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    i like wet bikinis reacted to lucy23 in Are there many UK based Omorashi fans?   
    Bournemouth here. Love reading stories about accidents, not bad the courage yet to force one of my own.
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to sorefuna in Not liking Omo but casually wetting?   
    The one thing i dont remember or honestly didnt count is the fact how often she peed. But it was quiet much as she has a small bladder and we were drinking alcohol. The first one was in desperation but after that she would just pee whenever she wants. The positions were different but mostly standing with legs open. She didnt make a scene out of it all the time. Or maybe i didnt notice it anymore because i was shocked about it very much if she started peeing 😄 But well she was going in her peeing positions a little obvious and this is why i noticed it 😄  
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to GoldenG8 in Not liking Omo but casually wetting?   
    I love the idea of this kind of casual wetting! How many other times did she pee her pants that day? Did she only pee when she got desperate, or did she let out little bits frequently? What positions did she pee in? Standing? Sitting? Legs open or closed? Did she announce it or make a show of it? Or would you just notice more pee dripping out of her pants, without her saying anything?
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to sorefuna in Not liking Omo but casually wetting?   
    So it happened a while ago but i wonder about your opinion.
    So i have a cousin and she is 21 years old. I was on a holiday trip with her as we like each other really much. Actually i like only her in my family except my parents obviously.
    We drove to a cabin in the woods that is owned by her parents. We wanted to relax a bit and have fun and go on a hike or just lay around in the sun.
    On the second day we just wanted to relax a bit with music in the sun and maybe have a barbecue. We drank beer and let loose a little. We had fun and were singing as no one could hear us. After a few hours she told me "i have to pee!" She dont know about my fetish and i suggested to go inside to the toilet. "Maybe later" she said. She sang with me and danced around but sometimes held her crotch. Now that my Omo Radar was activated because of her need, i saw all that she made. As she was potty dancing but tried to hide it in dancing to the music and holding her crotch while moving somehow weird. But the next thing i really didnt expect as she was saying something like "fuck this" froze in place, smiled at me and started peeing her Hotpants. She peed so much. I was shocked and a little aroused too. She saw me staring at her pants and said "Oops sorry. But i dont want to go inside and its warm anyway. Later on it will be refreshing!" 
    She peed her freaking Hotpants in front of me. But not only this one time that day! She didnt use the Bathroom until we did go inside later in the evening. I needed to process how it could be and asked myself if it could be possible for her to love Omo. I would not believe it. 
    On the next day i asked her if she liked it sexually to pee herself as it was a little wierd that she just peed her pants all day. "No why? I like to do that on relaxing days if im alone. But why sexually? Its just relaxing sometimes!" 
     
    Now after that Story: Do you know someone like this who doesnt really know about Omorashi and dont like wetting sexually but casually wets sometimes? Or is someone in this community like this and just likes to wet without any sexual intend? 
    I ask this out of couriosity as i didnt know that this could be possible. I mean yeah doing things like this with people over the internet or at home without an sexual interest ok but wetting often by yourself without any sexual feelings?
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to sttl88 in Music festival desperation   
    Here’s another one - different girl this time. Glastonbury festival again though. I wasn’t actually there for this one but she called me several times while it was happening and then I got her to relive it in detail afterwards. I’ll call her Robyn.
     
    Robyn had been drinking and watching music all day with a group of girlfriends, one of whom was a particularly good friend, I’ll call her Jane.  I got my first drunken phone call about 8pm. I couldn’t hear much because of the loud music but Robyn was drunk and having a great time. They had managed to get really close to the front for a favourite band by slowly edging forwards over the last hour, while steadily drinking. I’ll recount this as I was told it, with little snippets from the phone calls.
     
    Jane had to pee, badly, but they were right at the front of the crowd and so either they could force their way backwards or go over the railing at the front and be taken to the back by security. Either way, they would lose their space for their favourite act. Not ideal.
     
    Jane said it would be fine and she could wait, but as the music went on she was more and more desperate. She started stepping from foot to foot and occasionally curtseying down and grabbing her crotch. She was frantically looking around as if a toilet would have appeared somewhere.
     
    By this time, Robyn was starting to get pretty desperate too and seeing Jane’s pee dancing was making her need more acute. Added to that, the crowd was bustling and bumping around, jolting both girls’ bladders violently. Robyn told me that at this point she was about an 8/10. She wasn’t one to hold her crotch (sadly), she always said it made her need to pee worse, her desperation move was stomping from foot to foot and crossing her legs. She was doing this constantly at this point, but it was easy to disguise it in the crowd. 
     
    After another 5 minutes, Jane had her hand in her crotch pretty much the whole time. She was squirming around next to Robyn, their desperate bodies squeezed up against each other by the crowd. 
     
    “God I have to piss so fucking bad” said Jane.
     
    “Me too,” replied Robyn “We will make a run for it after this act finishes” Just imagining running to the toilet made her cross her legs extra tight as pee tried to surge out of her. “Ahhhh thinking about toilets makes it so much worse!”
     
    “Stop it stop it stop it” cried Jane, both hands in her crotch now, her white skirt pushed against her panties so hard she was straining with her arms.
     
    “Oh fuck I can’t do this,” she suddenly said. “I’m pissing myself!” She Poured the rest of her drink on the floor and jammed the cup under her skirt, pulling her panties to the side. Pee was already shooting out of her and it thundered into the cup, filling it up quickly. She jammed her hand back against her pussy while she emptied the cup onto the floor and then kept peeing in it a second time. With all the music, nobody had really noticed (besides, this happens all the time at festivals), and with the crowd moving a large amount of pee had soaked both Jane’s and Robyn’s legs, but they were both drunk and didn’t care. Jane dropped the cup on the ground and turned back to enjoy the music.
     
    Robyn was beside herself. Seeing (and feeling) her friend peeing so much and so close to her had sent her bladder into overdrive. From my phone call shortly afterwards:
     
    “Oh my god I was so desperate. I was on the verge of losing control, but I was wearing light denim shorts so it would have been so obvious. Every few seconds I would have to stop, cross my legs super hard and try with all my strength to keep it in, but even then I was letting leaks go into my pants. They were soaking wet. I knew I only had about a minute left before I exploded completely.”
     
    So she did the only thing she could think of, which was to copy Jane. She poured her drink on the floor and tried to pull both her shorts and her panties aside, but the thick denim was too difficult to move to get the whole cup in there. 
     
    “I was seriously losing it at this point. I was frantically trying to hold it in. The most desperate I’ve ever been because I was holding relief in my hand, I just couldn’t fit it under my crotch. It was torture, and I was soaking wet by this point, leaking loads.”
     
    So she ripped the top off the cup (paper cups) so it was about 6-7 cm deep, managed to get it inside her shorts and panties just as she lost control. Obviously, this smaller cup filled up way quicker than Jane’s did and so after a tiny little bit of relief, she had to try to stop peeing.
     
    “Oh my god, it was agony. I just wanted so desperately to piss but I had to stop because that fucking cup was so small now. I needed it so so badly. And I tried so hard to stop but I physically couldn’t.”
     
    She couldn’t stop the flow, she tried stepping from foot to foot but couldn’t cross her legs because the cup full of pee was still wedged in her panties, and the cup was harder to get out of shorts that it was out of a skirt, so by the time she had removed the cup, she had poured most of the pee in the cup over herself anyway and was peeing full force into her clothes. She half heartedly tried to get the cup back in there but she had already soaked herself and it was running in rivers down her legs that there wasn’t much point. She was drunk so she didn’t feel especially embarrassed, but said she kept peeing for so long and felt so free to be able to pee next to all these people and none of them knew a thing.
     
    I spoke to her maybe an hour later on her walk back to her tent when she told me this story.
     
    “Actually I really need to pee again, and my clothes are completely soaking wet already.” She paused. “I’m pissing myself again! God that feels good. Why don’t people do this all the time?”
     
    When she got home the next day I volunteered (selflessly, of course) to do her laundry and those shorts and panties were seriously sopping wet. It was like she had dipped them in a lake. I just wish I had been there! 
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to Thalaxis in Longest you've seen someone hold   
    I went hiking with a female friend a couple of years ago. We met at 10 about half way between us -- around a half hour drive. She had a good sized mug of coffee with her that she drank en route. We exited the highway at around noon and she immediately asked me to stop somewhere where she could use the bathroom, but we didn't see any options on the way to the trailhead. I used the bushes before we started, since there weren't any facilities at the trailhead. We spent an hour or so at the high point of the route doing some photography. While I was packing up my drone a bit before 5pm I heard her say that she really had to go to the bathroom. On the way back to the trailhead, at around 5pm, she said she wanted to stop for a restroom before we started the two hour drive back
    It would have been another hour or so back to the car, but we stopped for more photography on the way so we ended up reaching the car well after 8pm. We drove into the city and stopped at a drive through for some food -- the dining room wasn't an option due to the pandemic.
    After eating we headed back. Surprisingly, she didn't ask me to stop on the way back so by the time I dropped her off at her car it had been 11 and a half hours since she asked me to stop for a bathroom, and she still had a half hour drive home. 
     
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to NOEL YESEL in I Saw a Girl Peeing in Public   
    So, I'm currently on a tour. And where I'm traveling through has a lack of toilets. Lots of greenary and shops are found in long intervals. Even then most shops don't allow you to use their restroom. Some pay to use toilets can be found. But they are super gross and you also have to pay $1 for using them. We ourselves were having a hard time managing. In short, it's a toilet crisis over here. 
    With that said, It was a sunny day. Around noon. I stopped for buying some snacks and tea. After a while, a white van also stopped not so far from us. A girl came down from the van. She was wearing a red crop top and a brown pleated skirt. Probably a tourist like us. She entered the shop but didn't buy anything. Just looked around. She was fidgeting a bit which got me curious. 
    I watched her as she went back to her van. She was constantly fixing her skirt for some reason. I sat on the table outside the shop. 
    She entered the van but got off again in a hurry. She looked around a bit and walked hurridly towards the side of the road. To my surprise! OH MY GOD! She was leaking! I could faintly see but I'm sure she leaked from the way she walked. 
    She reached under her skirt to pull down her underwear and just let go standing. She sat down immediately with her skirt hiding her underwear and privates. From the slight glimpse of when she was standing, I think the undies were white, not sure. She let out a big stream which I could see very clearly. Followed a bit of spraying at the end. 
    She got up. Pulled her underwear up amd hurried back to the van while fixing her skirt. They left the place shortly after that. 
    I was shocked at what I witnessed. I never thought I'd get to see a public wetting irl. And in the middle of nowhere. (You can tell how excited I am by me resetting my password just to login here after ages just to make this post) 
    Bonus: After having the snacks I actually walked up there where the girl sat. And yes there was indeed a wet patch on the road. There were bits of wet spots along the way supporting my theory of her leaking on the way. 
    Witnessing that is giving me an urge to pee outside. But I'm not bold enough to try something like that. What do I do? ><

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    i like wet bikinis reacted to Cutiepie135 in Public pissing on beach   
    Hi all! Long time lurker, but I’m always too shy to post. I have tons of stories to tell through my experience, but here’s a particularly exciting one.
     
    This Sunday I took a day trip with my friend to the beach, and it was very fun, though a little cut short because we woke up late. She brought her dog, and it was an all around good time.
    Because she brought her dog, it meant that one of us had to watch the dog while the other one swam if they wanted. Well, I love swimming, so I did just that. In the water, I was having fun trying to fight waves, especially in my cute ass skimpy pink swimsuit. After a while, I realized I didn’t know where they were, and didn’t have my glasses on, so it took me a while of trying to find them. Thankfully, I did find the spot that we set our stuff at.
    Thats when I start realizing that I kind of have to pee. Nothing dire, nothing desperate, just “hey, you should probably go pee soon.” I originally planned to do it in the water, but when I got up to get out, I completely forgot that I wanted to pee in the water. So, I made a decision.
    I walked back to our spot, not even bothering to check if anyone was looking (though, I’m sure they weren’t. It wasn’t very crowded and the people there were preoccupied with their families). And, I just kind of relaxed. I never did stop walking, but I pissed myself on that beach. A solid 15 seconds of just pissing and walking, and a light trail, though it could also be seen as water. And I never told anyone, just kept it my dirty little secret. 
     
    As much as I would love to tell my bf, he doesn’t know that I like omo, and he himself said that he didn’t have this kink. Though, I think he would change up his tune a bit if I told him that i liked it, but that’s a story for another day. I have more stories like this if you guys are interested 💖💖
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    i like wet bikinis got a reaction from Linxsquat in How often do women hold in their pee due to longer lines especially when hanging out with guys. Saw. a sighting recently   
    It reminds me of a time I was walking through the city streets after the pubs had closed.   A mixed group came down the street.  As they passed the entrance to an alley between shops two girls held back and loitered, talking to each other.  They kept looking at the others walking away from them.  A few seconds passed and they assessed that the others hadn't spotted that they'd detached.  They dashed down the alley, hitched up their dresses and, pulling down their thongs, squatted to gush their pee on the pavement.
    I guessed that there had been a long queue for the ladies' cubicles at the pub they'd left a few minutes earlier.
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    i like wet bikinis got a reaction from MoistMark in Otium   
    Like any citizen, I like to keep my afternoons for otium.  I had no engagements that day, so decided I would entertain myself by reading, and with my slaves.  At that time there were three that I preferred to screw, Leena, Hannah and Emily.  I had also just bought Martha and although I’d taken her several times on her first day, I had not taken her since.  Those were the four who were on shift that afternoon.  I made sure of that.
    I instructed them in the morning that they had to seek my permission before they could relieve themselves.  Then I set them to their morning tasks and told them they must attend upon me in the courtyard for lunch and after.  I put them out of my mind while I busied myself with paperwork on my property and investments.
    Shortly before lunch Leena did interrupt me once.  Politely she curtseyed and asked me to excuse her.  She wriggled appealingly as she bobbed down and it was obvious to me that she was bursting for a pee.  I pretended ignorance and asked her for what she wanted to be excused.  
    ‘Master,’ she said, ‘I really do need to use a pot.’  She glanced sideways at the empty chamber pot in the corner of my room.  I asked what she needed to use it for.
    ‘Master, I need relief.’
    ‘Have you finished your tasks?  And is my lunch ready?’
    ‘No, Master.  Not yet.  But I fear that…’
    I didn’t let her finish.  I hoped that she feared she might lose control and wet the floor.  She looked as if she might.
    ‘Well then, finish your tasks and prepare my lunch.  Once I have eaten I may feel more indulgent to allowing you to indulge your needs.’
    She looked confused.  I was normally kinder to my slaves and she was not used to an unreasonable refusal from me.  I took advantage of the pause to order her away.
    ‘Go and finish your tasks and do not disturb me again until you call me to lunch.  Leena, go!’
    She curtseyed again, turned and left.  I am sure I saw a slight shudder as she did so.  Her need to empty herself was getting desperate.  She looked to someone around the corner and out of sight from me and shook her head, then walked away, down the hall.  It was Martha who appeared and trotted after her, hand pressed into her crotch.  
    Shortly Emily appeared.
    ‘Master.  Your lunch is ready in the courtyard.’
    ‘Thank you.  Emily, do you need to wee?’
    She blushed charmingly as she replied, dropping eye contact.
    ‘Yes Master.’
    ‘Well, you’ll just have to hold it, and do stop fidgeting.  I’ll be there shortly.’
    ‘Yes Master.’
    I tidied my desk and walked to the courtyard.  It formed an enclosed garden in the centre of the house.  A cloistered arcade made each of the four sides, with the roof open to the sky and the midday sunshine.  Hannah closed the door behind me as I entered the cloister.  I would be alone with the four girls for the rest of the day.
    ‘Hannah.’
    ‘Yes Master?’
    ‘I think some of the girls may need the toilet.  Could you please bring a sand tray for them?’
    ‘Yes Master.’  She was not able to stop herself from squeezing herself between her legs as she spoke.  She needed a piss too.
    I sat down at the table in the shade and watched Hannah walk away, admiring how her short tunic displayed her slim legs.  She nodded at Emily, who hurried after her.  They came back with a large wooden tray and two canvas buckets of sand.  Hannah put the tray down where I indicated, close to my seat.  She curtseyed when she did so; her hem rose momentarily to the top of her soft thighs and I caught a quick flash of the pink delta of the lips between her legs.  The mischievous girl had removed her loincloth and was now naked under her tunic.  I was sure that the flash was no accident, her tunic seemed hitched slightly higher under her belt than before.
    Emily helped her pour sand into the tray and spread it evenly.  I’m sure that it was no accident that Hannah bent over in front of me briefly, to flash me again.  Both curtseyed when the job was done, and Emily glanced at Leena.  She and Martha were standing nearby, both pee-dancing.
    I guessed that the girls had agreed that Leena would be the first to ask for permission.  They thought of her as most likely to persuade me to indulge them.  Indeed, she was.
    ‘Master.’
    ‘Yes, Leena?’
    ‘Master, may I use the sand, please?’
    I said nothing, I just gave her the look that asked, why?
    ‘Master, if I can’t use the sand I think I’m going to wet myself.  I really, really need to pee.’
    I nodded and smiled.
    She visibly relaxed. 
    ‘Thank you Master.’
    She lifted the hem of her tunic as she turned and hurried to the tray.  By the time she got there she had undone her loincloth and it dropped to the ground.  I got a quick glimpse of her peachy, rounded buttocks and then she turned sideways on, naked from the waist down, and squatted over the sand, feet astride the tray.
    She had been desperate.  She was already watering the sand as she lowered her bum towards it.  She leaned forward, crouching on her toes, hugging her knees.  A glistening line of pee squirted forward, bubbling, pooling and cutting into the sand.  She parted her thighs slightly to watch that she was peeing into the tray.  Then she sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing now she no longer had to struggle to control her bodily functions.
    She had been full.  She kept pissing and pissing and the puddle below her grew.  I could see the other girls now looking at her slightly resentfully.  They too needed to tend to their fullness and it was almost paining them to have to wait while they watched and heard Leena relieving herself in front of them.
    Martha had both hands under her tunic, squeezing herself closed from front and back.  She could not stand still, wriggling her hips.  Nor could Hannah or Emily.  Hannah had both hands pressed to her crotch, and was almost marching on the spot.  Emily was holding her arms stiffly by her side but kept crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together, head up and staring at the blue sky.
    I tried not to be distracted.  Leena was still squirting a steady stream.  The sight of her femininity; squatting to pee and the vulnerable display of her naked thighs and bum was having an enjoyable effect on my masculinity.  She had now turned her head to look at me and saw she had my complete attention.  She smiled and kept weeing.  She now balanced herself with one hand on the floor and slightly raised her bum as her flow softened.  She decided to finish and cut off the stream to a few drips.  Emily handed her a cloth which she dropped on the sand once she had wiped herself dry.
    I wondered which girl would ask me for permission next.  They all had the good sense not to interrupt me while I’d been enjoying Leena’s performance.
    The silence was broken by the sound of a sudden loud splattering.  Martha’s hands flew up to cover her face and everyone looked at her.  The poor girl had been unable to hold on.  She had lost control and had started to piss into her loincloth where she stood.  A clear stream splashed into a small puddle on the mosaic floor between her sandaled feet.  Shocked by the sudden flood she simply stood still, feet apart, and pissed through her underwear.  She had no chance of halting the flow of pee.  She actually found her muscles were forcing the piss out just as if she were perched on her chamber pot.
    The back of her thighs tickled with warm, wet dribbles trickling down them.  Without thinking about it, she parted her thighs slightly and bent her knees to let the pee run more easily through her loincloth.  She was horrified and embarrassed by this dramatic loss of control and feared my anger.
    Softly, I said, ‘That’s fine Martha, you have my permission to pee.  Keep going as long as you need to.  There’s no harm done.’
    I glanced quickly at each of the other two.  They understood that they still needed my permission.  Emily groaned.
    Martha was standing in the middle of a large, still growing puddle.  A strong stream of pee was still falling from her, the source hidden in her tunic.  Splashes darkened the floor in every direction, except where her feet and legs were blocking the flying droplets.  She moved her hands down slightly to uncover her eyes.  She looked at me.  I smiled and nodded.  She visibly relaxed and looked down.  Hesitantly, she lifted her hem to look at her wet loincloth, showing me she was still urinating through it.  
    Shortly, she regained control and was able to stop herself peeing.  The stream quickly faded, became a tapping of drips and then stopped.  Still holding her tunic above her hips she looked at me, wondering what would happen now.  I asked, 
    ‘Martha, can you still pee?  Have you got more to come?’
    She said nothing, but nodded.
    ‘Go on then.  Pee.’
    I intended her to undress and finish in the sand tray, but she misunderstood.  Deliberately, she wet herself again.  As she stood motionless her pale underwear glistened again with wetness and another sparking stream poured forth.  She pissed in front of me for a short while and then stopped.
    ‘Go on!’ I encouraged.  And she repeated the entertainment for me.  She managed three more quick wettings like that before she was too empty for any more.
    Then she released her sodden garment and dropped it into the puddle, briefly revealing a small, dark, neatly trimmed bush above her pretty vulva.  Yes, I thought, I will see much more of that.  Leena was there with a cloth for her to dry herself, and the two of them then got on with drying the puddle on the floor.
    That left the other two, Emily and Hannah, to use the tray.  Who first, I wondered?  
    ‘Emily.  Please lift your skirt.’
    She looked surprised, but thought about it only momentarily, and did as she was told.  She was clothed under her tunic but I still enjoyed the sight of her hips and long legs.  
    ‘Hannah, do you wish to use the sand tray now?’
    ‘Yes please, Master.’
    This was her reward for titillating me earlier with the glimpses of her vagina and bum, naked under her clothes.
    ‘Go on then Hannah.  Don’t make Emily wait too much longer.  And Emily, if you really can’t wait, you don’t have my permission to undress.  You’ll just have to wet yourself if you’re too desperate.’
    Biting her lip, Emily just nodded.  Hannah seemed to be in a flirtatious mood.  I wondered what she might do to amuse me.  
    She turned away from me, then pushed her tunic off her left shoulder, then the right.  It made hardly a sound as it dropped to the floor.  Now she was naked, her long hair falling down her back towards her exposed buttocks.  Like a statue of Aphrodite, she raised her arms high above her head, hand on wrist, and moved her weight from one leg to another.  Her hips curved and swayed below her slender waist.  I was entranced.  She was naked, but I could not see her breasts or her yoni.  She was teasing me, and I was enjoying it.
    Slowly and precisely, Hannah stepped towards the tray.  She turned each foot carefully in front of the other, to sway her hips as she went.  She stopped at the side of the tray, facing away from it (and at an angle to me, so I still could not see her tits or her slit).  She crouched down on her toes, then balanced herself with her fingertips.  Leaning forward she then kneeled on all fours.  She moved slightly backwards so her knees were either side of the tray and her crotch was just over the edge of it.  
    Now her legs were parted, I was looking down on her bum and her yoni.  A quick, sharp stream shot out of her slit and splashed into the damp sand at the far end of the tray.  She turned her head to look behind and make sure she was on target with her peeing, then looked at me, brushing the hair from her face, and smiled.  Her piss was arcing through the air to splatter loudly into the tray, splashing sandy drips across the floor behind.  Emily stepped back a couple of paces.
    I had a lovely view of Hannah’s naked body, bum, legs, back and her left breast hanging down and swaying gently.  It took all my self-control to remain seated.  I wanted to stroke her thighs and feel the soft flesh between her legs.  Seeing her peeing in front of me like that made me want to take her immediately.  I barely noticed what the other girls were doing while I watched.  I was vaguely aware that Emily was wriggling and fidgeting as if she were about to burst.  But I kept my eyes on Hannah while she sprayed her pee behind her and into the sand.
    Hannah kept watching me the whole time she was peeing.  After a while, the pressure dropped and the arcing stream started to drop and land closer to her.  Shortly it had died to a trickle just dribbling from her and dropping into the edge of the tray below her.  When she finished, she wiped herself with a cloth, rose and walked away, still not showing her naked front to me before she vanished into the arcade.
    I realised that Emily was desperate, both to pee, and to get my attention to ask permission to do so.  I nodded to her and glanced at the sand tray.  She gave a relieved expression and dashed over to it.  She stood astride it, sideways on to my view and lifted her skirts to her waist.  As she did that she bent over, sticking her bum out behind her and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees.  She was already wetting herself, pissing through her loincloth into the wet sand.
    From the side I had an excellent view of the fierce stream dropping into the sand behind her.  She was peeing into her underwear with full force.  She looked at me.
    ‘Master?’
    ‘Yes, Emily?’
    ‘You did not give me permission to undress.  But I don’t think I had time anyway.’
    ‘Were you that desperate?’
    ‘Yes.  I had wet myself a little while waiting for Emily to finish.  Then it all started to rush out even before I got to the sand.  It was already running down my legs and I just couldn’t stop it.’
    ‘You can undress now.  Or when you have finished, if you prefer.’
    She was weeing the whole time we had that conversation.  Still weeing, she tried, one-handed (the other was holding her tunic above her waist) to loosen her loincloth to release it.  It took a bit of fumbling, but then it fell away and she was naked below the waist.
    Now her pee-stream spiralled and flickered, squirting down into the sand with no material to obstruct it.  She had nearly finished and it did not take her very much longer to make herself comfortable and shut off the flow.  I enjoyed seeing her dry herself down.  
    The afternoon had started well, but I realised I had not even started my lunch.  As always, there was too much for me, so I invited the girls to share it with me.  There was enough bread, cheese, fruit, beer and wine to sustain us all for the rest of the day.  Myself, and four obedient girls, none of whom was wearing any undergarments.  Shut in the courtyard together, we would not be disturbed and I intended to enjoy myself.
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    i like wet bikinis got a reaction from AlphaCentauri in Karen Gillan in ‘The Bubble’   
    You might like the story I wrote?
    https://www.omorashi.org/topic/59358-urinate/#comment-1780129
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to Carrots in Girl using Shewee in public places in London   
    Bit of a strange video but It's very hot. 
     
    One girl attempts to use the she-wee times
     
    First time gets pee shy and then has to just squat in a very public place (sadly they panned up and muted audio so you don't see)
    Second time gets pee shy again 
    Third time she pee's A LOT and her using the she wee shields another girl squatting behind her who pees all over her jeans by accident. 
     
     
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    i like wet bikinis got a reaction from ILoveOmorashi in what was the first wetting on film   
    Back to the original question...
    1976 - The Man Who Fell to Earth.  It was certainly the first movie of a wetting that I ever saw.  (Bowie plays an alien.  He takes off his human disguise in the bathroom to reveal his alien form.  He opens the door and his human girlfriend (played by Candy Clark) is waiting for him outside.  Shocked, she gasps and drops her drink.  He touches her as he walks past.  The camera pans down to her pink knickers to show her beginning to pee into her pink knickers.  The fabric darkens and wobbles as she floods them.  We see her piss pouring through the material and streams trickling down the inside of her thighs.
    At least, that's how I remember the scene.  Don't ask me about the rest of the movie.
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    i like wet bikinis got a reaction from mustombik in Men & Women Peeing Together   
    I was at a music festival with too few toilets.  The men were fine, as there were urinal enclosures next to each line of portaloos.  But it was rough for the women as the queues for the cubicles got very long early in the afternoon.  Some didn't want to spend half an hour in line for a pee, and some simply could not wait that long.  For many, their best alternative was to go into a urinal enclosure and go there.
    Some entered, looked around, and left immediately.  Some of those then came back in again.  Most squatted or knelt in the grass next to the sack-cloth fence shielding the urinals from view.  Some tried to perch their bums on the trough on the back wall (about half of them persevered, with the rest dropping to squat and water the grass in front of the trough).  A few stood up and held beer glasses between their thighs to fill them.
    The bravest bared their behinds and then hopped up backwards to sit on a urinal, facing out to see the men pissing into urinals all around them.  Most of the men were respectful and didn't try to embarrass the few women in there.  Quite a few were watching with interest, but nobody was very blatant about it.
    I had a conversation with a fit, petite woman in her late 20s or early 30s, as her pee thundered into the urinal she was sitting on.  She told me how good it felt to be relieving herself, and how desperate she had been.  She was glad she'd come in to pee with the men.  (I was standing next to her, at the adjacent urinal.)
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to Onedude in Has anyone seen more of a female friend or acquaintance due to needing to pee?   
    Boy, I have a lot of these stories, mostly from college (‘university’ for our non-US friends).  But here’s one from high school. There were lots of rich kids at my high school, so lots of rich parents out doing whatever those people do on weekends and leaving the kids to themselves.  Hence, there were a lot of parties, and a lot of drinking. At one of these parties one night, my friend and I walked onto the front porch to smoke.  He heard it first- a rustling in the bushes off to the left of the front porch. We quietly looked over and there, behind the tall row of bushes there was about a 2-foot gap before the house’s exterior wall.  The ground was maybe a 2 or 3 foot drop from the front porch where we were standing.  In the gap below were 2 of our very hot classmates facing away from us.  They obviously thought they were hidden but didn’t think about someone coming out onto the porch.  They both had their pants and panties down around their thighs, their asses pointed straight at us and illuminated by the porch light, and thick streams of piss pouring out of their pussies.  I’d known one of these girls for years, and was just sort of acquainted with the other one, who was even hotter, but they were both hotter than any girl I was likely to see naked under any circumstances.  The fact they were both pissing a flood was just incredible.
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to icyfresh99 in Thisvid Find: Desperate blonde masturbates and pisses   
    Here is another of her as well.

    PiRAVdiePqH57pKE.mp4    
     
     
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to bobtee in Thisvid Find: Desperate blonde masturbates and pisses   
    I could be wrong but this might be her also .
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    i like wet bikinis got a reaction from WetterMesser in what was the first wetting on film   
    Back to the original question...
    1976 - The Man Who Fell to Earth.  It was certainly the first movie of a wetting that I ever saw.  (Bowie plays an alien.  He takes off his human disguise in the bathroom to reveal his alien form.  He opens the door and his human girlfriend (played by Candy Clark) is waiting for him outside.  Shocked, she gasps and drops her drink.  He touches her as he walks past.  The camera pans down to her pink knickers to show her beginning to pee into her pink knickers.  The fabric darkens and wobbles as she floods them.  We see her piss pouring through the material and streams trickling down the inside of her thighs.
    At least, that's how I remember the scene.  Don't ask me about the rest of the movie.
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to sorefuna in Has anyone seen more of a female friend or acquaintance due to needing to pee?   
    So i worked on a gas station one day. It was directly near a Motorway so there where customers all the time. Maybe we got a 5 minute break to go pee.
    That one day there wasnt this kind of break. A girl, 19 year old, blond and very sporty, worked with me. She knew about that problem but she always did go pee in those 5 minutes. But she never was desperate. On this day she was desperate after only 3 hours of work. So there where 5 hours left. She was fidgety and shifting from one foot to the other. I knew what was happening but i obviously didnt say anything. That wouldve made things worse for her. 
    Sometimes she held her crotch and i knew she wouldnt get to the end of shift. At one point there where 1 minute without customers and she ran of to go pee. But before she got there she froze in place and her light blue jeans got dark very quick. It was hot but i felt so sorry. She turned around with a red face and ran to the locker. She came back in fresh pants and didnt say anything. After the shift i told her how sorry i was for that. But she only said that she had a fresh pair of pants with her because she was calculating this risk as we have "no" break. 
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to Brenman in Any desperation memories?   
    Beautiful memory!!!
    Okay another of mine. I was at my University's library one evening finishing an essay of after class until it was dark out, middle of winter nearly seven o'clock. Finally it was just me and the librarian left, and while I was only 19 at the time, the librarian was 28 (I found out months later, I knew she was fairly young!) and was slim and pretty. Her name was Kendra and she was very friendly with a lot of the students who she helped. She became almost like an older sister type on campus.
    Kendra had been behind her desk the whole afternoon and I noticed she'd been drinking from her holiday themed thermos the whole afternoon as she sat at her station answering student's questions. An avid coffee drinker, Kendra was known to have coffee in her thermos and more brewing in the library breakroom on a regular basis. I'd been drinking coffee on this particular evening too just for extra focus, atypical for me after dark. 
    After a while of working and drinking my coffee, I had to pee, so I sat up from my desk. As I did I looked across the library and saw Kendra behind her desk focusing on her computer, and I swear I saw her bouncing in her seat subtly as she sat their focused on what she was typing or reading. I quickly made on to the men's room, but was surprised to find it already locked for the evening, even though the library was supposed to be open for another 30 minutes. I went back to my computer and continued to work on finishing my essay, knowing I was probably gonna have to do more work back at my dorm room.
    Finally, at 7 Kendra approaches me with a smile notifying me that it's closing time and time for the two of us to go. We were last people  in the library and it was up to her to lock up now. She asked me if I wouldn't mind walking her to her car since it was dark out. I said sure, it didn't bother me to walk her to the parking lot as it was rather dark and secluded, particularly as it was winter and the days got darker earlier in the evening. I noticed that Kendra's abdomen looked rounded, and was pushing out against her blouse and skirt waistline quite tightly and protrudingly. It looked like the result of too much coffee over too many hours without peeing, and I genuinely felt for Kendra when after notifying me that it was time for us to go, she made her way over to the ladies room, only to find it locked. She pulled on the handle firmly, and finding that it wouldn't budge, lifted one leg in the air behind her, looking up to the lock with pleading looking eyes as a quiet, "oh no. locked." She turned back to me with a sheepish, embarassed looking smile and, "Oh dear, I guess the custodial staff locked up the restrooms already, that's okay, no bother, I just have to make sure everything else is locked up real quick", after which she had to make sure all the other doors inside the building and the doors in and out of the building were locked up. This included locking the office doors upstairs as well as the upstairs restrooms. I could see the upstairs from where I sat by the stair below, and was intrigued to see Kendra discover the upstairs restrooms locked too...
    After five minutes of her doing her rounds, finally we could leave, and Kendra was noticeably fidgety as she approached me for the second time. As she looked over from across the room before walking over to me, it was as if she were hoping I would have already left, but she walked over briskly.  She actually seemed to notice my eyes take in her subtly moving feet and her swollen abdomen and blushed when we made eye contact at my desk. "Okay, I suppose we go" she said. "Okay Im just gonna use the mens room real quick." I said standing up. "Theyre locked" she quickly said. "I tried already"
    Soon we left, and I noticed that she stepped very subtly from foot to foot as she waited for me to pack my books and things into my backpack before we could leave. We were talking about how it was finals week for me, and how she remembers the stress of finals week, and trying to finish end-of-semester assignments and how the stress is actually kind like adrenaline and she misses it, and the conversation was very friendly and joyous the whole time. She was smiling, in spite of the fact, as I could tell, that she needed to pee soon. I needed to pee as well which was turning me on more knowing that Kendra needed to. With the cap off I noticed her thermos was completely empty, with only a coffee stain in the bottom of it. Kendra had been sitting behind her desk drinking that coffee for the better part of three hours, a considerably long time to hold a full-of-coffee bladder...
    As soon as we stepped out of the library into the frigid, snow covered January night Kendra crossed her arms tightly against the sudden cold while she rapidly lifted one leg HIGH in the air across her abdomen, a sure sign of a girl who needs urgently to pee. I needed to go as well, and wondered if there might be some way of bringing it up. Could I get away with it? It really was unfortunate that the restrooms were locked.
    When we finally reached the parking lot, I was "all in" on my gamble. I went for it. I looked around the snowy, yet secluded parking lot, behind the library and turned to Kendra with a subtle yet theatrical bouncing of my own as I looked her in the eyes and asked her, sounding genuinely believable and candid, "You know, I'm sorry, but it really is a shame the bathrooms were locked up, I actually need to pee quite badly and my dorm's all the way at the other end of campus, god is there any way you could just keep watch and make sure no one comes?" I said as I stepped past her car to the bushy corner of the parking lot, unzipping my pants already, just twelve or so feet away from her. Her eyes widened as I turned away from her grabbing my fly, as she said, "Oh you really can't do- oh... Okay, okay" she said, sounding worried as she turned away and looked over the empty parking lot as if to make sure no one was around. "Im sorry I really had to go." I said, actually embarrassed now, very aware of the loudness of my pee hitting the bush in front of me. "No it's not your fault she said, the restrooms really shouldn't be locked before I lock them in the evening, Im gonna complain tomorrow about this." she was saying. "Please don't mention me" I said, turning back to her. She was holding her crotch, but let go quickly when she saw me turn to her suddenly. "No I wont say anything about you."
    Finally I finished peeing, and turned back to Kendra once more. She was stepping from foot to foot quickly and with big frantic steps now, not at all able to hide her need any more as she looked to me blushing furiously red while she tugged on the waistline of her skirt and said, "Oh my god, Im so sorry and this is so inappropriate and but could you please watch while I go too? My god I would never do this but I've needed to pee all afternoon now and I really cant wait to get home. Please please come this way." she said beckoning me to trade places with her in the shadowy, bushy corner. "Please look out" she said, lifting her skirt hurriedly as she stepped past me in the snow. "OOhhhh, Oh god" she moaned as her pussy erupting with hissing piss. Kendra peed and peed and peed, she peed in the snowy corner for twice as long as I did, letting out several more "ohs" while she awkwardly kept saying things while she was peeing, as if to hide the loudness of her hissing stream, saying things like, "Oh I really am going to complain, Oh my god, Im sorry, I know we're both adults but I would really never do this I swear, I just, I went all afternoon without peeing, oh I'll shut up too much information. Im sooo sorry." sounding in a cross between humiliation and wanting to sound professional as she was still a staff member despite being a young adult not too much older of different generationally than myself.
    Finally she finished and rose back upright from her squatting position, still raging red in her cheeks with embarrassment. "Okay, Im gonna talk to admin tomorrow and neither one of us is going to mention this ever again." Kendra said with a stern index finger in the air but a friendly, embarassed smile on her face. "deal" I said. Glancing past her momentarily, I saw her puddle was huge. She saw me glance at it and turned around and looked at it herself before exclaming "Oh my GOD!!!" and bursting out into uproarious laughter as she looked back into my eyes, saying "I really had been holding it all afternoon!" through her laughter, trying to explain away the enormous ammount of pee she let out, melting through so much snow in her big yellow puddle...
    The bathrooms were never locked til Kendra locked them after that. She winked at me once as she passed me in the library, entering the ladies room.
    Any other memories?
    Anybody?
     
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to Mary127 in Any desperation memories?   
    Oh, I have a lot of desperation memories.
    One of the ones I look back on the most is in college, after a softball game. I had been getting more and more desperate the whole game, and i had a wet spot by the 8th inning. I told myself “just one more inning, we’ll all say good game, coach will give her speech, and I can go pee in the locker room, if I can get to a stall on time. There ended up being 3 extra innings and I was absolutely dying. We ended up winning, but I  didn’t really care because as soon as we ended, me and my whole team ran for the locker rooms. The problem was, there were only 3 stalls, for over 20 of us, not including the showers. The stalls were filled immediately and so were the showers. I was stuck towards the back of the line, barely holding on, pee slowly spurting. Everyone was trying their hardest not to show it, but when you’ve been holding it for hours, it’s hard to make your desperation not obvious. Some of the girls had already taken off their shirts, shoes, pants, etc. The girl all the way in the back of the line was already naked because she wasted time taking everything off to prepare for the shower instead of getting in line. As embarrassing as that is, we’ve all seen each other naked, and we’ve all seen each other bursting, so it was nothing new. As the line got slowly shorter, the thought dawned on me that I probably wasn’t going to make it. Before you ask, no we couldn’t use the sinks because they were in the stalls. It was so hard to not wet myself, not just because I was bursting, but because just a few feet away, I could hear girls frantically running into the stalls, fumbling with their belts and buttons and zippers, and releasing a huge sigh or loan when the finally peed. One girl was so desperate she didn’t even lock the stall properly, meaning everyone could see her. A lot of girls leaked, as did me. I finally got into a stall and lost control while undoing my belt, but once I sat down it was the best pee of my life. After I showed, I noticed there were still two people in line. The aforementioned naked girl gave up and peed right there, and the girl in front of her was potty dancing profusely. She had but hands buried so hard into her crotch that I’m surprised it didn’t hurt. She tried to undo her belt in advance, but she literally could not take her hands out of her crotch or she would lose it. She didn’t make it
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to fetisher in Any desperation memories?   
    Very nice topic! I also have vivid memories of various cases involving both knowns and strangers women. Most of them I’ve already shared in this forum. But this topic is a nice opportunity to recall some memories.

    Let’s start with one that was involved one of mine acquaintance. She was 25 years old then, a nice looking brunet, slim with nice body. We met at noon in a restaurant, drank beer. Even before we went to the restaurant, she openly admitted that she has to pee. It was a restaurant with tables outside. When the waitress came to take our order, my acquaintance asked where the toilet is. But she did not go immediately. We hadn't seen each other in a long time and we had a lot to talk about. So, we stayed there about an hour. I watched her closely as we talked. She was in a tight short skirt, sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, facing to me. Without bothering to peek, I could see her white panties almost all the time. It looked very sexy, especially the second half of the time, when her skirt had risen even higher. She also changed the position of her legs several times, which gave me a wide detailed upskirt view. She wore white lace panties and а hairy triangle could be seen through. At that moment, I noticed a slight discomfort in her body, but nothing impressive. She mentioned few times that she had to go to the toilet, but she kept postponing it. I still wonder I she didn’t go. Maybe she didn't feel so much pressure when she sat down. At the end we paid the bill, we were still in talks and she forgot to go the toilet. We left the restaurant and went for a short walk in the nearby park. She remembered she had to call someone and we stopped for her to call.

    During that call, I waited aside and I looked at her. Obviously, the strong need to pee hit her at that moment. She started looking quite desperate. She couldn’t stay still at all, doing small circles, while talking. Soon she realized that she had to finish the call and tried a few times to end the conversation, but on the other side they continued, asking her more question. I looked carefully each of her body movements. She placed discreetly her palm in front of her skirt and looked like she wanted to press herself in the crotch. Finally the call ended. We continued to the entrance of the park and she told me in worried voice “I have to pee somewhere, immediately“. My natural reaction was to tell her not to enter the park, but to return to the restaurant. Her answer shocked me: “I can pee in the bushes. I don’t care…” I couldn't believe what I heard! Of course, I didn't mind. I said nothing and we continued down the alley. I was very excited and I did my best not to show it. I was walking with a nice sexy girl, which are desperate to pee. I secretly hoped I could watch her peeing. She looked really worried and asked me to hurry. She was looking around to find a secluded spot in the bushes, despite the fact that it was full of people around. I convinced her to continue further in, where there are more secluded alleys and less people. Furthermore, I wanted to be a place without people around, so I could peek. It seemed that she didn’t care much and was ready to squat in the first bush, even if it was not so hidden. She confessed she wasn’t sure that she could make it. We were walking with a tense gait and she pushed me to hurry, almost running, kept saying how much she needed to pee. I realized that the situation is really serious and we really need to find a place as soon as possible. It was clear that she was going to make an accident. I realized, I was about to watch something interesting, but I didn't know if it would be peeing or wetting. As soon as we saw the first possible alley on the right we turned into it. There was a part with quite thick bushes and a big tree next to them. The bushes were an ideal shield from the alley and at the same time they were open to me. I suggested this place, although I was not sure she agreed, because it was very open from our side, so she couldn’t hide from me. But she agreed immediately! She handed me the folder she was carrying and she darted to the tree, raising the skirt. For my regret, she didn’t squat in a full view in front of me, but went behind the tree. I had a view of her knees and thighs, but her bottom and intimate parts were hidden from the tree. I could not see the stream from my position and pretended to be distracted I did a few steps forward to get a better view. I saw almost everything. She squatted very low down, her bottom almost touched the ground. She was concentrated on the process and didn’t notice me at first. I tried to look more and more and suddenly our eyes were met. She realized that I stared at her and giving me a smile, she moved a few steps behind the tree as she was still in a squat position and peeing.  She blocked me to see her view however, I did not give up and walked slowly in the other direction, so that I could see her from the other side of the tree. I caught a glimpse of her naked ass, but she saw me again and started laughing. Then with a quick duck steps she moved out of my view again. She obviously wouldn't let me watch her freely, but at the same time she didn’t feel much uncomfortable that I was looking. I have a feeling that she was hiding more out of good manners than out of shame. I really wanted to go close to her and look at her directly, but I didn't dare do it. She continued to pee for a long time. At the moment I saw her standing up, I immediately went close to her. She hadn't even taken off her skirt yet. It turned out that while she was moving while peeing, she sprayed with pee her legs. She had to clean herself with napkins. I was very excited and aroused from her and she felt that. She said how much better felt now. I tried to prolong the conversation and she confessed that it was not the first time she peed in the park. But she said, that this time was quite emergency. She also explained me that the most convenience outfit for a girl to pee outside are short skirts and thongs. She explained me she didn't even take off her thongs, she just pulled them aside. I really didn't notice that her thongs were taken off, while she was peeing. Only her mini skirt was raised to the waist. This is one of the most impressive cases. Every time I walk by these bushes I think about my acquaintance.

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    i like wet bikinis reacted to sttl88 in Music festival desperation   
    Same girl, different festival. Cant remember which one, but maybe Glastonbury, given the long drive time.
     
    We got a bus down to the festival and it was one of those super cheap Megabus ones with no bathroom on board. It was maybe a 5 hour drive and on the way down we stopped once and everyone used the bathroom. No dramas. The fun was on the way back.
     
    Returning from festivals is tough, you’re hungover, the music is over and you’re tired from several nights of bad sleep, drinking and dancing. Consequently, we both slept for most of the first half of the journey. When we stopped half way, I got out to use the bathroom. I didn’t really need to go but I knew there was at least two hours left and probably more with traffic. My girlfriend told me she didn’t need to go. 
     
    “Are you sure? It’s a long way home still and this is the only stop?” I asked
     
    “You sound like my mum!” She complained. “I’m fine!”
     
    I shrugged and left to go pee. Got back on the bus, back to snoozing.
     
    About an hour later, I get nudged awake.
     
    “How far left to go, do you think?” 
     
    I looked out the window and saw a sign. “Hard to say, maybe an hour and a bit?”
     
    “Fuck” she bit her bottom lip. Then I noticed she had slipped one leg under herself and was sitting on her heel. “I need to pee”. As if to show me she wriggled around on her foot, grinding it in to her crotch. She saw me looking. “Badly.”
     
    She turned to look out the window and I kept my eyes fixed on her hips. They would wiggle rapidly for a few seconds and then she would keep perfectly still for maybe a minute before another wave hit her and she would wiggle again.
     
    Half an hour later, the wiggling had got longer and the stillness much shorter. She was almost constantly moving now. She turned to me again and I pretended I hadn’t been watching her this whole time.
     
    “How far now?”
     
    It was still about 40 miles and I told her so. “Maybe half an hour, if there’s no traffic “
     
    “I feel like I’m about to explode,” she whispered, looking genuinely worried. “What if I can’t hold it that long?!” She was pushing herself down onto her heel now by grabbing the edges of the seat and pulling, increasing the pressure on her crotch.
     
    “Oh god oh god please hurry.” The girl was beside herself. “It’s going to come out! Find something for me to pee in!” She was wearing a skirt which had mostly ridden up to her waist with all the squirming, so peeing into something would have been relatively easy.
     
    She had now abandoned any pretense of hiding her predicament from me (although she was still managing to keep pretty quiet so the rest of the bus didn’t know). Both hands were thrust into her crotch and she was bouncing up and down. “Oh god oh god oh god. I have never been this desperate in my life”
     
    I rummaged around in our bags but neither of us had anything. The water bottles we had were either finished and put in the bin when we stopped or in the bottom of the bus with our big bags. I told her we had nothing. She just nodded, put one hand inside her panties and started furiously massaging her pussy. I almost came right there.
     
    Somehow, she made it through the next 30 minutes or so, and we pulled into the bus park. A bleak expanse of concrete with a few other buses scattered around. There were no toilets in sight. 
     
    “Fuck fuck please hurry please hurry fuck” she was muttering under her breath as people started to get off the bus. We were close to the back and you know what these things are like - people faff around getting their stuff together and it takes time. Her breathing was shallow, her legs grinding together and her hands were buried in her crotch (outside her clothes now).
     
    Slowly we made out way forward and slowly she got closer to the outside of the bus. It must have been torture. “I can’t hold it,” she whispered to me, “I’m leaking!”
     
    We took the last step of the bus and she hobbled towards a fence. No idea where she was going, but she only managed about 10 steps before the dam burst. We had gone behind the bus a little so nobody else could see what was happening but pee exploded from under her skirt as she walked, streaming down her legs and splashing onto the floor. She kept walking for a few steps and then realised it was pointless and just stood there, legs apart, pee cascading from under her skirt. The look of relief on her face was amazing. 
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    i like wet bikinis reacted to nappypants in what was the first wetting on film   
    I heard about that one many years ago so recorded it when it was on TV once, just for that scene!
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    i like wet bikinis got a reaction from nappypants in what was the first wetting on film   
    Back to the original question...
    1976 - The Man Who Fell to Earth.  It was certainly the first movie of a wetting that I ever saw.  (Bowie plays an alien.  He takes off his human disguise in the bathroom to reveal his alien form.  He opens the door and his human girlfriend (played by Candy Clark) is waiting for him outside.  Shocked, she gasps and drops her drink.  He touches her as he walks past.  The camera pans down to her pink knickers to show her beginning to pee into her pink knickers.  The fabric darkens and wobbles as she floods them.  We see her piss pouring through the material and streams trickling down the inside of her thighs.
    At least, that's how I remember the scene.  Don't ask me about the rest of the movie.
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