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Freya's Pee adventures 1.2 Welcome to the second Part of Freya's Pee adventures. Just for everyone new Here, the Girl in this Series is Freya: 18 Years Old 5'6 120 lbs Blond Hair Blue Eyes Tanned Skin Athletic Build Long Legs German Decent A Sprinter at her Local School From a Small Town in Iowa Freya's Locked Out Desperation Wednesday, late March, 12:30 p.m. It was a wet and cold typical March day. Freya went to the bus stop after school to wait for her bus. It was only the third day that face-to-face classes were allowed again, so Freya's bladder wasn't used to the school day again. Actually, Freya usually went to the toilet between the 4th and 5th lesson, but today she didn't have to go to the toilet at that time. She noticed that the bus took longer than usual today because of the pouring rain. But that wasn't her only problem, because she suddenly felt a little pinch in her bladder, so she crossed her legs, but as unobtrusively as possible. Unfortunately, there was no opportunity to sit down, which she would have liked to do. But she was lucky, her bus just turned into her street. On the bus, she sat in the empty last row. She pressed her thighs together tightly and slipped her right hand between them. Today it was a very slow journey home, the bus usually only takes 10 minutes, but today they were still a long way away after 10 minutes. Freya tried to cross her legs, but her long legs combined with the narrow space made this impossible. But in the end she finally maneuvered herself into a position where she could cross her long legs. A few minutes passed, Freya's bladder was getting bigger and harder, she started sweating and panicking because she didn't know how much longer she could hold it. She was desperate, all she wanted was to get home. She leaned back in her seat and knotted her legs together in a double leg cross. But the end was near, just two streets to the left and she would be there. When she got there, she carefully and cautiously got off the bus and quickly ran to her house. But to Freya's shock the front door was locked, nobody was there. She checked for new messages and was shocked to find a message her mother sent her 2 minutes ago. She was shopping for groceries and Freya had forgotten to take her key with her in the morning. Panicked, she looked to see if there were any open windows, but to her disappointment, they were all locked. She had 2 choices, waiting for her mother or asking her neighbors next door. She made her way to her neighbors, the Smiths, but before she even left the porch, a wave of desperation hit her. She crouched down and put both of her hands up her crotch but it was too late, she already had a small pee stain on her tight white pants. Too embarrassed to go to her neighbors now, she sat on the bench by her front door and twisted her legs in an almost unnatural motion into a triple leg cross. She quickly considered her options again. If she waited too long she would pee in public or she would run to the back of her yard and look for a bush. It was clear that she would have to run into her back yard, but this was almost impossible. She stood up slowly, holding onto her crotch. She was a sprinter, if anyone could sprint into her back yard in seconds it would be her. She held her crotch once more and started sprinting. But after just a few meters she lost control of her bladder, she finally found a bush but by then her bladder was emptying uncontrollably. after a full minute her bladder was empty again. She made her way back to the front door when her mother returned from shopping. Freya was lucky because it was raining, her mother didn't notice what just happened to Freya. But Freya still had to get rid of the smell of the urine, she had a quick fix she sprayed a little deodorant on her pants to cover the smell. Freya immediately ran up to her room and got herself new panties and pants. She immediately threw the pissed clothes in the washing machine. Freya's bladder was so empty after that that she didn't even have to go Once the toilet for the Rest of the day. The End
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Version I is becoming obsolete in the way I'm working the story. First of all, you are going to see the story through a class monitor's view point, first person. That means you don't see what your character looks like.... But your character is a male. There are going to be more interactions with the reader of the story, so it will be more like a role playing drama than just a story, but still not quite an rpg or game. The story start is also quite different, and I've actually gotten to a point that I think I like the new frame work I'm building, so I will probably continue with it this way. Once I get a few days added to the story, I would like anyone that is downloading the story or look at to tell me their input about mechanics, story line, and pictures. I do have a little bit of a problem with the pictures though, in that I can only make them do what the Sims4 will do, or what mods I can get to get certain poses. My own pose making program seems to not be working now, so I have to depend on what I can find. Still, I think I have enough that I can make the pictures close to what I want to show. I do have some bit of the new introduction done, but without any pictures as yet. I don't want to put the new version out until I have a few pictures to go with it so you can see what vision I have for this project when you see it. Anyway.... I hope to have the new version ready... or at least enough of it, that I can put out the new story on the 21st or 22nd Japan time. That would likely be more than 12 hours earlier for you Americans, where I'm from.Free -
Cross-legged Chris The pub after work had seemed such a great idea at the time but now Chris was regretting his two pints with his best mate. Sure he’d had an early finish and it was Malcolm’s birthday but this travelling home in rush hour by bus on a pouring wet afternoon wasn’t his idea of fun now in any way. Chris leaned on the window as he wiped condensation away to see out. It had been ten minutes since the bus last moved and he was keen to see what the hold up might be. Annoyingly all he saw was stationary traffic and people walking about under umbrellas. The pitter patter of rain and the drops running down the window in front of him made him realise why he was getting so frustrated: he needed a piss. Not too badly quite yet but if the bus continued to go nowhere he knew those pints would come back to haunt him soon. Chris crossed his legs and checked his phone. First he scrolled through Facebook, then checked email and then finally he thought to check the travel twitter feed. Nothing hugely serious there but two ‘minor’ incidences were causing tailbacks. Chris leaned slightly forward, his legs still crossed as he strained to read the font on his phone in the dim bus lights. Leaning forward helped as a spasm from his bladder jolted him enough to cause him to swing his top leg. Those pints were clearly wanting out sooner than he was comfortable with. A text from Malcolm thanking him for the drinks broke his thoughts as he opened and read it straight away. ‘Got train fine though a little delayed. Thanks again for birthday drinks. Have a great weekend!’ Chris text back: ‘you’re welcome. Got bus right away though not moved for ages now due to traffic. Just kind of wish I’d used the gents before I left Walkers.’ Just as he pressed send the bus engine turned and the bus crawled along a very short distance. Chris debated getting off and walking but at least he was warm and dry on the bus and it would take about an hour to walk the five miles home, plus if the bus could just get out the jam he would ordinarily be home in about twenty minutes. He leaned back and kept his legs crossed and closed his eyes. Maybe a little nap might help time pass quicker and take his mind off of things. It helped a bit but whatever Chris tried thinking about; his flat, the last girl he was with, his own imminent birthday and even what he might eat later, he still couldn’t quite forget about his need to piss. The bus was moving slowly now but he had barely got to the end of the street yet never mind onto the main road out of town. Chris leaned his head on the damp window again, shifting in his seat but not daring to uncross his legs. He was slightly tipsy, happy, but tired, though his body continued to send little pulses between his legs reminding him that his bladder was rather full. Chris tried to shut it out and closed his eyes once more. He must have lightly dosed because he opened his eyes to find not only that the bus had actually moved onto the main road at last but that his hand had also moved over his crotch without him even being aware. He looked around to make sure no-one had spotted before quickly pulling it away. He might really need a piss but he certainly didn’t need others to know that. He crossed his legs at the ankle and scrolled through his phone again. Time was dragging in and it was even beginning to get dark. The rain was even getting heavier too just to make things worse. The bus pulled into a stop and quite a number of passengers got on. It was rare for people to sit next to strangers on public transport unless they had to so Chris was a bit taken aback that a female sat beside him, placing her small but soaking wet umbrella at her feet. He wasn’t wanting to talk to anyone and was glad social etiquette seemed to say that this wasn’t expected these days anyway. He shifted a little in his seat and leaned back letting his legs stretch forward under the seat in front of him but not uncrossing them. He swirled a foot to distract himself from yet another signal from his bladder. He quickly glanced at the lady beside him but she was distracted facing ahead so he silently breathed his relief. Chris had been on the bus almost half an hour now He should have been home ten minutes ago and relieved himself. That brief thought triggered another wave of need and Chris sat more upright and brought his legs nearer. He tried uncrossing his legs but that seemed to somehow tell his body that it could relax more meaning his bladder pushed down towards his urethra and Chris found himself bouncing a knee unconsciously. He immediately swung that leg over the other and tightened his muscles. Progress was slow both with the journey and Chris’s internal struggle. A steady throb continually reminded him he had to piss soon but it was manageable, tolerable even, and with his legs crossed he felt confident he could hold on until home. That was until his female fellow passenger opened her handbag and took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid and took a big gulp. The swashing of the bottle, the watching it run into her mouth and the splash as she tipped it back down to put the lid back on seemed like torture and Chris twisted his body towards the window slightly and gave his crotch a rub. He looked out the window but the relentless dripping of water down the window was ever bit as bad as the bottle of water had been. The bus pulled into another stop and more passengers got on. This meant it was now standing room only with wet clothing, collapsed unbrellas and water dripping down covers on buggies. Chris noticed an older lady standing and after shifting again in his seat he decided to do the gentlemanly thing and caught her attention. ‘Please take my seat. I’m getting off soon anyway.’ He clambered over the lady beside him who hugged her handbag close and breathed in to make it easier before she shuffled to the window to make room for the older lady. The lady smiled and thanked him and Chris held onto the ceiling handles to steady himself. He’d hoping standing might take his mind off his bladder but it had the opposite effect entirely. He moved from foot to foot awkwardly trying to hide the fact he so desperately needed to pee. People rarely spoke on buses, at least that was his experience, but the elderly lady seemed to ignore that. ‘You cold son?’ She asked curiously as Chris continued to shift around despite being highly embarrassed. ‘Mmmm. No I’m fine thanks.’ He muttered rather embarrassingly then looked away. He had to stop moving before people realised what was wrong. He slipped a hand in his pocket to try and reach his aching penis to squeeze it whilst making a huge effort to stop moving around. It was not enough though as a strong urge to pee came over him forcing him to squeeze his legs and thighs tightly before crossing his legs again, which looked much more awkward standing than it did sitting. He still had four stops to go until home but Chris was sweating. He’d been bursting for almost an hour and his body was getting tired from holding. Those two pints, combined with copious other drinks before that, had taken him to his limit. He bend forward and pressed the bell to alert the driver he wanted off. Hopefully walking would help stop him wetting himself and at least he wouldn’t have an audience to hide from. He stepped off the bus and was glad to see it pull away. He pulled his hood up to shelter from the rain and gave himself a squeeze before heading home. Walking was a bit distracting and with only the dim light from streetlights it was less embarrassing rubbing his thighs and crotch as he briskly walked. Another strong urge caused him to stop and cross his legs tightly. Oh how badly he needed to piss now. He looked around, his mind frantic to find a bathroom. Asda! How could he have possibly forgotten about Asda? He quickly looked across the road and with one hand grabbing his crotch for dear life he ran across the road and down the small lane into the warm bright store. He raced along the row of checkouts feeling his piss right at the very tip of his penis. Disabled, baby change, ladies...why did the bloody gents have to be the furthest away? Chris pushed the door open with his back with both hands squeezing his crotch for dear life. As he turned his body tears of relief formed in his eyes as he saw the most inviting, heavenly, beautiful sight ever created: a urinal. Chris ran over, doubled over, feeling his underwear dampening as he unzipped his jeans and fished for his penis, which was slowly but steadily leaking. He pulled it out, aimed, and used his other hand to steady himself as his piss shot out fiercely and strongly. Chris felt a little dizzy from the intense relief and the power at which he was pissing. He sighed and panted. ‘Oh my God, that’s so much better!’
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