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  1. chico012

    Party Bus desperation

    https://xhamster.com/stories/millies-night-out-from-hell-973204
  2. An original short story I decided to write. Simple young female unintentional desperation and wetting with humiliation. She is 14 so if that or any of the other is not your thing, turn back now. There is no sexual content in this fiction. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My first day of high school was pretty average I guess. Mostly just met our teachers, got our school IDs and textbooks and whatnot. Did I make any friends? No, but that’s okay. I can worry about that later. Right now I just want to get home after a quick pee break that I really need right now. I make my way to the bathroom but instead I'm met by caution tape over the women’s restroom door with a sign saying “closed for maintenance”. “Crap!” I mutter, frustrated as I bounce in my spot. What the hell, they were just fine when I walked by them before my last class an hour and half ago! A janitor comes out with a mop bucket and sees me standing there. “Sorry kid, someone thought it would be funny to put firecrackers in the toilets.” He says, as he walks by. “Excuse me.” Great, just great. My average day got worse. I groan as I leave the school and just head straight for the buses. Fine, it’s whatever, I should be able to hold it until I get home. Hopefully. I sit down at a bench, cross my legs, and hug my backpack in my lap. Thankfully the bus doesn’t take too long to come. Bus 363 stops in front of the curb and I quickly get on and find a seat near the middle. I curl up against the window, set my bag on the seat and try to not think about my almost full bladder. As the seats fill up, another girl decides to sit next to me. I turn my head to look at her. The first thing I notice about her is that she has much bigger boobs than I do. Not that I’m jelly or anything. I’m perfectly fine with my… a cups. Yep. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” She looks over to me as she set her bag down at her feet. I shake my head no. Her clothes are more fashionable than my red shirt and jeans. She has a really pretty sparkly light blue sweater and white pants. Her boots match her top, and my old converse shoes have fresh gum stuck to the bottom. I lift my foot up and try to scrap it off on the floor. My bladder aches in pain as the bus starts moving again and I shift in my seat. “I’m Sarah Chester.” She introduces herself as she sways her long strawberry blond hair behind her head which was beautifully styled compared to my boring short brown hair. Wow, are we already on a last name basis? “Allie.” I reply. “Oh, I think you were in my homeroom!” Her face lights up. “Oh, cool.” I say, not so enthusiastically. It’s not that I don’t want to try to make friends with this girl, it’s just I have to PEE SO FREAKING BAD that I literally can’t concentrate much on a conversation right now. Every bump in the road makes this stupid bus bounce which is only making my bladder scream. She stops talking for a few minutes, probably because she thinks I hate her. I shove a hand between my legs and wiggle them. I hope Sarah doesn’t notice, but of course she does. “Are you okay over there, Allie? You look… uncomfortable.” She asks, concerned about me. “Um... yeah I’m fine.” I give a sheepish smile without making eye contact. You’re not going to get a lot of info out of a shy girl, especially about her bathroom needs. Sarah shrugs and turns away for the moment. She keeps talking about her school day every couple minutes but I could only give short answers. I can’t think about anything other than how much I urgently need a toilet. “Oh my god, I can’t believe how much homework-” Sarah stops mid-sentence when a loud popping sound came from outside the bus. I jump in my seat, startled from the sudden noise and I immediately start to leak in my pants. It took every ounce of my strength to stem the flow as I grab my crotch and hold myself tightly with my legs crossed. I feel a small wet spot under my hand. “What the HELL was that?!” She says loudly as the bus wobbles and pulls over the to side of the road. This isn’t happening… this is NOT happening. Dammit, now what? The bus driver stands up. “Tire blew out, guys. Sorry but it looks like we’re going to be here a little while.” He says over the intercom before he begins calling someone over the radio. “No.. please no.” I mutter as tears began slowly welling up in my eyes. I continue holding myself. On a scale of 1 to 10 on how badly I need to pee, I am at a solid 9 and it’s only climbing higher. 14 year old me starts crying in her seat because she’s about to have an accident in her pants. Sarah looks over to me, and places a hand on my shoulder. “Wow, are you okay, what’s wrong?” She looks down at my lap and her mouth opens as she seems to have put two and two together. “Oh no. That’s not good. Are you going to be alright?” I take a deep breath. “I don’t know…” I reply softly, my voice cracking from desperation. Sarah wraps her arm around me and supports me with her other hand. “Don’t worry, Allie, you’re going to be okay. Just hold on tight!” Yeah, what do you think I’m doing? This is so embarrassing! I hate that I have to hold myself like this. Everyone that looks my way will know I really have to pee but if I remove my hand I’ll wet my pants for sure. Having Sarah there makes me feel better, emotionally at least, but I can’t help but think I’m just putting off the inevitable. Every minute feels like an hour, and every minute I feel like I'm going to lose it completely. I clench my eyes shut as tears flow down. Sarah hugs tighter. “Do you want me to see if I can get something for you to pee in?” I couldn’t reply so I just shrug. Pulling my pants down and peeing in a bottle on the bus is not what I had in mind but at this point I feel like I don’t have much of a choice. In the back of my mind, I’m positive that I’m not going to make it home without having an accident but I can't think like that. I can't pee my pants, I just can't! I cry as the pain from my bladder grows stronger. My body shakes with desperation. Sarah asks around for a bottle or anything. Thankfully she didn’t give any details, but it still got people to look our way. I felt stares. I look up and saw the boy in the adjacent seat glancing at me. I turn my head away and shot from a 9 to a 10. I begin leaking more in my pants every couple seconds. I place my hand on Sarah’s shoulder and she turns to me. “Sarah… I’m not going to make it.” I confide in her and began sobbing. She hugs me again and pulls her backpack up to the seat. “Allie, it’s okay. I’ll block the view.” I’m so glad she does, because right at that moment, I can’t hold it anymore. My bladder gives up and pee gushes out, drenching my jeans. Relief comes quickly, as does utter humiliation. I close my eyes tightly and drown out the world around me as I wet myself like a little girl. I don’t believe it. This is a nightmare. I can feel my pants soaking with pee with my hand still tightly clutching between my legs as it flows under me. “Stop staring at her, asshole!” She shouts. I could feel her pushing her bag closer to me. As I finish peeing my pants, I hear some guys outside the bus talking. I look out the window and saw they had changed the tire already before I look over to Sarah. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe this happened.” My voice still shaking from the sheer embarrassment. I look down at myself. I had completely flooded my jeans from my crotch, all the way down my legs and into my shoes. A large puddle is underneath my feet. “Don’t apologise. It’s not your fault. It’s just an accident.” I felt her hand on my shoulder once more as she hugs me again. This time I hug back. I want Sarah to be my new friend. Maybe a best friend. “Sorry about the delay folks, we’re back up and running now.” The bus driver announces over the intercom before sitting back down. Sarah kept me blocked from peering eyes as the bus drives off. “Thank you Sarah.” I look to her and smile. “Can we be friends?” I ask, hopeful. “Definitely.” She smiles back. I start to feel much better now. Still embarrassed. But at least i made a new friend. I just hope I can get home before my parents so I don’t get a talk. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thank you for reading if you got this far. Please let me know what you think.
  3. ιиfιиιту

    female Maddi’s Bus Desperation

    Maddi reluctantly rose from her bed. To her surprise, her bladder was already full. She absentmindedly looked at the clock. “Oh no!” She exclaimed, throwing on her school uniform. (A short skirt and long sleeve sweater) As she pulled on her tight skirt, she noticed the bulge in her bladder. “I really need to go...” She mumbled. “I’ve have no time though! I’ll miss the bus! Isn’t that worse?” She tried to persuade herself not to rush into that bathroom. Maddi is a stubborn girl, so she bolted past the bathroom, squeezing her thighs together when she heard her older sister peeing inside. She walked out the door, struggling to keep her pee inside. She climbed up the stairs to the bus to sit alone in the back. “I don’t want anyone to see me squirming...” She thought as she walked down the aisle. She made sure her bag covered the seat next to her. She felt nudges to her bladder, and tried to ignore them by watching the passing cars. Everytime the bus made a stop she had to hold her bladder harder, as the pee sloshed around. After 10 minutes of crossed legs, pressed thighs, and hands in the crotch her school was in sight. Relief washed over her and in that moment of distraction a little spurt stained her skirt. “Cmon Maddi, keep it together,” She whispered. Before the exit to her school, the bus pulled to the side of the road. The bus driver announced that the bus had a flat tire, and that it would be around 30 minutes until we could get back to school. A wave of desperation hit her and she squirmed so much in her seat she could swear she was shaking the bus. “Mnnh... I can make it,” She told herself. Little leaks while the bus had been repaired turned her blue skirt to navy when the bus finally pulled up to school. She tied a jacket around her waist and pushed through the crowd of kids, being careful to avoid elbows to the bladder, which would foil her whole plan. She anxiously dashed through the halls, ignoring the “No running!” from her teachers. She closed her eyes in relief as she walked into the bathroom. She hit something. “Hey, watch it!” Exclaimed the girl in front of her. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Maddi quickly said. Maddi refocused and saw the huge line for the bathroom. She was on the brink of tears. “Today has been awful! I have such bad luck,” Maddi considered peeing in the trash can in the bathroom, but there were too many people for that. She pressed her legs even harder together as her bladder was betraying her. Maddie knew what was happening, and even her large bladder, hand, or stubbornness could stop her bladder from releasing it’s contents. Urine flowed down her crossed legs, soiling her skirt and tall socks. A loud hiss coming from her turned all eyes in that line towards her, some with sympathy, some with disgust. Her face flushed red as she tried to contain the stream, but it was just too much. A large puddle now surrounded her, as her bladder emptied it’s last drops Maddi began crying. Not full crying, just little tears. The girl in front of her stepped in her puddle, not seeming to mind, and put her arm around Maddi. Maddi’s face flushed red. She said, “Hello, I’m May. Do you want me to help?” Maddi was so embarrassed that this beautiful girl had to witness this. Maddi mumbled, “Only if you want to. I don’t want to burden anyone else,”. May smiled and gathered paper towels. She handed some to Maddi. Maddi started blushing hard, seeing May wiping up her own pee. When they finished, Maddi quickly thanked May. “No problem. I would want help if I were in your place.” May said. “That’s true. But still, thank you so much.” May looked at Maddi and said, “Hey, I think you are really cute and nice. Do you wanna go out sometime?” Inside, Maddi was freaking out. But on the outside, she said, “Oh my gosh! I’d love to!” May’s eyes brightened. “And if you’re with me, this won’t happen again,” Maddi smiled. Hey! This is my first story! Feel free to give some criticism and tell me what you like ☺️
  4. TJC

    female bus desperation

    This is a story that happened to me a short while ago. I was taking the bus home one day when a girl got on the bus. She was quite attractive, slim build, kind of dark skin, and appeared about 17-18 years of age. Her and a group of friends sat down not too far from me. (This was a stop near a school so I guess that's how she and so many of her friends got on at the same time) After a couple minutes of casual conversation I heard her exclaim how she had to pee. Naturally, my attention shifted to her. At first there wasn't really much going on, she just continued talking normally, but a few minutes later things got interesting. She exclaimed how she really needed to pee and how her bladder was killing her. Her friends teased, describing water flowing, waterfalls etc. This seemed to really agitate her and seemed to increase her desperation greatly. She began really holding herself and crossing her legs, with worry in her face. The teasing ceased as her friends soon got of at their stops. It was just her, desperate as all hell. At this point she was squirming in her seat and I was aroused beyond belief. She continued holding herself for about half an hour longer. (I guess she had to go to the other side of town too.) My stop came up and I rang the bell. Miraculously she got off too. I saw her pull out an empty bottle and rush to a near by alley. I didn't follow her. (Though I really wanted to, but it would have been creepy.) Needless to say that was my most memorable bus trip ever.
  5. Equusquagga

    female Maybe went a little too far!

    Hi guys, I thought I'd tell you a tale about Friday! I have a lecture in my uni from 3:45-5:15 and I decided to hold from about 3 until after the lecture. I got to the building at 3:30 and was desperate for a drink so I had some water from the fountain, I forgot my bottle which was super annoying. About 30 minutes in I was dying for water but also needed the bathroom quite badly. My stomach was quite heavy as well (I don't enjoy that side of things) putting a tonne of pressure on my bladder. When we had 30 minutes of class left I asked to go to the bathroom and thought about relieving myself but instead went to the fountain again, I wanted to be quick and join back in class. Luckily we finished early so I could run down and get the 17:23 bus, but I definitely had no chance to relieve myself and it was cold outside. Walking in the cold with unnecessary pressure ramped up my need to a good 8/10, and waiting around for the bus and not being able to use the techniques to hold that I would use in private were starting to worry me, I stood with my legs crossed quite tightly and eventually got on the warm bus. I sat down, the bus goes around a roundabout and over a bridge, down past a school and then to my stop. As we were coming down the other side of the bridge a wave hit me and I couldn't do anything but squeeze internally. I couldn't manage holding back that way and some drops forced their way out, then the drops turned into a trickle until the wave lessened. I could feel my underwear was damp but I didn't dare act like I noticed. Eventually I got off the bus without losing anymore, but standing up and walking was a continuous small dribble up to the flat. I got inside and my housemate informed me that people were coming to look round, that meant I couldn't use the bathroom and had to hold it even longer. Luckily I could now use my hand, sit on my heel whatever to stop leaking, and I stayed stock still whilst people came to look round, as soon as they were done I made it to the bathroom and finished the rest there, surprisingly only having a wet spot on my panties. Thanks for reading EQ x
  6. KidIntheDark

    Alex and Levi 1 of 15

    They say when you like someone, you want to spend every second with them. I’m not entirely sure how accurate that is, but I don’t remember being quite as excited as I was when Levi agreed to come over after school. He’d been new this week and I don’t know if he likes hanging out with me, or if having new friends just sounds appealing to him, but I do know that I sure do like him. I mean, how could I not? He’s practically the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, what with his feminine build, slim waist and he’s downright tiny in height for a boy. He’s got longer black hair that’s constantly either in his light blue eyes or stuck off to the side with one of his sister’s bobby pins. His nose is what my mom likes to call ‘fairy – like’ due to how small it is in contrast to the rest of his face and he has freckles dusted under his eyes and along the bridge of his nose. Levi’s worn nothing but ripped, colored jeans and a t-shirt with some rock band’s logo on it all week and today was no exception. Today his jeans are light blue, and the band is Paramore. The jeans are the same color as the bus seats we’re sitting on and his small legs nearly blend into the design. He has his head leaning against the back of the seat his eyelids are drooping; I vaguely remember a conversation we had earlier in the week about how much he loves long car rides because they sooth his insomnia and help him sleep. “You can sleep, you know,” I tell him, “My bus stop’s the lost one and it’s nearly an hour away. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” “Okay,” he says softly, before shifting so he can rest his head against my shoulder. Smiling, I put my headphone back in and turn back to the short story I have to finish for school. Levi and I attend a performing arts high school. I’m a literary arts major, and Levi’s a musical theater major. He’d auditioned a bit late, but because it’s his senior year and his last chance at getting in, they’d let him, while I’ve been attending since seventh grade, which is the first year you can attend. The bus hits a bump in the road and Levi sits up quickly. “You okay?” I ask, pulling out a headphone again. Letting out a long breath through his grit teeth, he nods solemnly. Shrugging, I put the headphone back in and Levi assumes the position he was in seconds before. I don’t think much about it until the bus jerks to a stop to let the third stop off. Levi’s face scrunches up and his nails dig into his kneecaps. I nudge him gently with my elbow and he looks up at me sleepily. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Nothing,” he mutters, before closing his eyes again. “It’s obviously not nothing,” I say, gesturing the way he’s squirming his legs. He groans and crosses his ankles. “I just really have to pee, okay?” he whispers, leaning close to me so no one else can hear him, “I forgot that your bus ride is twice as long as mine.” And yeah, that makes sense; he had guzzled away two water bottles during P.E. He’s only the art student I’ve come across that put his all into the sports we played here, despite just how bad and uncoordinated he is. The bus hits another bump and his hands fly to his lap before he remembers where he is. He looks away from me quickly, blushing. “Do you think you’ll make it?” I ask, eying the way his foot keeps tapping against the floor. I can’t tell if he’s just suddenly getting desperate, or if the confession made him feel less obligated to hide just how much he has to go. “How much longer?” I check the time on my iPod. “’Little under half an hour,” I tell him. “Pray for me,” he says, and I take that as a ‘no.’ I twist my body to look behind us. The back of the bus is nearly empty now that the biggest stop has been dropped off. “The back is almost empty,” I murmur, leaning in just as close as he had been to me seconds before, “I have a towel in my gym bag. If worst comes to worst, you can piss in that.” He looks at me with a look of disgust before squeaking and going rigid. He squeezes his thighs together tightly for a few seconds before relaxing the slightest bit, but still quite obviously on guard. “Did you just leak?” I ask, strangely excited by the idea of it. “Shut up,” he tries to hiss, but it sounds much more like a whine, “Let’s just get to the back. Please.” I nod and lean forward. “I’ll grab your stuff for you,” I say, noticing the way that leaning over only squishes his bladder against his thighs. “Thank you,” he says, getting up. He grips the back of the bus seat in front of us with his face scrunched up for a few seconds before moving to the back. I slip both of our book bags onto one shoulder and use my other arm for my laptop and P.E. bag. I move to the back where Levi is now sitting, squirming his legs around and biting his bottom lip so hard it’s bleeding the tiniest bit. “Jesus,” I mutter, sitting down next to him, “You must really have to go.” “I’m bursting,” he agrees. I place our stuff on the floor and quickly open my gym bag. “Hurry, please, Alex,” he begs, trying to unbutton his pants. I nod and pull the old Pokémon towel out of my bag. I hand it over to Levi, who leaks a bit in anticipation. Blushing, he jams the towel into his crotch. The back is only filled by a sleeping blond girl that’s sprawled out on the seat diagonal from us, but I lift my knees to block the view of Levi’s actions just in case. I don’t mean to look, but it’s practically hypnotizing to watch the way the towel goes from being blue to a shade darker as Levi wets. He moans a bit in relief and his eyelids flutter. While the rest of him relaxes, his hands quickly grab as much of the towel as they can and push it closer to him. I glance at his boxers that are now resting around his knees and find that he had indeed leaked when I thought he had. The material is obviously wet, and so are the inside of his jeans, though it wasn’t enough to leak through the front. His thighs are a bit wet as well. The towel starts darkening more rapidly and Levi glances at me from the corner of his eyes. “Don’t look,” he whines. So, I turn away and watch the blonde girl’s chest rise and fall instead. A few seconds later, Levi taps my shoulder. “What do I do with this?” he squeaks, cheeks bright red. I open my gym bag and he looks at me for permission before setting it in. “This is embarrassing,” he whispers, inspecting his wet boxers before pulling them back on with a grimace. I stay silent, not really sure what to say to relieve him of his embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he says after taking a few deep breathes and pulling his jeans back up, “I don’t normally go at school because I shy bladder – the only reason I could go now is because I was going uncontrollably, I tried to stop it, I really did, I’m so sorry - and public restrooms are just disgusting in genial, and I always have to go when I’m nervous and I’m always nervous when I go to someone’s house for the first time and I forgot that your bus ride is longer and I should’ve went when I had the chance and –“ “Levi!” I practically yell, and he flinches, “it’s totally cool, dude. It happens to the best of us.” He smiles a bit and nods, though his cheeks are still bright red. “Um,” he says, rubbing his arm self-consciously, “Normally when I hold it that long I have to go pretty quickly again soon. Do you happen to have another towel?” Laughing, I shake my head. “No, but I have an empty bottle,” I say, snatching it off of the side of my gym bag. “Okay,” Levi says, taking it with a small smile.
  7. Hi once again everyone! By popular demand (one person :P),I have decided to recount an experience that happened on the journey during a school field trip. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The trip had been scheduled by our school about a month in advance and all of the students were, in fact, quite looking forward to it. The trip was to be to Wayanad, a small city in the southmost coastal state of Kerela. The distance between Tumkur (my home town at the time) and Wayanad, was not by any means small, being about 300 km away. The school had also planned to take us through Bandipur, a wildlife sanctuary on route. At this point of time, I was in 12th standard and was dating Shruthi. We both arrived early in the morning at the school, had a large cup of steaming hot coffee at a small shack nearby, and headed to the boarding point. Once there, we encountered a large number of students, the majority clad in salwa kameez, which, to non-indian readers, looks something like this. After waiting another 30 minutes, with no sign of the bus, we began to get irritable. A student next to me told me that he had asked a teacher who said that the bus was on the way and would be here within 5 minutes. Sure enough within a minute or two, the bus pulled in to the stop. Students rushed to get on it, attempting to get the coveted back seats, far from the prying eyes of teachers. Somehow, Shruthi and I managed to get seats on the very last row of the bus. Shruthi looked excited, as was I as the bus pulled out. The first couple hours went by without incident. Owing to the cold early morning air, most students were bundled up and deeply asleep, most quite intoxicated from the charas we had smoked earlier. (A rather primitive form of hand-made hash). I sat next to Shruthi, resting my hand on her thigh, as we proceeded with the journey. During this time, owing to the fact that the people on the seat next to us were good friends of hers and fast asleep, and the fact that the teachers were also fast asleep, I slipped my hand down her pant leg and began to gently rub. She reciprocated the action and this continued for quite some time. Finally, after about another 40 minutes, the bus pulled in at a Dhaba, (extremely cheap roadside restaurants), for students to quickly relieve themselves and get back on. Shruthi and I however, having been engaged in foreplay for the better part of an hour, needed relief of a different kind. :P Pulling my hand out of her pants and standing up, we both made our way to the front of the bus, in a hurried motion. The teachers, assuming us to be nothing more than desperate students, stood aside and let us pass. As it was by now only about 8:00 in the morning, the Dhaba was fully empty. I glanced around for a secluded place where we could conclude our business but found none. I was contemplating heading behind the Dhaba (a plan that was far too risky owing to the large number of teachers present), when suddenly, Shruthi grabbed my hand and began pulling me in the direction of the ladies restroom. Just to give an image to the non-Indian readers, the Dhaba looked quite a lot like this. . The female restroom exterior looked like this Once entering the Ladies section, the layout was something like this, extremely run down and in appalling condition. Regardless, Shruthi, pulling me by the hand let me quickly into the Ladies restroom, walked down the 'alley' and entered a stall somewhere in approximately the middle. This would not normally work anywhere in India, owing primarily to the extremely conservative attitude held by the majority of the locals. Also, the other ladies in the bathroom would notice and make a big scene if they saw a man enter. However, as the Dhaba was empty at that time of day, and we were the first people to get off the bus, the plan was executed seamlessly. Shruthi pulled me into the stall, almost gasping in anticipation, and slammed the door behind her, fumbling and finally managing to latch the rusty door. No sooner than the door was locked, Shruthi lifted up the topmost part of her salwa kameez, untied the string holding her pants in place, and guided my hand to her pubic area. Similarly, I unzipped my pants and let my junk hang. She began rapidly jerking me off as I was rubbing her soaking wet groin. At this moment however, the rest of the girls from the school bus entered the washroom, no doubt desperate after being cooped up for so long. One girl entered the stall next to us and another, the stall on the other side. As seen in the picture, the toilets have almost now boundary, above or below the small partition wall. Owing to this, the sounds of their relief were all to audible to Shruthi and I. One girl could be heard struggling with the latch in the stall on our left, unable to get the door to shut. The girl in the other stall, had entered but hadn't begun to go yet, probably because she was wearing jeans or taking care of some other business. The first girl could be heard desperately swearing at the lock when suddenly a hushed but still quite loud, "FUCK!!!", reached my ears from her cubicle. The clickety-clack of her shoes on the marble floor could be heard as she desperately tried to position herself around the hole in the ground. Sure enough within a matter of seconds she had pulled down her Salwa Kameez pant and was peeing, extremely forcibly into the toilet. The sound proved too much for me and, combined with Shruthi's incessant stroking, I shot my load all over Shruthi's arm. Shruthi herself came within the next minute, her muscles tensing and her eyes rolling back in her head as I stroked faster and faster, at an ever increasing pace. Upon completion, I zipped my pants back up and Shruthi tied her Salwa. We waited for a minute or so. The tell-tale sound of loud streams hitting basins from the stalls besides us, informed us that others were there and that we shouldn't go out, lest I be seen. Shruthi however, didn't quite understand this and whispered to me, "Yāvuvu Nīvu kāyuttide!? Horabaralu!", (What are you just standing there for? Get out) "Nānu sādhyavilla", (I can't), I replied, "Lēḍi Hege Hoduvagodi" (There are still ladies there) With that she switched over to English, lest one of the students in the adjourning stalls understand what we were saying. "Seriously, just go!", She said agitated, "Nobody's there, it's fine" I opened my mouth to respond but at that exact moment there was a loud knocking on the door. "Ap yadvātadvā!! Nānu mūtra visarjane, mūtra visarjane!!", cried the girl outside the door. (Hurry up! I have to go really bad, I will seriously lose it!) Shruthi looked at me, acknowledging my satisfactory smirk, and replied "Nirīkṣisi, mutra Atisara, Beḷigge Āhāra kaḷapeyāgittu". (I'm sorry but you'll have to wait. I have loose motions, the morning food was very bad) I could swear that I heard the girl outside moan a disappointed groan, but my primary focus was directed inwards. I began to notice that Shruthi had begun to look uncomfortable, more and more by the minute, from the time we had finished our romance in the stall. I suspected that she needed to pee, but didn't want to upset her by asking, (she was still extremely embarrassed about the incident that took place in her driveway). Also I was confused as, up until a minute back, she had been showing no sign at all of needing to go. Now however, as she stood above the toilet on the other end of the stall, crossing and uncrossing her legs, I began to think otherwise. After another 5 minutes, there was silence in the restroom, and no sooner than the silence crossed my mind, did Shruthi throw me out of the stall. As she was closing it however, her Nokia phone beeped. She pulled in out of her pocket, bent over, and read the message. "ನೀವು ಅಲ್ಲಿ, ಬಸ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟು!!" (Where are you guys, the bus is leaving!). No sooner had Shruthi read the message than she jumped out of the stall, told me to come, and sprinted towards the exit and the bus. We made it just as the bus was pulling out, hopping inside, and weaving our way between the seats to reach our seats in the back, that Shruthi's friend had managed to keep for us. The inside of the bus, the back-most seat looked exactly like this, just slightly less rundown. The moment we sat down, I could sense Shruthi's trepidation. "What's wrong, I asked??", speaking in English so as not to be understood. "I really really had to", she stopped and corrected herself, "have to, go to the bathroom". I was quite surprised that she had admitted to it in my first asking, the only logical explanation would be that her inhibitions were lessened by the residual effects of the charas. "Oh." I said, "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll pull over soon enough, you can just go then." Unfortunately, 20 minutes passed and there was no sign of the bus slowing down. We had, by now, crossed over into Bandipur, the wildlife reserve. At the entrance, security men put metal grills over all of the windows and instructed the teachers not to let anybody leave the bus for safety reasons. We were instructed to give the grills back at the exiting check-post. Shruthi sat quietly in the seat next to me, biting her lip, her legs firmly crossed. "Hey", I asked, "How come you didn't have to go up until we got into the restroom?" "Don't know really",she replied, "I think it was because of you know, the rubbing,", she said the last part in a hushed voice. "Well then, do you ummm, maybe want me to give it another shot?", I asked. She looked at me with disgust and angrily declined. I apologized and turned away. After about another 30 minutes however, she turned to me and whispered, "I really can't hold it! honestly, I think it's the coffee but,", she paused, "But I don't just have to pee anymore...", she whispered softly, no doubt embarrassed. "I really can't control it all! I feel like I'm going to explode", she said, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. "Do you think you could, you know, help me...", she whimpered, trailing off. Understanding, I nodded and slipped my hand under her pants and into her panties. She relaxed her muscles, and uncrossed her legs, allowing me to reach where I needed to easier. I could feel a large damp spot on the back of my hand, the side that the panties were touching, I looked at her and she looked away embarrassed and muttered, "I told you." About 2 minutes later however, as I was rubbing, the bus hit a pothole. Her brown thighs suddenly squeezed shut so tightly that I couldn't remove my hand. At the same time, she doubled over and gasped. Almost simultaneously, I felt a squirt of warm liquid on my hand. I quickly wrenched my hand free from the vice like grasp of her thighs. It wet with a combination of sweat, juices and well, you know. She looked away ashamed, as she rocked back and forth, a solitary tear rolling down her brown cheek. After that I didn't put my hand back in, leaving Shruthi to fend for herself. She alternated between holding herself between her thighs and, when the other urge struck, holding the edges of her seat and pulling herself down, increasing the pressure between her butt and the seat. Within 5 minutes however she was entirely unable to hold it. She whimpered to me in Kannada, "Idu baraliruva", (it's coming out). I could smell a soft smell of urine and I knew that an accident was imminent. Thinking quickly, I grabbed her by the arm, yanked her to her feet (this was met by a soft squeak), and pulled her to the front of the bus, where I told the teacher to stop the bus. The teacher responded by saying that the bus couln't be stopped in such an area as it was dangerous. I told her that it was an emergency and that Shruthi was ill. Disbelieving, the teacher told us both to go back to our seats. At this point however, Shruthi double over, clutching her stomach, as an indescribably unfeminine sound left her body. She whimpered,her voice interspersed with soft sobs and her voice just loud enough for the teacher to hear, "Avaru suḷḷu alla, Nānu anārōgya am, Ap Nānu anārōgya am.." (He's not lying, I have loose motions and I'm having an accident) : Note, this is just a rough translation, it does not actually sound nearly as crude or gross. The teachers eyes widened. She signaled the driver to halt the bus. As soon as the bus ground to a halt, I lept off the bus with Shruthi and began to sprint towards a tree by the side of the road. Gasping she moaned, "Nānu māḍalu sādhyavilla!! Kalmaśagaḷu Īgāgalē baruva" (I won't make it, it's already coming) Letting go of her hand, my eyes scoured the landscape for another spot but to no avail. I turned around to see Shruthi hobbling behind the bus. The moment that she was behind the bus, in a spot like this, on the road. She yanked down her Salwa Kameez bottoms and squatted, her ass, large,brown, and shapely, fully visible. Even as she was pulling down her pants I could see a trickle of liquid falling onto the pavement. The moment that her pants were fully down however, she was wetting with force. Other noises, terrible and disturbing, reached my ears as well, as her other need was satisfied. After about a minute, she asked me to pass her a napkin. Not having one, I had to go and ask the teacher. The teacher, after rummaging through her handbag for a minute, found a few scraps of paper which she handed to me. Walking behind the bus, I gave the paper scraps to Shruthi who quizzically looked back and forth between me and the small pile of paper scraps in her hand, squatting all the while, the fruits of her labor more than any I'd ever seen, still there right beneath her. Her stream must have been extremely strong as the small puddle of her urine looked more like a lake than a puddle. She asked me to turn around as she attempted to use what had been given to her. After about a minute, she slowly stood up, pulled up both her panties and her Salwa, and stiffly walked back onto the bus. Surprisingly, nobody knew anything of what had happened, most of the students seemed to think that she had been sitting in the front the entire time and, only afterwards, moved to the back. Others, her friend Priyanka in particular, were of the belief that Shruthi needed to piss very bad and stopped the bus for that. Not wanting them to know the full truth, Shruthi agreed with them and things went on as normal. Within another 15 minutes, the bus pulled in at another Dhaba, one outside of the wildlife enclosure. Shruthi walked towards the bathroom, cleaned up properly, and returned beaming, truly relieved. Note: Upon discussing the incident with Shruthi recently, she seems to attribute the entire incident, primarily her other urges and their severity, to the charas. She claims that that is why she has never touched the drug since. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading everyone. Any feedback or comments would be greatly appreciated. Once again, a call out to all Indian members, please recount your experiences, there's few enough of us on this site as it is.
  8. As the title says, I'm curious as to how everyone likes to travel. Personally, I love trains. I have since I was a kid, and I traveled cross country to see family once on VIA Rail. It was actually one of the best experiences of my life. So, how do you travel?
  9. I got to experience the joy of seeing three desperate women the other afternoon while waiting at the Casino Connection. For those who may not live in a very casino heavy town like mine, I'll explain. All the casinos in my area offer free shuttles that pick people up at designated stops called Casino Connections and take them to/from the local casino of their choice. So it's basically a bus stop, but there is an air conditioned building that you wait in with two bathrooms that cost .50 to use and a few vending machines. I work at the outlet center connected to a local casino, so sometimes when I'm not too close to home or don't have my car with me I'll use the free shuttle to get to/from work. This particular night, I had stayed over at a friends and was riding the shuttle to work. But the only way I could get to the Connection to wait for my shuttle was by getting there over an hour early and waiting. I had (not purposefully, but I'm sure as hell glad I did) chosen to sit in the seat closest to the women's restroom. About fifteen minutes after my wait began, a shuttle dropped off a group of people. One woman in particular hobbled off the bus seeming very alarmed and frantic. She was probably in her late twenties - early thirties. She had very shiny dark brown hair that reached to mid back and wore small black heels, a mid length yellow skirt, and a black top. She wasted no time hurrying inside and rushing straight to bathroom. She tried to pull on the door handle twice before realizing that it costed the .50 to unlock the door (I'm not sure she could fluently read/speak English). She was stepping from foot to foot very quickly but with small steps, but her face alone gave her desperate state away. She bent over as she began to search through her purse for the change, still rapidly moving her legs. She found it very quickly, and I was sure my fun little show was over now. She pressed her hands against her thighs (I'm assuming to keep herself from grabbing her crotch) and bounced up and down a few times before regaining her composure enough to put the coins in the slot. They went in with ease and she went to open the door - but it was stuck. She became visibly frustrated and frantic, crossing her legs as she jiggled and tugged and pulled on the handle before trying with much force to push the door open by slamming her shoulder against it. But nothing worked. She was obviously worried and began to bounce up and down again, much faster now as she scanned her surroundings. I'm not sure why she didn't try to use the male bathroom at this point. But her fight didn't last much longer as a very tall, muscular man came over and pounded on the door himself a few times and managed to force it open. She ran in without even thanking him, and that was the end of her story. But when she left, she slammed the door tightly after her again and I got to witness two more desperate females attempt to get it open. Neither of which succeeded. The second after she left was much closer to my age, probably between 18-21. She wore acid wash jeans, a pink tee shirt, and a pink beanie. She was also hispanic and with very long, thick black hair and beautiful dark eyes. I didn't see her get off the bus. I noticed her once she entered the connection and very quickly walked to the bathroom with her .50 already in hand. Her desperation tactic as she entered the change was to clench her thighs together and give the occasional wiggle. She went through the same motions as the first - jiggling and pulling the handle in every possible way, pushing and pulling, slamming herself against the door. She must have attempted to open the door for at least ten minutes, growing increasingly desperate with time. She would let out frustrated groans and the cutest desperate whimpers as she danced in place between struggling to open the door. But she ended up running out of the building at a very impressive speed, her hands instantly shoving between her legs as soon as she was outside. I didn't see her at all before my bus came, so I'm not sure where she ended up. The last was definitely the most boring of the endeavors. This woman was white, in a wife beater and shorts and had very matted red hair. Like the others, she left the bus and instantly beelined for the bathroom, dancing on the spot. She was cursing under her breath as she searched her pockets for change, wiggling in every direction. The door never opened for her either, but she only tried for a minute or two before just fishing out more change and walking into the mens restroom - which opened with ease.
  10. the first omo vid I ever saw was hosted on myspace video about 5 or 6 years ago, and it's the first one that woke up the little kink inside of me before I knew what it was. It was a blonde girl, I remember her name was brandi, and she was on a bus ride with classmates. She looked about 19, maybe 20 but the video quality was so bad it's hard to tell. It was pulled by the owner, but I actually spoke to her with my myspace account at the time and got to know her a little. I didn't hear from her again shortly after the video came down and I never saw it again. It was before I knew how to save them :( Does anyone have it? She was really desperate by the end and I think she leaked a little. The cam work was pretty good but 320x240 res or so, maybe 480p... I remember she was in jeans and I think a striped purple or blue sweater. Someone was saying her name in a mocking tone during one part of the video over and over because they knew she was desperate: "brandi brandi brandi has to pee" or something like that. Hope it's enough to go on... if anyone has it :)
  11. Ayukawa

    malefemale A Childhood Experience

    This is a story from many, many years ago. Why write about it? I think it holds the key to why I have this interest in the first place (among some bedwetting experiences and intentional bedwettings I made as a child). Sometimes fetishes are created from traumatic events and experiences in childhood. As this is from many years ago (2nd grade in particular), I can only recall things in vague fashion, so I will fill in the blanks with writing and assumptions. So it's a true story- but I might garnish it. This is actually the last time I had a real accident, and it's the only time I can remember I had an accident in front of people from school. I was in the last class of the day. I drank a lot more than usual, and I hadn't went to the bathroom at a decent hour. As a kid, I always, always had a fear of missing the bus. It was the scariest thing to me. But I had to pee quite a lot. The bell rang... it was time to leave. I thought about it for a second- should I go to the bathroom, or should I just ride the bus? I chose to head straight to the bus. My bus was further out from the school doors than most- and honestly, they left very shortly after the bell rang. I didn't want to risk it. I got on the bus. Luckily, I sat with someone today, a friend. I think his name was Garrett (first names don't exactly matter). We were talking about random stuff, it was a great distraction and very helpful. I lived far away from the school, and it was a two-bus trip. There was a transfer at the midway in the country. It's mostly country roads from the school to my house. Ahh, I'm getting ahead of myself. I kept talking to this buddy of mine, and I can't remember, but I remember I was having a lot of fun. I usually didn't talk to anyone, I usually just sat secluded in the seat, alone, listening to music on my (then) cassette player. My ever increasing need to pee was mostly ignored on my part. I could totally feel it, but it was of no concern. But as we kept talking- probably three fourths the way to the halfway (bus transfer), I suddenly starting peeing myself uncontrollably. He was shocked at first... then he started laughing at me. Bastard. Slowly but surely, like a virus, everyone on the bus eventually caught on to the fact I was wetting myself. It was so warm, it was such a lovely feeling. A few years prior, I sometimes wet my bed intentionally (I had a bedwetting problem as well), and I forgot the feeling, how amazing it was. Also... to be awake and lose control, it was a feeling almost orgasmic in nature. The relief, the warmth, the wetness... it was all to die for. But I couldn't really enjoy it with all the shame I felt. Shortly after this happened, finally when everyone knew what happened, and stopped laughing at me... it was time to transfer to the other bus. Yay, another bunch of people to make fun of me. I had my backpack hiding my crotch, but it was no use, I was discovered. Everyone started laughing at me again, just to cut the wound deeper. My sister was on the other bus and saw me. She was trying to comfort me. I'm sure I was utterly adorable, trying to hide my shame, haha. Eventually, like the other bus, the novelty of someone wetting themselves wore off and everyone chilled the hell out and started being more kind and considerate rather than laughing their asses off at my own psychological demise.
  12. JadeOPotato

    Bursting on the bus

    One time I left school and got on the bus and I realized that I was so desperate to wee so my bus ride is 20 minutes and I was bursting by time we left school. Now there's a bumpy road on the way to my house five minutes in and when we went over I spurted in my jeans I crossed my legs tightly my panties wet and then I let out a two second long spurt and stopped myself unwillingly I also had to poo and some came out squishing on my arse I let out a five second long spurt and my panties were soaked with wee and as soon as I got to the bathroom. I saw the toilet and pissed my nickers I was so embarrassed.
  13. A story of fiction. Ruth and her daughter Annie were travelling to town on the public bus. The bus journey would usually take about 20 minutes but this day a major traffic delay made it twice as long. Ruth and Annie liked travelling at the back of the bus,and they made their way through the busy bus to the back seat. Ruth (the mother) was wearing a blue top and a floral dress ,under which she wore some red panties. Ruth had drunk almost double the amount of coffee as she usually would as she would be out all day. After a few minutes on the bus Ruth was squirming and she knew she should have not had that second cup. Her daughter sat next to her and was chatting to her mum. The traffic problems in town made Ruth's bladder groan under the strain. Suddenly the bus went over a pot hole and a squirt of piss was released into Ruth's panties. Trying to hide her prdicament of her overfilled bladder Ruth carried on talking to her daughter as normal. The traffic was now at a standstill and the bus had not moved for a few minutes. The pressure was a little too much for Ruth and she had to release some more piss into her panties to ease the pressure. Ruth fell silent as her daughter Annie recieved a phone call on her cellphone. The bus had not moved since the last release of piss. Ruth certainly tried really hard not to wet herself,especailly in front of her daughter. The intense pain made Ruth sweat a little,but this was un-noticable. Then just as Ruth could not take it any longer,the bus jolted and moved. That was it she just flooded her panties as the bus pulled away. At first a trickle and then a flood. The pressure was released and soon started to spread around her and around the seat and onto the floor. Her daughter still chatting on her cellphone was unaware of her mum pissing right next to her. The piss puddle under her was spreading into where her daughter was sitting. Ruth started to shift a little in her seat as she did no want to draw attention to her daughter-but it was too late. The bus turned a corner and her piss puddle was heading towards Annie where she was sitting. Ruth had noticed the puddle was just lapping around her daughters skirt making it a little wet on her side. Annie still on her phone did not even notice the wetness and indeed where it had spilt on the floor and now heading as a stream of piss down the bus. Ruth now was soaked completely, her panties soaked and her floral dress, although drenched in her piss was not noticable with the wetness. Her eyes still transfixed on her daughter made a naughty thought in her. She had pissed herself in front of her daughter and now unaware that her daughter was sat in her mothers piss puddle. How could she not notice thought Ruth as her naughty thought continued. The bus journey was coming to an end and by now the puddle had all drained away over the floor of the bus. Both Annie and Ruth left the seat and Annie was unaware the side of her skirt was wet with her mum's piss.
  14. hangman

    FC2 Car Wetting

    Hi i'have a request about videos on FC2. there are any car seat wetting related?? i've found only one! thanks a lot
  15. Livesy5950

    First accident on a bus.

    Today I experienced my first ever public wetting. I'm still not sure how I feel about it! I had been to an induction for a new job first thing in the morning, so I was wearing a pair of translucent tights, a tight black skirt (I'm not ashamed to say I use my curves to further my career) and a pair of small heels. During the induction, I happily accepted water and coffee in the August warmth. By the time I left, I did feel like I could've done with using the toilet, but felt a little bit shy/ awkward and decided to wait. I'm new to the area and a friend had asked to meet for lunch in an unfamiliar place, and so it took me well over an hour on the underground and buses to arrive at the pub. Unfortunately, there aren't toilets anywhere on the underground (what are people supposed to do?!) so I was pretty desperate by the time I arrived. When I arrived, there was already a bottle of Pinot Grigio on the table and I was so excited to see the girls after well over a year! Because of this, my bladder took a back seat and I forgot about my desperation. We sat and enjoyed dinner whilst I subconsciously tapped my foot on the floor. Sipping, chatting, laughing. The toilet was not a priority. Once we had finished wine and dinner I stood up. My bladder screamed out at me and I had a pain in my tummy I only remember experiencing once before (at a very, very close call). I knew I needed to use the toilet soon but the girls were hugging each other goodbye and asked if I'd like to walk with them back to their work to continue the conversation. I took a risk and accepted the invitation, with my intention to use the toilet at the nearest train station. As I was walking I was having to put one foot directly in front of the other, as to be able to squeeze myself a little bit as I waddled. It only took about 10 minutes to get back to work but my heart was racing as I started to realise there was a genuine risk of me wetting myself. I hurriedly kissed the girls goodbye, giving myself a gentle squeeze as we hugged so that nobody would notice, and set off on my way. Unfortunately, as I wandered off, one of the girls shouted me as she hailed a bus down and told me it would take me straight home. I wasn't in a position to refuse as I had no idea how to get home otherwise. I sat and rocked in my seat as the bus vibrated my bladder, twisting and wincing with every turn. After about 5 minutes, I decided to check my Maps app to see how much longer the bus would take, and to my horror I found out it would be another 25 minutes. I desperately rang the bell so that I could get off and find the nearest toilet. As I did this, I grabbed at my crotch, but was unable to squeeze myself as my skirt was so tight. The bus screeched to a halt and I realised we were stuck in traffic waiting to cross a bridge. As my panic set in, I felt myself lose control for a second and I dribbled into my knickers for the first time since I was 10. This was the moment I realised there was no way I would be able to make it home without wetting myself. I held myself by putting my hand underneath my bum, although it didn't help much. There was a man next to me that knew exactly what was happening but as I was slowly starting to leak in my skirt I was past caring. As the bus finally started to slow, I stood up to prepare myself to exit. I desperately tried to crouch and cross my legs, and as I did the bus stopped with shudder and I was forced to stamp my foot forward to steady myself. This is when I started to wet myself uncontrollably. First a big squirt came out. Then I tried to grasp at myself through my skirt, pulling it up and bending at the knees. I could feel the warm liquid slowly seep into my tights and started tearing up when I saw pale lines appear in the fabric. It was still dripping out slowly when I jumped off the bus, but the step down was too much. The rest poured out down my legs, leaving a puddle and dark stain on the pavement below me, and temporarily stopping the people waiting to jump on the bus I had just weed on. I could feel it creeping up my bum and in the back of my tights. I went for a walk around the park after this, so to dry off in the warm breeze a bit before I got home and had to face my boyfriend. My knickers and tights were completely soaked and my boyfriend knew there was something up when I jumped in the shower as soon as I got back. I came clean about what had happened, and I'll never forget it.
  16. I had to share this story that happened this morning. I live in north Phoenix, but the only job I could get after I graduated was at a lab in Tempe next to the ASU campus. Luckily there is a free shuttle I can ride to and from work, which connects ASU's Tempe campus with ASU's West campus (lowering my commute from 40 miles each way to 5 miles / saves big on my gas bill). So on weekdays I find myself taking this shuttle, which leaves every half hour. I normally catch the 8:30 shuttle every morning. This morning, however, I was walking up to the shuttle stop and saw a shuttle approaching. It was 8:25, and the shuttles were never that early to the second stop at the west campus, because they couldn't leave the first stop near the dorms until exactly every half hour. I figured it must have been the 8am shuttle and ran to catch it. The shuttle driver was a cute 30-year-old girl with glasses and curly blonde hair. She seemed irritated as I and other students approached, and told us as soon as the students riding it got off: "I can take you if you are going to Tempe. If you are going to the downtown campus you will need to wait ten minutes for the next shuttle, since I will be skipping that stop." That worked for me, as well as 2 of the other 3 students. We took out seats, and I ended up somewhere near the middle of the shuttle. I was about to put my earphones in, but overheard the driver talking to a guy in the front row. She was talking about how bad the traffic was, and how two roads she wanted to take were closed. She mentioned how upset she was at only having 30 minutes to race between campuses. Right before I put my earphones in I heard her say, "...And I have to pee really bad. My lunch break isn't until 9:30 and I just keep telling myself that I have to make it." That got my attention, but I couldn't just head up to the front row of the shuttle, as it was full. She stopped talking, so after a while I put my earphones in and started listening to some DJ Melodie to take my mind off what the cute driver said. I didn't need someone looking over at me and seeing a huge boner, obviously. Traffic was bad, and we didn't pull into the Tempe campus until about 9:10, even skipping the downtown campus only helped the shuttle by 15 minutes, and we were still 10 minutes behind. I heard the driver sound really excited for making up that much time. As she pulled up to the curb, she said, "...And now I get to pee." There is a bathroom at the back of the shuttle. As soon as she stopped the shuttle and opened the doors, all the students started standing up and exiting the shuttle. Since it was packed, there were a lot of students who needed to grab their things and exit, and even being in the middle took me almost a minute to get off. About as soon as the first students started exiting the shuttle, the driver jumped to her feet. But she made no attempt to exit and use the closest bathroom (about 300 feet, or 100 meters away). She probably wanted to save some time by just using the bathroom at the back of the shuttle, but she would have to wait for all the people getting off, first. As I approached the front, I saw her fidgeting, and she started doing a pee dance with her left leg as she kept her right leg perfectly still. She was shaking her left leg against her right leg nervously, like she couldn't control it. She must have caught me staring as I was exiting (probably with my jaw hanging open), because she stopped for a few seconds and smiled at me. I told her, "Have a good one." Her smile widened as she said "I will." I was in no hurry to get to work, so after getting off the shuttle I watched her start pee dancing away again, waiting for the last 20 people to exit. Then before any students started getting on the shuttle, she raced to the bathroom at the back. She looked super-desperate. :) I wonder if she didn't skip the downtown stop, then would she have been a full half hour behind schedule and have to miss her lunch and hold it for the rest of her shift...
  17. Charlie Kirby

    female Wetting on a School Coach

    Every year my high school elect new 'Prefects'. They chose students from the top year who are well mannered and get on well with work, and award them with passes to the canteen queue, roles on the junior governor board and similar perks. In my final year of high school, I was awarded a prefect role. My parents were very pleased, and I was really quite excited. But amongst all the perks, there was one I was really looking forward to. The prefects could chose a residential trip at the beginning of the year. Last year, they'd done a ski trip to Europe, but my year decided to go on an water sports adventure holiday. For me, it meant five days and nights away from home, sleeping in my own dorm room. I was free to experiment with and explore my own body. This really was going to be an adventure holiday, and as for the water part, well, lets just say I'd packed a lot of old clothes I never planned to bring back with me. The school hired and luxury coach. We would be spending just under 20 hours on the road. I had a good book to read, and my iPod was well stocked with tracks. It was early in the morning when we set off. It was a big coach, but there weren't more than 15 of us 'Prefects'. The staff, three of them, sat up the front, followed by a scattering of us pupils stretching out over the seats. I was right at the back of the coach, not on the back most seat, but behind every one else. So we set off, and I begun reading. Three ours in, we stopped off for breakfast and a service lot. It was a typical fast food breakfast, the only freshness coming from a large bottle of orange juice. There was a long queue at the restroom, so I decided to give it a miss and head back to my seat on the coach. We set off again and continued our journey. Another four hours past, and again we stopped for lunch. The services were once again very busy, and the queue outside the restroom was long. But I had a little urge, and decided it was best to empty my bladder. So I joined the line and waited. A good five minutes later a cleaner came along and told us she had to close the room for cleaning. I wasn't too disappointed, it meant that I had to head back to the coach with a small urge to pee, but I wasn't anywhere near desperate. So we headed on our way. I remained seated behind everyone else, and it wasn't until now that I begun to realise the benefits of this. I'd had enough of reading the book, and now was just staring out the window, my mind drifted between thoughts. It wasn't long until the little urge below became the centre of my thoughts. The urge itself didn't grow, but my want to do something about it did. I continued inoccently looking out the window dreaming about previous wettings, and fantasising about ones to come. An hour or so passed, and I was feeling really naughty. 60 minutes of fantasy had made me feel really quite horny. I wanted to empty my bladder, but how could I in a coach with 15 others? I cautiously looked around. Everyone seemed to either be asleep or listening to their headphones. I bit my lip, realising the possibility. Quietly, I stood up, taking my hand bag from the overhead shelf. As I did, I glanced round behind me, confirming that there was no-one there. Calmly, I placed my handbag on the set next to me, blocking the view just incase someone did look round. Then very quietly, I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees. I looked up. Everyone was still motionless, staring in amply out of windows and slumped over in steep. My heat was beating fast, and my groin throbbing hard. I looked down again, and began slowly pushing my cotton panties down toward my knees. They were sticky, and for a moment as a pushed them the centre clung to my labia majora. I pealed them away and sat up straight, spreading my legs a little. The small, round cheeks of my bottom rested in the seat, my naked groin pressed into the upholstery. As the coach moved along the road, it hit small bumps which vibrated me, sending shivers through me. This was by far the naughtiest feeling I'd ever felt. But it was just too good. My hands were shacking like mad as I held my jeans at my knees. Without further ado, I begun to relax. And so, it began. A trickle of pale yellow pee ran into the seat. I felt the warmth beneath me. A damp patch appeared, growing slowly under my bottom. I was doing it! I was peeing, right there with other people around me! My whole body felt alive with a naughty, naught buzz. The dampness was warm, and the vibrations continued to rub it against me. I was smiling so much I had to cover my mouth. Even when the flow ended, I continued to sit with myself exposed, enjoying the feeling. After a few minutes, I decided I had to move. I stood up slowly, pulling my jeans and panties up in one go. My panties were already damp from all that fantasy, and as the cold dampness hit my warm wet groin, I felt another shiver. I grabbed my bag and moved swiftly to the seat behind. As I did, I looked down at the dark damp patch which glistened in the light. For the first time, I'd had a wetting in the company of others. And they didn't even know it.
  18. Just put up a brand new story on my classroom pantie pee blog. http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/ashley-pees-her-panties-on-the-bus.html This is one for jeans folks and is based on one of the responses from my first sightings poll. I feel its my best one yet so enjoy!
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    female Long Ride

    Sorry for my english all that i'm about to tell was true and happened on september 2001. we're on holiday in turkey, all the newspaper and local tv show the attack on world trade center NYC, but we have to move from istanbul to ankara about 900 kilometers by bus, the guide warn us to use the restroom before boardiong the bus because we don't make any stop on the track. now it's time to go we all goes into the bus, and we started our trip, but less than half an hour later a middle aged lady asked something to the guide, i could only hear her response, you're all warned mrs ... we can't stop here, the lady come back to her seat, and i don't believe to my ears she need to go and there are still 10 hours of travel until we arrive, she could'n resist so much, i was so exited that i started to watch her she was not much tall and fat, but she's seem normal not in desperate condition, but the journey is still long, after 3 hours she begin to show her urge she come back to the guide that gave her the same response, i follow her body movement from my seat, she walks slowly and the panic in her face says it all, she returned to her seat, another hour later she was frantic, she's squirming and fidgetting, she's crying, that scene i will never forget she got up from her seat and slowly walk into the ladder then watch a woman and told her sorry a cant wait no more she raise up her skirt and pull down her panties and in front of all she pee into the ladder an enormous stream i can't believe she can hold so much pee in her bladder, once she finished, red in face she pull up her panties and come back to her seat