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  1. I have a very intense fantasy in which I desperately pee myself in a very populated area like a mall. I have never had public accident before, I have tried diapers in movie theaters but that isn't very satisfying because my favorite part of wetting is the warm pee spilling down my legs and soaking whatever I am wearing. I have been toying with the idea of taking a long drive somewhere I know I won't see anyone I know or have any reason to return and just let loose. Anyone have any experience with this or have any tips?
  2. Heyy everyone!! I just got in from an 8.5-hour drive for work, so if my writing is a bit lacking, I apologize in advance! During these long hours, however, I tackled a new pee challenge to stave off the boredom and wanted to share the experiences while the excitement is fresh! So I woke up about an hour earlier than I intended this morning. Typically, I would hop into the shower pretty quickly and relieve myself for the morning there, but I had an idea: From the moment of awakening until I checked into my motel room, I would only pee in unconventional places...and never in the same place twice. I guess showers aren't technically a "conventional place" to release one's bladder, but I find it so dang satisfying that I do it every morning (confession time haha) and figured it'd be cheating to start off my new challenge that way. I was really bursting for a pee, so I opted for perhaps the simplest and easiest "unconventional pee" on the books: I dashed to my living room, slipped off my panties, spread my legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, closed my eyes, and relaxed. Within seconds, the morning silence turned into a crisp patter, which swiftly transformed into a forceful cascade. My eyes still shut, my lips curled into an impish smile with satisfaction as I let out a relieved sigh. I really had to go. I moved my feet together and shot a glance down as a warm rush began to encompass my feet. A very sizeable puddle was forming on my wood floor (I made an immature joke to myself about morning wood) and streaks of stray urine streamed down my legs. Apparently, my floor isn't entirely level because a small stream began to shoot off to the right of the puddle. Who'd've thought pee could be a handy architectural tool? At last, the contents of my bladder diminished to the last few drops, some of which spurted to the floor, the rest to my legs. I recognized the error of my ways as I went to fetch some paper towels...leaving a trail of pee foot prints on my path to the kitchen. Still enjoying my nakedness from the waist down, I grabbed a wad of towels, wiped my self down, and retraced my tracks to the formidable puddle. Then I ran a quick mop around the area, hopped into the shower, and prepared for my trek, feeling satisfied with my first wizz of the day. I donned a black skirt today to facilitate my unwillingness to use the facilities, and hopped into my car for the long journey, gently sipping from my water bottle. About an hour down the road, I still wasn't feeling any urge at all, so I began drinking a little more ambitiously. Another hour passed and, right about the time my gas tank was hitting E, my bladder was hitting F. I had been mildly fidgeting in my seat for a few minutes and was thankful for a pit stop. I pulled into a dumpy little gas station and was quickly thankful for my pact of unconventional peeing. It seemed like the kind of place you'd catch 15 diseases just from touching the restroom door handle. As I lifted the nozzle and put it into my gas tank, I pondered my options. It was fairly deserted, so I had a fair amount of freedom. The botanical coverage was somewhat lacking, so I couldn't run off into the woods to pee--which would've been fairly boring anyway. My options were either to pee at my car or around the side of the building. I started to make my way around the building when it occurred to me, There's no one here. Just pee from your car! I felt a surge of excitement with the thought. But what if someone drives up while I'm peeing? I shot back. You're two hours from home. Even if someone catches you, they won't recognize you. I retorted. Yeah, but what if someone catches me..? My argument against this undertaking was buckling. I quickly walked back to my car and made sure nobody from inside could make out what was going on. Between the numerous large advertisements in the window and where I was parked, I discerned that I could occlude line of sight from both the convenience store and the road if I opened my driver and rear passenger door. All the while, my bladder was urging me to quickly determine my course of action. Okay...You win. I conceded to myself. You won't regret it. I snarkily assured myself. I took one last glance around to ensure there were no unexpected audience members for the show. It was just as clear as when I pulled in. Tally ho. I opened both of my doors, lifted my skirt, and sat on the frame of the car. I nervously slid my panties to the side, my heart pounding furiously, the thrill egging me on. I continued nervously glancing around, certain some massive procession would determine that was the precise time to come gas up. Thankfully, no such procession materialized--only the occasional car shot down the road, oblivious to the woman baring her nether region to the gas pump in front of her. I had some difficulty getting the waterworks flowing as the hot humidity bore down on me, feeling like a thousand boiling oceans under the anxiety. I cursed softly as some urine gently shot askew, dampening my groin and streaking down to my butt. This was enough, however, to get the juices moving. I adjusted myself as the spurt evolved into a steady stream, drenching the pavement beneath me. My muscles were trembling from nervousness, excitement, and because of my awkward position. Once the stream was adequately established, I glanced around again. Still clear. Suddenly...THUD. Startled, my heart and I simultaneously jumped, and while I thankfully managed to avoid peeing all over myself, my stream faltered. It was just the gas pump as it finished filling my tank. I sighed with relief, adrenaline coursing through my body even more rapidly than the urine had been coursing from my urethra. After a moment, I managed to relax enough to begin peeing again. By the last few spurts, I had left a very respectable puddle, which pooled satisfyingly and streamed away slowly. My cover still not blown, I reached into my car, grabbed a tissue, and wiped myself clean. I replaced my panties and rubbed some sanitizer onto my hands as I admired my puddle and its many proud streaks. My heart was still pounding as I leaped into my car and sped off, nobody the wiser. Now I was feeling really confident. Perhaps too confident. For the sake of making good time on my trip, it took every ounce of will I had to not feverishly down water in anticipation of the next adventure. Despite this incredible (if I may say so myself) display of self-control, I had enough residual fluid working its way through my kidneys that I only made it about another hour down the road before pit stop #2 became a necessity. Okay...admittedly, I probably could've delayed a little longer, but I was excited to go for round 2 . This time, I pulled into a McDonalds...that wasn't quite as vacant as the gas station. This is going to be a challenge. I parked my car and made my way in, surveying the area. There were probably about 6 or 7 people, not counting employees, suggesting that perhaps trying anything outside was a bad idea. I briskly walked to the bathrooms and pushed open the door to the women's room, hoping it was maybe single occupancy and I could just pee in the sink or something (I wasn't about to give up so easily in the face of adversity!). To my disappointment, it was not. There were two stalls, a trash can, and a sink. I thought about pulling the trash can into the stall and peeing into it, but that seemed somewhat like cheating, so I opted against it. Hmm...What about a floor drain? Nope. It was in the middle of the bathroom. I'd be flashing anyone walking through the door. Recognizing I didn't have any particularly good options there, I gently cracked open the door to take another look around. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of the men's room sign. A light bulb went off in my head. Even using the stall in there wouldn't be a conventional pee. The bathroom entrances were offset into a little cove, with walls that occluded the doors from the rest of the restaurant. I slowly crept out to see if I could sneak my way in (praying I wasn't going to walk in on some guy at the urinal). There were several people sitting within sight of the cove, but they were pretty distracted. But what if I walk in on some guy peeing?! Again, my heart was racing. I compromised. I went back into the women's room, where I could wait without looking out-of-place to other restaurant goers. I stood by the door and listened for the men's room door. Several minutes passed, during which I heard nothing. If anyone's in there, he's taking a crap and I can slip out unnoticed. I exited the women's room again and nervously glanced from the cove. Nobody was paying much attention, so I swiftly and confidently (only on the outside. Inside, I was terrified) pushed my way into the men's room, half expecting to find a guy, penis-in-hand, with a look of shock on his face as I barged in. Thankfully, I did not. It was empty. The butterflies in my stomach were violently trying to rip their way out of my abdominal wall and pure epinephrine jolted through me. I swear, my heart rate probably set a world record. I quickly made my way toward the stall, longingly eying the urinal and I passed. I closed the stall door behind me, silently sighing with immense relief as I clicked the lock. As I turned to face the toilet, my anxious euphoria was dampened slightly--the toilet was filthy. It was covered in urine and there were splatters on the floor. Cautiously, I raised my skirt up, pulled my panties to the side, and semi-straddled the porcelain with my butt hanging over it, afraid to let anything touch it. Again, my muscles were trembling--though much more this time. Admittedly, as I began to pee, I contributed a fair amount to the urine on the toilet seat (oops! ). Relief swept over me as I emptied my bladder, vigorously tinkling into the water below. It was strange to get such a surge of excitement from something so mundane as a regular toilet! Context is everything, I guess! As I was wiping, my heart surged again and my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as I heard the door open. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP--No--BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, my heart raced so loudly I thought for sure he would hear it. Still hovering my butt over the toilet seat, toilet paper in hand, I barely dared to breathe as I heard this mystery man rustling his pants at the urinal. The sound of urine striking porcelain. I'd've probably been turned on, had I not been terrified. I'm certain he only peed for a normal amount of time, but it seemed to me as though his bladder was endless. I began to think I would grow old and die in this men's room stall, awaiting his conclusion. At last, however, my fears were assuaged when, somehow, the sound of him spitting and the flush of the urinal were not drowned out by the ferocious pounding of my cardiovascular system. He spent a few brief seconds at the sink and I heard the door open...then close. I stood there for a few moments, absolutely petrified. Suddenly, my thoughts burst into a frenzy. I finished wiping, didn't even remember to flush or wash my hands, and dashed for the door, afraid someone would walk in. Thankfully, nobody did. I burst through the door much more forcefully than I had intended. This attracted the attention of a lady at a table near the restrooms who gave me a puzzled look, which transitioned into a dirty look when she realized I was emerging from the men's room. I just sped past, avoiding eye contact, and jumped into my car. It wasn't until several miles down the road that I finally calmed down and remembered I forgot to wash up. More hand sanitizer. And a lot of AC--I had worked up a bit of a sweat. After the anxiety subsided, I began laughing with hysterical euphoria. I did it! I used a men's room in a crowded area AND at the same time as a guy! Also striking to me, was that, because I was like 3 hours away from home, there were virtually no consequences. Sure, the woman caught me, but what was she going to do? We'll never see each other again! Seeing how crazy long this recount is becoming, I'll quickly summarize the more mundane ones (or ones similar to stories I've written in the past) and then skip to the final one. Another hour and a half in, I peed into a gas station restroom trash can (yeah, I know, I considered this cheating earlier...but after McDonalds, I was willing to tame it down a bit). Two hours after that, I did the classic cup-pee in my car at a roadside rest. Finally, after about 8.5 hours of travel, a little longer than anticipated, I pulled into the motel. During the last half hour, I began really piling on the fluids again, so by the time I pulled in, I really had to go--bad. I wasn't allowed a trip to the ladies' room until I had checked into my room, however. I parked and virtually ran inside, hoping to work through the process as quickly as possible. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait in a line. The guy checking me in was very friendly. I probably seemed like an anti-social jerk because I was focusing more on not peeing all over the floor, or at the very least, dancing like an idiot in front of him, clutching my lady bits, than on friendly chit-chat. Hurriedly, I thanked him as I grabbed my key and raced off. Not even bothering to grab my luggage, I began searching for my room. En route, however, I found a little cove that I assumed formerly hosted a vending machine. As I shot past it, I turned around, considering, Why waste a perfectly good bladder of pee? You haven't checked into your room yet. Forget the luxury of a toilet. I glanced around to ensure nobody was loitering around. Nope. I ducked into the cove, where I proceeded to fully and properly wet myself. No skirt-raising, no panties pulled to the side, just torrents of pee rushing down my legs, soaking my socks and shoes, and a steady trickle straight to the ground, forming yet another large puddle. After the encounter at McDonalds, this seemed like child's play and came to me easily. Within a long few seconds, I was thoroughly drenched from the waist down. I giggled a little as I admired my puddle, then raced off to find my room, the urine quickly cooling in the night breeze, chilling my legs ever so slightly. I found my room and, still wearing my urine-soaked clothes, lugged all my stuff in, enjoying the dampness. Without even changing, I laid a towel on the chair and set up my laptop to write this. Now...if you'll excuse me, I have some cleaning up to do and some tingling to tend to downstairs I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!!
  3. Hi everyone, I had a few very close calls over the last few days and I don't know why, but I will tell you all about them none the less! Firstly, I was with my friend on Tuesday, my phone broke so I went to buy a new one, and we hung out. I went to the train station to meet him at 9:30 and we went to the phone shop, to hmv, to various other places, spent a while sat on a bench chatting but I really needed to use the facilities so at that point we both did so. As the day went on we walked and talked and adventured around the city, and made our way back to get something to eat. I got a giant fanta zero cherry from one of those fast food outlets, admittedly, I went overboard with the ice machine as it is always a novelty to add your own ice, but I was super thirsty as it was unseasonably hot. I was wearing blue jeans, a kind of sheer red sports top and white puma trainers, and sitting/being outside was making my legs burn under my jeans. After a while I went to a phone accessories shop to get a case and sorted the new phone out. My friend then said he needed to go to the toilet, so we double backed and I waited outside. it was a green house inside the shopping centre so I bought a giant bubble tea for the novelty of it and also the thirst quenching abilities, and this is where the fun started. We went and sat on a bench outside for a while, and I was full of liquid in my stomach, didn't notice an urge to go really, but it was so hot and I was thirsty so I managed all of my drink save some of the bubbles. We decided to go and walk about somewhere else, alas, a park with some shade so that was fantastic, and we stayed out there chatting for the best part of an hour or so maybe. In this time I was seriously bursting, and I knew that we'd had to go back to the shopping centre for me to be able to relieve myself. I didn't want to get up though, I was hot and tired. Eventually my friend wanted to see what time his train was, so I got up and we walked back to the train station. I kept looking to see if there was a toilet on the way back I had to go that badly and each step was putting pressure on my bladder. We got to the station and I could hardly pay attention, I think it came off that I wanted to be rid of him, but truthfully I was super focused on not wetting myself in a crowded public place. There were no toilets on the non ticket side of the station, so I couldn't go here. I was okay if I was moving, but standing still I could feel a strong wave, and was stood cross legged and tensed up absolutely bursting. I thought I was really going to wet myself so I started walking around. My friend had another 30 minutes until his train so at this point I suggested we go back into the shopping centre as I really needed to use the toilets. We did, and this is a journey I have done before, but couldn't rush as I was with my friend. I really really had to go and we weaved through shopping centre A as there's no toilets until part B. We got there eventually and he waited outside. These toilets have a long annoying corridor so I walked as fast as I could, I could feel at this point there were a few tiny droplets escaping and I went straight into an open stall, chucked my bag on the floor and locked the door. I then bent over and held myself until I regained control. I pulled down my clothes just in time for my bladder to give in into the toilet. There was a small wet patch on my underwear but nothing noticeable on my jeans, they did smell of pee a bit, which was annoying as I had to wear them the next day on the plane. That brings us to the rest of the story, which was a desperate, long day of travelling. I had to fly back to Spain where I am living/working, my flight was for 10 am so I got up at 4:40 and prepared to leave. I was wearing those jeans, white trainers again and a navy blue and white sports top. I had to go quite badly whilst doing check in, which caused a lot of queues as some of the conveyers broke. I then had to go for quite a way, up an escalator and back along to get to security. I downed the water I had as you have to throw that away before you can go in. I said bye to my dad who took me and then went through security. I hate this bit because I am always prepared but most people aren't. The trick is to pack everything for security, because you have to take out anything that is electronic really, then once you're through pack it for the plane, so I am a master of security, but I'm there, wiggling about waiting for a family to get all of their devices and put them in a seperate tray, in broken english. I eventually could get through but it took a while of waiting on the other side, then trying to carry two heavy trays whilst people milled about wating for the rest of their family right in the way, so I nearly took out an oblivious grandma, but I managed it, sorted my bag again and charged off. Now, Most airports seem to want to drag you through duty free before you get to the departure lounge. I feel like in these places people should be looking out for people who might be in a hurry, but we went on the magical mystical perfume tour verrrry slowly, and I couldn't get round anyone. I wasn't upset as by this point my plane was delayed two hours, but I did really have to use the bathroom, so I was on the heels of the people in front of me. Eventually we got to the end and I rushed into the toilets. I weed for ages and then went to the desk to get meal vouchers. I had a peach soft drink thing with my breakfast, then went and sat down. I got bored pretty quickly, walked round the shops, bought a bottle of water for my flight, but then was even more bored, so I went to starbucks and got a drink and a muffin. I sat down for probably around an hour after that, knowing that the gate info was meant to be displayed at 12:20, I decided at about 10 past I'd go to the screen via going to the toilets, as at this point my bladder was pestering me, and I hate going whilst on the plane. I went to the closer bathroom and there was a queue, so I panicked a bit, not wanting to miss my flight, and went downstairs to some toilets that would be quieter. I didn't go to them though, as I caught a glimpse of the screen, another delay, info at 13:40. I got annoyed now and wondered around other shops, before going and sitting right near a screen, and spent another hour or so nearly falling asleep and chatting in various languages to people. It then said that info was at 14:01. I thought fine, I'll eat my muffin now and sip some water, now really bored and tired, with only my bladder's plight for amusement. I was quite desperate now, but the screen said info at 14:10. I sighed and decided I would go to the toilet at around 14:00 and then check the screen. 13:58 came so I gathered myself up and turned around, seeing the flight info already displayed! I went down to the gate, really bursting for a wee, and ducked into a toilet on the way. This is when the problems arose. You know when you go to the toilet, but it just... keeps going, like you know that it will fill rapidly and you'll have to go again soon? I got a glimpse of that feeling and thought oh no. I went to sit in the departure lounge, where there was a massive queue, but no plane yet. We waited there for I don't know how long, until we finally got on at 14:55. I was one of the last, but I had an aisle seat so I didn't mind. We got on and I got the DS out and stuff, and then we were informed we had to wait 20 minutes on the ground. Everyone moaned at this. But eventually we took off, and I started really having to go urgently. As soon as we could, a lot of people went to the bathroom, so I stayed put, aside to let the middle seat person out. Once they came back I wanted to wait for a while, so I pulled down the tray and could subtley fidget and squeeze my legs and cross them. I decided to be stupid and see what would happen if I relaxed, and lo and behold, I lost the tiniest bit of control, which left a cooling wet spot on my underwear which made me need to go right then and there. I got up and made my way down the aisle, and had to wait as someone came out of the toilet. I got in and couldn't figure out the door, so I stood all twisted and could feel my bladder twitch as it began to leak. I managed the door and got my clothes down and got some much needed relief. But my bladder was already sore. I was also stressed and thirsty, as I only had 20 minutes once we landed to make the coach. I got through security and everything and got my bag, but missed the coach by 10 minutes, so after finding the place I needed to change the ticket and buying another one for 30 euros, I had a wait of two hours for the next one. I went to burger king and got a huge drink of nestea, which I drank all of. After this, I had half an hour until the coach arrived, so I walked back down as far as I could in the air conditioned airport, where I already found myself quite desperate for the loo again, this was getting annoying, but I had drank an awful lot, and I was really stressed which doesn't help. Anyway, I went and relieved myself then went off to find the coach. I got on at Terminal 1, but it swings round to Terminal 4. I was already feeling the need to go again, which more than anything I was irritated by. There was a toilet on the coach, but I can't stand the smell of the air freshner, so I vowed to hold on as long as I could. The journey on the coach is 3 hours, but I already felt really desperate, after an hour my bladder was huge under my jeans and each bump set my full bladder bouncing. I listened to a load of red hot chilli peppers on the entertainment system thing, but it wasn't distracting enough. I forced myself down against the seat, really wanting to hold on with my hands in my crotch, but it was too light outside to do that. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, now really bursting and considering going down to the toilet. I held on longer but somebody absolutely stank out the toilet and the coach, and now I was really against going until at least the smell was gone. I put on a film, which was Paper Towns, which does have a desperation scene in it at some point, so probably not the wisest choice. As the sun went down I had both hands resting on my swollen bladder, but when it was fully dark outside I lent forwards and had at least one hand in between my legs. at all times, obscured by my backpack on the seat next to me. I was tired, the coach stank, I just wanted to get home and pee! I really really had to go. But after a while like this, the urge didn't go away, but I felt I could wait, it started to just... hurt. My bladder hurt, my kidneys hurt, my muscles all ached, but I wasn't going to go on this coach, I was determined. Eventually we got in to my town, and I got off the coach, grabbed my suitcase and straight into a taxi. It was about 7 minutes, but at this point, I couldn't help it. I was holding my lower stomach again, and each bump, or turn or anything really caused me to wince. My bladder was getting irritated and trying to let go, but I wouldn't have it. I could feel my pee start to go right against the opening again, and I knew I didn't have long. I struggled opening the door with a suitcase and backpack and carrier bag that had water in, but managed it after dropping my keys once. I got in and ran up the two sets of ramps to the lift, which I had to call down. I was completely shaking all over and knew I was really risking a full on wetting. I got in the lift and was whispering, pleading, begging myself to hold on. I had my legs crossed, I was bent over holding on with two hands, and my bladder was spasming now, letting me know I was about to lose control. I got out of the lift and unlocked the door, holding on for dear life. I closed the door behind me quickly and ran as the spasms were pushing harder and harder against my bladder. I got to the bathroom and had to cross my legs again hard as I felt my underwear get wet and it spread under and to my bum. I managed to stop that and got my clothes down and peed massively into the toilet. It was a really exhilerating experience that makes me want to get that close again soon! Thanks for reading, sorry it was so long!
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