The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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I have the impression that many of the girls i have seen here that are obviously desperate are coming from the cinema... After maybe 5 minutes of pee-pee dancing overheard her tell her friend how bad she needed to go, and she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

Soon i noticed two girls on one of the bus stops. They must have arrived minutes earlier, as i hadn't seen them before. They were both in the middle of their twenties i guess. Her face was paniced for a moment. When this one was over she put her hand under her skirt for a second. It looked like she rubbed the inside of her thighs, just under her crotch. This one also happened late in the evening. I was waiting at the same bus stop when i noticed a group of 4 people.

She got out the sleeping bag, dressed in just an old tshirt and panties, and started looking for some shorts or trousers to put on. The search was hard, it was a complete mess in the tent, and every few seconds she had to stop, curtsey and grab her crotch. It was a pretty big tent that you could stand up in. I noticed her because she was crossing her legs and fidgeting quite a lot. The two girls was chatting. A collection of drabbles from Tumblr requests. 98% omo, but a few chapters are not. Tags to be added as it updates. Will start a new work (part 2) when I reach chapter 100. Series Language: English Words: 69,148 Chapters: 99/100 Comments: 192 Kudos: 752 Bookmarks: 36 Hits: 38,916 I love basically holding at more , but i it is absolutely hot too, to watch a girl pee, especially if she was holding it for so long and if she is needing it so really, really bad.

These are a few short stories about my experiences with some ex girlfriends at music festivals. I’ve only typed one out so far but there have been a few and I’ll keep adding if you’re interested! Would love to hear other people’s stories too! I had been at the cinema in the city centre with some friends a sunday night. After saying goodbye to the others i went towards the nearby bus-stops.It was around 21:30 in the night and many people was coming and going in the area. People was coming in waves from the cinemas.

Now she started lifting up her legs repeatedly, like walking on the spot for periods. She was biting her lip often, and she looked more concerned. Are there toilets round here?” She asked quietly as we were walking past some pop up food vans. There were not. Candice was recently on a four-hour West Coast road trip and didn’t feel comfortable going into a rest stop to pee. Instead, she settled for some bushes next to a parking lot. “I am extremely pee shy, like it just simply will not come out if I think I’m being watched, even if I’m in a stall with a friend at a bar,” she says. Hidden behind greenery, she started peeing, but halfway through, she realized that she was exposed to the highway. “And yet,” she says. “my pee flowed on, much to my surprise. It was liberating.”

She had a very troubled look in her face. From her words, and her troubled voice it seemed like she had just realized that she wasn't going to make it. Stop it stop it stop it” cried Jane, both hands in her crotch now, her white skirt pushed against her panties so hard she was straining with her arms. She said this with a low voice, but i was close enough to hear it. She did her knee bending/bounching while saying this.

She did a little pee-pee dance there, after she found the cinema closed. Her bathroom break was canceled. She had now abandoned any pretense of hiding her predicament from me (although she was still managing to keep pretty quiet so the rest of the bus didn’t know). Both hands were thrust into her crotch and she was bouncing up and down. “Oh god oh god oh god. I have never been this desperate in my life” Robyn was beside herself. Seeing (and feeling) her friend peeing so much and so close to her had sent her bladder into overdrive. From my phone call shortly afterwards: As the rules of polite living rewrite themselves for an unprecedented age, so do the rules of polite peeing. Cleo, the woman who bought five female urination devices, puts it best—“Spoiler alert: MEN HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR A LONG TIME.”Inbetween all the squirming she often bent her knees repeatedly, making her bounche a little up and down. Everytime she did this she took a breath and looked like she had a freezing. I can’t hold it any more!” She said. I had only taken out a few pegs and there wasn’t much earth to aim for yet so I kept pulling at the ground sheet. But she wasn’t kidding. It really was the end of the road for her tortured, bursting bladder. She did the knee bending more and more often as time passed. She often folded her hands in front of her skirt as she stood there squirming.