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Hope I am not over posting! Every bit of this is a true event. During my first year at university I paid to live in the halls of residence. It was a cheaply built prefabricated two story building with small individual rooms which contained a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a set of drawers, a shelf, bedside cabinet and a sink. Each floor had a corridor with twelve bedrooms which were all for the same sex students and at the end of each corridor was a set of toilets (four cubicles) and a set of four showers. Downstairs there was a communal area for sitting with a TV and along at the other side of the building was a large dining room. I was on the first floor and two thirds of the way along the corridor. I was 18 and very shy. I wasn’t terribly social and didn’t drink at that time for medical reasons. The most important thing was I hated anyone knowing I was going to the toilet. I found it so embarrassing and felt everyone would be looking at me. I was also terrified of anyone hearing me pee so struggled to go if anyone else was in another cubicle. I studied hard and having a sink meant I could make myself endless cups of tea with my kettle. I also drank water to help me concentrate. I would regularly find myself studying or writing up an assignment on my laptop sitting at my desk and need to visit the bathroom. The problem was if anyone was chatting in the corridor or people were mingling about, as was common, I was far too embarrassed to leave my room and have others see that I was going to the toilet. So I would just hold on until I could not hear anyone and then slip out as quick as I could. Usually by the time I managed this I was very desperate to go. I particularly remember one night when it must have been close to the end of term. We had some exams coming up but most of our assignments had already been handed in and the other students were starting to ‘wind down’. This meant they were in and out of each other’s bedrooms, chatting in corridors and generally being very social. This meant I really struggled to go to the toilet. I recall sitting at my desk after dinner and drinking water and tea and nibbling on some crisps while I tried to study for my exams. It wasn’t long at all before I began needing the toilet but there was a lot of chatting outside so I ignored my desire and crossed my legs. I kept studying not thinking much about it as holding on was normal for me anyway but it wasn’t long before I was reminded of my need to go, coupled with the fact I had been drinking more because the crisps were salty. I bounced my knee up and down and whispered to myself that I needed a wee. I talk to myself about my need a lot when bursting. Time went on and still I could hear chatting. I was finding it rather distracting so put some earphones in and tried to study. My bladder continued to remind me of my desire for release and by now I was intermittently crossing my legs tight and bouncing my knee or alternatively scissoring my legs in and out trying to hold my bursting bladder in. In the privacy of my own room I eventually found myself holding myself with one hand while I typed notes with the other and sitting right on the edge of my seat. I removed the headphones in the hope the place was quiet as I so had to pee and had been holding at least an hour whilst still drinking. My bladder was aching now too. I could not hear anyone so headed towards the door whispering to myself how bursting I was and pleading everyone to be away so I could run to the loos. It seemed quiet as I pee danced at my door so I slowly pulled the handle down and peeked out. As I glanced down the corridor with my hand between my legs but hidden by my door I was horrified to see two students had wedged their doors open and they were studying and chatting to each other freely. I would have to pass them both to get to the bathroom and that would mean they would know I had to pee. I was so embarrassed I closed my door and silently swore. Why could I not just walk to the toilets? I knew everyone peed but somehow the thought they would know where I was going coupled by the gross idea they might hear me pee terrified me and crippled me into staying in my room absolutely dying for a pee. I stood there and pee danced for a few minutes until my need died down to a manageable level. I often find my need comes in waves. I wasn’t really able to study now so I shut down my laptop and went over to look out my window. It faces the main entrance of the university and I stood there with my legs crossed and my hands drumming against my thighs as I tried to work out what to do. Other than the mug and my kettle I had nothing else I could see in my room that I could pee into as I could not work out how to aim into the sink as I wasn’t tall enough. I stood there wishing I was a man and able to aim into that sink. Oh did I need to urinate so bad. I tried sitting on the seat and rocking with one hand pushing against my vagina as it throbbed so bad for release whist my other hand pressed firmly on my table as my whole body tensed to try and keep my bladder from bursting. That worked for a very short time but I really HAD to go. Tears were forming in my eyes and my forehead was sweating. I was wearing leggings and a top so there was no buttons I could release to help my bladder expand and even my leggings felt tight at my waist now. I moved onto the bed where I writhed in utter longing to pee. I rolled about with a hand between my legs and stroked myself. Whilst I found the whole feeling a huge turn on I was concerned I would wet everywhere any minute. I tried kneeling with my foot under me and bouncing but that only helped for a minute too. I pulled my pillow over and sat on that pulling it between my legs as tight as I could as I rocked back and forth rhythmically. That helped a bit more but only because it was really turning me on a lot and I could feel my knickers getting damp. I panicked a little at this so slipped my hand inside my leggings and knickers to check if I had leaked but what I discovered was actually tons and tons of long stringy clear mucus that was causing my vagina to open, swell and gyrate. I pulled my hand out with my fingers soaked with my own juices as I continued to gyrate against the pillow with a orgasmic combination of being so horny mixed with an absolutely urgent desperate need to piss a never ending waterfall. I was whispering, almost panting, ‘gotta pee so bad, gotta orgasm so bad’ over and over as my whole body sweat and shook. I HAD to climax now so I quickly returned my hand inside my underwear and inserted two fingers easily inside myself as I pushed against my hand and fingers up and down as my head tipped back and rested against the wall behind me. It took very little time before I shook as I climaxed beautifully in the privacy of my bedroom as I held urgently onto my full bladder. It took a minute or two to recover and now my mouth felt so dry, I was sweating and my hand was literally covered with running mucus from my pussy. I got up, finished my glass of water from earlier and ran the tap to wash my hands. It was only then I realised I still needed the loo very very badly. Very badly indeed actually. I dried my hands, took a deep breath and walked down the corridor as quick as I could right past the two open doors and finally made it to the bathroom just in time for a huge torrent of pee to rush out of me. I only just managed to get my leggings down though so my knickers were totally drenched. Totally drenched indeed. I took them off including my leggings and wrung them over the toilet as I was still sitting on it, now naked from the waist down, then put some toilet paper on the crotch of my leggings to stop the wet pants showing through before putting my soaked knickers and toilet paper stuffed leggings back on. After washing and drying my hands I casually walked back to my room where I changed into fresh knickers and my pyjamas ready for bed. That was a very very close call that had a very unexpected twist.

Japanese Sales call woman calls to an apartment and is already desperate to pee when she arrives there,as she talks to the occupier her desperation grows more and more as her legs and knees begin to buckle under the strain as she tries to hold it in. Unfortunately for her as well is that the bathroom toilet is out of order and cannot be used as the plumber is in there trying to fix the problem. She ends up wetting herself and having to clean up the pools of piss she as deposited on the floor. Poor woman. Japanese Sales Call Desperation.wmv

Church Christmas show I went to a fairly large and popular church when I was in my late teens/early twenties. I was just your average girl, petite, bobbed dark brown hair and hazel eyes and an average figure. The church was held in an old stately castle which had very few toilets. This particular year there was a Christmas show and meal put on. It was a ticketed event to raise money for charity and it was sold out. The evening was starting about 5:30 with a full three course dinner but anyone taking part in the event had to be there from 3 so that everything was organised. I was part of the event so had been there a few hours before people began arriving. I had been assigned a job of taking people to their seats which were all pre reserved. I had been so busy since arriving at 3 that I hadn’t had a moment to use a bathroom and I was drinking shloer (non alcoholic grape juice) and water to keep myself dehydrated as the building was warm with an open fire and a fantastic Christmas ambience due to the warm glow, party atmosphere and Christmas carols playing. I was also nervous as I was going to be speaking some lines in front of over 200 people. As I was busy showing people to their seats I was aware that my bladder was filling up but foolishly put the feeling down to nerves. Anyway there was a constant stream of people arriving and I was way too busy to get a chance to go to the loo anyway. After about half an hour everyone was seated and the event began with a ‘cheers’ and a drink. With 200 people in the room it was noisy but so warm so I raised my glass like everyone else and then drank most of the contents fairly quickly. I wasn’t serving the first course but was on schedule to serve the mains. So my table was served our soup which I ate and loved. By now I was much more aware of my need to use the bathroom and decided I would nip there quickly before serving out the main course. I finished my soup, excused myself to my table saying I was going to help serve the main meal and headed for the one single toilet nearby. I had already been bursting for an hour and really had to go. I opened the first door to find quite a queue as clearly many people had come straight from work or been so busy setting up they hadn’t had a chance to go. I crossed my legs and decided I would serve some meals and keep checking, hoping the queue would die down very soon. The meals were sitting on serving trays nearby and I took some through to the hall. I must have taken in about twelve or so meals when I felt the tingling in my vagina again and knew I really ought to pee! I pushed the door open quickly but alas there was still a queue and so many people waiting for their main course! I gave myself a quick rub and returned to the meals. I served another ten meals (two at a time) before checking again. I really could do with a loo break! Others were serving the meals too and one of the leaders saw me heading to the toilets for the third time and said casually ‘let’s try and get these meals out first can we? There’s so many here and we need them out while warm. It shouldn’t take long.’ Long? I was bursting and we were only half way through serving! But I was shy and hated getting into trouble so I did as requested and just kept shifting about crossing my legs, moving constantly and trying to get it done quickly so I could run to the ladies. We were finally down to the last ten meals, most of which belonged to those who were serving. My bladder was so full I could feel the weight of it with every step. The tingling sensation in my vagina was much more constant now. It was uncomfortable but quite arousing too. I could feel myself becoming turned on as my desperation increased and my glands were secreting moisture. Being damp and open down there was also making my need to urinate stronger so I pushed open the door to the single stall again and visualised myself having a long and relaxing pee. It’s not ideal to visualise a toilet when very desperate because my urethra was close to opening when I suddenly saw a queue of five people standing waiting still! How could so many people possibly be going to the toilet during a meal! Arghhhhh I was too embarrassed by now and as I came out one of the male leaders saw me and wrongly assumed I had got to use the toilet finally so handed me my dinner and said to go and enjoy it. Now I do love a good roast dinner but now I was left with the prospect of eating it bursting for the loo. I returned to my table and sat down immediately crossing my legs tight. I decided the best thing I could do now to save my embarrassment was to eat my meal and then sneak out as soon as socially appropriate and use that toilet I had been dying to use for an hour and a half now! It’s embarrassing to write this but I recall sitting at that table so red faced trying desperately to hide the fact I urgently needed to piss and that holding was driving me crazy with sexual desire! I was noticeably squirming now and struggling to sit still. I would cross my legs one way, shift on my seat, cross them the other way, bounce my knee, sit on my foot, and finally settled for a few minutes by turning my chair slightly and perching right on the corner rocking side to side. The rubbing of the chair was sending shivers through me and driving me wild with erotic thoughts. I had to stop because I was becoming way too turned on in public. All the time I was trying to hide my urgency from everyone under the table whilst trying to eat my meal. More juice was poured out and despite furiously needing a wee wee I sipped at the fluids to wash down my meal. The plates were cleared ready for pudding and I slipped out. I had to get to the loo now. Even if there was a queue I realised I would need to stay and wait as there was no way I could take part in the show with a bladder this full and besides I could not stand or sit still for a second. As soon as I was out of the main hall I grabbed myself. My urethra was pounding so hard. The blood had rushed to my private areas and my lips were swollen with arousal. It was so embarrassing but I knew if I rubbed myself much at all I would orgasm and I could not do that in public. I longed to so badly though not just because my entire body longed to climax but also because I knew it would help me hold back the sheer urgency I had to pee. I ran to the bathroom with one hand wedged between my legs and pushed the door open with my bottom. Oh please be free toilet! Please. I need to release so bad! But alas for the fourth time there was a queue! This time four people, two woman, one in her late forties in a sparkly short sleeved silver top and smart black trousers, the other female in her mid twenties in patterned jeans and a Christmas t-shirt. The two men were a boy in his early twenties, a young professional brought up in a rich home wearing a suit and tie and the other a man in his mid thirties, recently married and dressed in smart trousers and a dress shirt. Knowing they all had to pee, possibly pretty badly, aroused me even more but I also felt the social pressure to not hold myself openly even in a bathroom queue. At first we all remained quiet, every one of us concentrating on holding our own toilet needs in and no-one giving eye contact. First in the queue was the older woman in the sparkly top. She stood at the door crossed legged in silence looking at the floor. Next was the rich boy who was casually leaning against the wall showing no outward signs of needing to piss at all. The older man was, in contrast, more obviously needing and had his hands in his pocket as he bounced on his feet standing, slightly bending his knees as he did so. The girl in the Christmas t-shirt, who I was friends with called Lorraine, was pee dancing a little too, whereas I was losing all modesty by this point and despite my embarrassment I returned my hand to between my legs. I had to. It was either hold myself or wee myself. I was frantic. Four people to pee before me. Oh God, I wasn’t sure if I could seriously hold it that long. The door opened and as an older woman in his late fifties came out the lady in the sparkly top uncrossed her legs and ran in. Three to go. Oh man. I could not stop moving, even for a second. I was jigging about, squirming, holding myself and moaning. I had been bursting for so so long and I was now at a 9/10. I was close to full on wetting! Oh hurry up people. I had a show to take part in and no spare clothes. I was holding myself for dear life! Lorraine was the first to speak just saying how crazy it was to have the show in the castle with just one loo for so many. I said there was probably other toilets on the other floors but I wasn’t sure where. Maybe she suddenly remembered knowing where other ones where or she was just taking a chance but she ran out saying cheers and at that there was just me and the two gents left. Oh I longed to skip the queue and wee. I was utterly desperate to use the toilet. But now there were only men waiting with me I felt I should remove my hand from between my leg. That thought terrified me as the upwards thrust from the pressure of my hand was the only thing keeping my throbbing urethra shut. I shyly apologised unable to so much as look at either man in front of me so I just muttered to myself. ‘So sorry. I’m just so desperate, been holding for hours. So sorry.’ The younger man in the suit was still leaning against the wall staring at the other wall not in the slightest paying attention to my frantic pee dancing and muttered embarrassing apologies. The older man in the smart trousers and shirt who had his hands in his pocket and was still bouncing was more talkative. Watching him was the only thing preventing me from wetting myself as his moves, the thought of his dick throbbing in desperation and his sexy pee bouncing was turning me on beyond belief. He looked at me sympathetically, his gorgeous brown eyes sending shivers right through my entire body. ‘I know how you feel. It’s cool. I have to piss so badly too. I was trying to wait for after dinner but I couldn’t. I was bouncing my knee through my starter and squirming so much during the main course my wife whispered to me to go use the bathroom before it was too late. I wasn’t expecting a queue though.’ Hearing a man talk openly about his need was almost sending me over the edge. My nipples were rock hard, my urethra pounding and my glands secreting so many secretions I could feel my knickers filling with my own juices. I actually longed to use my fingers to touch myself inside my underwear both to keep the flood gates from opening and to bring myself to a needed climax. Thankfully the toilet flushed and we could hear the lady washing her hands and opening the bin to put a hand towel in. As she opened the door the young man in a suit stood up from leaning on the wall and went in. I silently begged him to hurry. I couldn’t wait much longer. There were just two of us waiting now. I think after dinner speeches and clear up was starting and I knew I had to get back soon. But I knew more than anything else in the world I HAD to use a toilet first. I had jeans on myself and at the end of my tether I undid my belt and undid the button and zip. My bladder was so hard and distended and it thanked me by expanding outwards right away. I still had one hand between my leg and I was now crossing my legs, moaning and moving every way I could to hold. I also could not take my eyes off the man who was in front of me who had one leg in front of the other and was bent forward with one hand leaning on the wall and the other in front of his crotch. He looked as desperate as I was and I decided to tell him so. ‘You look so desperate there. I know how you feel.’ He looked at me again, this time with pleading almost crying eyes as he half whispered, half groaned ‘I’m gonna piss myself in a second if he doesn’t hurry up.’ And at that he doubled over using both hands to grab his member tightly. He looked back at me in a very similar state and undid his trouser button and fly pushing one hand immediately inside to hold his penis through his boxers. With his head down and legs tightly crossed he moaned that he had leaked a little. He hobbled over to the door and knocked shouting ‘can you hurry up. I actually can’t wait any longer now. Please.’ Oh my word his actions and being able to see his cotton boxers and hear him pleading almost sent me over the edge to climax. I half laughed but blushing so badly I said ‘you need to hurry too please. I am really desperate to wee too’ ‘No worries there’ he said still holding himself tightly. ‘This piss ain’t gonna delay for anyone’. He turned and looked at me his face beetroot with embarrassment as I could see his half erect penis form through his tight grip and a wet patch on his dark blue boxers. Just then the door opened and without any thought that I could see everything he used his other hand to pull down the top of his boxers for a second revealing his beautiful penis as he quickly grabbed it again with his thumb over the top as urine tried to escape. He hobbled to the toilet as the door slowly closed on itself I could see his piss dripping onto the toilet floor and then pour out at force as he aimed it at the toilet. He hadn’t managed to lock the door behind himself but seeing and hearing him as he went in was sending electric waves right though me. I now HAD to climax every bit as badly as I had to pee...and that was immensely urgently! I slipped a hand inside my pants unable to hide the squelching noise it made as my fingers touched my open and sopping vagina. I stroked myself right there outside a public toilet at a big church function as urine leaked slowly out of my urethra mixed with huge stringy mucus from my glands making my underwear and hands covered. I quickly plugged myself with two fingers and crossed my legs tight. I pushed the door to the toilet ajar and watched as the piss poured out the man like it longed to do from me. Anyone could walk into the door at any minute and I was so close to having an orgasm! I know I shouldn’t have but I decided the only way I could cope was to step into the bathroom and let the door silently close over. The man was oblivious as I stood at the wall behind him, pulled my jeans down slightly, leaned back against the wall and used my fingers to bring myself to climax as he unleashed his massive longed for and huge piss stream into the toilet at last. He was caught up in his own orgasmic release, his eyes closed, head back as he moaned in relief as I moaned in relief simultaneously for another reason. As he finished I was just shaking from my ‘moment’ when he flushed and turned and saw me. I was mortified and terrified and with my head down I hurriedly tried to pull my jeans back up. Now I had orgasmed though I was about to piss myself. ‘Sorry’ I muttered breathlessly. ‘I couldn’t wait any longer’ And at that I literally ran for dear life to the toilet pushing my jeans and underwear down just as the waterfall finally released. The man washed his hands and dried them while my violent, urgent, and very loud pee splashed against the pan and water beneath like my very life depended on it. ‘Sorry’ I muttered again as I moaned in relief. My pee was in no hurry to end but the man was so polite in waiting to open the unlocked door as by now he had washed and dried his hands and was ready to leave. He waited until I had finished and washed my own hands before he opened the door and we both returned to the Hall relieved and so much calmer. ‘It’s meant to be a great show tonight’ he said casually as we walked back. I could only smile at him. I felt as if I had already had the greatest show that night and so had he. I have never done anything like that since and don’t plan on doing it again. That is unless anyone wants me to...

Catalogue sales stories For a number of years I was an area manager for a catalogue sales company. I ran a team of distributors, recruited and trained them, and managed my area well. Part of my remit was to visit the distributors weekly in their own home collecting cash, topping up catalogues and taking their weekly sales. I also delivered all the goods they had ordered too. The following are all true stories of my time in this job. Pauline Pauline and her partner were lovely, genuine people both in their mid twenties and just looking to get a bit of extra cash to help for holidays. Pauline took to the job instantly and needed minimum training so I left her to continue her first full week and went to visit her at home the following Thursday morning to hear how she was getting on and to teach her how to complete her first order sheet. I had been in regular contact with her and I knew she was doing well. The visit was relaxed and as we chatted over a cup of tea I asked how her week had gone and did she have any questions. The room went silent initially before the boyfriend prompted Pauline to ask. Pauline had gone red with embarrassment by now so I was wondering what she was about to ask. Finally, with her face looking at a picture on the wall rather than myself she shyly asked me if I had ever been bursting for the loo while out working and if so was there a company policy on using stranger’s bathrooms? Before I could even reply the boyfriend put his arm over Pauline’s shoulder and hugged her close. ‘Tell her what happened honey’ he encouraged. Pauline slowly relaxed as she went into a long and detailed story about what had happened the night before. She told how she had a full 80 catalogues to pick up so she had a cup of tea about 6pm before heading out to knock on the doors to collect them. She showed me her sheet I had trained her to record and pointed to a street and number explaining how she started to need the loo at this house but by then she had only been to 27 doors but that the cold weather was getting to her and she tried to ignore it. She said at times it was ok but at other times she was uncomfortable and would cross her legs as she waited for the door to be answered and that the walking was helping. I encouraged all my team to carry water with them as dehydration is a hazard of the job with the talking and warmth of people’s houses whilst in your coat and hats etc. So Pauline continued to drink while working and she explained that by the time she had been to 60ish doors she was getting more and more desperate for the toilet yet further and further away from her house. The crosses legged wait was more like a pee dance by now and she had to keep moving to prevent any accidents. She continued to drink her tea all the time continuing her very detailed story saying how she marked the map with houses she needed to call back to, houses she had orders and any she felt were either empty or had loud barking dogs who had perhaps chewed and destroyed the catalogue. She was detailed, thorough and animated. All the time her boyfriend was encouraging her to tell more and I wondered if he was enjoying hearing as much as I was? Pauline continued on saying that it was so embarrassing but she was openly bursting by the last ten doors and it would have been obvious to the person answering that she could not keep still. She confessed to holding herself whilst waiting on the doors opening. By now she was over a mile from home and she had realised if she walked back home she would absolutely wet herself so she used her mobile to call her boyfriend and begged him to pick her up. He butted in at this point saying how frantic Pauline sounded and he had suggested asking someone if she could use their bathroom as he said he had never heard his girlfriend confess to being so desperate to pee and how she sounded so out of breathe and worried. Pauline and her boyfriend went on at this point to have a bit of a private conversation about how he had suggested using someone’s bathroom but how Pauline was insistent this was grossly unprofessional and she could risk losing her job. She almost gave him a row as she remembered the night before and said to him that to never mind giving her advice just get his ass in the car and come get her before she wet herself in the street in sheer desperation! Pauline continued on saying she only had 5 doors to go to and that thinking how her boyfriend was coming for her spurred her on to hold on as best she could. The boyfriend said he found Pauline within six or seven minutes but when he got there she was at someone’s door and he pulled the car over just out of sight to watch her as he didn’t want to interrupt her working. He went on to describe how Pauline was marking on the spot, holding herself, kicking her legs behind her and acting almost drunk! Pauline by now had gone red faced again and talked about how she was beyond desperate by this point and how when the older man answered the door to her he handed her the catalogue and then asked if she was ok. She said she could not even look at him she was so embarrassed but that he very gently asked if she wanted to use his bathroom. Pauline was terrified of losing the job she had not even had a week in yet so told him she had just one final door to go to and she would be fine. She said as soon as he closed the door she ran down the gate with both hands between her legs as she felt her pussy pounding for release. She saw her boyfriend’s car and ran over to the passenger side, opened the door and pushed in her heavy bag of catalogues which was pushing on her overfill bladder and pee danced frantically while attempting to tell her boyfriend she had just one more door to do and she would be back as she needed home to the toilet ‘so fucking badly you would not believe’. At this the boyfriend stroked Pauline’s arm saying he really could see how badly she had had to go and how proud he was that she completed the job. ‘You did so well honey’ he assured her as they continued together to tell me the story. Pauline said she knocked the final door with one hand wedged between her tightly crossed legs as she leaned on the railing longing to get her final catalogue and get home to pee. She had been out for two hours now with over an hour of that time really needing to urinate badly. She looked down at her living room carpet as she recalled dripping in her underwear panicking she would release everything any moment. No-one was answering so Pauline headed down the path with one hard grasping herself when suddenly the door was answered and she had to turn and go back! Having handed her bag to her boyfriend she had to try and explain to the professional suited young man that she was collecting her catalogues back all the time longing to let her hand away from her pussy but knowing the floodgates would open immediately if she did. ‘Sorry, bursting for the loo mate but here for your catalogue please thanks!’ She recalled how embarrassed and emotional she was to have blurted out to a stranger how desperate she was for the toilet and how she literally grabbed his catalogue out his hand and shot out to the car. The boyfriend went on to share how Pauline bounced in the seat with her hand between her legs moaning ‘I need the bathroom. I need to pee. I gotta piss. I’ve never been so bloody bursting all my fucking life’ as she drove her home as fast as he could. Pauline said she ran in the house and pulled her jeans and underwear down in one move as she peed for Britain! ‘So are we allowed to use people’s bathroom’s or not is my question’ she now pushed me to answer. I was sweating after the story and very turned on but I had to quote company policy which stated agents must not use strangers toilets but any public facilities in the area you serve are fine. Pauline went on to be one of my best reps. She never mentioned her story again though I, of course, recall it in great detail. She wasn’t the only bursting door to door rep I saw. I’ll post more soon!

Ivalea Desperation and Wetting Compilation is a series of desperation and wetting with her wearing shorts. (Apology if this as been uploaded before please remove if this is the case) WARNING SHORT FLASHES OF BREST AND CROTCH EXPOSURE Ivalea Desperation and Wetting Compilation.wmv

I think we can all agree that a great Pee Dance can often be one of the best parts of our fetish. With that being said I’d like to see any links/clips/videos of what you guys consider to be some of the greatest pee dancing you’ve seen. I understand with greats such as Snuppa, Jayne (Formerly from B2B), and even TamTamSouth, it is likely we’ll see some of their videos posted here and by all means do so if you want. However if possible, lets try to mix it up and see some new stuff, maybe more obscure content. Frantic, running in place, bouncing/jumping up and down, constant stepping, leg crossing heck even double leg crossing, show me what you got and let’s start a thread. P.S: I was going to post something to kick things off, however I’ve double checked and realized anything that I had in mind are or may possibly fall under the DNP category and I would like to obey rules as much as possible, my apologies on that, but I look forward to seeing what you have to share!

Looking for Jav videos ? where the female bar staff are desperate to pee while being stopped from taking a pee by having to talk to customer who keep her waiting

View File SL-494 Desperate schoolgirls just barley make it to the toilet. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/11/2021 Category JAV Collections  

View File EE-499 A woman desperate to pee finds that the bathroom is either being used or is out of order. She pee dances outside the door trying to wait her turn. On the verge of wetting herself she takes off all her clothes and rushes into the walk in shower and pees all over the floor. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 12/05/2021 Category JAV Collections  

View File SL-498 Desperate office ladies on the verge of wetting themselves have to find an alternative way to relieve themselves before it is too late. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 01/03/2022 Category JAV Collections  

This is a narrative of me reading a true experience I had in my early twenties when I worked as a children’s party hostess in a very busy soft play centre. I have posted the story before but this is me reading it for those who might enjoy hearing my voice. New Recording.m4a

Looking for a video from maybe the main Japanese video sites, from what I remember she was sat down waiting to go on the set to film a desperation video. She was sat down wearing a red dress while her legs were bouncing up and down as the make-up artist was putting makeup to her face. When finished she was escorted upstairs ready for filming who were not quite ready for her and she was franticly pee dancing. Cannot remember whether she wets herself here. This may have been on YouTube but not sure. Does anyone here have any opening prologue videos like this as well. Thanks.

Panicking Pam Pam opened her fridge and knew right away that the boys had had breakfast already. She picked up the almost empty milk, thankful there was enough for a mug of tea at least. Sitting at the breakfast bar she could see Frank in the makeshift study (previously the laundry room before Covid 19), and in the distance she could see Martin on the laptop lounging in the front room. She could only assume Max was on his xbox in his bedroom as per usual. She had a quick skim through Facebook on her phone and then checked the news while she finished her tea then put on her anorak to take Patch for his walk. Pam was so thankful to live near a park where Parch could wander at his own pace, sniffing and meandering freely as she walked the standard two mile walk he was so accustomed to. He was getting on in years now and this twice a day walk was more than sufficient but now more than ever Pam was glad she didn’t need to go far. Times were very different to normal and while she used to love seeing familiar people on her twice daily walk now she was glad the park was empty as everyone was living in fear of a deadly virus. Back home Pam ran the kitchen tap until it ran cold then filled a glass with water and gulped it down. It was surprisingly warm for early April and the anorak had made her sweat. A brief check of the freezer and cupboards before opening the kitchen drawer and grabbing some bags, she popped her head into where Frank was to let him know she was off to brave the supermarket for their once a week shop. Frank kissed her on the cheek and she shouted up to Max and waved to Martin, showing him the bags as he had earphones in, before she headed out the door. Pam didn’t drive, neither did her partner and neither of her boys were quite old enough for lessons, though both were desperate to learn when they could. Being reliant on buses during a pandemic wasn’t ideal but Pam knew they were still running even if the timetable was reduced. The streets were quiet and otherwise busy roads saw very little traffic and Pam let her mind wander as she waited the 25 minutes for the bus. No-one had joined her at the bus stop and she was just one of three passengers now on the bus. Sitting on the warm bus taking the familiar twenty minute ride to the supermarket Pam felt a twinge between her legs, thought she simply ignored it as she gathered her bags and purse ready to disembark from the bus. Pam hadn’t anticipated the scene that awaited her as she walked up the ramp into the supermarket car park. She hadn’t seen this many cars in the car park since the week before Christmas! She headed down the short path towards the main doors her eyes blinking in the sun as it suddenly sank in that the people she could see where actually queuing just to get in! The closer she got the longer the queue seemed as she followed the line of socially distanced strangers silently waiting to enter the store as the line stretched along the side of the store, down the side of the car park, turned round on its self and snaked back again! There must easily be over 100 people in front of her she realised. Noting they all had trolleys already she looked around for the nearest trolley bay and headed to get one. By the time she had a trolley and headed to the queue it had stretched even longer! She joined the end and waited patiently. Ten minutes later she had barely moved as a store colleague headed along the line offering free bottles of water and an open tub of chocolates for those waiting. Pam was warm so readily took the water and decided a chocolate might help keep her energy up too. By the time she finally reached the edge of the store building she’d drank three quarters of her bottle and felt more frequent familiar urges the same as she had on the bus earlier. Pam checked her watch and realised she had been out the house almost an hour an a half already and still she wasn’t even inside the supermarket yet! Feeling another twinge she moved from one foot to the other as the queue edged slightly forward. Now able to see inside the store through the long glass windows Pam could see people in masks and gloves working at the checkouts and she hoped it wouldn’t be much longer before they were serving her. She wouldn’t usually ever use the bathrooms in the supermarket, preferring to wait until she was back home, but given the long wait to get in and a potential long wait for a bus back home, combined with the fact she already needed to go, she reasoned she would visit the ladies quickly before doing her shopping. That thought didn’t help her need to go and she found herself more and more distracted by her bladder as the queue seemed to slow down the closer she got to the entrance. There was now no doubt in her mind that she would definitely find the toilets as soon as she was in as her private areas tingled between her legs and she tapped her foot on the ground anxiously. In front of her a couple stood chatting to each other so much they hadn’t noticed the line move forward. Pam, normally shy and reserved but now very much in need of a toilet, found herself getting annoyed and when they still hadn’t moved 30 seconds later she couldn’t help but say something. ‘Excuse me. Could you move up please!’ It came across more bossy than she meant it but Pam was flustered and stressed, hot and in need of release. The couple looked back briefly before tutting and moving forward. Pam could count how many were in front of her now but standing right in line of the sun was making her hot and bothered. Despite already really needing to use the ladies she finished the bottle of water she had been given and placed it in the bin as she moved forward a little more. Just five people in front of her now, thank goodness. Another one in. Then another. Pam was getting anxious. She didn’t want to make it obvious to anyone that she was bursting but standing still wasn’t easy at all. She tapped her foot, curled her toes in her trainers and bit her lip. She couldn’t even remember when she joined the queue because all she could think about now was getting to the loo as soon as she could. Just three in front now. Finally. As another few left the store the young man in front of the couple was nodded to go in but then Pam watched in horror as a member of staff came closer to the couple and whilst still remaining socially distanced to them the staff member was clearly telling them something they weren’t happy with. Pam silenced her thoughts to overhear. ‘Sorry. It’s one person one trolley. There’s signs all along where you were waiting. I can’t let you both in together I’m afraid.’ ‘But we live together for goodness sake! We are married! We always shop together and we have waited almost an hour to get in! Surely you can make an exception? That’s a ridiculous rule! You just let a woman in a minute ago with a baby! You didn’t say the baby needed it’s own trolley did you! You can’t make one of us go to the back of the queue? The frozen food would be defrosted before they even go in the store! Come on!’ Pam moaned under her breath. She didn’t need this and she was sure the store assistant didn’t need it either! Whilst another two customers left out the other door Pam crossed her legs impatiently. Why did she need to be behind an argumentative couple now of all times when she just wanted into the store toilet before shopping! Pam could feel her heart beating faster now as she hated confrontation but mostly because her need to pee was getting stronger by the second. She pulled one leg behind her and bent a little forwards leaning into the trolley. A married woman in her forties should not be pee dancing outside a supermarket and Pam did all she could to disguise her need. Finally Pam watched as the gentleman in front reluctantly walked away and Pam tried not to look too flustered and panicky as she waited to be told she could enter the store finally. She watched anxiously as another customer left, begging inwardly for the staff member to let her in so she could walk quickly to the ladies. But she didn’t. Pam looked at her annoyed and when yet another customer left she found herself getting more and more stressed. Her body was screaming for release and yet here she was at the mercy of a store colleague releasing her to be allowed in. Despite all her efforts to hide her need when another urge came strongly Pam couldn’t stop herself bouncing on her heels and crossing her legs. She had to say something. She had been waiting long enough now. ‘Excuse me. Am I allowed in yet! Sorry to ask it’s just...it’s just I have been waiting a long time and I emm...I have a bus to catch home. Thanks’ ‘I’m really sorry. I am just waiting on the gentleman in front of you returning. Apparently he hadn’t realised the rules of one person one trolley so he’s just away to get a trolley then I will let him in and then you. Sorry for your wait madam.’ Pam desperately wanted to argue but the poor store colleague looked tired and stressed. So she tried to hold on just a little bit longer. However, when yet another customer wheeled their full trolley out and she could barely stand still for her need to pee she mustered up the courage to ask again. ‘Sorry to ask again, it’s just that I can’t see him coming back and...actually I really need to use the ladies. Would it be ok if I just headed in and he can come in after me?’ The colleague looked sympathetically at Pam, noticing the strain on her face and how her legs continually tapped. She nodded for her to head in and Pam pushed the trolley fast inside the double doors frantically looking for the toilets. She’d never used them so wasn’t familiar with where they were. It took a few fast paced minutes with her head racing and panic setting in more and more before she finally found them. Pushing the trolley through the first door Pam began dancing more as the thought of imminent release intensified her need to pee. She saw a sign on the gents and baby change but didn’t stop to read them but as she went to push open the ladies door and found it locked she quickly read the sign posted to that door too. ‘Due to the outbreak of Covid 19 and to protect our customers unfortunately these toilets are currently unavailable. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.’ Pam grabbed herself between the legs and moaned. She was absolutely bursting for the loo but with no other shops nearby open and no other toilets therefore available she stood there dancing on the spot with her hand between her legs in an absolute panic of what to do. Getting the bus home wasn’t an option as she needed food for her family and there was no way she would be able to wait for a bus anyway without peeing herself. She had no other option but to try and shop with an over full and desperate bladder. Pam wanted to cry. She pushed the trolley back out and into the fruit section quickly putting in bananas, apples, grapes, oranges and pears all whilst trying to stay decent. She walked to the vegetables and put in potatoes, carrots, onions, cauliflower, broccoli and leeks, all the while tapping her foot and biting her lip. She moved to the salad and bent over to put in a bag of mixed leaves, a cucumber, some tomatoes and celery when she felt warm dribbles leak into her knickers. Standing upright Pam panicked. She urgently HAD to get to a toilet. NOW. She looked around for a staff member seeing a pizza counter and raced over. Struggling to breathe she jiggled on the spot frantically as she tried to explain quietly that she urgently needed to find a bathroom. The staff member shrugged and apologised saying unfortunately the bathrooms were locked ‘due to Covid’. Pam panicked as another dribble oozed out of her despite clamping her muscles shut as tightly as she could. Looking around for the quietest aisle she could she raced towards the make up, assuming it was quiet as no-one had anywhere to go currently. Checking no-one else was around she picked up a lipstick and pretended to look at it whilst bending forwards and grabbing herself. Silently, embarrassingly, Pam stood there helpless with the lipstick tightly in her hand still as another long spurt shot out, running down the inside of her leg and pulling into her sock. This time another spurt followed and Pam couldn’t stop as pee continued to flow freely down her leg squelching in her socks and trainers as her bladder relaxed and pushed the content squashed inside it out finally. Unable to do much else Pam casually placed the lipstick back on the shelf, pulled her trainer off and poured out the liquid amassed in it under the counter before putting it back on and pushing the trolley to the next aisle where she placed in some sanitary towels, shampoo and shower gel before continuing on with her full weeks grocery shop hoping that with everything else going on in the world right now that no-one would see that she had wet herself in desperation due to the restrictions of a worldwide epidemic. Everyone would remember the pandemic, thought Pam, but for her it would forever remind her of the panic on finding the ladies locked and what happened as a result.

This woman is so desperate to pee and she is wearing no panties, short video but worth a look. Desperate wetting in dress.mp4

The scene I want to draw attention to starts at 26:40 seconds into Skins (UK) Season 4, Episode 1: “Thomas”. It’s pretty short, about a minute, and just shows a minor character super desperate for the toilet outside someone’s house. Once the door is unlocked, she sprints inside shouting about it coming out. It was pretty surprising for me to see to be honest, so although I don’t have a link to the episode as I was watching in Netflix I felt I should post about it. However I’m not sure if I’m allowed to post this since the character in question is underage. I think. I actually don’t know their age but they look it. So moderators... please don’t ban me if it’s not allowed! Just delete my post. Please. I really love this forum and I don’t want to get kicked off just for trying to spread awareness of a scene.

Does anyone please have the full length videos of these two videos where each girl end up wetting themselves, but in these videos they seem to have been cut short of their full length. I have seen these full videos before but cannot remember where and when, and I was unable to record them at the time. The picture and audio quality is poor from these two videos, so maybe if someone as these they may be better than the ones shown here.. Thank You 309412_female_desperation_1(3).wmv Bursting to pee watching TV.mp4

This woman tennis player don't know who she is, is desperate for a pee while playing tennis and keeps having to hold herself and crossing her legs as well as jumping around Its a mystery who is returning the ball, but if it had been me it had gone to 5 sets plus a tie breaker and drinks. Enjoy. Tennis Desperation wetting.wmv

This young Japanese girl is desperate to pee is holding her crotch first through her skirt and then her panties. She is moving from side to side while she is desperate. We have full picture of her the the screen goes to a split screen with different views of her, there is also P in P OF her as well. She does remove her panties while she is crouched down but places her hand over her crotch, but when she stands up there is a full frontal view of her WARNING NUDITY Young Japanese Girl desperation hold.wmv

Sunday is Mother’s day so this morning I decided to head out to go and get something for my Mum. Initially I was just going to go into town but Matty said he had seen something he wanted for his mum so I said I would pick one up and decided the best place to find one would be to go to the shopping centre, which turned out to be the right idea as it started raining and going to the shopping centre would mean I would be inside. When Alice woke up she said she would come with me as she wanted something for her mum so after she got showered and dressed we set off. We drove down into our town centre and called in greggs to get some breakfast and then we headed out to the motorway. It took us about 40 minutes to get there and after we parked we headed inside. We parked in the central car park like we usually do so that we can make a full circle of the centre taking in all the shops. When we got inside we headed off to the left and began looking around the shops. We wandered around looking for gifts and also looking at things for ourselves. By the time we got back to the centre two hours had passes and we decided to go upstairs to the food court and grab some lunch. We got our food and went and found a seat and sat eating whilst watching the shoppers going by on the floor below. With it been a weekday it wasn’t overly busy so we weren't surrounded by crowds and therefore didn’t feel rushed or wanted to eat quickly and get out like we sometimes do if we come at the weekend, especially when the food court is full of kids. Because of this we sat relaxing and chatting for almost an hour before we put our stuff in the bin and headed down the right hand side of the shopping centre. We got lost in the fun of shopping and by the time we got back to the central area another 2 and half hours had passed. We looked in our bags of shopping and decided that we didn’t need anything else and headed towards the escalators up to the car parks. Before we got on them we went into a newsagents and got a drink each and got some chocolates for the ride home. We came out and went up the escalators and as we were walking towards the exit I noticed the toilets off to the side and I noticed that I needed to pee. It wasn’t a bad need but I definitely felt my bladder was quite full and I thought about using them but I decided to hold it till I got home and then have some fun. We walked out and got in my car and headed off home. There was a bit of traffic on the way towards the motorway and that coupled with the string of traffic lights and roundabouts meant it took us 15 minutes to get to the slip road onto the motorway. We picked up speed and I realised there was a lot of traffic around but when I looked at the time I realised it was starting to get towards rush hour. We cruised along singing along to my iPod and after about 15 minutes the traffic got heavier and we started slowing down until we came to a crawling pace. I checked for any news updates to see if there had been an accident or something up ahead but I found nothing and then a few minutes later we passed under a digital matrix explaining there were roadworks a couple of junctions ahead and the motorway was reduced down to 2 lanes. We weren’t bothered about the delay as we were having fun singing and being stupid and we knew once we came out of the other side we would be back up to speed again. As we moved along more traffic joined the motorway making it worse and after 20 minutes we were nearing the start of the roadworks. We could see the care merging up ahead and Alice suddenly said “oh good we are almost there, thank god….”. I looked round at her and before I could say anything she said “....because I’m getting really desperate for a wee”. I giggled and she stuck her tongue out at me. I asked her how bad and she said she was around a 6 and was getting pretty desperate. I thought about it and wasn’t surprised. Since we had left home she had had a cup of coffee from Greggs, a big cup of fanta with lunch and had finished the bottle of oasis she had got in the shop, not to mention the cup of tea she had before we left home. As I thought about everything she had drank I realised I was getting desperate too and realised I had had the same. We crawled along for a few minutes and she suddenly started squirming in her seat and as we were directed into the merged lane and picked up some speed she put her hand between her legs and began rocking back and forth. I looked at her and asked if she was okay. She laughed and said “yeah im fine, just busting for a wee and have a quickly filling bladder”. My eyes widened and I squirmed slightly as I was the same. By the time we came out of the other end of the roadworks and back onto open motorway I picked up speed and we had about 15 minutes until we reached our junction. As we drove along my bladder continued to fill but as I was driving I was unable to do much apart from squirm slightly, plus I was enjoying trying to hide my need from Alice who was now squirming and wiggling like crazy in the passenger seat. She suddenly reached around under the seat and pulled out a towel which we keep in the car as we do a lot of walking and we keep it in case it rains and we end up getting wet...plus it comes in handy for unplanned omorashi moments such as today. She lifted herself up and placed the towel under her and when she sat back down she caught me looking at her and she moaned and said “I’m almost wetting myself and I don’t want to leak on the seat”. Knowing she was at that stage turned me on greatly but also made my own need seem to intensify. She spent the next five minutes moaning and squirming and holding herself when suddenly she gasped. I looked at her then down and she said she had started dripping into her knickers. I was getting close to doing the same but I didn’t let on. She continued to drip into her knickers, each time she let out a gasp and kept telling me how damp her knickers were getting when suddenly she let out a loud moan and I looked down and my eyes widened when I saw a wet patch on the front of her jeans where she had just leaked. As we continued driving along she kept leaking and the patch kept getting bigger and we drove past a sign and she said “oh god please can you stop at the services, I am so close to wetting myself and I don’t want to do it in the car. I teased her for a minute as to whether I would stop and her begs of desperation were so sexy. When the turn off for the services came up I pulled off and as we drove up into the car park her wiggling got more intense. I drove around the outer road and swung around into a parking space. When the car stopped she opened the door and jumped out and I expected her to go running across the car park to the main building. However she stood at the side of the car with her hand jammed into her crotch pee dancing on the spot. Before I could ask her if she was going to pee inside the the wet patch on her crotch got bigger and bigger as she started spurting and then suddenly she moaned out and her light coloured jeans went dark from top to bottom as her bladder exploded and completely flooded them. I could only sit and watch as she stood there moaning, completely soaking her jeans and making a huge puddle all over the floor. She seemed to go forever and when she stopped she let out a loud sigh of relief. She stood there for a couple of minutes letting her jeans drip on the floor before she took off her shoes and threw them in the back seat and then sat back in the front seat on the towel. She looked at me staring and smiled and said “that felt so good”. I giggled and nodded and we drove off. Once we got back on the motorway I was suddenly brought back to my own desperate need. I had been distracted watching Alice but now I was focused again I was absolutely busting. I squirmed and told her that watching her soak herself had made me really have to pee. She laughed and began teasing me with her wet jeans. We were 5 minutes from our junction and my bladder continued to put pressure on my pee hole and I soon started dripping I concentrated hard on holding back the flood and continued driving. By the time we came off the motorway I was bursting full and could feel pee right at the tip of my pee hole wanting to escape and by not letting it I was creating such intense pressure. Without warning a leak escaped and dampened my knickers. A few seconds later another one burst out and I knew they wouldn’t stop. It would only take about 5 minutes to drive to the outskirts of town then up the hill to our house but that was five minutes my bladder was not willing ot wait. I kept leaking and I knew even if I managed to make it home I would have to get out of the car and open the door and walk upstairs and I would most likely explode. Just thinking about that made me spurt without warning and I knew I was on the verge of bursting. I quickly turned off down one of the side roads on the industrial estate and Alice looked at me puzzled and I told her I was about to pop and needed to pee like right now. I drove along looking for a suitable spot to stop whilst desperately trying to contain the spurts. I turned into a dirt track that lead to the river and an old railway bridge and once I reached the end I stopped the car opened my door and jumped out. As soon I stood up I lost control and started spurting like crazy. I just had time to pull my leggings down before my pe hole admitted defeat and I started peeing a torrent. I quickly squatted and let out a hige sigh or relief as I peed hard through my knickers. It went on and on and the relief washing over me was incredible. Eventually the stream slowed down to a trickle and then stopped and I just stayed squatting there enjoying the moment.for a few moments. Eventually I stood up and got back in the car and we drove up home. When we got home we both stripped off and went and had a nice long shower together where we took care of some other needs the events of the afternoon had caused.

I HAVE LOOKED TO SEE IF THIS LOVE WETTING VIDEO IS ON HERE BUT WAS UNABLE TO FIND IT, APOLOGY THOUGH TO THE MEMBER IF THIS IS A RE-POST THANKS. This is Dee from Love Wetting where she is very, very desperate to pee and she as to drink 3 cans of beer. She starts with holding her crotch while pee dancing and drinking her first can of beer. She is instructed by her camera man to take up certain positions and release short bursts of pee and then to hold it on a number of occasions. We can see pools of pee where she as released it in different areas, how she manages to hold it in from when she first released it I don't know, her sphincter muscles must have been really working so hard here. How she manages to hold so much pee for just a slim woman I just do not know, although the beer that she as just drunk won't kick in for about another hour when she will be desperate again. Yeah I must warn you that at the end there is nudity Love Wetting with Dee.mp4

Hey everybody, a quick note before the story: I've been a lurker on here for while. I'd like to start by thanking everybody on here for the amount of awesome content that they post. I feel like it's the right time for me to share an awesome experience from high school. All people in this story were 18 at the time of the event since it was the second half of senior year of high school. The story seems unbelievable at times but I swear on my left testicle that it is 100% real other than her name. ***************************************************************************************************************************************** Story Background The woodshop at my high school was the place that everybody always wanted to be. Students would always request to get passes from their other teachers to go to the woodshop to "work on projects" (really just to hangout). One Friday, I decided to get a pass from my Spanish class to go to the woodshop since there wasn't much going on during the lecture. It was hands down the best decision I made in my entire senior year of high school. (If it wasn't, I wouldn't remember 3 years later that it was a Friday and that I skipped Spanish class!). I knew that the class that was in there was a really fun group of people, and that there were quite a few cute girls in there. One of these cute girls was named Trish and she was one helluva character. Some might have called her crazy, but I liked the word "spunky" a little better. Freaky in the best possible way. She wasn't a super model, but any straight guy in the class would hop on the opportunity to get some action with her. This girl was petite and about 5'2" and looked to be of eastern European descent. Her Shoulder length jet-black hair hung freely and she would occasionally blow strands sway from her face in the most seductive way ever while making eye contact with different guys (she was a real tease). Her eyes were a light brown and even though her tits weren't huge, they seemed fairly large because of her small frame. Her butt was a nice "bubble butt" that wasn't overwhelming but looked absolutely awesome in spandex or yoga pants. What happened After packing up all my stuff that I had with me in the woodshop, I looked up and saw that there was about 5 minutes left in the period. I was a bit early for the bell but didn't think much of it, I'd just continue talking with my friends which is what I was doing for the last hour anyways. After looking up from my stuff, that plan changed. I saw Trish pacing back and forth in the middle section of the woodshop. I immediately thought "wow it looks like she needs to pee", but I initially dismissed this as wishful thinking on my part. She was wearing a tight t-shirt which showed the outline of her bra and yoga pants which fit her curves perfectly. What I began to see over the next few seconds blew my mind. On closer inspection, I realized that Trish was moving her right hand back and forth between her thigh and her crotch In full sight of everybody in the class! After a few more cycles walking back and forth past the planing machine, I realized that this girl was seriously desperate and in danger of an accident in the middle of class. I was incredibly turned on by this and decided to walk over to the area where she was to get a closer look. When I got over towards the machine, I heard her saying to the teacher assistant operating the planing machine, "please let me go, I'm seriously about to do it in my pants right now". The assistant said, "sorry, but you know the rules, no bathroom passes 10 minutes after the start bell and within 10 minutes of the end bell, hold it until passing period." I decided to loiter in that area and see this out. She continued to pace for another minute or so, occasionally reaching behind herself and lightly grabbing her butt. She started towards the back of the shop by taking little tiny steps while bent over slightly at the waist. Her face was a bright red and I though she was going to the back to have an accident, she looked like she was about to pop. She eventually made it to the rear exit on one side of the shop and was all alone asides from a few people at the lockers on the opposite side as the door. I made my way over to her since I could easily claim that the rear exit was closer to my class so she wouldn't be suspicious. I was planning on prompting her about her condition once I reached her since I was immensely enjoying it, but I didn't even need to. As I approached her, she exclaimed "GOD DAMN dude, I need to pee so freakin bad" while doing the most unashamed pee dance that I had ever seen. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, It was better than any fantasy that I could have imagined and it was happening only a few inches away from me. I was worried that she'd see my boner, but the combination of a favorable angle down the leg and her preoccupation with her condition meant that she didn't notice (to my knowledge ;) I said "Well it looks like somebody drank too much water" while laughing a little bit. She responded, "oh my god I know, I wanted to go before class but I didn't have time to go to my locker and the bathroom during passing period." I decided to continue to stand next to her and mentioned nonchalantly " you know, if you're about to pee yourself you could just sneak out this door and the teacher probably wouldnt notice." She laughed and said, "the campus watch will get me, I won't make it if they send me to the office before the bathroom". By this point, her pee dancing combined with her candidness had me on the verge of making another kind of accident in my shorts. I had never been more turned on in my entire life. Suddenly, without saying anything, she hunched over sharply at the waist and walked to the very back of the classroom behind some wood lathing machines. At the time, I was nearly positive that she was going to completely loose it back there and that she was just looking for some privacy as she soaked her pants. She had both hands buried in her crotch and was frantically bobbing up and down while rigorously rubbing her pussy. I don't think that she knew that I was able to see her back there since the machines blocked the view for everybody else in the class. She went down on one heel which I thought was a sure sign she was wetting herself, but she somehow managed to get back up and start back towards the rear side door. I pretended like I wasn't watching her and turned towards the door. Once she was beside me again, she continued her sexy pee dance. She was pulling all the stops to prevent bursting all over the floor. Her legs were scissoring back and forth, followed by the left leg crossing quickly over the right, followed by the right leg quickly over the left, all while bobbing up and down and gripping her crotch with both hands. "30 seconds to the bell" I say to her. "mmmmmmmmm" was all she could respond. *Ding Ding Ding* The bell went off and she removed one of her hands to open the door. We both exit at the same time and I said "better hurry there" as I let her take the lead position so I could check out her ass to see if there was any signs of leaks. "Gotta pee Gotta Pee!" she moaned in strained voice while looking over at me. Turning ahead, she picked up her pace to put herself 2 feet in front of me, and I matched it, wanting to make sure not to miss anything. I was staring right at her ass and noticed a barely noticeable quarter sized wet patch between her thighs. She had peed herself a little in the shop Just Like I thought she had! She didn't care that everybody saw her with her hand in her crotch, and I didn't give a flying shit if everybody noticed me staring at her cute little ass swaying back and forth towards the toilet. Knowing that she had already leaked a little, I was hopeful that she might leak more, but it wasn't meant to be. We quickly made it towards the bathroom, and I followed her nearly all the way to the door. She made a quick last second dash to enter the bathroom to get relief and I casually got in line to the water fountain that was next to the bathroom. I wanted to see if she made it without completely soaking herself. Thankfully for her, the line must have been short and she was able to avoid completely wetting herself. But I "coincidentally" finished drinking at the fountain and talking to some friends *right* when she came out (almost like I planned it that way...). I started towards my next class about 30 yards away from the bathrooms which was also in the same direction as her class. I walked behind her and saw exactly what I wanted to see, a half dollar sized patch between her legs! She hadn't quite made it! It was meant to be that day! I finally made it to class but my mind was obviously replaying the entire scene over and over. Once we were about 15 minutes into class, I had to ask to go to the bathroom to rub one out since I was going insane. It was definitely the best single day of high school. For years I'd get off on re living her pee dancing, as well as imagining how frantic she was after she entered through the bathroom doors... leaking in the bathroom while so close to the toilet. I hope everybody can get some of the same "enjoyment" that I got from this experience. It was the desperation lovers dream come true, the perfect scenario (other than not being able to be invisible and sneak in the girls to see her certain massive piss...) I don't think I'll ever witness real desperation this good again in my entire life....I can't imagine what could top this but I'm hoping something does!

Those of you who followed the Live Omorashi thread last night will know all about this. Afer another long holding sessions I pissed myself as I was so desperate and just couldn't hold on anymore. I tried but despite squirming around and constantly grabbing hold of my cock, my poor aching bladder gave way and I ended up in a large pissy wet puddle of my own making absolutely drenched in my own pee! Oh dear, what a naughty boy I am...