The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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Just seconds later she was hit by another wave of desperation: She squeezed her thighs togeter. Then her eyes became wet and she grabbed her skirt again.

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. 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. I was seriously losing it at this point. I was frantically trying to hold it in. The most desperate I’ve ever been because I was holding relief in my hand, I just couldn’t fit it under my crotch. It was torture, and I was soaking wet by this point, leaking loads.”

You are totally right! But then again hind sight is 20-20. A part of the story I didn't tell is that leaving the park I got a flat tire, and well... places in that part of the country aren't open on Sundays. So I was driving on the spare tire until I could find a place that was open. Not having an extra tire any more really had me worried.

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. She said this with a low voice, but i was close enough to hear it. She did her knee bending/bounching while saying this. These are a few short stories about my experiences with some ex girlfriends at music festivals. I’ve only typed one out so far but there have been a few and I’ll keep adding if you’re interested! Would love to hear other people’s stories too! Me too,” replied Robyn “We will make a run for it after this act finishes” Just imagining running to the toilet made her cross her legs extra tight as pee tried to surge out of her. “Ahhhh thinking about toilets makes it so much worse!”Finally we saw our tent. She started running again, both hands inside her jeans, which were falling down a little because of all the movement. I don’t know exactly what she was hoping for at our tent, but she didn’t make it. She was pee-pee dancing constantly. She could hardly stand still for a second. She needed to pee so bad. She seemed to be far beyond the point where she could hide her desperation by making her desperation moves a bit discrete. She had an uncomfortable look in her face, and she didn't seem to participate much in their conversation. Candice was recently on a four-hour West Coast road trip and didn’t feel comfortable going into a rest stop to pee. Instead, she settled for some bushes next to a parking lot. “I am extremely pee shy, like it just simply will not come out if I think I’m being watched, even if I’m in a stall with a friend at a bar,” she says. Hidden behind greenery, she started peeing, but halfway through, she realized that she was exposed to the highway. “And yet,” she says. “my pee flowed on, much to my surprise. It was liberating.”