagne. We looked at him puzzled and he told us he had accepted them but he didn’t drink and his girlfriend hated champagne so we could have them. We didn’t complain and both Alice and I took a glass off him. We continued talking and going around saying hello to different people that we knew and did so for about 15 minutes whilst other guests arrived and we were then told we could go inside and take our seats. I finished my second glass of champagne and Matty took the empty glasses over to the table where they had originally come from and we ventured inside. We made our way down aisle and decided to sit on the fifth row back. We were the first on the row so Alice was sat on the end with me next to her and Matty on my other side. We sat and looked through the ceremony schedule we had been given whilst the other guests filtered in and found seats. Not long after everyone was inside and seated and then the ceremony started. The bride came in and looked absolutely stunning. She walked down the aisle and took her place at the altar and we sat back to enjoy the wedding. As the ceremony went on I noticed my bladder filling thanks to the cup of coffee and two glasses of champagne. As time passed I gradually got more and more desperate and was soon sat shifting subtly in my seat. I checked the schedule and saw that there wasn’t long left which was good as I really didn’t fancy the idea of being super desperate in the middle of a church full of people. As they got to the exchanging of vows I noticed a brushing on my leg and looked down and found Alice’s leg bobbing up and down gently and I wondered if she too found herself victim to the champagne. For the next few minutes whilst the couple exchanged vows I couldn’t help sneaking glances at her sexy legs gently bouncing and enjoying the knowledge she may need to pee too. After the rings were given and the couple were pronounced man and wife there was a round of applause as they kissed and they set off down the aisle towards the door. We watched as they went past and then people started leaving their seats and heading out of the church. I sat back down and commented on what a lovely ceremony it had been and Alice agreed. Then in a whisper said “I’m glad it's over though….I’m busting for a wee”. I laughed and told her I was getting pretty desperate too. She asked if the church had a bathroom and I said it did and that it was downstairs. I told her I was going to wait until we got home but she said “I think I had better go before we leave, I kept thinking if the ceremony went on much longer I would have to get up and leave I was getting that desperate. We waited for the mass of the crowd to leave and then left our row. I told Matty that I was showing Alice where the bathroom was and he said he would be outside and left with his brother. Alice and I walked over to the door in the corner of the church that I knew from past experience as a girl scout at church parade led down to the basement and the rooms that creeped me out when I was younger. We went down the stairs and upon reaching the bottom and turning the corner we found a few people stood outside what was the bathroom door. It seemed a few people had fallen victim to the effects of the champagne and had come to use the bathroom. Alice looked at the queue of people and said “I can’t be bothered waiting, I will wait till we get home. I asked if she was sure and she nodded and said “I can’t just stand here waiting, It will take as long to wait here as it would to get home”. I nodded in agreement and we went back upstairs. When we left the church and walked over to the car we found Matty stood at the car with his cousin and told us we were giving him a lift. He and Matty got in the front and Alice and I got in the back and we set off. As we drove along I couldn’t help watching Alice fidget and squirm and after ten minutes we came into the town centre and hit the traffic lights. As we moved along through the traffic Alice got more and more squirmy and I asked if she was okay. She looked at Matty and his cousin in the front and leaned over and whispered “I’m bursting, I’m gonna wet the seat if we don’t hurry up”. I felt myself get aroused at her words and I whispered back “don’t worry babe, I’m in the same boat”. Which was true, it seemed like the delay of getting caught in traffic had made my desperation shoot up and I too was feeling like I was close to leaking in my knickers. We finally got through the traffic and headed out towards the hotel. We pulled up at the end of the driveway of the hotel and Matty’s cousin jumped out and we continued up the hill to our village. It seemed like now it was just the three of us Alice was no longer embarrassed and told Matty to hurry up as she was dying for a wee and about to soak the back seat. Matty laughed and said “i know the feeling”. I then noticed he was squirming as he drove and my arousal grew at knowing Matty was desperate too. A few minutes later we pulled into our driveway and parked up. We jumped out of the car and headed over to the front door. We all stood squirming and dancing as I fished my keys out of my bag and unlocked the door. We went inside and Matty kicked his shoes off and dashed upstairs. We did the same and followed him up and as we got to the top of the stairs we saw him disappear into the bathroom. Alice and I went into my bedroom and stood waiting desperately for Matty to finish. When he did Alice asked if I wanted to go first and despite it being obvious she was more frantic than I was I accepted and went over to the bathroom. As I went in she followed me and watched as I pulled my knickers down and sat down on the toilet. I sighed happily as I released the pressure growing on my bladder and let a loud stream splash into the toilet. Immediately Alice stuck her hand up her dress and held her pussy and moaned. She started pee dancing like crazy and told me that watching me pee was torture. By the time I finished peeing she had started leaking and had pulled her dress out of the way and I could clearly see the wet patch growing on her blue knickers. I took my time finishing and when I stood up and pulled my knickers back into place she quickly dashed over, yanked her knickers down and let out a huge sigh as she relaxed and emptied her bladder. I just stood listening to her strong stream and sighs of relief and found myself getting very turned on. I stood at the sink washing my hands and when she finished she came over and washed her hands. I was about to walk out of the bathroom when she grabbed my arm and said “i bet you enjoyed watching me like that didn’t you”. I looked at her sheepishly and she moved closer to me and said “don’t be sheepish, I am glad you enjoyed it, I wanted you to enjoy it”. I smiled at her and she leaned in and whispered “why do you think I didn’t pee before we left earlier….why do you think I said we wouldn’t wait in line at the church….why do you think I let you go first”. My mind raced as these thoughts processed. She pulled back and looked at me with a cheeky smile and said “its because I know you like seeing me in that state, and I like that you enjoy it, did you enjoy it??”. I nodded and said I enjoyed it very much. She smiled and asked “can I see how much you enjoyed it?”. Before I could say anything her hand ran up my skirt and made contact with my knickers. She pushed her finger against my pussy and felt the wetness there caused by her sexy desperation. She smirked when she felt it and whispered “my you really did it enjoy it”. She pulled her hand from under my skirt and kissed me on the cheek before leaving the bathroom and leaving me standing there unable to comprehend what had just happened.
  3. Hey folks, I have a few stories that I want to post but due to family problems and then having Christmas to sort out I have been really busy. Now however I hope to get back into writing as I enjoy it and haven’t had chance to do much recently. I will start out by posting this story of superb desperation that I witnessed on New Years. As I said above we had some family problems during december. Earlier in 2016 my father in law had an operation and was in hospital for a while and he came home Mid November and seemed fine however about three weeks ago he started falling really ill which was a worry for us. Then unfortunately over Christmas he took a turn for the worse and was rushed into hospital and it didn’t look good. Thankfully after a few days of being in critical condition he pulled through and is now on the mend. Obviously that situation of not knowing if he would be alive come the new year was hard for us so when he started getting better it was a big relief. That being said we were emotionally and physically tired from dealing with that and having being really busy Christmas day and Boxing day. We therefore decided that on New Year's eve we were just going to stay at home and chill out. We usually go to work at our pub as New Year’s is busy and we enjoy celebrating with our regulars, friends and family. We made sure the pub had plenty of cover and said that if they needed help they could call us. We asked our friends if they wanted to come over and we would hang out, watch tv, play some games and just have a fun night together. On New Year’s during the afternoon we went over to the hospital to visit my father in law and on the way back we called at the supermarket and picked up some drinks and snacks for that evening. We then called in to see my mum on the way home and she told us that she and my Aunt Jane had tickets to a party being held at the hotel located between our town and the next town over. I have an agreement with my mum that if she goes out in the evening either myself, my sister or Matty will come and pick her up. That way she doesn’t have to get a taxi and I know she gets home safe. I told her that we were not going out so I would come and pick her up. She said she would be fine and would get a taxi so I could have a drink but I reminded her that at the moment I am taking medication and I am not allowed to drink so after a few back and forths and me telling her I would taking my friends home anyway she agreed to call me when the party was over and I would go and pick them up. After that we went and picked up our friends and went home. We had a really good night playing games and ringing the new year in and after midnight and watching the fireworks in London we finished of the game we were playing and flopped on the sofa’s in the living room and listened to music and reminisced about memories from the past year. My mum had told me it could be 3 o’clock before she rang which I said was fine and my friends were fine with going home when I went for my mum. About half past 2 my mum called me and said that the party was winding down so they were ready to be picked up whenever. I told my friends to get ready and went to get my coat. As I stood putting my shoes on I realised I needed to pee but decided to wait and have some holding fun. When my friends were ready we went and got in my car and I drove them home. It took about 10 minutes to get them home due to the complete lack of other cars on the roads and after I dropped them off I set off to get my mum and Aunt Jane. As I got near the hotel I called my mum to say I was almost there and she said they were sat in the hotel lobby. When I arrived I parked up and went inside and found them sitting on a sofa by reception. When they saw me they got up and came over to me. It was obvious they had had a few drinks but thankfully they were only a little drunk. My mum came over to me and pointed to a woman who had been sat with them and asked if I was able to give her lift home as well. I asked where she lived then realised it wouldn’t have mattered, I would have given her a lift wherever she lived. My mum told me where she lived and I realised that although it was going out of my way I could do a big loop back to our town to drop everybody off. My mum shouted the woman and we all went and got in my car. My mum sat in the front seat and my aunt Jane and the woman who I found out worked with my mum and was called Susan sat in the back. We set off towards Susan’s house and I enjoyed listening to them talking about their evening and their happy spirit. It took about 15 minutes to get to near where Susan lived and a few minutes for her to direct me to her street and house. We pulled up outside and she thanked me and got out and my mum said that Susan had something for her and would be right back. She got out too and I watched them walk up the path and go into the house. I text Matty to let him know I would be longer than expected and that he didn’t need to wait up. I sat for a few minutes listening to Jane quietly sing along to the radio before saying “do you think your mum has decided to sleep over”. I laughed and said “yeah maybe, she might have moved in”. Jane laughed and went back to singing. A couple of minutes passed and she suddenly said “I hope your mum isn’t much longer I could really do with a wee”. I looked round at her and noticed that she was fidgeting slightly and bouncing her legs. I also noticed that I too was getting desperate. It had been a while since I left home and decided not to pee. I shifted in my seat and waited for mum. She finally came out of the house and got back in the car. As she did Jane leaned forward and said “bloody hell Vee (that’s what she calls my mum) we thought you were never coming back”. My mum laughed and said she was looking at something and started telling us about it as we set off towards home. We were driving for about 15 minutes or so and just as we were coming down the main road into our town my mum said that Jane was coming back to her house so I didn’t need to go to Jane’s first. I acknowledged her and before I could say anything Jane spoke up and said “yeah and can you be quick about it, I’m busting for a pee back here”. My mum laughed and Jane said “it's not funny, I feel like i'm about to wee myself and it's your fault for taking so long at Susan’s”. My mum just sat laughing and told her she would be fine. Five minutes later we rolled up outside my mum’s house and we all jumped out. Jane dashed up the driveway and when she reached the front door she looked round and found my mum in the boot of my car getting the things she had picked up from Susan. Jane shouted down at us to hurry up and open the door and stood dancing and squirming on the doorstep as we walked up. We got to the door and my mum gave Jane the bags she was carrying so she could get out her house keys. When she fished them out she opened the door and we went went inside. Jane dropped the bags on the floor and leaned down to unstrap her heels, all the while wiggling in desperation. As she undid the straps on her shoes my mum kicked off her heels and headed off upstairs. Jane asked where she was going and she said she was going to pee. Jane protested saying she was bursting and my mum told her she should have worn easier shoes to take off and continued upstairs and into the bathroom. Jane finally removed her heels and walked into the kitchen with the bags and I followed. She put the bags on the kitchen counter and immediately crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch. She danced around the kitchen moaning and gasping as she desperately waited. After a minute of this she pulled up her top and opened the button on her tight jeans obviously to relieve a little pressure and resumed her leg crossing and bobbing. I watched this show for a couple of minutes before she walked to the bottom of the stairs and shouted upstairs “hurry up vee i'm starting to wet myself”. She came back into the kitchen and leaned against the counter and wrapped her legs around each other and crossed them tight. She starting making loud gasps and chanting that she needed a wee. This lasted for about 30 seconds before she suddenly looked down and said “oh god I can’t hold it”. Had she been wearing light jeans I’m sure I would have seen a wet patch appearing but as they were dark you couldn’t see anything. She bounced on her feet for a few moments doing that quick breath intake that frantic people do when about to pee themselves and suddenly looked at me and said “oh god it's no good”. She dashed across the kitchen and opened the cupboard and pulled out the mop and bucket. She quickly removed the mop and then pulled down the zip on her jeans and whilst hopping from foot to foot she pulled them down revealing a white lace thong and then quickly pulled the thong down. The instant she pulled it down she started peeing and quickly squatted over the bucket and pee’d a long hard stream into the bucket. As the bucket was plastic the sound of the pee hitting was super loud but not as loud as her relieved sigh. She continued peeing for what seemed liked ages and eventually the stream died down and she sighed happily as the last few drops dripped into the bucket. She wiggled gently then stood up and pulled her knickers and jeans back up. She looked at me and apologised but she was about to explode. I just nodded and said it was fine. She picked up the bucket and went to the back door and poured it down the drain. She came back in and rinsed the bucket under the tap and as she did my mum came into the kitchen and Jane said “I had to use my bucket”. I wondered why she said “my” bucket and when my mum saw me looking puzzled she laughed and said “it's “her” bucket because that isn’t the first time she has used it in a desperate situation”. Jane laughed and patted the bucket and said “aye, she has helped me out a few times”. She walked over and put the bucket back in the cupboard and set about making drinks. I said my goodbyes and went out to my car. As I drove home I had to hold myself as watching Jane had made me super desperate to pee and I was almost leaking. When I got home I dashed inside and stripped out of my leggings and enjoyed a nice long pee through my tight pink knickers. I went to my room and found Matty in bed watching TV. I got in and snuggled up to him pressing my soaking wet knickers against his leg. When he felt them he smiled and we then enjoyed a lovely start to the new year.
  4. Hi all, here is a little story based on a massive fantasy of mine. Attached is a picture of the girl in the story (completely fictional). I hope this is allowed (the picture I mean). Hellen Schweiss was 23 years old and from Bavaria, Germany. She was an attractive young lady, with medium length golden brown hair and a what her friends called, pretty face, with her little nose and alluring blue eyes. She was slim, just below average height and had quite small breasts but a large, rounded bottom. She had just finished university in Munich and had been persuaded by her friend Annika to travel with her to a language school in England on the south east coast for a month. They were to practise their English but also have a little bit of a holiday too. The plan was for them to have classes in the mornings with other students but in the afternoons and evenings to do some activities arranged for them by the school. This included visiting London which had sold the idea to Hellen. She had been once before in her teens and had always wanted to go back. It was at the end of their first week that the girls were to visit London. They had to be up early to get their coach to the city. Hellen had her morning pee and showered and got dressed. She put on a white cotton thong with matching bra, tight fitting blue denims and a casual white shirt. Leaving, she slipped on her black ballet flats and headed for the coach. When they got to London, they had a short tour with a guide from the school around the main sights. Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace; that sort of thing. Towards the end of the tour, Hellen started to notice a slight need to relieve herself. She'd finished her bottle of water and needed to pee. It wasn't massively urgent but she could have definitely done with a toilet. Eventually the tour was over and Hellen went to do some shopping with Annika. She'd now started to need to poo as well and so asked Annika if they could go to a traditional pub for some lunch and a drink. She knew there'd be toilets in the pub. Annika agreed and they found a nice, quintesential English pub around the corner from where they were to meet to go back to the coach for the journey home. Annika offered to buy the first drink and suggested they both have pints of beer as they were in England and so should do something traditional. Hellen agreed before dissapearing to find herself a toilet. There was no queue and Hellen went in to the nearest cubicle. She lowered her tight blue denims and white cotton thong and hovered her round bottom over the bowl to relieve her bladder. When she was finished, she reached behind her to spread apart her soft bum cheeks and squeezed out two large turds from her tight anus. They splashed into the bowl below and Hellen hoped nobody had heard. She was quite shy when it came to pooping. She took some paper and wiped her vagina and gently rubbed in the crack of her bum and over her tight little pucker and dropped the paper down into the bowl before pulling up her thong and denims, flushing the toilet and going to wash her hands. She then went to rejoin Annika. Annika had dutifully bought her friend a pint of beer and they sat together chatting and thinking about what to have from the bar menu for lunch. After about 45 minutes they'd both finished their pints and were ready to eat. Hellen said she would treat Annika to this and went to the bar to place their order and get them two more pints of beer. After all, they were German and Germans like beer! Theye were about halfway through these when their food arrived. They finished their pints with the food and Hellen was then bought a third pint by Annika as a thank you for lunch. Annika excused herself to the toilet and Hellen followed upon her return. The beer had started reaching the girls bladders. They finished their third pint and decided that that was enough beer before the journey home. Annika went to do some last minute shopping and Hellen went to a bookshop she'd seen on the tour. They agreed to meet back at the coach at four thirty. When Hellen got to the coach, she was running late and noticed Annika just coming out of the public toilets just down the road from the coach. Hellen considered going too but their guide was telling them that they were ready to leave. She boarded the coach and took her seat. An hour into the journey and not visiting the toilet before getting on the coach was proving to be a big mistake. Hellen knew there was no toilet on the coach and they didn't stop on the two hour journey to London so they probably wouldn't stop on the way back either. Up to this point, Hellen had been chatting with Annika and their guide, but now she'd gone quiet; focussed on her need to pee. To make matters worse for poor Hellen, beer was still reaching her bladder. She'd had all of the third pint Annika had bought for her after having relieved her bladder after the first two pints and some of the beer from the second pint had probably made it's way to her bladder now too, not having got to her bladder by the time she went to the toilet earlier. The traffic wasn't great either. At this rate, it would be more like three hours before they were back. Hellen got a little worried. She really needed to pee already. In two hours her need would be almost uncontainable. She consoled herself with the vain hope that they might actually stop somewhere on the way back. She edged ever so slightly forward in her seat, her seatbelt now unbuckled, she cared about nothing now other than getting to a toilet. Her bladder was truly bursting. It was taking all her concentration to hold on and to make things worse still, yet more beer had reached her already overstretched and bursting bladder. Her abdomen had distended to accommodate her swollen bladder and was rock solid from the pressure inside of her. She had never been in such a state before. She was absolutely dying on that coach. So embarrassed by her predicament yet unable to say anything. She clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, her tight pucker between her soft cheeks now permanently locked shut. To add to her woe, the beer, the horrible, horrible, gassy beer, had made her need to fart too. So on top of her ceaselessly pulsing, throbbing and aching bladder, begging for relief from the torment with which it was having to deal, she was now holding a build up of gas in her bowels and rectum. Her belly would rumble occasionally as she resisted another urge to relax her clenched sphincter and tight anus to ease out what would have been an enormously relieving fart. But she knew better, her anxious expression betraying the torment and pure, horrid desperation she was battling. If only she didn't have to fart to, she may have just about been able to contain the enormous pressure in her bladder but her bloated belly and swollen bladder in combination proved nothing less than torturous. Her toes curled up in her ballet flats as she shifted position for the umpteenth time, desperate to find something to help her wait. She wished she could hold herself between her legs and clasp shut her urethra but the embarrassment was already so great that she couldn't bare the thought of anyone seeing her holding herself like a little girl. The effort was making her hot and clammy. Her intimate parts were moist, including the cleft between her soft white cheeks, her anus still tightly closed against the horrible, ghastly build up of gas in her bowels. She could feel herself waning in her epic struggle. If they didn't arrive soon she would burst. She had been concerned for a little while already that she may do herself some damage, such was the pressure in her bladder. She was so utterly desperate, so completely bursting for relief and wishing for nothing more than to be able to just sit on a toilet and relax her bladder and all of the muscles working overtime to help her wait, to contain the pulsing urge burning inside of her. If there was but one good thing at this point, it was that the traffic had cleared and they had been travelling at a good speed on the motorway for some time now and they were nearing the turn off for the town where the school was. Hellen looked out of the window and recognised where they were. It would be no more than ten minutes until her stop. She prayed she could last that long. Here toes were now dancing in her flats, constantly moving around, her left leg ever so slightly bobbing up and down. All natural reactions to her predicament. The feeling inside of her was like nothing imaginable and the embarrassment was indescribable. She was mortified to be in this situation. She would have cried if it wouldn't have attracted attention. As is she let out a little whimper as she changed position again, putting her weight this time onto her right buttock and crossing her left leg over her right. The effort of doing this caused a couple of droplets of urine to squeeze themselves out of her urethra and ever so slightly dampen the front of her thong. She was doing everything she could to disguise and hide her incredible desperation, for she could think of few things worse than anyone else knowing of her agonising situation. Her abdomen was now incredibly distended, pressing hard against her jeans and belt. Oh how poor Hellen wished she could unbuckle her belt and unbutton her jeans for that would have at least provided some respite from her agony, but it was too obvious a move; she would've been found out immediately and she couldn't deal with other people knowing how desperate she was, that was just an embarrassment too far. But her efforts to hold on had become increasingly more difficult to disguise. She was fortunate at least that she had no one sitting next to her. And it did seem that no one had noticed her efforts to contain her bladder. She was sat by the window and was thus hidden from view from most of the other passengers. She looked out of the window and grimmaced as she gently altered her position ever so slightly and took the opportunity to rock slightly back and forth in her seat a few times in an effort to help her wait. The coach was nearing its first stop and over the microphone came the horrible announcement that Hellen's stop would only be the second. She would have to wait as students got off before her and were free to head to their host family's and awaiting toilets to relieve their bladders if they so required, but Hellen knew that absolutley none of them could be even close to her level of need. The coach slowed and eventually stopped at the first stop. The rocking of the coach as it stopped caused Hellen to whimper as she hunched forward, a wave of increased desperation having come over her. She prayed that the other people getting off at the first stop would be quick, but to her horror, a guy stopped to talk to someone at the front of the coach. Bastard!! Bastard!!! BASTARD!!!!!! The added wait and resulting increased agony caused Hellen to let out another dribble into her thong. She clenched everything to stop the dribble becoming a spurt and then the spurt a full on gush and then the gush into a complete wetting. And that wasn't even considering her terrible need to fart too that had now come back to make itself known. She knew that if she were to lose complete control, she'd not only wet herself but also let out probably several farts, alerting everyone to the fact that a 23 year old girl was not just wetting herself but also farting uncontrollably as well. That simply wasn't going to happen. Then, when Hellen had got her terrible, agonising need under control again, a girl from the back of the coach shouted at the guy to hurry up and get off the coach. Hellen obviously wasn't the only one on that coach who needed the toilet. But she knew also that absolutely no one could even be half as desperate as she was, trying as she was to hold her poor overfull, stretched and bursting, throbbing and now constantly pulsing, begging and pleading bladder full of all that damn gassy beer. But the coach was at least now moving again. Hellen changed position and shifted her weight back onto both her cheeks. The change of position wasn't easy and another few droplets of hot urine escaped into her croth to further dampen the front of her thong. And to make her discomfort worse, her thong had now effectively wedgied her more so than normal. It had ridden up between her buttocks and as Hellen changed position and rocked slightly in her seat to try to help her wait, she could feel the fabric rub against the sides of both her cheeks and tight, firmly clenched shut anus. Her sphincter really had been working overtime to help her wait. She wasn't sure how much longer she could do this, but she had come this far, she thought, she wasn't going to give in now. Otherwise all the agony and torturous holding would've been for nothing. The coach rounded a corner and Hellen's stop was in sight. She started hurriedly readying her things. Every movement was hellish. Her bladder was so full that her abdomen was rock solid, her kidneys were now constantly aching and her belly was bulging out. She would have to undo her belt and unfasten the button on her jeans when she got off the coach. Her jeans normally had a little extra room around her waste but now they were tight up against her abdomen, pushing against her poor bladder and making the pressure more intense. As the coach slowed to a halt at Hellen's stop, several other people got up infront of her who also wanted to get off at this stop. Hellen went to rise carefully from her seat but was halted in a moment of sheer terror when, as she rose from her seat, where she had been sitting for so long in silent agony, a fart escaped her rectum. As it did so, Hellen shuddered with the effort of trying to supress it and a look of horror was momentarily cast across her face. She prayed nobody heard it, for it escaped out of her anus with a tight squeeky sound that was definitely audible. If Hellen could hear it then others could too. But the noise of chatter on the coach drowned it out sufficiently that Hellen didn't think anyone else had heard her moment of unladylikeness. Hellen was quite shy about her bodily functions. It was why she'd suffered in agonising silence for so long. She didn't want anyone to know of her predicament and awful awful desperation. She didn't talk about peeing or farting and pooping. It embarrassed her. She knew it was a little silly, but that was just how she was. Hellen, having regained her composure after a little moment of panic following her small fart, was now faced with having to wait for others infront of her to get their bags and coats from the overhead compartments. She grimmaced slightly as she waited in the aisle, praying that they wouldn't take too long. She bent down slightly out of sheer desperation and let out a little whimper and gasp of despair before she was finally able to start moving down the aisle towards the door and finally freedom from the confines of this horrible coach, the scene of her torture and pain for the last couple of hours. Stepping off the coach was a challenge in itself. She was so full now that every step was hell and as she came down off the coach from the last step a little to hard she had to struggle to hold it all in as she hurriedly jostled past the others who had got off before her. She started mincing towards where she was staying before Annika, her friend, called after her. She pretended not to hear. But Annika called again. This time Hellen couldn't ignore her. "What are you doing later"? enquired Annika. Hellen turned and replied in a strained tone. "I'll text you". She then turned back and started towards her apartment where she was staying. She knew that Annika now probably thought that something was wrong but she was a good friend and said nothing off it, no doubt aware that her friend was in desperate need of a toilet. Hellen could live with Annika being aware she needed to pee but she hoped she didn't know of the urgent desire she was battling to relieve herself of a lot of pent up gas and wind in her bowels. Annika wasn't sitting far from Hellen on the coach so it was possible that she heard her fart but was just too polite to say anything. But all of this didn't occupy Hellen's thoughts for long. She rounded a corner and was now out of sight of the others from the coach and couldn't see anyone else in the street so took the opportunity to unfasten her belt and undo the top button on her tight jeans. This provided a tiny amount of relief. Hellen continued up the road towards where she was staying. The school had given her a small apartment not far from the school itself. This was normally a good thing; very convenient, but now the problem Hellen faced was that her apartment was on the second floor so she would have to climb two flights of stairs with her bladder as close to exploding as it could possibly get. As she walked further up the road, she cupped her abdomen in her left hand and could now feel how distended it was; how full and bloated she had become. It was like a bowling ball in her belly. She looked pregnant. This was awful. Her kidneys now didn't just ache, they hurt and she was now really worried she may do herself some damage if she couldn't get relief soon. She approached her apartment and hastily dug her keys out of her pocket and went to the front door. The building was an old Victorian town house that had been converted into apartments sometime in the 70's. She quickly put the key in the lock, doing the pee pee dance as she turned it to open the door and hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She made her way tentatively up the stairs as a spurt of hot pee escaped her. She bent over double, about half way up the stairs now and jammed a hand between her legs as she regained control. There was now a visible wet patch between her legs. She'd technically wet herself. This was awful. Just awful! She got to the door of her apartment, now flushed and red in the face with the effort and embarrassment. She opened the door as quickly as she could, threw her bag down on the floor and groaned with discomfort and pain as she went, bent double now, towards the toilet. She didn't even bother closing the door to the bathroom behind her. No time for that. She flung the toilet seat up and hastily tugged her tight jeans down and then her thong. It was a relief to finally have that thing out from between her cheeks but Hellen's real relief was yet to come. She flung herself down onto the bowl, breathing heavily with the exertion of having held on so long, of having battled against nature and her bursting, aching and swollen bladder and tried to relax. This was easier said than done such was her desperation. Her body had got used to holding it all in. But after a couple of seconds a trickle of pee came out of her urethra, followed by a very tight squeeky fart and she sighed quietly as the trickle turned into a gush and then a torrent of pee started pouring forcefully into the bowl beneath her. Oh at last, the blissful sweet relief at last she thought to herself. And then several more farts released themselves from the confines of her rectum and escaped out of her anus. They came out in short bursts of wind and were heavenly to release. The pee flowed and flowed and flowed out of her and only became a trickle once more after well over a minute and then the trickle itself lasted for nearly a minute too. She then squeezed out several more quite forceful jets from within her and a final thunderous fart before taking some toilet paper to wipe herself after she was finally done. She cleaned her vagina and also her anus, wiping gently between her buttocks, for after the strain of holding for so long, her intimate parts had become moist and clammy. Finally done, she flushed the toilet and removed her jeans and thong and tossed them into the wash. She also took off her top and bra before walking naked to the bedroom to collect her towel to have a nice long shower and try to put all this horrible ordeal behind her.
  5. In the stories, I post here and whilst on the discord chat I mention Alice who is mine and Matty’s girlfriend. She is also our submissive and gives Matty and I complete control of her. I get asked a lot of questions about her and I figured I would share a few tales of her fall into the rabbit hole and how she gained a love of omorashi. I will start with the first time I ever saw her truly desperate and fell in love with seeing her in a desperate state. Her and Matty have known each other since they were children as their parents were family friends. Then when they were about 11 years old her Mum got in a relationship with one of Matty’s uncles and eventually they got married so they became cousins. When I got together with Matty I met her a few times. Mostly at family gatherings and parties and got on really well with her. Then a couple of years ago, just after we moved to our new house we were at a family party and when we and our friends left to go back to our house she tagged along and spent the evening with us. She then sort of molded into our friend group and her and her and I started hanging out all the time and became best friends. This story takes place one weekend in early 2015. Matty was going away for the weekend and I had no plans so I asked Alice if she wanted to hang out. She said she would love to so after Matty left I went and picked her up and we went out shopping. We talked about what we were going to do and she said that her and her parents had been invited to an open house party for somebody's birthday and said we could go there if we wanted something to do. I decided it sounded fun so she rang her parents and said we would be going. She said she would have to go home and get something to wear but I told her she could raid my wardrobe. After we finished shopping we went back to my house and spent the afternoon chilling out. When it came time I went and showered and as I sat drying she came in and I told her to pick an outfit from my cupboard then she could go and shower. She went into the cupboard and I heard her looking through the clothes hanging there and her comments of “oooo I like this” or “this is nice”. After a few minutes she said “am I okay to wear this”. I looked around and saw she was holding my one piece, baby blue, romper shorts suit. She held it up to herself and I nodded and said she could wear whatever she wanted and added she would look super cute wearing that. She went off to shower and I finished drying off and got dressed. I chose a red top and a floaty white short skirt. As I was getting dressed she came back and after drying asked if she could borrow some knickers and I pointed out my underwear drawer and she rooted through and pulled out a pair of light blue knickers that matched the color of the romper suit. She slipped them on and I asked if she wanted the matching bra. She thought for a moment then said she was okay and didn’t need one. I made the mock “oooo naughty” and she laughed and said she preferred not wearing one. She slipped on the romper suit and I helped her zip up at the back and when she asked how she looked I told her the truth and told her she looked stunning. The suit showed off her sexy curves and made her beautiful orange hair look even more stunningly orange in contrast with the pale blue. I also noticed that her lack of bra meant her nipples were poking against the material and were fully on show. I couldn’t help staring at them thinking how sexy her boobs looked wrapped in the thin blue fabric. Then she turned round and almost floored me when I saw how nice the shorts made her butt look. We finished getting ready and then we called a taxi and headed off to the party. The party was pretty fun and we spent the evening chatting and enjoying the festivities. When her parents left the party Alice said she was staying and I said she could stay at mine that night to save her having to worry about what time she was getting home to her parents. We stayed a couple more hours than as people started leaving and the party was dying down we decided to head home. I looked at the time and saw it was half past 12 and when I rang for a taxi they said it would be about 20 minutes which I figured as it was Saturday and they would be busy. We got another drink and sat waiting for our taxi to come. A couple who were at the party said they were going to ring for a taxi and I said if they wanted they could share ours as we were heading in the same general direction. I got a text about 20 minutes later saying our taxi was on the way. I went to find the couple to let them know and after I found them I visited the bathroom as I needed to pee and given how much I had been drinking I knew I would get desperate pretty quickly and figured I might as well empty my bladder and let it fill again rather than skipping it and ending up super desperate. After I peed I went back to Alice and told her the taxi was on the way and she said okay and went off out of the living room and I assumed she had gone to the bathroom. I would soon find out however that she hadn’t. She came back a few minutes later and just as she did my phone rang and the driver said he was outside. We grabbed the couple who was coming with us and went and got in the taxi. I explained to the driver we were going to the first address and would then be going to the address on his computer. He said that was fine and we headed off. As we drove along we chatted with the couple and because I had sat on the seat facing the back window I was facing the other three and from my position I couldn’t help but notice Alice jiggling her legs up and down. I didn’t think anything of it as I assumed she had used the bathroom just before we left and just thought she was like me and her legs were a bit chilly. It took about 10 minutes to get across town to where the couple were going. As we pulled onto their road the guy pulled out his wallet but before he could open it I told him not to worry as the taxi fare would go onto the account we had with the taxi company. After a back and forth between us he eventually gave up trying to give me money, thanked us and they got out. The driver clarified our drop off point and set off when I said it was right. I moved across to the spare seat next to Alice and when I looked round her leg bouncing had gotten a lot more intense and before I could say anything she let out a low moan and whispered “ohhh I really need a wee”. My eyes widened and I said I thought she had been just before we left. She shook her head and said “No, I went to say goodbye to the host’s, although I probably should have peed because now I am really desperate and in danger of wetting myself”. Those words hit me and I became awash with arousal. I looked down at her legs which were shaking and bouncing and she was rocking back and forth. I asked if she would be okay and she nodded and said “yeah, as long as we get to yours quickly I will be fine”. It only took about 6-7 minutes to get to our drop off but those 7 minutes were spent listening to her moan and gasp and watching her bounce and squirm. When we pulled up we jumped out and I paid the driver and then we set off walking up the back road towards my front gate. As we were walking she kept stopping and crossing her legs and each time she did I felt my pussy throb with arousal. We got to my gate and set off up the drive. I noticed my sisters car wasn’t there and realised I didn’t have any keys to get in having agreed with my sister that she could let us in. I told this to Alice and she looked at me in despair and asked where she was. We reached the front door and I rang Casey and she said she had just called at the takeaway and would be home in about 5 minutes. I put the phone down and told Alice who moaned and jammed her hand in her crotch and started pee dancing. I was mesmerized watching her. Knowing she was almost peeing herself turned me on but the fact she was wearing my knickers and my romper suit, which had been soaked in pee many times before, was only adding to my arousal. She kept moaning about how close she was to bursting and I suggested that she squat and pee by the drain. She shook her head and said to do that she would have to take off the suit and she didn’t have a bra on and didn’t want to reveal herself and then get caught mid pee by my sister and her boyfriend. She continued dancing and squeezing her legs and each time she moved her hand from her crotch I noticed that she had pulled the suit tight into her pussy to help hold and ease the pressure and it had given her a sexy cameltoe. I could only stare with the knowledge that beneath just two thin pieces of fabric was her desperate pussy only just managing to hold back an ocean of pee. I was brought back to reality by her suddenly gasping and a chorus of “no no no”. I asked if she was okay and she laughed and said “Casey better hurry up, i almost lost it then”. The next few minutes she paced around the door step moaning about how badly she needed to pee and close she was to weeing herself. All I could do was stand there getting insanely turned on. The feeling of my pussy soaking through my knickers was driving me crazy. I thought it couldn’t get better then suddenly she stopped pacing and said “oh god”. I asked what was wrong and when she moved her hand away I saw a wet patch on the crotch of the shorts. She jammed her hand back against her pussy and moaned “oh god where is she, I’m gonna explode”. She leaked a few more times and the wet patch slowly got bigger. I couldn’t believe it, a gorgeous redhead frantically trying not to have an accident and slowly failing. I thought i was dreaming. Eventually we were thrown into light by Casey’s headlights and she pulled up to the garage. She got out of the car and went to say something but Alice shouted over her “hurry up Case, i’m practically wetting myself”. Casey laughed and came over and unlocked the door. As soon as the door opened Alice jumped over the doorway and kicked her shoes off. She stood at the bottom of the stairs for a moment holding herself tight before dashing up the stairs. I kicked off my own shoes and was about to head into the kitchen when Alice shouted my name followed by come here quick. I wondered what was up so I went upstairs and found her standing in the bathroom door. I noticed streaks of pee slowly running down her legs and at first I thought she had lost control and had had an accident. Then I noticed she was still holding herself and dancing in desperation. I asked what was wrong and she said in a panicky voice “I can’t reach the zip on the back to take it off, please do it and be quick I can’t hold it”. I realised she had almost reached relief but then found an obstacle and the streaks on her legs were from spurts and leaks as she tried to hold on. My horny side wanted to leave her zipped up and watch her struggle and have her beg me to release her but I didn’t want to be that cruel, especially as she wasn’t into being made to hold it. I quickly undid the zip and she frantically peeled off the suit and pulled it down and started peeing just as she reached the toilet. A forceful stream cascaded into the toilet and she let out a long low sigh of pleasure. She peed for a long time before eventually her bladder emptied and the stream died down. She sat for a moment sighing contentedly before kicking off the suit and asking if she could have some pyjamas. I went and got her some of my pyjamas and she slipped them on whilst I peed and then I went and got changed into some pyjamas and we went and sat downstairs and helped my sister and her bf eat their take away. After they finished eating they got themselves a drink and headed off to bed leaving me and Alice chatting downstairs whilst we each drank a cup of tea. As always when I have been drinking my bladder was filling up pretty quickly and I was enjoying the feelings, especially since I was already super turned on. I wanted to keep holding it and enjoy being super desperate. We sat talking and drinking our tea and my bladder continued to fill really quick and soon I was sat there busting for a pee. I noticed Alice was sat squirming slightly and loved the thought of her bladder filling up quickly like mine. She finished her cuppa and after a few minutes she put the cup down and said “its no good, I’m gonna have to have a wee, don’t want to end up like before”. We both laughed and she stood up. As she was walking to the door I told her I was going to go watch TV in bed and if she wanted she could join me. She thought for a moment, all the while subtly pee dancing, and said she would go to bed. She left the room and I tidied the cups away and went upstairs and checked the spare room was in order. When she finished in the bathroom she came in and I bid her goodnight and left her to it. Now that I was alone all I could think about was my rapidly filling bladder and my pussy dripping with arousal. I went to my room and grabbed the pint glass that was on my table and went and filled it up in the en-suite and went back to my bed. I slowly drank the water whilst enjoying the feeling of my bladder swelling. Once I finished it I put the glass and laid back. I slipped my pyjamas off and started to tease my aching pussy. After about five minutes I was absolutely bursting for a wee and having to really hold back. I replayed the images of Alice dancing in desperation and as I felt my own desperation imagining that is what she must have been feeling. I laid there squirming for about ten minutes until I was only just managing to keep holding. I started edging my pussy and holding myself right on the edge of cumming. I started leaking pee over my fingers which only turned me even more. I pictured Alice slowly leaking into her shorts and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to cum. I let myself fall into an intense orgasm. As I came I started spurting uncontrollably and clamped my hand against my pee hole to stem the flow. Holding back so much liquid enhanced the pleasure and when it died down I laid for a moment enjoying the post orgasmic bliss. I felt my fingers getting wet and knew I was seconds from exploding so I quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed the glass bowl from under the bed and squatted over it and released my bursting bladder. Relief washed over me and I couldn’t help but rub my pussy as I peed. I quickly brought myself to another earth shattering orgasm and just sat there as my bladder emptied and I floated on the orgasmic high. When I finished and my bladder had emptied I picked up the bowl and went to empty it and then just flopped onto my bed and fell asleep. I woke up the following morning and laid for a few moments nursing a full bladder before going and peeing and then getting dressed. I went downstairs and and made myself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table watching TV. About 15 minutes later Alice came downstairs and wished me good morning and I told her to help herself to some breakfast if she wanted any. She got herself some coffee then sat at the table opposite me and watched the TV. She kept looking at me and looked like she was going to say something before turning back to the TV. Eventually she turned to me and said “can I ask you something?”. I looked up and nodded and she said “erm….I was just wondering, did you enjoy my desperate situation last night”. I looked at her unsure what to say. She knew about my omorashi fetish, it’s not something that I hide but I wasn’t sure what kind of response to give. I meekly smiled at her and said “honestly, I did, I can’t help it, sorry if that bothers you”. She laughed and said “oh it doesn’t bother me, can i tell you something”. I nodded and she continued “you see I know that you enjoy being desperate to pee and enjoy seeing others desperate to pee which is why last night I didn’t use the bathroom before we left the party”. I stared at her processing what she had just said. She smiled and said “I needed to pee but decided not to use the bathroom so I would end up being desperate to give you something to enjoy”. I looked at her puzzled and said “really?”. She giggled and said “yeah, it was something Matty mentioned a while back and I wondered if I got desperate if you would enjoy it”. I smiled and said “well to be perfectly honest I thoroughly enjoyed it, seeing you in that state was such a turn on. She nodded and said “I’m glad, knowing I might be turning you on was such a thrill”. I smiled and said “well you know as seen as we are being perfectly honest, it turned me on that much that when I went to bed I had such an amazing wank thinking about you being frantic for a pee. She blushed slightly and said “I hoped that's what you were doing, I was laid in bed last night playing with myself, hoping that you were in your bed getting off to me and that thought is what got me off”. I sat there, my mind racing at what she was telling me. Before I could say anything in response she finished her drink and stood up and as she walked over to put the cup in the sink she ran her hand up my arm and said “because you enjoyed it so much maybe I will do it again sometime”. My mind exploded and I hoped she seriously meant that.
  6. It's been a long time since I last posted, but I'll just blame work and life for that. Luckily for me and you all, work provided me with a desperation experience that was honestly mortifying when it happened but now turns me on the more I've thought back on it. The place I work only has two bathrooms, one male and one female, that are shared by employee and customer alike. So in the event the store is even slightly busy, the chances of having a bathroom to use when the urge arises is slim. That leads us to a day ago when, after working a good five hours before break, I was honestly bursting. I have the bad habit of letting my bladder fill up over the course of the day and find myself getting distracted by my work until the point I'm pee dancing and have a full bladder between my legs. So when I finally got away from my register and found the bathroom door locked, a hard spasm rocked my bladder and made my heart start beating super fast. I've never peed myself in public. At least not as an adult. And I wasn't exactly looking to make that happen. So I tell myself that it's only going to be a few minutes, I'll get into the bathroom, relieve my bladder, and that'll be that. That wasn't the case... Minutes tick by and my mystery occupant still hasn't emerged from the bathroom. I'm usually too shy to knock, but I do, and hear back, "Hold your horses. Just finishing up." I had to piss like a racehorse. I could tell. It's a frantic, panicky pulse surging up into my lower stomach and making my legs feel shaky. The toilet flushes and it happens. A hard spurt of pee bursts into my pants and I just stand there, blushing I'm sure, and look down to check the damage. Call it luck or fate or whatever, but my pants show little to no signs of what had happened. Apparently my boxers had taken the brunt of the damage and absorbed what they could before reaching my work pants. When the door finally opens, I politely slip around an elderly man that slowly makes his way out. My bladder sees the urinal and decides that the next few seconds it takes to undo my zipper is just too long to wait. I start peeing, another hard spurt followed by a weak dribble, my boxers feeling wet against my skin with each leak. By the time I get myself situated, the damage is done. A spot the size of a grapefruit is now on the right side of my crotch and a few errant streaks are gradually appearing beneath it. In the moment, I don't care. All I can think about is the relief. I'm peeing so hard against the porcelain that I'm getting some splash back, but it seemed insignificant compared to my other patch. When my bladder finally expels it's final drops, I feel physically drained. A knock at the door is what makes me panic: another customer. I have no choice but to wash my hands as obnoxiously as possible, literally splashing water on my pants and shirt as I emerge from the bathroom. My face is red. I know it is. "Hand dryers just don't work for me," I say. The guy who goes in after me seems to pay no mind to my predicament. The rest of the night is relatively uneventful. So there you have it: that's probably the closest I've come to wetting myself in public. I can't say that I enjoyed it in the moment, but I definitely find it hot to think about now that it's over.
  7. So as I mentioned in my last story, I have been into desperation for as long as I care to remember. Both male and female. I have not though witnessed very much in my life. Like all of us desperation fans I wish I could see more but it's obviously not something that happens a lot. True desperation to me is almost overwhelmingly exciting so when it does come around I consider myself very very lucky. My parter and I have been together for coming up to seven years. When I say she is beautiful I'm not saying it as she's beautiful to me, I mean she is beautiful to everyone. I am, and will always be baffled as to how I managed to snag such a beautiful, kind person. She has long brown hair and a body she has worked long and hard on. I won't waist your or my time describing her, my Jess looks and sounds exactly like you want her too but know this, she is shy and lovely and on this particular day she was wearing a red long sleeve top and jeans. We had been together for 6 years at the time and were well into planning our future. At this stage though we were having too much fun to rush into marriage and children and debt. I had come to know her family very well. I liked them more and more with every meeting. The only member that scared me though was Jess's sister Melanie. Mel, it would seem had had a pretty hard life. She'd had a baby to a loser at 16 and struggle to pay the rent when he disappeared leaving her to raise young Matt on her own. She did though and 14 years later met a man, Cameron who also had a teenage son, Chris who was 13. Anyway they decided to get married, so they did. They went on a honeymoon to Vietnam for a week and Jess and I (we had been living together for 3 weeks) looked after the young boys Matt and Chris. As a special bonus for Melanie and Cameron though we decided to take the boys on a holiday of their own the day Mel and Cam got back from their honeymoon. We took them to Queensland for a week, going to all the theme parks and spending much of our time on the beach. Matt and Chris were both really good kids and the fact that both Jess and I weren't their parents trying to boss them around made for a really good week away. I new Chris was infatuated with Jess but honestly I couldn't blame him. We spent our last morning in Queensland having breakfast in the hotel we'd stayed at for the week. We had already checked out of our rooms earlier on and were ready to go by 11am. Time to spare as our flight back to Melbourne was not until 1245. We all finished our breakfast and juices, Jess grabbed a take away coffee for herself and we headed to the hire car to drive to the air port. We piled in, luggage and all and drove the 15 or so mins to the air port. It should have been 15 or so minutes but it was not. It was hell from the get go. We didn't really know our way around Queensland and were kind of relying on the GPS to get us to where we needed to go. Jess had set it for the airport and we thought thats where it was taking us but soon realized that it was taking us to a hire car place around 20 mins out of our way. We drove there, realized what we'd done then headed back for the airport. It was now 1130 and Jess was getting pretty worried about making it to the airport on time. When we finally got the GPS to work it said we were 30 mins from the airport. Then it froze and no amount of technical tapping would get it to work again. We drove in the direction we thought was the right one and stopped at the nearest service stations we could to get directions. 'I might just stop into the loo while your getting directions' said Jess. 'Me too' said Matt 'Might as well too' said Chris. We all started to walk towards the service station when Jess’s phone rang. 'It's Mel' she said turning away and answering the phone. Mel was going to pick us up from the air port so it was a call that needed to be taken. Myself and the boys went to the toilet and then I spoke to the guy behind the counter who said that the easiest way was to jump on the freeway and follow the signs. I walked out of the service station just as Jess was hanging up the phone. 'The guy said take the free way. About 35 mins from here. I think we're going to miss our check in' The boys were waiting in the car and I jumped into the drivers seat and started the engine. I didn't mean to ignore the fact that Jess hadn't been to the bathroom at the service station but it just happened that way. She got into the passenger seat and buckled up and we were on our way. 'So we have to return the car and get the deposit back. I'll do that and you check in our luggage. Hopefully if all goes to plan we will still make the check in and have some time to sit back and relax' I looked over too her and smiled. She was ever the optimist. Kind hearted to a fault and always looking on the bright side. She grabbed her coffee from the cup holders and took a big drink. I caught her eye. 'What' she said 'Positive thinking. I've read the secret and I think their onto something' I smiled and shook my head. We were on the freeway and the signs were indeed pointing the way. It wasn't until we were about ten minutes away from the airport that something occurred to me. 'Oh god' I said 'Did you get a chance to go to the toilets back at the service station' She put her coffee back in the cup holders. I wondered how much was left in it but by the looks of it it was pretty close to empty. 'No, I was talking to Mel the whole time. It's fine. But I will go at the airport before we get on the plane' 'Sorry about that' I said 'I didn't even think' 'That fine, who can think when we're this pressed for time' 'Are we going to miss our plane' came Matts voice from the back. I looked at the time on the dashboard. Just on twelve. 'Possibly' I said looking over to Jess who raised her eyebrows. She picked up her coffee and appeared to finish it off. I got the feeling she was nervously drinking. She'd just polished off a large coffee in no time. 'We are going to be cutting it fine aren't we' asked Jess. 'The wrong side of fine I think, but we'll see. If all goes to plan we'll make it' We got to the airport at 1220. 25 mins to return the car, check in our luggage and make it to the gate. We pulled up to the hire car joint. 'Ok' I said to Jess 'You take care of the car, we'll meet you at the check in. Boys you're with me'. We grabbed the luggage and headed for the luggage check in. We found the check in isle and hopped in line. I was talking to Matt about how my old man probably had the same haircut as he did when he was younger, back when it was cool, when Jess came up behind us. 'All good?' I said 'All taken care of' she lent in close and whispered to me 'I need a wee' I looked at her and then to the line ahead. We were almost at the front. 'Can you hold it till the plane'. In hindsight I should have whispered it back. 'Hold what till the plane' asked Chris. 'Nothing honey' said Jess. She looked back to me and whispered into my ear once again 'If you see one let me know. That coffee moved really fast' she put her hand on her bladder as if to show me where it had moved too. I wasn't surprised. She'd had a coffee in the room before we left, a large freshly squeezed juice at breakfast and a large coffee to go as we were leaving for the air port. She was shifting her weight ever so slightly as we were called up to book in our luggage. As the lady handed us our tickets she said 'There you go guys, gate eleven but you'll really have to hurry. That flights almost finished boarding'. We headed for our gate as fast as we could. 'Looks like you'll have to wait till the plane' I said to her. She smiled and rolled her eyes and did a sort of curtsy as she walked. 'Are you ok auntie Jess?' said Chris. 'Fine, yeah' said Jess smiling and giving him a playful push forward. 'Lets hurry though' We made it to our gate and were quickly ushered on the plane and to our seats. It appeared we were the last to board. Jess, Matt and I were on the window, Matt taking the window seat and me taking the isle. Chris was on the isle in the center next to me. Almost as soon as we were sitting down the plane pulled away and began to taxi. I noticed Jess was bouncing ever so slightly in her seat. Barely noticeable to even myself. To anyone else nothing would have been a miss but as I've said before, I know her well. She does not bounce. She lent over to me and said 'I need a wee' again 'I know' I said back to her 'Sorry we were so rushed but we'll be in the air soon and you'll be able to go' That of course was a completely fitting thing to say. I knew she was pretty desperate, she wouldn't have said anything otherwise. In the 6 years I'd know her she'd only admitted to me that she needed the toilet on about 3 or 4 occasions. That being said it wasn't incredibly exciting because she was almost definitely ten minutes away from being able to pee. Ten minutes of desperation is great but nothing to right home about. The plane taxied for about 5 minutes and then sped up and left the ground. We were up in the air for about 10 mins, all the while Jess was watching the seatbelt sign feverishly but it was still illuminated. 'Not long now' I said to her giving her a playful shove. 'Better not be' she said Ten more minutes passed and still the fasten seat belts light was on. Jess had her legs crossed, something that definitely didn't seem all that natural. She did seem fairly composed though. Not bouncing of shifting her weight. Just crossing her legs. 'Any second now' I said. This time she didn't say anything but instead scrunch up her eyebrows and upturned her mouth, if you know what I mean. We had been on the plane for half an hour. Matt was happily watching a documentary about the JFK assassination, which I thought was cool but weird. Chris was leaning over towards me talking about wrestling or something and Jess was sitting beside me, legs still tightly crossed. 'Why aren't the lights off yet' she said to me, appearing to stretch. I knew though that it was something else. 'I don't know' I said honestly 'I haven't even seen a flight attendant since we sat down' She once again lent in close and whispered 'I really have to pee'. A moment later the captain made an announcement. 'Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This is your pilot speaking. Welcome to flight 567 from the Gold Coast to Melbourne. Apologies for the inconvenience but we are expecting some turbulence within the next half an hour or so. Due to this we have had to delay all mid flight catering until we are safely through the turbulence. The seatbelt signs will remain on and we ask that you keep your seat belt fasten and remain in your seats until the seatbelt sign is turned off. We are scheduled to land at Melbourne Airport at 1500 hours or 3pm where the weather is stormy with a high of 26 dropping down to 14 overnight. Sit back and enjoy our on flight entertainment and we will do our best to get some catering around to you just as soon as we can. On behalf of myself my co-pilot and the cabin crew, We hope you enjoy your flight' I was instantly taken back to our train trip from 5 years back. I looked over to Jess who despite the obvious bad news, seemed to be quite calm. 'Ehhhgg. The worlds against me being comfortable today' she said it to me but Chris on my right obviously heard. 'Are you ok auntie Jess. Do you still need to pee' 'I'm fine, just need to stretch my legs' she was blushing. I could tell that Chris wasn't convinced. I knew he had a big crush on Jess. She wasn’t a blood relation so I guess I couldn't blame him. I started to wonder if maybe Chris’s attraction to Jess transcended into my fetish. I don't know why I thought it but I did. I didn't have long to think about it as the promised turbulence hit. It didn't hit hard but it did hit. Once more I turned to Jess. 'How are you doing beautiful' I said putting my hand on her thigh. 'Fine' she said 'You know when you think your close to being able to go, makes you need to go a little worse. I'm fine now. Just looking forward to being able to stand' A while later and still the seat belt sign shine bright. Jess was moving around a little to my left. Both the kids had their earphones in and were happily watching the screens in the back of the seats. 'Are you desperate' I said, a little more confident than usual. 'Getting there' she said rubbing her hands together in her lap. Then she said it again with more emphasis 'Getting there fast' I didn't want to pass up this opportunity to talk about her need as I wasn't sure if I would ever see her in this situation again. She had mentioned her need around two hours ago. The fact that she mentioned it to me meant it was at least a pressing need, otherwise she'd have said nothing. An hour ago she had lent in and said 'I need a wee'. That was a bit different from saying ‘I might pop into the loo’. It meant that she was desperate. It meant that she had to physically hold on. That was an hour ago. That meant that she had been desperate to pee for at least an hour. I didn't know how to proceed so I just said 'Are you going to be ok' 'I will when they let us up' 'And what if they don't'. I wasn’t sure if I was pressing to hard but it turned out I wasn't. I also didn't really think they would keep us in our seats for the whole 2 hour flight. The though seemed absurd somehow. 'I don't even want to think about that' she whispered cutely 'Just gotta pee. They surely won't keep the sign on the whole way back will they. The turbulence isn't even that bad' She had crossed her legs once more and was definitely starting to look a little more desperate. I felt for her a bit. The toilet was only like twenty steps behind us. It must have been pretty frustrating knowing she was so close to relief, but like a school girl had been told to stay in her seat until the bell rang. 'I can't be the only one who needs to go. I may need to go the worst but surely there are others who were counting on going to the bathrooms on the plane'. 'You have to go the worst' I whispered back to her with concern. 'I'd hate to think that anyone might need to go more. Especially some nice old lady' I didn't want to push things any further. I now knew that she was desperate. Her words coupled with her minor fidgeting would no doubt make for an interesting couple of minutes I hoped. As I said, the turbulence really wasn't that bad. I was sure that any second they were going to switch of the seatbelt sign and Jess would finally be able to pee. But they didn't. No announcement, no flight attendance no nothing. Jess was not being overly open about her need but every now and then she would look at me with a look that simply said 'I have to pee'. Matt finished his movie and took out his earplugs. Jess did her best to stop her fidgeting as we began to talk about the fun we'd had on our holiday. Jess though was definitely finding it hard to join in on the conversation. 'Are you ok, is something wrong' asked Matt giving Jess a strange look 'She has to pee' said Chris from beside me 'But they won't let us get up' I hadn't even noticed he wasn't watching his movie anymore. 'Why don't you just go anyway' The question hung in the air but that's all it did. I changed the subject as quick as I could. I knew Jess would be very uncomfortable with the current conversation. 'So what did your sister have to say' 'Oh yeah. She didn't know where she was going to pick us up from. I have to call her when we get off the plane. She said she would work something out' For the next half an hour Jess fidgeted and moved fairly regularly. Every now and then saying 'come on' to the seatbelt sign. The turbulence was fairly bad but I didn't even notice. I was to busy enjoying being stuck next to Jess as her need slowly turned from being well concealed to becoming fairly noticeable. Still no announcement and still no flight attendant. It was odd but I was enjoying every second. I don't think I was the only one. Chris to my right was leaning across the isle watching Jess like a hawk. It had been an hour and three quarters since we took off. I knew we would be descending soon and I said as much. 'Looks like you'll have to hold it till we get to the airport' Jess let out a sigh of resignation. 'This is crap' she said then lent forward and pressed her head upon the seat in front of her. About 10 mins later there was a ding sound. The sound that usually signifies that the seat belt sign has been turned off. My heart sank a little but I had enjoyed her desperation very much. 'Oh thank god' said Jess reaching for her seat belt. 'The lights not off auntie Jess' said Chris. He was right and I knew we had started our decent. Jess froze beside me. 'What the hell' she whispered to herself in frustration. Then music to my ears. 'Ladies and gentlemen we have started our descent into Melbourne airport. We apologies for the cancelation of your in flight refreshments but due to the rough conditions we were unable to prepare them for you. The seatbelt signs are once again on and we ask that you make sure all carry on luggage is stored safely away as we brace for landing. Once again we thank you for flying with us and we hope you choose us on your next time in the air' Someone up ahead shouted 'Not a chance' which produced a healthy bout of laughter. 'Sorry honey' I said to Jess. ‘We'll get to a toilet at the airport' She winced ' He said once again on. Did they forget to turn them off' She began to fidget once more, not much but she was definitely wearing a worried look on her face. She crossed her legs and bounced the top leg rhythmically, Then uncrossed them again. We didn't descend for long before we could see land below. Ten mins later of the same mild seated desperate pee dance from Jess and we had landed. We grabbed our luggage, preparing to be off quickly but it didn't happen that way. Because of where we were seated we had to wait a fare while to make our way off. Jess was standing the whole time. She was pacing a bit on the spot but I knew she was struggling to not do a full on pee dance. We finally made it off the plane and into the airport proper. 'Ok' started jess ' You guys go get the luggage, I'm going to find the toilet' She tossed her carry on to me and made to leave when her phone rang. 'Pretty sure you're supposed to have them turned off on the plane' said Matt pulling his own out and switching it back on. Jess rolled her eyes and answered the phone. 'Mel' she said into the phone. She was dancing around subtly with her free hand balled up at her side. 'Ok, we have to get our luggage but call me when you're about a minute away from passing....ok...I'll see you soon. 'Whats happening' I asked 'I'll tell you in a second. I'm seriously about to pee myself' she said and walked off in the direction of the toilets. 'We'll meet you at the luggage train' I called after her. I stood there fairly stunned. I guess the fact that she was only a couple of minutes from being in a toilet had wiped her shyness away. I would have put money in the fact that she would never say that in front of the boys. I'd have lost apparently. I assumed that was it I really did and I was ok with that. I was glad she was going to be more comfortable and I had definitely enjoyed the plane trip and yeah, she was on her way to the toilet so this particular episode was done and dusted. Thats what I thought at least. I was very very wrong. End Part 1
  8. Hello all Introduction After overhearing a conversation between two ladies at a cafe recently, telling how one of them had broken down on a back road at night and how she had been bursting for a wee while waiting for the breakdown call out to arrive, My imagination presented me with a thrilling story. All I had to do was write it down. So here's (with a goodly measure of authors prerogative) how I imagined she coped with the adventure. Attached as a Acrobat PDF file. Alternatively, follow this link Story - Roadside Assist to my PaperClipPlus file-sharing page then download / read from there. Please leave feedback if you enjoy this story! Roadside Assist.pdf
  9. This morning I got up, had a shower and headed over to my sister in law’s house. Next week is my goddaughters 2nd birthday and as my sister in law hangs out with us and our friends from time to time she has been invited to the birthday party they are having for the little one. She asked if we could go shopping as she had no idea what to get as a present and asked if I would go along and help her pick something out. When I got there she was sat on the sofa in her pyjamas and it was obvious she had just got up. She told me once her gf had finished in the shower she would get ready and we could head out. Her gf came downstairs not long after and after a quick chat she headed off to work. Sarah went to shower and get dressed and I just sat and watched TV. When she came down ten minutes later she laughed and said she might have to look for some new pairs of jeans whilst we're out shopping and pointed out that the ones she had on were tight and joked about how she only just got her fat butt into them. She has recently put on weight and now her old clothes are starting to get tight. She purposely put on weight as recommended by her doctor and it certainly makes her look a lot more healthy and definitely gives her some sexy curves. Once she was ready we jumped her car and headed into town. On the way she asked if I had had breakfast and when I told her I hadn’t she detoured and went through Mcdonald's drive thru and we got some breakfast and both got a big cup of oasis. We parked up and ate our food and then continued on into town. We parked up and wandered round town and decided first to head around clothes shops and find some new clothes. We wandered around the shops for an hour and half, picking out clothes and trying on different things and generally having a good time. After we both had a few bags of new purchases we continued browsing round now on the lookout for a birthday present. We went into the big toy shop and both being big kids we spent ages looking around and playing with all the toys. By the time we found something and bought it we realised we had been in the shop for over an hour. We decided that we would go to the market and then go somewhere and get a coffee and a bun and not long after we were sat outside a cafe enjoying a big cuppa and watching the world go by. We sat there for a while and when we both finished we both decided we didn’t need anything else and headed back to the car. We got back and set off back to her house. After about 5 minutes she said “I probably should have had a wee before we set off” and shifted in her seat. I laughed and then said I should have too. Just as we had set off I noticed my bladder was getting quite full and I was desperate for a pee and as we drove along my desperation grew rapidly. Last night I did a hold and drank a lot of wine which usually weakens my bladder so I figured it was because of that, not to mention the oasis and the cup of coffee now filtering through. As time passed we both got more and more squirmy and desperate and soon we were both busting for a pee. We weren’t that far from her house so it wasn’t too bad but I was getting really desperate and it seemed so was she. As we came into the town centre where she lived we started hitting traffic lights and roundabouts. At the first set of lights she stopped the car then stuck her hand between her legs and moaned “ooooo that coffee is hitting me now”. I laughed and nodded in agreement. I too was feeling the pressure of my full bladder and was squirming and trying to hold back from wetting myself. After five minutes we had got through the town centre and was heading out towards where she lived. As we turned onto her road she moaned and pointed ahead. I saw she was pointing at the speed bumps around the school and I moaned too. With each bump we went over we both gasped and moaned as our bladders jumped and threatened to leak. When we finally pulled up outside her house and I jumped out of the car gravity took hold and I had to cross my legs to stop from bursting. We walked up the drive and I could feel myself about to start dripping and in the precious moments as she stood fishing her house keys out of her bag my knickers started getting damp as my bladder pushed hard. Eventually she opened the door and we went inside. She said I could go first as I was her guest and I dashed upstairs to her bathroom. I dashed inside and quickly undid my belt. As I fumbled with my buckle I started leaking into my knickers and knew if I didn’t get my belt open within the next few seconds I was going to have an accident. I finally got my belt undone and pulled my jeans down and as soon as I did that I felt the flood coming so just sat down and pee’d full force through my knickers. The relief washed over me and I let out a moan. It felt so nice wetting my knickers and when I finished peeing they were so wet. I pulled my jeans up and the feeling of them now pushed tight against me felt amazing. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands then when I left the bathroom Sarah suddenly came dashing out of her bedroom and dashed into the bathroom. I was about to head downstairs when she shouted my name. I walked back to the bathroom and found her standing stood in front of the toilet pee dancing. I was about to ask what she was doing but before I could say anything she laughed and said “I can’t get my jeans down”. I looked at her puzzled and noticed she had opened the front of them but when she pulled they wouldn’t pull down over her butt. I laughed and thought about helping her but knowing she is into omorashi I stood back and folded my arms and told her that was a terrible shame. She realised I wasn’t going to help and stood dancing and squirming whilst trying to pull down her jeans. After a couple of minutes of this she gasped and a wet patch spread across the front of the jeans and she moaned in desperation. She kept gasping and the patch kept getting bigger until she obviously realised it was no good and jumped into the bathtub and immediately pee soaked down the legs of her jeans and she moaned in relief. Watching her soak her jeans was super hot and I just stood there watching. When she finished she smiled at me and started giggling. She jumped out of the tub and said “well, that’s one problem solved, now how do I get these jeans off. She decided they were old and she wasn’t going to be wearing them anywhere and gave me a pair of scissors and told me to go to town. I certainly enjoyed cutting her out of her pee soaked jeans and once they were off she stood there in her soaked knickers unable to stop giggling. She went and got changed and we went to chill out and sort through her shopping. Certainly a good way to end my morning
  10. Female

    Two days ago my boyfriend and I drove back from a trip we took. It was close to a 5 hour drive that is mostly through the country. I was excited as half the route I am familiar with as its a drive I make to see family. When we started the trip we stopped to get drinks and some sandwiches. I got a large coke and told myself to drink it slowly!! But my boyfriend got sweet tea, which I tend to sneak some sips...maybe gulps... :D I really was doing fine. Half way we stopped at a gas station to get gas and my boyfriend went in to use the bathroom. I just didn't need to pee. We had 2 more hours to drive and I felt fine. So we drove off into the bare country part of the drive! Half hour later I started to feel the want to pee...I had finished my large coke and probably a good portion of my boyfriends large sweet tea. But I wasn't going to panic. It was going to be fine. If anything I thought we'd just pull over for me to pee if I must. My boyfriend pulled out waters for us from the back and I absentmindedly drank some water. Another half an hour later and I was really starting to feel it. We had to take a detour so it added some time and took us a whole other way to get home. It was country land we went through but houses were still around. I was questioning what to say to my boyfriend who was driving. I generally am not shy about this but I didn't know how to solve this! Our large cups were thrown out at the gas station, I was wearing tight jeans so it wouldn't be an easy pee like I could have if I were in a dress(!!!!!!!!!!), I wasn't going to try to pee in a water bottle in my boyfriend's COMPANY CAR!! haha & it was just a bit too much of a neighborhood for it to be completely safe I felt like. Soon I told my boyfriend "Hey...I need to pee really badly...could we possibly pull over somewhere on a side road....?" He said sure and we turned down a road. We got a distance from the main country road that had traffic but then we hit houses!! I told him to just turn around and lets get home. We kept driving and I was fidgeting. I could feel the pressure increasing. It was getting painful but I was excited to deal with this challenge :D I pressed on my bladder just to tease myself and I peed myself a bit!! I had to stop making this any harder!! So I unbuttoned my belt and jeans. That took some pressure off my bladder. And I did NOT tell my boyfriend I just peed a little. We finally hit the highway part and we were within half an hour of being home. I told my boyfriend to just get us home quickly. I wasn't going to be able to walk into a store with the wet spot I just got. Plus I was nervous I was going to loose it if I stood up! The half hour was intense. I could feel my bladder continue to fill. It was pulsating as I had to hold myself. Finally we got home. I got out of the car right away and bolted for the front door. I was thinking "WOW! I'm going to make it, I'm going to make it, I'M GOING TO MAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!" I had the keys in hand to unlock the door and was ready to PEE MY HEARTS CONTENT OUT! I got the key in the door and it jammed! Oh my gosh like really?!?!?! I was so anxious and starting to flip out as I kept trying to get it unlocked! I was ready to pee with my legs crossed and I was bending forward. I heard my boyfriend behind me as he said "Jeni! Let me get it." And just as he said that I FULL ON BURST! All let loose. I just felt pee drenching my jeans as it ran down my legs. I just stood there at the door with my back to my boyfriend and a strong hot stream running between my legs. I couldn't fight this and there was no point of unlocking the door to get in. It may be an apartment but our front door can't be seen from the street so I just let it all go until I no longer felt the urgency. It had to have been a good 2 minutes til I stopped myself and still had more to pee. I think my boyfriend was just speechless as this all happened as he was in shock...yet I think enjoyed part of it haha. He just asked me why I didn't hold it a bit longer and I turned around and said "WHAT?!?! I have been waiting the past 2 hours!! BURSTING TO PEE!! I COULDN'T WAIT!!!!" He just looked at me and said its okay and hugged me. I would have gotten a picture but my boyfriend was there and still doesn't know about this site... :) My little secret <3
  11. So then guys :) I decided to try out one of the mister poll pee holding challenges :) http://www.misterpoll.com/polls/522622 I drank loads this morning (Huge mug of tea, a pint of water, then a pint of fruit squash) I waited until I was about 5/10 on the scale in the poll. It was amazing how fast my bladder was filling tbh. Before I started the poll the last pee I had was about an hour and a half before but because I was so super hydrated it didn't take long for me to fill up enough to start :) The first challenge was an easy one. Just drink 2 cups of water. Piece of cake that was ;) The second challenge I had to wait 30 minutes. I managed to squirm my way through that challenge. I was fighting though and I was very surprised at how fast my poor bladder was expanding. I could see it sticking out of my tummy like I was pregnant :O How was this possible. I am usually soooo good at holding large amounts. I managed to finish the 30 minutes. Then the 3rd challenge I had to watch a video of rain noise. The video wasn't working so I just held for the length of time the video was supposed to be played for :) It was painful and I was bursting!! After those challenges I was on about 8/10 on the scale in the poll. It was actually hurting to hold it now :O I got onto the 4th challenge. Relax your bladder muscles for 30 seconds :O I didn't even risk staying sat on my bed for this one. I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet with my panties and leggings still up. I relaxed and instantly a trickle started leaking out. I couldn't re-clamp for 30 seconds so I basically sat there very slowly peeing through my leggings on the toilet. It was very hard to stop. I clamped tightly and grabbed with one hand and managed to stop it! It was painful though. My poor bladder was still very full :/ I took a towel out of the bathroom and put it on my bed and then sat back down cross legged with a wet patch between my legs. i didn't fancy watching the next video so I just sat there holding my pee in for the time I was supposed to watch the video. Then there was my downfall. Having emptied like 1/4 of my bladder through my leggings on the toilet. When I got to the 6th challenge. I decided to re-do the 30 minute hold :O What a silly idea that was. My poor bladder was still filling up stupidly fast. I was bursting to pee and my poor bladder was actually aching really bad. I stood up to try and go to the toilet because it was hurting too much. Rather than risk doing damage I thought I'd wet through my leggings. I ran to the bathroom and just exploded uncontrollably sat on the toilet! I peed for like 60 seconds just totally flooding my panties and leggings. It felt amazing. I then decided to just try and carry on with whatever else there was in the poll. I think after sitting around for 45 minutes holding I lost interest and just stood in the shower and re-wet my leggings all over my legs and feet this time as well :) It felt so nice. Seeds x
  12. 12:01am, Tuesday 11th February Alice sighed as she felt her bladder let go, sat alone in her en-suite bathroom. There was something Alice always found reasonably therapeutic about using the toilet, with just her, the trickling sound of her pee hitting the bowl, and the sweet feeling of relief for company. In her younger days, she would return home with her bladder practically bursting, after seven hours of avoiding using the disgusting loos at school. She would run upstairs, lock herself in the bathroom and let go, sometimes unable to avoid moaning with relief. She sometimes wondered how she managed to avoid wetting herself at all, as it often felt as though she left it close a lot of the time, yet remarkably, she hadn't had an accident since she was about ten, when she couldn't hold on any longer after a long car journey. Even in her adult life, she still had a few close shaves, a few tube journeys home with tightly crossed legs here and there, a few occasions where she had one too many cups of coffee. She even found herself peeing in an alleyway a few months ago, after finding herself drunk and desperate on the way home from a night out, although as a shy person, she never liked to admit this to anyone. Besides, at 24 years old, she should be able to make it to a proper toilet without any commotion, and she prided herself on her strong bladder control. Always a high-achiever, she had found herself working as a journalist for one of Britain's top newspapers, however in such an intense working environment, the chances to pee weren't always available as often as she'd like. She wiped her pussy, and flushed the paper down the toilet. Standing up, she went to wash her hands, catching sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her boyfriend always told her how beautiful she looked, but as someone low on self confidence, she never really believed him. However with beautiful long brown hair and an amazing figure, she was truly gorgeous. With David, her boyfriend, fast asleep, Alice climbed into bed next to him, and prepared to drift off. The time was 12:03am, and little did Alice know that she had taken her last wee for twenty four hours. -- 8:05am "FUCK!" Alice exclaimed. As she hastily slipped on a pair of purple knickers, and some smart black trousers, David came to. "What's going on?" David asked. "The fucking alarm didn't go off, and I have to be at the tube station in twenty fucking minutes," she exclaimed, unusually flustered, as she struggled to put her bra on. The tube station was about a ten minute drive away, so Alice didn't really have time to do anything other than put her make up on, tidy her hair up and grab a quick cereal bar and a small bottle of Tropicana. Soon she was out the door, and in the car, ready for the big day she had ahead of her. She was interviewing an prestigious author about his new book, in her most important moment of her career so far. She'd prepared for weeks, however she couldn't help but feel nervous about her interview. She swigged the rest of her orange juice, as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye, grabbing her bag containing all her notes. As she ended up arriving at the tube station early, she grabbed herself a large coffee and sat down on the platform, mentally running through the interview in her head. -- 10:14am After a long tube journey, which involved her having to change twice, she was finally at her stop. She passed the toilets, and debated using them, however she resented the notion of paying for the need to urinate, and besides, she'd be able to pee when she arrived at the cafe she was due to meet the writer in. She picked up a bottle of water from WH Smiths, and discarded of her empty orange juice carton and coffee cup. It was a freezing cold day, and Alice felt her bladder twinge slightly at the feeling of cold air. Nonetheless, she was an adult, and she'd be able to hold on until the cafe, which was a half an hour walk away. --- 10:47am "I'm sorry, the loo is currently out of order," the blonde waitress told Alice. Alice frowned, as she could have really done with a pee, however she wasn't desperate yet, so thanked the waitress. "To be honest, I'm bursting to pee myself, seriously worried I'll wet my knickers," the waitress told her, as she dug her hands into her crotch. Alice returned to her table, wincing slightly at the overshare she had just heard. She began to prepare for the interview when the writer walked in. "Hi there, you must be Alice," the kind older gentleman outstretched a hand. "Hello Mr Jacobs, so good to finally meet you," Alice exclaimed. "Please. call me Michael, everyone else does. Now what can I get you to drink?" he asked, unaware of the fullness of her bladder. "Oh it's okay, I'm fine for drinks," Alice quickly responded, keen not to make her task of holding it more difficult. "I insist, I'll pay," Mr Jacobs added. "I suppose just a small flat white would be good then," she replied, hoping she wouldn't regret that decision later on. The same waitress from before came to take their orders, noticeably fidgety, however managing to at least maintain a smile. "Two large flat whites please," Michael requested. Alice inwardly moaned, the elderly man must have not heard her specifically asking for a small coffee. She knew that a large coffee would leave her feeling very desperate by the end of the interview. The waitress went to fetch the coffees, and from the corner of the eye, Alice could see her biting her lip and shutting her eyes as she prepared the coffee. Alice was now keen to focus on the task in hand, so began to ask Tom questions. The interview was going swimmingly, however halfway through, Alice became distracted by a conversation between her and her female manager. Her manager was a brunette, probably about thirty, with fashionable glasses and a big chest. "Celia, please can I go to the loo across the road, I'm dying for a pee." the waitress begged. "No Lizzie, we're understaffed today, you can't leave while we're this busy. Besides, you're not the only one who's desperate," Celia replied, crossing her legs together. "Please, I'm going to wet myself," Lizzie was now pleading, with actual tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go, you're just going to have to be a big girl and hold it." Celia firmly told Lizzie. Alice was well aware of her own need to pee at this point, with two coffees, an orange juice and half a bottle of water now sitting in her bladder. Finish the interview, then pee, she thought to herself. At least she knew there was a toilet across the road. Lizzie came over to collect the empty coffee mugs, clearly in a great deal of pain. "H-h-h-how were you drinks?" she asked, openly twisting her legs round and bending her knees. "Excellent thanks," Alice glanced sympathetically, as tears once again appeared in Lizzie's eyes. "T-t-that's good, would you like the bill?" Lizzie asked. "That would be great thank you," Michael answered. "Okay, I'll bring that ahhhhhhh," Lizzie was interrupted mid-sentence, as she tightly crossed her legs together. She rushed off with the coffee mugs, and Alice could again hear her talking to her superior. "I'm wetting myself, I just leaked a bit of pee into my knckers," "Look, I'm busting for a wee as well, just hold on a bit longer," Celia could barely stop herself hopping from foot to foot. Lizzie returned with the bill, but gasped as another drop of wee presumably escaped her bursting bladder. Lizzie passed the bill, before looking up to the ceiling as Michael took a long sip of water. Alice could hear Lizzie whimpering as Michael searched for his debit card. "Oh my God," Lizzie gasped. A quiet trickling sound could be heard, as her bladder finally gave way. Lizzie held her head in her hands, as Alice saw her hot pee pool at the bottom of her feet. She could see her tights were now saturated with urine, and the wee had seeped through to leave a wet patch on her skirt. "Don't worry, love, it happens to everyone occasionally," Michael comforted her. Alice agreed, although began to think through this statement. It happens to everyone occasionally. She'd never wet herself, and of her friends, only Poppy had had an accident in public, and even then, that was on a New Year's Eve where she was exceptionally drunk. In the line for the loo, she'd just let go, and peed her knickers in her tight red dress. At this point, they were all thrown out of the bar, but it was still one of the more memorable New Year's Eve parties. Alice wondered if Celia would help Lizzie, after cruelly denying her the chance for relief, however her question was soon answered, as the boss bolted out the door, with dignity seeping away, tightly holding on to her crotch. Alice swore she saw a bit of urine leak out, but she may have been wrong. "Anyway, nice to meet you Michael, the piece should be published within the next few days." Alice told him, relieved to finally be able to void her bladder. "I'm going past the station if you need a lift?" Michael asked. ---
  13. I've shared this story online before, but possibly not here, at least not in recent years, can't find it in my history. But, it's a good one, so enjoy. Several years ago, I got involved with a girl who worked with me in an office. We had a playful D/s thing going on, she was my Ma'am, and I was her missy. I had noticed almost right away that Ma'am was always holding her pee, for absolutely no reason at all. Then, she started making me do it, too. I brought up the pee fetish several times, but she denied she had one, of course. One day at work, when I was having a really bad time, and we were alone, after she'd told me to hold it, she said "Come, here, missy." She patted her lap, and I sat down, holding myself and helplessly squirming. She held me and told me to quit fidgeting and relax, and she kissed me. I told her that I couldn't keep still, that I was on the verge of "pissing myself like Fergie" (my exact quote), and Ma'am pushed me off her lap. "No, missy! Don't wet your pants! Go to the restroom, now! Run, missy! You'd better not wet your pants!" She scolded me as I ran out of the office. I did make it to the bathroom, good thing, because she checked to make sure I hadn't wet myself at all. Even though I hadn't, she still swatted my ass with her ruler for being unable to wait.
  14. I just read a story on here and I had a similar experience so I thought I would share the story as I enjoyed remembering it. This tale takes place on my last day of high school which is now 8 years ago when I was 16. At the end of our final year we finished school 2 months early for “study leave” so we had time to finish off coursework and revise for exams then after exams had finished we had our Prom. On the last day we had to go in for an assembly with the school's headmistress and then some activities then we could leave at lunchtime. In the spirit of it being last day we were allowed to wear what we wanted and a lot of people came in costumes and fancy dress and it was really fun. I didn’t wear a specific costume, I just donned a stupid wig,and some fun accessories and wore one of my school shirts so that people could sign it. My friends had done similarly and we all looked like a 60’s hippie band. One of the girls in my friend group, Claire, had decided on a short black pleated skirt to take on the “naughty schoolgirl” kind of look and I couldn’t help admiring her long slender legs all morning. After the morning's activities and people had been round signing everyone else's stuff and writing messages in our yearbooks we were given a final speech by our head of year and then were dismissed. Our group of friends met outside and discussed what we were going to do. In the evening one of our friends parents had invited us for a bbq and a party to celebrate our last day but that wasn’t until later in the evening so we decided to walk down into the town centre and get a bus into the next town over. We got the bus and went to grab some lunch at Pizza Hut and afterwards wandered around town enjoying the beautiful sunshine and each others company. All the while I just found myself looking at Claire’s legs and now that we were outside I had the added enjoyment of getting flashes of her knickers as the wind kept blowing it up. Luckily she isn’t a shy person and didn’t care, she just found it funny. We wandered around for a couple of hours before deciding to get the bus back to our town. When we got off the bus we headed to the park nearby where most of us lived to hang out. Whilst we were there we saw plenty of people from our school and after been there for about 3 hours we decided to head to our friends house for the BBQ. We grabbed our things and set off up the road towards her house. My first excitement of the day came when we were walking along and two people we know from school came around the corner. They asked us where we were heading and we told them and one of them told us they were going the others house because she really had to pee. The other girl and some of my group got into conversation about the day and what we had been doing and we found out the two girls had been with their group over on the playing fields all afternoon enjoying the sunshine and having a few drinks. As they talked I noticed the other girl kept crossing and uncrossing her legs which I was enjoying as I knew she had to pee. Suddenly she crossed her legs tight and stuck her hand between her legs and laughing poked the other girl and said “I hate to break the conversation but can we get moving before I wet myself”. The other girl laughed and said “oh yeah sorry” and quickly finished her conversation. I just stood watching as she danced and squirmed and really wished I could have gone with her and watched her desperation. As we set off walking again a couple of our group mentioned needing to pee and I wasn’t surprised I too was feeling the effects of free refills at pizza hut. Unfortunately there was no obvious desperation and we got to my friends house and everyone went and used the bathroom. We had a really fun night hanging out in the back garden. After the bbq we all sat round a fire we made and had a few drinks and enjoyed the high of finishing school. As it started getting late people started heading home or were being picked up. My mum knew where we were and hadn’t given us a curfew as she knew we were sensible and wouldn’t leave it too late. We said we were going to head home and Claire who lives near us said she would walk home with us. She mentioned going to the loo and stood up and walked off. I got up and went round saying goodbye to people and went to say thank you to my friends mum and dad and then came back outside. A couple of minutes after Claire came back and after saying goodbye we headed out of the gate and down the side passage. We set off walking up the main road and after a few minutes Claire suddenly slowed down and then stopped. We looked at her and she laughed and said “turns out I was wrong”. Me and my sister looked at each other looking for clarification but realised neither of us understood so asked her what she was wrong about. She told us that when she had gone to use the loo somebody was in the bathroom, she assumed our friends sister, and decided she could hold it till she got home as she didn’t want to keep us waiting, now however she was starting to doubt whether she would make it home. It took a few moments to register what she has just said then as I watched her cross her legs it was like a switch clicked in my mind and I suddenly got major turned on. We told her she should have waited we wouldn’t have minded but she told us that when she found the bathroom occupied she had needed to go pretty bad but it wasn’t an emergency so decided to wait. We asked how bad she needed to go and she laughed and said “really really bad, I’m almost peeing myself”. Hearing her say that drove me crazy and I guessed it had done the same to my sister as she winked at me. She stood for a moment before saying “okay, I’m good”. We continued walking and as we did she kept making sexy noises and little gasps and telling us how bad she had to go. She asked us if she would be able to use the bathroom at our house as we were nearest and we said she could. We turned onto a road and we could see the bottom of our road just down the way and she said “I should have definitely had a wee before we left, I’m absolutely bursting”. She was now walking slower and it was obvious she was trying to keep her thighs squeezed together. We walked down the road and as we got to the bottom of our street she looked up towards our house and just said “oh god I can’t make it”. To this day I don’t know whether she actually had an accident or whether she just made the decision that she wasn’t going to make it to our house so it was pointless trying to. All I know is after making the above statement she squatted down and pulled up her skirt. I got a moment to look at her sexy knickers before a wet patch spread across the front of them and then a stream of pee shot through them and sprayed all over the floor. She opened her legs to obviously avoid peeing on them but all it did for us was give us a better view. I was stood open mouthed unable to stop staring at the sight in front of me. My friend was squatting in front of me with her legs wide open peeing into her knickers. The look of relief on her face was glorious and she let out a long low moan. The stream continued coming and eventually died down until there were just a few trickles and drips. When they stopped she stood up and said “well that’s better”. She looked at us and then burst out laughing. She grabbed her skirt and pulled it up and said “is it bad”. She showed us the front of her knickers and then turned round and showed us her wet butt. Both me and my sister stood staring, completely lost for words. She was just stood there showing us her wet knickers oblivious to the powerful effect she was having us. We stuttered a sentence between us that the wet patch was pretty obvious but when her skirt was down it was covered. She looked at the river of pee which was streaming down the road and giggled and said “told you I had to go”. We all laughed then continued walking up the road. We said we would walk her the short walk home and then double back on ourselves. When we got to her house we talked for a few minutes before she said goodbye and headed inside. Me and my sister walked back down to our house and all the way we could only talk about how hot what had just happened was. When we got home she went for a shower and I decided to just go lay on my bed and enjoy the feeling of my own filling bladder and replay the images over and over in my mind. As I did a thought occurred to me. I wasn’t aware of my friends sister being around all evening as she was out with friends and never saw her come home and wondered if she had actually found the bathroom occupied or if she had just decided to wait. When she had wet herself she made no attempt to pull down or move her knickers, she just squatted and pee’d through them. All I could think was either she enjoyed wetting herself and had made up some cover story to explain her desperation or she knew about mine and Casey’s fetish and was giving us a show. I had no proof to back up either theory but I had a lot of fun thinking about both and wondering if they were true. The incident never came up when we saw her and I never asked her if she shared our fetish as It was an awkward subject to approach as she was one of my best friends. However I still wonder to this day if maybe she does share the fetish and is somewhere enjoying her own omorashi.
  15. This afternoon I had a very close call at the hairdressers and I thought I would share with you guys. I don’t usually do much with my hair on a day to day basis, it usually just gets brushed or put in a ponytail if I go out to work or go shopping. I only ever do my hair nice if we are going out somewhere special. The only other time my hair is done nice is after I get it cut and the hairdresser styles it for me. The last couple of days I have kept thinking my hair could do with cutting as it was getting long and quite thick so I decided this morning as I had nothing to do today I would go get it cut. Alice said she would come with me as her hair was getting the same way. We chilled out this morning until about 11 o’clock and then we headed down into town to meet Matty and get some lunch. We went to our favourite coffee house and had some lunch and were there for just over an hour. I had a cup of coffee with my lunch and then got another one whilst we were sat chatting. When we finally left Matty headed back to work and Alice and I wandered around town working our way towards the hairdressers we usually go to. When we walked in we sat down and picked up some magazines to flick through whilst we waited. There were three people sat waiting before us but there were two girls working so it wouldn’t take too long. One by one the people were called up until there were only me and Alice left waiting. About half an hour had passed since we arrived and just as I was going to pick up another magazine one of the girls appeared and said she was ready. Me and Alice looked at each other and she said I could go first. As I stood up I felt a jolt in my bladder and I realised she was getting quite full. The two cups of coffee and the cups of tea I had consumed during the morning were taking effect. I walked over to the sink where she was standing and sat down. I leaned back into the sink and she turned the shower head on. The sound of the water made my bladder jump and I realised I was more desperate than I first thought. I was around 4 when I sat down but the sound of the water and moving around had pushed me up to 6. She washed my hair and then led me over to the chair. She put the gown on me and asked what I wanted. I told her and as she was getting her tools together I saw Alice in the mirror sitting down at the sink. She started doing her thing on my hair and we began chatting. As she worked my bladder continued to fill and I was trying to squirm or fidget because I knew if I did she would just ask me to sit still. After 10 minutes the coffee was really taking effect on my bladder and I was busting for a pee. Unable to squirm I could only bounce my legs. This helped a little but not enough to ease the pressure I was feeling between my legs. I continued chatting trying to remain composed and not show I really needed to pee. By now Alice had been brought over to the chair next to mine and she had joined in the conversation which was good as it was more distraction. As time passed the pressure continued to grow until I had no choice but to push my hand up my skirt and press between my legs. Had I been able to squirm I would have been okay but this was the only way I could help ease the pressure on my pee hole. Luckily I had the gown covering me so nobody could see what I was doing. Despite doing this my desperation continued to grow quite quickly and after another ten minutes had passed I was full to bursting and almost wetting myself. I was a solid 9 and rising to 10 and getting dangerously close to having an accident where I was sitting. I just sat there urging her to hurry up. After a few minutes of doing this she put her scissors and comb down and asked if it looked okay. I looked in the mirror and admired her work. She had done a good job and I thanked her. She walked over and grabbed the hair dryer and began drying my hair. My legs were bouncing like crazy as I fought desperately to keep my knickers dry just a little longer. Waves of desperation were washing over me and suddenly I felt pee shooting down towards my pee hole. I clamped my hand tightly against my pussy to stop it but I felt a drip dampen my knickers. Luckily I don’t feel embarrassed about wetting in public, it's a major turn on. I just didn’t want to wet myself right there in the hairdressers leaving them a mess to clean up. Even though I didn’t want that i was getting really close to doing just that. Now that the drips had started I was unable to stop them. My fingers were pushed against my pee hole, rubbing to ease the pressure but every so often I felt wetness on them as my pee slowly escaped into my knickers. I lost count of the number of drips that I had lost, I was just thankful they weren’t leaks. I was brought back to reality by her taking the rubber neck protector off me. I suddenly realised she was about to take the gown off me and I had to take my hands out from under my skirt, otherwise it would look kind of weird, like I was masturbating or something. I clenched my muscles tight and took my hand away. A few drips escaped but nothing major and I was thankful I was able to keep control. I quickly flattened my skirt down as she pulled the gown off and walked over to the counter. I stood up making sure to keep control of my pee hole that was now threatening to explode everywhere. The sudden effect of gravity took hold and a leak escaped and soaked my knickers. I almost gasped out loud but managed to stop myself. I quickly checked the chair for any wetness but luckily it had all been soaked up by my knickers. I walked over to the counter where the girl was stood and told her I was paying for me and Alice and handed her my bank card. She handed me the pin machine and as I stood putting my pin in I stood bouncing my legs as a couple more leaks escaped. I took my card out and put it in my bag and quickly turned to Alice and told her I was popping to the newsagents and would be back in a few minutes. She acknowledged what I said and I walked quickly towards the door. That was a bad move as the sudden speed made me leak like crazy. I walked out into the street and quickly looked around. Just down the street there is an alleyway that goes to the back of the shops where they put their rubbish. I quickly crossed the road and dashed over to it. As I walked into the alley my bladder knew I was getting ready to relieve myself and started spurting into my knickers. I couldn’t wait any longer and by the time I got round the corner to where the bins where I was completely flooding my knickers and had pee streaming down my legs. I didn’t even try to remove my knickers or squat. I just stood there sighing in relief as the torrent splashed all over the floor. I was thankful I had decided to wear a skirt instead of leggings or jeans. It seemed to go on and on and eventually when my bladder was empty I let out a long happy sigh. I stood for a moment enjoying the feeling before going in my bag and grabbing a couple of tissues. I wiped down my legs to remove the droplets of pee slowly running down them and then headed back down the alley onto the street. As I walked along I could the wetness in my shoes and I found myself getting turned on. As I got back to the hairdressers Alice was just having her hair dried so I walked over and waited for her. I didn’t want to sit down incase I left a wet ass mark on the leather seats. When she finished she stood up and put her coat on and thanked the girl. We walked out of the shop and I asked if she needed anything else in town, if not we would go the supermarket and get some stuff then head home. She looked around and then said “the only thing I need right now is a wee”. I looked at her and she said “too much coffee earlier….I’m about to wet myself”. I giggled and she looked at me and said “I’m surprised you don’t have to go too”. I smiled and told her what I just did and put her hand on the front of my skirt so she could feel the wetness. She smiled and then crossed her legs and gasped saying “oh god that isn’t helping”. She said she would go at the supermarket so we went and got in the car and drove off. Our town has a one way system so you have to go in a big circle and all the while she was holding herself and moaning at me to hurry up. When we got to the supermarket we parked the car and then she quickly walked inside. We walked towards the cafe and to where the toilets were. She pushed opened the door and dashed towards a cubicle whilst moaning and making such sexy sounds. I quickly followed her in and grabbed her hands just as she we about to pull down her knickers. She danced on the spot and I winked at her and told her I wanted to watch her wet herself. She winked at me and I stood back and watched her dancing in desperation. I watched as her knickers slowly got wet as she leaked and spurted. Standing next to the toilet must have been torture and after a couple of minutes she let out a loud gasp and there was a loud hissing sound. Pee came pouring out of her knickers and she quickly sat down and let out a long sigh of relief. She pee’d for well over a minute and when she finally emptied she smiled happily. She stood up and showed me her wet knickers before flattening her skirt down. We walked out and went to grab our shopping. All the while my wet knickers turned me on like crazy and knowing Alice’s were exactly the same made it even worse. Needless to say we had lots of fun when we got home.
  16. On Thursday it was St Patrick’s day and every year Matty’s uncle Kevin throws a party at his house to celebrate as they have Irish heritage in their family and they like to stay true to that. He told us we could come up anytime after 6. My sister was working the evening shift in our pub and we told her that if it got busy and she needed help to ring us and we would come down. She said she would but thought it would be fine and said she would come to the party after they closed up. At 6 o’clock we set off to his house and called at the supermarket on the way to pick up some alcohol and snacks so we didn’t turn up empty handed. When we got there there were already a few people there and I settled in and caught up with some of Matty’s family. I enjoy house parties as it allows me to couple the amount i'm drinking and the joy of holding and I decided that I would hold as long as I could each time before going to the bathroom. This would be fun to see how long I could wait each time as my bladder got steadily weaker from the alcohol and mass liquid intake. The first time I went was uneventful. I waited until my bladder was really full and I was almost losing control and then went to the bathroom. The second time I went there was somebody in the the bathroom and I had to wait outside pee dancing and desperately trying to keep my knickers dry. When the bathroom came free I dashed in and enjoyed the sweet relief of emptying my bursting bladder. It was the third time that I went that was quite eventful. I was sat in the kitchen enjoying the group conversation and also enjoying the fullness of my bladder that had refilled pretty quickly. My desperation continued to grow until I was almost wetting myself all over the chair and I waited for a break in the conversation before leaving and heading upstairs to the bathroom. Just before I got up a guy had left the table and when I got upstairs he was waiting outside the bathroom. I leant against the wall and did a subtle pee dance as my bladder pushed on my pee hole. The guy also seemed to be shifting around and I enjoyed wondering how badly he needed to pee and wondered if it was as bad as I had to go. I heard the front door open and I peered down the stairs being nosey. Matty’s older cousin Peter came through the door and there was a cheer downstairs as people gave their over the top welcome. His wife Melissa came in after him and closed the door behind her. As I was looking down the door opened behind me and the bathroom came free. The guy waiting looked at me and I gestured that he could go first. He went in and as the door closed my attention turned back downstairs. The guy that just came out of the bathroom walked down the stairs and greeted Melissa who was stood taking her coat off. I noticed she was jiggling and looking flustered and I found out why when she took her coat off and walked into the living room. I heard people talking to her and Uncle Kev told her where the drinks and food were and she said “I will have to nip to the loo before I do anything else, I’m busting for a pee”. Kevin laughed and said “you know where it is”. She appeared at the bottom of the stairs and as she was climbing up she noticed me looking down at her. She smiled and said “hey Gem, you okay darling”. I nodded and said I was and asked how she was. Before she answered she looked shocked and said “oh god is there a queue”. I said there was just me and she replied “oh thank god, I’m dying for a pee”. She reached the top and immediately broke out into a pee dance. I commented on her attire. She was wearing tight black leggings that were covered in shamrocks and a green t-shirt with a big picture of a leprechaun on it and to top it off she had shamrock deely boppers on her head. She told me they had been to a pub in the next town over that had an irish band on. She told me about the band and then finished her story with telling me about getting a taxi to come over here and not wanting to fight her way through the pub to the bathroom and that’s why she was now desperate for a pee. She almost floored me when she said “I was glad when we got here, I thought I was going to pee myself in the taxi”. Watching her dance and squirm in desperation was so sexy and all I could think about was her almost wetting herself in the taxi on the way here.We both stood there pee dancing as we waited for the bathroom to become free and casually chatted away. After a couple of minutes the toilet flushed and the door opened. I asked if she wanted to go before me and she shook her head “no you’re alright sweetheart you go, you were waiting before me”. As I walked in she added “be quick though babe I’m almost peeing myself. Before I could respond she suddenly said “do you mind if I come in with you”. I shook my head and said it was fine and we walked into the bathroom. I walked quickly over to the toilet and pulled my jeans down and immediately released a powerful stream of pee. I moaned in relief as the pressure lifted off my pee hole and my bladder started emptying. I looked up and my eyes widened when I looked at her. She was stood next to the bath dancing and squirming and my eyes were glued to her gorgeous butt wiggling in desperation. She looked at me and said “don’t tell on me” and giggled. I wondered what she meant then suddenly she pulled her leggings down revealing sexy green shamrock knickers. I admired them for a second before she yanked them down and sat on the edge of the bath. Seconds later I heard a hissing sound which followed a loud sigh from her. Watching her pee and obviously enjoy it so greatly was such a turn on and after I finished I stood up and walked over to the sink. II looked to my side and saw a strong stream gushing into the bath and trickling down to the plughole. I could not take my eyes off the stream and was so aroused knowing all that liquid was in her bladder moments ago, no wonder she was bursting. Eventually the stream died down and she let out a happy sigh. She asked if I could pass her some toilet roll and after she wiped herself dry she pulled her knickers and leggings back up and straightened her shirt out. She looked at me and said “sorry about that, as soon as I said you could go first I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer and I really didn’t want to make a puddle all over Kev’s carpet. I laughed and told her it was fine and to change the subject I complimented her commitment by having shamrocks on her knickers. She giggled and thanked me and then grabbed the shower head and sprayed it around the bath to wash her pee away. After she finished we headed out and her husband was waiting outside to go and pee and made a comment about women going to the bathroom together and we joked that he would never know the secret of why. I spent the rest of the evening enjoying conversation and having a good time and by the time we decided to leave my bladder was really full but I decided against using the bathroom to enjoy holding it. We went outside and got in the car and as soon as we set off I realised I was more desperate than I thought. I sat in my seat wiggling and holding my pussy as my desperation increased greatly. By the time we were halfway home I was close to dripping and I was urging Matty to hurry up and drive faster. As we drove through the town centre all I could think about was this is how Melissa must have felt earlier in the taxi. As we climbed the hill to our village I was dripping uncontrollably in my knickers as my tired bladder started failing. By the time we got to our house and were pulling the driveway I was frantically trying to keep control for just a little longer so I didn’t flood the car. We pulled up and parked and immediately jumped out of the car and the moment I stood up I burst and within seconds my jeans were completely soaked, no dry patches were left on them. I just stood there enjoying the sweet relief and the wonderful warmth down my legs and eventually my bladder completely emptied. When I looked up Matty was stood smiling at me with lust in his eyes. Needless we certainly had a very nice time once we got inside.
  17. Lexi Dona and Morgan took part in the contest. They drunk a whole large bottle of water/ ice tea and were asked to put together all pieces of a puzzle. This was expected to take some time so they had to drink energy drinks every 10 minutes to make it even more interesting. It was good to see these to women so desperate to pee that they couldn't focus on the contest,23 year old Lexi Dona ( Gray leggings ) was the star here as you could see that she was desperate from the start. She was constantly holding her crotch and crossing her legs, also when crouched down she was often bouncing up and down and putting her hand between her legs. This video was purchased with 5 credits from the site. Warning that there is nudity near the end of the video 2015-11-16 - Puzzle time - lexidona1_sd.wmv Below is a Picture/Slide show from the video Love Wetting, Puzzle Time with Lexi Dona + Morgan.wmv
  18. Last night we went to see Star Wars the Force Awakens (no spoilers in this story) and afterwards I had some fun with my girlfriend Alice…. When Star Wars came out we decided to wait until after Christmas to go and see it for two reasons. Mainly because we were busy getting ready for Christmas and also to wait until it wouldn’t be as busy at the cinema. Over Christmas we have been busy and on Sunday we spent all day helping clean up the damage left when our town flooded so yesterday we decided not to do anything at all and enjoy a day off. We spent all day relaxing at home and then Matty suggested we go and see Star Wars in the evening which we happily agreed to as I keep seeing things all over the internet and I needed to see it before I saw something that would be a spoiler. My sister and her bf said they would go see it another day and our friends were busy so it meant just me, Alice and Matty were going. When we go to the cinema we always go to late viewings that start around 11 pm. We do this as the cinema is quieter and it means there are no children that are annoying. Before hand we decided to go out and get some dinner so we got ready and went out about 8 o’clock so that we could go to our favourite pub for food before they stopped serving. We had our food and played pool for a while before we set off to the cinema. When we got there we bought our tickets and then went to the concession stand and got some popcorn to share and each of us got a 44oz cup. There was some time until the screening time but when we asked the guy at the ticket stand he said it was fine for us to go in. As we walked down the corridor towards our screen I decided to go to the toilet as I faintly needed to go and I didn’t want to leave during the movie. Alice took my drink off me and I went to pee. When I came back she was sat waiting and she said Matty had gone to the loo. I took my drink off her and asked if she was going and she said she didn't need to go so we just waited for Matty. When he came back we went into the screen and went and sat on the back row. By the time the lights came down and the adverts began there were only about 20 people in the screen which we liked. Usually I finish my drink before the film even starts but having had drinks at dinner I wasn’t that thirsty so for once it lasted me. The adverts and trailers were about 20 minutes and then the film started. About halfway through the film I finished off my drink and about 15 minutes later I heard the gurgling sound of Alice finishing her drink. As she put the cup down she whispered “I shouldn’t have drunk that so fast, I need a wee now”. I didn’t think anything of it until about 20 minutes later when there was a funny scene. We all laughed and she said “oh I really need a wee and that's not helping”. I giggled and then noticed that her legs were bouncing and I know that when her legs do that she is getting desperate and that thought turned me on. As time went on I kept glancing at her legs bouncing and wondered how desperate she was getting. Another hour passed and judging by the events of the film and the run time it was getting near the end. When it got to the very final scene and it was obvious it was ending any minute she shuffled forward on her seat and fidgeted on her butt and muttered under her breath “come on...come on….come on”. When the credits started she jumped up and said “thank god, I’m dying for a wee”. She went to walk away and I pulled her down and said “you can’t go yet what if there is an after credit scene”. She sat back down and said “yeah, anyway we always stay till the end of the credits”. She sat on the edge of her seat bouncing and suddenly my arousal took over and I decided to be naughty. I leaned over and whispered “who says I am even going to let you pee”. She looked round shocked and then her shock turned to arousal and she said “please can I go for a wee”. I smiled at her and said “well I would have let you go but you were going to go without asking my permission so because of that you can wait”. She smiled cheekily and went back to bouncing. When the credits finished she stood up and crossed her legs tightly and said “please let me go pee, my bladder is so full”. I winked at her and told her no. She moaned and slipped her jacket on and then we walked out of the screen. As we walked past the toilets she moaned and I grabbed her hand and led her away. We walked out of the cinema and when the cold air hit her she grabbed her crotch and moaned I leaned over and asked “what's wrong baby”. She glared at me and said “before I was busting for a pee but now i'm stood up and walking I’m nearly wetting myself. My eyes widened knowing she was so desperate. A small part of me thought about letting her go back inside to pee but the rest of me was getting so turned on and I knew she was loving it. We walked around the corner and went inside the multi storey car park where we were parked and Matty went up the stairs whilst me and Alice waited for the lift. Now that we were alone and there was nobody around to see her she was pee dancing like crazy. Watching her sexy legs wrap around each other was so hot and listening to her beg for the lift to come was driving me crazy. When it came we went inside and she frantically pressed the button for our floor and it set off. She suddenly gasped and watched as a trail of pee slowly snaked down her legs. Another followed...and another then they stopped, for a moment. She thought she had regained control but then suddenly there was a splashing sound as she started spurting all over the floor. I looked at her and told her she had better stop it and she jammed her hand against her pee hole and squeezed tight. After a few more spurts escaped she managed to stop them but now she was dancing like crazy and moaning that she was about to burst. There was now a small puddle on the floor and I told her to show me her knickers. She reluctantly took her hand away and showed me the wet patch on the front of her red knickers. She immediately grabbed herself again and danced until we reached our floor. We walked across the car park towards our car and when we got there matty wasn't’ there. I checked my phone and he had texted me saying he was going to the shop. I was going to let her pee before we got in the car to head home but now I had more time to have fun with her. We were parked in the corner space so we were near the door and now this had an advantage as we could stand behind the car so we were out of view of anyone else in the car park. To anyone looking at us it just looked like we were looking out admiring the view. She stood in front of me dancing and doing everything to keep her pee hole closed and she kept having leaks which looked so hot running down her legs. Watching her was making me so horny and my pussy desperately wanted attention so I decided to give her a game. I told her I would let her pee as soon as she made me cum. Before I could even react she stood close to me and her hand slid down the front of my jeans and into my knickers. I gasped as her fingers made contact with my throbbing clit and she teased me. Her fingers in my pussy and her moans of desperation soon had me on edge and I was holding back but she was way too sexy and I was getting dangerously close to cumming. I slid my fingers into her knickers and moaned each time her pussy spurted pee all over them. I managed to hold back for a few minutes but suddenly she moaned and said “I can’t hold it anymore, I’m about to burst and pee all over your fingers”. I knew I was about to cum and whispered “so am I”. Before she could say anything I let go and released my bladder all over her hand and the sudden warmth and shock made her lose control and she soaked my hand. Seconds after I started peeing my pussy exploded with pleasure and she kissed me to stop me from moaning out loud. We stood there kissing as we emptied our bladders all over each other and only stopped when we were empty. She smiled at me and then lifted her fingers and sucked them moaning as she did. She looked down at my jeans soaked from top to bottom in the mixture of our pee and giggled. We stood making out until Matty got back and when he did he looked at the puddle on the floor then at my pee soaked jeans and just nodded as this kind of thing is pretty much standard for us. I got in the car and before she did she slid her pee soaked knickers off and handed them to him. He inhaled the lovely scent of her arousal and pee and groaned happily. I spent the journey home with my fingers up her skirt teasing her and when we got home the three of us made the most of our wet clothes and heightened arousal. Writing this I now realise this I will forever associate that film with this moment of naughtiness so everytime I watch it in the future I will become aroused. I will not look at BB8 the same way again :p
  19. Me and Matty love watching movies and quite often have movie marathons. Partly because of our love of movies but mainly because we are the kind of people who can’t watch one movie in a series and then watch the others at a later date. If we watch one film in the series we have to watch all the others. Most of the time it is pretty easy as a series has two or three films so we can watch them all in a day. However sometimes we plan movie days when we decide to watch series like Harry Potter or Star Wars with a full day's worth of films to work through. The other evening we were looking for a movie to watch and whilst scrolling through the horror genre we noticed Saw 7 (or Saw 3D, whichever you prefer) and we commented that we hadn’t seen the Saw films for a while. We went to see the seventh film when it came out in the cinema and haven’t seen any of them since. We had nothing to do on Thursday so we decided that we would have a Saw marathon. We looked at the run time and to watch all 7 it would take just shy of 11 hours. When I woke up Thursday morning we had breakfast and then we put all 7 films on a playlist and then made a nest on the couch with our duvet. Matty brought snacks and I asked for a cup of tea. He brought me my tea and then put a 3 litre bottle of water and a small whisky tumbler on the couch. I looked at it then at him and he put on his Jigsaw voice and said “I want to play a game”. He pointed to the bottle of water and said “The rules are as follows, until we have finished watching all the movies the bathroom is off limits and whilst watching the movies every time a person dies you are going to fill this glass and drink it….your goal is to keep your knickers dry”. I giggled and happily agreed to the game. I was looking forward to the double challenge. Holding until the films were over which would take 11 hours and not knowing how many deaths there were thus not knowing how many glasses I would end up drinking. The glass was 100ml so throughout the day I could end up drinking a lot but I knew because it was spread out over time my bladder would fill slower than when doing rapid desperation. We sat and we started watching the first film about half 9. It finished at about quarter past 11 and throughout the film I had 7 glasses of water. We immediately moved onto the second film and throughout that one I had another 7 glasses of water. The second film finished at roughly quarter to one and I was starting to feel my bladder beginning to fill. The third film started and lasted until quarter to three. Over the course of those two hours there were ten deaths which meant 10 more glasses of water. Matty went to make us both a sandwich and brought us both a cup of tea which I slowly sipped after eating my sandwich and we started watching the fourth film. We finished the fourth installment at quarter to 5 and the film added another 10 glasses to my bladder. As the fifth film started I was starting to feel a little desperate as my bladder filled with the tea and water and throughout the film I kept shifting around as I kept getting urges. By the time the fifth film was over I had added another 6 glasses to my bladder and I was starting to feel really desperate. I could no longer ignore the need and was squirming and wiggling in my seat. It was now half past 6 and I knew we had roughly 3 hours to go and god knows how many glasses of water. We started up the sixth film and throughout the whole movie which took us to half past 8 I was squirming and wiggling non stop and by the time the credits finished I was absolutely busting for a pee and was almost wetting myself. I knew I could hold for a while longer but was unsure whether I would make it to the end of the film. The sixth film had added another 13 glasses (four in quick succession) which really didn’t help my bladder and was the reason I was squirming and almost wetting my knickers. The last film started and I sat squirming and bouncing uncontrollably as my pee hole throbbed and trembled under the pressure of my bladder. As the film went on I ended up drinking 10 more glasses and about half way through the film I was sat on the edge of the couch rocking back and forth and opening and closing my legs. There was a moment in the film where 3 people died and then 5 people were poisoned and I knew if I even had to drink one more glass I would burst and soak my knickers in pee. He let me off and said I didn’t have to drink anymore. Now all I had to do was wait until the end of the film. As time passed I got more and more desperate and I got to the point where I felt like I was seconds away from exploding and peeing everywhere but I had to keep holding. My desperation continued to increase and I honestly didn’t know how I was still holding, each wave of desperation that hit me I felt like I was going to burst . Somehow despite my aching bursting bladder pushing hard on my pee hole I continued to hold. A combination of wanting to watch the end of the movie and the challenge of holding until it finished I think is what was keeping me going. With 15 minutes of the film left I started dripping into my knickers with each wave of desperation and they gradually got bigger until they turned into leaks. I was sat right on the edge of the couch with my hand pressed hard against my pussy in an attempt to keep my pee hole closed. The leaks continued to escape as the pressure got so intense and my knickers were getting so wet. With like 5 minutes of the film remaining the leaks turned into spurts and they were uncontrollable. Each spurt shot out of my pee hole and soaked into my knickers. The desperation I was feeling was so intense and I literally felt like if I moved I would explode. The final moments of the film occurred and I was sat begging it to hurry up. Finally the screen went black and the first credit showed up. I moaned out and went to stand up when Matty grabbed me and pointed at the countdown timer on the screen indicating it wasn’t finished yet. I moaned out in desperation as my bladder screamed in protest but the intense desperation and trying to keep holding was such a turn on. My hand went into my knickers and rubbed against my pee hole as I bounced like crazy watching the timer slowly tick down. My fingers kept getting wet as spurts escaped and shot over them. I was practically wetting myself where I sat and it was taking every ounce of concentration and determination not to do so completely. Eventually the screen went blank and I stood up. The sudden impact of gravity made me spurt and I thought it was over. I managed to stop myself losing all control but now I was stood up the desperation and overwhelming need to release my pee was so much worse. I slowly shuffled and took baby steps towards the door with my hand jammed between my legs and pressed hard against my pee hole. I reached the door and walked out into the hallway and when I looked at the stairs I just knew that there was no way I would make it upstairs without wetting myself. That thought alone made me lose a 3 second spurt and it splashed onto the floor below me. I bent over and squeezed my legs hard together around my hand. I looked around frantically trying to think of something before I completely flooded the floor. I suddenly had an idea and shuffled my way into the kitchen losing leaks with each little step. I moved over to door to the utility room and quickly grabbed the mop bucket from the side of the washing machine. I placed it on the floor and its like my bladder knew that relief was so close as she starting contracting like crazy causing me to leak and pee to stream down my legs. I frantically to pull my knickers down but I couldn’t without removing my hand and removing my hand would result in me losing all control. With my spare hand I pulled my t-shirt out of the way and in a quick motion I sat down on the bucket and the moment I took my hand away my pee hole burst open and a massive torrent of pee came gushing out. My knickers were soaked through within seconds and the sound of the strong stream hitting the bottom of the bucket was so loud. I moaned out as relief washed over my body that was absolutely orgasmic. The stream kept coming and coming and it felt like it was never going to stop. I couldn’t breathe properly it felt so good. The relief was so wonderful I felt on the edge of a massive orgasm and the feeling of pee gushing out of my pussy was adding to the pleasure. Once the stream died down the desperation to pee was replaced by a feeling of desperately needing to cum. My pussy was dripping with arousal and needed release so badly. My pee hole was aching from holding for so long and I had to rub her to ease the aching sensation. However I wasn’t prepared for just how turned on I was. I slid my hand into my knickers to rub my pee hole and as I did my palm brushed against my clit and without warning pleasure surged through me and I had an explosive orgasm. The sudden explosion of pleasure made me fall off the bucket and left me lying on the floor trembling and shaking and clutching my throbbing burning pussy. The pleasure continued surging through me and eventually after a couple of minutes it died down and I was left with a wonderful warm tingly feeling. I suddenly realised Matty was stood in the doorway. I smiled at him and he just shook his head and said “erm….well….erm...ya know….WOW!!!”. I giggled and he helped me up. I emptied my bucket down the drain and went and flopped back on the couch. We ordered take away and after eating I was still insanely horny and we spent the rest of the night enjoying my soaked knickers together ;). That was the most intense desperation I have ever felt and the most wonderful feeling of relief. In retrospect its not surprising as throughout the day I had two cups of tea and the equivalent of 1 pint an hour throughout the movie marathon. I am surprised I held all that for so long. The power of wanting to watch movies is stronger than my bladder :p
  20. I had some fun on Thursday afternoon with a friend and I thought I would share the experience with you guys and girls…. Just over a year ago, back in December 2014, I started visiting a chat room based around the BDSM fetish and most of the people that visit there are into the dom/sub dynamic. As a lot of you know I am a switch which means I am both dominant and submissive. I am a sub to my husband and I am a dom to my girlfriend Alice. I started going to the chat room everyday and became one of the regulars. Around February a girl joined the chat room and after talking in the main room about her interests we started to message each other. She was a submissive and was interested in orgasm control. After talking to her and telling her about my interests she found out I was a switch and asked if I could help her as she had trouble with orgasm denial when doing it herself and needed someone’s guidance. After a few weeks of guiding her she really liked my approach and I kind of became her full time dom. She would talk to me whilst she was at work in her office and then when she came home we would talk in the evenings. One thing I noticed was her tendency to end up desperate to pee whilst at work and I just put it down to her job and only going when she had a break. However a couple of months after she became my sub she asked if she could ask me a personal question. I told her she could and she said that on my tumblr there were some omorashi related posts and asked what my interest in the fetish was. I told her all the things I loved about omorashi and she said that she liked it too and I then realised why she was desperate so often. She asked how I felt about bladder control and when she found out I both enjoyed being forced to hold and enforcing someone to hold she asked if I wanted to control her bladder as well as her orgasms and I gladly agreed, and have been doing ever since. Which leads us to Thursday afternoon. She works in a small office which deals with the marketing for the company she works for. It had been a normal morning. We chatted whilst she was in her office working and I was giving her tasks to tease herself. Around 12 o’clock she went to get some dinner and she was only gone half and hour. She ate her lunch at her desk and then went back to working. About half 1 she told me she had a meeting at 2 o’clock and wasn’t sure how long she would be. I said that was fine and we continued chatting. Just before 2 o’clock she asked me if she could go and pee before her meeting as she was feeling a little desperate. I said she could as I don’t control her bladder whilst she is at work. I let her decide when she goes to pee as I don’t want to cause her to have an accident at work, i only do that when she is at home. Usually I let her decide how long she holds by giving her rewards to do with her orgasm denial the longer she holds and she usually really wants the rewards so holds until the last moment before she bursts. She went off to pee and I myself was getting desperate as I hadn’t been since I woke up that morning but I had no limitations. She came back from the bathroom and said goodbye and went off to her meeting. I went and made myself some lunch and a drink and 20 minutes later the drink had made my desperation worse and I was sat squirming. Rather than just holding I decided to challenge myself and decided I would hold on until she came back from her meeting. I had no idea how long that would be and the unknowing seemed to make my desperation even worse. By 3 o’clock I was absolutely busting for a wee and sat at my desk wiggling and squirming. I was doing some paperwork but it was getting harder to concentrate as my bladder got more and more full.15 minutes later I was sat on the edge of my chair rocking back and forth desperately trying not to wet my knickers. My bladder was completely full and pushing down hard on my pee hole and I could feel the pee right at the tip wanting to escape. I was begging her to hurry up, waiting for the skype tab to flash orange with a new message. Drops started to dampen my knickers and I had to jam my hand up my skirt against my pussy to stop them turning into leaks. That didn’t last for long and I started leaking. After a few minutes I had lost a few leaks and my knickers were pretty wet. Then I saw what I was waiting for, a new message from skype popped up. I opened it up and she said she was back. I sent a message back saying “oh thank god, I’m bursting for a pee, I have been waiting for you to get back, I need to dash to the loo or i'm gonna wet myself right here”. She messaged back with “mmmm thats hot”. I dashed off to the bathroom and pulled up my skirt. I sat down and my bladder burst through my knickers. It felt so nice to let go and empty my bladder and it was so nice and warm against my pussy. It went on and on and I just sat there sighing as my bladder deflated. Eventually the stream died down and I sat there enjoying the orgasmic feelings of relief. I stood up and went back to my desk. The feeling of my wet knickers rubbing against me felt amazing. I messaged her to tell her I was back and the following conversation happened - Me: I’m back. Her: did you enjoy that? Me: oh god yes, felt so nice, if you had been any longer I would have wet myself. Her: hehe, like I’m almost doing right now. Me: what?? what are you almost doing right now? Her: I’m almost wetting myself, whilst in the meeting the coffee from dinner and the free water in the meeting filled my bladder and for the last half hour of the meeting I was absolutely bursting for a wee”. Me: mmmmmm, thats such a nice thought, I love when people are desperate and stuck in meetings. Why didn’t you go when you came out?. Her: I wanted to come back and ask you permission cos I knew how much you would like my situation. Me: I do love it, the thought of you almost wetting yourself is such a turn on, you can go babe. Her: Well, thats the thing, I am now in another situation. Me: Oh, what’s that? Her: I came back to my desk to ask you permission but you dashed off to pee and I was waiting for you to come back and I underestimated time and now I am on a conference call and can’t leave my desk. Me: oh god, how are you doing babe?. Her: Sat here squirming on the verge of wetting myself, I have to pee so so bad, I am in serious danger of wetting my knickers before this call finishes. The thought of her sitting at her desk so desperate to pee but unable to leave was turning me on like crazy. She had these conference calls a lot, some lasted 20 minutes, some went on for over an hour and knowing she was already almost wetting herself was driving me crazy. As time passed she kept sending me messages telling me how bad she needed to go and each message sent tingles of arousal to my pussy. After 15 minutes she had started dripping and leaking into her knickers and she was begging for the call to end so she could go and have a much needed pee. a couple more minutes passed and she started spurting into her knickers. She was slowly losing control and soaking her knickers and I was soaking my knickers as well. Another few minutes of intense holding on her part passed and a message came through that said the call had ended. I assumed she had dashed off to the loo then suddenly a message popped up that said “oh god babe I can’t move, if I stand up I am going to explode”. I asked her what she was going to do and she sat there for a few minutes and said “well this isn’t the first time I’ve done this”. I asked her what she was doing and she said “I am going to have to pee into the bin, If I don’t I am going to completely soak my knickers”. I picked up on the fact she said it wasn’t the first time and she said “there have been times when I have been having some holding fun and waited a little too long and had to squat and pee in my bin”. I giggled and she said “I just hope no one comes in”.She told me she had pulled her trousers down and was stood dancing in desperation and asked if she could pee. I was too turned on to waste the opportunity. I told her how turned I was and told her to squat over her bin and see how long she could hold it. She told me she was squatted over and she was spurting uncontrollably. I told her she had to keep holding until I had cum. I started rubbing my pussy and she started sending me messages which were designed to make me cum. It didn’t take long for those messages to work their magic and I exploded with orgasmic bliss. When I told her I was cumming she wrote a long “AAAAAHHHHH” and I knew she was peeing. After a couple of minutes she sent a sigh of relief and then we discussed her problem of how she was going to get rid of her bin full of pee. She hid it under her desk and waited until everyone else in the office had gone and then took it over to the bathroom to empty it and wash it out. It was such a hot experience and that evening when she got home she told me stories about the other times she had had to take desperate measures and use her bin and it was such a fun evening. She has also told me a story about another time she was desperate at work and she enjoyed the moment and asked if I could write her a story about it as she isn’t so good at writing so she has sent me the general bullet points and asked if I could turn it into a story that she can keep to remind her of the moment so once I have written it if It is good I might share it here.
  21. As I mentioned in my new year's eve story I had a desperation sighting which I said I would share with you guys so here it is…. After midnight and everyone had celebrated the new year the pub started to quieten down which is usually does as most people leave around half past 12. For the next hour or so the crowd continued to dissipate until there were only regulars left, most of which were our family. At 2 o’clock we closed the bar and started cleaning up. The taxi office across the street had a huge queue of people so Matty offered his dad and uncle a lift home. As they went to get their coats he asked a couple in the corner how they were getting home. They said they would get a taxi and he offered them a lift as well. He came to me and said he was taking them home, then his dad and uncle then he would come back. I let them out and went back to cleaning up. After I finished tidying up behind the bar I cashed up and took the money to the safe then locked up the kitchen. I then went round and locked both the ladies and gents toilets and the cellar. I went back to the bar and chatted to danny who is matty’s cousin. Him and his girlfriend Lucy had come over for New Years and were staying at our house. I stood chatting to danny for 5 minutes then saw Lucy get up and walk over to the ladies toilets. When she got there she obviously found it locked and walked back. I told her I had locked them and said she could use the one in the flat upstairs. She shook her head and said she was fine, she would wait until she got back to ours. I just went with it and didn’t think anymore about it. 10 minutes later my sister and her bf said they were heading home and were taking Alice and an old guy Billy who is one of our regulars. The four of them left leaving me, danny, lucy and a girl called Abby who is a really good friend of ours and we were giving a lift home to save her waiting for a taxi. (I should give a description of Lucy, She is roughly 5 foot 8, shoulder length brunette hair, really cute, athletic build and on this occasion she was wearing a black top and tight white jeans) Matty got back about ten minutes later and whilst he went round and checked everything we all went and got in his car. He came out and locked up and then we set off for Abby’s house. She was sat in the front with Matty and I was sat in the back with Danny and Lucy. I noticed Lucy shifting her legs and and every so often bouncing them. I suddenly remembered that she was going to the toilet but never did, that was almost half an hour ago and I found myself wondering how badly she needed to go. The thought turned me on and I spent the journey to Abby’s house watching her legs bounce. When we got there she was chatting to Matty about the following day and Lucy was looking at them both biting her lip. I was now convinced she was desperate to pee and she looked like she was silently urging them to hurry up and stop talking. When they did finish their conversation Abby said goodbye to us all and got out. I hopped out and got into front seat and we waited until she had gone inside her house. When she got inside and Matty started the engine Lucy suddenly said “I didn’t want to say anything whilst she was here but now she is gone it's less embarrassing”. We all looked at her and she laughed and said “can you hurry up and get back to yours, i’m dying for a wee”. She started bouncing her legs more openly and we all laughed. We set off towards our house and all I could think about was her sitting behind me squirming. She was quiet for pretty much the whole journey until we pulled on the gravel track that leads to our house and she patted Matty on the shoulder and said “come on come on come on”. He laughed and when we were waiting for our gate to open she laughed and said “could this thing go any slower”. We pulled into our drive and parked up and she jumped out and ran over to the door. When she found it locked she started pee dancing and waited for us to come and open it. We all went inside and I kicked off my shoes and started walking upstairs. Matty followed me up and when we walked into our bedroom he asked if I wanted the bathroom and I shook my head and he went into our en-suite.I heard Lucy coming up the stairs and she went into our guest room and put her bag in there then dashed across the landing towards the bathroom. She found it locked and realised someone was in there. She moaned and came to my room and asked who it was. I shouted Alice and she came in so I realised it was my sister and her bf in the shower. She asked me if she could use our bathroom and I said she could, when matty was finished. She walked over to the door and knocked and shouted “hurry up Matty or im gonna wet myself”. She grabbed her crotch and crossed her legs and started dancing”. Watching her dance by the door waiting was so hot and after what she just said I wondered just how close she was to wetting herself”. I watched her for a couple of minutes and then Matty came out and she dashed inside. She came out a few minutes later and smiled and said “woooo feel much better now”. We all laughed and she went to get changed into her pyjamas. We did the same and we all sat in the kitchen having a drink and some supper before we all went to bed. It’s the first time I have met her and I certainly won’t forget her easily.
  22. My last story was about me controlling my gf’s bladder which she absolutely loves and I love being controlled just as much and my husband Matty is my bladder master. It is always a bigger turn when he randomly decides to take control of my bladder rather than a planned holding session. On New Years Eve we were working at our pub as it would be busy and it's always a really good night. Our resident DJ who plays for us every weekend said he would do New Years for us so in the afternoon I went down and helped him set up in his usual place and then headed back home to chill out for a couple of hours. I spent the afternoon watching TV then about half 5 I went and had a shower and got dressed. As I was getting ready Matty came in and asked me if I had pee’d whilst I was in the shower. I said I had and he suddenly pulled me close and said “well that was your last one this year, no more peeing until 2016”. I felt myself become aroused at the thought and looked at the time, 6 hours till midnight. I finished getting ready and then we headed down for the evening. At half 6 our DJ started playing and the evening kicked off. Throughout the evening we had entertainment and events and it was really good fun. As time went on I kept sipping at my drink to keep myself cool as serving drinks constantly was warm work. By 10 o’clock I was starting to feel the effects in my bladder and over the next hour gradually got more and more desperate. By 11 I was busting for a pee and told Matty this. He smiled and glanced at the clock. He leaned down and whispered “only and hour to go” and prodded my bladder playfully. My drinks continued to filter through me and I continued to get more and more desperate. At 11:30 we rang the bell to let people know it was last orders for 2015 as just before midnight we close the bar so that us and the staff can join in the celebrations. We dealt with the rush of people coming to get drinks and then Matty asked me to go sort the Champagne. We give free glasses of Champagne so people can toast new year when it comes so I went to the kitchen to sort it out. I opened the bottles and filled up the glasses. It was then I realised why Matty has asked me to do it. Listening to the champagne pour into the glasses made my desperation so much worse and I took the opportunity whilst I was alone to dance and hold myself to ease the pressure pushing down on my pee hole. After I filled all the glasses I took them out and handed them round to everyone and once everyone had a glass I put the leftover glasses behind the bar and then went to close the doors as we have a policy on New Years that just before Midnight we lock the doors so no one else can come in and then we don’t let anyone else in after Midnight. We do this because of past experiences of people who go looking for anywhere that's open just to get more drink and we don’t want those sorts of people. We stay open until all our customers have had enough and leave but we don’t want staying open for anyone to come in after they have left another pub that's closing. I went round and locked the front and back door and then turned the TV;s on to watch big ben and the fireworks in London. I went and stood behind the bar with Matty and subtly pee danced. Our barmaid noticed and asked if I was okay. I laughed and said “I need a pee but I don’t want to miss midnight”. She laughed and nodded in agreement. Watching the countdown on the TV seemed to make my desperation intensify and I had to cross my legs tight to keep my pee hole closed. The countdown hit zero and Big Ben sounded and everyone cheered in the New Year. Matty wrapped his arms around me and whispered Happy New Year in my ear before kissing me. We kissed for a moment before stopping and raising our glasses. I drank my champagne which really didn’t help my poor bladder and I bobbed slightly as I crossed slightly. Matty suddenly squeezed my bladder and a leak escaped into my knickers. I gasped and he winked at me. We watched as people linked up and sang Auld Lang Syne and then when it finished people the DJ started again and it seemed people were like me in that they were waiting for midnight as when I looked over there was a queue for the bathroom. Not that that was a problem and I could use the one in the flat upstairs. I was about to ask him if I could go pee when he rang the bell telling people the bar was open again and then he went to let people out who wanted to leave. I served drinks to those who came to the bar whilst dancing and trying to keep my knickers dry for a few more minutes. The sound of the beer pouring into the glasses was almost making me leak and I found Matty looking at me smiling. After the initial rush Matty said he was going to the cellar to get some more bottles for the fridge and suddenly grabbed my hand and led me with him. He led me downstairs and pulled me towards him and kissed me. I squirmed in his arms and broke the kiss and told him I was nearly wetting myself. He smiled and said “I know, and it's so sexy watching you squirm”. He stepped back and watched me dancing and grabbing my self up my dress. I asked if I could go and pee and he shook his head and said “you don’t think I’m going to let you waste a perfectly good full bladder do you”. Hearing him say this sent my arousal skyrocketing and I just stood in front of him desperately trying not to pee myself. I managed to stay dry for another few minutes before I started leaking. I pulled my dress up and showed him the wet patch on my knickers that was steadily getting bigger and begged him to let me go pee before I soaked them. He pulled me in front of him and suddenly said “NO” and pushed hard on my bladder. The sudden pressure caused me to lose control for a moment and pee splashed onto the floor below me. I gasped and pushed my hand against my pee hole to stop it all bursting out. He smiled at me and said “take your hand away”. I reluctantly removed my hand and it started leaking out. I told him I couldn’t hold it much longer and he smirked and said “what if i do this”. His hand slid into my knickers and spread my pussy open revealing my trembling pee hole. As soon as he did this the spurts came and I couldn’t stop them. I spurted a few times and then he pushed again on my bladder and I completely lost it. Pee gushed out into my knickers and all over his hand and ran down my legs and all over the floor. I sighed out loud in relief and leaned in and kissed him as my bladder emptied all over. It kept coming and coming and eventually after what felt like forever the stream slowed down and then finished. I let out a long moan feeling relieved and now super horny. He smiled at the puddle on the floor then told me to take my knickers off. I slid them off and he threw a towel at me and I wiped my legs off and then he handed me a fresh pair of knickers. I looked at them and he said “I thought I better bring these in case you couldn’t make it to midnight”. I giggled and slid them on and he put the wet ones in a bag and put them in his pocket. I walked over to the other side of the cellar and he filled one of the buckets we use when we clean the pump lines and filled it with water and threw it across the floor to wash my pee puddle down the drain. He then handed me a crate of bottles for the fridge and smacked my butt and sent me back upstairs to stock the fridges. Needless to say it was a wonderful start to the new year and later on on the way home I had a very nice desperation sighting which made for a nice end to the night which I will write about and post later.
  23. I just remembered another Como experience I had. I don't know how detailed or long this will be as it was quite some time ago. I believe I was about a sophomore in high school. I had just discovered that I was into pee about a year ago and I finally got the courage to start doing holds. I quickly learned that I was very good at them. I could hold for hours without a single leak. And naturally as I kept holding longer and longer I got more and more curious as to how much I could actually hold. I was at the point where I enjoyed holding and masturbating at the same time. I don't know what it was about it it just felt amazing. So I grabbed four bottles of ice mountain and went up to my room to begin. I got on my laptop and pulled up a few of my favorite videos and started drinking. After about two bottles I started to fill up. I could feel myself getting wet so I reached into my shorts and began touching myself. About an hour later I had finished all four bottles and I was filling very quickly. I was nowhere near finishing, but I was fine with that. I was in no rush. But something was different about the way that I was filling. I ws getting so full so fast. So I decided it might be time to let some out before I continued. I walked to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and pushed trying to squeeze a small stream out, but nothing came. I thought I was just nervous that I would let it all go if I let any out so I pushed a little harder, but to my dismay I couldn't pee. I ignored it and went back to my room. I would just hold a little longer, maybe if my need was greater it would come out. I went back to my room and lay in my bed cradling my agonizingly full bladder. It seemed that with every second that went by another ounce would filter into my bladder. I had to pee so bad I was sweating. But I was still enjoying it so I wasn't too worried. Soon I decided I wanted to let a little out. So I went back to the bathroom, but the same problem occurred. Nothing would come out. At this point I was beginning to panic a little. I didn't want to tell my mom I couldn't pee. I also didn't want to admit to what I had been doing. So I sat not the toilet for a while begging my muscles to release and let out the contents of my bladder. But they refused. At this point my bladder was beginning to ache. I needed to pee so badly and I couldn't. I was worried that I had actually hurt myself. I decided to pretend to take a shower. I turned on the water and paced my bathroom floor. I cradled my bladder, rubbing it i soothing circles with my free hand. I could feel my bladder spasm as it tried to release its contents, but nothing came out. I was so full that I could barely breathe. But still I couldn't pee. I had to bend over to get a full breathe in my lungs. I was in so much pain that every step sent jolts up my entire body. But I continued to pace. I needed to fix this. Finally after four hours of not being able to pee I turned off the shower and let the faucet run. I let the warm water surround my body and lay on my back in the tub. I relaxed my body and a small stream of pee leaked out of my urethra. I moaned as the pleasure washed over me. It felt amazing to finally release after holding against my will for so long. But my relief was short lived as my muscles contracted and the stream stop shooting a pain up my urethra. I groaned and curled in on myself. I needed to get this pee out. So I relaxed my body once again despite my pain and let my pee leak out of me once again. In very slow gently burst my bladder began to empty. My bladder had bulged out so far that I looked pregnant. I watched as my bladder began to shrink in my belly. With every drop that emptied I felt another wave of pleasure. After what felt like forever my stream finally ended and I lay in my tub completely drained and finally empty but also so turned on. My faucet was already running and I was already on my back. I'm sure you can do the math.
  24. On Friday I had a desperation sighting and it reminded me of a time I was in the same situation so I thought I would share the sighting and then my own experience…. Let me fill in the background first. I have always loved reading and in the little town I grew up in there was a book shop that sold all the new books and is a modern book shop. However on the outskirts of town there is a little second hand book shop and growing up I used to love going there and looking through all the old books and spending my pocket money on them. As I got older and moved to high school I would sometimes walk that way home and call in and over time I became friends with the guy who owned the shop. When I was 14 I got a Saturday job working there and loved it, then when I went to Sixth Form College I had more time and worked there whenever I had spare time that I wasn’t at college. I continued working there all through my four years of college and then had to leave when I got a full time job. I still went in on a regular basis to feed my reading habit and still remain good friends with Albert the owner. Earlier this year he mentioned he was looking for somebody to work part time in the shop and at the time a girl I knew was looking for a job so I took her down and she started working there. This leads to the sighting on Friday. I was in town having ran some errands and I decided to go and see Albert and probably get some new books. When I got to the shop Lucy was behind the counter and when she saw it was me she waved and I walked over. She told me Albert had popped into town and should be back soon. I said it was fine as I wanted to look round and she asked if I wanted a drink. She made me and herself a cup of tea and we stood chatting for a while. As customers came in and she was dealing with them I wandered round looking for books for myself and slowly made a small pile on the counter. We were stood talking and she kept looking at a customer that was looking at the shelves. The guy picked out a couple of books and came over and paid for them and left. As he walked out of the shop she said “I hope Albert gets back soon, I could do with a pee”. I looked over at her and noticed that she was bouncing her leg against the base of the stool but apart from that she was showing no signs of being desperate. We went back to chatting as I flicked through the newest stock that hadn’t been put out yet and after about ten minutes she grabbed her phone and said “i’ll ring him and see where he’s got to”. I laughed and said “you know Albert, he most likely got sidetracked...or is stood talking to someone”. She laughed and lifted the phone to her ear and after a few seconds she said “hey Albert, just wondering how long you are going to be…...No No everythings fine here….it's just all those cuppa’s you made me earlier are catching up to me and I’m busting for a pee”. She laughed and then said “okay, see you soon”. She hung up the phone and said “he’s on his way back”. I nodded and then realised her issue, the shop doesn’t have a toilet, they always use the bathroom at the hairdressers next door and she was the only one there so couldn’t leave the shop. I turned to her and said “if you want to nip next door to the loo I can watch the shop”. She looked at me for a moment and said “no its okay, what if a customer comes”. I replied “I will tell them you will be back in a minute”. She thought about it but said “no its fine, I don’t want to risk getting in trouble with Albert”. I nodded and went back to looking through the box of books. As I was looking I kept glancing at her and could see her crossing and uncrossing her legs behind the counter and every so often she would bend forward slightly. I would have felt sorry for her but the fact I had given her a solution but she had turned me down negated that and I got turned on watching her subtly pee dance. Another ten minutes passed and she nervously laughed and said “if he doesn’t get back really soon I will have to accept your offer otherwise I’m gonna pee myself”. As she said that she stood up off her stool and squeezed her thighs together. I looked up at her and said “what, sorry I wasn’t paying attention”. I was, I just wanted to hear her say it again. She laughed and replied “I said If Albert doesn’t get back really soon I will have to take your offer to watch the shop so I can go next door to the loo because I’m nearly wetting myself. She danced and when she thought I wasn’t looking grabbed her crotch. After a few minutes of this the door opened and Albert came in. She looked up and saw it was him and said “oh thank god, I’m about to pee myself”. She dashed out of the shop past the window to next door. I spoke to Albert for a few minutes and she came back looking relieved and said “ahhh that’s much better”. I chatted with Albert for a while and then paid for my stuff and headed out. As I drove home I remembered when I got into the exact same situation a few years ago. ----------------------------------------------- It was a normal Friday and I was working in the shop serving customers and stacking shelves. When it got to lunchtime I went to the cafe next door on the other side and got myself a sandwich, a bun and a cup of coffee and came back and ate it in the back room. I finished my lunch break and went back to work. After a couple of hours I felt the need to pee but it wasn’t anything serious and nothing worth stopping working for. As the afternoon went on my bladder slowly filled and I got to the point of it being a prominent need that I couldn’t ignore. Albert said he had to go round the corner to the supermarket and then had a couple of errands to run in town and asked if I was ok watching the shop. I said I was fine and he headed out. I set about pricing up new books ready to put out on the shelves and as I was my bladder continued to fill and I realised the cup of tea I was sipping at wasn’t helping. After a few minutes I was feeling desperate and being stood still I found the need getting worse pretty quick. I finished pricing up and started to put the books out on display. Half an hour later I had put all the newly priced books and I was now stood behind the counter busting for a wee. When I had customers I was distracted but when they left and I was on my own it was hard to focus on anything but my pee filled bladder. As time slowly passed I got more and more desperate and went from 7 to 9 really quick. I stood behind the counter dancing and bouncing on my feet, crossing my legs and every so often when I got a desperate urge I would grab my crotch to help ease the pressure. Another ten minutes passed and I was starting to worry. I was now bursting for a wee and feeling like I was going to wet my knickers at any moment. I stood with my hand jammed between my legs holding against my pee hole to ease the pressure. Unfortunately a customer came in and I had to let go and as I did I felt my knickers dampen as a small drip escaped. I cursed the customer as she slowly looked round whilst I stood subtly dancing behind the counter trying desperately to keep my knickers dry. Eventually she picked something, paid and left. When she left I broke out into a pee dance and grabbed myself to bring the pressure back down. The need lessened slightly but I was still almost having an accident in my knickers. A few minutes passed and I was starting to drip from my pee hole and I knew I would have find a solution and fast. Just as I was thinking about what I could Albert came back and I tried to look calm and when he went into the back room I shouted “i’m just popping out i'll be back in a minute”. He shouted back his acknowledgement and I quickly walked out of the shop. I stopped dead when I saw a sign in the door of the hairdressers saying they had shut early that day. Seeing that made me leak into my knickers and I grabbed my pussy through my leggings not caring who saw. The cafe was shut as well as they closed after the lunch rush. The nearest toilets were in the supermarket round the corner but I knew if I went there I would burst before I got there, I was already leaking uncontrollably. I quickly walked around the back of the buildings to the alley where we keep the dumpsters. As I walked along my pee hole kept opening and leaking into my knickers which were now very wet. I walked down the alley and ducked behind a dumpster and quickly yanked down my leggings and knickers. The moment they were out of the way my bladder gave in and a stream erupted from my pee hole. I quickly squatted down and sighed in relief as my bladder emptied full force onto the pavement below me. It felt so good to let it out and I pee’d for well over a minute. Once the stream died down I pulled my knickers back up and got turned on when I felt the pee soaked fabric on my pussy. I pulled my leggings back up and went back to work like nothing had happened. ----------------------------------------------- I came back to reality and realised I had driven home. I got out of the car and found myself very aroused as a result of Lucy’s desperation and thinking about what happened to me and went inside and took care of my pressing need.
  25. Check Mate - A Desperate Experience from my School Years A true experience, remembered from a long time ago, and fictionalised as best I can.......: Several years ago, when I was at secondary school (High School for those in the USA!) I was a member of the school chess team. We used to play tournaments at our school, and visiting other schools. These always took place after the end of the school day. We always played in school uniform as we were representing the school, so I was dressed in my grey school trousers, white shirt, blue and yellow school tie, and my blue school blazer. So on this day, I'd done a full school day, then after school, we all got into the minibus, and drove across the town to a school on the other side where todays tournament was happening. I'd gone for a pee earlier in the afternoon, but didn't go before we left. But really, I should have been fine. We arrived at the school and went into the classroom where the tournament was happening. An average classroom, brown wooden parquet floor, grey and white wooden desks, with metal legs. Plastic school chairs. Windows down one side of the room looked out onto the twilight of the winters afternoon. It was all set out as usual, with 6 or 7 desks pulled out, a chair on each side, and a chess board between. Water was provided - two cups and two bottles on each desk. First game underway, and I was concentrating hard, absentmindedly drinking water as I pondered and considered my moves. Forty-five minutes later, the match was over. I won. When each pair had finished their first round match, we all swapped round, reset the chessboards, and the waters got replenished. It was pretty hot and stuffy in the classroom, the heating full blast on this cold winters day, so plenty of the water was being drunk. A general hubbub of conversation surrounded the reset, scraping of chairs on the floor as people stretched their legs. The second round started, the room fell silent again, only broken by the occasional scuffing of the chess pieces being moved on the boards, and the sounds of water being poured and drunk. This match went long. About an hour later, my opponent finally check mated me, and it was over. By this time, I was aware that the water I had drunk was beginning to have an effect on my bladder. I needed a pee. Not desperately yet, but the sensation was there - the tension in my bladder, the pinpricking urge in the end of my penis. My game was the last one to finish, so we were quickly reset, and into the third and final round. I was still pretty confident that I could make it through this game and back to my school, then go for a pee. I sat down opposite my opponent, and crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together for a moment as I did so. My urge subsided slightly. I looked across at my opponent. A very pretty girl, of about my own age. Helena. As she opened the game, I shifted in my seat, and crossed my legs the other way. It helped a bit, but my bladder was filling. I could really feel the tension in my lower abdomen, the urge in my crotch intensified. I wiggled slightly in my chair, trying to numb the urges, and focussed on the game. Helena was a good player - challenging every attack I made, constantly on the ball, making her moves quickly, precisely. We played on, my fidgeting growing as time passed. I was really in a bad way by now, desperate to pee, clenching and clenching my muscles, trying to fidget as little as possible so that hopefully neither Helena nor anyone else would realise my predicament. I was at that shy stage of young teenage years where you really don't like to admit to the need for bodily functions - particularly not in front of pretty girls that you've only just met. Our game lasted fifty minutes, give or take a few. Helena won. She probably would have on any day, but today especially, I simply couldn't focus properly. I made silly mistakes, and she immediately seized on them and capitalised. I shook hands with her, pushed my chair back, and carefully stood up, clenching hard to avoid shaking my legs or squirming. It was no good. There was no way I was going to make it through the minibus ride back to school. I looked for a teacher, found one, and asked if I could use a toilet. He frowned. It was 5pm by now, way after the school would normally be open and the caretakers might have started shutting up for the night. They might still be open though and he told me where they were. So far, I'd managed all this pretty discreetly, but then to my horror he called Helena over - "Helena, could you show this young man where the boys toilets are?" I blushed, crimson red, a prickly heat of embarrassment flowing over me. But I was in no position to back out - I HAD to go. Standing on the spot I was fighting the urge to squirm and jiggle up and down, or grab myself to numb the desperate urge in my penis for a moment. A delicate blush painted Helena's cheek - she too, was clearly not comfortable. She led the way out of the room, down the corridor. I tried to keep a step or two behind her, so that she wouldn't notice my sightly stiff walk, my hand in my pocket, my occasional squeezing of my penis as I fought to hold my desperate young bladder. Turn, first left, then right. Up another corridor. Silence. No small talk. Helena walked hurriedly, not turning to look at me. The sound of her steps on the tiled floor echoed in the empty corridor. I shuffled equally hurriedly behind her. Please let them be open. Please. Please. Please. As we approached the toilets, I gave my penis one last squeeze and clenched hard. Just in time. Helena turned to face me. "Here they are." "Thank you!" I turned to the door and pushed it. Unyeilding. Locked. My heart sank. It must have showed in my face. "Wait," Helena said, "I'll try the girls for you, I can always stand outside and make sure nobody goes in." I could have kissed her. Though clearly embarrassed by the whole situation, she was trying her best for me. She stepped across the corridor to the girls. Taking the opportunity of her turned back, I bounced up and down behind her, squeezing my legs together, fighting, fighting, fighting to hold it in. Helena raised a hand to the girls toilet door and pushed. It too was locked. I began to panic. There was no way I could hold it all the way home. I straightened up just before she turned back to me, but not quite in time. She caught me straightening, and immediately looked away. "Are you going to be ok?" she asked, real concern in her voice. "Yes," I lied, "I'll be fine, I'll just wait till we get back." Back through the corridors, Helena walking ahead of me, me lagging behind, hand in my pocket again, squeezing my penis, desperately trying to numb the intense urge in it's tip enough to keep my pee in. I could feel the muscles in the base of my penis fluttering with the effort of clenching, and the fullness of my bladder heavy in my lower abdomen. As we reached the classroom again my teammates were just leaving to get back on the bus. I turned to follow them. "Bye,' said Helena suddenly, "sorry I could't help." I turned, briefly forced a smile, then followed out of the building towards the bus. I chose a seat at the back of the bus, with a row to myself. The bus was a 16 seater, and there were only 7 in the chess team, so spreading out was not a problem thank goodness. As the bus pulled out of the school, I sat and squirmed in my seat, willing my muscles to hold on that little bit longer, willing my bladder to be big enough to hold to school. Minutes passed. The bus rocked, shuddered and jolted as we drove back through the town, every jolt, every turn sending spasms through my bladder. About half way home the urge intensified suddenly. I clenched hard, sat forward, rocked back and forth in my seat, grabbed my penis and squeezed for all I was worth. Clench. Clench. I felt my muscles flutter. CLENCH. Squeeze. Flutter again. I felt a spurt escape, felt it flow though my tubes, felt it come out of the tip, and felt it's dampness against my fingers through my trousers. Shit. Panicking, I bounced up and down, violently squeezing myself, clenching as hard as I could. Another spurt. Another, another. I was losing control. I could feel my boxers growing wet around me, as I kept squeezing myself I could feel the crotch of my trousers dampening against my fingers. Shit, shit, shit. I looked around. Nobody was watching, everyone else looking out of the windows of the bus into the darkness as we drove through the housing estate around the school. Nearly there. Squirming and clenching like mad, I regained a bit of control, and held back the spurting. I looked down at my crotch. Even in the darkness of the bus I could see my trousers had a wet patch. How was I going to get off the bus? I did up my blazer. It covered my crotch, just. I kept squirming, kept clenching - if I could just hold on 5 more minutes I could be off the bus and into the toilets at school. The minutes passed slowly. My young, tired muscles struggled. I felt another spurt escape, fresh wetness flowing into my boxers and trousers. Grabbing myself and squeezing myself I stopped the flow again. I could feel the pee against the inside of my leg, the fabric of my trousers growing wet from it. The bus stopped. Engine died into silence. Among the bustle of people getting bags and coats I gingerly stood, one hand in my pocket, one hand holding my blazer in place trying to disguise that I had started to wet myself. Everyone got off the bus ahead of me. I shuffled down it, and stepped off, every step I took threatening to overpower my control, threatening my clenched muscles. Another spurt. I squeezed myself and kept squeezing, trying to physically prevent any more pee coming out, though I could feel my full, tortured, tired bladder contracting, trying to force it out. I could't clench against it anymore, I just couldn't. My muscles had given up. I tried as hard as I could to keep tightening them against the flow. The urge I felt was unbearable, my bladder contracting, forcing pee through my penis, my hand squeezing it closed. Half running, half shuffling I made for the Lower School building. The lights were still on. I could see a cleaner inside. I felt trickle of pee escape, running out of me, into my crotch. I could feel the warm wet feeling spread down my leg. Into the building, past the cleaner. Crashed into the unlocked door of the boys toilet. In front of a urinal. Hand away. I clenched as hard as I could to hold it back, but I couldn't. As I struggled with my fly, bouncing and squirming like mad, the dam burst and I felt my pee spraying out of me, into my uniform trousers. Fly undone. Hand in through the fly, grabbed my penis and pulled it out, spraying pee everywhere as I did. Aim. Unclench. Release. The spurting spray turned into a torrent against the urinal. I felt my whole body relax, the tension of the last hour flowing out of me. My boxers, the crotch of my trousers and the inside of my trouser legs were soaked. Finally, my flow subsided. Final couple of spurts, shake, and put myself away and re-zipped my fly. My blazer could't cover the damage anymore. I walked quickly past the cleaner, blushing beat red, hoping against hope they wouldn't notice. I pushed open the school door and walked out into the night air, for a very damp walk home. Cg125