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  1. Have you ever wanted to know how badly others have to pee? Tim has. Chapter 1. The bus pulled up outside the college, and Tim got on. It wasn’t an actual school bus, but a public one, and he made his way towards a seat at the back. The school was the first stop from the depot, and therefore empty, and he had no trouble getting a rear seat, but one that had a good forward view. The ride home was almost an hour long, so a good seat was important. He could of always driven his car of course, but with his student concession the bus was much, much cheaper, not to mention the fact that the ride home gave him ample time to indulge in his favourite game, watching for pee desperation. Tim considered himself a professional voyeur, a true connoisseur of all things desperation related, and was proud of being able to spot a potty dance in a crowded room from afar. He had a mild need to go himself, a need which would be much stronger by the time he got home, especially if he managed to drink the rest of his water bottle as planned, which would lead to some fun private time once he was alone. He really enjoyed the feeling of holding onto his own pee, while keeping an Eagle eye out for random strangers that might also be feeling the need for relief. They weren’t all random strangers though. There was a particular person of interest that he saw on the same bus virtually everyday, a true Goddess, one that he had many fantasies about, who he was sure was quite desperate on a daily basis. But her stop wasn’t for a few miles yet, so he had lots of time to sip his water, and survey the passengers who were slowly filling the bus in front of him. He put his earphones in, but turned the volume on his phone down low, so he could only just hear the music. The earphones were more to discourage any attempts at mundane conversation that any of the other students might attempt to start. His attention drifted around the passengers. A girl with black hair was sitting with her legs tightly crossed. He watched her briefly, but decided she didn’t need to pee, but was trying to avoid contact with the fat man she sat beside. At the next stop, more passengers got on, this time not college students. A young woman in her late twenties looked like a possibility, but he couldn’t be sure. A young boy with her made a quick squeeze at the crotch of his shorts, but it was only a quick one, and he wasn’t squirming. The middle aged man in the suit looked a bit fidgety, and swapped his briefcase from side to side, but Tim thought he was probably just getting tired of holding it. As the trip progressed, the passenger rotation continued. At first, for every one who got off, two new ones took their place. Soon, the seats we’re almost full, and more people were standing. This was another benefit of sitting towards the back, he’d be less likely to have to give up his seat for an older person. He continued to drink from his bottle, enjoying how the motion of the bus was accelerating his own need to pee. It certainly wasn’t at all urgent yet, but it was starting to become noticeable. He hoped that he would be reasonably desperate by the time he arrived home. The jeans he was wearing would be a fantastic thing to pee in. He knew this from past experience. Tim loved wetting his pants, and he loved wearing diapers as well, but he didn’t get a lot of opportunity to do so. Because he lived with his parents and older sister, the alone time required to comfortably wet oneself, then discretely do the laundry, or safely dispose of a wet diaper, was limited. But, today was Friday. His parents were away for the weekend, and his sister was going out tonight, staying at a friends place and going clubbing, so 18 year old Tim would have the house to himself! He planned to start off with soaking the jeans he was wearing, then settling in for some hard core gaming, drinking beer and wearing a big adult diaper. No doubt he’d do an online search for pee desperation as well. Maybe wet his nappy as he watched girls go in their pants. It certainly didn’t get much better than that! So far, this bus trip was proving fruitless. The dark haired girl disembarked, and the man with the briefcase took the seat. The little boy seemed restless, but was probably just bored. Another older lady, standing towards the front, shifted her weight from one leg to the other, but that wasn’t much of a tell. For the thousandth time, he really wished he could read peoples minds! Oh to have the power to see inside a persons head, and to see if they were truly desperate or not, to know if they were going to wet their pants! He was shaken from his daydream as he recognised the bus stop that they were pulling up at. This was HER stop, and yes! She was here. Sinead. He knew her name from reading it on the tag of her laptop bag, and hearing her friends talk to her. Sinead was Irish. Pale skin, long auburn hair, and a few freckles on her pert little nose. She was tall-ish, maybe 5’10, with a generous set of breasts, and an ass that men would happily fight over. She was always happy it seemed. Always smiling. Always laughing at something, and she had the cutest accent in the whole world. But as usual, Tim thought that she needed to pee. He knew it was a possibility that she was like him, and enjoyed holding on. Or perhaps she didn’t like using the bathroom at her school. Maybe she didn’t have time to go before the bus arrived. It could be a number of reasons, but whatever it was, it was a regular occurrence, he was sure. Today, Sinead was wearing skin tight pink jeans. Her glorious backside highlighted in tight pink denim, with no visible panty line showing at all. Tim decided she was probably wearing a thong, and it was pulled right against her quivering sex, and he felt himself begin to stir within his pants. He watched her closely. As usual, she kept bouncing around, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together, but talking and laughing with her friends at the same time. She was probably around 20, the same age as his sister, and he had often wondered if they perhaps knew each other. As he observed, she crossed one foot over the other, and reached around behind herself, to gently tug at her jeans under her magnificent backside. At one point she laughed, and even hunched slightly forwards as she did so. She was like this every. single. time Tim saw her, and he just knew that she was riding the bus with a full bladder every day. His mind swum with possibilities, like it always did when he saw her. What if there was a breakdown? An accident? Terrorist attack? What if she simply misjudged her need one day? What if she lost control and wet herself? The thought of her bright pink jeans, getting darker and wetter as she squirmed uncontrollably was the hottest thing in the world! Tim’s dick went rock hard, and he felt a little wet spot of pre-cum on his boxer briefs. He hunched forward, pretending to be scrolling through his playlist, just to hide the tent in his trousers, but his eyes never left her butt. Oh how magnificent it would be to see her wet her pants! The ride continued, and for awhile Tim’s view of Sinead was blocked by other passengers. After awhile, his erection subsided, and he could sit back again, and drink more water. The sticky spot on his underwear felt nice, like a little pee spot, and he wished that he could give it a good, hard rub. All too soon and it was his dream girls time to get off the bus, not all that far from his stop actually. As usual, he had a vague thought about perhaps getting off here and following her, but he knew that was getting a bit creepy. Besides, it wouldn’t accomplish anything. She was older, prettier, and much more popular than he would ever be, and there was no chance at all that she would ever talk to him. He gloomily watched on as she alighted from the bus, and walked away up the street with her friends. But as the bus pulled away, he did a quick double take! Was that a small wet spot on her bottom?? Or a shadow? No. No. No. How could this possibly happen? Had she leaked, or was it a trick of the light? He felt like he had to know! Tim briefly considered getting off at the next stop and walking back, but he had no idea where she might be. Even if he found her, he couldn’t exactly just follow her and stare at her butt. Besides, his own need to pee was getting progressively stronger. He let the person sitting beside him out, then slumped dejectedly back into his seat. Had Sinead just leaked? He’d never know. He sighed softly. “If only I could read people’s minds...” he thought ruefully to himself.