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  1. Everything was new about June to James but instantly he could tell she was right on the verge of climax as her body clenched his penis tight, her private area smothering his manhood in moisture and her hips rocking quickly back and forth. The pressure from the base of his testicles to the tip of his penis beyond anything he had ever experienced before, the added pressure from his full bladder taking the experience to a level beyond anything he could ever imagine. It certainly wasn’t his first time fucking anyone but by far the first he’d fucked a stranger so suddenly and impulsively because seeing her utterly desperate to urinate had made him lose any decorum and professionalism. The fact they are both still wearing work attire and are locked alone in a room just yards from work colleagues and the thrill the door might be unlocked any moment all adding to the ecstasy of the moment. June clings to the side of her seat, her knuckles white with fighting against her bodies pull to get ever closer to James. Unable to form anything more than grunts and pants her eyes close as she feels her urethra pound against the firmness of James’s dick. It’s the plug she’s been urgently yearning for the last few hours holding the powerful dam at bay. But with every thrust, every pulsation, she can feel the dam weakening, the pressure intensifying, the strength in her muscles lessening. She doesn’t want to soak James but she’s not sure it can be avoided anymore. Then she feels it....her own body can’t stop. She’s losing control... As she climaxes in orgasm she feels an intensity, a release beyond what she’s ever felt before as she closes her eyes, tips her head back, thrusts one final time and hopes to God it’s not what she thinks. James gasps as his body reaches it’s peak, his penis shaking and spurting as he cums fast and furiously inside the most beautiful, sexy, wet body he’s ever experienced. His penis so warm and wet he begins to slide out as a warmth he’s never felt there tickles the underside of his dick. It’s wetter than mucus and as June’s head comes forward James sees her eyes sparkle, her cheeks flush and her mouth open wide in shock. ‘No! I can’t! Stop!’ Whoosh.... As James’s half erect penis flops awkwardly out from between June’s legs it’s obvious to them both that June has leaked with force as a fast spurt of urine shoots out from her vagina narrowly missing the legs of James’s smart trousers. Quickly letting go of the gusset of her knickers June presses bath her hands firmly back over her crotch, massaging and wriggling for all she is worth. James stands in shock gazing at the damp carpet, blinking as his eyes process what he’s just witnessed yet again. As voices outside can be heard and even footsteps coming in the direction of the room he tucks his wet and sticky dick back into his own underwear and zips up anxiously. ‘Quick! Turn your chair back to face the window so it’s under the table. I think I can hear someone coming! Do you think you can pull your skirt down?’ ‘Only if I can keep both my hands like this. I’m dribbling non stop now. Oh God James I am so so full. I’m going to burst. I’m never ever going to make it to the toilet now.’ James approaches June blushing as he helps her pull the sides of her skirt down and move her seat to face the opposite direction so her back faces the door. June raises her bottom off the seat, both hands between her legs clutching at her crotch, bent forwards as she dancing openly as James moves the seat for her. As she sits back down she wriggles and squirms and she perches on the edge of the seat. Adrenalin surging, his heart pounding and his bladder throbbing James races around to the opposite side of the table in front of the window as he pee dances and grabs a white board own from the table. Trying to keep his writing as legible as possible whist wriggling and having to stop and grab himself as urgent messages from his bladder consume him, he writes on the white board. ‘Ways to understand what a client might really need... Body language Facial expressions Known history: when did they last visit the ba..(he pauses, about to write bathroom and immediately corrects it to bank) Tone of voice Before he can write anything more and whist June continues to wriggle red faced facing him with her hands under the table the footsteps get closer and closer...
  2. The lighting in the room isn’t the best but as James takes two steps closer to June, as he bends down to stare at the most beautiful legs with the sexiest knickers and stockings he has ever seen, he thinks he can just about make out a darker area on the gusset of June’s knickers. The urge to feel them, stroke them, smell them even, is almost overpowering but just as he feels things can’t get even more intense June does something that sends fireworks off in his body and takes his mind places he never knew existed. ‘Can you see it? Is it obvious James? I know my hands are in the way but I’m terrified to move them. I can’t stop pressing right here, that’s the only thing stopping me exploding right now. Look I’m actually shaking here with the fucking need to pee! My damn urethra is throbbing...look!’ In a instant June pulls the gusset of her knickers to one side, almost unpopping the suspender clip keeping up her stockings, as James stares intensively with wide eyes and throbbing heart as June’s wet, open and throbbing vagina is right in front of his face. Her natural pubic hair trimmed enough that he can see everything but not too much keeping an element of mystery about it too. The first and most obvious thing James sees is that June’s urethra is absolutely throbbing, one second pressing forwards and vibrating slightly then another pushing back, then forwards again, it’s tip moist, swollen and red. As June tenses and her legs shake his eyes move up to her hard and swollen clitoris which appears to be screaming to be caressed and licked. A million thoughts and emotions flood James’s mind and body as he allows his own very erect and swollen dick to pop out the leg of his black boxer shorts. As his eyes wander over June’s perfectly red and puffy labia he hears June yelp as her urethra pushes forwards once again in her wet and throbbing vagina as James watches open mouthed as a squirt of urine shoots out and lands just in front of him on the floor as June lets go of the gusset again and once again presses her hands over her crotch and massages back and forth rhythmically. ‘Fucking hell. I have never seen anything so sexy in my life!’ You have the most beautiful and perfect body ever. Fuck! I know I shouldn’t do this but I can’t help it...’ Unable to prevent himself James pulls his boxers back to his body to allow his very erect and almost erupting penis the freedom it needs. His hands stroke from his testicles to his tip, swirling the moist tip with his thumb and wanking himself as he stares in abandonment at what June is doing right in front of him. If he didn’t know any better he would swear she was masterbating herself to prevent herself from pissing as her legs tighten and relax over and over again and her hands massage and caress her damp knickers as she moans with her head tipped back. Quietly, huskily, sexily, he moves his head nearer June’s and whispers hoarsely. ‘Can I?’ ‘I...I can’t promise I won’t piss all over you!’ The very thought is almost too much for James as he steps between June’s open legs, her silk blouse still tucked in at the front of her now scrunched up suit skirt, her nylon stockings barely staying hooked onto her suspenders and knickers. If time were on his side there would be so much he would love to do from running his hands up June’s beautiful legs to nibbling her earlobes to licking her neck, but neither of them have time for foreplay now as his own dick spurts out precum onto the thin carpet as his shaking hand reaches down to move June’s hands aside gently as he gives her the damp gusset of her knickers to hold as he effortlessly slides his throbbing ready member inside her dripping wet and open vagina. As he steps ever closer as his dick slides inside June’s pubic hairs tickle his swollen protruding bladder as her muscles clench and swallow his manhood perfectly, her pants and throbs taking him very quickly to a place of no return. ‘Oh my God. Ohhh. I can feel it coming!’ ‘Me too baby. Any minute now!’
  3. With her hand still down the front of her suit skirt gripping her crotch June lets go of the chair she’s been gripping and paces the room again moaning quietly. ‘Oh come on! Come on! Get a move on and unlock this room! I need to pee now!’ James, his own hand stroking and squeezing his very obvious erect dick in his boxers is entranced. Watching June is mesmerising, unbelievably sexy, and sending his body and mind into overdrive. Not only can he understand and relate to the intense urgency June feels but he can’t help wondering if she might just be every bit as sexually heightened by their joint desperation as he is. Or maybe he imagined the spark of passion in her eye, the teasing way her bottom wiggles as she walks and the flushing of her cheeks when her eyes gaze at his crotch? ‘Oh fuck she’s just so perfect!’ ‘Sorry did you say something?’ James’s face flushes as the sudden realisation that his mouth actually said what he had hoped was just a thought in his mind sinks in. ‘Oh. Emmm.’ He tries to look away from June but not very successfully as once again their eyes meet before June once again stares openly at first James’s swollen bladder then his very obvious erection under his boxers. June smiles as her eyes twinkle. ‘Does having a full bladder usually do that to you or is it...’ But before she can finish her sentence she doubles forwards, her hand still down the front of her skirt as she marches on the spot... ‘No! No! Keep holding June. You can do this! Oh God no! Shit shit. SHIT!’ Suddenly she pulls her hand away from her crotch and in an instant she pulls up the sides of her skirt revealing the top of her black stockings held up with black suspenders attached to her black cotton lace frilled knickers. Pressing her fingers tight against her knickers with both hands and tensing her whole body June sits back down on the chair, her legs spread either side of it as she whispers through gritted teeth. ‘This is so unprofessional. I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so embarrassing! My knickers are wet where I just leaked. Can you see it? It is noticeable? Oh tell me you can’t tell please James! Oh this can’t be happening. I’m not going to make it to the toilet. I can’t...I just can’t hold this...’ James shakes his head in disbelief. Is this really happening? Has a well dressed professional woman seriously sat right in front of him revealing the sexiest lingerie and hosiery and actually asking him if she’s leaked urine in her knickers because she’s so utterly desperate to pee? Is he dreaming? If he is then his penis clearly is too because it very nearly shot a load a second ago! He’s struggling to breath and form words as his mouth goes dry and his eyes bulge in amazement. Dare he say what he wants to? Dare he seriously ask what his hands and body and dick are urgently craving? His erect and thick penis vibrating in his boxers gagging now for more than just releasing the contents of his bladder James can’t help but step ever closer to June as she sits in front of him her legs spread and her knickers covered crotch facing right at him. ‘It’s...it’s hard to tell really. I would need to look closer..that’s if you don’t mind?’ ‘Just hurry! Oh God how I wish I could plug my urethra shut! Oh God this is so hard to hold back. It’s about to come out! I can’t stop it! I’m gonna have an accident! I can’t stop this happening any longer...’ James’s head spins. That’s exactly how he feels too. The pull, the pressure, the intensity is just too much to bare....
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    Carissa is severely lectured by her mom, as she has forged the signature of her daddy to go on a schooltrip. Mom is really angry and she decides to give a good spanking as a punishment. Carissa argues not to have a spanking, mom decides that daddy will the spanking, Carissa is now very nervous and afraid and ends up peeing her panties... (spanking clips not included).
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  5. Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions wetting/urination, desperation. It was suppose to be a normal school trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as conflict. Our flight was slight delayed but soon enough we were all headed home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep. That is, until there was a commotion, which grew in volume. An eerie, accent voice came on the intercom announcing that they plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices and I regretably handed over my iphone which contained pictures of the sights we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend. Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice told all of us to close the shutters. The plane did a hard landing but thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the errie accented voice. "You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except one person. We will take one hostage for a collateral. " Immediately everyone started to mummur, wondering who it will be . "Silence!" The voice continued. "Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead." I did so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised so sort of young and good looking person. But a boy or a gir... "You," I heard the same voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. "You, stand up!" "Noo...." I cried not believing I was chosen. "Mister, look she's only a kid, pick someone...OW!!!" I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger interjected only to receive a large blow on her head. "SHUT UP!! Girl, get up NOW!" With my feet trembling I did so and was yanked immediately my a second masked man. "NO! Don't take...OW! OW!!" My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the speakers again: "All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics. We will watching you." As I heard the movement of the passengers, I was turned around to face the masked men again. "What's your name girl?" The senior one asked. "Catherine.." I mumbled more because of my fear of their looks and their weapons. "Well Catherine," he continued, now with a softer tone, "don't be scared. We won't hurt you, unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short while you will be released. OK?" I slowly nodded but didn't expect the next part. "Tape her up, and watch things from here," he ordered his companion. WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them. "Ha...mmmmppph!" something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and then I felt another sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts. With tape literally all over me, he lifted me up and carried me to front cabin. He buckled me in and said, "now stay here." I certainly couldn't move anyway; the tape was really tight! A few minutes later, I felt the plane moved--we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didnt say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn't keep their promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me? As I thought about my fate, I then felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank alot of water, juice and soft drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds. Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run straight for the toilet. The land was even rougher than before. As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable. "MMMMpppp..." I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared and asked, "WHAT?" "Mmmm....." I cried again and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth. "Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?" "No, no way girlie. You want a quick escape," he replied and attempted to replace the cloth. "Please, mis....mmmppph!!!!" He jammed the cloth back and taped it up. "Mmmmmppph..." I wailed but he disappeared. Shit they wont even release me for a pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn't going to help but still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt that my bladder was really going to burst. "MMMMMMPHHHH!!!" I cried and the man reappeared. "I said no." He snapped but I continued to wail and give him a pleading look. Finally, he reached down and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed. "Mmmp?" I said, pointing at my gag. "You don't need your mouth to pee. Two minutes max." I scooted off but just as I got past the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I'm so embarrassed. Then again, it was that hijacker's fault for not releasing me the first time. I cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just terrible against my crotch. "Good, you are back," he said seeing me. "Accident?" I was still too embarrassed and in any case was gagged so I couln't reply. Suddenly,"BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!" The air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes. My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of "She here! Hostage safe!" The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns. One knelt down and gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth. "Are you ok Miss? Everything fine no..oh dear, looked like you had an accident," the HRT man said, causing me to turn bright red all over. THE END.
  6. I woke with a seriously full bladder but the only bathroom was in use. I sleep in just my knickers so this is me desperate and holding a very urgent need to pee in just my underpants IMG_1650.MOV
  7. Hope it’s ok to share this. I was so busy working this morning I put of going to the loo. By the time I ran there I was so desperate but I tried to keep holding on the toilet but unfortunately I eventually wet right through my underwear! I honestly couldn’t have held it back a second longer! https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/bbw-on-toilet-desperate-to-pee-and-peeing-my-knickers-41637811
  8. So tonight I thought I had better practice as I needed a couple of days my landlord is replacing outlet pipes and I have no access to my bathroom. I started needing to go about three hours since my last visit to the bathroom. It started very slow building and I ignored the tingling in my vagina, the slight pushing from my urethra and the uncomfortable full feeling. After 15/20 mins the feeling became more persistent. I was moving around more, a little squirmy and much more aware of my need to pee. by an hour of holding I was bursting! Actively squirming and bouncy, very aware of my need. My nipples were hard, erect and sensitive to touch, my eyes watering, the hairs on my neck even standing up! You could tell a mile away as I crossed my legs one way, then the other, then held myself. The longing to pee continued. But still I held. Now rocking on a cushion, bouncing, rubbing myself in dire need. Then suddenly the silent but fast pounding of my urethra became so intense a drop leaked out. Then a spurt. Still I held on. I inserted fingers and kept rocking. I pee danced i screamed at my body to keep it all inside my body didn’t listen and a spurt escaped. it was an emergency! Ihad started to piss! Still I tried to hold my lips tightly pursed,my entire concentration on holding, my legs moving so much I could hardly handle it sweating swearing shaking my heart racing i ran to the bathroom with my fingers inside myself desperately trying to plug the hole it was too late. the piss cascaded through my knickers down my legs and whooshed into the toilet like a huge torrent it came and it came even as I finished urine continued to drip drip drip from my cotton knickers. you can see how drenched they got. i lasted just five hours. That’s nowhere near long enough. oh dear! 95F35EE9-5A03-42A4-B4FC-C2E092C6FEDE.MOV
  9. I once had a second evening job as a cleaner because I needed extra money. I was allocated a busy estate agents in the high street to clean after hours. I was told it would be unlikely any staff would be around so to lock up places as I cleaned them for security. I am a bit of a creature of routine so found myself in a routine of starting at one point and finishing by the back door so I could leave, lock up and drive home. It was rare to see any staff at all though I knew it was always possible. One Thursday night I was cleaning as normal. I had wiped down the tables and chairs, computer screens and door handles and I had vacuumed the large public areas and offices. Having worked there a while I had realised that Thursdays seem to be particularly hectic days for estate agents with many final offers, contract exchanges and other legal matters all concluding on Fridays. Every single work area had piles of work and the staff room had a large white board full of appointments for the staff, who were predominantly female. I only had two hours in the building due to alarms and security so I worked my way through cleaning the unisex bathrooms next, polishing the taps, disinfecting the sinks, scrubbing the loos and mopping all before locking the bathrooms up for the night. I often wore earphones and listened to music but this night I had forgotten my music but as I was focussed on work it never bothered me. As I left the toilets and locked them I heard someone come in the back door. I could hear footsteps from high heeled shoes coming towards me, which while very rare, I assumed it to possibly be the manager who may have forgotten something or returning something from a late viewing. While I heard the other person they clearly hadn’t heard me and seemed very flustered and stressed to see me in the office. ‘Sorry I wasn’t expecting to see anyone’ she hurriedly said as she paced on the spot as if still walking but yet not actually moving forward. The rhythmic quick tapping of her black high heals on the tiled floor of the corridor was echoing in the otherwise empty room. ‘I...emmmm...I was just popping past on my way home and had some urgent business I needed to do. If you would just excuse me a moment...’ and at that she grabbed hold of the door to the toilets obviously not expecting them to be closed. ‘I’ve just cleaned them sorry.’ I mustered, so taken aback at her sudden arrival I never thought to even offer to unlock them! ‘Oh yeah, of course. No problem. I’ll just get on with why I came back here and be on my way. I shouldn’t be more than ten minutes max. I’ll keep out of your way.’ And at that she walked briskly to her office area. I went to the kitchen area and emptied the mop bucket quickly then returned to clean the windows and mirrors, of which there were loads, around the office. As I did I watched in wonder as the estate agent, a tall dark haired skinny build but large breasted woman dressed in a tight white blouse, pencil black skirt, and suit jacket bend one leg behind her, then the other, then danced on the spot, then crossed her legs tightly all while trying to file away a pile of schedules for properties I assume she had been at earlier. I felt so embarrassed by the fact I hadn’t offered to unlock the toilets a few minutes earlier when it was obvious now the girl was bursting but I didn’t know what to do so carried on cleaning as I would have. I could hear the estate agent muttering to herself now. ‘Oh, I so need to go. So need to go.’ She was moving constantly, tapping her feet, rocking back at forth whilst standing and pulling one leg then the next behind her all whilst trying to write some things in a diary. I could not stop watching her! There was a glass mirror very close to her desk and it had finger prints on so really needed cleaned. I tentatively moved over to spray and clean it and was a bit taken back when the estate agent began suddenly talking to me as if we were best friends. ‘This job is murder at times you know. People don’t think about it but we are under so much pressure all the time. Do you know I have been to three different houses this afternoon since lunch and this is the first I have been in the office since this morning when I was in a meeting for two hours then had a quick lunch. I haven’t even managed to go to the loo since I got here at 8:30am! God, I’ve been bursting for hours now! You should try having to be professional and talk about new fitted kitchens and bloody ensuites when you just want to use the bathroom so bad. Oh my God I need to get home before I burst. Sorry for disturbing you tonight.’ She was so frantic by now as she leaned against her desk and pushed back clearly tightening her muscles as much as she could. I was beetroot red by now, both from embarrassment and being exceedingly turned on by her openness and obvious pee dancing. ‘I’m sure the floors will be dry now if ummm you would like me to unlock the bathrooms. Sorry about earlier. I was so shocked to see someone I never thought’ ‘Oh God, would you darling? It’s a super emergency!’ I fished into my apron pocket for the keys, leaving the window cleaner and cloth sitting on her desk and I walked briskly to the back of the office to the toilets. The estate agent followed, one hand now between her legs. As I put the key in the lock she leaned back against the wall moaning, her eyes closed and her face deep in concentration. She was obviously in severe need! I pushed the door open for her and went back to quickly finish the mirrors and clear up ready to leave. My last job of the night was taking the bin bag of rubbish out with me into the large bins at the back of the office. I locked all the cleaning equipment away while I waited on the lady coming out of the toilet. She seemed to be a while and I was getting worried the alarm may go off with us both in the building. I stood near the door with my coat on and bin bag in hand as she came out and rushed over to her area to collect her hand bag and keys from her desk. I locked the door of the toilets and held the back door open for her to leave first as she came towards me with a soaking wet pair of knickers and dropped them in my bin bag then rushed out the door into her car and reversed out without so much as looking back at me. I assume she had been so desperate she had wet right through her underpants...either that or she had been leaking from holding on for so long. Either way it was very erotic! I cleaned that same estate agents for a few more years but never did see her again sadly.
  10. I've looked for a thread about first time experiences but couldn't find one. Is there one already there? This was the first time I ever saw a wetting as an adult. It changed my life! When I was 18 I went off to University. During my first term I met another student - girl called Angie who lived in a flat just along the street from mine and soon became very attracted to her. We went out to the cinema a couple of times and on both occasions, on the way back to our flats, I guessed that Angie needed to pee. As we sat on the bus she had her legs crossed and was quite restless in her seat. She didn't seem to be trying to conceal it. I had been excited by the thought of a girl wetting herself for many years and the possibility that Angie might wet her knickers while sitting next to on the bus really turned me on. Maybe because it happened twice, I did wonder whether she had sussed that I was excited and was teasing me! On both evenings I went to bed and allowed the fantasy to play out in my mind. We went out a few more times, becoming good friends without much else happening. Then we were both invited to a party on the other side of town and we hitched a lift with four friends who were also going. It was the days before rear seat belts were compulsory so four of us squashed into the back of Mick's car. The party took over the whole of a large multi-occupied house. Around 2am Mick was keen to leave as he had been holding back on the alcohol so that he could drive. The rest of us were all a bit drunk. Before we left Angie said she needed to pee and headed for one of the two toilets. When she hadn't returned after five minutes Mick said he was leaving "now" so I went to find her. I found her in a long queue for the toilet and told her that she was about to miss her lift home. She said that she really needed to pee but agreed that she'd just have to hold on till we got back to her flat. We piled into the car with Angie next to me in the back along with the two others. We were all laughing and giggling with the alcohol but after just a few minutes it became obvious to me that Angie was in difficulties. I could feel her wriggling and I could see that she was holding herself through her dress. Luckily the other two were too engrossed in each other to notice. Another five minutes passed and Angie was rocking backwards and forwards in her seat. Pretending not to know what the problem was I asked if she was all right. She whispered in my ear "I'm nearly wetting myself". My heart jumped. The very phrase I'd always hoped to hear a girl say! I glanced at her hand and saw that there was actually a small wet patch under her fingers. My heart began to race - part of me absolutely wanted it to happen - I could think of nothing more exciting - but the better part of me didn't want to her embarrass herself by wetting the seat of Mick's car! I knew that we would soon be passing close to some public toilets under one of the underpasses so I decided to try to save her embarrassment. I called out to Mick to stop near the toilets because I was desperate for a pee, which would then allow Angie to go as well. Somewhat reluctantly he agreed. As I expected, Angie said she'd take the opportunity to go too. We both piled out and Angie almost ran under the underpass towards the toilets with me close behind. She was running with her hand between her legs which made my heart race even faster. We approached the toilets.....only to find that they were closed! Angie stood stock still, holding her dress tightly between her legs. Luckily there was no-one else there at that time of night. I ran up beside her and saw the wet stain was larger. Then she just said "I can't hold it" and squatted down, pulling her dress up out of the way and just peed in her knickers. I just stared. I couldn't believe it. Everything that I'd ever hoped would come true was happening right before my eyes. A girl I really fancied was wetting her knickers right in front of me. I could see the pee squirting through the pure white fabric and falling in a long stream into a puddle between her feet. Her pee seemed to go on for ever but that must just have been my mind stretching out time. When it stopped she looked down at the puddle and then up at me, realising that I was staring at her. For a moment she looked horrified but then began to giggle helplessly. "I've....wet....my....knickers!". She stayed squatting for about half a minute and then stood up. She must have realised she was still dripping because pulled a tissue from her shoulder bag and dried herself with it. "We'd better get back" she said. "Or they'll come looking for us. You won't tell will you". I said of course not. On the way back to the car she put her arm around my waist and pulled me close. "It's our secret, isn't it" she said. Well, soon after that we became an "item" and eventually I admitted to her that I'd been very turned on by her wetting herself. When I did she just looked at me and said "I know". And then one thing led to another which maybe I'll write about some time. It did also lead to a fantasy which I intend to post about in the "fantasy" thread.
  11. Knickers and panties are basically synonymous, with knickers being much more of a British word and panties being used much more in the states. Personally I find the word 'knickers' being just a bit more erotic when used in a sexual/omorashi context, such as when a girl says something like "I'm gunnu wet my knickers in a minute" as she squirms around and holds herself. As a Brit I am more use to hearing the word "knickers". In school I would hear other kids say things like "Did you hear about Kirsty? She wet her knickers in Ms Stephens' class." Presumably this is where my preference comes from. How about you guys?
  12. I was in my early twenties. I had just failed my final term at university due to an awful final placement and blagged my way into a new job at a children’s soft play centre. It was my second week on the job and although I was loving it I wasn’t impressed at the management and more importantly the lack of staffing. Getting a break was like gold dust and shifts were 9 hours long. I do recall the morning hadn’t been so busy and I had managed to have one earlier break in the day to have something to eat and drink but the afternoon had two back to back children’s parties which I was lead staff member for and with each party being two hours long that was four hours without a break. Because the building was warm we were allowed to drink during shifts and I carried bottles of water with me all day. It never occurred to me because I was so busy that four hours without even a loo break and lots of water was a very bad combination! The first half of the parties the children played on the equipment. I was the qualified first aided on site which meant I had to be watching at all times. Also with up to 150 kids allowed in at once you had to be around the equipment all the time to keep everyone safe. It was great exercise! Both parties were big with over twenty kids. I recall the first one going well with all meals ordered correctly and all the kids happy. By the time the kids went to the party room for food, games and cake I recall starting to feel the need to pee but I had over two hours left with no chance of a break so I just forgot about it. As I signed the first children out as parents arrived to collect them the next party group were already at the desk waiting! No chance of a quick pee break for me! I was now in behind the counter ticking names of party kids and taking food orders. I had my kegs crossed and the party was just starting! I kept really busy and the parents had a number of requests for me which meant sitting at a table with them bouncing my knee longing for five mins to nip to the loo! They bought me a mug of tea which, while I was very grateful, was also worrying me by now too. Thankfully the work ‘uniform’ of a jogging suit and t-shirt means I could at least move freely to help me hold. I notified other members of staff that I was just going to set the party room up as the parents wanted a certain table cloth and cups/plates etc all set up. Although the staff room was upstairs in the mezzanine area alas the only toilets were downstairs and I had no access to them. Upstairs, alone, with privacy I set the room up with one hand almost always between my legs. I was so bursting and had been holding at this point for over an hour and a half. I was pee dancing around willing the next 45 mins to go super quick so I didn’t have an accident. Anyone seeing me would have known very obviously that I was utterly dying to wee! Except I had no way of going! I tannoyed for the party kids to line up and brought them upstairs trying to hide the fact their party hostess was bursting for the toilet very badly! I tried to hide it by dancing along with the kids to musical statues and moving around all the time. By the time the food arrived and I had given them all out I was frantic. If only I could just nip downstairs and run to the loo! I was terrified the parents would complain though. I had to pour out juice for 30 children and as I was pouring I recall leaking a bit in my knickers. I had to stand still or the juice would spill but my muscles ached with holding so much. I sat down in a corner as the children ate and the family were preoccupied with photos etc. I discreetly held myself as best I could almost in tears at how bad I had to pee. My next job was to light candles and bring the cake in. I HAD to stand still for that and I was dreading it. Just as I was sat with very tight crossed legs and my hand between them the mum came over and asked if I would mind if she carried the cake to her daughter. I was so relieved! So I lit the candles and sat back down with my kegs crossed, my hands between my legs holding my pussy and rocking as happy birthday was sung. Once the cake was back on the table I had to cut the cake and bag 30 slices to out into party bags. I seriously could not stand still for a second and by now I think it would have been blatantly obvious that I was very eager to use a bathroom very urgently. However, ever the professional, I carried on, knowing as soon as the kids left I would be racing to the ladies! Thankfully once the kids had party bags they started heading back downstairs to be collected. This meant I could go back to the front desk where I had a bit more privacy behind a desk on all four sides of me. There was another member of staff there letting kids in and out for the centre but enough room for a few people there thankfully. With one hand now between my legs again I could feel I was a little wet already with leaks and I longed to let more out. My urethra was pounding for release! I HAD to pee. Thankfully my male colleague was too distracted with the constant stream of people to notice I was holding myself at the reception of a soft play centre in broad daylight! As the final child’s parents arrived to collect them I was dripping slowly and steadily into my knickers as I was ever close to the tap opening fully right where I stood. Just as I was about to unlock the reception door to let myself out for the loo my manager came rushing round from the kitchen saying they had run out of milk and handed me a five pound note and asked me to run next door to the supermarket ‘urgently’ as there was a queue of people wanting tea and coffee! I was about to beg her to let me use the ladies first but she stood there clearly waiting for me to go to the supermarket right then and there. I had no choice. I ran out the centre and into the supermarket next door while all the time leaking more pee into my pants. I ran into Morrison’s and straight to the bathrooms but as I was pulling my joggers down my pee torrent started and I sat on the toilet pan peeing forever right through my knickers. Once I was finished I wiped myself, removed my pants and put them in the sanitary bin and pulled my joggers back up. I washed my hands, bought milk quickly and ran back to work to finish my shift knickerless. Thankfully I don’t make a habit of wetting my pants and leaving them in public sanitary bins but that day I had no choice!
  13. My story posted last week, about a desperate student disrupted by bad weather, included reference to a previous near-miss. Here's the story of how that happened...please let me know what you like/dislike for future stories! I like to write realistic scenarios that I can imagine happening to an average girl in real life with a bit of (bad) luck. Emily had been working in a city-centre pub in Edinburgh for the last year or so. She was a student now in the second year of her course and although she received a reasonable amount of money from the student support, and a little from her parents, she worked a few evenings per week to make life a little more comfortable with a bit more spending money. She didn't normally work Thursdays, but it was the week before Christmas and the manager of the pub, Aaron, had offered her some extra hours. As her exams were now over, and she'd be glad of the extra money, she agreed. And so it was that Emily found herself behind the bar on a busy Thursday night. She was a good-looking 18 year old, with long brown hair and blue eyes, cute freckles and a reasonably well in shape body. She'd left home in plenty of time, dressing in a white blouse and a tight black skirt with black tights. A white bra covered her 32C breasts, and she had put on turquoise lacey knickers under the skirt. She usually wore trousers and therefore had to wear a thong to avoid VPL, but as she had a skirt on she felt she could wear something a bit prettier! Arriving in town, she stopped at a coffee shop - the evening shift would cause her to need caffeine! After popping in to Boots for a couple of things, she headed towards the small pub where she worked. Many office workers were having pre-Christmas drinks, so the bar was busy even when she arrived at 4pm. Emily was working with another student, Sarah that evening. Sarah was Irish, with deep blue eyes and blonde hair, and a combination of cleavage and sweet smile which meant she often received a large amount of tips! The two girls were working with Aaron, the manager, and all three were kept busy. The bar was extremely warm and Emily kept taking large gulps from a glass of cold water she kept behind the counter - especially with all the running about she was having to do. A couple of hours into her shift, she started to need a wee, but there was no prospect of a break now - it was far too busy! She continued for a little while and found herself becoming increasingly desperate, but Aaron had previously said that she could have her break at 9.30 when, he hoped, it would be quieter. Emily was trying to figure out how she could pop to the loo when Aaron broke off from a conversation with an indignant middle-aged lady and came to her. "Apparently there's no paper in the ladies, would you mind going and putting a new roll out?" he said, handing her the keys. Emily laughed to herself and said she'd go and sort it. Heading downstairs into the basement she fetched a few rolls from the cleaning cupboard and re-filled the dispensers. Now needing a wee pretty badly, she locked herself in a cubicle, pulled up her tight black skirt and her tights and knickers down. She sat and appreciated the ability to rest her weary feet as she let a strong hissing pee stream loose, and tried to make sure she was completely empty before wiping and flushing. Returning to the bar she reported to Aaron that all was in good order in the ladies, and having taken another drink of water she continued serving. At one point, the jeers of some drole office workers caught her attention, and she could see that Sarah was reaching up to fetch a bottle from the top shelf to the point that the bottom of her white knickers was visible to the men behind a bar. It wasn't usual for Sarah to look so flustered as she did when tugging her skirt back down, but Emily didn't have her down as the kind of girl to wear such plain underwear! Her mind wandered to her own skirt and she felt herself self-consciously tugging it down at any opportunity, lest she become the object of the drunk bankers ogling. By 9pm it had quietened down, with many people having gone on to other pubs or clubs or headed home early, and Sarah was the first to go off for her break, leaving Emily and Aaron to run the bar. It wasn't too hectic, although it was very warm inside, so they opened a couple of windows a crack to let a breeze through. Emily took another drink from her water and set to work loading the dishwasher with glasses. She had served a few more customers and in-between had managed to clean the bar area and get all the glasses collected, whilst Aaron re-stocked the spirits. At about 9.30 Sarah returned from her break and it was time for Emily to have hers. She was feeling quite tired to poured herself a Diet Coke and went downstairs to the staff room with a packet of crisps. She took her shoes off and relaxed on the sofa in the small room which, being air-conditioned, was a pleasant change to the main bar upstairs. At about 9.45 the phone rang, from upstairs - could she come back quickly, it had suddenly got busy? Emily finished the rest of her coke and slipped her shoes back on before she hurried upstairs and found the bar had become packed out once more with people coming out of the theatre. This was annoying, as this time of day on a weeknight was usually getting quite quiet and meant they could get ahead on the cleaning and re-stocking. It was also uncomfortably warm, thought Emily, as she took another drink of ice cold water to make up for all the rushing around she was doing. 11pm came, last orders. The last drinks were served and Emily, Sarah and Aaron started tidying up and washing up for the night. "Is it usually like this on a Thursday?" asked Emily. "Nah, not really" replied Sarah "It's usually a piece of cake, but will you just look at the tips we've got" she said pointing to a glass filled right to the brim. Emily was thankful for Sarah's cleavage as she remembered how tips were shared between the staff equally - not, as had once been suggested, proportionally according to bra size! Aaron locked the doors a little after 11.15 and the last few glasses were washed up. All three staff were tired and, on his suggestion, they retreated downstairs to the staffroom to share out the tips and enjoy a cold beer each. Sarah related tales of a guy she had started seeing recently whilst Aaron separated the cash equally between the three. Although it was now approaching midnight, all three were so tired there was little incentive to move in a hurry. In fact, it was Sarah who made the first move to leave - "Right, must be off, last bus is in 10 minutes and I don't want to miss it again?". "What're you on about?" replied Emily "you could get the nightbus?". "Ha!" replied Sarah "you forget it's a Thursday - there are no nightbuses". Emily suddenly realised she'd reckoned without the timetable being less comprehensive on a Thursday than her usual Friday, and checking her phone she realised that her last bus home was scheduled to leave the bus stop in under 5 minutes. "Shit!" she cursed - unusual for her - and finishing the last of her beer she said her hurried goodbyes to Sarah and Aaron and left the staff exit. It was extremely cold outside, as December in Scotland is wont to be, and the cars parked in the alleyway had frosted-over windscreens. Emily shivered and pulled her coat closer as she realised she needed a wee. She would usually have gone before leaving anywhere - especially somewhere that she'd drunk a beer, a diet coke and copious amounts of water since last going - but the urgency of catching the last bus was more important. Still, it wouldn't be long, she thought - it's late at night, only perhaps 20 minutes and she'd be home. Walking quickly served three purposes - making her bladder feel more comfortable, making her feel warmer and getting her to the bus stop in time. Fortunately, she needn't have worried about the latter at least, as when she arrived at the bus stop there was still 5 minutes to go until the bus arrived, according to the indicator board. "Damn!" she said to nobody in particular "I had time to do a wee before I left!". As Emily stood in the cold street she found herself bending her knees slightly, then crossing her legs, before raising her left leg up slightly. Her need for relief had intensified since she had left the pub - probably because of the cold. The maroon-coloured double-decker approached, so it wouldn't be too long until they were home. Emily dropped her money into the machine and took her ticket, selecting a seat upstairs near the front. The bus pulled away from the stop and lumbered through the city centre one-way systems and traffic lights, picking up a few people here and there. Emily realised that she was fidgeting quite considerably and wondered what it must look like, so she resolved to sit normally and not fidget. This lasted all of 10 seconds, as she felt increased pressure on her bladder, so she compromised by crossing her legs tightly and hoped that this would relieve the pressure. The bus left the city centre on one of the main roads and Emily was pleased to see that progress was rapid. She looked at her phone and worked out that, given where they were, they should be at her bus stop in about 15 minutes, which meant she'd be home in 20. Twenty minutes, and she'd be able to have a wee. Conscious of a lack of movement, Emily looked up and saw a traffic queue ahead of the stationary bus, caused by some temporary traffic lights. Men in high-vis jackets were working with pneumatic drills and buckets of tar to replace the road surface, so the temporary lights had been set up. Damn! They sat for quite some time as traffic from the other direction, and the side turning, took their turns to go across the half of the road which remained open. Finally the lights turned green and the traffic moved forward slowly forwards, the bus pulling out slightly to the other side of the road. Damn! The lights had gone red just as they reached them, but fortunately the driver seemed keen to get on his way and he quickly sped through the roadworks and on to the open road on the other side. It was quite rare for bus drivers to make good progress, noted Emily, as they would usually dawdle like nobody's business. Her bladder was causing her great pain now, and she was thankful she'd chosen a skirt rather than a pair of trousers with a tight belt. She was really pretty desperate and crossing her legs was only going so far. She looked around - there were a couple of people upstairs, but they were quite a way back, so Emily surreptitiously edged her short tight skirt up slightly, above her crotch, so that she could directly hold herself. Looking down, she could see her black tights and underneath them the outline of her turquoise lacey knickers. Buttoning her coat up, she could reach inside and hold her crotch without anybody being any the wiser. She was just praising her unknown foresight when the bus pulled up opposite the garage and the engine turned off. "Y'alright Bill?" she could hear the driver saying downstairs, and looking out the window she could see another driver getting on board. Shit! Drivers sometimes changed over at this point, and looking at her watch it was pretty much the time she should have reached her stop by now, but this was at least 10 minutes away. "Ah havny seen you in weeks eh!" replied Bill loudly, "Ah'v goat a right easy one the night eh, take this up the top an' back tae the depot via the bypass, then hame tae me supper"*. The two men chatted for a couple of minutes whilst Emily's bladder screamed at her, making its presence felt. "See yer later Bill, have a gid night pal" she heard, and she could see the original driver ease himself off the bus and waddle towards the depot. The replacement driver started up the engine (for a heart stopping moment, the first attempt failed, but Emily practically lept for joy when it fired up on the second try) and sped away from the depot. The main road was pretty empty at this time of night, and there were only half a dozen people left on the bus. Three of them alighted at a stop in the next suburb, and the bus left the edge of the city bound only for the final residential area where Emily lived. She was fortunate to have been able to secure a 3-bedroom semi-detatched house with two of her friends, in an area where students often didn't live. There wasn't a direct bus to the university, but it was about a half an hour walk away, and Emily could drive if it was raining. Her flatmates were both away at the moment, having left to go back down to their respective family homes over Christmas. Emily had the run of the place for the next few days until she went back over to nearby Fife for Christmas with her own family. After a lively ride on the last bit of fast road - Emily appreciated how many potholes you never really felt unless you had an uncomfortably full bladder - they pulled into the area where she lived. Not long now, only three more stops. The bus turned off the main road and threaded its way through the residential streets, dropping somebody off opposite the main shops, now closed up for the night. Her stop was next. Emily realised that whilst she was moving, she couldn't hold on to her crotch as she had been doing so far. She took a deep breath in and stood up to pull the cord to ring the bell. The bus pulled up smoothly to her stop and she gingerly eased herself downstairs and out the back door, thanking the driver in a shaky voice as she did so. She stood on the pavement as the bus roared off into the night, and realised that she was only a few minutes from home, but time was of the essence. She started walking with very awkward gait - trying, as she was, to cause maximum pressure on her crotch. Her bladder felt like a hot stone in her stomach. Her home was not far away at all but the effort was going to be substantial. Suddenly, she felt her bladder spasm and contract slightly, allowing a very small dribble of pee to leak from her tight sphincter and dampen her knickers. Emily realised that time was very low and she could only run and hope for the best. Realising that nobody was around, at a quarter to one on a Friday morning in a quiet residential street, Emily grabbed her crotch with one hand and ran like no tomorrow down the road. She had been quite athletic in her early teenage years, although nobody had ever timed her running in a tight skirt and slip-on shoes. She managed to reach the front door of her house without further leakage, but as she fumbled desperately for the key she could feel a tightening in her bladder and she froze. She could hear a hissing noise for about a second as her tortured bladder betrayed her and let a second-long leak of pee out. Keys. Where the fuck are they?! Come on. Toilet's not far away. You can do this. She found the key. Hand trembling, she undid the yale lock and stepped over the threshold, kicking the door shut with a slam from the inside. Emily unceremoniously dumped her bag in the hallway and dropped her coat on the floor. Another tightening of the bladder, another hissing sound, another one second release. Almost there. At least she was alone now. She tore up the stairs, with another one second leak as she was halfway up, followed by another as she ran across the hallway - getting closer and closer together. Bursting into the bathroom she pulled on the light cord and the fluorescent light flickered on. She entered the threshold and felt another one second leak into her knickers, which were beginning to feel rather warm. Desperately, she tried to ram her sphincter shut for just a few more seconds so she could get on the toilet. But as soon as the leak was over, another one started - there were three one-second leaks as she moved across the bathroom with barely a break between them - and then her bladder just gave up entirely and the bathroom filled with the sound of loud hissing as Emily wet herself. So close. So, so close. She stood there in her blouse, skirt and tights as she emptied her bladder into her knickers, dribbling down the legs of her tights into pools on the lino floor by her feet. She had been tense for over an hour now and it felt wonderful to be able to relax herself completely. The relief was amazing. As her bladder became almost entirely empty, she found herself pushing to rid herself of the final bit. What the heck, her tights were drenched anyway. Emily came to her senses a minute or so later. What had she done? At the age of 18, she had uncontrollably wet herself in the bathroom, not three feet from the toilet. She surveyed the damage. Her turquoise lacey knickers were sodden, and her tights had a wet patch running down the inside leg to her feet, and a large patch over her crotch and bum. Gingerly, she removed first her blouse and bra and dropped them in the washing basket, before stepping into the bath and taking a quick hot shower as she stripped her tights and knickers off. She left them in the bathtub, to put them in the wash separately in the morning. How lucky she was, she thought, that her housemates were away. She still self-consciously dashed across the hallway naked to her room, where she put on a pair of plain black knickers and some pyjamas. Returning to the bathroom to take her makeup off, there was still a puddle of yellow in the middle of the floor. By the time this had been mopped up she needed to go again, and she sat down on the toilet and let another stream loose, impressed that her bladder had been holding even more than she'd just let out. She thought about the evening she'd had. She was so close to the toilet. If any of the things hadn't happened - if she'd have gone for a wee before she left work - or if she'd have not had that beer, or if the bus hadn't got stuck in the roadworks, or if the driver hadn't changed over... Emily popped back downstairs and tidied her bag and coat. There was a very small wet patch on the hallway carpet where she'd started to seriously leak. There was still washing of her wet clothes to do, but that could wait until the morning. It was nearly two a.m. by now and she was exhausted. Crawling into bed she saw a text on her phone from Aaron, asking if she got home ok and would she be interested in working next Thursday, too? She sighed. Next time, she'd definitely check the timetable before agreeing to anything. Please let me know what you think of this writing. I might see if Emily can make an appearance in another story, or perhaps continue my writing with another character. Either way, I'm open to ideas. I like realistic scenarios which could befall any young lady through circumstance or poor choice, as opposed to wildly unrealistic things which you could never imagine actually happening. * - It strikes me that those without knowledge of British dialects may find this particular sentence confusing! In RP, it would be along the lines of - "I've got a right easy one tonight, take this up the top and then back to the depot via the bypass, then home to my dinner."
  14. I came across a youtube account the other day https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCzH2rLpXZVDox9Ab2X7rY5A but the videos got removed very quickly indeed. I ripped my favourites which I've uploaded here but if you wanted to see the full six videos got to this link http://www.sendspace.com/filegroup/09Ri1I%2BKWzaFFyFF4dh%2FBFXtQ%2BOyX8%2F2DdqIl6XenO8cZADSIYiGdA I think the jeans one is amazing. EDIT There may be some nudity in some of them. FUCKING BRUTALY PROSTITUTE! she public pee.mp4 HARD PEE! public peeing.mp4 PUBLIC wetting! crazy videos.mp4 SHOCKING PEEING! it's really crazy girl.mp4
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