The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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When I got to the top of my road, I threw a strop about how I'd ruined my shoes and threw them over a wall.

I kept an eye on them from the bus stop. They arrived at the main entrance of the cinema. But apparently the door was closed.

The imagination, that she did hold all that wee in her tortured bladder and how much she must have been needing to piss, would be a extra turn on for me.

Same girl, different festival. Cant remember which one, but maybe Glastonbury, given the long drive time. Robyn had been drinking and watching music all day with a group of girlfriends, one of whom was a particularly good friend, I’ll call her Jane. I got my first drunken phone call about 8pm. I couldn’t hear much because of the loud music but Robyn was drunk and having a great time. They had managed to get really close to the front for a favourite band by slowly edging forwards over the last hour, while steadily drinking. I’ll recount this as I was told it, with little snippets from the phone calls. Niall frowned. “I need you for the rest of this mission. It’s not like I don’t have to go too.” Language: English Words: 31,264 Chapters: 10/10 Comments: 31 Kudos: 336 Bookmarks: 16 Hits: 58,840 Her face was paniced for a moment. When this one was over she put her hand under her skirt for a second. It looked like she rubbed the inside of her thighs, just under her crotch. She continued her squirming, pee-pee dancing and stepping on the spot all the time. Her pee-pee dancing had become more tense lately.Cant believe I'm gonna admit this but, several years ago, we'd been to my office Christmas party at Selfridges Hotel. For some bizarre reason, it seemed a good idea to get the night bus all the way home. One friend had a long coat on, and didn't trust herself not to "spoil" it, so she took it off, and left it at the entrance of the alley. Sensible girl. Then she whispered something to her friend. I couldn't hear what she said. They went towards the cinema. Now she started lifting up her legs repeatedly, like walking on the spot for periods. She was biting her lip often, and she looked more concerned. Slowly we made out way forward and slowly she got closer to the outside of the bus. It must have been torture. “I can’t hold it,” she whispered to me, “I’m leaking!”

We stopped to take a look around and she kept shifting and stepping from one foot to another. “God I need a wee - I needed it for that whole last act and now it’s really bad” she crossed one leg over the other and curtseyed a little. 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.I feel like I’m about to explode,” she whispered, looking genuinely worried. “What if I can’t hold it that long?!” She was pushing herself down onto her heel now by grabbing the edges of the seat and pulling, increasing the pressure on her crotch. Sometimes she got some spasm-like shivers over her upper body, accompanied by knee bending and rubbing her legs against each other. 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. 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.