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    pguy69 reacted to Quackduck for a blog entry, Desperate Sex   
    POV: BRYCE
    I’ve always been into pee, particularly desperation. The only person I’ve ever told is this girl I went on a few dates with named Kara.
    Our first date was at the movies. We got popcorn and a large drink, which I didn’t even think we’d finish, but she got up and got a refill about halfway through. I barely had any, but Kara managed to finish the whole thing!
    After the movie, she excused herself to the bathroom. On the way home, though, I noticed she was squirming and fidgeting, but I didn’t think much of it. As soon as we got to my house, she made a beeline for the bathroom. We started making out in my room. When it started to go somewhere, she said
    ”Hold on, I’ll be right back. I gotta pee.”
    ”Are you alright?”
    ”Yeah, why?”
    ”You’ve been going to the bathroom a lot.”
    Her cheeks went a little red. “Well... Whenever I have sex, I make sure my bladder’s really full so I can pee afterwards. It helps to prevent pregnancy.”
    ”Really?” I asked. She nodded.
    ”Plus, I read it can make it more pleasurable. I drank too much though. I don’t want to have to pee too badly. It gets distracting, and kind of painful, so I go to the bathroom and let a little bit out.” I noticed she was bent over a bit.
    ”I mean, the fuller the better, right? Like, wouldn’t you want to pee as much as possible afterwards?”
    She hesitated. “I guess, yeah,” she said, and sat back down. In hindsight, this was kind of sadistic on my part, but knowing her bladder was so overfull while I was fucking her drove me crazy. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. As soon as I came, she said “Okay, let me up.” She rushed to the toilet without shutting the door, sighing as her strong urine stream hissed out of her like a firehose.
    Our next date was at a restauraunt. She went through the drinks like nothing, excusing herself to the bathroom numerous times.
    POV: KARA
    On the drive home, I had to pee so bad I couldn’t think about anything else. Bryce’s parents were going out, so we were going to his house again. I’m not supposed to be there after dark.
    I wanted to pee a little bit as soon as we got there, but he was oddly enthusiastic about going straight to his bedroom. I decided I’d go as soon as we were undressed. A little while later, though, we heard something downstairs.
    ”Oh, shit,” he said, and hurriedly got all his clothes back on.
    We hadn’t done anything yet, but I had already undressed down to my underwear. I was about to excuse myself to the restroom before we heard it. My bladder was swollen with hot piss and I couldn’t keep still. I was squirming a lot and occasionally squeezing myself.
    ”I need you to hide in the closet,” he told me. “My parents are super strict, they can’t see you here right now. I’m gonna go see what they’re doing home.”
    He left before I could ask him what to do about my urgent need. I had to go so badly, but I hid in the closet anyway. Pretty soon, I was marching around and holding myself, rubbing in between my legs occasionally.
    ”Oh my god,” I groaned quietly. My bladder was full to bursting. I needed to pee so bad I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it. Finally, I heard the car leave the driveway and he came back in the room. I came out, trembling and holding myself.
    ”Sorry it took so long,” he said, “my mom lost her purse. She’s freaking out. They’re going to check—“
    ”I’m sorry, I can’t hold it. I have to pee so bad.” I went towards the bathroom.
    “Wait!” he said, “I think you should hold it.”
    I shook my head. “I’m gonna explode.”
    ”No, just think about it. A full bladder supposed to make sex more pleasurable. If you’re really bursting, this’ll be, like, the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”
    ”I really don’t think-“
    ”If you change your mind at any point, you can just run to the bathroom and come back.”
    ”Fuck, I need to go, though!”
    ”It’s not like you can get hurt from holding your pee or anything.”
    I was stepping around and squeezing my pussy intermittently  with both hands inside my underwear. “I guess,” I said, hoping I could hold it. When I got in the bed, I could feel the liquid sloshing around inside of me. He pulled my panties off and it got even harder to hold
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    pguy69 reacted to Gemmy for a blog entry, Broken Breathalyzer   
    She stared at the red light and then at the completely empty road in front of her. She could never understand why the traffic lights were always red when there was no other vehicle in sight. All she knew was she wanted to get home. It had been a long stressful week at work and she was looking forward to the weekend. She would have been home hours ago but her colleagues had decided to go to the pub and unwind and had invited her along. She would have normally declined the offer but with the week she had had she felt like she could do with a couple of drinks to relax, and it had done the trick, a nice pub lunch and a few drinks had made her feel a lot better and now all she could think about was getting home, getting out of her work clothes and sinking into a nice bubble bath and letting her cares drift away.
    The light turned green and she pulled off and drove up the main road through the city. Before long she came to yet another red light. She cursed under her breath and brought the car to a stop. Not only was she looking forward to getting home and relaxing she was starting to need to pee. She shifted in her seat thinking back to the moment she decided to forgo using the toilets at the pub and thinking now that might have been a mistake. She hated using the toilets whilst out drinking, not because she disliked them but from past experience she knew once she broke the seal she would be peeing all night so even if she had pee'd before she left she would still have needed to pee when she got home. Luckily she wasn't too desperate but it was another 10 minutes before she would get home and the way her bladder felt she knew it would fill up pretty fast. The bottle of wine she had drunk would find its way there before long. Finally the light turned green and she set off, at least no she was out of the city and shouldn't have any more hold ups. As she drove along her bladder filled up and before she long she was feeling an ever increasing need to empty her bladder. By the time she pulled onto the end of her street she was busting and was dreaming about getting to the bathroom and releasing the contents of her bladder. She pulled up outside her house and killed the engine. Just as she was sorting her belongings into her bag there was a bright blue flash. She looked in the rear view mirror and saw a black BMW with flashing blue lights in the grill. She wasn't sure what it was doing but she honestly didn't care, she was finally home. She stepped out of the car and as she did a voice said “excuse me ma'am, stay where you are”. She looked round and saw a police officer walking towards her.
    “Can I help you” she asked him quizzically.
    “We have had an anonymous tip off that you may be driving this vehicle whilst under the influence of alcohol so I just need to ask you a few questions, come and sit in the back seat of my car”.
    She thought about protesting but decided just to get it over with. After all she hadn't had that much to drink and knew that if she had to blow into the machine thing that coppers use that she wouldn't likely be over the limit. She walked over to the back door of the BMW that he was holding open for her and she slid in to the back seat. He walked round the car and got into the drivers seat and swung round in his seat to face her. “This is just a routine stop” he informed her “we got a call saying the occupant of this car was seen drinking in the Black Bull pub on New street and then seen to get in the vehicle and drive off. We just need to follow up on that call and ask you a few questions. She acknowledged him to say she understood and her mind drifted, thinking who could have possibly made that call, one of her colleagues, someone in the pub, someone in the street?. Either way it didn't matter, she was confident she would pass the breath test and everything else would check out.
    “first off I need your name” he asked her.
    “Amy Stephenson”
    “do you have any ID Amy?”.
    She reached into her handbag and pulled out her driving license passing it to him. He checked the details and passed it back happy she was telling the truth.
    “Is that your car”. He enquired. She said it was and he asked if it was insured which she said it was. He turned to the front and radioed for a vehicle check and read out the registration number. As he was waiting for the results to come back and there was silence she suddenly had nothing else to concentrate on but her now really full bladder. She squeezed her legs together. Jiggling them slightly as her bladder pushed down on her pee hole trying to make it open. She heard the results coming back on the radio and urged the process to hurry up so she could just go inside and use the bathroom.
    “Everything checks out with the vehicle Miss Stephenson, now I just need to ask you a few questions, have you consumed any alcohol this evening?”
    “erm...yeah, I went out after work and had a couple of drinks”.
    “how much did you have to drink?”
    “A couple of glasses wine” she replied, and boy did she know it, she could feel the wine pressing against her pee hole with increasing pressure.
    “and how long ago did you last consume alcohol”
    “about half and hour ago”.
    “Okay, I just need you to provide a sample of breath to determine the amount of alcohol in your bloodstream, if you refuse or fail to provide a sample you will be arrested and taken to the station to provide a sample, do you understand”.
    “I do, and im happy to provide a sample” she replied.
    He reached under the seat and pulled out the machine which she recognised as a breathalyser. He fitted the mouth piece to the machine and then went silent for a moment. She took the opportunity whilst he wasn't looking to squirm around in her seat. Her bladder was getting really full and desperately wanted to be emptied, which if she didn't allow it to soon it would happen involuntarily. Still at least once she had provided a sample of breath and had a lecture she would be able to do just that. He turned round and she stopped squirming. “I'm afraid something seems to be wrong with the machine”.
    “what does that mean” she asked.
    “It means that we won't be able to use it to take your breath sample, which means we can either go down to the station and use the machine there or I can radio and get a nearby unit to come and bring their machine, which I'm sure you would prefer the latter” and with that he got on the radio and asked who was the nearest unit. She zoned out from what he was saying as she had gone back to concentrating on keeping control of her bladder. She hoped another unit was close by and wouldn't take long to get here as with each passing minute the chances of her having an accident were getting more real. She could comfortably hold on for a bit longer but soon she knew it would start getting harder to keep control.
    “Amy....a unit is on the way and bringing their machine, they should be here in about 10 minutes”.
    She said “okay that's fine” but her mind was saying “oh god 10 minutes, come on you can do it, just keep holding a bit longer”. 5 minutes passed and she was starting to get worried, she felt on the verge of wetting herself, a feeling she hadn't felt for years. What would happen if she did wet herself, besides it being utterly embarrassing she had no idea what would happen to her if she did pee in the back of the car, would it be considered damage of property? would she be arrested? She really didn't want to find out.
    “excuse me....how long do you think they will be?”
    “not long now, a couple of minutes, why, you in a rush” he joked.
    “kind of, its just I....i kind of need to......i really need a pee”
    “oh....well like I said it shouldn't be too long now”
    “is there any way I could go use the bathroom in my house, it will only take a couple of minutes”
    “unfortunately I can't, if you were to leave now it would be looked up on that you were refusing to give a sample of breath and I would have to arrest you so you will just have to sit tight for a few minutes”.
    Easy for you to say she thought to herself, he wasn't the one on the verge of having a huge pee accident. She squirmed around like mad and suddenly she felt a little drip escape past her pee hole and dampen the crotch of her knickers. She longed to press her hand against her pee hole but her skirt was too tight for her to do so so she had to squeeze her legs tightly shut in the hope of clamping the hole shut. On top of that her skirt was pressing hard into her bladder making it so much harder to hold and resolved if she didn't do something it would be her downfall. She reached to the side of her skirt and slowly pulled the zip down loosening the waistband. A huge pressure was lifted from her bladder and it felt a little easier to hold....only a little though, she was still bursting. Another small drip escaped.....and another. She could feel them squeezing past her pee hole and dampening the crotch of her knickers. A light appeared at the end of the street and got closer. A police car pulled up at the side of the car and two policemen got out and walked over to the car and handed over the breathalyser. The officer in the front seat took it and set it up.
    “right, I need you to blow into the tube until I say stop”. She leant forward and as she did it pressed on her bladder causing a small leak to shoot into her knickers. She winced and wrapped her lips around the tube and blew.
    “keep going....keep going....keep going......stop”. He took the machine away and waited for the result. A couple of seconds later the machine beeped and he said “okay you scored 31, the legal limit is 35 so you are under”. She sighed a breath of relief, if she had being over she knew she would have definitely not have made it to police station without soaking herself.
    “Sorry for the inconvenience” he said “but you understand we have to follow up on these tip off's as drink driving is something we are trying to clamp down on”.
    “yeah yeah I understand, you are just doing your job, please can I go now, I really do need to pee and if I stay in your car much longer its going to get wet”.
    “oh yeah, hang on”. He got out and walked round to open her door. She suddenly realised her skirt was open and if she stood up it would fall down. She pulled the zip up which put pressure back on her bladder and she winced in pain. God she had to pee. He opened the door and she stood up and as she did a leak shot into her knickers and she gasped. He looked at her concerned and she said “just a bit cold”. He nodded and said “have a good night” and walked back round and got in the car and drove off. The moment he got out of sight she broke out into a spectacular pee dance. She darted up her garden path towards her door and when she got there she opened her bag to get her keys. God where were they, she fished around in her bag all the while bouncing and dancing on the spot desperately trying not to burst. She could not find them and at first had the horrifying thought that she had lost them at the pub but then realised in her haste to get out of the car earlier they must have fallen out. She hobbled down the path to her car and there they were on the passenger seat. She bent down to pick them up and as she did a huge leak sprayed into her knickers. She gasped out loud, she couldn't wet herself now, not after holding it for so long. She raced back to her door and after fumbling with the keys finally opened the door. She fell through it and as she did a spurt shot into her knickers and soaked through to her skirt.
    She kicked off her shoes and set off up the stairs. She was starting to lose it, she could feel spurts bursting past her pee hole and starting to run down her legs. She reached the top of the stairs and ran towards the bathroom. She burst through the door and the moment her eyes landed on the toilet she felt it. Her muscles relaxed and the pee started to trickle out. She could feel it thundering down towards her pee hole and knew this was it. She didn't have time to take her skirt off, she didn't have time to get her knickers down. She was about to wet herself. She made a quick decision and jumped into the bath tub. Just as she did her pee hole erupted and the contents of her bladder came flooding out soaking her knickers and skirt instantly. She sighed in relief as the pressure she had been feeling for ages lifted. It felt wonderful. She got lost in the feeling. This was without doubt the best pee she had ever had. Eventually the stream slowed down and slowly came to a stop. She looked down. Her skirt was wet through, her legs were dripping with pee, her socks were soaked through. She couldn't believe it, there she was, 27 years old woman who had just wet herself like a little girl. Yet there was something wrong....she was a 27 year old woman who had just wet herself like a little girl yet she didn't feel a shred of embarrassment or annoyance at the fact. In fact she felt amazing. She felt the unmistakeable warm tingly feeling of arousal in her pussy. Why was she turned on, she couldn't work it out. She should have felt embarrassed about having an accident but she didn't. She felt turned on....more turned on than she had felt for a long time.
    She slid her skirt off and tossed it to the bottom of the bath. She looked round and caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked at herself standing in her pee soaked knickers and as she did she felt her pussy quiver with excitement. The more she looked the more excited she got. She didn't know why, she didn't even care why, all she knew was it felt amazing to be so insanely horny. She couldn't help it any longer. Her hand slid down and pressed against her clit through her wet knickers. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. She rubbed against it and the feeling was incredible. Within a few seconds of rubbing she was on the edge of orgasm. She was unsure what was happening but just went with it. She thought about how she had almost wet her knickers in the back of the police car and imagined if she had done.....for some reason she imagined bursting and the police officer getting angry and punishing her for being so naughty. That thought sent her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her so hard and she slid down the wall as her legs gave way beneath her. She laid there in post orgasmic bliss. She had never had an orgasm like that before. She was shocked at her own mind, she was normally so shy about sexual things but suddenly she was imagining being spanked by a police officer for wetting her knickers. She had no idea what had caused that but knew she had to feel it again.
    She ran herself a bubble bath and had a nice long soak. By the time she got out and dried off her bladder had filled up again. She looked at the toilet but decided to experiment. She went and put her Pyjama bottoms on and drank some water. Before long she was dancing around her bedroom in utter desperation. She had never had to pee so bad before in her life. She kept thinking about going to the toilet but told herself to keep holding. It was starting to hurt but this pain was different, the more her bladder hurt the more turned on she felt. Her bladder was pushing down onto her g-spot and making her horny as hell. She wanted this feeling to last forever but before long she started leaking. She did everything to keep holding but eventually she exploded and soaked her pyjama bottoms in pee. The feeling of being so naughty and peeing herself was turning her on immensely. She threw herself onto her bed and played with herself in her wet pyjamas and had countless unbelievable orgasms.
    The next thing she knew the room was filled with light. She opened her eyes and saw daylight pouring in through the window. She glanced at the clock and saw it was 9:22. She moved to get up and suddenly noticed her pants felt damp....then she remembered, she must have passed out from pleasure. She had no idea where she would go with this new discovery, she just knew the feelings it gave where like nothing she felt before and from here on out she would be Amy Stephenson, the girl who pee's herself for pleasure.
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    pguy69 got a reaction from WiiGuy86 for a blog entry, Debbie's Story   
    Debbie felt a little bit out of place to be honest. Here she was on a night out with her work colleagues, but she was almost 10 years older than all of the other girls she was out with. That doesn't sound like much, but when you are 28, and your colleagues are all 18 and 19, it really does start to make you feel old! She was very grateful though that she worked with a great bunch of girls who went out of their way to make her feel part of the group. She was always invited on nights out, and she often went, enjoying them greatly. She did feel very pressured to 'keep up' with the youngsters, and this group of youngsters liked to drink. She wasn't a prude at all, but she was sure they drank a hell of a lot more on nights out now than they did when she was a teenager! That wasn't a huge problem, but what it did lead to was the others looking up to her, and when she tried to keep up, she tended to get very drunk! Last month they'd all gone out for Alison's 19th, and after a hard night of partying they were out of cash and ended up walking home! She was disgusted that as they approached the end of her street 3 of the girls had popped a squat in an alleyway, and despite her own urges, she was forced to stand guard! She'd made it home, just, but it had been a mad, frantic dash up the stairs to the toilet when she got there! This had been her first night out since, and she had been quite upset by how desperate she got, how she actually feared that she was going to pee herself, and how, when the other girls were peeing in the alley, it was just assumed that a sensible girl of her age would be able to hold it til she got to a toilet! What was worse was that she was very shy about such things, and even though she was going frantic while she was standing guard, as desperate as she'd ever been in her life, having to watch on as 3 girls found their relief, she couldn't bring herself to admit her need. The following week she had thought about little else, but she had decided that tonight was the night she would go out again. It was Sophie's leaving do, and all the girls were keen for her to come, so she would just have to be more careful what she drank. She couldn't allow herself to be caught short again!
    They had met in a Wetherspoons bar at 7:30, and they had had a great night, all her doubts were quickly laid to left, and Sophie was getting a great send off. She was only drinking wine, instead of lager like she normally did, and she "Broke the seal" at about 9. She was still worried about what had happened last time, but a bottle of wine in her inhibitions were starting to drop a bit! Sophie, Emily and Lisa, had been drinking loads, as ever, and were starting to get on her case a bit about how slowly she was drinking. At 10 O'clock she went to the loo. She needed to go, but was managing it quite well, she trotted in, and wandered into a cubicle. She was wearing jeans tonight as she was a bit paranoid about her figure. The younger girls were all wearing pretty little dresses and short skirts, but jeans were much more appropriate for Debbie, or so she thought anyway, just another of her insecurities, in reality, she had a great figure for a woman of her age!
    Anyway, as she locked the cubicle, she pulled down her jeans and her baby pink, cotton boyshorts around her knees, and she held a high squat above the toilet as she started to void her bladder. as her stream gushed out of her she heard the door of the ladies room smash open fast.
    "Come on, come on" stammered a voice outside her cubicle loudly "I neeed a weeeee here, hurry up, gotta go, gotta go" whimpered the voice, as Debbie's pee continued unabated.
    "Oh GOD, what are you doing in there". She shouted.
    Debbie knew how she felt, and tried to force her pee out quicker, she had no desire to cause anyone pain! As her stream dribbled to a finish she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped herself, when she heard the toilet in the next cubicle flush, and the bolt slide over. She heard frantic movement as as the desperate girl obviously hurried in. "Oh thank god" gasped the mystery voice, as the door slammed shut and bolted. There was a rustling sound of clothes being frantically moved around, Debbie was almost transfixed as she heard the audible thud of a desperate girl collapsing onto the seat, and then an audible hiss, as she exploded with a furious deluge of pent up pee.
    "AHhhhhhhhhhh" moaned the voice, as Debbie almost felt her relief, she had never heard such a furious pee stream, and it went on and on and on. Another toilet flushed and Debbie came back to her senses, pulling up her knickers and jeans, and flushing her toilet.
    When she went back down to the main bar, her mind was refocussed on peeing. She couldn't let herself get desperate again.
    "Debbie babe" shouted Lisa, "was there a queue or what, you've been ages, here I got you a pint" and she handed her a pint of lager. Her heart sank, but what could she do, she sat and drank the lager. As she was finishing it up it was decided that they would move on the the local 'fun pub' there were only 4 girls left now, Debbie, Lisa, Sophie and Emily. So it was decided they would walk. Debbie started towards the toilets, but realised the other girls weren't bothering, and were already heading outside! She groaned a little, but in truth she didn't really need to go, she was just being paranoid, so she hurried off and caught them up, it was only a 15 minute walk, she'd be fine!
    As soon as they got outside and the cold night air hit them, she felt a slight pang from her bladder, and at the same time Sophie said she kinda needed to go.
    "Its only 5 minutes away, you can go at the next place" said Lisa. Debbie knew it was more like 15, but she was confident they would be fine, so they set off on their way.
    5 minutes later, Sophie needed to go badly, and was starting to make a bit of a fuss!
    "Why did I not go back in to Weatherspoons", she asked, no-one in particular, "I can't wait long when I've been drinking, I'm absolutely bursting over here".
    "Me too" chimed Emily, "its definitely a mad dash to the little girls room when we get there".
    Debbie too was starting to feel a distinct urge, made worse by her fears caused by their last outing. The girls desperate commentary was not going to help her "For fuck's sake" she said, "come on girls, its not far away, stop making such a fuss".
    They continued on their way, but Sophie's was complaining more about her desperation almost literally by the second. As they finally neared the club, they rounded the final corner, and they noticed that there was a queue to get into the bar. Debbie groaned inside. The last 5 minutes seemed to have increased her need massively, and she was really starting to worry. Her stomach was developing a dull ache, and her bladder was making itself very known.
    "Oh my god, I can't do it" stammered Sophie as soon as she spotted the queue, "we need to go somewhere else, I can't stand in a queue".
    Emily looked just as shocked, "Where can we go though, I neeeeed a weeee, but where else is there"
    Debbie could have burst into tears at this, there was no way she could go through that again, she was getting quite desperate, and she did not want to have to watch the young girls peeing in public again, and there was absolutely no way she could do that! She just couldn't, she felt she would rather wet herself before resorting to such measures. Lisa came to her aid this time though:
    "Come on guys, its only a couple of minutes" she said, "its busy because its cheap, thats why were here, there will be a queue wherever we go, just cross your legs",
    "ohmygod" said Sophie, "I know you're right, but oooh it hurts! OK, OK" she stammered, trying to calm down, as they reached the end of the queue "It can't take long though, I'm having an emergency here"
    Emily had fallen quiet now, but was stood with her thighs were pressed tightly together, bouncing on the spot slightly. It looked as though she couldn't stand still for a second.
    Debbie knew exactly how they felt. She couldn't believe how quickly her need had grown, she was starting to really panic now, as there were still 18 people ahead of them in the line.
    5 minutes later and the queue had gone down, so there were just 5 people ahead of the girls. They were grateful that the queue was moving fairly quickly, but Debbie was getting more desperate by the second. Why had she drunk that pint of lager, she knew that once she had broken the seal lager just made her need to go every 10 minutes. She groaned as a really strong urge hit her, bending at the waist slightly, trying to avoid making a fuss, another spasm hit, and she tried to pull her jeans up hard, the seam cutting hard into her vulva. Sophie's desperation seemed to have increased just as rapidly, and she was seriously pee dancing now, almost none stop, even pressing her hand into her crotch.
    "What is taking so long?" she shouted, "Please hurry, some of us need a pee".
    Debbie was embarrassed that Sophie was making such a fuss, she knew they were the centre of attention. Sophie was vocally frantic, and Emily was jigging around like her life depended on it, ooohing and ahhing and whimpering like a bursting schoolgirl. Debbie was starting to feel pretty frantic too, she was trying to hide it but it was becoming increasingly difficult. How could she have let herself get like this again. As she stood, just starting to bounce about a bit, biting her lip, she started to think about the toilets, She knew from previous experience that there were only 4 cubicles, and she didn't even want to think about the possibility of queuing. She felt guilty, but she started to think that she needed to get there before Sophie and Emily so she didn't have to stand and wait for them to go first. Truth be told she was starting to think that she might not be able to wait outside a cubicle listening to their desperate deluges!!
    Thinking of finding relief wasn't helping though, and she found herself pressing her hand between her legs. "OH Christ" she thought, "what am I doing", coming quickly to her senses and snatching it away, just as the 2 lads at the front of the queue moved into the pub, leaving just 3 girls infront of them. The bouncer looked at the desperate, dancing Sophie, and said "not long love, calm yourself down".
    "Calm down" cried Sophie, "that's easy for you to say, I'm bursting here".
    Debbie almost died, she was frantic for a pee, and her friends were making them the centre of attention!!
    "Stop making such a scene will you" she said, again, trying to appear calm.
    "oooooh, I can't help it Debs" stammered Sophie, "I don't think you understand, I'm not joking, I'm absolutley bursting here, I really wish you'd let me wee in Weatherspoons, oh god, I can't even think about peeing, it makes it worse, oh, oh god" she stopped, mid sentence and bent double, twisting her legs together in frantic desperation.
    "I didn't stop you weeing" she snapped, wishing that they had all taken the chance to pee before they left.
    Infront of them the 3 girls were allowed to enter, and Sophie tried to follow, before being stopped in her tracks.
    "Not yet miss" said the bouncer.
    "No, but, why, oh please, can't you see I HAVE to get in, please, I need the toilet",
    "Sorry, but its really busy in there, we have to control entry, how many of you are there?"
    "What, but" stammered Sophie, almost beyond coherent thinking now.
    "There's 5 of us" said Lisa, "But these 2 have been caught a bit short, so let them in first".
    Debbie couldn't believe it, she felt like crying. "NO" she blurted out loud "erm, we are all together" the thought of an extra delay like a red hot poker through the bladder. "Please, can we all go in" she stammered, but her pleas were completely ignored. The bouncer spoke up "OK, OK, I can see you're in a hurry, you two can go in".
    "Oh god thankyou" gasped Emily as Sophie headed into the pub, and she waddled in behind her. Debbie tried to follow, but was stopped by the bouncer. "Not yet" he said sternly. "They got in early because of their situation, you need to wait for someone to come out before you get in. "But, err, but I" stammered Debbie, trying to find the words, but too embarrassed to admit that she too was beside herself with desperation.
    "calm down Debs" said Lisa, who seemed to have a bladder of steel, "we'll be in in no time, I know it a bit cold out here, but just think how bad it was for those 2, poor Sophie, I seriously thought she was going to have an accident"
    "yeah that's it, I'm just cold" said Debbie through gritted teeth, crossing her legs tightly, and chewing her lip.
    Oh god she was desperate now, she couldn't bear the thought of the queue that was almost certainly building at the ladies room. Another 2 minutes passed, an they were almost stood in silence, Debbie's need was increasing all the time, and again, she found herself squeezing between her legs. Suddenly there was a commotion behind her, as a lot of laughing and jeering went up really loudly, followed by, to her horror, the sound of fast running water, she spun round to see a girl, who only looked about 16, squatted down, panties pulled aside, wetting a flood onto the tarmac, lads were scrambling for mobile phones to film her, but she had her eyes closed, and didn't seem to care.
    "What the fuck" shouted the bouncer, making his way over, while this just brought a new urgency to Debbie. Uuumph, she grunted, fighting back a huge urge to pee, pressing hard between her legs, for the first time she felt like she was in real danger of wetting herself. "oooooohhhhhh", she moaned, twisting hers legs together. "oh that poor girl" said Lisa without even looking at Debbie, "imagine how desperate she must have been to break down in public like that, she'll get arrested for that." Debbie barely herd her though, as she dropped to her haunches, the thick denim mean even pressing her hand into her crotch meant she couldn't get nearly enough pressure into her womanhood.
    Lisa turned again, and noticed Debbie's frantic show. "Debs, what the fuck" exclaimed the 18 year old bladder champion, "whats up?".
    "I need a wee" she gasped, blushing beet red, she had never admitted her need to anyone before, but she was on the verge of wetting herself, "Lisa, please help me, I have to wee, NOW" she stammered, no longer afraid to show her need to her friend. Lisa looked around and noticed the bouncer with a police officer dealing with the accident girl behind.
    "Go in Debs, quick while he's over there, I'll cover for you". "Oh god, OK, err, thanks" she gasped, and she hobbled off into the club.
    "Toilets, quickly" she stammered as she entered the door, he wasn't joking, the club was packed! "quick, quick, oh god, quick" stammered Debbie, her hand now lodged permanently between her legs. As she reached the edge of the dancefloor 2 girls pushed past her towards the exit, one of them was in floods of tears, "C'mon, shit, how can they do this, I'm gonna fucking sue, they can't just close them", Debbie couldn't care less about what their issue was though, the only thing on her mind was relieving the pressure in her bladder. She was easily as desperate as she had been last month, when she had been so close to wetting herself.
    Her bladder throbbed now, she couldn't believe how much her desperation was increasing by the second. "oh god, I hope there's not a queue, oh fuck, I have to peeeeee" she thought, following the signs for the toilets. As she approached them she couldn't quite believe what she saw. Queue was an understatement, there must have been 20 girls waiting outside the toilets, and they were making a hell of a fuss. As she got closer she noticed that the door was being blocked by a bouncer, the scene was utter chaos.
    "OH MY GOD" stammered Debbie, far too loudly, "WHAT THE FUCK".
    She bent double as her bladder demanded relieving right now.
    "NOOOOO" she wailed, pressing both of her hands into her crotch, bending double, she really began to think she might actually be in danger of having an accident. Tears in her eyes now she tried to move again towards he toilets, and bumped into a bouncer who was dashing over.
    "Sorry love", he said, glancing at her. "Oh my god, are you ok?"
    It was perfectly obvious that she was not, she looked like a woman possessed. "I, err, I need a wee" she stammered, tears now flowing down her face, she had never felt so humiliated, she had admitted her need to a total stranger, and this time a man. "I really, really need a wee".
    She had hoped that her admission would force him to see her desperation and help her out somehow, but instead he laughed at her. "Yeah, theres a few of you in the same boat" he said, "its not ideal that we've had to close the toilets down is it, just cross your legs", and with that he turned and moved off towards the ladies room.
    "Closed" stammered Debbie, "no, no, they can't be" she was almost having a panic attack, and for the first time in her adult life a spurt of pee escaped her tightly clenched pussy.
    "Oh my god, oh god, oh fuck no" stammered Debbie, she was losing control, she felt that she was seconds away from wetting her panties, she moved off towards the toilets, she was going to have to barge to the front of the line and demand to be allowed in. She didn't know what was happening, but they couldn't let her wet herself. As she approached the queue another spurt escaped, and she couldn't press hard enough, in frantic desperation, she undid the button of her jeans, and thrust her hand down the front of them, for the first time being able to press hard directly through her panties, finally getting herself back under control, she couldn't believe how wet they felt.
    "oh god, oh god, oh god" she stammered, but as she approached the door.
    For the first time she noticed that the girls at the front were Sophie and Emily. They still hadn't pee'd and they had been in the club for what felt like ages.
    "OH MY GOD NOW, PLEASE" screamed Sophie at the bouncers, almost incoherently, and Debbie looked on as the bouncers relented
    "OK ladies" announce the bouncers "We have decided that in the circumstances we can make a makeshift ladies room, and allow you to use the gents."
    "Oh thank god" cried Sophie, darting off towards the mens room.
    "OH god, oh yes, no more delays" muttered Emily, following closely "gotta wee, let me wee, please I need it" she stammered.
    "OH god yess" cried Debbie, trying to head over, but it was like a stampede, all the other girls were pushing her, "FUCK YOU" said one of them, pushing her hard, "GET IN LINE"
    "Please, please" stammered Debbie, pressing a second hand into her gaping jeans, "I'm, I mean, I need", no-one was listening though.
    "move move move" cried another young, desperate girl, pushing her back again, this time catching Debbie right in the stomach, another spurt escaped, a longer one this time, and she felt her seering hot pee running through her fingers, she looked longingly at the door to mens room and just tried to join the stampede, it didn't even matter if there were no toilets left, a urinal, or a sink would do, hell, she would squat in a corner, anything was better than peeing in her jeans.
    She watched as Sophie got to the door, she was joined by two bouncers. Sophie was physically shaking now, she was certainly desperate, and she was closely followed by Emily, who was just as bad."ooooh a few more seconds" she stammered, and as Emily looked on, she saw pee snaking down Emily's thigh
    "I ne, need, to" stammered Sophie, as she got the door, and the bouncer pushed it open. Sophie dashed in, and one of the bouncers followed.
    "Quick, oh quick its coming out" muttered Emily as she tried to follow, but no, the other bouncer stopped her.
    "Sorry girls, it is strictly one at a time" he said, blocking Emily again.
    "What, oh no, oh god no" she pleaded, the quiet retiring girl now completely forgoton, "I am weeing my knickers, you have to move" she shouted, pushing the bouncer as hard as she could, but he just pushed her back like she was nothing. She burst into tears fully, and started having a tantrum like a little girl. "pleeeasse" she cried, as more pee ran down her legs "Please, I'm wetting myself" both her hands worked furiously between her legs pressing hard, but wee was starting to run through her fingers, Emily was out of control, and the bouncer didn't seem to care. Finally he looked down and saw pee dripping to the floor. "Oh for fucks sake" he chastised, but Emily didn't hear, "please" she sobbed "don't make me do this" another blast escaped, the inside of both of her legs was soaked now, as she felt pee dripping into her shoes.
    Debbie couldn't do it, another spurt escaped, and another, she was wetting her pants like a 5 year old, there were at least 10 girls infront of her, it was one at a time and the bouncers had no sympathy.
    "OH NO" she gasped, its coming, she ran from the line and just scanned for some privacy. She was weeing right now, she saw a pint glass on a table, there was still a small amount of drink in the bottom of it, but she didnt have chance to think. "oh god no" she gasped, frantically grabbing the glass, scanning the crowded bar searching for a secluded area, "its coming, I'm weeing, oh god help" she cried, as she hobbled into a dark corner.
    "oh god" she gasped as she finally found a bit of privacy, "oh fuck" she removed her hands from her crotch and tugged down her now wet jeans, as she did it she felt herself let go, full blast into her panties "no, no, no, no, no" she gasped as she hooked her fingers behind the gusset and yanked them aside, "oh, oh yes" she gasped as she jammed the glass between her legs and finally let the pee come flooding out. "oh a wee, oh ahhhh" she moaned, "oh I needed this", she finally started to relax, when to her horror, she felt a pair of eyes looking at her!
    "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" stammered Debbie, as she opened her eyes, trying desperately to stem the furious hissing deluge. She wasn't sure if she was happy or mortified that it was only Sophie. "I'm sorry, I had to, oh my god, this is embarrassing" she cried."Oh fuck Soph, it feels good, I swear I had no choice" she stammered, she still had so much more inside of her.
    "STOP" shouted Sophie,
    "I can't, I can't, oh god I'm sorry, I had to do this, I can't stop" she stammered, still peeing furiously.
    "NO DEBS, I mean STOP!!" shouted Sophie, "The glass is full!"
    "WHAT" she screamed, looking down, clenching harder than she'd ever clenched herself before.
    "OH SHIT". Her furious stream slowed to a trickle, as she looked down and saw she'd stopped about half a milimetre from the top of the pint glass.
    A full strength blast escaped though, and another. she clenched her eyes tightly shut, "fuck, fuck, fuck" she moaned, desperately fighting to regain control.
    "Oh god, oh it hurts" another spurt escaped her lips, as the glass started to overflow. Feeling the hot liquid running over her fingers seemed to give her an extra bit of strength, as she withdrew the glass, and placed it on the table infront of her!
    "I need another glass Soph, there's so much more in me."
    "OK, OK" said sophie,
    "Help me, it hurts more now I've stopped, please help me".
    Sophie went back around the corner, to see 2 bouncers heading right for them, "OH SHIT, Debs, bouncers" she cried, "you need to cover up".
    "ooooooowwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhh" groaned Debbie as she pulled up her baby pink panties and oh so tight jeans,
    "I need to get to the loo", she cried and ran off to leave Sophie facing the bouncers.
    She went back out into the club, and headed back to the toilets, but the scene was still absolute insanity, as she looked on her aching pussy finally gave up and the rest of her pee flooded out into her jeans. She was crying uncontrollably as she left and went home on her own. She couldn't believe what had happened and had never felt so humiliated in her life.
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    pguy69 got a reaction from sunnyjim for a blog entry, Angel's Story   
    Angel had a very small group of friends, but she was very good at attracting male attention. Tonight was no exception. She was going out with her 2 best friends Jenny and Clare, but she didn't have an awful lot of money. Her plan therefore was to drink lots with the girls before heading out, and dress in such a way that she would get a lot of drinks bought for her while she was out! She had a body to die for, and she knew it. She was 5 foot 11 tall, and a large proportion of that was her stunning long legs, she had a perfect flat stomach and a very cute set of 36C breasts that seemed to send the boys wild. She was proud of her body, and she knew exactly how to use it! She flicked through her wardrobe and selected her outfit, she put on a tiny, white thong, that barely covered her most intimate area, and rode right into her ass crack, and she covered that with the smallest, tightest miniskirt she could find. She couldn't risk a VPL. as she pulled it on she turned to admire her ass in the mirror, god it looked good, but she knew the skirt was risquee, she bent over slightly, and saw her naked ass cheeks peek out below the hem of her skirt, she was going to have to be carful tonight, becaUse she was gonna have the boys drooling. She toyed with a couple of tops, but decided to just go for a bikini top. She tied it at the back and looked at herself. She was no slut, but she knew her outfit showed a lot of flesh!!!! She was out with her friends, so she would just be careful. She enjoyed being a tease, but had only actually slept with one person in her life, and was actually quite shy about her intimate areas.
    The night had started well, the girls had arrived with 3 bottles of wine and they had polished them off very quickly, before heading out on the town.By the time they reached the first club angel was feeling decidedly tipsy, and her bladder was starting to make itself known. She had a small bladder at the best of times, but when she'd been drinking her control became seriously unreliable. She got desperate quickly, and when she had to go, she HAD to go. The girls entered the club, and Claire, one of Angels best friends decided that she was gonna get a round of drinks.
    "Right, whats everyone drinking" chimed Claire happily, but Angel couldn't think about that, she needed a wee, badly.
    "Ooh, Claire babe, just get me anything" she said, pouting, "I need to run straight to the little girls room".
    "Fuck's sake Angel" retorted Claire, "Its always the same with you isn't it, do you even have a bladder in there?"
    Angel barely heard her though, the toilets were upstairs, and all the wine she had drunk earlier was making itself known, her bladder was screaming at her for immediate attention. "oooooh" she whimpered under her breath as she started up the stairs, each step jolting her bladder further. "Just another minute" she said, as she reached the top of the stairs, and saw the toilet door.
    "Come on, come on" she stammered as she pushed open the door to the ladies room. Thank god there was no queue, but she was faced with a long row of locked cubicles. "Come on, come on" she moaned out loud, frustratedly, bouncing gently on the spot, "I neeed a weeeee here, hurry up, I gotta go, gotta go" she whimpered as she pressed her thighs together and started to jig about a bit. "Oh GOD, what are you doing in there".
    As she said this she heard a toilet flush, and the heavenly sound of a bolt sliding over. The third cubicle door opened and a young girl started to emerge. "Oh thank god" gasped Angel pushing past her. She hoiked up her short, tight skirt with her right hand, bolting the door with her left, then she lowered her panties to her knees and collapsed onto the seat as she exploded with a furious hissing deluge of pent up pee. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned, as she finally emptied her bladder. That was a close call, she thought, and made a mental not to not let herself get that desperate again throughout the night.
    The girls stayed in this first pub for over an hour, drinking lots of wine and cider, and without even thinking about it they were all visiting the ladies room pretty much every 15 minutes. At 11 O'clock, the decision was made that they should head to their destination for the evening, the local fun pub. It was where everyone went, and the drinks were very cheap! It was normally a 20 minute walk, but as the girls were very drunk by this stage, and a couple of them were wearing ridiculous heals, it was actually about half an hour. 15 minutes into the walk jenny was making a fuss about needing a wee.
    "How far away are we?" she asked, "I could do with a wee"
    Angel's bladder was also starting to make itself known, she wasn't desperate, but she knew she would be there soon, "Not long now babe" she responded.
    Claire, who hadn't visited the ladies before leaving the pub was also starting to feel the need. "I'm pretty bursting here myself" she said, "and there's always a fucking queue to get in, let alone, to get into the toilets! We need to hurry up!"
    5 minutes later, and Claire was pretty much frantic, it had been almost 45 minutes since she last went, as she had worked out, and was not shy in telling everyone. "OH FUCK" she cried out, why the hell didn't I go before we left the club, this is ridiculous. We have to find somewhere I can wee, I swear I'm going to piss myself in a second!"
    Jenny was not much better. She had been to the loo before they left the club, but she had always suffered from a small bladder, and in all honesty she was bursting. "I agree with Claire, I honestly don't think I could bear to stand in line, it actually hurts, keep your eyes peeled for an alley we can pop a squat in!"
    "We can't do that" snapped Angel, feeling the pressure starting to build in her own bladder now, "what if someone saw us, come on, we're nearly there now"
    "You're obviously not anywhere near as bursting as us then" snapped Claire, "I swear I'm about to piss myself"
    "Well who's fault is that" snapped Angel, agitatedly. I ran to the loo before when I was fucking desperate, and you rolled you're eyes and gave me shit, I've been twice since then, because when you break the seal, well, its a regular thing. You've been once in that time, lording it up like you're something special, well guess what, you're not, you have a bladder in there like the rest of us, and doesn't it hurt when its fit to burst, just deal with it"
    Claire looked furious, but didn't respond, and they carried on their way. Another 5 minutes passed, and the club was in sight, but it was the sight the 3 desperate girls had dreaded. There was a queue!
    "Oh no" gasped Jenny "they can't be serious, I need a wee"
    "I can't wait in line" replied Claire, "I can't, I mean, I'm bursting, ooooohhhhhhh shit, what can we do"
    Angel was starting to feel a bit desperate herself now too, but not actually in danger of wetting herself "Come on girls, it won't be long" she said, as they joined the back of the line.They stood for 10 minutes, of burning, frantic desperation, and there was still 8 people in front of them. Angel was seriously starting to feel her bladder now, and was having to beginning to focus on that, when to her left she heard Jenny scream out, "no, no, no its coming out,
    Angel turned to see her friend doing the most furious pee pee dance she'd ever seen. Both her hands were thrust up the front of her skirt, and sure enough there was wee dribbling down her thigh. "I can't do it" she cried "I'm weeing myself, I can't wait in this."
    Claire looked just as frantic and was shaking. "Come on babe, lets leave this line and find somewhere we can go, come on Angel"
    "No, it's OK, I can wait" said Angel. She needed to go, badly, but she wasn't in danger of peeing herself. She would rather wait and use a toilet than expose herself in public, something she had never had to resort to. She was an adult, and adults didn't expose themselves in the street. She had been brought up to believe that peeing was definitely something to be done in private. No-one in her house would ever even pee with the door open, let alone in public! She knew she would be able to wait, but she knew it would have to be straight to the little girls room when she was inside the club!
    "Suit yourself babe, there's no way I can wait in line, there's just not, I'll piss myself for sure" said Claire as the the other girls turned and left Angel stood in the queue on her own
    It was another 10 minutes before Angel was at the front of the line, by which time she was starting to feel quite desperate, she was beginning to wonder whether she should have gone with the girls to squat in public. She hated the thought, and had never had to resort to such desperate measures before, but this was starting to get silly. During her time in the line she had heard many people, both men and women, complaining of a need to pee, in various stages of urgency, and she knew everyone would be heading straight to the toilets when they got into the club.
    "On you go love" said the bouncer, putting his hand on her shoulder and staring at her tits as she realised she was jigging up and down a bit. Angel hated this, how men treated her like meat, and would usually have started an argument, but today she had more pressing needs. She was en route straight to the toilets, and any delays now would really hurt! She'd been here before, and she knew there was often a queue, as there were only 4 cubicles in the ladies room, and judging by the length of the queue to get into the club, they were going to be heaving!
    "Oooh" she moaned under her breath as she headed over the dancefloor, feeling her bladder really starting to protest! As she walked a young lad grabbed her ass.
    "Look at you babe" he said "Let me get you a drink". Things were really starting to get desperate now though and more drink was the last thing she needed, the mere thought of it was like a punch in the stomach to her, he placed his arms round her and pulled her back into him. Normally this would be exactly the sort of male attention she welcomed, free drinks on tap, but his hands pressed onto her bladder, and felt like she'd been stabbed in the stomach.
    "Fuck you" she gasped, slapping him, hard across the face. "Get your fucking hands off me" as she pulled away from him, she pressed a hand into her crotch and started even more determinedly towards the loos. She couldn't believe how quickly her need was growing. She was prepared to queue, but she prayed it wasn't a long one, because she wasn't going to be able to wait too long.
    As she got to the toilets, she was greeted with a scene of chaos, a bouncer was blocking the door to the ladies room, and there seemed to be a massive queue of girls waiting to go in the mens room.
    She approached the ladies gingerly, and asked the bouncer what was happening, and was told the ladies room was closed due to an incident, and that if it was an emergency, they were escorting women into the mens room.
    "Are there men in there too" asked Angel, dumbfounded at such a situation.
    "There are love, the lock on the door is bust too, so like I say, if its not an emergency I'd cross your legs a bit longer if I were you, it shouldn't be too long"
    It wasn't an emergency yet, but she definitely needed to go, badly, and she knew, after drinking all that lager, it would be an true emergency pretty soon. She looked over to the queue though, and the girls were all jigging about and making a hell of a fuss, as the mens room door opened, she saw that a bouncer was literally stood next to the open door of the cubicle that the girls were peeing in.
    "No way" she said out loud, "I can't pee in there with everyone looking at me" and she turned and headed back to the dancefloor.
    She met the same man again, who she now learned was called Mike. He greeted her with a bottle of lager.
    "I love a challenge" he said "sorry for touching you, but you look fucking stunning tonight" Not wanting to seem rude she accepted it, but she knew more lager was absolutely the last thing she needed. She took a mouthful and started to dance with him, keeping one eye on the toilets.
    Another 10 minutes passed and Angels need had risen at an astonishing rate, and she found that as she danced she was involuntarilly twisting her legs together, and her bladder was starting to send some VERY urgent signals. Mike started grinding against her, and as she looked over at the toilet situation she could see that the queue of frantic women, whilst reducing slightly, was very much still there, and the bouncer was still blocking the ladies. As she looked over, she had stopped paying attention to Mike, he was now dancing behind her, and without warning he reached around her body again and pulled her close to him, again pressing right on her bulging abdomen, and her full, aching bladder.
    Angel yelped out loud as she jumped forward and started to pee pee dance furiously trying to keep control. "fuuucccckkkkkk" she wailed grinding her thighs together and dropping her hands to her crotch, "I'm sorry" she gasped, "need the toilet, need to, errr, needawee, now"
    Mike looked on in astonishment "are you ok?" he said, with genuine concern.
    "NO!" she gasped, still fighting for control, making absolutely no attempt to hide what the issue was, "I'm bursting for a wee" she was mortified to admit it, but she knew it was obvious, she turned and started to move away from him as he looked on aghast
    That had been too close for comfort, and she suddenly realised like she'd gone from 'bursting', to 'desperate', to 'absolutely frantic' in ten minutes, the rate her bladder was filling, if she didn't wee VERY soon then she was in serious trouble.
    She didn't even turn to look at Mike as she started towards the toilets, but at that moment she saw the police barging through and going into the ladies room. There were still about 6 girls waiting outside the gents as the police started speaking to them too. Still she approached the loo's, when the big bouncer who had been guarding the ladies stepped towards her, stay back here please, the police need some room. At that point the door to the ladies room burst open, and a handcuffed man was dragged away, making quite a scene!
    "I really need a wee" said Angel, to the bouncer, now stood next to her.
    "Its gonna be 5 minutes love, then you can go, mens room is being closed now too, drugs search is needed, go and take a seat over there, and cross your legs for a few minutes.
    Angel was seriously desperate now, but sure enough, the protesting and very desperate looking girls were being turned away from the gents too. Angel knew she could wait longer if she had some help, so she found a table, and sat down. The cold wood against her vulva bout some temporary relief, but soon her need was back wit a vengeance, and she sat there for 5 minutes, both hands thrust up her tiny, tiny skirt, desperately trying to hold on.
    She never even thought it possible, but during this 5 minutes, her need increased yet further. It felt as though she had beach ball inside her, each second passed like an hour, as she pressed as hard as she could. After 5 minutes she decided it was too much, they would have to let her pee now, or she would have to wet herself. She opened her eyes and looked over to the toilets, and all seemed calm and normal.
    "Oh thank god" she gasped, wondering how long the toilets had been open for, she had lost all track of time.
    Standing up caused her desperation to increase more, and she bent double fighting for control.
    "Come on, you can do it, just a few more seconds, oh god, oh I need a wee" she muttered under her breath as she staggered across the packed bar to get to the toilets, her right hand held infront of her bladder, her thighs pressed tightly together.
    "Oh god, oh god, its going to come out" she gasped as she pushed open the door to the ladies room.
    "Can't come in here sorry, won't be long though" said a police officer, who Angel hadn't even noticed. She bent double, frantically clenching, fighting another urgent wave of desperation
    "Can't I just run in quickly" she gasped.
    "You can't I'm afraid, it'll only be a couple of minutes though" came the stern reply.
    "Oh OK" whimpered Angel, desperately turning, denied the relief she needed soooo badly.
    She decided that she would head back out onto the dancefloor, to try and kill some time, but as soon as she got there she realised it was a bad idea the bass resounded through her bladder, and it hurt. "OH GOD" she wailed, again pressing her hand into her crotch, and she quickly ran back towards the toilets. Shannon, a friend of hers met her at the edge of the dancefloor.
    "Whats up Angel?" she asked, "You coming to the little girls room"
    "I HAVE TO PISS" shouted Angel, "AND ITS FUCKING CLOSED"
    "Oh yeah, I heard about that" replied Shannon, jovially, "C'mon we'll go and wait together, hope its not long"
    They got back to the door of the ladies room, and Angel again had to press her hand up into her crotch.
    "Angel babe, stop that" chirped Shannon, "you are showing off everything, everyone can see your ass and your knickers"
    "can't" stammered Angel, now completely beside herself, "its the only wayyyyyyyyyooooooohhhhhh" she groaned as she lost a quick spurt. "no, oh no" she stammered, her skirt now almost around her waist.
    "Angel, are you OK" asked Jenny, with the most stupid question of the night.
    "gotta go, need a wee, gotta wee, oooooohhh, oh, oh, got, need a wee, oh, it coming, oh no, it oh" stammered Angel, now beyond caring what anyone could see, she was seconds away from wetting her knickers like a desperate little schoolgirl, "its coming" she gasped again, as she hobbled to the door of the gents, she didn't care who could see her anymore, she was peeing in the next minute, any cover was better than peeing on full show in a crowded bar!
    As she started to push open the door to the gents she suddenly realised a bouncer was staring right at her.
    "Can I?" she asked sheepishly, but he just shook his head.
    Angel knew the mens room had been in use earlier, so she smiled, and pushed open the door, relief now so close. The bouncer started to walk over to her, saying "I said no, the police are here and they have said under no circumstances are we to allow it, you will just have to wait".
    "Oh my god, I can't wait" she said, another spurt escaping "oh god, please let me in."
    "I'm sorry" he replied "Its more then my jobs worth" and he pushed infront of her expertly blocking the entrance to the gents. She bent double, pressing her hands even harder into her crotch,
    "come on, we'll just wait it won't be long" said Shannon,
    but Angel was frantic, she knew it was close to the end "I can't waittttt" she said, starting to cry "I can't wait", the fingers of her right hand were working furiously beneath her tight short skirt.
    Another strong spurt escaped, she literally couldn't press any harder, as the bouncer moved towards a fire escape Angel gasped "please, please have pity on me" she was openly crying now, and visibly leaking, she was losing control fast. "Please" she sobbed "I'm weeing myself, I can't help it, its coming out, can I go out there".
    "just cross your legs love and hang on" said the bouncer, either completely misreading the situation or being deliberately unhelpful.
    "I'm wetting myself right now, she wailed, you can watch, you can do anything, please, please just let me wee, don't make me wet myself" She was like a woman possessed now, her speech barely coprehnsible, her legs a constant blur of movement, her hips grinding furiously into her hand, her body convulsing and shaking"
    "OK, you can go outside if I can keep your panties" said the bouncer, tongue in cheek.
    "YESSSSS" said Angel, anything, now, please, let me, oh I can't wait, please, oh god, help me"
    The bouncer grinned from ear to ear as he opened the fire door, and Angel dashed through.
    "OH GODDDD" she gasped. As she hobbled past him, she had to let go of herself to pull down her knickers, and as soon as she did that she exploded, a gushing hissing frantic deluge erupted, she yanked her knickers down to her knees, and dropped into a squat, her pee stream arced up as it poured and poured and poured.
    "Oh a wee, oh yessssssssssss, oh sweet holy jesus yessss" gasped Angel, "oh it feels so good, oh god, i needed this, oh god I couldn't wait, the door opened and the bouncer stood over her, as her pee stream continued for over a minute. Finally, it started to slow down to a gentle trickle, as her situation became apparent to her, she had just started to wet herself, and then pee'd down an alley, infront of a man who she had promised to give her wet panties too.
    It barely mattered though, the relief felt so good it had almost been worth the suffering. As her stream dwindled she felt her hand involuntarily massaging her clit. She had never felt so turned on in all of her life. "mmmmmph" she moaned, so close to cumming, when she became painfully aware of the bouncer standing over her.
    "Fuck" she gasped, standing, in the biggest puddle of female pee you could ever imagine, she kicked of her soaking wet knickers in the direction of the bouncer. "there you go pervert" she said, striding confidently back into the club, inside feeling, very exposed, utterly mortified, but also very relieved and unbelievably horny. "Where is Mike" she said....
    To be continued..............
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    pguy69 got a reaction from Ranpalan for a blog entry, Sophie's Story.   
    It had been a great night for Sophie, she had got herself a new job, and was out for a night on the town, celebrating her leaving. The night started off with 15 people, but now, at 1:15, there was just Sophie, and her 3 friends Lisa, Debbie and Emily. The 4 girls were regular clubbers, and having been out since 7, they had spent a lot of money, so they were heading to the towns cheap spot, where all drinks were just £2! This was their 6th and final bar of the night, and their group had slowly dwindled after each bar. Sophie didn't care though, she hadn't spent a penny, the plus side about having a leaving do was that everyone wanted to buy you drinks, and it would be rude to refuse. She had been out for 5 and a half hours and she had drank a lot, but it was only 1:30, so she could dance the night away with her girlfriends until 3 and head home happy! The problem was, when she drank as much as she had tonight, her bladder always became weak, and she hadn't gone to the ladies before they'd left the last bar. As soon as she'd got out into the cold night air she realised that she needed to go, but when she mentioned nipping back in, her friends stopped her, saying
    "Its only 5 minutes away, you can go at the next place"
    Not wanting to cause a fuss Sophie walked on, but now, 5 minutes later, she needed to go badly!
    "Why did I not go back in to Weatherspoons", she asked, no-one in particular, "I can't wait long when I've been drinking, I'm absolutely bursting over here".
    "Me too" chimed Emily, "its definitely a mad dash to the little girls room when we get there".
    "For fuck's sake" said Debbie, "come on girls, its not far away, stop making such a fuss".
    They continued on their way, but Sophie's desperation seemed to be growing literally by the second. As they finally neared the club, they rounded the final corner, and they noticed that there was a queue to get into the bar.
    "Oh my god, I can't do it" stammered Sophie as she spotted the queue, "we need to go somewhere else, I can't stand in a queue".
    Emily looked just as shocked, "Where can we go though, I neeeeed a weeee, but where else is there"
    "Come on guys, its only a couple of minutes" added Lisa, "its busy because its cheap, thats why were here, there will be a queue wherever we go, just cross your legs",
    "ohmygod" said Sophie, "I know your right, but oooh it hurts! OK, OK" she stammered, trying to calm down, as they reached the end of the queue "It can't take long though, I'm having an emergency here"
    Emily had fallen quiet now, but her thighs were pressed tightly together, as she bounced around, she couldn't stand still for a second, and there were still 18 people ahead of them.
    5 minutes later and the queue had gone down, so there were just 5 people ahead of the girls. They were grateful that the queue was moving fairly quickly, but Sophie's desperation had increased rapidly, and she was seriously doubting her ability to hold on. She was pee dancing none stop, and for the first time she pressed her hand into her crotch. This was something that she had always seen as a last resort, and definitely something she hated to do in public. It helped a bit, but her short skirt was too tight for her to get any pressure where she really needed it.
    "What is taking so long?" she shouted, "Please hurry, some of us need a pee".
    The 2 lads at the front of the queue moved into the pub, leaving just 3 girls infront of them, and the bouncer looked at her, "not long love, calm yourself down".
    "Calm down" cried Sophie, "thats easy for you to say, I'm bursting here".
    "Stop making such a scene will you" prompted Debbie, who was always prim and proper, the only one of the group who had opted for jeans rather than the short, flesh revealing minidresses that were in fashion.
    "oooooh, I can't help it Debs" stammered Sophie, "I don't think you understand, I'm not joking, I'm absolutley bursting here, I really wish you'd let me wee in Weatherspoons, oh god, I can't even think about peeing, it makes it worse, oh, oh god" she stopped, mid sentence and bent double, twisting her legs together in frantic desperation. Infront of them the 3 girls were allowed to enter, and Sophie tried to follow, before being stopped in her tracks.
    "Not yet miss" said the bouncer.
    "No, but, why, oh please, can't you see I HAVE to get in, please, I need the toilet", "Sorry, but its really busy in there, we have to control entry, how many of you are there?"
    "What, but" stammered Sophie, almost beyond coherent thinking now.
    "There's 5 of us" said Lisa, "But these 2 have been caught a bit short, so let them in first".
    Debbie looked distinctly unimpressed at this, and started to protest, which Sophie found strange, but the bouncer spoke up "OK, OK, I can see you're in a hurry, you two can go in".
    "Oh god thankyou" gasped Emily as Sophie headed into the pub, and she waddled in behind her. Inside it was chaos, the bar was absolutley packed, and Sophie knew from being here beofre that the toilets were right at the back!
    "OH god, come on Em, we have to make this" she said, setting off determined, trying to walk as fast as she could, whilst keeping her upper thighs pressed firmly together. Oh god she was desperate,
    it was going to be a close run thing! She didn't even care about Emily, at that moment, literally all that mattered to her was getting to the toilet, and having a glorious pee, before she broke down and completely flooded her knickers. It really was getting that bad that she was considering this was a real possibility!
    "Come on, come on, just a few more seconds" she muttered to herself as she tried to push through the crowd.
    "Please hurry, come on Soph" demanded Emily, following her closly, as sophie tried to barge through improbably tight gaps.
    "Excuse me, please excuse me" she wailed, as she pushed endless people aside, never seeming to get any closer to relief, "Oh please, pleeeaassseee, let me through".
    A couple of people jeered at her, but she didn't stop for a second, she couldn't, every second was vital, and then it was there, she could see it, the door with LADIES emblazoned across it, at that moment it could have easily been the pearly gates guarding the enterance to heaven.
    "Please, just a few more seconds" she demanded to her bladder, as for the first time she allowed herself to think about the glorious relief she would be feeling in just a few more seconds, her desperation built up to a crescendo as she pushed past 2 young girls, and it was there, infront of her, oh thank god, she cried, as she pushed into the door, her pee hole winking open for the briefest of seconds as she entered the ladies room, a brief spurt escaping her tiring, tighly clenched pee hole.
    "2 more seconds" she said as the door opened, when she was greeted with a scene even more chaotic than the nightclub scene! There were 3 huge male bouncers, fighting with 2 men, and a woman was being restrained. Sophie didn't care, she could see it, the end cubicle was open, she could see a toilet. She didn't even slow down, she was actually on the brink of wetting herself, she had to wee, she had to wee NOW!
    "Sorry love, said the bouncer, you can't come in here.
    "What, but, I err" stammered Sophie, stopping in her tracks,
    "Please go and wait outside, it'll only be a few minutes."
    Emily burst through the door behind her, "Oh a wee, oh god I need it" she stammered, "Sorry miss, toilets are closed" repeated the bouncer, this time aiming it at Emily.
    "Noo, they can't be" said Emily, as Sophie tried to push forward, she was so desperate she couldn't allow herself to be denied like this, with a toilet in sight.
    "Come on girls, you can see we've got an incident on our hands here" said the biggest bouncer, ushering Sophie back away from the toilet.
    "pleeassseeee" cried Sophie, "please, its an emergency, I'll just wee with you all here".
    "Sorry love, we can't allow that, it would be contamination of a crime scene, come on now" he said, as he backed the girls out of the toilet. They both frantically tried to resist it, but found themselves stood back outside the toilet, in the crowded bar.
    "It'll only be a few minutes, you'll just have to wait" he said, remaining where he was, blocking the enterance to the ladies room.
    Sophie was in agony, she had never needed to wee so badly, "oh god, no, please" she stammered, "What can I do, are there any other toilets?" she asked, doubting whether she would even be able to make it to them if there were.
    "I'm afraid not, look, I'm sorry, but its out of my hands, just hold on a few minutes". another girl appeared at this point, pushing past Sophie and Emily, and also being blocked,
    "Sorry girls" said the bouncer, "Just bear with us, we'll get the toilets back open asap".
    "But I need to go" said the girl, "I don't care replied the bouncer, this is getting a bit tiresome now, get in line behind these girls, and we'll let you know when the toilets are available.
    10 minutes later the scene outside the ladies room was insane. There were now 23 girls waiting, jiggling about, some looking almost besides themselves, furiously pee dancing. Sophie was at the front of the line, she had forgotten all about decorum, and had her left hand thrust up her skirt, kneeding furiously at her pussy, suddenly a spurt escaped, a lot longer than the one from earlier, this was a serious, 2 second spurt, she knew it was the beginning of the end, she was in a crowded night club, in front of a huge bouncer, and she was about to wet herself like a little girl!!!
    Emily was crying behind her, she was just as desperate, but couldn't bring hersef to make such a scene, she was sobbing uncontrollably and bouncing about. Her thong was soaked, and it was going to get wetter very soon!
    "PLEASEEEEEE" wailed Sophie, wide eyed, staring at the bouncer, "I am literally starting to wet myself, PLEASE, I HAVE TO GO NOWWWWWW!!!!!" she tried again to push past him, but was denied. Another spurt escaped, "Why are you doing this to me?" she cried.
    Some of the other girls in the queue started to shout out now too,
    "Come on", "I HAVE TO GO NOW", "How much longer will it be" "I'm starting to wet myself" "Let us in" "THIS IS TORTURE", "I'm going to the papers". Wailed a cacophony of desperate female voices.
    "OK, OK girls" said the bouncer, realising they couldn't keep the toilets closed much longer, it was getting out of hand. He gestured to another bouncer who came over, and they spoke quietly to each other.
    "PLEASE, OH MY GOD PLEASE, OH NOW, PLEASE" wailed Sophie, interrupting them, as another spurt escaped, this time forming a tiny rivulet that started to work down her inner thigh.
    "OK ladies" announce the bouncers "We have decided that in the circumstances we can make a makeshift ladies room, and allow you to use the gents."
    "Oh thank god" cried Sophie, starting towards the gents, followed closely by Emily. The scene was crazy as 23 frantically desperate women made for the mens room. The second bouncer got to the door before Sophie, where he was joined by a third bouncer. Sophie was physically shaking now, almost like she was having a seizure. The tiny rivulet running down her inner thigh had reached her knee, and a tear dropped from her eye,
    "I ne, need, to" she stammered as she got the door, and the bouncer pushed it open.
    She was greeted by the sight of a row of young lads stood at a trough style urinal. "WAHAYY" shouted one of the guys, but Sophie didn't care about anything, the strong smell of urine hit her, and she could see three strong streams hitting the trough infront of her.
    Emily tried to push in behind her, but the new bouncer stopped her. "Sorry girls, it is strictly one at a time" heard Sophie as the door slammed shut, but she didn't care, the bouncer, placed his hand on her shoulder, and pushed open the door to the first cubicle. It was absolutely disgusting, the lid of the toilet was hanging off and the seat was soaked in urine, the floor was drenched in pee, and the only toilet roll was sat in it, slowly soaking up male pee. Sophie didnt care though, It could have been the burning inner circle of hell, she didn't care a jot as long as she could pee there, at that moment in time she would have given her entire life savings for a pee, and as she hoiked up her skirt over her perfect ass, she tried to lock the door, but that too was broken, and it swung back open. It was too late to care about anything else now though, as her bladder finally gave way, she reached between her legs and pulled the gusset of her soaking wet, shocking pink silk panties aside, and exploded a thick gushing stream of pee. She swung round and aimed it at the toilet, and FINALLY she could relax, she tried to hold a high squat over the disgusting toilet, but as she relaxed she was overcome with euphoria, and she went weak at the knees, she was still peeing full blast as she collapsed, and fell backwards onto the disgusting pee soaked toilet.
    "OH, OH GOD YESSS" she moaned, not caring about anything, "OH A PEE, I NEVER THOUGHT A PEE COULD FEEL SO GOOD, OH THE RELIEF.OH FUCK, OH GOD YESSSS" she continued as her gusher continued unabated for a full minute. As it dwindled to a normal stream, and then to a trickle, she began to come round. She was sat, finally relieved, in a disgusting toilet cubicle, of a busy gents toilet, with a male bouncer watching her, sat in a cocktail of god only knows how many peoples urine and her knickers were soaking.
    She started to look for a toilet roll, and came to the horrible realisation that the only one was the one that was sat on the soaking wet toilet floor. She snapped the translucent and drenched crotch of her knickers back into place, and said to the bouncer, "please can you get me a toilet roll".
    "Come on love" said the bouncer, have you seen how many women are waiting out there, get a move on"
    "Oh god, I wet myself" she cried as she stood up, her legs still feeling decidedly shaky, she picked up the loo roll, and dried her thighs the best she could when the toilet door opened,
    "Come on Steve, how long is she gonna be", yelled a male voice to the bouncer stood watching me,
    "Come on love" said the bouncer, you've had your relief now."
    She shakily stepped out of the cubicle to be treated to a chorus of wolf whistles, but Steve ushered her straight out, she pulled open the door to gents, and Emily, frantically pushed her aside,
    "OH GOD, ITS COMING OUT" she cried, as Steve started guiding her towards the cubicle, Sophie looked back, to see her hoiking up her skirt, it was clear she was in the middle of a serious accident.
    She felt terrible, but my god it had felt good, never in her life had she needed a wee as badly as that, her panties were soaking, sticking tight to her labia, and she was convinced that she stank of urine, but as she looked back towards the toilets, she was glad she wasn't queuing and desperate anymore.
    She knew there was really dark corner, where she had taken guys before tonight, so she headed there to try to tidy herself up. As she rounded the corner she was greeted by the sight of Debbie, knickers aside, jeans down, peeing furiously into a pint glass.
    "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" stammered Debbie, as she saw Sophie. "I'm sorry, I had to, oh my god, this is embarrassing"
    Sophie was gobsmacked, maybe her situation wasn't that disastrous after all.
    "Oh fuck Soph, it feels good, I swear I had no choice" stammered Debbie.
    "STOP" shouted Sophie,
    "I can't, I can't, oh god I'm sorry, I had to do this, I can't stop" she was peeing furiously, as the glass started to get very full,
    "NO DEBS, I mean STOP!!" shouted Sophie, "The glass is full!"
    "WHAT" shouted Debbie, looking down, "OH SHIT". The furious stream slowing down as the foaming, frothing, almost clear liquid stopped about half a milimetre from the top of the pint glass.
    A full strength blast escaped though, and another. Debbie had her eyes tightly clenched, "fuck, fuck, fuck" she said, desperately trying to regain control.
    "Oh god, oh it hurts" another spurt escaped her lips, as the glass started to overflow. Ffeeling the hot liquid running over her fingers seemed to give her an extra bit of strngth, as she withdrew
    the glass, and placed it on the table in front of her!
    "I need another glass Soph, there's so much more in me."
    "OK, OK" said Sophie,
    "Help me, it hurts more now I've stopped, please help me".
    Sophie went back around the corner, to see 2 bouncers heading right for them, "OH SHIT, Debs, bouncers" she cried, "you need to cover up".
    "ooooooowwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhh" groaned Debbie as she pulled up her cotton, Hello Kitty panties and oh so tight jeans,
    "I need to find somewhere to pee", she cried and ran off to leave Sophie facing the bouncers.
    When they questioned what she was doing, she just told them she had come to hide after her torment at the gents, but was headed to the bar now, they accepted that and left, there was no sign of
    Debbie, so Sophie went to the bar and bought herself a drink while she waithed for her friends!
    To be continued.....
  6. Upvote
    pguy69 reacted to Burstin for a blog entry, Desperate Drive   
    I had been driving for hours, through the night for an early meeting far from home. The majority of the drive was on country roads barely wide enough for one car, and in pitch darkness due to their rural nature. Hardly surprising then that when I reached my final destination just a little before 6am I was absolutely bursting for a wee. I had been too scared to pull the car over and squat in bushes, partly just because it was so dark and scary and secondly because I had no way of knowing when a car would come and either not notice me and run me over or cast it’s lights on my bare behind!
    Finally I pulled into a village, of course, being so early in the morning everything was still closed. I drove around in vain searching for a toilet in which to relieve myself, I even stopped to ask an early morning dog walker “No I’m afraid there are none, the petrol station opens at 8am, they have one in there you could use!” I looked at my watch, 5:59am, I thanked him and wound up the window, knowing full well I could never last until 8am. I wound the window back down again “Is there a hotel nearby?” I enquired, perhaps I could check in, use the toilet and check out again (I really was that desperate I was willing to pay!), or even better maybe they had one in the lobby I could use. “Yes, there’s one just the other side of the village, if you keep on this road until you reach the Church you’ll see it on the right hand side about 300 yards up the road” the man’s words were music to my ears.
    I rubbed my bladder gently as it cramped and tightened, it felt solid as though it was filled with concrete due to the density and overwhelming volume of its liquid contents. I was managing to hold it without too much effort, the odd bump or shake would threaten a leak but I managed to hold back each time. It was the continuous pain that came with my muscles being stretched to their absolute limits that was causing the most discomfort, the sharp pain very low down in my abdomen where the full weight of my bladder was pressing down onto my extremely stretched muscles. On one hand being forced to drive was helping to keep my mind focussed, on the other hand I was desperate to cross my legs and fidget to try and find some comfort. The pain was so severe that it was a constant distraction, all I could think of was how badly I had to go!
    I found the church without difficulty, but drove up and down the road what seemed like a hundred times looking for the hotel. Finally after driving unbelievably slowly I spotted a tiny guest house, shrouded by trees and in complete darkness. I pulled onto the small car park and squinted at the signs in the window in the light of my headlights, ‘No guests admitted before 8am unless by prior booking’ read one sign. I wondered if they left the door unlocked, although I realised that it was extremely doubtful, it was a small village and I thought perhaps they trusted the locals enough to leave the door open to allow their guests to return late… Maybe, just maybe there was a toilet in the reception area that would be accessible. Writing this now I realise how unlikely it seemed, but I was about to burst and so anything, no matter how improbable was worth a try!
    I turned off the engine but left the headlights on the car so that I could find a path to the door, as I stepped out of the car I was met for the first time by the full weight of my bladder. I bent forwards and crossed my legs as my body adjusted, I thought I was going to wet myself right there on that car park for a moment as I fought to hold on. I had unzipped my skirt as my bladder grew so was able to discreetly pop my hand down my skirt and hold myself now that I was standing, oh it felt so good. I leant on the inside of the door for a moment and enjoyed the overwhelming relief, but soon remembered that there may be greater relief if I could find a way into this tiny guesthouse. I removed my hand and waddled gingerly towards the front door…
    I could barely hold it now that I was upright and walking, as I reached the little stone built porch I once again slipped my hand down my loosened skirt and frantically pee danced, I couldn’t hold it for much longer! I tried the door handle, it was locked, I peered through the leaded glass of the heavy wooden door, I tried again and again. It was no good, I crossed my legs and bent forward as I squeezed my fingers into my crotch, I could barely hold it as I began to walk back to the car, hunched over and walking painfully slowly as each step felt like a blow to my severely distended bladder. I glanced around as I reached the car, the car park was very secluded, perhaps I could squat and relieve myself here without anyone noticing? The car park was covered with loose shale so I was confident that my puddle would drain away without being noticed.
    As I reached into the car to turn off the headlights I glanced out of the windscreen, and noticed a CCTV camera mounted on the front of the building, I swiftly noticed another on the opposite side too… I doubted they would be able to see me in the darkness but daren’t chance it, so reluctantly I lowered myself into the car. My bladder felt as though it had sunk into my pelvic floor, sitting down was now agonising, as it felt as though I was sitting on a sharp spike that sent shooting pains up into my bladder. I toyed with the idea of getting back out of the car and continuing with my plan of relieving myself in the car park, the pain was so immense that I hardly cared about the cameras. But then I remembered that I was in a company car, what if the registration number was traced back to the company and my bosses heard about it? I simply couldn’t risk it so I pulled the car door shut and winced as I placed my feet on the peddles, raising my knees caused undue pressure on my now critically distended bladder and I knew I had to find relief very soon or else I would lose control.
    I sat for a moment cradling my bladder, trying to think straight whilst so utterly desperate was a challenge. I wriggled in my seat and tried to hold back the imminent flood while I frantically flicked through ideas in my mind. It was almost light now, so finding anywhere out in the open would not be without risk, my meeting wasn’t for another 45 minutes or so and there was no way I could last until then, and nothing in the village opened until 8am, an hour after my meeting started. I had three choices, find somewhere outdoors to squat, find a public toilet outside the village or wet myself, I didn’t much fancy the third option so decided to try and drive to a public toilet and perhaps find somewhere on the way in which to squat if the opportunity arose.
    Then it occurred to me, my smartphone! Why had this never occurred to me before, I rummaged through my handbag whilst wriggling and squeezing my thighs together in desperation, finally finding my phone right at the bottom. I placed a hand down my skirt and squeezed hard as my body tried to push out the contents of my tired and overfull bladder, I wasn’t sure I could hold it so placed my other hand down there to apply extra pressure, I was panicking now! I bucked my hips and opened the car door ready to dive out, I had leaked badly into my hands but was just about managing to hold it, although I was right at the edge of my abilities and knew I didn’t have long. I opened up the internet search on my phone, and typed in ‘nearest public toilet’ to my astonishment a whole list of sites opened up!
    I frantically searched through them as I rocked back and forth in agony with my free hand pressing firmly into my crotch, barely able to hold back the flood that was more imminent than ever, finally I found a site that used GPS to pinpoint my location and locate the nearest public toilet. I waited for it to complete its search, knowing that I may not make it in any case, such was the severity of my desperation. “Oooohhhh” I moaned out loud as my bladder contracted, trying to force out its load past my carefully positioned fingers. My wrist ached from applying such pressure and my thighs shook from being so tightly crossed, I opened my legs and rubbed my fingers in a circular motion without removing even a gram of pressure. It felt better, why was my phone taking so long to search? The rural location can’t have been helping, I knew I didn’t have long, I sat up and bent forwards resting my head on the steering wheel, both hands now pressed into my crotch again, “Come on, come on, come on!” I pleaded with my phone, at the same time willing myself to continue holding on.
    I closed my eyes for a second and heard my phone beep, I removed a hand from my crotch and grabbed it from the passenger seat “Nearest toilet 5 miles, 8 minutes drive” was displayed on the screen. I didn’t waste a second, as I buckled my seatbelt I selected the option for directions, it was almost impossible to drive as the searing pain in my massively distended and exhausted bladder was now so severe that it felt like it was being sliced open. I groaned and panted as the miles ticked down, “Four minutes to your destination” came the voice from the directions on my phone, I pressed my hand into my crotch, not sure if I could make it, still frantically searching for anywhere I could stop and relieve myself immediately.
    I removed my hand to change gear and felt a jet of hot pee escape, “No, no, no, no, no!” I groaned, in agony as I fought to try and hold it, I longed to pull the car over and rush out but there was nowhere to stop. “Two minutes to your destination” came the voice again, the pain was immense, I was shaking and felt dizzy as I tried to remain as calm and controlled as possible. I couldn’t help but let out a continuous moan as I drove, searching for anything that resembled a toilet, I rounded a corner and there it was, a chain petrol station! I could barely contain my relief, I felt a tear run down my cheek as I quickly pulled into the parking space and dived out of the car, almost forgetting the sheer intensity of my predicament. I instantly stopped and crossed my legs tightly, bending forwards, frozen to the spot in pure agony as I gently bent my knee upwards to try and hold on, to regain composure for just those last few seconds…
    I breathed slowly, as slowly as I could when it felt as though my bladder was so large it was squashing my lungs… I managed to regain just enough control to be able to walk without my hand pressing my crotch and slowly, gingerly walked towards the small shop, I clearly saw the signs for the toilets and headed in that direction, it was more than my bladder could take and I felt it contract and pulse with anticipation. As I approached the door I heard a voice across the shop “Excuse me, if you need to use the toilet you need a key!” he yelled, louder than was necessary from behind the counter. I flashed the briefest smile, “Do you have it?” I enquired, legs crossed and struggling to stay still. “I’ll get it, two minutes” he replied, I didn’t have two minutes, how could he not see that I simply could not wait any longer!?
    I pee danced across to the counter, there were cameras but I didn’t care, I couldn’t help it any more if I didn’t fidget and pee dance then I couldn’t hold it and would wet myself. I bobbed around near the counter, looking at the sweets and pastries, I was so thirsty and made a vow to buy a drink as soon as I had made room for it. As I paced back and forth I lifted one leg at a time, jiggling around in a frantic effort to hold back the impending flood, “Come on, come on!” I muttered under my breath, wondering where the attendant had disappeared to, I couldn’t hold it for much longer! By the time he returned I was once again frozen to the spot with my legs crossed, bobbing my hips to try and hold on. I held my hand out for the key, “You have to pay for your fuel first” he said, before adding “Only customer can use the bathroom.”
    I stared at him in disbelief, “I’m going to wet myself!” I exclaimed shamelessly, “If you don’t give me that key I will wet myself right here, right now, I CANNOT hold it any longer!” I said through gritted teeth, “PLEASE!” I added before he had chance to speak, I genuinely was about to wet myself, I could feel the pee at the very edge of my control, about to come out and soak me. “I’m sorry madam, I can’t, you have to be a customer!” he said, he was young and seemed apologetic but it wasn’t helping me. I bent forward as a wave of desperation caused a shiver down my spine, my legs were crossed but I couldn’t help but hold myself, “Please” I begged “Please, I can’t hold it any longer, please, once I have used the bathroom I will fill up my tank, buy a drink, a sandwich, in fact I am willing to buy this whole petrol station…” I felt a squirt of pee escape and trickle down my leg, followed by another, “PLEASE! I’m wetting myself, please, please give me the key and I PROMISE I will buy something afterwards, my purse is in the car and I can’t walk, I’m honestly wetting myself talking to you! PLEASE, oh God, PLEEEASE!” I begged, staring him in the eye in sheer desperation.
    “Okay, you promise though!?” he enquired “Because I’m not supposed to do this!” I nodded, I was now looking as though I was sitting on an invisible chair, squatted down with my legs crossed and trying everything to stop the squirts escape, I doubted I could even walk to the toilet… “Could you unlock it for me?” I enquired, “I can’t hold it!” I added desperately, “I can’t, I’m not allowed to leave the counter” he replied. I grabbed the key and quickly limped across the shop, frantically wriggling and bouncing to try and stop the flow, finally I managed to co-ordinate myself and get the key into the lock, struggling and fumbling as I groaned in desperation. Finally it opened, I flung open the door and quickly pulled it closed behind me, twisting the lock as I tore down my skirt and threw myself onto the toilet.
    Oh… My… Word, it felt amazing! I had needed it so badly, it was coming out with such speed that it hissed and splashed, unfortunately I hadn’t had time to take down my tights or knickers so was soaking them but at that moment I couldn’t care less! I peed for what seemed like forever, my bladder hurt, I don’t mean that it ached from the stretching, it actually hurt, as though I had injured it in some way. Finally, after some time I was empty, the pain in my bladder subsided slightly and I enjoyed a moment of deep breathing before peeling off my soaked tights and knickers and rolling them into a ball and placing them in the bin. I washed my hands and splashed my hot face, then wet a paper towel and cleaned the trickles of pee from my legs before pulling on my skirt and exiting the toilet. As promised I bought myself a drink, filled my tank with petrol and headed off to my meeting.
    An few hours later we had our first break in the meeting, a woman I knew fairly well came over to me “Do you know who the black Audi belongs to that is parked right outside?” she asked, it was mine, however I don’t normally drive a black Audi as I was using a company car so had completely forgotten that it was mine and so replied that I didn’t, and asked why. “Well…” she said, and leaned in closer to me as if she was about to share a secret “Just as the sun was coming up this morning, I looked out of my hotel window and saw that car parked in the car park. I couldn’t see the person’s face due to the angle of the car in relation to my window but I could clearly see that the lady in the driver’s seat was…” she paused again, lowered her voice and looked around to make sure nobody was nearby, “… masturbating!” she said in a hushed tone. Before I had chance to respond she continued “There was no doubt that was what she was doing, I could clearly see her with one, and then both hands down her skirt! She kept rocking her hips back and forth and throwing her head back in pleasure, she was obviously enjoying it! I just have no idea why you’d do it so publicly! At one point she even threw open the car door and I could hear her moaning through my open window, then she got her phone out and was texting, no doubt her husband or lover telling him what she was up to! Then she just drove off, still with one hand down her skirt finishing herself off!” I sipped at my tea, taking a longer time than usual, not sure what to say…
    “Well, that’s an interesting start to your morning then!” was all I could think of, “Absolutely!” she replied, “That’s why I wanted to know who it was, she’s obviously got more guts than me, I wanted to shake her hand… Assuming that she’s washed it of course! I wish I had the guts to blow off steam like that before a meeting” she laughed. I went red faced and hot all over, partly with embarrassment and partly through sheer thrill and excitement. “I’ve a good mind to wait around after the meeting, see who she is… What do you reckon?” she added, my heart sunk “Well, when I got here this morning that car was already here so I think it belongs to one of the people who work here, you may be waiting a long time!” I lied. “Ahh well, it’s worth a try, I will wait til we’ve all left at least, I’m so curious!” she chuckled before heading off to talk to someone else.
    I didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed, part of me wanted to head proudly to my car at the end of the meeting, however the more sensible side of me hung back for a good half hour to make sure everyone had gone before venturing out… If only she knew what was really happening in that car, that I wasn’t really ‘Blowing off steam’ but actually ‘Holding in liquids!’
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    pguy69 reacted to Burstin for a blog entry, Coach Desperation!   
    Recently I was travelling back from a conference by coach when I was fortunate enough to see some outstanding desperation and (eventually) wetting. I seem to have an uncanny knack for spotting these situations, here is the tale:
    I have been working like crazy lately, 80 hour weeks, days, nights, working at home as well as at work, so when the opportunity arose to travel back from a conference in Scotland by Coach I jumped at the chance! It would mean some much needed down time in which to collect my thoughts, okay I’d be trapped on a coach but it was an excuse to take a good book and enjoy reading it guilt free. I arrived at the coach station and was delighted to see that there weren’t many passengers waiting, it would mean I could have a seat to myself and stretch out a bit.
    We boarded and I found a seat on the driver’s side just before the back of the coach, I noticed there was no toilet on board, which wasn’t a problem for me but I immediately realised I may get to witness some desperation! As I was daydreaming about that thought a lady in her early 30s, slim with pale grey ¾ length cotton trousers and a baby pink silk vest approached and sat across the aisle from me, I was just thinking that if she was to have an accident those trousers wouldn’t hide it when the tannoy interrupted my thoughts.
    “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to this National Express Service from Edinburgh to Birmingham, we anticipate our arrival in Birmingham at approximately 3:45pm, passengers may have noticed that there are no toilet facilities on board this coach due to unforeseen circumstances but rest assured that we will make regular stops along the way to ensure that passengers have every opportunity to use the facilities.”
    I looked at my watch, it was 9:30am, this really was going to be a long journey and I wondered just how often we would be stopping… My attention turned back to the lady in the seat opposite who was making herself comfortable, she had removed a thin grey cardigan and placed it in the overhead space and had also removed her white flip flops and kicked them beneath her seat, she turned her back towards the window so that she was facing me and placed her bare feet on the seat next to her with her knees raised. She then opened a book and began to read.
    I did the same, practically mirroring her in position but will my legs outstretched and crossed in front of me and my shoes still intact. The coach began to move and I started to read intently, we stopped about an hour later for our first toilet stop, a few people got off and the lady opposite me stood and walked around a little, she seemed to have a problem with sitting for long periods so did this regularly before sitting down and resuming her position. With the motion of the coach, the cool breeze and my sheer exhaustion it was all I could do to keep my eyes open and I found myself drifting off into blissful sleep…
    I awoke gently some time later ( almost 2 hours later) as we pulled into our second toilet stop, most of the coach alighted this time, clearly desperate to relieve themselves after a longer stretch on the road. The lady opposite me was eating a sandwich which I assumed that she had bought with her, I noticed that one of her flip flops had slid back and was now under the seat behind her, just as I was wondering whether she had realised she bent forward to look for them and stood up to retrieve the second one from behind her, she slipped them onto her feet and once again walked up and down the coach. This time sipping water from a bottle as she did so, after around ten minutes the remainder of the passengers began to filter back on board, some with sandwiches and drinks too. I was confident that I would be seeing some desperation, as long as the length of time to the next stop was adequate.
    The driver came to the back of the coach and opened a couple more windows as it really was getting hot now in the middle of the day, the lady opposite called to him “Excuse me, how long will it be until our next toilet stop?” she enquired, “Probably around an hour or so madam, although if you need to go I’d suggest going now before we depart as I can’t guarantee how the traffic will affect us” he replied thoroughly, “No, thanks I don’t need to go as such I was just curious as I don’t want to drink too much and be caught short!” she laughed. Her words rang in my ears; I don’t need to go “As such”, what did that mean? Did she need to go a little? Was she aware of her bladder’s capabilities therefore was she holding it deliberately? The two of us, by my observations were the only passengers who had not departed the coach at either stop so far, I needed it a little but would easily wait until the next stop if not until I reached home… She must need it too; I was consumed by the thought of her bladder filling, so much so that I read the same page of my book over and over.
    She looked comfortable enough and was showing no outward signs of desperation or even discomfort, perhaps she just had a large bladder similar to me? What if it was bursting at the seams right now and she was secretly wondering whether she could manage another hour, what if we hit traffic? Could she manage to hold it? My mind raced with thoughts of her struggling as we approached the services, of watching her barely able to walk as she crossed the tarmac into the shiny glass building, frantically seeking out the fastest route to relief. I must have worn myself out as I one again fell asleep…
    When I woke I looked immediately at the lady opposite, she was also asleep, the bottle that she had been sipping from was now empty, I strained to see the size on the label, 1.5 litres, my body stirred with excitement, that was a lot of liquid to be travelling to a bladder that was already potentially full or partially full. I prayed that something would happen to ensure that she had to endure that fullness a little longer than she had planned. She looked comfortable in her slumber, her head rested against the seat with her knees drawn up almost to her chest, she was leaning heavily on her right hip and her body was turned towards the seats, she was curled up and seemed to be fast asleep.
    I wondered how full her bladder was now, if she would wake up bursting and unable to contain herself, and whether she would remain restrained or would be forced to give in and display her desperation… As I felt the coach slowing I knew I would soon find out, we were pulling into the services, many of the passengers were on their feet before we had even stopped, one lady was clearly bursting as she clung onto the grab rail with all her might whilst crossing her legs and jiggling, to my delight as the coach stopped they had to parade past my side of the coach to get to the services and the lady in question could hardly walk, I watched eagerly as she headed across the car park as quickly as she could manage without bursting, and disappeared into the service station.
    I noticed that my lady opposite had not been amongst them, when I turned back it was immediately apparent why that was, she was still fast asleep. In fact she hadn’t even stirred as we had pulled in and parked, I was afraid to move for fear of disturbing her and causing her to rush off into the toilets. My own bladder was full and I was hungry, I secretly longed to head into the services in search of some lunch and maybe consider nipping to the toilet, but this was for the greater good. I would have to remain hungry and nurse my full bladder if I had any hope of witnessing her desperation. It felt as though we had been stopped forever, even the driver had left us presumably to eat and relieve himself, I watched eagerly for him to return and hoped that the sleeping lady opposite would remain asleep and not have to opportunity to relieve what I now felt sure was a full bladder.
    My prayers were answered, finally after what felt like an eternity the driver returned, followed by the remaining passengers who all piled on board and settled themselves. I cringed as the driver started the engine and the coach juddered to a start, she stirred slightly as the coach began its journey out of the car park but moved only to brush her hair away from her nose before falling back into a deep sleep. I looked at my watch, it was now 2:20pm and I knew we were running late, “Ladies and gentlemen due to the unforeseen rest stops this coach is currently running approximately 1 hour and 15 minutes late, we are now due to arrive into Birmingham at approximately 5pm.” Nobody seemed to mind, most people seemed to be on their way back from holidays, I was in no particular rush… The lady opposite me had slept through the booming announcement somehow so was unaware.
    Amazingly she also slept through the subsequent toilet stop, she had woken very briefly during the journey and had glanced at her watch and taken another bottle of water from her bag and sipped at it whilst taking some tablets. Perhaps she wasn’t feeling well and had a headache, which would explain the sleep. She glanced at her watch and out of the window before curling back up and promptly going back to sleep, 15 minutes later we arrived at the stop, I seriously needed the loo now but was reluctant to go… I knew my bladder had a little more room in it yet so decided to stay put, I had to do a little wiggle for a while to convince my bladder that we were okay, it over-reacted in exactly the same way as when you get to your front door at home and it gets over excited, once it realised we weren’t budging it calmed right back down.
    Once again I willed the lady opposite to remain sleeping, knowing that this was probably the last stop before we arrived home… I was a little sad to think that any desperation I would see would be fairly short lived but hoped that she would soon wake up desperate enough for me to at least see a little, even if it was just as she left the coach, little did I know that I was about to see MUCH more than that! Finally we pulled away from the stop, as soon as we had exited the slip road and had reached full speed on the motorway the lady awoke. I had been staring at her in her sleep, keen to spot any signs of her body fighting to hold on but alas there were none. When she woke she stretched and seemed distracted by discomfort in her neck and back, she carefully turned in her seat and placed both feet on the floor and her hands on her knees whilst she straightened her back. Once she had done this a few times she placed one hand on her lower abdomen and gently rubbed, as she did so she winced and glanced at her watch…
    I knew the signs, she needed a wee and was wondering where the stop was! My heart beat fast in my chest and my own bladder twinged with excitement as I watched her place her elbows on her knees and rest her head in her hands, she remained like this for a few minutes before once again placing one hand on her abdomen and gently rubbing in a circular motion, she was sat forward at a 45 degree angle as she placed her other hand beneath her bottom, as she did so she gently rocked from side to side a few times before coming to rest after placing her other hand beneath her bottom on the opposite side, her shoulders were raised and her toes were on the floor as she simultaneously bounced her knees rapidly, she had to go badly!
    The sun was in my eyes so I reached down to my bag and swapped my glasses for my sunglasses, this served two purposes, it prevented me from getting a headache but also enabled me to watch her without her realising she was being watched since my sunglasses were so dark, I opened my book up and raised my knees, my bladder protested a little but once again calmed as soon as it realised it would not get its own way! I pretended to look at my book but instead stared over the top of it, my gaze fixed intently on my travelling companion as I watched her begin to struggle with her desperation. She alternated rocking from side to side on her hands with the knee bouncing for a while, before beginning to rock back and forth, when she did this she lifted her feet off the floor and rocked whilst gazing out of the window.
    Occasionally she rocked forward and held her position there, thighs squeezed together, shoulders raised and leaning forward, no doubt putting pressure on her pee hole as she did so, her face looked relatively calm yet her body language was tense and uncomfortable. She removed her hands from beneath her bottom and stretched her fingers, returning circulation presumably before placing one hand side on between her knees, she checked the time with the other hand as she began to bounce her knees again before placing her other hand between her knees also and squeezing her thighs together… She glanced over at me briefly before slowly and carefully sliding her hands up closer to her crotch, when they got there she once again checked that I wasn’t watching and whilst keeping the hand nearest me sideways I saw her turn her other hand and press her fingers into the crotch of her pals grey trousers. She remained like this for a little while, her shoulders relaxed a little in apparent relief, with that I coughed and turned the page in my book whilst shuffling a little, she immediately removed both hands and returned them to beneath her bottom in a swift movement whilst resuming the knee bouncing.
    I smiled inwardly, knowing I had forced her to forego relief for fear of being caught, I felt a little guilty since my own bladder was also uncomfortable, however I am more than used to the feeling, this may be a new and unsettling experience for her, but it was one I was going to cherish. I pretended to return to my book and she slowly and n a very considered manner turned her back against the window and lifted her legs back onto the seat, I could tell that she found this uncomfortable as she once again fidgeted her legs as she settled into position, she picked up her book and stretched her legs out in front of her, she used her book as cover as she slid a hand down her thigh and rested it in her crotch, once she had checked that I apparently wasn’t looking she crossed her legs and raised her book, I could see the gentle, barely visible movement in her arm which told me she was using her thumb to massage her pee hole.
    Her bare feet constantly tapped together, she tried to stop them every now and again but as soon as her concentration dropped they started again, she was becoming powerless to hide it as her body tried everything to remain in control. After around 20 minutes she placed her book on her knees and leant her head back against the window, her face was flushed red and she had begun to sweat a little, she fanned herself with a piece of paper she was using as a bookmark and closed her eyes… She looked a little defeated as she placed the paper down and carefully touched her abdomen, without meaning to she lifted her silk vest a little and this showed me that her pale grey cotton trousers were cutting deep into her belly… This couldn’t have been helping her, she slipped her hand into her waistband and winced and visibly arched her back and recoiled as she slowly pulled her thumb round to the front at snails pace, evilly as soon as she came close I coughed loudly, this made her jump and I felt sure she leaked a little, her back straightened and her eyes shot open as she leant forward, knocking her book onto the floor as she did so, it slid towards my seat and she knew she would have to bend down to retrieve it, she looked at me, secretly hoping I would pick it up no doubt.
    I did, I leant forward and squashed my own full bladder in the process, I grabbed the spine and picked it up before leaning forward to pass it to her, this forced her to do the same, she was clearly incapable of doing so and so she placed a foot on the floor and sat on her other heel as she leant forward to meet me. She took the book from me and thanked me, she sat back onto her heel and her face softened as she realised that this was a good way of applying pressure. “Would you like me to open another window, you look very hot?” I enquired, “Erm, yes, well it is very hot on here, that would be nice thanks” she smiled, there was a window just a few seats ahead of her that I was sure would afford her some breeze so I headed over there and pulled it open, it reminded me how full my bladder was as it jolted, I had to go fairly soon otherwise I would be displaying some desperation myself!
    She thanked me and I assured her it was no problem before sitting down, “Excuse me” she interrupted as I settled back into my book, as I looked at her I noticed that she had unbuttoned her trousers, she must have done it quickly while I was not sitting opposite her as I could see the button protruding slightly beneath her vest, “Excuse me, sorry to disturb you but have I missed a services stop?” she enquired with a slightly pained expression on her face, “Yes indeed you have, in fact you’ve missed two!” I chuckled, she seemed surprised! “Oh wow! Okay, thanks!” she sort of half laughed back before adding “Are we running late too? We should be home by now?” I laughed again, “Yes you missed the tannoy announcement saying that we were around an hour and a half late due to having to stop, if you need to go badly I could ask the driver to make an unscheduled stop?” I enquired, knowing almost for certain that she wouldn’t want to cause a fuss. She did however, consider it for a moment, “Oh no I will be fine, it was more that I wanted a drink and some paracetamol as my head it thumping!” she replied. She seemed a lot more comfortable sitting on her heel and with her trousers unbuttoned, I guessed that a lot of the pressure had been relieved by these two things.
    “I have paracetamol if you’d like some?” I offered, “Oh that’s nice of you thanks, but I haven’t got a drink to take it with, but thank you” she replied, “I have a spare one, it’s probably a little warm after being in my bag for hours but it’s a drink nevertheless and if you’re suffering then you’re more than welcome to it!” I offered, “Really?” she replied with a smile, “Oh that’s so nice of you thank you, it would really help, I’ve taken some ibuprofen but it hasn’t touched it, as long as you’re sure you don’t mind?” she replied, if only she knew! The prospect of her drinking more at this stage was like music to my ears, even if it was just a sip of water! I passed her the paracetamol and unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed it to her, she placed the first paracetamol at the back of her throat and swallowed it down with a gulp of water then did the same with the second but instead of a gulp of water she continued to drink, she couldn’t seem to stop herself even though she must have known that it would backfire, unless she knew that she could just about hold out until we got back. She stopped and screwed the cap back on, the bottle was almost finished, it was only a ¾ litre bottle but that would soon also be making its way to her bladder.
    She remained sitting on her heel for a while, her face pointing towards the cool breeze from the open window, she rested her head back against the seat and to my astonishment soon managed to fall asleep… I guess the suffering from her headache must have outweighed the suffering in her bladder, at least in her current position. I felt bad when we turned into the services a short time later; I wondered whether to wake her, I decided not to as she had told me it was only for painkillers and a drink so perhaps I had misjudged her desperation… However this time I HAD to go! I carefully stood up and squeezed out of the seat, careful not to make a sound, gravity’s effect on my bladder meant I was in a fair amount of discomfort if not even pain, so I carefully and slowly started down the coach, as soon as I was outside the need intensified a thousand times, I was desperate! I rushed as much as I could to the toilets, keen not to miss my travel companion making her run for it if she woke… I reached the building and could still see her back against the window in the coach.
    Finally inside the serviced I searched for the toilets and found them at the top of an escalator, I rushed towards it and stood still, I couldn’t help but pee dance a little and wondered if I would short out the electrics if I wet myself although I was quite a way from that I felt… the escalator seemed to take forever but I was finally at the top, I headed off to the toilets and quickly searched out a cubicle. I felt like I couldn’t hold it a second longer, it’s amazing how the desperation intensifies as soon as you’re near a toilet… I pulled down my jeans and knickers and sat down and enjoyed a huge pee… As I sat there feeling the relief of an empty bladder wash over me I wondered if my lady was still fast asleep. As I was finishing I heard the door to the toilets burst open and heard someone rush in making ooh and Ahh sounds as they tried all the cubicles until she found an empty one, she made oooh sounds until she could manage to get her trousers off then the sound of a desperately needed pee was unmistakeable as it gushed full force into the toilet. I felt sure it was my lady and I had missed it, I headed to the sinks to wash my hands and tried to catch a glimpse of the person who had needed to go so badly. Eventually though I had washed and dried my hands so was forced to go, as I headed out of the services I felt disappointed…
    However when I got halfway across the car park I could clearly see that familiar pink silk vest pressed against the window of the coach… I knew that the person who had almost wet themselves was still very much inside the toilets, probably cleaning up after some leaks so felt happier that I hadn’t missed it, although someone sadistic at the same time! I climbed the steps to the coach and resumed my position in my seat, sure enough the lady was still asleep, still sitting on her heel and holding the last few mouthfuls of my bottle of water in her hand. I knelt on the seat to be able to reach the overhead compartment and pulled out an apple and a banana, my bladder had been so full it had masked my hunger, now I was ravenous. As I knelt there I saw a lady get back on the coach and sit next to her husband a few seats in front of me, “You won’t believe how close I came to wetting myself while I was in the queue!” she said to him, “I’ve had to throw my knickers away they were soaked through!” she added. I guessed that she had been the person who came rushing in while I was relieving myself, I felt satisfied that it was not my subject however a little disappointed that I had missed it.
    I sat and ate my fruit as I waited for the coach to depart the services, as I did so I watched the lady opposite for any signs of her waking up or her desperation. Finally the coach pulled out of the services and as we headed down the motorway to our final destination I was once again struggling to keep my eyes open… I must have only dozed off for a few minutes but when I woke up the lady opposite was also very much awake! She was leaning forwards with her bum right on the edge of her seat with her hands beneath her knees rocking back and forth, I noticed that she had discarded the bottle of water and had got one flip flop on, however the other had once again slipped back to the seat behind, I guessed that she was too desperate to search for it right now but that she wanted to be ready to make a swift exit as soon as the opportunity arose.
    Every now and again I could hear her grunt in the back of her throat as she fought her body’s urge to let go, she arched her back and rubbed her bladder with one hand as she blew air out through pursed lips slowly, she placed her hands under her bottom again and rocked from side to side, she couldn’t keep her legs still now and they bounced up and down at the knee sometimes simultaneously and sometimes alternating. She remained like this for some time, head down, completely focussed, seemingly not caring how she looked. She groaned as she folded her arms across her stomach and bent double, resting her arms on her thighs. I could hear her let out little grunts and groans as the discomfort tore through her abdomen; it was all so familiar to me.
    After a while she raised her head and in a fluid motion she lay right back, pushing her bottom down so that her back was on the seat, her head raised and the base of her spine and her buttocks were sort of in mid-air, she kicked off her one flip flop and placed both feet high on the back of the seat in front, she began to bounce her bent knees, in the same motion that she had done when she was sitting upright, she clearly hoped that lying on her back would affect gravity’s pull on her bladder. She clamped her hands between her legs and pulled them upwards towards her crotch, I had been so careful not to move a muscle while all this was going on, with my sunglasses on I believe she still thought I was asleep.
    I watched silently as she removed one hand and slipped it down the front of her delicate pink knickers, for a moment she gently cupped her visible bladder bulge and then ever so gently pressed her fingers into it in a circular motion, perhaps to try and relieve the cramping that must have been causing her agony. She bit her lip and pulled up hard with her other hand as she pressed gently but firmly, her eyes closed as she tried hard to relax and regain some comfort by softening her spasming muscles. Her toes curled tightly and her body froze as she lay there massaging her bladder carefully, slowly regulating her breathing she clearly knew that calm is key and that she would be marginally more comfortable if she could relax her tummy muscles. She massaged lower and lower until finally her hand had all but disappeared into her knickers, I knew that she was now massaging either her clit or her pee hole, maybe both! She removed her hand from between her thighs and held it out in mid-air beside her, as if she was using it as some sort of balance. She held it palm outwards towards me before slowly lowering it and firmly gripping the edge of the seat, she groaned in the back of her throat as she squeezed her thighs together and brought her knees up to her chest, pointing her toes as she did so, it must have been agony however the relief that would have followed as she moved her knees back out would have been amazing.
    She remained in this strange position, on her back with her feet against the chair in front of her, sort of like the birthing position for ages, she seemed fairly calm although clearly uncomfortable since she was still grunting slightly and kept squeezing her crotch with her hand which was now outside her knickers but remained down her trousers. Every now and again she wiggled her hips or pumped her knees and eventually she crossed one leg over the other and seemed to be in complete control, although I’m sure also in complete agony! Every now and again she lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from home she was. I decided to move since my leg had almost completely gone to sleep, so sat up a little and pretended to read my book. Almost instantly she moved out of her odd position, clearly embarrassed, and resumed her sitting position. This could not have been a worse idea, I could tell by the look on her face and the frantic nature of her movements that she was barely able to remain in control.
    Clearly her bladder felt like someone was using a red hot, blunt knife to rip her apart, as her folded arms over her abdomen and gasping in pain showed. She was scissoring her legs open and closed now, this seemed to help a little but she was struggling almost immeasurably and I felt a little bad for not waking her at the last services. Her face was deathly pale but will rosy circles on her cheeks, her whole body tensed as pain ripped through her and she fought to hold on, she turned to me “Excuse me, do you have any idea how much longer it will be until we get to Birmingham, I will need to book a taxi you see” she lied, she basically just wanted to know how much longer she would have to hold it. As she waited for my response she remained perfectly still and tried as hard as she could to look as though she wasn’t struggling to hold back what felt like a lake of pee… “Erm…” I began as I looked at my watch, “I think he said around…” my voice was interrupted by the sound of the tannoy, “Ladies and Gentlemen we are now approaching Birmingham, we have hit a little bit of traffic however we anticipate our arrival in approximately 45 minutes, thank you.”, “Oh that’s not too bad” she chirped.
    I was surprised at her response, clearly she was able to hold on better than I had imagined, or else she was embarrassed and didn’t want to let on and genuinely thought I was fooled. She began to pack her things into her bag and slipped her flip flop back on again, she bent forward to look for the other one and let out a sharp “Ahh” as she must have squashed her bladder a little too much, she was really struggling to bend or move far from her current position, “Sorry did you call me?” I enquired, I knew very well she hadn’t but wanted an excuse to speak to her again, “No, I, erm, I was just looking for my other shoe, it seems to have disappeared!” she tried to chuckle but it hurt and I knew it, her face screwed up slightly into a wince and she could barely manage a smile. I felt bad so jumped up and retrieved her flip flop, I placed it at her feet and she shuffled her toes into it, the relief on her face that she wouldn’t have to bend to get it was obvious, “Thank you!” she replied.
    I went back to pretending to read my book and she went back to pretending she wasn’t absolutely bursting for a wee, she was at that awful stage where you can’t stay still but it’s too painful to move very far, so she continued tapping one foot and very gently rocked her hips to and fro, she crossed her legs and leant back, the panic etched across her face increased and after glancing at me she quickly moved back to her former position. She breathed slowly and in a very measured way, almost sighing with every breath as if she was meditating. She began to hum a little tune as she groaned more and more frequently, it was all she could do to prevent her hand from creeping into her crotch and sometimes when she thought she was safe she slipped her fingers in there and squeezed, when she did this she closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, it helped a huge amount but she daren’t keep her hand there in case I noticed.
    15 minutes passed and she seemed anxious, I lifted my head and made brief eye contact and smiled, she was clearly waiting for an opportunity to talk to me “This is a long 4 to 5 minutes isn’t it? That traffic must have been worse than the driver thought!” she said, her voice quivering slightly. “Four to five minutes?” I enquired, “Yes, on the tannoy the driver said we were around four to five minutes from Birmingham… but that we had hit traffic, that seemed like ages ago!” she said, pausing in the middle to allow a cramp or urge to subside enough for her to be able to force the words past it. “He said FORTY FIVE minutes” I corrected, “As in three quarters of an hour!” I felt like her world shattered right there in front of my eyes, she shuffled a little in her seat and tears filled her eyes instantly a she realised she wasn’t going to make it. “Oh, I see, oh right, silly me! Mind you I guess that was a while ago so we must be nearly there now” she replied, I could hear the lump in her throat, “Have you got someone waiting for you?” I asked before adding “Because in actual fact we’ve barely moved since that announcement, the traffic is that heavy, I think we’re not much closer than we were back then!”, she blinked and a tear ran down her cheek, she immediately stopped it and wiped it away.
    She struggled to stay still as she was talking to me, and the tears were fighting to roll down her cheeks, I felt bad, I didn’t want her to cry! She considered her answer very carefully and it felt like an age before she replied, “No, it’s not that, it’s just that I was wondering that’s all, I’m just quite tired and my head is, well, you know, and it’s been a long day and well, to tell you the truth I’m absolutely desperate for a wee, and erm, I’m not entirely sure how much longer I can hold it!” she babbled, without looking me in the eye, the tears of shame, desperation, pain and anxiety ran down her cheeks and she hung her head as the tears dripped and made dark spots on her pale grey trousers. “Well, it’s not long now, I’m sure we’ll be through this traffic soon enough and there’s plenty of toilets at the coach station!” I replied cheerily. She nodded as I passed her a tissue, “Thanks” she replied, “You’re right it’s not long, I’m just being silly of course I can hold it!” she replied as she sniffled and wiped her face with her tissue.
    She tried to make conversation as she shuddered with desperation, “So, are you from Birmingham?” she asked, “Yes I am, I’m just on my way back from a work conference, are you?” I replied. She closed her eyes for a second and winced, she gasped a little and squeezed her thighs together, I decided to carry on speaking and be bold, “Are you having to squeeze everything just to hold it?” I asked, she nodded vigorously, “I’m okay honestly, yes I’m from Birmingham but I live in Scotland, I’m here visiting friends for the weekend” she said, surprisingly coherently. She sat bolt upright and quickly pushed her hand into her crotch, she grabbed her cardigan to hide her action and apologised, “It’s okay” I sympathised, “If you put your foot underneath you and sit on the heel of your foot it will help” I offered some advice as she continued to fight it, “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, it’s not long now, I’ve held it for this long I can manage a few more minutes” she visibly shook as she said it and her smile flashed across her face like lightning, I doubted she was still dry, she was fighting it so hard and was exhausted. “As long as you’re sure, I can ask the driver to stop?” I offered, it went against everything I stood for but I felt a strange urge to help her for some reason.
    Her reply betrayed her condition more than anything else: “No, thank you for offering but, it’s, it’s absolutely fine, I’m sure I can… Its fine, I mean I’m sure I can… what was I saying? I mean, I, I think I can hold it, it’s really not that bad, I think I, I mean, erm, unless, I mean if you wanted to, you know, go, or anything, or… No, honestly I’m fine I think I can hold it, I mean we can’t stop the whole coach for… I mean, it would be a huge inconvenience, I can definitely, I mean I’m pretty sure that I think I might be able to hold it for a little longer, so unless you need to go?” she babbled, clearly trying to convince herself or not even having a clue how long she had left, “I don’t need to go but I will gladly ask the driver for you?” I replied, “No, thanks it’s fine, I can’t ask you to do that, the driver would be… You can’t ask him to stop just for me, I think… I think… I think… I, erm, can we see how I am in a couple of minutes, I can hold it for a couple of minutes more.” I nodded, “Okay, I won’t ask him then if you’re sure you can hold it all the way home” I concluded before quickly moving the conversation on.
    “So is there a reason you’re visiting friends this weekend?” I asked, her face was a picture, a mixture of sheer terror, pain, exhaustion and panic, “Erm, a friend’s hen party, the driver wouldn’t stop for just me anyway would he?” she asked, rocking back and forth, clearly dying for me to ask as she was too embarrassed, “No probably not!” I replied before adding “Oh I see; so is it just the one night or the whole weekend for her hen party, when does she get married?” she replied I a strained voice “Erm not until July, just the one night, tomorrow, maybe it’s worth just checking with him, just to see, at least we’d know then wouldn’t we?” she continued, she wasn’t about to let it drop, “Ohh I see, going anywhere nice? July weddings are nice, you tend to get slightly better weather” I replied, ignoring her question completely, she crossed her legs and bent right forward with both hands in her crotch, then uncrossed her legs and frantically placed her foot under her bottom and began to bounce up and down, as she now had her legs open I could clearly see a distinct wet patch which seemed to extend right back to her bum.
    Her fists were clenched and she groaned in pain with every bounce, but it seemed to be holding off the flood for now “Do you think we’re almost there?” she asked, “No, well, I think we’re about 20 minutes away but the traffic seems to be pretty bad so I think maybe…” she interrupted my sentence, “Can you ask the driver to stop, please!” she panted, she looked me in the eye for a moment in sheer desperation before looking back at her lap… “I’m so embarrassed, I think I’m going to wet myself!” she whispered. “I don’t think there will be any services now” I said “I don’t care, if he can stop anywhere, even the side of the road” she said, sobbing. I nodded and headed to the front of the coach, “There’s a lady at the back who is desperate for the loo, any chance of a stop?” I asked, “No chance” he replied, “I need to be in the right hand lane up ahead to get on the right junction, if she’s really desperate there’s some hospital bedpans underneath the back seat!” he added, “But she’ll have to take it with her when she gets off!” he said as I turned to walk away.
    When I returned to the back of the coach she was on all fours in the midst of a manoeuvre to clamp her hands between her legs and kneel on the seat, she bounced furiously as I approached “Well?” she asked eagerly, I shook my head. “Oh God” she said calmly in a very serious voice. She continued to bounce for a few minutes before freezing suddenly, she knelt with her legs plaited and held her crotch and froze on the spot, “Oh god” she repeated, she leant forwards slowly, one hand still in her crotch the other on her bladder “Please hold on!” she begged herself quietly, “There is one option” I said, she looked at me hopefully “ANYTHING!” she said through gritted teeth.” There are some hospital bed pans under the back seat; you could go into one of those?” I explained, “Here?” she replied, “I can’t!” I nodded, “Okay, I understand” she gently rocked back and forth for a couple of minutes, jolting every now and again, it was apparent that the pee was at the very edge of her lips and threatening to escape as she kept quickly moving her second hand to her crotch and back again to her swollen abdomen.
    As time passed she bent further and further forward until she was doubled over, “Okay, let me see these bedpans” she whispered, finally deciding that it was that or wet yourself. I headed to the back seat and searched underneath, there were only one long men’s one there, “There’s only these, how good is your aim?” I laughed as I showed it to her, it was a fancy plastic one with a lid, I had never seen anything like it before! “I’m willing to try anything! Look away!” she said, she grabbed it off me and I heard her fumbling with her trousers and grunting and panting, then all of a sudden just seconds later there was a loud hissing sounds followed immediately by the sound of the liquid hitting the bottle, the sound carried on without stopping, “I need another one, quickly!” she said, “There was only one!” I replied, “Oh God I can’t stop!” she whispered, then made a straining noise, I heard pee squirt into the bottle once, and again, this time longer, “I really can’t stop” she whispered, then another squirt followed by silence and the sound of the lid snapping on the bottle.
    I waited for a while and turned towards her to see her holding the pee bottle full to the absolute brim of pee, “Are you sure there were no more?” she said, she was standing up in front of her seat dancing from side to side with her hand in her crotch inside her trousers… “I’m sure!” I replied, “Do you think we can empty this out of the window, I can’t hold it now I’ve started!” she said. “I’m pretty sure we’d be arrested plus it’s disgusting!” I replied. She crossed her legs and laid her pee bottle carefully on her seat so that she could use both hands in her crotch, “I’ve never been so embarrassed, I’m so so sorry!” she said, “It’s okay, you can’t help it!” I replied, it had occurred to me that since her aim seemed good she could use any of the three water bottles we had emptied to pee into, but I wasn’t about to suggest that. Finally after a few minutes she managed to sit down, “I feel a bit better now” she sighed, “Thank you so much, I most definitely would have wet myself without you!” she added.
    She didn’t seem to want to talk any more, I guessed she was still bursting and uncomfortable so I once again pretended to read my book, I watched as she pee danced and jiggled around in her seat, frantically trying to hold on despite the remainder of her load waiting in her urethra, I knew that she was only holding now by clenching her labia tightly, and that they would soon tire. Finally we managed to arrive at the coach station, she had managed to hold it somehow and I’m sure was looking forward to a very much deserved dash to the toilets… I sort of hoped they were closed but at the same time wanted them to be open so that she could actually manage not to wet herself, my emotions were so mixed. She once again slipped on her flip flops and grabbed her bag, her bottom was dark grey and wet from her earlier leaks “You may want to tie your cardigan around your waist” I suggested, “Really? Is it that bad? Thanks!” she replied, blushing red with embarrassment. “Thanks again for everything” she said, almost too embarrassed to make eye contact. She stood in the aisle in front of me pee dancing, clearly still desperate.
    “Don’t forget to collect your luggage from the side of the coach, as this coach is late for its next pick up so will be departing almost immediately, all bags MUST be taken IMMEDIATELY after alighting the coach” the driver tannoyed as we filed out, she groaned, this would mean further delay! She gingerly climbed down the steps and off the coach immediately froze with her legs crossed tightly a few steps later. She stood eagerly awaiting her baggage, bobbing slightly and bending forwards in pain; I wondered if she had remembered her pot of pee, or whether it would be a nice surprise for the next passengers? I watched as she stepped forwards a little, “Is there one with a green tag?” she asked the man unloading the luggage, she crossed her legs and swung from side to side before starting to do a sort of chicken walk for a minute, then resuming her leg crossing and barely daring to move.
    She paced and pee danced as surreptitiously as she could manage until she found herself standing with her back to the coach, I saw a bag with a green tag being unloaded and expected her to rush towards it and rush away to the toilets but she didn’t move, she looked suspiciously over at me and quickly looked away again… She clearly spotted her bag and yet made no movement towards it, as I looked at her again, puzzled, I noticed that once again there were tears in her eyes and she was making attempts to keep them there rather than allowing them free passage down her cheeks… I wondered what was wrong; perhaps the exhaustion had gotten the better of her? Then I noticed, her bare flip flopped feet were glistening in the evening sun, behind her feet was a dark patch which was instantly recognisable as a puddle, and it was growing, running off the kerb and onto the roadside, I stood for a moment and watched the dark grey streaks grow wider and wider down her legs…
    Her legs were firmly crossed yet still she couldn’t help it, her body had tired of her defiance and had taken a stand… And what a spectacularly beautiful stand it was! She glanced over at me and our eyes met, I gave her a sympathetic look and she burst into tears. I walked past her and grabbed her bag for her and placed it in front of her, I hugged her and felt her sobbing on my shoulder… As I let her go I looked down at her crossed legs and instructed her to just let go, and boy she did, despite the already sizeable puddle and grey streaks she managed to let go of a huge amount more, she stopped when finally her legs were soaked and her trousers had stuck to her, she shivered in the early evening breeze… Her feet slipped from side to side in her flip flops as she headed over to the toilets, she dragged her bag in with her and waved goodbye as she disappeared into the door.
    I sat on the bench outside the toilets; I didn’t plan on waiting for her but felt weak with excitement at what I had just witnessed…
    She emerged some twenty minutes later and was surprised to see me sitting there, she had dressed in a black jumper and had changed into a pair of pale blue jeans and some black ballerina shoes. “I can’t thank you enough for today” she said as she approached me, “It’s fine, I just wanted to check you were okay and assure you that it was no problem”, “Well thanks, it’s not every day you get lumbered with a grown woman with the bladder of a little girl on your journey I bet!?” she joked, “I’d say it was more the bladder of an oil drum, have you seen that puddle?” I pointed with a chuckle. “Oh God” she cringed, “I can’t believe I wet myself within mere feet of the toilets!” “It’s okay, clearly you were desperate beyond your bladder’s ability” I said, “Clearly!” she replied with a laugh, again gesturing towards the puddle before burying her head in her hands in shame! “Anyway I’d better be off, my friends will be wondering where I am” she said, “Thank you again kind stranger!” she said as she walked away… I never did get to learn her name!
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