Despguy123 2,699 Posted November 5, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted November 5, 2020 Years ago, I worked in a large garden centre as a general sales assistant and cashier, and was lucky enough to see some of my colleagues desperate to pee. I've posted some of these sightings before in various threads, but have copied them all here for convenience. There are also some further cashier sightings that I saved from some other forums years ago. During one shift, around midday, I noticed that another cashier who was also my supervisor, Emma (early 20s, cute, blonde and curvy, wearing our work uniform of polo shirt and tight black trousers) was dancing from foot to foot with her arms folded, and she seemed quite tense and flustered when normally she was very relaxed and easy going. She had not had a break since the store opened about 3 hours before, and clearly was wanting to go to the loo badly but we had been quite busy, and she had not found any time to go. During a brief quiet moment, she leaned over my till and said to me quietly 'Just going to the loo, back in a sec'. She only took a couple of steps before a customer stopped her and began to ask her questions about a purchase they had made. It turned out that the customer wanted a refund, so Emma had to delay her much needed pee break while she processed the refund, which took a good few minutes. By the time she had finished that, the tills were now busy again and her chance to nip to loo had passed. I saw her stood behind her till, serving customers with her usual polite smile but she was blushing and was fidgeting around, crossing her legs and sometimes bobbing or bending forwards slightly as she served her customers. After she'd finished serving one customer, she glanced at me and bit her lip, giving me a pained looking smile and bouncing on the spot before greeting her next customer. After another few minutes, the tills were fairly quiet again. Emma walked towards my till and resumed her pee dancing, biting her lip as she checked her watch. 'I really need the loo, but the guy from the garden centre will be here in a second so I'll just have to wait' she said, dancing from foot to foot. Part of her job as a supervisor was to cash the mornings takings from our gardening store next door, which took a good 15 minutes. Right on cue, he came in with the takings and Emma had to lock herself in the office with him. I could only imagine her shifting around in her seat, trying to hang on and not let on she was bursting for a wee while trying to count the takings and make sure their till would have enough change for the afternoon. By the time they had finished, the store was busy again. Emma came out of the office and walked over to the tills, looking worriedly at the queue of customers waiting. By now she must have been really desperate, but was trying hard to be polite and professional when talking to customers. She looked really flustered, rosy cheeked and could hardly stand still, dying to run off for a pee but there was no time to go while it was so busy. After around 10 minutes, the store began to quieten down again. Emma was standing at the end of my till, dancing from foot to foot and looking absolutely frantic. As I finished serving the last customer in my queue, she gave the customer a cute smile. 'Thanks, have a good day!' she said brightly, before leaning forwards to speak to me quietly, crossing her legs. 'Oh thank god, I can go for a wee now! Back in a minute' she said breathlessly, grinning and hurried off to the loo. She came back looking much more relieved. One of the shop managers was an attractive, curvy bubbly blonde in her late 20s called Carla who seemed to put off going to the loo for ages, usually because she was too busy to find time to go. I remember once she was pee dancing while waiting to take one of the tills off to be cashed up at the end of the day. She was bouncing up and down while pushing one thigh across the other, swapping between legs every few seconds, pacing around and looking like she was about to burst. She certainly wasn't shy about needing to go so badly and made no effort to hide her pee dancing. She was getting impatient as another staff member was making a purchase at that till, and kept changing his mind about a certain item. In the end, he decided he wanted something else, so he walked off to get the other product off the shelf. She called after him 'Ooh hurry up, I need a wee!'. She laughed and bent forwards, turning to the girl on the till. 'Wish he'd hurry up, I'm bursting. I haven't had chance to go all day'. She danced around for another minute or so, during which time another manager asked her why she couldn't stand still. 'Because I'm desperate for a wee!' she replied with a cheeky grin and danced some more. before he came back with the item. 'Oh please hurry up!' she said laughing as he walked back to the till deliberately slowly to tease her. The cashier quickly finished the sale off and Carla hurriedly took the till away to the office, handing it to the supervisors before rushing off to the loo. There was also another time when it was very cold outside, and was pretty chilly inside the shop as well. Carla came walking past the tills during the late afternoon and stopped to chat to us, as the shop was fairly quiet. I noticed her dancing from foot to foot, and I wasn't sure if it was because she was just cold or because she needed to pee, until she said 'I need the loo but the breakroom is freezing and I don't want to pull my trousers down!'. She laughed and bent forwards with her hands on her thighs, before straightening up and bouncing slightly. Someone suggested that she'd have to wait until she got home, and she replied 'I've been waiting for ages, I'm not sure I can last that long!'. I did see her about an hour later looking more relaxed, so she must have bitten the bullet and used the loo at some point despite the cold! I also remember one evening where we had an event on, and Carla was out at the front of the car park, directing the cars. She had been drinking a large mug of coffee before she went out. After about two hours, I was sitting in the breakroom with a couple of my co-workers when Carla came rushing in, looking red faced and flustered. She smiled and stopped for a chat, and at the same time started doing a very obvious pee dance - shifting from foot to foot and pushing her thighs together, not making any effort to disguise it. After a couple of minutes she bent forwards and said 'Ooh I need to go for a wee, I've been dying for the past hour!' and rushed out of the room towards the staff toilets. One day I had a new starter working on the tills/registers with me. She was a few years older than me, about 25, very cute and was really friendly, short and curvy with dark brown hair. She spent the first couple of hours being shown around the place and taught how to use the till system, then started helping me on my till, packing customer's bags and chatting to them. She was very bubbly and popular with the customers, chatting with them about their day and helping them with their items. After another hour or so I noticed that she was getting very fidgety, jiggling up and down a bit on the spot and dancing from foot to foot while talking to customers. I don't think she had been for her break yet and I wondered if she was starting to get desperate for a wee. However, the lunchtime rush had just started and there wasn't a good opportunity for her to go for another 30 minutes or so. Finally, the store started to quieten down a bit, and by this point it was obvious that she was bursting for a wee. She was rosy cheeked and flustered, and despite staying friendly and professional she could hardly stand still, shifting from foot to foot and hopping up and down while serving the customers. After I finished serving the last customer in the queue, she crossed her legs and leaned over the till to talk to me quietly. 'Are we allowed to go to the toilet, or do we have to get permission?' she asked shyly. Despite her smile, she looked tense and as she finished speaking she bobbed on the spot, recrossing her legs again. I said that as long as there was someone to cover the till and that it wasn't too busy, nipping off for a quick loo break was usually OK. She nodded and started to dance from foot to foot, saying 'I best go now then while it's quiet, I've needed a wee for ages!'. I laughed and said sure, pointing her in the direction of the toilets, and she thanked me before speed walking to the loo. She came back a couple of minutes later looking very relieved. One afternoon, we were really busy and short-staffed, so all the tills had massive queues, so one of the girls from the camping department came to help us out. I'll call her Kristina, a curvy and confident blonde girl from Essex who was about 18, and she smiled at me and said hi as she sat down on the till next to me. I knew her quite well as we would often chat to each other and flirt a bit while on our lunch break, and I fancied her a lot especially as she would always wear very tight black work trousers which made her nice round bum look amazing. She had with her a big 2 litre bottle of water which she took regular sips from in between customers. After about an hour I noticed that she was starting to fidget a bit in her chair, jiggling her legs, and as the minutes ticked by she became more and more restless. After another hour or so stuck on the till, her water bottle was almost empty and by now she looked absolutely bursting for a wee. She was pink-cheeked and flustered, now constantly squirming around in her chair, jiggling her legs and sometimes leaning forwards in her seat while pressing her thighs together, running her hands over them, or sometimes crossing her legs tightly with a hand wedged between her thighs. She kept leaning forwards and standing up slightly to see how long the queue was at her till, sighing to herself as she saw how many people there were still waiting to be served, and every time she thought she might get chance to run off for a quick loo break, more customers would inevitably turn up. By the time the store had become quiet enough for her to be able to close her till and finally take a break, she was so desperate that she was now standing up, bending forwards over her till and jiggling up and down on the spot with her thighs pressed together, doing her best to stand still and hide her desperation from customers. After serving the final customer in her queue, she quickly logged out of her till (while now jiggling frantically) and turned to me, running a hand gently over her bladder which was now noticeably full and swollen beneath her tight black trousers. Her polo shirt lifted up slightly and I noticed that she'd unzipped her trousers slightly to give her poor bladder more room, and I even caught a quick glimpse of the top of her knickers. 'I am seriously fucking dying for a wee' she muttered, trying to squeeze past my chair to leave the till. I stood up to move my chair out the way and as she squeezed past me, so close that she was pressing her bum right up against my rapidly-stiffening cock, I couldn't help but give her sides a quick tickle. 'Don't you dare, I'm gonna wee myself' she said quite loudly, squirming away (thankfully there were no customers around at that point!). She flashed me a cheeky smile, jiggled again then hurried off to the staff toilets for relief. One of the cashiers was a very attractive 19 year old blonde named Helen who would never use the toilets in the garden centre, she even hated using the staff toilets in the break room, so she would usually try to last her whole shift without peeing. She was studying dance at college and was very slim and petite, and she would always drink so much water during her shift that after 5 or 6 hours she would be absolutely bursting to go, visibly flustered and fidgeting with her legs crossed while sitting behind the till or pacing around while stood up serving customers. By the end of her shift she would often be really desperate to pee and her bladder would be so full that it would be noticeably bulging and she would have to undo the top button on her tight black work trousers, hidden underneath her uniform polo shirt. Even in that desperate state she would rather wait until she got home to the comfort of her own toilet, and she would sometimes say things like 'Oooh I can't wait to get home and go for a wee'. I can remember that near the end of her very first shift she told me that she was 'bursting for a wee but would rather wet herself than use the toilets here'. She jiggled a bit and said 'or I suppose I could go outside and wee on the plants', though of course she never did. We also had a Santa's grotto over the Christmas period where kids could come and meet a guy dressed as Santa, and Helen would often volunteer to be one of 'Santa's elves' which involved her dressing up in a cute tunic, stripy tights and boots. The tunic was quite short on her and barely covered her bum, so she was certainly very popular with some of the dads who were taking their children to see Santa! At the end of her shift she would often be absolutely bursting and struggling to stand still and keep her composure while giving the children their present, hopping from foot to foot, bouncing and and crossing her legs while pretending to be dancing to the Christmas music that was always playing. Afterwards she would rush back to the tills and go into the office to change out of her costume before she could finally get home and relieve herself. Here are some more stories I found on a couple of different forums, unfortunately I don't remember the exact sources as I saved these to an old hard drive years ago: I was in a supermarket on a Saturday afternoon, I saw and overheard the girl on the next till to the one I was queueing at, turn around to the supervisor (who was on the phone at the little kiosk/desk this place has behind the tills) and say loudly “Is anyone coming down so I can go? Well the supervisor was pre-occupied with what she was doing and didn’t answer-the girl of course could just have been at the end of her shift - but, she was serving an off duty staff member - a young male trainee manager - who said to her “Blimey haven’t you been yet?”- to which the girl replied, “No she still hasn’t sent anyone down!” The young man then went over to the supervisor - I couldn’t hear the conversation but the supervisor sort of shrugged and shook her head. The girl who had been watching the conversation gathered the response was negative and said again quite loudly to the young man as he returned “Suppose I’ll just have to wet my knickers then! She wasn’t showing any obvious signs of being desperate. but from her reference to wetting herself, I assumed she was. How long she’d been waiting I don’t know, and once again due to circumstances I couldn’t hang about to find the outcome. A few years ago I had an 18yr old student work with me as part of her training. As with most students she had a part-time job - in her case she worked in a very large co-op superstore on the tills. She was telling me how boring and bad it was and if the shop was very busy, as it was on Saturdays and late-nights when she worked, their break times were often delayed by as much as 1.1/2 hrs which was all very well she said - “Except that they were only allowed to go to the loo at break times unless they were really really desperate, and only then at the supervisors discretion if the shop wasn’t too busy!” She told me that on one occasion she had been dying for a wee but the supervisor didn’t let her go for nearly an hour - she had been on the till for nearly 3.1/2 hrs by then! We have a greengrocers in the village, a woman in her thirties, who I know, works in there. I was in there about 11.30 in the morning on this particular day when another woman who works part-time in there came in. I hadn’t really noticed before but the one I know was on her own. She said to her colleague, “Oooo I’m glad you’ve come in, can you just take over a minute while I nip to the loo - I’m absolutely bursting - John’s gone to the wholesalers and I’ve not been all morning! (Johns the owner). She returned a few minutes later and said to her friend “Sorry I was so long, God I was bursting - I couldn’t stop weeing - that’ll teach me to drink so much tea when I’m on my own! This one took place in my village mini-market, the girl who worked in there was about 18/19yrs old and a very pretty brunette. On this particular occasion she was minding the shop on her own. The shop was as always quite busy with a steady stream of people coming and going and when I joined the queue at the till there were 2 or 3 waiting to be served and a few more in the shop, in front of me was a middle aged lady. The girl looked flustered and rushed off her feet, also I couldn’t help but notice that she was displaying tell-tale signs of needing a pee fairly badly. She kept doing the little jiggling dance and a couple of times bobbed up and down and crossed her legs (she was standing, by the way, and wearing a short skirt beneath her open smock overall which all helped to make the scene more enjoyable). When the lady in front of me got to the till, she asked the girl if she was alright as she seemed to be very flustered (she obviously knew the girl). “Not really, the girl replied, the boss has gone out delivering and left me on my own, it’s been really busy and I’M DYING TO GO TO THE TOILET!” She jiggled about and bobbed up and down again. At that point the phone rang and she had to excuse herself from serving the lady, leave the till and walk around the counter to answer it. I could see she was obviously having difficulty standing still for the minute or so she was on the phone. Returning to the till, she stopped to cross her legs and gave a little shudder, folding her arms across her stomach. “Oooo I’M DYING TO GO! she gasped. “Why ever don’t you go then?” the lady asked her. “I can’t leave the shop unattended” the girl replied. “Don’t be silly, said the lady, You must, I’ll watch the shop for you.” Sounding reluctant, the girl said “No I can’t, I’m not supposed to, I’d get into trouble if the boss came back! “What will you do?” the lady asked “Oh I’ll just have to wait till he gets back!” was the reply The lady then left and the girl served me, I didn’t like to mention her problem in case I seemed to inquisitive, nor could I stay to watch although I really wanted to as you can imagine. This one took place just before Christmas in a department store. The place was packed, and all the paypoints had several staff serving and unbelievable queues. I was standing near to one of these paypoints when one of the cashiers, a very attractive woman possibly in her early thirties, rang the bell to summon a supervisor. The supervisor came over and the cashier had some sort of query with an item but she also reminded her that she was long overdue for her break. The supervisor promised to send a replacement. The woman cashier turned to her female customer and said “Thank God, coz I’ll explode if I don’t go the loo soon!” The customer must have asked her when she should have had her break (it was too noisy to hear every word) and the woman cashier replied “3.15.” It was now almost 4.00pm She jiggled around a bit and said something I didn’t catch. I managed to stay nearby for this one and after about 10 minutes another girl duly came. The woman cashier hurried off very quickly! Another grocery shop in our village. This happened in the Sept 2000 U.K. petrol blockade, which caused a food shortage scare and consequently some very busy shops. It was about 12.30pm when I was in there, the girl on the till called over the young man who works in the shop and said You’ll have to take over for a bit I’ve simply got to go, I can’t hold it any longer! As she was hurrying away towards the back of the shop she said as she passed one of the customers I assumed she knew, “Can’t stop - I’M BUSTIN’, I haven’t been all morning, it’s been too busy! Then she disappeared through a side door, you could hear her footsteps running up the stairs! Just to round off - a couple of very, very minor sightings I had this year - both in a very busy £1 shop in the city on separate occasions. Waiting to pay at the till (2 young female cashiers) Girl #1 locks her till starts moving away saying to her colleague “I’ve got to go now” Girl #2 replies “What - don’t leave me on my own now - look at the queue!” (About 20 people lining up) Girl #1 answered. “Do you want me to stay here and wet myself then?” To which Girl #2 replied something like “ Well go if you must, but be quick!” Girl #1 hurried off. The second incident was when I overheard the very cute young cashier who had just finished serving me, turn to the manageress who was coming round collecting the cash and ask “Is it O.K. if I go to the toilet now, I still haven’t managed to get a chance to go yet and I’m getting desperate!” She was obviously referring to an earlier request. Unfortunately for me she got the go ahead and hurried off. I'm reminded of an experience at an up-market bed shop in a North Yorkshire spa town. I'd gone in to buy a new bed and the lone female assistant was busy with a demanding couple who had their Mercedes parked outside. I waited a good 20 minutes whilst browsing before the other couple left. The assistant was a brunette, petite and around 24 years old. As we were discussing bed requirements I did note she seemed somewhat distracted, and was having trouble standing still for more than a few seconds at a time. Of course, I wondered if being on her own in the shop had meant being unable to take a much needed break to spend a penny. Any excuse to walk around the shop she took, seemingly unable to stand still in one spot, torn between not wanting to leave me and lose a sale, but anxious to dash off to the loo before she ... well I'm sure you can guess. I did need to buy a bed, had seen the one I wanted, so agreed to buy it. The assistant took my order and deposit payment, and hurriedly explained about the various options and delivery details. As an expert in reading the signs it was obvious to me by her body language, hurried speech and anxious expression that she was absolutely gasping for a wee. I didn't prolong her agony, and let her move things to a swift close. I was happy with my purchase, and wished her a good day. As I left the shop I saw the young lady hurrying over to the door marked "Staff Only", one hand pressed firmly between her legs. I can only speculate as to whether she made it or not, and the scene that unfolded in the toilet as she frantically scrambled to undress in time, but it was a lovely desperation sighting. And the bed was perfect too when it arrived. I suppose you could say I was a happy and satisfied customer. I was with my wife doing our weekly shop at the supermarket one evening about 7pm. The place was very busy and there were queues of people 4 or 5 deep at every checkout, there were about 25 checkouts open. We joined one of the queues, gradually working our way to the front.. As we got to be the next in line I noticed that the checkout girl, who was about 19 or 20 was very agitated and kept looking around, she also kept leaning over to talk to a colleague on the next checkout. The light above her till was continually flashing so I just assumed that she had some kind of query and needed the supervisors attention. However the supervisor didn't come and was nowhere to be seen. The girl finished serving the customer in front then as we moved up to load on our shopping I realised what the girls problem was. I overheard her talking to her friend on the next checkout . 'Where has she got to?' the girl said, presumably referring to the absent supervisor, 'I can't hold on much longer, I'm dying to go to the loo!'. Well I'd discovered what the problem was, much to my excitement. The girl turned to serve us, squirming and fidgeting around on her chair as she did so. I noticed that she had her legs crossed, which was difficult in the confined space and caused her to sit slightly sideways at the till, she also had a hand pressed down hard into her lap. She greeted us with, 'Oooh, sorry, you'll have to excuse me - but I'm absolutely dying to go to the loo!'. 'Oh dear', my wife replied, sympathetically, 'So why don't you go?' 'Oh we're not allowed to leave the tills without permission', the girl answered, 'Not even to go to the toilet!' 'That must be really awful for you', my wife said, 'Can't you ask to go?' 'I have', the girl exclaimed, 'Twice in the last hour! I'm still waiting! She (the supervisor) said she'd get someone else to take over, but she hasn't. I'm trying to find her to remind her - Ooooh God, I'm absolutely BURSTING to WEE!!' The girl started to pass our shopping through, bouncing and wriggling about on her chair and frequently pressing a hand to her lap. My wife asked if she was due for a break soon. 'No, I don't get off until 9pm', the girl replied, 'I can't possibly wait that long! I'M DESPERATE TO GO NOW! It's always the same when it's busy, there aren't enough staff and they just won't let you off. Oh God, I'm dying to go for a wee!' She exclaimed again, breaking off completely to lean backwards and look for the missing supervisor. Still no sign of her. The girl resumed work, making a 'ssssss' sound through clenched teeth. 'I don't know where she's got to!' The girl complained, breaking off yet again to sit bolt upright and press both hands hard down. She gave a little shudder and I could see her tightly crossed thighs were straining beneath her skirt. 'Ooooh God, I'M DYING TO WEE!' she repeated. My wife offered to go and see if she could find the supervisor as she was concerned about the girls plight, but the girl declined seeming not to want to cause a problem or maybe get in trouble for sending a customer. 'Oh it's alright'. She said, although clearly she wasn't. 'It must be awful for you', my wife said to her, 'It looks like you're in agony'. 'You're not kidding' the girl exclaimed, 'I need to go so bad, holding it is giving me stomach ache - Oh God - I'm absolutely BURSTING!!' She broke off to look down the aisle behind once more - 'Oh God I don't know where she is - I'll just have to WET MYSELF! - It won't be my fault if I do it on the chair!' By now the girl had almost finished our shopping and as we paid she stood up to complete the receipts and check the card details etc.. She was standing crossed legged one foot off the ground jiggling and dancing around - she just couldn't stay still. 'I hope you'll be able to get off soon'. My wife said to her. The girl replied, 'Well if I don't there's going to be a very big puddle down here any minute!' At this point we had to leave although I delayed as long as I could packing the groceries - My wife knows of my interests in female desperation by the way, but didn't want me to hang around watching someone else either! As we left I noticed that there was a queue of 4 or 5 customers and still no sign of anyone coming to the girls aid! About 5 minutes later I returned the trolley from the car park - I looked through the window - She was still there bouncing up and down! I'd love to know what the outcome was - but I guess I never will. A time a few years ago in McDonalds springs to mind. This young, pretty, fresh-faced blonde with a rear to die for was clearly in some trouble; dancing around on the spot, biting her lip and looking deadly serious, all the while still serving customers. I got in her queue and I saw her bouncing up and down while asking the guy who looked like the manager something about being excused for a moment. I guess they were busy as I heard him say her break was in a few minutes, or maybe he was enjoying it and using that as an excuse... When I ordered from her I got the McFlurry ice cream with my meal since I knew it would take longer to prepare, so i could enjoy her clear desperation and see her bouncing up and down while she waited for it to finish, I actually heard her squeeking slightly when she was taking my money, she was on the edge of losing control of her overflowing bladder. I think I saw her rusing off as we were sat down eating, never did see her again but I will never forget the best trip to the otherwise diabolical McDonalds. I was in a large supermarket the other day with my wife and daughter and as we were putting our goods on the conveyor belt a lady came and put a sign up saying "This checkout is closing". It was obviously time for the cashiers break or end of shift. As she was scanning our items (we had quite a lot of stuff), I noticed that she was bobbing from one foot to the other and bouncing a little. I kept my eye on her and enjoyed the show whilst we continued to have the shopping scanned and we packed our bags. I took a while to find my credit card and make the payment. Then my wife and daughter went to the toilets, which were behind the checkouts. I stood with the trolley and waited for them to come out. I watched as the girl on the checkout tried to cash up - she was fumbling getting money in the bags whilst still bouncing. As soon as she finished cashing up, she bolted for the toilets. I wish I could have heard her as I bet she blasted her pee into the porcelain the second she got her knickers down! kenn, wettingman, Tony6668 and 20 others 20 1 2 Quote Link to comment
DespAndHold 337 Posted November 5, 2020 Share Posted November 5, 2020 Wow some absolutely fantastic sightings here thank you for sharing Despguy123 1 Quote Link to comment
Despguy123 2,699 Posted November 5, 2020 Author Share Posted November 5, 2020 2 minutes ago, New_Macca said: Wow some absolutely fantastic sightings here thank you for sharing Thanks, there's a few more to come. Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted November 5, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 5, 2020 1 hour ago, Despguy123 said: Thanks, there's a few more to come. Sure looking forward to that very much. Your content is greatly valued Despguy123 1 Quote Link to comment
huberp76 3,804 Posted November 6, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 6, 2020 Thank you for sharing all this fantastic stories. My favorites are where the girls don’t have a chance to go all day, or where the girls are needing to wee really bad, but still have to hold it for a long time. bigboy4005 and Despguy123 2 Quote Link to comment
DespAndHold 337 Posted November 6, 2020 Share Posted November 6, 2020 I have to say though I don’t know how you would have managed to work effectively with someone like Helen there who every day is holding to such extreme lengths! She sounds like a dream and you are so lucky to have enjoyed that time with her. Did she ever give in and go in work or hold out every single day despite how swollen her bladder was? I bet you’d have loved to have socialised with her and seen how she coped when drinking socially whether she still refused to use public toilets or alcohol freed her inhibitions and she went freely huberp76 1 Quote Link to comment
Despguy123 2,699 Posted November 6, 2020 Author Share Posted November 6, 2020 6 hours ago, New_Macca said: I have to say though I don’t know how you would have managed to work effectively with someone like Helen there who every day is holding to such extreme lengths! She sounds like a dream and you are so lucky to have enjoyed that time with her. Did she ever give in and go in work or hold out every single day despite how swollen her bladder was? I bet you’d have loved to have socialised with her and seen how she coped when drinking socially whether she still refused to use public toilets or alcohol freed her inhibitions and she went freely I think there were only a couple of occasions where she was so desperate to go that she could no longer hide her need from customers and had no choice but to give in and go for a wee. I have a memory of watching her literally running through the store to the toilets one day at closing time, her lovely bum jiggling in her tight trousers, after telling our supervisor that if there would be a puddle on the floor if she tried to wait any longer! DespAndHold 1 Quote Link to comment
huberp76 3,804 Posted November 6, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 6, 2020 7 hours ago, New_Macca said: I have to say though I don’t know how you would have managed to work effectively with someone like Helen there who every day is holding to such extreme lengths! She sounds like a dream and you are so lucky to have enjoyed that time with her. Did she ever give in and go in work or hold out every single day despite how swollen her bladder was? I bet you’d have loved to have socialised with her and seen how she coped when drinking socially whether she still refused to use public toilets or alcohol freed her inhibitions and she went freely I totally agree with you, Helen would be a dream. Very slim and sporty and she don’t pee all her shift long. To know that she did not wee for so long and to see her usual flat belly swollen from her overfilled bladder, would be total arousing. I would love to talk her to a drink or to a dinner after her shift! Could she wait for peeing until she gets home, could she hold it that long? I would love to try it! bigboy4005 and DespAndHold 2 Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted November 6, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Popular Post Share Posted November 6, 2020 I hope @Despguy123 doesn’t mind but I thought I would share some of my own sightings of desperate cashiers too. The first was a number of years ago when I visited a small independent wool shop in a small town in Wales. There was just one member of staff who was a man in his mid thirties, tall, friendly and professionally dressed. When I arrived he was sitting at a desk at the side of the shop working at a computer and I noticed two empty coffee cups beside him. It was around lunch time and I was the only customer in the shop. I browsed through several folders of knitting patterns, taking odd ones out to buy and then putting the folders back again. I could hear the cashier behind me typing and I could also hear the rhythmic tapping of his food on the floor too. At one point he asked if I needed any help and I said I was ok. The tapping of his foot continued but as he was behind me I carried on browsing. About ten minutes later he came out from behind the desk to talk to me. He seemed agitated and he was moving from foot to foot as he spoke to me about what I was looking for. We spoke for a few minutes and I handed him the patterns I had looked out and said how lovely the shop was etc. He was friendly but definitely gave the impression he was keen for me to buy and leave as I was very aware by now he very likely needed a wee. At this point I noticed all the beautiful wool on display and said I wanted to get some to match one of the patterns. I took my time choosing which one because they were all so lovely but when I turned around the cashier was now back behind the counter with one hand hidden. Thinking back I am sure he was grabbing himself as he was clearly bursting but I was as much focussed on my purchase. He needed to reach the wool I needed and after he had stretched up to get it I noticed he could no longer stand still. Now he really seemed to rush me and he was already ringing up the till and bagging the goods when I realised the item needed buttons! I could see the frustration as he bit his lip and leaned forwards and pointed me to the button display. ‘I am due to close for lunch soon. If you wouldn’t mind choosing quickly mam.’ But buttons can make or break a garment and I really wanted the right ones! I even asked to have a ball of the wool back out the bag to ensure the buttons were a similar colour. The cashier sighed but obliged. I chose the buttons and paid but paused to look around the shop again before leaving. By this point the cashier was standing right beside me with a hand in his pocket and extremely antsy. When I finally left he pulled the shop shutter down and bolted to a shop a few doors up where I assume he had access to a toilet and I hoped he made it on time. Another time was at the opticians. I arrived a little early for my eye test which was late afternoon and the girl at the desk asked me to sit and wait. She kept busy answering the phone, walking around the small shop and keeping the desk tidy but she seemed stressed and anxious and fidgety. She was the only one at the front desk and I passed the time of day asking if they had been busy today and when she was due to finish. By this point she was red faced and fidgety behind the desk and she smiled back saying they closed at 5 and it had been non stop all day and that she’d had to cut her lunch short because a GP has sent a customer down with an eye infection that needed emergency care. She sighed and I said it sounded like a long day when she muttered quietly. ‘yip. Not even had a chance to use the bathroom today.’ I replied that that ‘wasn’t good’ and I hoped she could at least go soon. By this point I could tell she must be bursting because she couldn’t sit still for more than a minute. She looked into the examination room and sighed before walking over to me and asking quietly. ’When Mr Donnelly comes out would you mind waiting a couple of minutes extra while he holds the fort and I run to the loo? I don’t think I can wait while you have your examination.’ Of course I said that was fine as she paced up and down the shop clearly desperate to go. It was another ten minutes or so before the optician came out with the customer as he called the girl over and asked her to measure the customer for glasses and help her choose. I watched as the girl went quietly up to the older man and whispered ‘I really really need to use the toilet first. Could I please please go before you see Miss Whitehead and I help Mrs Docherty. I’ve been waiting nearly an hour. Please!’ Thankfully she was allowed to go because I dread to think how she would have waited any longer! Another time I worked part time in a small shoe shop as a student. The manager was an older woman who unfortunately wasn’t very nice to work for but she often manned the shop alone only bringing in other staff to allow her to get a break and to cover stock intakes. I usually started my short shift around 1pm to allow her to get a lunch break. One day I arrived a the shop and found the manager busy with some customers so I slipped into the back and logged in, hung my jacket up and then joined her at the front of the shop. The manager was still serving customers at this point and she was behind the counter so I walked around the shop tidying up and helping another customer who had recently come in. I hadn’t paid much attention to the manager as I tried to avoid her as much as possible but I guessed that as soon as she was going to go for lunch she would call me over to the counter. I could hear her still chatting so carried on helping and advising another customer. Finally the customer the manager had been serving left but by now I had had to go into the stock room to find something for my customer. At this point I noticed the manager standing at the entrance to the stock room in her skirt, tights and high heels and she lifted one leg behind her and rubbed it on the back of the other leg. She seemed to be watching me as I fetched a small ladder to reach the shoes I was looking for. As I climbed the ladder I noticed the manager had her thighs very tightly together and she seemed agitated. But she never said anything. I got the shoes the customer wanted and headed back to the shop passing the manager who had one foot in the shop floor and one in the stock room. She glared at me but I walked past her and out to the customer. Just then another family came in looking for slippers or something and because I was busy the manager had to help them. I noticed she did so standing behind the till and moving quite a bit and when my customer went to pay she refused to even allow me to use the till to cash through the sale, insisting she needed to remain behind the till for ‘safety’. Finally by almost 1:30 the shop had gone quiet and I casually said to the manager that she must be desperate to get something to eat. That’s when she stood at the entrance to the stock room bouncing from foot to foot and she commented back something about ‘not as desperate as I am to use the ladies! I’ve been needing to go all morning!’ She wasn’t the sort of person to mention anything that made her vulnerable so I was shocked at her confession! Despguy123, knarf11, wannawatch and 6 others 9 Quote Link to comment
wannawatch 255 Posted November 6, 2020 Share Posted November 6, 2020 Great stories from you both.. Thanks for sharing! Quote Link to comment
DespAndHold 337 Posted November 6, 2020 Share Posted November 6, 2020 7 hours ago, Despguy123 said: I think there were only a couple of occasions where she was so desperate to go that she could no longer hide her need from customers and had no choice but to give in and go for a wee. I have a memory of watching her literally running through the store to the toilets one day at closing time, her lovely bum jiggling in her tight trousers, after telling our supervisor that if there would be a puddle on the floor if she tried to wait any longer! Wow that sounds absolutely amazing especially if made it until closing time when customers went so she only had journey home to last but simply couldn’t do it! She really must know her limit from experience to feel it tip to a point she just couldn’t wait.. I wonder if she had leaked? GreenChile 1 Quote Link to comment
Mbgpeelover 8,721 Posted November 9, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted November 9, 2020 Just remembered another cashier who was desperate! this happened after university one day when I was driving home. I had been talking to some friends in the car park and then got into my car. It was already getting dark so I out my lights on and as I reversed out my friend tapped my window to say one of my back lights wasn’t working. So on the way home I pulled into a local car parts place that was close to closing for the day. The guy at the counter was in his mid to late thirties, well built and rugged. I told him what I wanted but to find the part I had to return to my car to get the registration so he could get the right bulbs I needed. I did notice he seemed restless as he walked around the open store area behind him searching for the part but then he found it and rang up the till. it was then I had to ask for help because I honestly had no idea how to access my lights to change the bulb. He sighed a little and seemed to be flustered but agreed to help me though he said he was the only one in the shop so I would need to keep an eye out for any customers. Outside at my car I now guessed why he was flustered as he set about fixing my headlight while moving around an awful lot! I even commented that it was cold etc but he openly smiled at me and very straightforwardly replied ‘nah I just haven’t had a chance for a break and I need a loo break rather a lot.’ I got to enjoy watching him squirm as he changed my bulb for me but I did pay him for the job and as he ran back in at the end he pulled the shutter half down and I assume he ran to the toilet! I do wonder how long he’d been needing to go before I arrived. Despguy123 1 Quote Link to comment
stinklerus 389 Posted November 10, 2020 Share Posted November 10, 2020 I hope no one minds me adding this one. Unfortunately, although I was in the vicinity I actually missed witnessing it. I heard the whole story when my wife related it to our daughter in law later. It happened about an year ago. Granddaughter had a day off school. Her dad was at work, so her mum decided that, as it was a bright, frosty morning, we should take the children on a woodland walk. We headed for a small place which was once a farm but is now an antique shop, bookshop and small café and also has a few walks centred on it. We went our walk and then wife, daughter in law and granddaughter had a look through the various shop buildings. It was very quiet and we seemed to be the only people there. There were notices up stating that in the event of anyone wanting to buy something that they should pay in the coffee shop if other areas were unattended - all very refreshingly trusting, I thought! Any way the ladies looked around and granddaughter selected a few hand made decorations for the Christmas tree. Her granny of course agreed to buy them for her, so we headed for the coffee shop. It was very small, but there was nobody else there so we decided to have coffee and cake and it was arranged that we would pay for the other items along with our coffee. The system was that you ordered your drink and it was taken to your table then you paid when you had finished, so we ordered and sat down. There was only one, middle aged lady working at the counter and I didn’t see anyone else before we went through for a seat. We had our coffee and cake and I took our grandson out for a wander about the courtyard whilst his mum took the buggy and granddaughter off to look at something else whilst my wife went to pay. Now the rest of this story is as it was told by my wife to my daughter in law and I am still kicking myself for missing out on what happened! When she went to the counter to pay there was a man there being served. He was apparently very chatty and spoke to my wife as well as to the serving lady. On hearing my wife’s accent he started trying to guess where she came from and it took him several goes before he got it right. While all this was happening, my wife had noticed the woman behind the counter appear to become increasingly restless and fidgety. She said that she also looked a bit flushed in the face and kept looking through a door to the back of the building. The man eventually stopped chatting and paid for whatever goods he had bought and left. My wife then went to the counter to pay. At this point she noticed the woman was gripping the back edge of the counter with both hands and was standing strangely, with her legs squeezed together and bent slightly at the knees. When my wife said that she was ready to pay the woman said “Sorry I’ll be okay in a bit. Just let me stand here for a moment or two or I’ll pee myself!” My wife could hardly believe that the woman had just said that but tried to hide her alarm and told her that it was okay and there was no hurry. The woman then suddenly grabbed herself between the legs, muttered “Sorry, I’ll be right back” and disappeared through a door at the back of the shop. After a minute or two the woman came back looking much more relaxed. As she was serving my wife she then told her “Sorry about that, but I was desperate! I thought that man would never stop talking! When I got there I didn’t even have time to take my apron off, or I would have wet my knickers!” That was all that was said about the matter and my wife paid up and came back out to join us. It was as we were walking back to the car I overheard her telling daughter in law about it and I immediately wished I had staying inside to witness the show. Despguy123, bustin2pee, daniel2 and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Despguy123 2,699 Posted November 10, 2020 Author Share Posted November 10, 2020 On 11/6/2020 at 9:56 PM, Mbgpeelover said: I hope @Despguy123 doesn’t mind but I thought I would share some of my own sightings of desperate cashiers too. I don't mind at all, I always love reading about your sightings! 2 hours ago, stinklerus said: It was as we were walking back to the car I overheard her telling daughter in law about it and I immediately wished I had staying inside to witness the show. That was a great sighting! Its a shame that you didn't get to witness it yourself, but if you had gone with your wife to the till, the cashier may not have been so candid about her predicament. Quote Link to comment
stinklerus 389 Posted November 10, 2020 Share Posted November 10, 2020 Indeed, my presence might have stopped her from being so forthcoming, but from the description my wife gave she would still either have had to rush off holding herself or been forced to go in her knickers at the counter. I was actually a bit gutted that I missed it though. Quote Link to comment
bustin2pee 1,726 Posted November 10, 2020 Share Posted November 10, 2020 10 hours ago, stinklerus said: I hope no one minds me adding this one. Unfortunately, although I was in the vicinity I actually missed witnessing it. I heard the whole story when my wife related it to our daughter in law later. It happened about an year ago. Absolutely fantastic sighting, shame you missed it yourself, however those sort of incidents reported by a third party always seem to have a special significance to me: i.e. it made such a dramatic impression that the event was deemed important enough to be retold. I think you are probably right, though, your presence may have stopped the woman being so frank. daniel2 1 Quote Link to comment
MelodySeeker 57 Posted November 13, 2020 Share Posted November 13, 2020 This wasn't a sighting per say but I happened to end up being a counter assistant bursting for a wee today! I'd just come off lunch and just before I could get to loo I was called to help on the counter. I was already about 7/10 just after lunch since I have drank 3 bottles of water through out the day, and it was 4 hours later before I got the chance to dash to the loos. How I kept my composure is beyond me! david_578, Despguy123, bustin2pee and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment
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Guest Posted November 16, 2020 Share Posted November 16, 2020 Don't know about desperate cashiers or shop workers, but once at the mall I saw a girl walk pretty briskly from the employees' bathroom with her jeans flooded. She had her hands down at her sides, clenched into fists. It's actually the first and only time I've seen anyone with more than a wet spot on their crotch, and come to think of it, it'd have been awesome to coincidentally have been in her shop to see her desperate, and then watch her flood herself. But I'm not complaining. I mean, I feel bad for her, of course, but it was a great sighting. Quote Link to comment
Dwayne 118 Posted November 17, 2020 Share Posted November 17, 2020 18 hours ago, Hopeful said: I mean, I feel bad for her, of course, but it was a great sighting. I think we can feel bad for peoples accidents but still secretly enjoy them at the same time. 🙂 At least I don't have a certain superpower... Medinapee 1 Quote Link to comment
sammilove 835 Posted November 17, 2020 Share Posted November 17, 2020 These are all quite good. I've had a few sightings and a close call or two myself. I worked at the local grocery store for almost 5 years and saw plenty. Not nearly as many as I'd like but enough. I'll to share a few of them however uneventful they were haha. bustin2pee 1 Quote Link to comment
bustin2pee 1,726 Posted November 18, 2020 Share Posted November 18, 2020 3 hours ago, sammilove said: I'll to share a few of them however uneventful they were haha. Yes please! The checkout cashier/shop worker is my all time favourite desperation setting. i would love to read about your sightings and experiences Quote Link to comment
TheBladderBoss 131 Posted November 18, 2020 Share Posted November 18, 2020 Fantastic stories! You certainly have alot of them and such great detail! Well done! I loved them all! Quote Link to comment
Tony6668 1 Posted November 19, 2020 Share Posted November 19, 2020 These are some amazing stories. Very well written up too. My job requires me and my coworkers to be moving around constantly so I don't usually get to see their desperation. The girls do usually tell me when they have to pee as they hurry past to go to the restroom. No one knows about my fetish, but it does make me happy they tell me. I often tell the "thanks for letting me know" but they think I'm being sarcastic. thinkpadman 1 Quote Link to comment
peedespes02 686 Posted November 20, 2020 Share Posted November 20, 2020 Very good story here. I love reading about the desperation women and saying they need to pee bad. I work food story and I can tell you some desperation stories. Quote Link to comment
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