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  1. BlueWetter

    female Desperate laughing

    Hey everyone.. I was at a local restaurant and got to see a early 50s woman who was desperate while out with her friends.. During their meal and drinks afterward, they were saying many things which the group found quite hilarious. This one in particular would squeeze her legs together tightly every so often during a fit of laughter while seated.. She and the other members of her group stood up, continuing to laugh some more about random subjects. Twice during this exchange, she bent at the waist sightly and clenched her legs together tight while laughing. She then began to walk away, telling one friend " I have to go to the bathroom now" There was no visible wetness on her tight white blue jeans, but her panties or even incontinence pad could have been totally soaked.. Only she knows that 😋
  2. When I was in 8th grad, we had a really nice trainee teacher in history class. She was in her early twenties, quiet thin with short, dark hair in pageboy style. I know most of us pubescend boy loved her, even though nobody admitted it. Me too. The best part is, that she sometimes became desperate during our classes. I assume she had a weak bladder, was nervous, forgot to go or was too shy to go in front of us or the senior teachers. Anyway two incidents were outstanding, because she obviously was at her limit. The first time was our second lesson and there was still an expirienced teacher observing her in the back of the classroom. I sat at my desk in second row admiring her. She wore a short red skirt with a thin blue pantyhose and a tight tank top without a bra showing her small breasts. After 1 hour into class I saw that she became a bit restless. While in the beginning I caught a few glimps under her skirt, when she opened her knees slightly, she started to cross her legs this way and the other or teeter them. Also when she stood she didn´t stand still. She marched from one side to the other. If she had to write on the board she stepped from one foot to the other. Besides she was more and more destracted. This made the supervisor ask her, if anything is amiss. Which she denied. but she got even more agitated and really squirmed a lot. I could see that she tried to compose herself and not to fidget too obvious, but everybody must have recognized that this girl was in disstress. I was really aroused by her predicament, but I am not sure, if everybody knew the reason for her behaviour. At one point the senior observer even asked her, if she wants to make a little break. When she said "No, why?" he directly said: "Maybe you want to go to the bathroom." She blushed but said: "No thank you, why should I?" To which he anwsered: "Because it looks like you have to go." But again she vehemtly gainsayed it. Oh, how I enjoyed this show. When class was over, he approached her and started a discussion that she may not torture herself and should use the loo before classes or if it was an emergency ask for a shortterm substitution. But still she denied her need flatly to which the supervisor shook his head and left. As soon as he was gone she dashed out of the room.
  3. A month ago I moved from the UK to Germany to live and work in the Stuttgart area for one year, on secondment from the UK office to our head office (I work for a large, multinational German engineering business - take a guess ? ). This weekend a group of us made up of fellow expats, colleagues visiting from the UK, and a small Finnish contingent had booked a table in one of the tents at Canstatter Volksfest. To put it very crudely, this large festival on the Canstatter Wassen fairground is Stuttgart’s answer to Munich’s Oktoberfest: garish fairground rides, cavernous beer tents, and a veritable sea of Lederhosen and Dirndl’s. We were booked into the afternoon session so rocked up at about 11:00 when the place was filling at an ever increasing rate, but not yet packed. Walking to our tent I did clock a couple of small, concrete toilet blocks scattered around which seemed a little inadequate. I was reminded briefly of some of the Oktoberfest posts that I had seen before on various different omo sites, but didn’t really give it a second thought. A good time was had by all in the tent. The beer flowed, toasts were made, we sung (poorly) and danced (even more so) on the benches and generally embraced the culture of our new home. These tents are a very nice place to be: everyone is pleasantly drunk, happy, and there is very little in the way of fighting or conflict (obviously it would be impossible to hold an event like this in the UK…). That, and you are surrounded by lots of very attractive people decked out in fairly skimpy versions of traditional rural dress. Naturally when you are consuming litres of beer at a time then nature begins to take its course quite frequently, and so there are temporary toilet blocks set up inside the the beer tents themselves for the patrons. There were two offerings, standard or “VIP” which carried a 50c mandatory charge to use however the queues built up very quickly outside the standard option so I opted for the “VIP” ones each time, rather than waste 20 minutes missing out on the festivities. Something that I have noticed in my brief time in Germany so far is that when the queues build up at large public events, women are directed to use both the Ladies and the Gents, normally accompanied by much blushing, pointedly averted gaze and awkwardness from all involved. Eventually the afternoon session reached its end, and we poured out of the tent into bright sunlight, which is a very odd feeling when you are used to leaving a club at closer to 4am, not 4pm! Those of us who had indulged a little more than others charged off towards the fairground attractions, leaving myself and the three Finns. We wandered around for an hour or so, playing a couple of the fairground games and trying vainly to link up with the others again but it was hopeless. By now the place was packed, as the leavers from the afternoon sittings crossed over with the arrivals for the evening ones. There was little phone signal, and every time you could get through and arrange a place to meet, the group would have been moved on again by the crowd, so in the end we gave up and decided to head on. By now we had made our way to the edge of the Wassen, which is surrounded by a large, red brick embankment on which the U-Bahn (tram) tracks are situated. Tunnels cut through the embankment to allow access to the rest of the city, and also there are a couple of toilet blocks constructed underneath it. Two of our number went off the use the facilities, leaving just myself and the remaining Finn to wait. I mentioned that we should go and stand out of the sun, which by now was beating down, and so we moved a little ways away from the crowded intersection of the tunnel and the toilet block and stood in the shade of some Heras fencing, facing the brick wall and discussing politics & Brexit (because what else do European’s talk about nowadays ? ). The path we were standing on was still pretty busy, with a constant flow of all sorts: teenagers, students, 20-30 somethings like ourselves, families with young children, old couples - truly a people’s festival! After a few minutes of waiting and talking, a group of three students, two girls and a guy, stopped across from us against the brick wall and one of the supporting pillars. The younger of the two, a slim, tanned brunette wearing a red and white chequered dirndl, had backed herself into the corner and was directing her two companions to come and stand around her. My companion was in the middle of a verse regarding the decline of manufacturing in Britain, but I must confess that I wasn’t entirely listening at this point. As I watched out of the corner of my eye, the lady hitched up her skirt a little, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and in a flash her white thong was around her knees. She was leaning back on the wall with her legs half bent, and trying to look away from the passing crowd. Then suddenly, she started to pee. It wasn’t a continuous stream, rather a shower of fits and spurts, splattering off the hot tarmac as she giggled shyly. Not wanting to get caught in the splash-back both her friends backed away a little, leaving her totally unguarded. Not wanting to stare I turned back to my companion to mumble some small agreement to his current point, but couldn’t quite tear myself away completely. She was peeing harder now, droplets were fanning out all around where she stood. She was gesticulating at her friends to stand closer, clearly wishing she could sink back into the brickwork, but still with a slight smile on her lips the whole time. Stopping clearly was not an option at this point. Her two friends were laughing though not cruelly and yet somehow no one in the passing crowd seemed to bat so much as an eyelid at this display. Her skirt was hitched up high at the sides revealing her hips, but fortunately the skirt and apron hung down at the front to help keep her dignity intact (well, as much as is possible while pissing uncontrollably under your skirt). I couldn’t see too clearly, but certainly the white canvas pumps that she was wearing must have been more than a little damp and her legs had not escaped the ravages of her overfull bladder either. After maybe half a minute she started to run dry. The thong came up as quickly as it had gone down, her skirt was smoothed back into place, and she went off on her way with her friends, cheeks ablaze but laughing and joking with them as they went. I resisted the temptation to stare after her, and somehow managed to continue the conversation with my companion as it was now my turn to comment. He had taken no notice of the entire incident, nor it seemed had anyone else. A few minutes later the two other members of our group returned, and we went on our way. At the time I think I was so taken aback that I was more stunned then aroused, however since then I have continued to replay the events over and over in my head and to honest I am still pinching myself that it happened at all. I can’t recall specifics, but I am certain that I have seen discrete squatting at music festivals and the like before, though I never would have expected to see something as blatant as this. I feel very fortunate to have been in the right place at the right time, least not because although she was clearly feeling a little embarrassed, there was no cruel humiliation or shame, and certainly she did not look at all upset by the circumstances. So there you go, hope you’ve all enjoyed reading my little account. Any constructive comments or notes on typos are very welcome ?
  4. These are not wetting experiences, but I think this was the best category for these three real-life sightings. (Special thanks to @macson for proofreading/editing this post) In the last 24 hours, I have had such awesome luck that I can barely believe it. At the same time, I have had such bad luck that I could bang my head against a wall. (These things actually happened between last Saturday and Sunday and I started writing this Sunday evening, but, with writing and editing, it will be some other day when I'm posting this.) I'm a big fan of seeing real "voyeur" situations, where a woman needs to visit the bushes, outdoors. I don't have any exact statics, but I would say that usually, I see this kind of situation (women peeing in public) with my own eyes, about 0-1 times a year. It's quite rare and if I see something even close to that one time in summer, it's a huge highlight of my summer and I remember it for many years. (Men are more common to see, they do it more openly, usually, I see that happening 1-5 times a year.) I don't usually visit festivals or bars, so that is one reason why I don't usually see this kind of thing. But, my home is in a quite good place for it. I live close to city center, about 5-7 minutes away, walking. This means that, especially on weekends, when I'm looking out of my window, there is a good chance to see "somebody” who is walking on a road and is going to or from a bar. Although, my home is far enough away from the center that my area is quite quiet and isolated. There are some trees and bushes around, plus a small parking area, almost under my window. So, when that earlier mentioned "somebody" is walking to or from a bar along the road under my window and he/she reaches this quiet area with trees and bushes, there is a small chance that he/she might feel like the circumstances are safe enough to visit the bushes or take a little break between the cars, almost literally just under my window and balcony. I live on the 6th floor, so it's high enough to see what happens down on the road very well, but still so close to the ground that I don't need binoculars to see the road. ? For that reason, I always take a look out of my window when I walk near it. Just in case I see something interesting happening outside. I also often visit my balcony just to look around if I don't have anything better to do. For me, it's very rare to see this kind of thing happening. Those who would like to see something similar, but haven’t seen it, know what I mean. In the last ten years, I have only seen something a few times. But recently, I have been unbelievably lucky, seeing women peeing outdoors 2-3 times in a period of 24 hours. Or, kind of seen. Every time, there was some little reason why I didn't really see much, and I could almost bang my head to a wall because of that unluckiness. I’m sure of two of these times, the third is possible. The first was on Saturday evening. I looked out of the window, by chance, as I usually do many times a day and I saw two people walking on the road. I didn't see them very well because that part of the road was behind trees and all I saw was some movement between trees. I didn't even see if they were men or women, but it looked like they were walking toward my home. For some reason I moved to the balcony; I'm not sure why. I mean, of course, I don't always run to the balcony when somebody passes my home. But sometimes if I don't have anything better to do and I see something happening outdoors, I may go to the balcony and look around if I wish to see something interesting. The mentioned road doesn’t have continuous traffic. Usually, there are not many persons per hour walking and cycling. So, I went to the balcony and looked toward where I had seen some people walking on the road, but I only saw one woman standing there. The other person seemed to have disappeared somewhere, if there even was another person at all. At first, I thought that maybe I was saw wrong in the first place and there was only one person, walking. I noticed that the woman seemed to be waiting for something, or somebody, and I felt like I might know why that other person had gone "somewhere". I tried, intently, to look around the bushes and trees near where the woman was standing on the road, but I didn't see anything there, the vegetation was too thick. A little later, another woman appeared at the road from somewhere else and they continued walking together. I didn't see what that other woman did, while off the road, but I think I have a quite good guess. Of course, she could be there for picking flowers or collecting rocks for some hobby project; who knows. Both women were maybe about 35-45 years old, but I'm not very good for guessing peoples ages. There is one special thing about that situation. Almost immediately after that little break, they left the main road which passes under my window and they turned to the "courtyard" of these apartment buildings where I live. There are maybe four or five apartment buildings in this area close to each other. They turned away from the main road just under my window, into the courtyard, which gives me a good reason to believe that, possibly, at least one of them lives somewhere in these same buildings where I live. I can only guess and assume things, but if she was doing in the bushes what I think she was doing, and if one of the women lives in these neighbor buildings, this means that the woman would only need to wait less than 5 minutes to get to her own, or to her friend’s, home.  The second experience happened the next night, between Saturday and Sunday, in the middle of the night. I was on the balcony, but everything was quiet, I didn't see anybody. I went back inside maybe for 5 minutes. When I walked back to the balcony door, I heard some girls talking outside. I went to the balcony and after a few seconds, I looked around to see where that talking was coming from. The first thing I noticed was that there was a group of three girls on the side of the road. When I looked closer, I noticed that one of the girls was standing at the road, but the other two were squatting at a grassy area beside the road. The girls were probably around 18-22 years old, but as I said, I'm not very good with this age-thing. They were hiding between a big car and some trees, but from my point of view the car was behind them and the trees were quite far from them, so I had a straight view of them from my balcony. The only limitation was that this happened in the middle of the night. In this time of summer, it is very light in my country, so I clearly saw them squatting there, but because of the dusk I didn't see any "details" other than that. Just a few seconds after I arrived on the balcony, both girls stood up and lifted their pants up. After that, they continued their journey. This incident, in particular, makes me complain about my bad luck. If I would have come to the balcony two minutes earlier, I would have seen the whole situation from the very beginning, from when they arrived, to the end when they left. But, I only saw the last few seconds and it was almost over before I even realized what was happening down there. The last of these stories happened the next day, Sunday afternoon. I was walking to the grocery shop, which is very close to my home. This third story is more difficult to explain, but I’ll try. I was walking on one quiet road which leads to the shop, which passes below a small grassy hill. There is another road going above the hill, so that small grassy area is between these two roads. This "hill" has a very gentle slope; it's not steep and it's not very big in terms of surface area. That small grassy hill is a place where people usually like to sit and spend time on sunny days. It’s never a very populated area, there are not a dozen people sitting on the grass all the time or anything like that, but it's not an uncommon view to see two or three people sitting there on sunny days. I was walking on the road below the hill when I saw a couple on top of the hill. It was a man and a woman, maybe around 25-30 or something, but my guess may also be a little wrong. They were 35 meters/38 yards away from me, I checked that later from Google maps. They came together somewhere from the upper road to the grassy area and my first natural thought was that they are looking for some picnic place on the grass, but then I noticed that it looked like the woman was "going ahead", kind of "sneaking" carefully, without wanting to attract attention. The man seemed a little bit "left behind", like he didn't seem to follow the woman. I got very excited. Could it really be possible that she had a need to find someplace “private”? The man stepped on the grass but stayed close to the road while the woman continued further. I almost couldn't believe my eyes and my luck when I saw how the woman headed to the bushes and stopped in front of them (I had 100% clear view of both of them). I was sure that I already knew what would happen next. At this point, it was already kind of easy to see her intention from her behavior. Something about her body language, maybe the pose of her hands, or some subliminal instinct, told me that she was preparing to lower her pants soon. These bushes covered her completely from anybody walking on the upper road because these bushes were just between the upper road and the grass field. She came from the upper road with the intent to hide "behind" them, but when looking from my direction, this hill was totally open and I saw her clearly. This is a quite long explanation, this text, but the whole situation, from when I noticed them the first time, to the moment when she was standing behind the bushes, that lasted only a few seconds. During these few seconds, I was walking ahead on that lower road, of course. At this point, my bad luck started again. The first thing to happen, was of course that I couldn't stop walking to get a better look at the woman because the man was standing there nearby and was looking around. I don't know if he had noticed me already or not, but I saw him clearly, so he would see me as well if he would look to my direction. So, I had to continue walking. With the man there, I didn't even consider stopping for a look. I still had a view of the woman while I was walking, though. Then more "bad luck" happened. When I first time noticed this couple, I had a clear view of them over the grass field from the road where I was walking. But when walking further down the lower road, there is a long, horizontal, concrete /stone structure, about little bit taller than I am, that starts. It's not actually a fence, but it's easier to explain if I describe it as a fence. So, I call it a fence in this text even if that’s not really it. So, I was walking on that lower road when I noticed that couple and they were at top of the small hill. They were a little bit higher than I was, above me. The woman walked alone to the cover of the bushes (they were quite tall bushes, almost like small trees) while the man stayed further behind. I saw both of them 100% from head to foot. I was walking all the time and exactly at the same moment when the woman was ready to lower her pants and squat down, I reached that concrete "fence". That fence blocked my view, so I saw only half of the woman anymore. I still saw her upper body and her hands over the fence when she started lowering her pants, but I didn't see her legs anymore. Then she simply squatted down and I lost her completely from my view. If I would have stopped walking to take a few steps backward, I would have seen her completely again, but, obviously, I didn't have a choice other than continuing my walk. I know that this sounds like some comedy movie: At the same moment when there is something explicit happening, some object just conveniently blocks the view, but I swear that this really happened. I don't know if I should cry or laugh. I can't believe how bad my luck was. Seeing something like this is very rare for me; it’s only happened a few times in my whole life that I have seen something even remotely similar to this situation. When something like that finally happens just in front of my eyes, I'm just at a slightly wrong place to actually see anything. All three of these things really happened in less than 24 hours while usually, I don't witness this many incidents, even in a whole summer. 
  5. So yesterday I was travelling on the bus when it stopped at a bus stop opposite a petrole station, it was there I noticed a woman stood with her legs tightly crossed using the cash machine, she then uncrossed her legs & started to dance from foot to foot whitch really excited me, she then went in I presume to pay for her petrole, I thought maybe she'd use the loo if there was one but she wasn't long enough & soon came out, got in her car & drove off. I know it's not much but I like to document these things.
  6. I saw this experience while at a theme/adventure park recently, a week or two ago, but I wasn't actively part of it. I'll try and explain in as much detail as I can what I saw. And what I thought may have been going on in her head. I was standing in a group/crowd for a ziplining activity. A little way across from me, just in front, there was a young woman, about 20-25 years old roughly. She was with someone I presume was her boyfriend and it was very obvious that she had to pee. He seemed to be making her laugh quite a bit as she was laughing quite hard over the noise of the crowd. The fact that she had to pee became obvious when she was crossing her legs at the ankles as she stood and alternating this with being bent over at times with her hands deep in her crotch and her butt wriggling. At times, the way this woman was positioned meant I could sometimes sneak a peek at her -- and even after such a laughing fit I was really surprised to see that she hadn't even spurted, with made me doubt if she even had to go to the toilet at all. Nothing showed up on her yoga style pants.. For some reason I didn't think that she could've spurted in her panties. Fortunately my opinion changed as the group moved forward and so this woman was chosen to go on the zipline - allowing more space for us to wait/watch her. Though there was no initial desperation when the harness.. thing.. was slid into place (again this surprised me, I thought the feeling of something so restricting so tight against a bursting bladder could practically tease spurts out) as soon as she got onto the harness it was evident she needed to go. It must've been the feeling of the harness and the actual seat that she had to hold with her legs that caused it... ...but as she started to go down the zipline, she started to piss herself - the crowd could see the large spurts dripping from her and as they dripped off of the tiny seat she was balancing on. I can only imagine how bloody good - but humiliating - it felt for her... as she went down the line there was a clear stream of piss following her on the ground too. I couldn't see her face too well although she was red faced and watching herself a little. And then the impact. Of course during ziplining you don't tend to be in the air forever... this young woman was fast approaching the ground by now and it looked to be a bad impact. She hit the ground with a thud as if it was a worse impact than usual and her bursting bladder clearly couldn't take it any longer. The short spurts from earlier were gone and there was a bit of a hiss as she sat on the ground wetting herself, the mud below becoming wet and soggy and a sizeable puddle spreading beneath her. The entire crowd was in a stunned silence which probably made her more noticeable -- though the lady didn't actually seem to care.. She simply laid and pissed shamelessly into her grey yoga pants, panting at times but otherwise silent to any murmurs coming from the crowd. She had the decency to try and hide the stain spreading on her pants though, hands between her soaking thighs. Her boyfriend ran through the crowd while she was making a (delightful) spectacle of herself, and from my view she had stopped wetting by now though her pants were ruined - a perfect oval piss stain had streamed over her entire crotch and partly down the insides of her thighs. The boyfriend managed to get her harness off and led her off presumably to clean up, I thought. The puddle soaking into the ground was impressive, I genuinely thought she was finished. But no. The boyfriend led the lady back, for some reason, to the ziplining crowd. She wasn't even hiding or anything - I thought she may have wanted to hide the stain from the crowd. And yup, she stood back in her spot as she did before... close enough for me to see that she was wetting herself again-- I could see the stream starting to run down her legs once more and the oval wet patch widening slowly. This wet seemed more deliberate to me though because she didn't appear to fight it in any way, looking around carelessly, and after voiding her bladder somewhat she was able to hold it in as she walked back to the crowd -- so this next wetting was definitely more deliberate. I have to say I feel she is bold, though, because her sweatpants were a pale grey colour and so the puddle of piss collecting in her crotch was quite obvious to see. I took my turn at that point and when I returned she was gone. It then rained, for the rest of the day -- so at least I guess she could've blamed her wetness on the rain, at least... believe me, the rain really was torrential afterwards, and I'm assuming lots of others were as bold as she was.. Myself included. I was sitting in a chair full of rainwater for the rest of the day, so later on that day, while waiting for someone at a ride.. just pushed my crotch into the sopping seat, bore down on my muscles and pissed a decent bit. When I was done, it didn't look as if I'd done anything.. just added to the rain puddles! All in all, a good day. I'm on holiday right now, and similar activities reminded me of this experience!
  7. This sighting happened some years ago, I think we were both around the age of 14-15 when it happened. Anyway, both me and a friend were really into acting, so we decided to hop on the special play our school was holding for only secondary school students (12-18 years old). The play was going to be perfirmed in a well known theatre in my home country, so about 8-12 weeks before the play, we would all go to the theatre and rehearse there, so as to accustom ourselves to the size, entrances, etc... This theatre was about 40 minutes away from our school, so we all went together, in a bus. At first, all was good, I was chatting with one of my friends (for the sake of the story, let's assign a name to her, for example... Samara, dark-ish skinned, average height and straight black hair up to her shoulders) But about 30 minutes into the trip, I had noticed Samara seemed a bit distracted, I asked her if anything was wrong, and she replied she needed to go to the bathroom kinda bad. As I had not discovered my fetish yet (but was somehow "interested" in girls having to pee, oh sweet little innocent creature I was), I didn't think much of it at the time, and just told her "Hey, we are not that far away from the theatre" However, lady luck was not on her side as 5 minutes later, traffic slowed down to a crawl due to 3/4 lanes being blocked due to a crash, it took us 25 minutes to navigate that 5-minute path to the theatre. By this moment, we were already late, so right after we got there, we had to hop on stage and start rehearsing. However, another girl complained she needed the toilet, so the teacher said we would have a break in the middle. Meanwhile, we were still rehearsing, and I could see Samara getting more and more desperate, while on stage she hid it astonishingly well, but backstage she was a squirming mess, grabbing herself when seh thought no-one was looking, and bouncing around like she was on enough sugar to give a heart attack to a buffalo. This particular play had around 25 scenes, and the teacher said the break would be on scene 14, so that gave the girl plenty of time to, ahem, "fill up". I remember vividly that by scene 6, Samara pulled me away and said "I am seriously going to piss myself" I said that I couldn't do anything, but still encouraged her to hold it in. After a while, scene 13 rolled around and Samara was SERIOUSLY desperate, she was now openly holding herself with both hands in backstage, and fidgeted a bit while on stage, in that same scene, I exited, and she exited a bit after me, when she was out, she frantically told me that a little bit had just come out. Finally, the teacher gave us the break and Samara just darted past me, both hands grabbing her crotch for dear life, I ran after her, and quicly caught up since she had to stop running so fast to not leak, she told me, on the verge of tears, that she was at her absolute limit, so I decided to be a good person for once and helped her down the stairs, she grabbed her crotch like she was trying to tear it off, while I held her across the back, and that way, we went down the staircase, into the changing rooms, which had 2 toilets on the entrance. BUT! As we had reached the toilet, Samara's hopes were crushed as 4 girls already stood in a line, 3 of them just minding their business, and the one furthermost back fidgeting a lot. I asked Samara if she could hold it, to which she moved her head side to side frantically, and begged me to help. Just then, I noticed something, the place we were in had a storage room behind it, which had a huge door which was constantly open for when trucks needed to deliver stuff, so if we were quick and stealthy, we could sneak around there and she could pee outside, in a private-ish place. I explained this to her, and she frantically nodded yes. So out went our two adeventurers, I first checked to see if no-one was around, and then, when I confirmed it I signaled Samara to come with me, as she was crossing the doorway, she suddenly doubled over, pressed her hands against her crotch with the fury of a thousand stars and I saw 2 or 3 drops fall. She ducked behind a wall, signaled me to turn away, and peed, I could hear her sighs of relief from about 5m away, and her pent-up pshhhhhhhhhhhh hitting the concrete floor below. She must have peed for a solid minute, which is impressive considerin she has a quite small bladder. after she was done, she hugged me and thanked me for helping her, and we both went back upstairs to finish rehearsing. At the moment, I didn't think much of it, but now, every time I remember it, I feel extremely aroused. When I confessed my fetish to her (we often talk very openly about our sexual lives, since neither of us considers the topic a "taboo") the first thing she said was "You must have enjoyed that time at the theatre then" I really loved sharing this story with you, If I'm not lazy, I'll maybe even make it into a short comic!
  8. On a couple of occasions, I've witnessed another person peeing themselves, and one time I even heard how my brother's friend teased him for messing himself. If you're interested in hearing about these situations, I can share them in wetting experiences, but now is the time to talk about feelings. Both kinds of situations are an insane turn-on for me. I love it when another person accidentally wets or messes themselves with their clothes on, especially if it happens in the kind of situation where there's no danger of seeing that person naked. According to all rationality, I should need to change my own pants after witnessing something like that. But no. It makes me feel bad instead. I feel strong co-embarrassment for the other person, I just want the situation to end and forget about it. It feels so stupid, because "internet-materials" are usually not as good as real-life situations. Videos, comics and written stories about accidents often include nudity or sexual content, and that kind of stuff disgusts me and turns me off. In real life, the person who has an accident just goes away to clean themselves in private, which allows me to see the best part and skip the disgusting nude part. But I just want to avoid any memories I have of such events, they make me uncomfortable and embarrassed, it's almost as if the accident happened to myself. Which doesn't make any sense, because my own waste disposal system is made of steel, I've never had a daytime accident since I was a baby. I shouldn't be feeling so strongly with them for something that's never happened to myself. Then again, I greatly enjoy reading about the situations that you people have experienced or witnessed. It feels real enough to be interesting, but not too real to be embarrassing. It's such a waste of good experiences when I can't enjoy the stuff I've witnessed myself, though. My empathy is working hard overtime. Anyone else?
  9. As I mentioned in my new year's eve story I had a desperation sighting which I said I would share with you guys so here it is…. After midnight and everyone had celebrated the new year the pub started to quieten down which is usually does as most people leave around half past 12. For the next hour or so the crowd continued to dissipate until there were only regulars left, most of which were our family. At 2 o’clock we closed the bar and started cleaning up. The taxi office across the street had a huge queue of people so Matty offered his dad and uncle a lift home. As they went to get their coats he asked a couple in the corner how they were getting home. They said they would get a taxi and he offered them a lift as well. He came to me and said he was taking them home, then his dad and uncle then he would come back. I let them out and went back to cleaning up. After I finished tidying up behind the bar I cashed up and took the money to the safe then locked up the kitchen. I then went round and locked both the ladies and gents toilets and the cellar. I went back to the bar and chatted to danny who is matty’s cousin. Him and his girlfriend Lucy had come over for New Years and were staying at our house. I stood chatting to danny for 5 minutes then saw Lucy get up and walk over to the ladies toilets. When she got there she obviously found it locked and walked back. I told her I had locked them and said she could use the one in the flat upstairs. She shook her head and said she was fine, she would wait until she got back to ours. I just went with it and didn’t think anymore about it. 10 minutes later my sister and her bf said they were heading home and were taking Alice and an old guy Billy who is one of our regulars. The four of them left leaving me, danny, lucy and a girl called Abby who is a really good friend of ours and we were giving a lift home to save her waiting for a taxi. (I should give a description of Lucy, She is roughly 5 foot 8, shoulder length brunette hair, really cute, athletic build and on this occasion she was wearing a black top and tight white jeans) Matty got back about ten minutes later and whilst he went round and checked everything we all went and got in his car. He came out and locked up and then we set off for Abby’s house. She was sat in the front with Matty and I was sat in the back with Danny and Lucy. I noticed Lucy shifting her legs and and every so often bouncing them. I suddenly remembered that she was going to the toilet but never did, that was almost half an hour ago and I found myself wondering how badly she needed to go. The thought turned me on and I spent the journey to Abby’s house watching her legs bounce. When we got there she was chatting to Matty about the following day and Lucy was looking at them both biting her lip. I was now convinced she was desperate to pee and she looked like she was silently urging them to hurry up and stop talking. When they did finish their conversation Abby said goodbye to us all and got out. I hopped out and got into front seat and we waited until she had gone inside her house. When she got inside and Matty started the engine Lucy suddenly said “I didn’t want to say anything whilst she was here but now she is gone it's less embarrassing”. We all looked at her and she laughed and said “can you hurry up and get back to yours, i’m dying for a wee”. She started bouncing her legs more openly and we all laughed. We set off towards our house and all I could think about was her sitting behind me squirming. She was quiet for pretty much the whole journey until we pulled on the gravel track that leads to our house and she patted Matty on the shoulder and said “come on come on come on”. He laughed and when we were waiting for our gate to open she laughed and said “could this thing go any slower”. We pulled into our drive and parked up and she jumped out and ran over to the door. When she found it locked she started pee dancing and waited for us to come and open it. We all went inside and I kicked off my shoes and started walking upstairs. Matty followed me up and when we walked into our bedroom he asked if I wanted the bathroom and I shook my head and he went into our en-suite.I heard Lucy coming up the stairs and she went into our guest room and put her bag in there then dashed across the landing towards the bathroom. She found it locked and realised someone was in there. She moaned and came to my room and asked who it was. I shouted Alice and she came in so I realised it was my sister and her bf in the shower. She asked me if she could use our bathroom and I said she could, when matty was finished. She walked over to the door and knocked and shouted “hurry up Matty or im gonna wet myself”. She grabbed her crotch and crossed her legs and started dancing”. Watching her dance by the door waiting was so hot and after what she just said I wondered just how close she was to wetting herself”. I watched her for a couple of minutes and then Matty came out and she dashed inside. She came out a few minutes later and smiled and said “woooo feel much better now”. We all laughed and she went to get changed into her pyjamas. We did the same and we all sat in the kitchen having a drink and some supper before we all went to bed. It’s the first time I have met her and I certainly won’t forget her easily.
  10. My First Sighting I have no idea if this is the correct place to put this. Please forgive me and advise me if it should have been elsewhere. I probably saw other kids being desperate, or wet themselves when I was quite young, but I don’t really remember that. What I do remember is that one particular year when I was maybe eight I saw something that I’ve since realised probably had a lot to do with my current interest in pee, although at the time, and really even now that particular incident wasn’t for me a sexual thing, just something fascinating. We were going away to a place in the mountains, for a family holiday, and there were two carloads of relatives going there. In our car there was Mum and Dad, me of course, Grandma and her sister. Dad had been driving for what seemed like forever to me, and we were in the bush not apparently near any towns or anything when Grandma suggested to Dad that maybe it would be nice if we stopped so that we could pick some gum leaves. Her sister suggested that maybe we should just keep driving and that way we’d get there sooner. Over a period of time more or less the same conversation was repeated several times. In due course Dad stopped beside the road and suggested that this should be a good place to find some. Mum took my hand and accompanied by Grandma we walked a little way into the bush. Grandma’s sister lingered behind and seemed a little annoyed. Once we were behind some trees Mum said if I needed to wee now would be a good place, and she helped me undress to squat there in the same fashion as Grandma was already starting to do. A very short time later Grandma’s sister came hurrying into the clearing where we were, complaining that somebody should have told her what we were up to, because she was desperate. With one hand and in a single movement she lifted her skirt and pulled her underwear all to one side and before she’d hardly even started to squat a really strong stream of pee squirted out. As she squatted she overbalanced and fell backwards, and momentarily her stream of pee arched upwards, before she rolled over sideways and got onto her hands and knees into a sort of doggy position from which she then struggled to stand up. All the time she did this the pee was still streaming out and it only slowed to a dribble punctuated by the odd spurt as she stood up again. Pee seemed to have gone everywhere. She seemed really grumpy as she straightened her clothing, but almost miraculously none of it was too wet. I’d never seen anything like that before, and actually never since either, and it had all unfolded right in front of me. It was a real revelation to me that it wasn’t only kids that would get desperate like that. Prior to then it never occurred to me that others, even adults, who to kids like me seemed to have such control over everything, could be in a situation like that. On the way back to the car Mum and Grandma explained how nobody actually picks gum leaves. It was just a signal to Dad to look for a good place to stop the car where there were some trees or bushes to go behind, and so that nobody had to even mention such a thing as pee in mixed company. I’m sure that they had no idea that it would be so clearly etched in my memory, or that now I’d be finding pleasure in seeing people who need to pee.
  11. Alright, for my first post on this forum, I'll recount something that happened a couple of years ago, back when I was in high school. A few quick notes: my school is fairly small and therefore has a combined elementary/middle/high school system (don't ask...). Also, some parts of the story have been edited either to make them more understandable without the context of actually being there or due to privacy concerns. Alright, let's get on with the story! During the annual school musical performed by Grades 4-7 (Elementary+Part of Middle School), high school students like me were usually chosen to act as stagehands, managing props, music and lighting cues. That year (I was in Grade 10), I was luckily chosen to be "stage manager", which essentially meant spending weeks in rehearsals making notes about the play to be used during the actual performance, as well as getting the added bonus of a wireless earpiece to scream at people with ;). Anyways, during the play itself (which was "The Wizard of Oz"), the Grade 6 girl playing Dorothy was getting fairly... nervous regarding her role. She was constantly fidgeting and drinking a lot of water for a supposed headache. Now, nerves and water aren't a very good combo, and she was fairly desperate back in the wings by the time a fellow stagehand and I had completed the obviously mandatory "Please turn off all mobile devices, blah blah blah" speech. She was okay for the first scene, only fidgeting a tiny bit on stage. However, during the second scene, right in the middle of a line... You guessed it. She had an accident on stage. She immediately turned her back to the audience and started weeping; due to the fact that the person assigned to the curtains and lighting was coincidentally in the bathroom (get it? ;) ), I had to run on stage, drag the curtains closed, and run over to comfort her. What do you mean I had other motives besides making her feel better and fullfilling my duty as stage manager...? *devilish looks ensue*
  12. This morning I went to a car-boot sale & I saw a woman of about 30-35 who was selling clothes. I noticed she was dancing from foot to foot but it was quite cold so I thought maybe she’s just a bit chilly, I carried on looking round the boot sale but could not resist going back to have another look just in case she was desperate. There was a bar near to her stall so I went back to have a glass of wine & to enjoy the view, I can tell you I was not disappointed. She was still dancing from foot to foot but every now & then she would suddenly spin round & take a few giant steps away from her stall as if to control a strong urge to go but that’s not all, at one point when she was tidying the clothes up I could swear she was pressing herself into the corner of her stall. I could have stayed there all day but unfortunately I had to go but I have good memories.
  13. maabdl

    Getting new Glasses

    About a week ago I went into LensCrafters to get a new pair of glasses. I thought it would be a good idea to wear an ATN. Well, the good thing is that it was a good idea and I was enjoying myself very much. After I picked out the pair I wanted, I decided it was time to get myself some lunch in the food court. After a large Coke, my bladder was ready to release... I peed! I decided it would be a good idea to get a few things at Target before I went to pick up my lenses. I had a few iced teas. The wetting experience come in now. I was sitting in the waiting area and letting the ATN do its thing. I thought I was safe... Not quite so. I stood up and lo-and-behold a large wet spot on my bottom and on the chair. I leaked big time! And, I still had more to come. As soon as I was fitted, I waddled out and realized what was left... I leaked all ove=r the mall floor. It fealt so good, but at the time I was freaking out in my head about who was seeing me... Yep, that is my latest wetting experience!
  14. This is nothing much but i enjoyed it so I thought I'd tell you all about it. Today I went shopping in Leeds, which is a big city near to where i live. When I got there I went to a record shop I like, which is on the second floor of an old shopping centre. Opposite the shop are the public toilets that have a automatic gate you have to insert twenty pence into, to get in. As I came to the top of the stairs I noticed a woman stood outside the toilets who stopped a man passing by to ask him something, he said something back to her and then carried on. I stopped outside the shop to finish something i was eating, glanced back over to the toilets and noticed the woman was trying to get my attention. I went over to see what she wanted and she told me she had put twenty pence in the gate but it hadn't opened and she didn't have any more change, I offered to give her the money but she told me someone had gone to find someone open it for her. I find it odd she didn't take the money because she started to bob up and down and was saying come on hurry up, then she crossed her legs, gritted her teeth and told me she was going to pee herself if they didn't hurry. I have to admit at this point I was rather exited at her predicament and thought I might get to see a real accident for the first time but then two ladies turned up, the woman told them what she told me so they tryed the gate and it opened so they went through and reluctently it seemed followed by the woman Thinking about it now i wonder if she is one of us and it was all just an act, I wish I could have talked to her a bit more and found out a bit more. Sorry about the bad grammar I'm not a very good writer.
  15. These are all true sightings I've seen in recent years. The earliest was when I was 12 and I was on a plane to New York with family. As I was getting in my seat there was a foreign family sitting in the next lane of seats beside me. I think they were Chinese. There was a little girl with them who looked about six and her mother sounded like she was scolding her and the little girl seemed a bit upset. I looked to see if I could figure out what was going on and I noticed the little girl was wearing sort of hot pink color what looked sort of like PJ bottoms, but what really stood out was that she had a giant wet patch on them. She seemed embarrassed about the whole thing as well. Another was a few months ago where I was in a car park outside of Starbucks and there were a couple walking towards their car. They both looked to be in their thirties and the woman was flat out squeezing her crotch with her hand and wasn't even trying to hide it at all. A few weeks ago I went to see a movie with my new girlfriend and halfway through the movie she started fidgeting in her seat and eventually she started grabbing her crotch and crossing and uncrossing her legs constantly. I was too shy to ask if she needed to pee and she also doesn't know about all the omorashi stuff yet. And just yesterday I was walking past a bust stop and there was a girl who looked to be in her early twenties moving up and down like she needed to pee really bad. Well those were some sightings, hopefully one day I'll get to see a real life wetting. I think I'm lucky having all these sightings be girls
  16. Despguy123

    female Airport desperation

    I’ve been abroad on a business trip for the past few days and just flew back to the UK a few hours ago. After leaving the plane and heading towards border control I found myself walking behind a very attractive blonde-haired lady. She was slim, quite short, in her mid 20s and dressed professionally in a black business jacket, grey skirt, black tights and flat black shoes. As we walked, I noticed that she kept looking around, peering through every window and down every corridor we passed. As we got closer to border control and she started looking more worried, I wondered if she might be looking for the toilets, but I knew that the closest toilets were the other side of the passport checks so she was going to be disappointed. Sure enough, as we reached the border control area she slowed her pace when she saw the very long queue, glancing around again before joining the back of the queue with a frustrated sigh. A couple of seconds after we joined the queue, she quickly crossed her legs, bobbing very slightly on the spot as she pushed her thighs together. She looked quite frustrated, and I was pretty sure now that she needed a pee, but judging by the length of the queue snaking out in front of us we probably still had another 10-15 minutes to wait. She pulled out her phone and checked it, keeping her legs tightly crossed, occasionally glancing up towards the front of the line. Every so often the queue inched forwards slowly, and she had to uncross her legs to take a couple of steps, crossing them again tightly as soon as she stopped walking, bobbing a little each time as she tensed her thighs. Occasionally, if the queue hadn’t moved for a few seconds, she glanced up from her phone and sighed quietly, uncrossing her legs before quickly re-crossing them the other way. Sometimes, rather than cross her legs straight away after making a few steps forwards, she would stand with one knee bent towards the other for a few seconds, sometimes jiggling on the spot a little bit, staring down at the snaking queue with a look of frustration on her face. When we were about halfway down the line, she glanced round and recognised a couple of her colleagues (a man and a woman, both in their mid 20s) who were in the queue several places behind us. She smiled at them and said hello, and after a bit of small talk, she crossed her legs again and admitted her predicament. ‘I’m absolutely dying for the toilet’ she said quietly in a lovely southern English accent, smiling but looking a bit embarrassed, a delicate blush painting her cheeks. The man didn’t seem to care too much, but the woman gave her a sympathetic smile in return. ‘I really need the toilet’ she said, bobbing on the spot as if to emphasise how badly she needed to go, before turning her attention back to the front of the queue as it inched forward yet again, agonisingly slowly. As we got closer to the front, she was starting to look really frantic. She was still blushing, and couldn’t stand for more than a couple of seconds without crossing her legs. It looked to me like she was absolutely bursting to go for a wee, desperately trying to hang on for just a few more minutes, but was trying her hardest to stay professional and not dance around on the spot. The only thing she could do to help her wait was to keep her legs firmly crossed and squeeze her thighs together as tightly as she could, bobbing on the spot ever so slightly. She had put her phone away now, and all her attention was focused on the front of the queue as it continued to inch forward. Eventually, we got to the front and our passports were checked. I walked through to the next area and pulled out my phone to ring back some of my missed calls during the flight. I noticed someone pacing around close to where I was standing, and sure enough, it was the bursting lady from the queue. Even though the toilets were only a few metres away, she had decided to hang around and wait a few more seconds for her colleagues to join her. She was pacing back and forth impatiently, looking at her phone but constantly glancing up to check if her colleagues had come through yet. She was rosy-cheeked and flustered and couldn’t stand still at all, looking absolutely frantic now that relief was only seconds away after waiting so long. After a few seconds of urgent pacing, her male colleague came through border control and started wandering slowly over to her, engrossed in his phone. She quickly walked over and rolled her luggage case in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. ‘Could you look after my case for me while I go to the toilet?’ she said quickly, the urgency clear in her voice. It seemed though that he didn’t really understand what she was asking as English wasn’t his first language. He muttered something about there being toilets in the main arrivals bit of the airport. She crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot, failing to hide her frustration. ‘But there’s toilets there...’ she said, pointing towards the toilet doors, but he wasn’t really listening as he was too engrossed in whatever he was doing on his phone. Just then, her female colleague joined them, and asked what they were talking about. The desperate lady uncrossed her legs, and took a couple of steps towards the toilets. ‘No idea’ she said with a laugh, before quickly adding ‘would you mind looking after my case please? I really need the toilet’. Her colleague said of course, and she thanked her before walking quickly towards the loos. She came out a couple of minutes later looking extremely relieved!
  17. My question is, have you ever seen a teenage (from 7 to 18 yo) wearing, buying or talking about diaper? tell your experience
  18. Gemmy

    female The Desperate Wally

    Before I start the story i will explain the title. I don't mean Wally as in someone who is being daft and stupid. I mean Wally as in the character, or for my American readers Waldo. I have always loved "Where's Wally" and this experience made me love it so much more. So the tale begins about half 11 at night and me and my husband were sat on the platform waiting for our train home. We had been out for a meal to celebrate our friends birthday and were now heading home. As we were sat waiting the train on the platform next to ours pulled in and a load of people got off. Amongst which were a group of about 30 women of all ages dressed up as Wally. The train had come from the coast and it was obvious they were out celebrating something and had been to the seaside and by the looks of them they had a good day. They stood on the platform chatting and they said their goodbyes and some left the station and others went to different platforms. After about 10 minutes there were only two left and i couldnt take my eyes off them. They were both mid 20's and they were the sexiest wally's i had ever seen. Some of the other women were more...conservative....with their costumes but these two both had on small tight spandex shorts and stripey vest tops that showed a whole lot of cleavage and to top it off they both had cute little hats on. I will post a pic at the bottom so you have an idea. They came and sat on the bench behind ours and were chatting away about their day and it was obvious they were both a bit tipsy. Out of nowhere the blonde one said "i could do with a wee.....but i really cant be bothered going all the way across to the other platform to use the toilets, and anyway the train will be here in a couple of minutes". Her friend replied with "well they are probably shut anyway, i mean look around, there is only me and you and this couple sat behind us". A couple of minutes later our train pulled in and we got on and sat on the first table seat in the carriage. The two girls got on and sat on the table opposite ours, luckily for us. As they sat down the blonde girl put her legs up on the seat and I almost fell out of my chair. The spandex on her shorts had stretched across her pussy leaving little to the imagination, it was now obvious she was wearing nothing underneath. Five minutes passed and all i had done was stare at the sexy sight opposite me. By now i could feel my own bladder start to feel really full due to the wine i had had with dinner. I crossed my legs and went back to admiring. The train set off and as we travelled along I absently mindedly watched lights flying by the window trying to figure out what they were from and where we were. All the while i was aware that my bladder was almost full and i was getting really desperate. I couldn't stop wiggling in my seat and my husband obviously noticed as he gave me a knowing smile and i mouthed "i really need a wee". He winked and said "yeah so do i". I went back to looking out the window now thinking about both of us needing to pee and wondering what we could do when we got home. I was brought back to reality suddenly by the brunette giggling and saying "you ok?". I looked round and the blonde said "yeah, just you know i said i could do with a wee when we were at the station.....well now i could really do with a wee". I looked down and noticed her hand pressed on her crotch and a little wiggle occurring. I completely forgot she had said she needed to pee. The brunette teased her about it to which the blonde replied "its not funny, its getting really bad now". For the next 10 minutes i watched her as her wiggling got more and more noticeable. Suddenly mid sentence she leaned forward and said "oh god i need to pee so bad" and glanced down". I looked at her crotch where she was looking and saw a tiny little wet patch on the front of her shorts. My mind exploded, i knew she needed to pee but i didn't realise it was that bad. Her friend laughed at the wet spot and teased her about wetting herself to which she said "its not funny, i nearly am wetting myself". As she said this I felt a tap on my leg and turned round and my husband said "she isn't the only one" and squirmed. I winked at him and rubbed my belly and he winked back. The announcer said we were approaching our stop and the girls stood up and went and stood by the door. We stood up and went and stood behind them. The blonde girl was stood wiggling and dancing and i was mesmerised by her spandex covered bum wiggling from side to side. The train pulled into the station and the doors opened. The two girls got off and moved to the side to let us off. As we got off the brunette said that she was going the opposite way as she was being picked up in the car park.. Me and my husband were climbing up the stairs and when we got to the top i looked down and they were saying thier goodbyes. The blonde was stood pee dancing and i loved the fact she was desperate but was just chatting so casually. Watching her pee dance was making my need worse and as i thought this my husband said "i cant hold it much longer, im gonna go pee". We only live round the corner from the station but there are times that we pee in an alleyway over the road from the station, sometimes cos we feel naughty and want to pee outside and other times cos we are so desperate we know we wont make it the small walk round the corner. I nodded at him and he walked over the road and i followed. He went into the alleyway and went round into the courtyard. It was an old factory with a few garages but it has been in disuse ever since i was a kid so we were never bothered about peeing there. He told me to keep a look out and i said i would and told him to hurry up because now i was so close to being able to pee the urge was so much stronger and i was almost wetting myself. Just as i said this the girl appeared at the top of the stairs and hurried across the road towards me. As she came into the alleyway it was obvious she was coming to do the same as us. I told my husband to wait but she heard me and must of realised what was happening because she said "oh no don't stop cos of me i wont look......im here to do the same". Suddenly there was a splashing sound as his pee hit against the wall. The sound send shock waves to my bladder and it must have affected her too as she started dancing. She looked at my leg bobbing and asked if i needed to go too. I nodded and she laughed and said "its not often you get a queue". I laughed and asked if she wanted to go first. She said "no its fine, you were here first....just promise you will be quick". I giggled and said i would. My husband finished and came round the corner. I dashed past him, pulled down my knickers and lifted my skirt up, before i could squat down it came gushing out and ran down my legs, i quickly squatted down and sighed in relief. The girl shouted round the corner "oh god that sounds nice, please be quick im gonna burst......oh god". The knowledge she was stood just round the corner on the verge of wetting herself waiting for me to finish was such a turn on. I eventually finished peeing and stood up and fixed my clothing and walked back out. I stopped dead, she was stood bent over with her hands buried in her crotch with small leaks of pee running down her legs. She looked up and said "oh god and ran past me round the corner". There was a huge sigh and the sound of pee hitting the concrete. The sound was amazing. After a couple of minutes she re-emerged looking a bit shy. My husband asked if she was ok and she nodded sheepishly". I looked down and saw her shorts were dripping wet. I looked at her and she said "i didn't have time to take them off, the moment i got round there it burst out and i couldn't stop it....im so embarrassed. I told her not to be embarrassed and my husband asked her how she was getting home. She said she was going to ring a taxi but now she was too embarrassed to. He told her to come with us and he would give her a lift home. She walked round to our house with us and he nipped inside, grabbed a towel and his car keys and came back out. He put the towel on the front seat and she got in. He came round and kissed me and said he would be back shortly. I went inside and went upstairs. My mind was filled with the image of her squirming, dancing, her wet shorts. My hand found their way up my skirt and next thing i knew i heard a cough and found my husband stood at the end of the bed and said "you naughty girl"......the rest I will leave to your imagination . Here is the pic of the fancy dress she was wearing, it was very similar to this -
  19. The last weekend I had one of my best desperation sightings this year. Please, if you have ethical problems with my interest of watching a foreign desperate girl on a crowded market and finding the situation very exciting, don’t read my experience. It was not the girl itself, who was interesting for me; it was her need for a toilet. If my experience is against the rules, feel free to report it or delete it, I understand this. I posted this experience on another board too, so don’t wonder if you read it there too. I swear by god, every word is true and happened exactly as described. After I saw this and was at home again, I rode down immediately what was burned in my brain to give it back as detailed as possible. I visited the Christmas market in my hometown and around noon I thought time to eat something. I got to a market stand where warm food was served and ordered a little snack “to go”. It was cold, around 0 degrees but without snow this year. Standing there and waiting for my food, I looked at the people around me and noticed a slim teenage girl, standing on a table next to me, drinking from a bottle of orange soda. She was together with her parents, younger brother and sister (at least it seemed so to me) and several other adults. All of the adults were drinking a hot wine punch which was common on markets like this. She was wearing black tight stretch pants with black winter boots and a grey winter coat which reached over her butt until her cheeks. She had a pretty face and shoulder length brown hair under a grey woolen hat and a dark pair of gloves. The reason my eyes caught the girl was because of her behavior. She sipped from her bottle and after standing still a while, she did a slight curtsy (bending her knees, with her tights together, as if she tried to squat down, but only a little bit, hard to explain, but she did this very often). Now, I thought about what could be the reason for such movements? It could be from standing very long on a market like this, or it was because of the coldness and she froze, or… she had to pee. I decided to keep an eye on her. She seemed to become more restless and began marching on the spot and doing another curtsy, all very inconspicuous. She continued standing with her legs crossed and one time lifted her one knee. For me, it was clear she had to pee. Naturally I had no idea how long they were already here on the market. I received my snack and began to eat, still standing there. She got more restless and got away from the table they were standing, behind the others and said something to her mother. It seemed to me she couldn’t stand still and had to keep in motion compared with another little curtsy and another leg high lift. A few minutes later they all were ready with their drinks and they continued their tour through the market. The girl again said something to her mother but I was too far away to understand anything. It looked like she tried to hurry them; her facial expression told me that. Because they went down to the center of the marked, which was also the direction I had to go, I could easily follow them through the crowded market street. I don’t know if they know, but around 50 meters in their direction, there was a building with an open public toilet, not good to see from the street but accessible for everyone. They even stopped in front of that building because there was also a market stall with candy and chocolate things and she did another curtsy. Some of the others bought anything and they had to wait. I also bought some with fruits covered with chocolate for my girlfriend for the evening. The girl couldn’t stand straight now. Either she was standing in a high-squat position (legs apart but together and knees slightly bend) or she crossed her legs. There were a lot of people between us and around us and I can’t be sure but if I heard it right she said to her mother “Mom, I have to pee”, but her mother didn’t respond. One time, with crossed legs, she lifted her left leg so high, that her ankle reached over the knee of her right leg (hard to describe). That only took a second and after that she crossed her legs again. I don’t know if the others did notice her desperate attempts to hold her pee, but no one seem to care about her. Right after this, she stood still with her legs apart as nothing happened. Maybe she had to control waves of desperation I think. After that, they kept going on to a small stage on the market place, where actually a group of kids were singing Christmas songs. With her mother on her side, they watched a few minutes and during that she stood still but crossed her legs in a very special way. She pressed her thighs so tight together, that the tips of her feet made a triangle (like this /\ but with crossed legs, try this – not easy). From time to time she was looking on her mobile, surely to check the time. Around 5 Minutes later they kept going on and from what I could hear, they were going o the train station to catch the next train. There were only a few parking lots around the town, a lot of people arrived with the train or bus to this market. Good for me, because I also had to catch the next train. I lost them in the crowd and the next time I saw her again, she was standing with her mother at a market stand where incense cones were sold. She didn’t show any signs of desperation now and I think as long as they were moving she could control her need much better. They moved on to a stand for bubble tea. Standing there, she talked with her mother and again did a curtsy and crossed her legs and lifted her foot one time. The two males, who were with them (maybe her father but it didn’t seem so) had left the group for another cup of hot punch a bit earlier and the girl, her mother and her brother were waiting there and looking after them. She couldn’t stand straight again. She hooked her little brother from behind and seesawed with him back and forth, so her squatting and bending moves were not that obvious. A few of the others joined the group again but the two males seemed lost. I’m sure she tried to hide her desperation. She did curtsy’s again and again, standing a bit apart from the group but she never used her hands to hold herself until now. She alternated between the curtsy’s and lifting her right heel from the ground and turned her right leg inwards, so that her thighs get contact. For the first time, she rested her left hand on her left thigh, in the near of her crotch. They could see the train station from where they were standing and she looked down there with pleading eyes. I noticed, she couldn’t keep her hands still and continuously rub them together or was folding her fingers. Another time she was holding the arm of her mother from behind and looked over her shoulder up the road. Because she was as tall as her mother, she had to bend down for this and it wasn’t so obvious. She looked again at her mobile, and she got a few steps away from her mother and brother down the road, obviously to keep moving on. But they kept standing there. With this, I’m sure a strong wave of desperation hit her, because she did a curtsy, deeper than before on the side of the road and made a fist with both hands and grimaced. A moment later, she was bending her knees down and rubbed with both hands on the inside of her thighs and high enough to reach her crotch. I was standing too far away to see if reached her crotch. Two of the others of the group joined again and she stopped her moves immediately. I can’t understand why her mother didn’t notice her daughter’s predicament. After that, she fidget more and more but to her luck, they kept on walking to the train station. First she was able to stand still waiting for the train, but it lasted not long and she crossed her legs again and rubbed her thighs with her hands, but did not hold her crotch. Again, she rested on her brother with her arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. That allowed her to stand in a forward bend position. She did a few other curtsy’s and looked at her phone from time to time. Facing to the group, she tried to stand as still as possible. But it seemed with every wave of desperation, she couldn’t prevent a sudden curtsy. Interestingly, one of the other women offered her to snip from their cup of hot punch, which she denied by shaking her head very clearly. A few minutes later, she hung again on her mother’s arm, bending forward. A minute later their train arrived and they got in. The story ends here because I had to take the train in the opposite direction to going home. So it left by my and your imagination what happened later. One thing was clear to me; this girl had to pee very desperately and was trying to hide how bad she needed a toilet. The train they took had toilets but was packed with many people. I have no idea if they were able to sit down. If not, it would have been a very hard journey for the girl, or she had to admit her need and use the toilet. In the best case, they lived in the next town, which would mean a 10 minutes train ride and either they could walk directly to their house or whatever or, they had parked their car on a big parking lot right at the train station what would mean another desperate car ride for her homeward. Whatever… I’m sure she was not able to hold her pee much longer, but who knows…
  20. Gemmy

    female Desperate Quest

    This is the last story that I am posting that was once in my sightings thread, the others are either short paragraphs or I don't have copies of them. But that is good news for those of you who like my personal adventure stories as now I will get back to writing them soon . Desperate Quest for a Bathroom Me and my boyfriend were at a Christmas street party they were having in our local town, Christmas market, street performers, live music and dancers...all round general merriment, and throughout the day they kept announcing the line up of entertainment on the main stage and one of the main acts was the local panto dance crew doing some of their routines. We were stood quite near the stage and stood next to us was a girl with her friends, I would say she was in her late twenties and she was dancing like mad to the tunes they were playing and I couldn’t help but watch her shake her sexy ass in her tight black leggings :p We were stood there for a while watching all the performers and events on the stage and I noticed her leaning on the fencing bobbing her leg and a few minutes later she said to her friend when this singers done I'm gonna go to the loo and I immediately was fascinated by her leg bobbing. The singer finished and the announcer came on and informed us that the panto crew were next on to which the girl said “oooh I wanna watch these, I heard they're good”. Five minutes later they came on stage and began their routine and throughout the performance she was getting more and more fidgety, bobbing and crossing her legs. The performance lasted about 15 minutes and the crew left the stage and the announcer came on and said what was coming next but I wasn’t paying attention, I was watching the girl. When the announcer finished and the music came back on she turned to her friend and said “right, I'm off to the loo” and her friend asked where and she said Mcdonalds and set off then she did something which made me follow her, she set off walking up towards Mcdonalds which is just up the road and then came back and held out her bag and said “hold that whilst I go” and her friend looked at her in confusion and the girl then said “hurry up and take it” and squeezed her thighs together, I then knew I had to follow her. She set off up the road at quite a pace and I quickly followed behind her, she reached the road and was stood waiting for the green man to appear and all the while was stood subtly squeezing her thighs together, which only those of omo intention would recognise as a sign of desperation. She crossed the road and started doing a midway between walk and run up the road. She got to the front of Mcdonalds and there was a huge crowd of people, with it being busy in town it was packed inside and she slowly made her way inside and I followed. She headed for the toilets and I thought my fun was over until a staff member stopped her and informed her that if she wasn't a customer she could not use the toilets and after asking him to make an exception he said no explaining that because of the huge crowds outside loads of people were trying to use them and were blocking up the restaurant. She then turned round and headed out the door and tried next door in Subway but had the same problem in there, a problem for her but not for me ;)....she came out and headed back down to where her friends were. Her friend went to give her her bag back but she said “i haven’t been yet, they wouldn’t let me use them because I wasn’t a customer....where else is there I could go” and her friend said “i don’t know let me think”.... “well think fast cos I'm quite desperate” replied the girl and proceeded to cross her legs and bob up and down, which as you can imagine seeing and hearing that turned me on something wicked :p. Her friend thought for a moment then said “go to the bus station, its not too far” “good idea ill be back in a bit” she replied and set off and her friend shouted “hang on ill come with ya”...so they both set off towards the bus station, with me closely following behind :p They made their way through the crowd and went into the alleyway which cuts through and leads straight to the bus station. Once down the alleyway and out of the crowds she became a lot more vocal about her need saying to her friend “come on, hurry up, I need a wee” and all the while kept squeezing her legs together. All of a sudden she stopped dead and grabbed herself, bending forward causing her leggings to stretch and go see through, which obviously only lead to me becoming more aroused... Her friend turned round and asked what was up to which the girl replied “whats up....WHATS UP....im nearly wetting myself is what’s up” and then she said “I might just have to go here”...which the thought that she was desperate enough to consider peeing right there was so arousing. “you cant go here, there’s people about, just come on” said her friend and they set off again. Upon reaching the bus station, after many stops of leg crossing and bobbing along the way, they went down to where the toilets were and found the ladies were closed for cleaning and seeing this the girl nearly cried “oh god what now” her friend then pointed out it said to use the disabled one round the corner. They went round and outside the disabled toilet were two woman. They joined the queue and just as they did the first of the two woman went in. She stood there with her hand in her crotch bobbing up and down and crossing her legs and every time she crossed her legs she made little gasping noises and sucked air through her teeth and those noises were driving me crazy. The second woman then came out and she was left standing outside the door doing her cross legged gasping routine....she then suddenly let out a moan and began dancing on the spot and then she aid something which nearly floored me.... “oooo hurry up, I cant hold it much longer, if she doesn’t hurry up I'm gonna burst”. Then she started bobbing going “oh, oh, oh, oh” over and over. Eventually the woman vacated the toilet and she ran in and came out a few minutes later looking very relieved and I watched her walk off and couldn’t help but imagine that her knickers were not entirely dry and had a nice little wet patch on the front.