The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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Oh god oh god please hurry.” The girl was beside herself. “It’s going to come out! Find something for me to pee in!” She was wearing a skirt which had mostly ridden up to her waist with all the squirming, so peeing into something would have been relatively easy. One bus was coming in 8 minutes and another one in 18 minutes. I was hoping the girls was waiting for the one in 18 minutes.

Here comes a couple of sightings of very desperate girls i have seen at the same bus-stop. These sightings are also quite recent. They both happened in november-december. Somehow, she made it through the next 30 minutes or so, and we pulled into the bus park. A bleak expanse of concrete with a few other buses scattered around. There were no toilets in sight. Oh god hurry hurry please hurry” she started tearing her shorts down again, and then her panties, until she was stood there naked from the waist down, both hands in her crotch. After a while her friends got on a bus, but she stayed at the bus stop. When they were gone she stepped a bit more frantically from foot to foot for a short time. I had no sooner imagined the plume of toilet particles hanging around the park bathroom before I was outside, freely urinating into a bed of clover. It’s one thing to accept that using shared bathrooms means likely inhaling aerosol particles expelled by recent users. It’s another thing to take on a potential extra health risk right now.A collection of drabbles from Tumblr requests. 98% omo, but a few chapters are not. Tags to be added as it updates. Will start a new work (part 2) when I reach chapter 100. Series That sounds amazing. You were quite privileged to witness such a show! Thanks for sharing. And now, really, I want to know where that bus stop is! ;) She was twisting her body around a lot, and squirming on the spot. She was often squeezing her legs together and adjusted her position often. Robyn was beside herself. Seeing (and feeling) her friend peeing so much and so close to her had sent her bladder into overdrive. From my phone call shortly afterwards:

It's long. I don't think i can hold it that long. I'm going to pee in the bus, i just know it."She sounded serious, and very very worried. Sometimes she also rubbed her knees and tights against each other for a while. It was obvious that she needed to pee badly, but she stayed with her friends at the bus stop. She was very embarrassed. Humiliated. That was written all over her. She stood with her legs tight together for some time, while her friend comforted her. During her stay at the bus stop she put her hands on her thighs many times, and she was changing her position often. She continued her squirming, pee-pee dancing and stepping on the spot all the time. Her pee-pee dancing had become more tense lately.

My friend is known to have a smaller bladder. She often requests stops on other trips much to the annoyance of whom ever is driving. Catching on that this is annoying she has since stopped requesting stops and just holds it until the next stop (normally gas or food so every couple of hours). Which normally results in her rushing to the restroom whenever we stop. The need to pee is a long invisible leash tethering women to home, especially in the age of manic hydration culture. Holding in your pee isn’t healthy and can have long term effects. And even when bathrooms are available, using a shared toilet carries a different risk in the age of COVID-19. “Toilets should be regarded as one of the infection sources” for coronavirus, research published in June in the journal Physics of Fluids found. When a toilet has been used and then flushed by a person who has the virus, a “massive upward transport of virus particles” can occur.

She did the knee bending more and more often as time passed. She often folded her hands in front of her skirt as she stood there squirming. I love basically holding at more , but i it is absolutely hot too, to watch a girl pee, especially if she was holding it for so long and if she is needing it so really, really bad.

In our sleeping bags we kissed and cuddled a little, trying to put off the inevitable time where we would have to get up into the cold air. She started stepping from foot to foot for a while regularly. And every now and then she was "walkig on the spot" by lifting her feet up repeatedly. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs, squeezing her legs together, rotating her body around, shifting her weight around, and adjusting her position very often. After leaving this town each subsiquent town got smaller and smaller and after about 100 miles or so the towns did not have gas stations that were open. The road we were on was just a county road so there were no rest areas, it was just two lanes as far as the eye could see. My friend was making the most of the night driving and was asleep for most of it. After about 2 hours of driving I had finished my 32oz beverage and had started in on the next one. I could feel that I needed to pee soon, but I kept thinking that there would be an open gas station in the next town.