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  1. 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?
  2. Years ago, I was on a train into central London after an assessment centre at a company office (basically an all-day job interview). On the train with me were two other candidates, a talkative Indian guy and a quiet, shy Indian woman called Sudheera. We were all chatting and then after a couple of stops the guy got off so it was just me and Sudheera sitting together in a rather empty carriage. We were chatting about the assessment day and life in general, and she told me that she had recently moved to London from India to complete her studies and was searching for her first graduate job. She was wearing a smart grey trouser suit with heels and was very fidgety, she kept jiggling her legs and pressing her hands into her lap and leaning forwards slightly. I thought she might just be cold or tired after the assessment day. After a while, she asked me to look after her bag and she walked down the train into the next carriage. After a couple of minutes, she came back looking worried and asked me shyly if there were any toilets on the train. I said that I wasn't sure but would go and check down the other end of the train, but I couldn't find any. When I returned to her and told her that there were no toilets she looked quite upset. I asked if she was going to be OK and she told me quietly that she wanted to pee very badly and did not realise the train would not have toilets. I tried to comfort her by saying that it would not be long until we reached our destination, and she replied that she had been needing to go for hours at the assessment centre but did not want to appear unprofessional by asking the interviewers where the toilets were. I realised that she had probably not peed since leaving her house that morning, and now she was stuck holding on until she could finally use the toilets at our destination which was still around 40 minutes away. We continued chatting to take her mind off her need to pee but she was clearly distracted and asked me several times if it would be much longer before we arrived. She kept squirming in her seat and sighing under her breath, running her hands over her thighs and occasionally tightly crossing her legs with a hand pressed between them. She was clearly close to wetting herself and even though I was extremely turned on, I felt very sorry for her and said that I'd help her find the toilets once we arrived at the station. As we got closer to the station and the train slowed down, we stood up and moved to stand by the doors. She stood with her legs crossed, looking out at the passing scenery while holding onto the hand rail with one hand, the other hidden behind her bag but I'm sure she was trying to hold herself discretely. She wasn't saying much now, focusing on holding her bladder for just a few more minutes. Sometimes she would turn away and slowly pace a few steps down the train, bending over slightly, before pacing back to the door to stand with her legs crossed again. We could see the station in the distance and she was clearly at her limit now that relief was in sight, but was still trying her hardest to remain polite and professional despite her predicament. After what felt like an age, the train trundled into the station and eventually pulled to a stop. She began to mash the 'open doors' button, muttering in frustration, and it took a few seconds for the doors to finally open. We hurried out onto the platform and began to walk quickly into the bustling station, on the lookout for the toilets. We looked around the main area but couldn't see them at first. 'Where are they, do you know'?' she asked frantically, and I pointed out a sign with directions to the toilets written on. The walk to the toilets was sooo long, they were all the way over on the opposite side of the station, and Sudheera asked in a frustrated tone 'Oh why are they so far away!?'. After a minute or so of very fast walking (well as fast as she could walk in heels), we finally reached them and realised that you had to pay 30p to go through the turnstile at the entrance! This was maybe 8 or 9 years ago when you had to pay to use the toilets in the large London train stations, since 2019 it has been free I believe. She groaned in frustration and began frantically going through her bag to find her purse, jiggling up and down, now so desperate that she could barely conceal her need. I looked through my wallet but I rarely carry coins so knew that I didn't have the 30p she desperately needed. I did actually have a 20p coin but this obviously wasn't enough. She was unable to find any coins in her purse and looked at me hopefully, but I just shook my head sympathetically and showed her the 20p. She looked as if she was about to cry and bent over for a moment with her hands on her thighs, looking at the turnstile longingly. I really did feel sorry for her, she had been holding on bravely for so long and was now clearly right on the brink of wetting herself and having a very public accident in the middle of a busy station, just yards from relief. I spotted a cleaning lady walking out of the Ladies toilets and had an idea. I walked over to her and explained the situation, that Sudheera was desperate to use the toilets but we did not have exactly 30p, but if the lady would kindly allow her through the turnstile then we could go and buy something to get the correct change later. The lady took one look at Sudheera, who was now dancing from foot to foot and looking at us hopefully, before saying 'Oh poor thing, yes of course you can come through love, quick! Don't worry about the 30p' and used her pass to open a gate at the side. Sudheera thanked her over and over as she rushed through and pretty much ran into the toilets, her heels echoing loudly on the tiled floor. I thought it would be weird to hang around outside the toilets for her so I left to go and grab some food from the fast food place nearby, and while I was waiting for my order I saw Sudheera walking by. I called out to her and she smiled and walked over to me, thanking me for helping her and said that if I hadn't asked the cleaning lady to open the gate for her, she probably wouldn't have made it in time. She was much more chatty now her ordeal was over and her bladder was finally empty so we sat and talked for a while before parting ways. We both ended up getting a job at the company and although we never directly worked together, I saw her around the office sometimes and we would always have a friendly chat!
  3. sometimes I hate having an omo kink because of how easy it is to get turned on. especially in my work environment. i work as a waitress at a busy corporate restaurant (that shall remain unnamed for obvious reasons). ive been here about 6 months and its probably like like 7th or 8th restaurant position. but anyway. in the type of environment I work in, I am both lucky and unlucky in the fact that I get to witness desperation a lot. practically almost every shift, because working in a busy restaurant, a lot of us generally don't have, (or make) the time to use the bathroom when we need to. we'll hold it for hours because we're just generally too busy doing other things and too distracted and I've got a lot of experiences to write up because of it, but this one stood out to me and made me want to write this tonight because it was a coworker im very attracted to and close with. (its one in the morning and I just got out of work as im writing this. i was just so excited to tell someone about this tbh) so for detailing purposes, coworker in question is in his late twenties, very tall and thin (like idk 6'4 maybe 180? if im ball parking it), very well liked and good at what he does and most of the girls at my work place like to flirt and play with him, obviously he does so back here and there, but with me especially. we actually made out a couple times while we were both on the clock still (don't tell shhh). he happened to be bartending this particular night and we were closing the restaurant together. it was just me and him and the manager left in the building. so im running my financial report for the night (for those of you who don't know, that's when you deposit the cash you owe to the restaurant for the night and figure out exactly how much you made in tips, and divide up your tip out for the hosts/bartenders) and I needed change for a 20$. the bar has a cash register and so I usually ask there first. my coworker is at the POS where the cash register is, counting some dollars and doing some other things that made him look a little busy. slightly stressed. "can I get change for a twenty?" I asked, climbing into the stool and leaning over the bar top. he didn't seem to hear me, but mumbled something under his breath. I didn't hear what it was, and I asked. "what was that?" "i have to pee so fucking bad." thats when I noticed, the fidgeting, the bouncing. he had my full attention now and i watched for a second. he bounced in place and rubbed his legs together, subtley but frantically counting what was in the drawer. i assumed he was trying to hold it until he was done, but i was mesmerized as i watched him draw in a sharp breath between his teeth and suddenly cross one leg over the other, leaning forward at the hips. i was literally in heaven. I tried to stop staring and asked again. "can you just give me change for this really quick, just like a ten a five and some ones" he looked up at me and took it, again seeming very rushed- understandably. i wondered how long he'd been holding it (he'd been there since I got there about 8 hours before hand) as I watched him count out the amount I needed, crossing and uncrossing his legs as he did so. it was so simple, but easily one of the hottest desperation sightings I've had at my job. he handed me what I asked for and I regrettably had to walk away to avoid being suspicious. I finished my financial and by the time I got back out he wasn't behind the bar, so im guessing he finally finished and found his chance to go. he didn't seem desperate anymore by the time I left and hugged him goodbye, but I was more than happy with what I got to see. if you guys are interested in some other work desperation sightings ive had recently let me know! I'm sure I can find the time to write some out xoxo
  4. Recently I've been spending most of my weekends dogsitting and last weekend we were looking after two dogs for a regular client who I'll call Sarah, a very attractive, cute curvy brunette lady aged around 30. She picked up the dogs late on Sunday on her way back from staying in a nice hotel somewhere out in the countryside with her partner. When I answered the door to her I couldn't help but notice that she was very fidgety and was jiggling a little on the spot, moving from foot to foot and crossed her legs a couple of times. Of course, my mind went into over-drive straight away and I couldn't help but wonder if she was desperate for a wee after her long drive! She came into the house and of course her dogs were excited to see her, jumping up and almost knocking her over at one point! She regained her balance and crossed her legs again as my partner went to get the dog's leads and their bag with all their food bowls, towels etc. Sarah then looked at me, looking very flushed and embarrassed, and said 'Sorry, this is really cheeky of me but before I go, do you mind if I use your toilet?' Before I could answer, she uncrossed her legs and jiggled again and said 'Sorry, I wouldn't normally ask but we've been driving for ages, and you know when you're absolutely bursting to go and you're just like...' she then did a really cute little 'need a wee' dance to demonstrate how badly she had to go, bobbing up and down and pressing her thighs together tightly, before taking a step and crossing her legs again. Of course, despite enjoying seeing her in that predicament I would never deny a client the use of our bathroom so I said it was fine, and she thanked me before hurrying into our downstairs toilet for a desperately needed wee. She came out a couple of minutes later and thanked me again, looking incredibly relieved but still blushing with embarrassment!
  5. This is definitely my best desperation (of a stranger) sighting over the last few years. So, the bus ride scenario is pretty popular and this is what it was. I was waiting at the bus stop and my bus was already late. When it finally arrived maybe 20 minutes behind schedule, I hopped in with my luggage and made my way towards ticket machine. Due to pandemic, some seats had to be left vacant so I spotted perhaps the last suitable seat near the driver. Sitting across the aisle from me, there she was. An attractive, but not super-pretty girl: around 20, white sneakers, tight black pants, light jacket, long curly dark hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin, probably around 5'6/167 cm tall, rather curvy than skinny but definitely not overweight. I instantly noticed she was acting kinda nervous. And then I remembered her from the bus stop - she was shaking her head disapprovingly because the bus wasn't arriving. As soon as I spotted her, she put her one hand somewhere in her belly region (I coudn't really see because she held a shopping bag in her other hand) and I am pretty sure she either undid her pants button or loosened her belt, because it took her few seconds to do what she did. Back then, she didn't look really nervous or in pain, but rather annoyed. Drew out her smartphone and started typing. Then, she waited for the reply. She tapped her fingers on the seat next to her. She texted again - but now it looked more intense or even furious. When she was done writing her message, she looked around. She was sitting with her back to the driver, so she would turn her head back and assess the traffic (which was moderate), and she would just mumble something to herself. Then she would be back to furious texting. And then, she started doing the thing we all love - fidgeting with her legs. She moved her legs up and down, not very fast, but enough to be the subject of my tunnel vision. She wasn't fidgeting constantly, but she was changing her position pretty often - however, she never just once crossed her legs. And that's what it looked like for the next 20 minutes. Most of the time, traffic checking. Furious texting. Mumbling. Occassional fidgeting and a lot of balance shifting on her seat. Sometimes, making faces - and her emotions shifted from annoyance to suffering. The guy across me had left, so I changed seats and I was able to watch her even better, albeit less discreetly. I even managed to establish eye contact with her but she looked focused on her plight so she would quickly look away - and I wouldn't rule out the possibility she knew that I knew. My stop was the last stop. I was quite sure she wasn't going that far, because she didn't look familiar to me, but with every bus stop, I was hoping it just wasn't her stop yet. By now, she was looking more and more desperate, and I think she started considering hopping off early. But, she held on. We were 3 bus stops from the last one, when she finally stood up. I somehow felt this was her stop she had been waiting for. Perhaps she already alerted her family to open the door for her? She did stand up a bit awkwardly, not straightening up instantly but rather unfolding herself before fully stretching out, and making a really painful face. Waiting for the bus to pull over, she was standing right behind me. Fortunately, there was some argument in the back of the bus so I had an excuse to look behind - and that's what I did. The girl was focused on her plight so she didn't really care, but there she was, less than 2 feet from me. I scanned her carefully - her top was a bit short so I could see her tanned belly. I don't think my mind was playing tricks on me when I saw her belly was visibly swollen (but not super-bulging) and I think I caught a glimpse of her black lacy panties. Honestly, I am pretty surprised I was brave enough to keep looking at her for so long (in reality, I think it was less than 2 seconds). There she was, standing right behind me, a bit bent over with her one leg moved slightly backwards - so desperate to pee! As soon as the bus pulled over, she hopped off. You think I should've followed her? Well I had my luggage with me, and i just wanted to be home. So I looked through the window hoping she would walk in the same direction the bus was going... only to see her running. She wasn't sprinting, but she was running faster than your average jogging pace. The bus drove past her, and it felt really great to see her running home after struggling to hold her pee just next to me. Hope you enjoyed!
  6. Another sighting, lovers of male desperation will hopefully enjoy this one! Years ago, when I worked on the tills in a garden centre, one of my colleagues was a handsome 18 year old guy called Adam. He was tall with medium length curly brown hair and a good body, as he went to the gym fairly often. He usually worked the 12pm-5pm shift which was interesting as under UK laws he wasn't actually entitled to a break, here you need to work at least 6 hours to be legally entitled to one! Occasionally he was able to nip off the tills for a few minutes if the store was quiet but only when given permission by the supervisors. He must have had a large bladder as despite the amount of water he used to drink and the length of time he'd be stuck on the tills, I didn't see him desperate very often, but I remember one time when he ended up absolutely bursting to go. He was working his usual 12pm-5pm shift on a busy Sunday and because it was summer, the garden centre was very warm so he was taking frequent gulps from his large water bottle. After serving on the tills for around 2 hours or so he was starting to look uncomfortable. His cheeks were flushed and he was having trouble sitting still, he was constantly fidgeting around in his seat and jiggling his knees up and down like mad, yet despite his clearly increasing need to visit the gents he carried on gulping from his water bottle. He lasted for another hour before asking our cute blonde supervisor Ellie for permission to leave the till. 'El, is it alright if I go to the toilet?' he asked quietly, leaning forwards in his chair with his thighs pressed together. Unfortunately for Adam there was nobody available to cover for him on the till, so Ellie told him sympathetically that he would just have to hang on until the store was quieter. By around 4pm the store had finally began to get quieter and by now Adam looked like he was absolutely dying for a piss. He couldn't sit still for a second and was constantly jiggling his legs around, or running his hands over his thighs, sucking air through his teeth. He was red-faced and flustered and had a tense expression as he kept glancing anxiously at the long queue for his till. He also kept looking over at Ellie, probably hoping that she'd realise he was bursting to go and would find somebody to cover for him so he could run for a piss, but she was being kept busy sorting out a refund for a difficult customer. I noticed that Adam's hand kept disappearing underneath his till and I caught him squeezing his cock tightly through his navy blue uniform trousers. It had now been over an hour since he asked for a toilet break and by now his bladder must have been swollen and aching to release, but he still tried his best to keep his composure and carry on politely serving customers despite his rapidly growing discomfort. Eventually, his queue was down to one last customer, who happened to be a very chatty and kind older lady called Angela who worked in the gift shop in another part of the garden centre, buying something during her break. As she chatted to him, she noticed that Adam couldn't sit still and was jiggling a knee up and down, frantically tapping his thigh with his hand before balling it into a fist and pressing down hard onto his cock, a quiet moan of frustration escaping his lips before sucking in air through his teeth. 'Are you alright Adam?' she asked him sympathetically, and he nodded before replying quietly 'Yeah, sorry just really need the toilet'. She smiled and said 'I thought you might, jiggling around like that, are you bursting?' Adam nodded, 'Yeah, been stuck here for hours' he muttered. Angela tutted sympathetically, before saying 'Oh you poor thing, well its quieter now, hopefully you can go soon'. At that point, Ellie came over to chat, and Angela mentioned to her with a smile that Adam looked like he was 'desperate for a wee', making Adam blush bright red. Ellie looked surprised and said to him 'Oh Adam I'm so sorry, you asked me for a loo break ages ago and its been so busy that I completely forgot! Yes of course you can go, you must be bursting!'. Adam thanked her, still blushing, and started to leave the till slowly, walking slightly hunched over. He reached under his polo shirt and started to run a hand gently over his bladder, moaning softly. As there were no longer any queues, I had left my own till already, as had Helen the other cashier, who I knew Adam had a crush on, and we were both standing next to his till. He looked at us and muttered 'I'm fucking dying for a piss... look'. He lifted up his shirt (something that he liked to do when Helen was around, to show off his abs) and despite the fact that he usually had a completely flat stomach, I was amazed to see that his bladder was now so full and swollen that it was bulging out all the way up to his navel like a watermelon. He must have been frantic for relief, absolutely longing to release his pent up piss after being stuck on the till for hours on end. He had unbuttoned and unzipped the waistband of his uniform trousers so I caught sight of the top of his white CK boxers, and I wondered whether he might have leaked into them by now. I couldn't help but imagine the damp cotton clinging to the dripping end of his cock. 'Blimey Adam you must be desperate, try not to piss yourself!' said Helen laughing, taking a step towards him and pressing her hand right into his bladder, making him gasp and pull away. 'Oh don't do that Hels, I haven't pissed for hours' he moaned, letting go of his shirt and reaching down to squeeze his cock firmly through his trousers, must to Helen's amusement. The staff toilets were in the breakroom which was outside across the car park, but Adam clearly didn't want to waste a second as instead he decided to go to the customer toilets, which were slightly closer but involved a long walk through the entire garden centre to reach them. Unable to wait any longer, he rushed off from the tills and to our amazement he literally sprinted through the garden centre, holding his cock as he ran. He came back a while later out of breath but extremely satisfied and relieved! I never found out whether or not he made it with completely dry underwear, but I like to think that they were at least a little bit damp.
  7. Jason was another colleague of mine at the garden centre, an attractive guy around 30 years old, quite tall and muscular, with short dark hair and a beard, and he also had a few tattoos covering his arms. On this particular day he was covering the entire camping department on his own, and as it was a warm day he was wearing a navy blue uniform polo shirt, navy blue shorts and work boots. The camping department was one of the largest in the store as it had a huge indoor section as well as all the tents, which were mostly displayed outside close to the store entrance. It was a busy Saturday around the beginning of the summer season, so his department was even busier than usual, with lots of customers wanting to purchase tents and camping equipment in anticipation of going on holiday or to music festivals. He had come to the tills at around 9am to buy a large bottle of water from the cooler, and told us that he was expecting to be kept so busy that he wasn't sure when he'd be able to take his break! Throughout the day Jason was kept extremely busy as he expected, always talking to customers or showing them around the tents displayed outside. If anyone wanted to buy one of the larger, more expensive tents, he had to go and get the boxed-up tent from the storeroom (which was at the other end of the garden centre) himself, taking it through the tills and out to their car for them. He also kept having to answer calls on his work phone from colleagues, informing him about customers waiting in the camping department that needed help, or customers outside who were asking about the tents, so Jason was constantly kept on his feet. Around 1pm he came to the tills and grabbed another bottle of water from the cooler, looking quite hot and flustered as he quickly paid. 'Have you had a break yet Jase?' asked my supervisor Ellie, and he laughed and shook his head. 'Not yet! Could really do one to be honest, but there's customers waiting.' He said bye to us then hurried off outside, and I wondered whether he was starting to need to piss by now, as he had been quite fidgety at the till, not quite being able to stand still. During the afternoon the store was very busy, and I saw Jason a few times over the next couple of hours when he came to my till with customers buying expensive tents. I was sure he was now getting desperate to piss, as he seemed to be really struggling to stand still, looking red-faced and very uncomfortable. He seemed to be trying his best to stay professional and hide his situation, but a few times I noticed him stepping from foot to foot, gritting his teeth or adjusting his waistband. During a couple of sales later on in the afternoon, I'm sure I even caught him reaching down to squeeze himself through his shorts, though I couldn't be certain as he was standing behind the tent box. I wondered if he might even be using the box to hide what he was doing, taking the opportunity to give his cock a couple of firm, reassuring squeezes while his crotch was hidden from view for a few moments. Around 4pm, me and Ellie were told by our manager that we could take our afternoon break, so we walked over to the staff breakroom together. On the way, we walked past the display tents and saw Jason talking to a young woman, showing her around some of the larger tents. He had obviously still not been able to go for his break yet as he looked absolutely bursting for the toilet, hardly able to disguise it anymore, constantly moving from foot to foot and jiggling on the spot slightly. While the customer went inside the tent to look around, Jason waited outside and I saw him reach down and hold himself with his right hand, covering it with his left and bending forwards for a couple of seconds, quickly straightening up again just as the customer came back out. He must have been about to piss himself and I wondered just how much longer he would be able to hold his bladder before excusing himself for a break. Ellie must have noticed too, as when we walked into the breakroom she remarked 'Poor Jase, he must bursting for the loo by now'. The breakroom was just a small seating area with a few tables and chairs, with a small kitchen and toilet next to it. We both grabbed a drink from the machine in the kitchen, and sat down at a table, flicking through some of the magazines that other people had left. We had only been sitting for a couple of minutes when we heard somebody rushing up to the door and frantically pressing the code into the keypad to open it. The door flung open and Jason burst in, looking frantic, gripping his cock tightly through his shorts. He looked a bit surprised to see us and very quickly stopped holding himself. 'Sorry, bursting' he said quietly, clearly embarrassed at being caught, the urgency clear in his voice. He strode through the room towards the toilet, already unbuckling his belt, and closed the door behind him. Because the door was so thin, and the toilet itself was in a very small and echoey room, we could both very clearly hear him unzipping his shorts and lifting up the toilet seat, followed almost immediately by an absolute explosion of piss, splashing against the water with force, and a loud moan of relief. Poor Jason must have been about to explode, as he just kept pissing and pissing, his torrent going on and on like a garden hose that somebody had forgotten to turn off. His relief must have felt incredible. As Jason's waterfall continued, I glanced up at Ellie and noticed that she was blushing and seemed to be trying very hard to concentrate on her magazine, trying her best to pretend that we weren't listening to Jason releasing a very long awaited and desperately needed piss just a few feet away. I don't remember exactly how long he was going for, but it must have been well over a minute. His stream eventually tapered off into a trickle, and then after a few more spurts he was finally empty, finishing with a loud sigh of relief. At hearing him sigh, Ellie giggled and whispered to me, 'He definitely needed that', and I saw that she was still blushing with the embarrassment of listening to Jason's piss as well as his moans and sighs of relief. We heard him zip himself up and buckle his belt, flush the toilet and wash his hands, before he emerged looking red in the face. He turned to us and smiled, clearly embarrassed but also extremely relieved. 'Sorry about that' he muttered, and Ellie laughed. 'Don't worry about it Jase, do you feel better now?'. He nodded and explained that he'd been on the way the breakroom when he was stopped by the customer outside who asked about some of the tents, and after being stuck talking to her for ages he had no choice but to excuse himself, as he just couldn't hold on anymore.
  8. 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 😋
  9. We are still in lockdown here in the U.K. and sightings and conversations have been rare of late. However there is a saying that you can wait for a bus forever then three come at once and that’s definitely been the case this last week! Here’s what I have witnessed and been told about in the last 7 days. Firstly I share a driveway with my neighbours between both our houses. Lately they have been having ongoing issues with their boiler and had numerous gas engineers out looking at it. Their boiler is accessed via a door at the side of their house which is an understairs storage area so I often see the repair people if I drive into the driveway or from my upstairs windows. Last Wednesday I was sitting at the top of my stairs on the phone and sipping a mug of tea when I looked out the windows on the stairs and saw another repair man at their boiler again. It was mid afternoon and the man was tall (he had to duck to get into the cupboard) with dark hair and long legs. What struck me most though was the way he was standing and moving. He was on the phone and moving from foot to foot. He then bent down to go back into the cupboard and I could see his back and legs from outside bouncing and moving. At first I thought he was cold but then I wondered if he perhaps had to pee. As time went on I became more convinced it was the latter as he crossed his legs and bounced his legs about as he tried to fix the problem. My neighbours stayed inside because of social distancing and this poor repair man wasn’t allowed in the house. At one point I saw him look about and then put a hand on his crotch for a moment. I imagine he hadn’t been able to pee all shift and was bursting. He stayed over half an hour before leaving so I don’t know what happened next. Then on Friday I decided to treat my kids to a MacDonald’s. Here only the drive through is open so I joined a long queue and waited. After I finally ordered I had to queue to pay. When I reached the pay desk that’s when I saw and heard something of interest. I paid but couldn’t drive away as the queue was solid. While sitting there with my window open a young female employee came dancing up to the girl at the pay desk. She was flustered and couldn’t stand still marching on the spot and saying ‘I can’t believe he made me do this!’ She asked the girl sitting down if she could access the just eat deliveries and she replied yes. The sitting girl then got them up on screen and he young dancing female employee reached for the card machine and made a payment with a card on her hand. The girl sitting at the cash point asked her quietly if she’d had her break yet and the marching girl signed and kept moving around replying ‘I was just about to go when John asked me to see if you could take this payment as the card reader on my till is doing an update. I can’t believe he’s made me do this when he knows how much I need my break.’ It was very obvious why she needed her break but at this point I needed to move forward so again I don’t know how it ended. And finally I was talking online with a friend and asking about her week. For a number of reasons her daughter hasn’t been at school for 2 years and she was telling me about a recent development where he daughter was now trying out a new school 40 minutes from her for trial sessions. I asked how that was going and she said her daughter was doing great but it was really difficult for her because she hasn’t got time to drive home and back again so having to wait for two hours in her car every time and it’s the afternoon after lunch. ‘I end up sitting there near peeing myself because I am so bursting for the loo every day. I think I’m going to have to stop taking coffee but then I get cold in the car. But if I don’t do something I’ll definitely be embarrassed one day soon. But other than that it’s going really well.’ She isn’t allowed into the school due to Covid which must be so hard for her.
  10. 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…
  11. 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!
  12. 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!
  13. 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. 
  14. 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.
  15. 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.
  16. 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 ?
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