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  1. Yeah I heard her. First Ann was gasping in panic, then there was this torrent gushing and at last her relieved moaning
  2. Last weekend, my girlfriend Ann and I were in Munich. We stayed with our friends, Tom and Ina. On Saturday, we went to the Oktoberfest, the big Beerfestival. We arrived at the "Schottenhammel" tent around 6 PM. Ann looked incredibly cute in a light blue dirndl. Despite the warm weather, much to my delight, she was wearing a delicate, flesh-colored silk pantyhose. We quickly found a good spot, had some food, and, of course, drank a few liters of beer. The atmosphere was great, and people were swaying to the music. After a while, I noticed that Ann was shifting on her bench even when the music wasn't playing. It soon became clear to me that the beer was having an effect on her already small bladder. This was confirmed when she said, "I'll be right back" and disappeared to the restroom shortly thereafter. She returned a few moments later. I wondered for a moment but didn't think much of it. However, as Ann continued to fidget and her restlessness increased over time, I suspected that she hadn't actually gone to the restroom and that she was still in urgent need. My suspicion was confirmed when Ann asked when we were leaving and shortly thereafter wanted to go home, citing tiredness as the reason. I couldn't help but smile inwardly because Ann was just adorable when she felt embarrassed. I did feel sorry for her because I could sense that she was really suffering by that point. We had to cross the fairgrounds to catch the bus, and then we had a 15-minute bus ride. All in all, my poor Ann had about 45 more minutes to endure before she could use the toilet at home. And she must have been in desperate need. While waiting at the bus stop, Ann couldn't stand still for a second. She would walk around, pretending to look for the bus, and then return to us, constantly shifting from one foot to the other. She tried to cover up her restlessness by talking almost frantically. Ina eventually asked her if everything was okay. Ann was startled and asked why, and Ina pointed out her restlessness. However, Ann brushed it off, saying she felt a bit cold. Surprisingly, we got a four-seat spot on the bus. Ann could hardly contain herself. Her whole body was trembling, and she occasionally shivered. At times she crossed her legs, and at other times, she fidgeted in her seat, constantly changing positions. I was genuinely concerned that she wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. Then I noticed that she had both hands tucked under her apron. I knew she was clamping her hands or rather fingers tightly between her bursting thighs. She managed to hold on until we reached our bus stop and even the 5-minute walk to Tom and Ina's apartment. However, in the elevator and as Tom unlocked the door, Ann was desperately fidgeting and continuously pressing her hands under her apron into her crotch. As soon as the door opened, she rushed to the bathroom. Ina remarked, "Wow, that was an absolute emergency. I thought she wouldn't make it." We wanted to go to sleep right away. When Ann was changing in our room, I surprised her and felt her crotch with my hand. Her panties and stockings were really damp. Since there were no more excuses, she tearfully confessed to me how desperately she needed to go, that the line for the restroom was so long that it was too embarrassing for her to wait there, and that she couldn't quite make it on the bus and then at home, resulting in a few splashes in her panties. We had quite an eventful night. P.S. I like girls in desperation, especially being to shy or poud to admit their need, trying to hide it and even denying it, when directly asked. If you have share one of these interests or more, we can chat. Just leave me a message here.
  3. Thank you, I love the scenario of a girl being to shy to admit her desperate need and trying to conceal it
  4. Hi, have you ever been asked , if you are desperate even though you haven´t said so before? So it means, it was obvious to someone else. Or have you experienced someone else being asked, if he/she is desperate? I had a girlfriend who often waited to go to the bathroom until the last moment. She always became quiet restless and fidgety. Especially her mom always asked her, if she has to go. And my GF was always really embarressed. Then I had a femal colleague at the bank. One day she stood at the counter with her legs squeezed together and squirming inconspiciously. After she was done with the client, another college asked her, if everything is ok. The desperate girl asked back, "yes why?" to which the other one replied: "Because it looks like you are about to pee yourself." The girl git beetred and rushed to the toilet.
  5. Cool set up, please go on!!!
  6. For me the best part is, when she tries to hide her desperation. It´s the tension between holding it somehow and no being to obvious.
  7. I am also totally in the desperation part. The end is a nice to have if it is just close enough to an accident or peeing themself. For me it´s important that the scenerio/scene is realistic. And I am facinated by the embarassment and humilation that often is associated with desperation in public.
  8. Wonderful, how she first tries to hide, is ashamed to admit it and then refuses to go!!! Really great scebario and play Thx!
  9. I often phantasize about official representatives attending in some kind of ceremony, ideally outdoor and far away from a bathroom. E.g. opening of a new bridge or tunnel, groundopening, etc. I imaging a member of a royal family in a nice formal outfit being the special guest at such an event, which can last some hours.
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