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  1. Okay, it's been ages, but finally a part 3: "Whew," Mia breathed out as she finished a lap around the training fields. The cold morning air sent a chill through her body, even as sweat dripped from her face. She was alone on the practice field, the parking lot nearby empty except for her car. The team had the day off, so only a handful of players and staff would be here today. Mia, of course, was taking this time to get some extra training in. It was no coincidence she was the team's best player and captain. She didn't mind the solitude. It allowed her to focus on training with no other distractions. Reaching down to her watch, she clicked a timer for a 5 minute rest, which would then be followed by some agility drills. Mia rested her hands on her knees, her body still recovering from several laps around the facility. She bent over, picking her water bottle off the ground. It was light, already nearly empty. She took a final swig and tossed it on the ground next to her travel mug, also empty. A large kick of caffeine was a staple for Mia to kickstart her morning workouts. As she rested, Mia breathed heavily. She could feel her strength slowly coming back as her heart beat slowed from its rapid pulse. But her recovering senses also alerted her to another feeling - a strong pressure, coming from the lower part of her abdomen. "Dammit," Mia mumbled to herself. She had been repeatedly ignoring the urge all morning, but it was getting more and more difficult to keep putting off. The urge had first struck much earlier, as she traveled down the freeway on her way here. The glass of water she drank with breakfast was just barely tingling against her bladder. Not strong at all, but just enough to be noticable. While driving, she sipped coffee from her mug, the same one now lying empty next to her. By the time she arrived, the feeling in her bladder had gotten a little bit worse, but still felt manageable. Unfortunately for Mia, the building wasn't even open yet, as only a skeleton crew of staff would be there on the team's day off. That meant no open restrooms yet, either. The last couple hours though, she had been working so hard she forgot about it completely. During that time she had downed her other large bottle, full of a water and electrolyte mix. Mia obviously took her hydration seriously, knowing how critical it is to athletic performance. She did, however, know a little too well the consequences of all that hydration. Mia tended to get hyper focused on her workout, and combined with her large fluid intake, she often didn't notice her filing bladder until it was an absolute emergency. And today was no exception. The last time she peed must have been at like 5am when she got out of bed. It was just past 8 now, three hours later, and all that liquid and caffeine now really needed somewhere to go. Mia glanced at her watch. Someone would arrive by 9:00 to open the building at the latest. If she was lucky they would be there by 8:30. Mia noticed her 5 minute rest was already halfway up, and she still needed to set up for the next drill. She walked over to her equipment bag, pulling out a set of shallow cones. As she bent down to place each one, she winced as she felt her bladder compress. Still, Mia pressed on, determined as ever. She finished setting up the cones and got ready to start her agility drill. Her watched beeped, and off she went. The first few rounds were hard. She was slower than usual as each high step jabbed into her aching bladder. It was really getting bad now. By the time she finished, Mia was just glad the workout hadn't made her pee herself. She scanned her surroundings, as if suddenly a port-o-potty would appear behind her. Or even a bush she could squat behind. But all around her was still empty field, with nowhere to pee. Mia racked her desperate brain for options. She looked at her watch. It had only been 15 minutes. Her urge somehow felt like it had doubled though in that small amount of time. She just had to press on though. Distracting herself was the only way she was going to make it. It wasn't the first time she had to contain her bursting bladder through practice or even an actual match with thousands watching. After a quick breath, she tried to resume her workout. Mia's bladder was too full to be ignored this time, though, and the rapid motion of her legs sent a spasm through her bladder with every step. "Shit," she moaned, grabbing her crotch ocassionally as she tried to press on. But she couldn't even focus on her drill. Her mind was racing, thinking only about how to relieve her desperate urge. She stopped running, focusing all attention to holding it. She checked the crotch of her shorts. A few dribbles had already wet them slightly while she tried to continue training. And there was no sign of staff to open up the building anytime soon. She had already been debating her options. Go back to the car and pee in something? She only had her bottles, which was kind of gross if she ever wanted to drink from them again. Run to the trees at the edge of the field? There was a major road there and someone might see. After another quick look around and desperate spasm from her bladder, Mia made her decision to take the quickest option. She grabbed the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down as she entered a deep squat. Her athletic thighs and ass were exposed to the world, as countless numbers of her fans could only dream of seeing. Biting her lip, a stream escaped from her, making a deadened splash as it flowed onto the dirt and grass below her. She breathed out a sigh as the stream grew, quickly rising from a trickle to full on gushing as the fluids emptied out. Her bladder was finally free from the pressure of holding back all three massive drinks from this morning. As Mia let go, she relaxed, and the desperation clouding her mind slowly cleared away. But she began to think, and her heart raced. What was she doing? What if she got caught? A fan with a camera . . . or one of the staff sneaking up on her. . . The team captain publicly urinating on the practice field. It would be all over the internet. The comments she would get from opposing players and fans. But her stream just kept coming and coming, soaking the earth below her. She couldn't stop if she wanted to, not to mention how good the relief felt. But finally, it felt like it was starting to slow down. Then she heard a noise. The sound of a car door. She glanced up, her heart racing. She tried to contract her urethra, pulling her shorts up rapidly. She didn't quite manage to stop the flow in time though, and a dribble of pee further dampened her underwear. The majority of the urgency was gone, but it was a little unsatisfying to not be completely empty after all that. She looked around. Was anyone actually there? Or was she just imagining it all because she was scared? Mia almost jumped as she turned and saw Sam, one of the trainers, approaching her from far away. Sam gave her a smile and friendly wave. Mia had no idea what Sam had seen, if anything. Mia jogged out to meet her, trying to distance herself as much as possible from the damp patch and the smell. "You're here early," Sam greeted her, shouting over the distance. "Working hard as always." Sam's eyes traveled up and down Mia, seemingly taking in every piece of the striker's body. But Mia's heart was racing so fast, all she could manage was a short "yeah.." "You okay?" Sam asked, sensing something was off. "Oh, uh … just tired," Mia responded. "Hard workout." She either hadn't seen anything or was doing a very good job of hiding it, Mia thought. "I'm opening up today," Sam told her, as the two finally reached each other. "Feel free to stop inside if you need anything. Water, equipment. Bathroom. That's an important one," Sam joked. Mia's head nearly exploded, though Sam's comment could have been a complete coincidence. "YeahthanksSam," was all she could blurt out. "Well, let me know if you need anything," Sam continued with an eyebrow raised. "I'll be in my office." Mia's bladder twinged again as Sam left her with her thoughts. There wasn't much urine left in there, but after being stretched out so much, the small remaining amount still irritated her. She didn't want to look too suspicious though, so she walked back to her cones and decided to finish up this one drill. She had to move the cones first though, as in her desperate state, she had peed right in the middle of where she was running, right next to one of the cones. She grabbed the nearest cone, realizing it was slightly wet. And not from the grass. Shaking the cone dry, she moved it away from her puddle and got to work.
  2. This is probably the best thing I've seen on this site lol. As soon as I heard about this, I knew it would end up here
  3. Been meaning to write some more Dota fiction for a while. Mainly being inspired by my own desperation in the middle of a game. I mean, if I have to pee, surely some of the heroes will as well -- and they don't have the luxury of running to the bathroom. ------------------------------------------------- Wei vanished into thin air, her form disappearing in a puff of blue particles. She rematerialized up a cliff, away from danger. "Dammit," she cursed. Her team had just been denied another push into the enemy base, her team retreating to safety. Wei looked at the clock. An hour into the game, and her team was still unable to push onto the enemy high ground, despite their significant advantage. The Sniper on the enemy team was making it very difficult to make any progress, and they were stuck in a stalemate. Wei was frustrated, obviously because she wanted to win the game, but there was another reason she wished the game could end quickly. "My bladder is killing me," she moaned to herself, hunching over as she felt another pulse of desperation. The fight over, she returned to farming, angrily slashing at creeps to collect gold. Her already aching bladder pulsed with every swipe of her blades. Early on in the game, Wei had struggled against the enemy legion commander in lane. She took heavy damage on several occasions, barely managing to stay alive. To get her health back quickly, she ended up downing three healing salves over the first 15 minutes of the game. They brought her health back quickly and allowed her to still have a good game. But now in the late stages of the game, Wei was feeling the salves' other effects. Every female hero knew healing salves were a potent diuretic. It was a much bigger problem for them than the male heroes, who often could do their business in the jungle without missing a beat. Juggernaut had even (impressively) learned to take a piss while rapidly spinning during Blade Fury. The female heroes didn't have that same luxury. Squatting in the jungle made you vulnerable, unable to react to a planned ambush or even just an unlucky encounter with an enemy. At best that meant losing time and gold, at worst it could mean a major shift in the balance of the game. Every heroine had her way of dealing with the urge. A few of the . . . bolder ones would simply pee right in the safety of base. Some would risk it and try to find a hidden spot to empty her bladder. But Wei could never forget the time she ended a long, drawn out stalemate by catching Drow Ranger on the enemy team with her pants down, bow in the dirt, and a strong stream of pee coming from underneath her. And she didn't want to expose herself to her entire team either. *What would the Anti-Mage think?* she pondered. Years of training and mediation under his mentorship had sharpened her body and mind, and nothing would distract her from the war at hand. "My blades are an extension of my hands. My hands are an extension of my -- fuckk I have to pee." Perhaps Wei overestimated her abilities. If you would have asked her, she never had any trouble holding it. But often times the end of a match meant an urgent rush to a toilet for Wei. A wet spot on her crotch was not uncommon either. In the last fight, Wei was so distracted by her bladder, she failed to even land her ult properly. Not that she would admit that. "I just have to . . . focus," she grunted, continuing to ignore her bladder. Just at that moment, a spurt of pee dampened the crotch of her tight outfight. Wei gritted her teeth and ignored it. Her powerful thighs trembled as she tried to hold it. She lost another spurt. "Shit," she cursed. A drop of pee ran down her leg. Wei stumbled further into the jungle as she lost another spurt. She desperately teleported into a patch of trees. Before she could even think, Wei's bladder gave in. Rivulets pee began to soak through her suit, flowing down her muscular legs and onto the ground. "Oh, fuck," she moaned as she continued to piss. She was in so much shock she just stood there, thighs pressed together as she wet her skin tight leggings. She gave up trying to control the stream, as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as the powerful, disciplined warrior gave in to her bladder. Wei's puddle grew underneath her, soaking her feet and the earth underneath her. Her stream finally died down as Wei blinked back to reality. "Fuck," she groaned, still a little shocked at what she had just done. Embarrassed, she shuffled out from behind the trees, grateful that none of her teammates (or worse, the enemy) were nearby. She started to collect her thoughts. "This is embarrassing," she muttered, "but god, did I need that." She felt free and light, no longer burdened by a nagging bladder. A sense of calm came over her. She was now free to focus her full attention on the enemy, no longer fighting her own body. They still had a good shot at winning this. "The Anti-Mage taught me to be practical, and to win at all costs." Wei reflected. Was keeping her panties dry really worth hurting her chances at winning the battle of the ancients? Wei would have to think about that some more. Though she had no idea how to explain the smell to the rest of her team.
  4. Yazmin leaned forward into a yoga pose, her nude body lean and toned as she voiced instructions to her class. "Exhale as you lean forward . . . aand inhale as you come back up. One more time." With one leg bent in front of her, and the other extended in the back, the young yoga instructor leaned into the pose again. Her large breasts pressed against her front leg as she stretched. She felt the stretch pushing up through her legs and hips, watching as her naked students imitated her. The movements put pressure on her front side, compressing her bladder, and making her feel the urge to pee. Yazmin had felt the pressure building through class, and now an hour in it was getting hard to ignore. She had a big mug of tea right before class, plus the usual water to stay hydrated, and it was all catching up to her. It didn't help that the yoga poses repeatedly put pressure on her full bladder. Not to mention there's just something about being naked that makes you need to go. It definitely made her students feel the need. As the class slipped into child's pose, Yazmin caught a pretty brunette in the back getting up and discreetly making her way to the door. Her steps were short and tense, and she held her arm nervously. The bathroom was right outside off the hall, so even through the closed door Yazmin could faintly hear the girl's stream splashing into the water. Her own bladder trembled at the sound, which seemed like it went on for at least a full minute. The girl soon returned to class, looking much more loose and relaxed (if not a bit embarrassed) as she returned to her spot. Yazmin soon took to walking around the class, supposedly to help her students, but mainly because moving around helped her control the urge. Only a few minutes later, Yazmin noticed a blonde girl in the front who looked like she was struggling with a pose. Yazmin was going to go over to help when the blonde quickly got up and speed walked to the door. Yazmin swore she saw what could have been a drop of pee dribbling down the girls leg. But, no, it must have just been sweat, right? But as she passed by where the girl had been sitting, Yazmin noticed a small wet spot on the empty mat. In her rush, the blonde girl had forgotten to close the studio door on her way out, so Yazmin could very clearly hear the bathroom door slam and what sounded like a very strong stream hitting the bowl. Yazmin's bladder spasmed again, and she felt a drop of pee slowly running down her inner thigh, dribbling onto the floor as she returned to her yoga mat in the front. She looked up at the clock. Only 15 minutes left. Not long at all, but still an eternity for a bursting bladder. If only she could excuse herself without making it obvious. She could never embarrass herself like that. Well, maybe not never . . .more often than she'd like to admit, Yazmin reached the point where she just couldn't hold it until the end of class. She always made some excuse about how it was important to listen to your body as she awkwardly left the room. Which was true, really. But if she followed her own advice she would probably pee more often and spend less time desperately holding it until the end of class. And here she was again, trying to act normal in front of her students as she struggled to hold back the flood inside of her. Yazmin tried to focus on leading the class, but she spent most of the last 10 minutes trying to come up with a way to end class early and run to the bathroom without being obvious. -- Yazmin sat up into a cross legged pose one last time. By now, her legs were shaking and she had definitely leaked into the mat, though she didn't dare to check how much damage she had done. She gently dismissed her class, hoping that no one would notice the drops now regularly leaking from her urethra. The class took an agonizingly long time to pack up and go, leaving Yazmin to sit there in torture. Finally the last girl left the room, closing the door behind her. Yazmin bent forward, pushing her hands into her bare crotch, finally able to squirm as much as she wanted. She could feel the wetness with her hands, and when she dared look down the wet spot on her mat was easily the size of her palm. She blushed, thinking there was no way someone hadn't noticed. Sitting there with the whole class watching, trying to act normal as she silently lost control over her most basic bodily functions. The idea actually turned her on a bit, and all the attention down there made her pussy ache with arousal. Before she knew it, her left hand slowly made its way up to her breast, grabbing it and teasing her nipple. Yazmin took a deep breath, feeling Athe arousal coursed through her body. Her muscles began to relax, and a stream escaped from her. She struggled to regain control, losing a few more spurts before finally stopping the stream Even though she had lost a decent volume, getting a taste of relief only seemed to make her need worse. She could still feel the warm piss spreading beneath her ass and thighs as she continued to bounce on the mat. She needed a toilet so bad, but she was so horny at the same time. Yazmin laid back on her mat, inserting two fingers into herself, rubbing in and out as her breathing became more ragged. Yazmin was so turned on it took her no time at all to cum hard, trying to suppress her moans in case anyone was still in the next room over. Still in her state of bliss, her bladder gave in, pumping out the rest of its contents onto the floor. She laid there for a second, trying to gather both her breath and her thoughts. Her bladder finally empty and her desires taken care of, Yazmin felt incredibly relaxed. She didn't know what to think really. Her body felt great after such a spontaneous cum. But she sure made a mess all over her yoga mat.
  5. Leading up to her excusing herself, there are a few snippets where she looks visibly uncomfortable: 43:50, 45:52, 46:48, 54:00 Then the one at 54:00 is a really nice long shot of her squirming a bit and obviously desperate 😝 Also kinda cute to see her embarrassed as she comes back in stage at 1:00:56
  6. Part 2 - Kinda short but there should be more coming Finally done with the day, Sam made her way out of the stadium and across the parking lot to her car. She was just about ready to start up the car and go when she felt another pang from her bladder. It was definitely worse than she had first thought. But to go to the bathrooms she'd have to go all the way back across the parking lot, back into the stadium, and ... it was just too far. It wasn't a long drive home and it's not like she hadn't been in worse situations with her bladder. On the way home, Sam's thoughts kept wandering back to Mia's desperate rush to the toilet. There was something strangely intriguing about it. Mia seemed almost superhuman: professional athlete, team captain, had the looks of a model. Yet there she was, struggling to keep control of her bladder. And Sam was in a similar situation herself, still not relived since before the game. Every time she moved her foot on the pedals, she felt the liquid inside of her shift around, a constant reminder of her need. She didnt understand why, but that feeling, along with thinking about Mia's desperation, had her extremely turned on. The drive home felt twice as long as normal, but she finally made it, running straight to the bathroom. The second she got her panties off, pee starting flowing out of her before she had even sat down on the seat. But Sam didnt really care right now. Her entire body shuddered as she released a powerful stream into the toilet. Peeing had never felt so good. Before she was even done, she was touching herself, getting pee on her fingers and spraying more onto the seat. She kept going, her clit loving every second of attention until she quickly came. Her body buckled as she enjoyed the release of both her bladder and sexual tension. After cumming Sam just sat on the toilet for a second, still in a bit of a daze. She had made a mess of her toilet, pee on the seat and on the floor, but for now she just needed to enjoy the moment a little bit longer. And maybe think about Mia desperate for a toilet a little more.
  7. Yeah, definitely better to not take pictures of people in potentially embarrassing situations and post them without their consent
  8. Dang I thought I proofread it well . . . Thanks for pointing it out, though I dont think I can edit it 😕
  9. Sam hurried into the locker room, her blonde bob bouncing as she carried a mess of clipboards and towels in her arms. Her job as a trainer for a women's soccer team was always busy, especially right after a match. They had just won an important cup fixture that meant they would be moving on to the quarter finals, and the players were making their way back to the locker room. Even though the game was over, Sam was still in work mode. She still had to check in with the rest of the staff, make sure all the equipment got put back in the right place, and check up on the players for any minor injuries. It was a hectic job at times, but there was no doubt Sam enjoyed it. She had worked hard to get to this spot. Plus, being surrounded by fit, attractive women running around in soccer shorts all day was definitely an added perk. Not that she didnt keep it professional. She took her job seriously after all. But what she fantasized about ince she got home was her own business. Just as she finally found a place to put down all the equipment, Sam began doing the rounds to check in on all the players. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be good, especially with everyone's spirits bolstered after the win. What soon caught her eye though was Mia, the team's star striker walking back to her locker a little bit gingerly. It was probably nothing, but since no one else seemed to have any problems, Sam figured it wouldn't hurt. Not to mention that Mia was not only the best player and team captain, but easily the most gorgeous as well. Everything about her was perfect, from her long, toned legs to her sleek black hair tied back in a ponytail. Sam couldnt help but feel like a drooling, anxious mess around that girl. "Hey, are you alright Mia?" Now that they were next to each other it made it obvious how tall Mia really was. "Yeah, I'm fine," Mia replied, though her body language still felt tense. "Oh, it just looked like you had a slight limp. I thought you might be hurt or something" "Oh, uh ... I'm fine it's nothing, really." The tension in her voice was still there though. "Are you sure? Dont be afraid to admit you're hurt. Even if it's only a minor injury, we still need to make sure you get prop-" "Okay fine, Mia, look, I'm not hurt I just . . . I drank like a hundred gallons of water during the game and it's about to end up all over this fucking floor if you dont let me go like right now." Mia dashed off, nearly knocking Sam off balance and leaving her with a surprised expression on her face. -- Once the postgame rush had died down a bit, Sam was organizing some equipment when Mia approached her again. She had already changed into her street clothes, but her jeans and T-shirt still gave her a sexy casual look that sent a shiver down Sam's spine. "Hey Sam, sorry about earlier. I was a little brash and I ... think I almost knocked you over" "Oh, dont worry about it," Sam laughed. God, the fact that Mia was apologizing so sweetly really turned her on for some reason. "I'd be the same way if someone got in the way of my emergency toilet break." She was definitely able to relate. Sam had her fair share of being stuck on the sideline during a game with thousands of fans watching her try not to squirm as she struggled to contain her full bladder. Well, they were all focused on the game and not her, but at least that's what it felt like sometimes. "Well I'm glad you understand," Mia laughed. "It actually happens a lot with the ridiculous amount we have to hydrate." Now that she thought about it, it wasnt uncommon for Sam to see a few girls make a beeline for the toilets right at halftime or the end of a game. Sometimes she was one of them. "Anyways," Mia continued, putting her hand on Mia's shoulder, "I appreciate you were just trying to help. You've always done a really good job for the team, and your job is just as important as any of the players here." The touch and high praise of the team's best player was a little too much for Sam to handle. "I, uh ... thanks" she managed to stammer. "Anyways, I'll see you in practice this week" Mia said, and was off. Sam's own bladder started to make itself known now that she had a second alone. She hadn't gone since before the game, but she had been so busy she hadn't noticed her bladder filling up. She thought about peeing before she packed up and left, but something compelled her to hold it until she got home. -- Will continue with part 2 if theres enough interest!
  10. Julie sat by herself, waiting for her golf teammate, Anna, to arrive. She was supposed to be meeting her 15 minutes ago, but Anna had got stuck in traffic and wouldn't arrive for another 15 minutes. In the meantime, Julie had made her way to the clubhouse and ordered something to drink while she waited. Having nothing better to do, Julie absentmindedly sipped on the large coffee she had ordered as she watched other golfers through the window. Julie felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Anna had finally made it and was in the parking lot. Julie quickly finished off the last couple swigs of her drink, and went out to meet her. By the time Julie got there, Anna had already unloaded all her equipment from the trunk. They were both anxious to get out on the course, so they grabbed their clubs and immediately got started. As they asked out towards the first hole, Julie felt the heat beating down in her. But Anna came prepared, handing Julie a water bottle as they got to the first hole. "Hot out today -- don't forget to stay hydrated!" Anna reminded her. The first couple holes went well for Julie. She was a much less experienced golfer than Anna, had but managed to keep pace with her so far. Not even today's hot weather could throw her off, though she had already finished off the first bottle of water Anna gave her and started on a second. Julie soon started to notice a familiar pressure in her bladder. All that coffee she drank earlier was getting ready to come out. Now that they were past the second hole, it would be quite a walk back to the clubhouse at this point. And they still had easily a few more hours before they got through all 18 holes. At the rate her bladder was filling, there was no way Julie would last that long. By the time they finished the fourth hole, Julie was starting to get desperate. The coffee already was already more than enough to fill her bladder. Once all that water she'd been drinking hit her, she'd have a serious emergency on her hands. As they made their way to hole 5, Julie's mind was much more focused on ways she could empty her bladder than the next round of golf. With the state her bladder was in, every tree and bush they passed looked like a potential spot for relief. But Julie was much too embarrassed to ask Anna to stop and wait for her while she peed in a bush. Her bladder was so full, Julie had trouble keeping still during her swing, and hole 5 was a complete disaster for her. Fortunately, Anna also struggled on the hole, which made Julie's mishits seem less bad. Anna even missed an easy put, which was really surprising. Anna had been a really consistent putter as long as Julie had known her. Thanks to their mishaps, that hole had taken a long time, and Julie was ready to burst. As they walked to the sixth hole, it felt like her bladder could release all its contents with every step. She'd just have to get over her embarrassment and ask Julie to take a break. They had just reached hole 6; now would be the perfect time. But before she could ask, Anna spoke up. "Hey, could you go first for this hole? Thanks." Anna always went first when they played, but when Julie turned around to ask about it, Anna had disappeared. But there was no way Julie was taking this next shot on a full bladder. She'd just end up soaking herself, no doubt. Anna was still nowhere to be seen. She began to wander a little, trying to find her while simultaneously looking for a nice hidden spot to relieve herself. Julie spotted a good area behind some foliage to privately relieve her bladder. As she turned the corner round a bush, she was surprised to find Anna pulling up her pants, a large wet spot soaking into the ground next to her. It didnt take Julie long to put two and two together. "O-oh hey Julie," Anna said, looking embarrassed. "I just, uh, you know, sometimes you --" But the sight of Anna's relief was too much for Julie's bursting bladder. She tore off her pants and crouched down right next to Anna's puddle. Her gates had already opened, her piss flowing freely into the ground. It felt so good to let go after holding back so much pee. Julie's urine soaked the grass, her whole body releasing tension as her bladder relaxed. By the time she finally finished, Anna gave her a sympathetic look. "Gotta do what you gotta do sometimes." Feeling much better with empty bladders, the girls continued on with their game. -- It was around the ninth hole when Anna told her, "I think I need to go again." "Guess that makes two of us."
  11. Glad you liked it. This was kind of an experiment for me in writing a story in first person, so I didn't necessarily have plans to continue. But I think it turned out well, and if you guys liked it, I don't see any reason not to develop this further 😉
  12. This was good! It would be awesome to see a story of her desperate during a match
  13. "I'll be done in just a few more minutes," I said, pulling various pieces of camera equipment from the back of my car. "It was already a long-ass drive to get here," Lauren teased me, "And now you're making me wait even more?" She rolled her eyes playfully. Lauren was always a fun model to work with. Really pretty, good sense of humor, and well, maybe I'm crazy, but it felt like there was ... something between us. Now, I know most guys would kill to make money off taking photos of attractive girls, but it's not as glamorous as you'd think. A lot of the models keep it very professional, and I'm sure they get more than their fair share of unsolicited attention from guys, so I'm not about to go and potentially piss off one of my clients. Plus, you end up spending more time promoting your pictures than actually taking them anyways. So it's not all as fun as it seems. That being said, Lauren was definitely the exception. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, drinking that huge coffee she had been sipping the entire way here. It was definitely a bit of a drive to get out here, but there was this weird abandoned structure out here that would make for a really good photoshoot. She was tapping her foot impatiently when I finally was ready. She spoke up at almost the same time as I did. "Hey I'll be right b-" "Okay, finally ready over here. Oh, sorry, did you need something?" She hesitated. "Uh ... no, I'm good. Let's go," she decided, giving me another quick smile. I shrugged as she tossed her now empty cup in the car and we made our way into a forested area. The photoshoot started off well, and we seemed to be enjoying each others' company. Though she seemed to be a little fidgety for some of the poses. Almost like she had to pee or something. My mind went back to the huge coffee she had on the way here. But I figured I was just seeing what I wanted to see, and forgot about it. But a little while later she confirmed my suspicions. "Hey, could we take a quick break? Just for a second?" she asked, shifting around. "You alright?" "Its fine, I just, uh, nature calls hahah. I ... kinda drank a lot on the way here," she said, looking a little embarrassed. I felt a little sympathy, but I couldn't just let it stop there. "The, uh, lighting is just perfect right now, and if we wait we might lose it. Can we keep going a little longer?" "Oh .... yeah, that's fine. It's not too bad yet." Though the way she was standing with her thighs pressed together seemed to disagree with that statement. We continued on. We were going to take some underwear shots, the idea of which already had me half hard, especially after seeing how desperate she was right now. "Alright, you wanna take those clothes off now?" She giggled and said "Anything that means I get to pee sooner." I watched as she pulled her clothes off. God, she had such a perfect body. A petite frame but she was fit and had tits that would surprise you. Getting undressed had obviously made it her desperation that much worse, and she was dancing around enough to make it difficult to get photos in. I figured it was time to let her go. But before I could say anything, I noticed a damp spot forming on her panties. "Shit," she swore, dashing off behind a bush. I heard her moan, and then the sound of a massive torrent of pee shooting hard into the underbrush below. The bush wasnt exactly that thick either, and I could still see like 50% of her crouching down and letting her bladder loose. I could barely believe what I was seeing. I stared at her figure behind the bush, as the stream went hard for what felt like an entire minute. Once the sounds finally stopped, I went over to check on her. She was sitting on the ground, her panties still around her ankles (they took a bit of a soaking themselves), with a huge damp spot near her soaking into the dirt and leaves. She looked almost exhausted from holding back and releasing all that pee. She startled a bit when she noticed me, covering up her exposed bits with her hands. "SorryIdranksomuchIthoughtIcouldholditbut -" I crouched down and put my hand on her shoulder. "Its fine," I smiled. "You didn't tell me you had to go THAT bad" She looked like she was about to say something when our eyes locked. God, she was gorgeous. Next thing I knew I was pulling her against me, and we were making our hard right next to her puddle of piss. The whole situation had us both so turned on. We finally broke off, both of us a little bit shy after everything that had just happened. I finally broke the silence. "So ... you wanna come back to my place after we finish up the photoshoot?" She just gave me a smile as she got up and pulled her soaked panties back on. "Guess we won't be taking any shots of my lower half from now on." I got up and went to find wherever the hell I left my equipment.
  14. Sophie sat in her chair at the top of the chairlift, watching the empty chairs climb to the top and circle back down again. It wasn't exactly the most exciting job, but for legal reasons they had to have someone up there at any given time. And it was Sophie's turn to take the shift today. Basically all she had to do was radio down to the base if anything went wrong with the lift, which literally never happened.Not to mention that it was the early morning shift in the middle of summer, so it was even more dead than usual. Sophie brought a coffee up with her just to keep herself awake. At least in the winter there'd be snow to shovel. But she was getting paid to do pretty much nothing, so she couldn't really complain.All in all, it wasn't a bad setup. The only problem was the lack of access to the facilities during her three hour shift. Once she finished her coffee, she would almost certainly need a bathroom break sooner rather than later. Luckily for her, one of her co-workers had showed her a secret little spot nearby hidden behind some bushes where you would be totally invisible to the public in case of an "absolute emergency."Though with the frequency Sophie used it, they were less "emergencies" as they were "regular bathroom breaks." Nearly every morning shift she took full advantage of her secret toilet. Every once in a while, just one trip wasn't even enough to comfortable make it through her shift (usually on days when she sucked down an extra large coffee I stead of her normal medium).She wasn't really supposed to leave the lift unattended like that, even if it was only for a minute or two. But what was she gonna do? Wet herself? It's not like anyone would notice she was gone.Though recently, Sophie had been trying to train her bladder so she could hold longer until she could last the whole three hours (whether it was to be a good employee, or just for fun, she wasn't sure).Today, her goal was to try and hold it up to the two hour mark. It wasn't going too well, though. It was only an hour in and she already really had to go. It was kind of her fault though, since she had forgot to pee before starting her shift, so it had been almost three hours since she used the toilet after getting up this morning. That wouldn't have been too bad on it's own, but she had also already sucked down almost her entire coffee, and her nearly empty cup stood in front of her almost tauntingly. She wasn't going to give up just yet though, even if she normally would have gone quite a while ago.But with all that coffee rushing through her system, Sophie's resolve only lasted barely another 15 minutes. Her poor bladder felt just about ready to explode all over her chair. If she didnt go now, Sophie worried she was about to make a mess right where she sat.She gingerly got up, ready to sneak over to her secret pee place, when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her manager, Veronica, riding up the otherwise empty lift. That was close. If she had been caught abandoning her post, she definitely would have been punished, or could even have lost her job. But her bladder was still at its breaking point, and Sophie didn't know how much longer she could delay relief.Veronica made it to the top of the lift and hopped off as they exchanged greetings. As she approached, Veronica asked "Are you okay Sophie? You look a little ... on edge today.""Yeah, I'm fine," Sophie lied. But in reality, her bladder was dying for a release as she tried not to wet herself in front of her boss. Sophie sat and crossed her legs as tight as she could, as Veronica began updating her on some changes they were making to procedures around the lift.The thing with Veronica is, she liked to talk. Like, a lot. This could have easily been a 5 minute conversation, but Veronica went on for easily 20 minutes, Sophie leaking slowly into her panties the entire time. At this point she was paying zero attention to her manager, completely focused on not losing control full stop. She just nodded every once in a while, pretending to be listening as she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could.Finally, Veronica's monologue came to an end as she began to shift around impatiently. "Well, I'd love to talk to you more, but I had a ton of coffee this morning and well, that stuff goes right through me! I have no idea how you guys last so long up here without a bathroom. I'd probably have to take a break in the woods!" Veronica joked, looking directly at Sophie's now empty cup of coffee.Sophie could just manage to fake a laugh as Veronica got back on the lift back down to the main resort to find a toilet.The second she was gone, Sophie had one thing on her mind. She had already leaked so much, the wetness glistening on her chair and the back of her jeans as she got up. Losing all that liquid hadn't helped her need in the slightest though. As she got up, she lost a big spurt into her pants, on the brink of soaking herself. There was no time to run to her normal hiding spot now.She did the only thing she could, yanking down her pants right there. Whatever control she had left was gone, her stream splattering onto the cold metal floor as her body shuddered with relief. Pissing had never felt this good, and Sophie made no effort to control the torrent gushing out of her and splashing everywhere. She didnt care if anyone saw her bent over, making a huge mess. She just had to let go.As the intensity finally passed its peak, Sophie sighed as her bladder began to slow down its assault. She had only needed to go that bad maybe once in her life before. Finally her stream slowed down to a trickle, as she took in a long, deep breath. God, it felt so good to finally relax her now empty bladder.But looking around, Sophie there was a wet spot on her chair, and the floor around her was covered in her pee. Not to mention the obvious wet spot in the crotch of her jeans. She had some cleaning up to do before anyone saw the mess she had just made.
  15. Watch right at 47:50 when they take the picture at the end. Looks like she gets into a pretty awkward pose just to hold it. The way she's sitting throughout most of it makes it look like she does have to go too. Nervous expression and subtle legs bouncing as early as 13:50.
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