They want us to do WHAT?" Ann cried out. Diana sighed. "I know. It is
boring and silly. But we cannot avoid it." "And that just on my free
afternoon," Ann complained. "Are you sure nobody else of the squad is
available?" Diana shook her head. "Sorry, Ann. There are exams tomorrow,
or something. Only the two of us, and Susan. Jane, maybe. The rest is
out." Ann kicked against a tree. "I hate doing this. Cheering on the
field, okay. Dancing with the band, seems a nice idea. But just being
present at a charity auction... baah." Diana shrugged. "I know, I know.
It's not really interesting. But we are representatives of the university,
and we should be there. Almost orders from above." Ann still was angry.
"Listen, Diana, we are just going to be there for the visual effect.
Parading around in our uniforms, enhancing the scenery. What else do we
do? Do we have something to say, to do, to perform?" Diana shook her head.
"You see! We are just there to be looked at. I hate it."
boring and silly. But we cannot avoid it." "And that just on my free
afternoon," Ann complained. "Are you sure nobody else of the squad is
available?" Diana shook her head. "Sorry, Ann. There are exams tomorrow,
or something. Only the two of us, and Susan. Jane, maybe. The rest is
out." Ann kicked against a tree. "I hate doing this. Cheering on the
field, okay. Dancing with the band, seems a nice idea. But just being
present at a charity auction... baah." Diana shrugged. "I know, I know.
It's not really interesting. But we are representatives of the university,
and we should be there. Almost orders from above." Ann still was angry.
"Listen, Diana, we are just going to be there for the visual effect.
Parading around in our uniforms, enhancing the scenery. What else do we
do? Do we have something to say, to do, to perform?" Diana shook her head.
"You see! We are just there to be looked at. I hate it."
Half an hour later, the four girls were underway to a nearby school, all
of them slightly irritated. "You know, I loved the idea of having the
opportunity to wear my uniform more often, but this goes a bit too far,"
Jane complained. "We are just waving the university flag. Or better,
playing the flag; we are the flag! We are just four flags on legs." Susan
smiled. "I like being a flag, then. I love to wear my uniform, no matter
what I do or whom is looking at it. Don't you feel flattered by the
opportunity to show off?" Jane muttered. "Yeah, I do, but just hanging
around at an auction for a couple of hours is not exactly my idea of an
afternoon well spent." "Come on, cheer up," Diana interrupted. "It's not
that bad. The weather is nice, we have a perfect excuse for not doing most
of our chores, and who knows what we encounter at the auction."
of them slightly irritated. "You know, I loved the idea of having the
opportunity to wear my uniform more often, but this goes a bit too far,"
Jane complained. "We are just waving the university flag. Or better,
playing the flag; we are the flag! We are just four flags on legs." Susan
smiled. "I like being a flag, then. I love to wear my uniform, no matter
what I do or whom is looking at it. Don't you feel flattered by the
opportunity to show off?" Jane muttered. "Yeah, I do, but just hanging
around at an auction for a couple of hours is not exactly my idea of an
afternoon well spent." "Come on, cheer up," Diana interrupted. "It's not
that bad. The weather is nice, we have a perfect excuse for not doing most
of our chores, and who knows what we encounter at the auction."
Jane's worst feelings came true as the four girls entered the school's
premises. Some people had put up several stands and a raised stage with a
microphone on the school yard, and that was it. Although there were plenty
of people around and the man on the stage was chattering over the PA
constantly, acting somewhat like a stand-up comedian, the whole happening
was boring as hell. After ten minutes, they had seen everything, and Ann
looked at her watch. "Oh no, still three hours to go. How can we last?
I'll fall asleep! Is there coffee?" Diana followed her nose and the four
girls ended up behind one of the stands, where a friendly lady distributed
coffee among the auction's participants. With their plastic cups in hand,
they idled around a bit and desperately tried to look for something useful
to do.
premises. Some people had put up several stands and a raised stage with a
microphone on the school yard, and that was it. Although there were plenty
of people around and the man on the stage was chattering over the PA
constantly, acting somewhat like a stand-up comedian, the whole happening
was boring as hell. After ten minutes, they had seen everything, and Ann
looked at her watch. "Oh no, still three hours to go. How can we last?
I'll fall asleep! Is there coffee?" Diana followed her nose and the four
girls ended up behind one of the stands, where a friendly lady distributed
coffee among the auction's participants. With their plastic cups in hand,
they idled around a bit and desperately tried to look for something useful
to do.
Jane gazed at the gallery on the first floor of the school building. It
was well above the school yard, and she estimated that they would have a
nice overview of the whole happening. She did not even ask what the others
thought, and simply walked towards the stairs. Happy that there was some
action, the others followed Jane, not knowing what she was up to but it
could not be any worse. They climbed up the stairs and lined up on the
gallery, leaning over the railing and trying to appear cheerful and
representative. "Now we really are flags," Ann grinned. "We should have
climbed up the roof instead." But their position was better than on the
ground, so they stayed.
was well above the school yard, and she estimated that they would have a
nice overview of the whole happening. She did not even ask what the others
thought, and simply walked towards the stairs. Happy that there was some
action, the others followed Jane, not knowing what she was up to but it
could not be any worse. They climbed up the stairs and lined up on the
gallery, leaning over the railing and trying to appear cheerful and
representative. "Now we really are flags," Ann grinned. "We should have
climbed up the roof instead." But their position was better than on the
ground, so they stayed.
After a while, Susan giggled. "What's up?" Ann inquired. "Nothing. Just a
silly thought." "Come on, what's it?" Susan giggled again. "Did you notice
the guys down there? One by one, they assemble in front of the stage, but
I have the impression it's not the stage they are interested in." Jane
looked down. Several faces suddenly turned away, as if the boys did not
want to reveal what they were looking at. "Aha," Jane said, "They are
spying on us. Looking up our skirts, probably. Well, let them look. At
least something exciting happens." The four girls were silent for a few
seconds. Then, as if by mutual agreement, they all decided to take a more
comfortable position, and moved their feet a bit apart. Jane thrusted her
hips forward, Ann arced her back, Susan pulled her sweater tight over her
chest and Diana pulled up the waist band of her white skirt, making it
half an inch shorter. When they noticed what the others were doing, a
hilarious giggling drifted down from the balcony, and the speaker on the
stand decided to ask for an applause for the university's representatives.
Susan looked at the boys down on the ground, who now had a good excuse to
look up at the four cheerleaders. She smiled at them, and pretended to be
unaware of the excellent view they had on her red panties. Jane looked
aside. "It's great after all, this auction. Diana, are we still
representative this way?" "What do you mean, 'this way'?" Diana asked
innocently, offering the best possible view up her skirt. "Of course we're
representative. Our uniform is the flag. We are the flag pole. Let it
wave."
silly thought." "Come on, what's it?" Susan giggled again. "Did you notice
the guys down there? One by one, they assemble in front of the stage, but
I have the impression it's not the stage they are interested in." Jane
looked down. Several faces suddenly turned away, as if the boys did not
want to reveal what they were looking at. "Aha," Jane said, "They are
spying on us. Looking up our skirts, probably. Well, let them look. At
least something exciting happens." The four girls were silent for a few
seconds. Then, as if by mutual agreement, they all decided to take a more
comfortable position, and moved their feet a bit apart. Jane thrusted her
hips forward, Ann arced her back, Susan pulled her sweater tight over her
chest and Diana pulled up the waist band of her white skirt, making it
half an inch shorter. When they noticed what the others were doing, a
hilarious giggling drifted down from the balcony, and the speaker on the
stand decided to ask for an applause for the university's representatives.
Susan looked at the boys down on the ground, who now had a good excuse to
look up at the four cheerleaders. She smiled at them, and pretended to be
unaware of the excellent view they had on her red panties. Jane looked
aside. "It's great after all, this auction. Diana, are we still
representative this way?" "What do you mean, 'this way'?" Diana asked
innocently, offering the best possible view up her skirt. "Of course we're
representative. Our uniform is the flag. We are the flag pole. Let it
wave."
But even this naughty game became boring after another half an hour. Ann
even yawned and announced that she would go down for another coffee. When
she moved away from the railing, Susan thought she could notice some
disappointment among the boys. Ann got down the stairs and went over to
the coffee corner. Susan saw that some boys followed her movements. Would
Ann know? Of course she would. It was pretty obvious that they were the
only real attraction at the auction, at least for the boys. Ann now had
reached the coffee stand and gratefully accepted a cup. When the lady
wanted to give her some milk, Ann just gave her a friendly smile and told
that she could help herself. Slowly, teasingly, she bent over and picked
up the milk can, making sure that her skirt rode up far enough to have
some effect. After the milk, sugar. Then a stir stick. And every time,
Susan thought she could hear a shiver going through the crowd. When Ann
appeared back on the gallery, she just said: "I think this afternoon can
become very funny after all."
even yawned and announced that she would go down for another coffee. When
she moved away from the railing, Susan thought she could notice some
disappointment among the boys. Ann got down the stairs and went over to
the coffee corner. Susan saw that some boys followed her movements. Would
Ann know? Of course she would. It was pretty obvious that they were the
only real attraction at the auction, at least for the boys. Ann now had
reached the coffee stand and gratefully accepted a cup. When the lady
wanted to give her some milk, Ann just gave her a friendly smile and told
that she could help herself. Slowly, teasingly, she bent over and picked
up the milk can, making sure that her skirt rode up far enough to have
some effect. After the milk, sugar. Then a stir stick. And every time,
Susan thought she could hear a shiver going through the crowd. When Ann
appeared back on the gallery, she just said: "I think this afternoon can
become very funny after all."
Jane approached Diana. "Diana, your opinion. We are flag poles?" "Eh...
sorta. Yes." "We are supposed to keep standing up all the time? Like flag
poles?" "Eh? I suppose so. There are no seats, what do you mean?" Jane
smiled. "Nothing. Just assessing opportunities." She stroke her skirt.
Suddenly Diana got the message. "What? Are you crazy? A hundred people are
watching us right now!" "I know. And what do they see? A flash of red
panties, ten meters away. No details. And if we go downstairs, our skirts
will protect us well enough. I think it is safe." Susan agreed with Jane:
"I think it is safe, too. Just the idea... it would be marvelous." Ann
just said: "I'm glad I drank some coffee. I can feel it going down
already." Diana took a deep breath. The girls now obviously went too far.
Playing around on the field during practice, okay. But playing around on
an official mission with people all around...? That said, they had a point.
If they were a bit careful, nobody would have to notice indeed. And, to be
honest, the very idea of doing it right there was appealing to say the
least. Feeling it getting closer for a few minutes, then the wonderful
moment of having it happen... and the secret to keep the rest of the
otherwise boring afternoon... "Please, be careful, alright? This is no
innocent game any more, under these circumstances. If one of us gets
caught, it will be all over the campus tomorrow. We are just too much of a
target for gossip. So, if you want to get on with it, okay, but be very
careful." Ann immediately headed down the stairs again. "I want more
coffee, and I saw a tray of Coke, too."
sorta. Yes." "We are supposed to keep standing up all the time? Like flag
poles?" "Eh? I suppose so. There are no seats, what do you mean?" Jane
smiled. "Nothing. Just assessing opportunities." She stroke her skirt.
Suddenly Diana got the message. "What? Are you crazy? A hundred people are
watching us right now!" "I know. And what do they see? A flash of red
panties, ten meters away. No details. And if we go downstairs, our skirts
will protect us well enough. I think it is safe." Susan agreed with Jane:
"I think it is safe, too. Just the idea... it would be marvelous." Ann
just said: "I'm glad I drank some coffee. I can feel it going down
already." Diana took a deep breath. The girls now obviously went too far.
Playing around on the field during practice, okay. But playing around on
an official mission with people all around...? That said, they had a point.
If they were a bit careful, nobody would have to notice indeed. And, to be
honest, the very idea of doing it right there was appealing to say the
least. Feeling it getting closer for a few minutes, then the wonderful
moment of having it happen... and the secret to keep the rest of the
otherwise boring afternoon... "Please, be careful, alright? This is no
innocent game any more, under these circumstances. If one of us gets
caught, it will be all over the campus tomorrow. We are just too much of a
target for gossip. So, if you want to get on with it, okay, but be very
careful." Ann immediately headed down the stairs again. "I want more
coffee, and I saw a tray of Coke, too."
Jane looked a bit puzzled. "What's up, Jane?" Susan asked. "Well... it may
sound silly, but until now I only have done it out in the open, showing
off, you know, legs apart and such. I suppose that won't work here." Susan
shook her head. "No it won't. You must do it stealthily, without giving it
away by your pose, and of course you should not really drop it all at
once." Jane looked disappointed. "Not? But I can't. When it comes, it
comes. All of it." Susan laughed: "Oh no it does not. But you should not
wait until you need to go. You do it way earlier, and stay ahead of a real
need to go. It's more fun, in a sense, to do it when there is absolutely
no need to. It gives you more sense of naughtiness." "So, I should just
make some effort to have it happen? That's new. I am used to holding it."
"Well, maybe I have the advantage here," Susan replied, "at my former
school I never could do it full blast like you, I always had to do it bit
by bit. So that the others would think it was one of my regular accidents.
Of course, I usually did it on purpose just before having a real accident.
Ah, Ann, thanks." She took a can of Coke and popped it open. "It does not
take long. Maybe ten minutes."
sound silly, but until now I only have done it out in the open, showing
off, you know, legs apart and such. I suppose that won't work here." Susan
shook her head. "No it won't. You must do it stealthily, without giving it
away by your pose, and of course you should not really drop it all at
once." Jane looked disappointed. "Not? But I can't. When it comes, it
comes. All of it." Susan laughed: "Oh no it does not. But you should not
wait until you need to go. You do it way earlier, and stay ahead of a real
need to go. It's more fun, in a sense, to do it when there is absolutely
no need to. It gives you more sense of naughtiness." "So, I should just
make some effort to have it happen? That's new. I am used to holding it."
"Well, maybe I have the advantage here," Susan replied, "at my former
school I never could do it full blast like you, I always had to do it bit
by bit. So that the others would think it was one of my regular accidents.
Of course, I usually did it on purpose just before having a real accident.
Ah, Ann, thanks." She took a can of Coke and popped it open. "It does not
take long. Maybe ten minutes."
"Where shall we start? Up here, or down there?" Ann asked. Susan was
certain: "Up here! I'm going to do it right at the railing, with some boys
peeking up my skirt. They won't see anything, the sun is in my back. And I
think I will do it right now." She turned towards the railing, and put
both her hands on top of it. Oh no, not yet. She arranged her sweater and
skirt, and brushed her hair out of her face. Always be representative, in
case somebody might take a photo. Pity that she could not reach up her
skirt to tightly pull up her panties now. She looked down at the boys, who
still gathered there. Some of them were looking up alright. Susan smiled
back and inconspicuously opened her legs a bit, just a bit, for a better
effect. Jane appeared beside her, and took the same pose. More boys
started looking up now. "Ready?" Susan asked. Jane nodded. "Yes. How
long?" "Not more than two or three seconds, otherwise it will start to
drip." Susan took a deep breath. "I always liked this. Being naughty in my
uniform without anybody knowing, and not even because I need to go bad.
Just for the plain fun of it. It's thrilling to know that in a few moments
I will be going in my panties with a whole crowd watching." Susan looked
aside. "Do you like that, too?" Jane nodded. "I do, but I never tried it
this way. Are you sure you can wet yourself without even the boys
noticing?" Susan grinned: "We'll know in a second. Okay, here goes the
representative cheerleader. Get ready... Go! Running... one... two...
three... and stop!" Susan's hands firmly grasped the railing as the effect
of her naughty game became apparent. She felt the warmth spreading in her
crisp and dry panties and moving towards her ass. She was wet, now. Not
really much, but enough to feel it. It was great.
certain: "Up here! I'm going to do it right at the railing, with some boys
peeking up my skirt. They won't see anything, the sun is in my back. And I
think I will do it right now." She turned towards the railing, and put
both her hands on top of it. Oh no, not yet. She arranged her sweater and
skirt, and brushed her hair out of her face. Always be representative, in
case somebody might take a photo. Pity that she could not reach up her
skirt to tightly pull up her panties now. She looked down at the boys, who
still gathered there. Some of them were looking up alright. Susan smiled
back and inconspicuously opened her legs a bit, just a bit, for a better
effect. Jane appeared beside her, and took the same pose. More boys
started looking up now. "Ready?" Susan asked. Jane nodded. "Yes. How
long?" "Not more than two or three seconds, otherwise it will start to
drip." Susan took a deep breath. "I always liked this. Being naughty in my
uniform without anybody knowing, and not even because I need to go bad.
Just for the plain fun of it. It's thrilling to know that in a few moments
I will be going in my panties with a whole crowd watching." Susan looked
aside. "Do you like that, too?" Jane nodded. "I do, but I never tried it
this way. Are you sure you can wet yourself without even the boys
noticing?" Susan grinned: "We'll know in a second. Okay, here goes the
representative cheerleader. Get ready... Go! Running... one... two...
three... and stop!" Susan's hands firmly grasped the railing as the effect
of her naughty game became apparent. She felt the warmth spreading in her
crisp and dry panties and moving towards her ass. She was wet, now. Not
really much, but enough to feel it. It was great.
Jane was startled: "What? You did it? Already?" Incredulously she looked
Susan over. Susan just hummed and enjoyed the proceeding movements under
her skirt, where her cheerleader panties tried to stem the flood. Just
before it would start running down her right leg, it stopped. Her panties
had taken it all. "Yes, I've done it, Jane. I am wet alright, and not a
little bit. It will show from nearby. Hey guys, look better!" Jane was
impressed. "You are good! I wonder whether I can pee at all already. Let's
try." She looked down her skirt and started to push. "No Jane, not like
that. Let it come, don't force it. Relax, don't push. And don't look
down, because that is silly." Susan let her right hand slide from her neck
over her breast, down her side and her right leg. "Oh boy, do I feel sexy.
I wonder what those guys down there think of me?"
Susan over. Susan just hummed and enjoyed the proceeding movements under
her skirt, where her cheerleader panties tried to stem the flood. Just
before it would start running down her right leg, it stopped. Her panties
had taken it all. "Yes, I've done it, Jane. I am wet alright, and not a
little bit. It will show from nearby. Hey guys, look better!" Jane was
impressed. "You are good! I wonder whether I can pee at all already. Let's
try." She looked down her skirt and started to push. "No Jane, not like
that. Let it come, don't force it. Relax, don't push. And don't look
down, because that is silly." Susan let her right hand slide from her neck
over her breast, down her side and her right leg. "Oh boy, do I feel sexy.
I wonder what those guys down there think of me?"
"Okay girls, success, we're going down to mix with the crowd," Ann
announced while she and Diana headed for the stairs. Jane wished them good
luck and tried to concentrate on her little game. Susan still hummed from
pleasure and moved her hips slightly left and right to feel her wet
panties against her skin. "It is so nice, Jane, wearing a wet uniform out
in the open. Much nicer than a normal skirt, although that is nice as
well. Do you like to wet under normal skirts?" Jane shook her head. "No. I
don't have other skirts. I don't like wearing skirts at all, with the
exception of my uniform of course." Susan turned her head: "You don't like
to wear skirts? Why not?" Jane shrugged. "It's not my style. I like jeans
better. Less fuss." "Well, yes, but also less fun. With a skirt you can do
lots of naughty things. A pair of jeans is far less interesting." Jane did
not agree. "You cannot do things stealthily, no, but take my word for it,
you can do very, very naughty things in a pair of jeans."
announced while she and Diana headed for the stairs. Jane wished them good
luck and tried to concentrate on her little game. Susan still hummed from
pleasure and moved her hips slightly left and right to feel her wet
panties against her skin. "It is so nice, Jane, wearing a wet uniform out
in the open. Much nicer than a normal skirt, although that is nice as
well. Do you like to wet under normal skirts?" Jane shook her head. "No. I
don't have other skirts. I don't like wearing skirts at all, with the
exception of my uniform of course." Susan turned her head: "You don't like
to wear skirts? Why not?" Jane shrugged. "It's not my style. I like jeans
better. Less fuss." "Well, yes, but also less fun. With a skirt you can do
lots of naughty things. A pair of jeans is far less interesting." Jane did
not agree. "You cannot do things stealthily, no, but take my word for it,
you can do very, very naughty things in a pair of jeans."
Downstairs, Diana and Ann browsed around the stands a bit, without a real
target. "Any idea how we could contribute to the charity fund?" Diana
asked. "Not personally, I mean, but as a cheerleader squad?" Ann shrugged.
"No. What can we do? They sell off old books, some new stuff donated by
the local shops, and that's it." They walked on, approaching the stage. A
man in his late thirties greeted them and shook hands. "Hello. My name is
Howard, I'm the organizer of the auction. Thanks for coming. It's great to
see some interest from the university as well." Diana smiled. "Thanks, but
actually, we're a bit at a loss as how we can contribute." "Oh, don't
bother. Your presence is already supporting the event. But if you want to
do something... can you do a performance on stage?" Diana and Ann looked
disappointed. "No, we cannot. Our regular performances are not suitable
for stages, and our new programme is not nearly ready for a show yet.
Besides, it would not raise any significant money. We need a stunt, or
such. Something that people will pay for to see it happen." Howard
scratched his head. "Yeah right... good point."
target. "Any idea how we could contribute to the charity fund?" Diana
asked. "Not personally, I mean, but as a cheerleader squad?" Ann shrugged.
"No. What can we do? They sell off old books, some new stuff donated by
the local shops, and that's it." They walked on, approaching the stage. A
man in his late thirties greeted them and shook hands. "Hello. My name is
Howard, I'm the organizer of the auction. Thanks for coming. It's great to
see some interest from the university as well." Diana smiled. "Thanks, but
actually, we're a bit at a loss as how we can contribute." "Oh, don't
bother. Your presence is already supporting the event. But if you want to
do something... can you do a performance on stage?" Diana and Ann looked
disappointed. "No, we cannot. Our regular performances are not suitable
for stages, and our new programme is not nearly ready for a show yet.
Besides, it would not raise any significant money. We need a stunt, or
such. Something that people will pay for to see it happen." Howard
scratched his head. "Yeah right... good point."
Ann blinked. Then she giggled. "Well... I know a stunt. It would raise
probably more than all the other things together, but I doubt whether it
would be approved by our university board." Diana looked aside. "What do
you have in mind?" "Eh... it's very silly." "Never mind." Ann took a deep
breath, and addressed Howard. "Okay, this is a stupid idea, but maybe we
can find something like this. I was thinking of putting one of us on the
stage, just like we are, and then having people buy cups of water. Each
cup would cost five dollars." Howard frowned. "That's pretty expensive for
a cup of water." "I know, that is the intention. But then the one on stage
must drink every cup offered to her. And she is not allowed to leave the
stage, you see? During the auction, she stays there, and every time
somebody plunks down five bucks, she drinks a cup." Diana grinned now.
Howard started to see the point. "I see, I see... how long does she have
to last?" Ann giggled. "There would be a tub on stage." Diana now split
her sides, laughing. Howard laughed, too. "That would be a stunt, yes! I
can imagine you or one of your friends uneasily walking back and forth
over the stage, trying to hold. And then, when it becomes too difficult,
stepping into the tub." "And of course, from that moment on, every cup
becomes ten dollars," Ann added. They laughed all three now. "It would
raise lots, that's for sure. Would you really dare to stand in the tub and
just wait until... well..." Ann nodded. "For the charity, I might. I would
be kicked off the squad and off the university, probably. So I won't. But
yeah, it's the type of stunt I would like to pull. Imagine me standing in
the tub, getting so close to bursting that I decided to spread my legs to
keep at least my shoes dry... it would be such a giveaway! Of course, when
it finally happened nobody would really see anything because of my skirt,
but it would be so embarrassing that we would raise a small fortune."
probably more than all the other things together, but I doubt whether it
would be approved by our university board." Diana looked aside. "What do
you have in mind?" "Eh... it's very silly." "Never mind." Ann took a deep
breath, and addressed Howard. "Okay, this is a stupid idea, but maybe we
can find something like this. I was thinking of putting one of us on the
stage, just like we are, and then having people buy cups of water. Each
cup would cost five dollars." Howard frowned. "That's pretty expensive for
a cup of water." "I know, that is the intention. But then the one on stage
must drink every cup offered to her. And she is not allowed to leave the
stage, you see? During the auction, she stays there, and every time
somebody plunks down five bucks, she drinks a cup." Diana grinned now.
Howard started to see the point. "I see, I see... how long does she have
to last?" Ann giggled. "There would be a tub on stage." Diana now split
her sides, laughing. Howard laughed, too. "That would be a stunt, yes! I
can imagine you or one of your friends uneasily walking back and forth
over the stage, trying to hold. And then, when it becomes too difficult,
stepping into the tub." "And of course, from that moment on, every cup
becomes ten dollars," Ann added. They laughed all three now. "It would
raise lots, that's for sure. Would you really dare to stand in the tub and
just wait until... well..." Ann nodded. "For the charity, I might. I would
be kicked off the squad and off the university, probably. So I won't. But
yeah, it's the type of stunt I would like to pull. Imagine me standing in
the tub, getting so close to bursting that I decided to spread my legs to
keep at least my shoes dry... it would be such a giveaway! Of course, when
it finally happened nobody would really see anything because of my skirt,
but it would be so embarrassing that we would raise a small fortune."
Still hiccupping, Diana waved Ann's proposal away. "Very funny, Ann, but
obviously out of the question. Too politically incorrect, I'm afraid." "I
agree," Howard nodded, "but oh boy, it would be all over the newspapers.
If we announced it before, the local TV would be present, you bet." "And
the local cops, too," Ann pointed out. "It still would be considered
absolutely out of line, no matter what charity." "That's true. But wait a
moment. Although getting yourself a wet uniform from, eh, down below, do
you think people would object against you or one of your friends getting a
wet uniform from above?" Diana raised her eyebrows. "Come with me for a
moment, you'll see what I mean."
obviously out of the question. Too politically incorrect, I'm afraid." "I
agree," Howard nodded, "but oh boy, it would be all over the newspapers.
If we announced it before, the local TV would be present, you bet." "And
the local cops, too," Ann pointed out. "It still would be considered
absolutely out of line, no matter what charity." "That's true. But wait a
moment. Although getting yourself a wet uniform from, eh, down below, do
you think people would object against you or one of your friends getting a
wet uniform from above?" Diana raised her eyebrows. "Come with me for a
moment, you'll see what I mean."
Curiously, the two girls followed Howard to a place backstage, shielded
from view by a van. There they saw a weird contraption, apparently built
by a group of boy scouts. Wooden poles and ropes, a vertical fence with a
small hole of about 20 centimeters in it, two buckets, and some pulleys
and other mechanical things. Howard pointed out: "We borrowed this from
the local scouting club. They used it for a summer camp. After the auction
is over, we will put this thing on stage and then the big event of today
will take place." "Big event?" Diana inquired. "I'm sorry, but I did not
at all read the programme." Howard grinned. "Three of our most popular
teachers volunteered to stand here, under this bucket. People will throw
balls at the fence, trying to get them through the hole. Every ball
through the hole gets caught in the other bucket, and when it gets
heavier, it will start pulling on this rope. When it's heavy enough, the
top bucket will topple, and drop something on the teacher. It's always
guaranteed to attract people."
from view by a van. There they saw a weird contraption, apparently built
by a group of boy scouts. Wooden poles and ropes, a vertical fence with a
small hole of about 20 centimeters in it, two buckets, and some pulleys
and other mechanical things. Howard pointed out: "We borrowed this from
the local scouting club. They used it for a summer camp. After the auction
is over, we will put this thing on stage and then the big event of today
will take place." "Big event?" Diana inquired. "I'm sorry, but I did not
at all read the programme." Howard grinned. "Three of our most popular
teachers volunteered to stand here, under this bucket. People will throw
balls at the fence, trying to get them through the hole. Every ball
through the hole gets caught in the other bucket, and when it gets
heavier, it will start pulling on this rope. When it's heavy enough, the
top bucket will topple, and drop something on the teacher. It's always
guaranteed to attract people."
Ann's eyes widened. "Five bucks a ball?" "Well, we thought we should ask
one dollar at most." "Yeah, for the teachers. Easy. But for one of us?"
Now Howard scratched his head. "Are you serious? Because yes, we would ask
at least five bucks. It would really get us some money." Diana mumbled
something. Howard turned towards her. "Are you sure your university would
approve this?" he asked. "After all, one of you gets drenched, although in
a more, eh, respectable way." "Hmmm... I don't know... at first I would
say they wouldn't object, but if they do nonetheless, we're in trouble.
Howard, can I use your mobile phone for a moment?" "Yeah, sure." He handed
his phone to Diana. She punched in a local number and turned away for a
moment, covering her ears to hear the phone above the noise of the stage.
Howard again asked Ann: "You would really dare this?" Ann replied: "I'm
not saying that I would volunteer myself, but I'm pretty sure that Jane
would. She's pretty enthusiastic when it comes to stunts." Ann looked up
to the balcony, and saw that Susan and Jane were still teasing the boys.
She waved, and soon Jane and Susan rushed down the stairs to see what was
going on.
one dollar at most." "Yeah, for the teachers. Easy. But for one of us?"
Now Howard scratched his head. "Are you serious? Because yes, we would ask
at least five bucks. It would really get us some money." Diana mumbled
something. Howard turned towards her. "Are you sure your university would
approve this?" he asked. "After all, one of you gets drenched, although in
a more, eh, respectable way." "Hmmm... I don't know... at first I would
say they wouldn't object, but if they do nonetheless, we're in trouble.
Howard, can I use your mobile phone for a moment?" "Yeah, sure." He handed
his phone to Diana. She punched in a local number and turned away for a
moment, covering her ears to hear the phone above the noise of the stage.
Howard again asked Ann: "You would really dare this?" Ann replied: "I'm
not saying that I would volunteer myself, but I'm pretty sure that Jane
would. She's pretty enthusiastic when it comes to stunts." Ann looked up
to the balcony, and saw that Susan and Jane were still teasing the boys.
She waved, and soon Jane and Susan rushed down the stairs to see what was
going on.
Even before they arrived, Diana turned back. "I don't believe my ears, but
they said it was alright providing that we use only plain, clear water and
do not do anything that might lead to any form of moral complaints." Ann
was at least as astounded. "They said yes? Gee, they must be in a very
good mood. Usually they try to prevent any form of fun on campus." "Yes,
they agreed. Only one of us, though, and the others must show team spirit
and all that jazz, and of course the price of one ball must be at least
five dollars. Those pricks want to ensure that `our university raises the
largest amount of money of the day.' Yeah right." Susan and Jane arrived
now. Diana turned around. "Jane, do you want to stand on the stage and get
a bucket of water all over you?" "Eh? Come again?"
they said it was alright providing that we use only plain, clear water and
do not do anything that might lead to any form of moral complaints." Ann
was at least as astounded. "They said yes? Gee, they must be in a very
good mood. Usually they try to prevent any form of fun on campus." "Yes,
they agreed. Only one of us, though, and the others must show team spirit
and all that jazz, and of course the price of one ball must be at least
five dollars. Those pricks want to ensure that `our university raises the
largest amount of money of the day.' Yeah right." Susan and Jane arrived
now. Diana turned around. "Jane, do you want to stand on the stage and get
a bucket of water all over you?" "Eh? Come again?"
An hour later, the third teacher took his place under the bucket and
started teasing the crowd of mainly school kids in front of the stage. A
hail blast of balls rumbled against the fence, and the bucket slowly
filled up. Ann nudged Susan in her side. "Would you dare to do this?"
Susan seemed not all too sure. "I don't think so. It's both embarrassing
and daring, you need some kind of courage to do it. But people won't laugh
at you, they will laugh at the situation, and actually consider your
self-sacrifice an act of honor." "In a sense I would have liked to stand
there," Ann said, "because it would be a wonderful opportunity to go in my
panties for real without being noticed." "Don't you think that's my idea
as well?" Jane joined in. "You bet, I'll go for it! Susan is good in
sneaky leaking, but for me, a good full blast is still the best." "How
many balls does it take?" Diana asked. "About twenty. The bucket starts to
move at eighteen, spilling some water, but not much. The nineteenth ball
spills a lot more, enough to get your hair and back all wet. The twentieth
ball makes the bucket topple over slowly, it takes about five seconds to
drain itself. And then the shower head thing makes the shower last for
about fifteen seconds." Susan remarked: "Jane is good in observation."
"Jane is good in calculating her opportunities," Ann added, "she now knows
she can start peeing her panties after eighteen balls."
started teasing the crowd of mainly school kids in front of the stage. A
hail blast of balls rumbled against the fence, and the bucket slowly
filled up. Ann nudged Susan in her side. "Would you dare to do this?"
Susan seemed not all too sure. "I don't think so. It's both embarrassing
and daring, you need some kind of courage to do it. But people won't laugh
at you, they will laugh at the situation, and actually consider your
self-sacrifice an act of honor." "In a sense I would have liked to stand
there," Ann said, "because it would be a wonderful opportunity to go in my
panties for real without being noticed." "Don't you think that's my idea
as well?" Jane joined in. "You bet, I'll go for it! Susan is good in
sneaky leaking, but for me, a good full blast is still the best." "How
many balls does it take?" Diana asked. "About twenty. The bucket starts to
move at eighteen, spilling some water, but not much. The nineteenth ball
spills a lot more, enough to get your hair and back all wet. The twentieth
ball makes the bucket topple over slowly, it takes about five seconds to
drain itself. And then the shower head thing makes the shower last for
about fifteen seconds." Susan remarked: "Jane is good in observation."
"Jane is good in calculating her opportunities," Ann added, "she now knows
she can start peeing her panties after eighteen balls."
"Would you be terribly offended if we also bought a few balls?" Diana
asked Jane. "Of course not. Please keep them for the last five, or so,
because it would be rather silly if I start dripping between my legs with
nothing coming from above, if you know what I mean." "They are at
seventeen now," Ann warned. The teacher stopped making faces to the boys
and kept an eye on the bucket behind the fence. It moved with every ball
that dropped into it, and the crowd started cheering. Eighteen. Nothing.
Nineteen. A gush of water spilled out of the bucket, ran down the gutter,
and splashed on the teacher's head and back. The speaker asked for
silence. "Now, who is going to throw the last ball? And hit the mark?"
Several boys waved a ball over their heads: "Me! Me! Me!" A clear girl's
voice sounded over the stage: "Can I do it?" Jane stepped forward. The
speaker joined in: "Who of you boys is going to offer his ball to this
lovely lady?" A forest of hands stretched out to Jane, who at random
picked a ball, giggling.
asked Jane. "Of course not. Please keep them for the last five, or so,
because it would be rather silly if I start dripping between my legs with
nothing coming from above, if you know what I mean." "They are at
seventeen now," Ann warned. The teacher stopped making faces to the boys
and kept an eye on the bucket behind the fence. It moved with every ball
that dropped into it, and the crowd started cheering. Eighteen. Nothing.
Nineteen. A gush of water spilled out of the bucket, ran down the gutter,
and splashed on the teacher's head and back. The speaker asked for
silence. "Now, who is going to throw the last ball? And hit the mark?"
Several boys waved a ball over their heads: "Me! Me! Me!" A clear girl's
voice sounded over the stage: "Can I do it?" Jane stepped forward. The
speaker joined in: "Who of you boys is going to offer his ball to this
lovely lady?" A forest of hands stretched out to Jane, who at random
picked a ball, giggling.
"Okay, here we go," she said, and turned around towards the fence. She
eyeballed the distance to the hole and weighed the ball in her hand. Not
easy. Most balls simply got thrown in the general direction, nobody really
aimed. She bent over forward, swinging her right arm low a few times to
get some feeling for the ballistics involved. Behind her, a kind of gasp
came from the group of boys as her skirt rode up just enough. Jane stooped
a bit further down, and tossed the ball towards the hole. Miss! The
teacher sighed from relief, and the boys, too. Another ball. Jane noticed
some sort of excitement in the boys' eyes that had not much to do with
their teacher being in a nasty position. This time, she carefully went
through her right knee, bending over forward in concentration for a few
seconds. "Make it a great shot," somebody yelled. "It already is," an
unseen voice behind her replied. Some laughter. Jane ignored the noise and
tossed again. Mark! The bucket slid down and the teacher closed his eyes,
hearing the water pour into the gutter above him. Two seconds later, he
got the shower, and accepted his fate. Jane stayed down in her aiming
pose, as if she wanted to take in the effect of her throw in detail.
eyeballed the distance to the hole and weighed the ball in her hand. Not
easy. Most balls simply got thrown in the general direction, nobody really
aimed. She bent over forward, swinging her right arm low a few times to
get some feeling for the ballistics involved. Behind her, a kind of gasp
came from the group of boys as her skirt rode up just enough. Jane stooped
a bit further down, and tossed the ball towards the hole. Miss! The
teacher sighed from relief, and the boys, too. Another ball. Jane noticed
some sort of excitement in the boys' eyes that had not much to do with
their teacher being in a nasty position. This time, she carefully went
through her right knee, bending over forward in concentration for a few
seconds. "Make it a great shot," somebody yelled. "It already is," an
unseen voice behind her replied. Some laughter. Jane ignored the noise and
tossed again. Mark! The bucket slid down and the teacher closed his eyes,
hearing the water pour into the gutter above him. Two seconds later, he
got the shower, and accepted his fate. Jane stayed down in her aiming
pose, as if she wanted to take in the effect of her throw in detail.
When the shower stopped, a smart-ass in the audience pointed out that the
bucket had not toppled completely. Alarmed, the teacher looked up. Indeed,
there was still water in there. The crowd cheered, and yelled to Jane:
"Again! Again!" Jane just smiled and got another ball. The boys held their
breath. Would she...? To their amazement and excitement, they saw how Jane
calmly spread her legs to get into a more stable pose, and then stooped
down for the third time, even deeper than before. She could really feel a
couple dozen of boy's eyes roaming over her red panties as her skirt rode
up. Two swings, then a toss. Miss again! The teacher threw his hands up in
despair, the boys now almost exploded. Next ball. Determined to get it
over now, Jane aimed long and carefully, and made sure that quite some
boys would sleep uneasily that night. When she tossed the ball, it was
clear it was going to hit. The bucket rumbled down, the teacher got it
all, and the boys almost fainted.
bucket had not toppled completely. Alarmed, the teacher looked up. Indeed,
there was still water in there. The crowd cheered, and yelled to Jane:
"Again! Again!" Jane just smiled and got another ball. The boys held their
breath. Would she...? To their amazement and excitement, they saw how Jane
calmly spread her legs to get into a more stable pose, and then stooped
down for the third time, even deeper than before. She could really feel a
couple dozen of boy's eyes roaming over her red panties as her skirt rode
up. Two swings, then a toss. Miss again! The teacher threw his hands up in
despair, the boys now almost exploded. Next ball. Determined to get it
over now, Jane aimed long and carefully, and made sure that quite some
boys would sleep uneasily that night. When she tossed the ball, it was
clear it was going to hit. The bucket rumbled down, the teacher got it
all, and the boys almost fainted.
The speaker came back. "Okay you all, thanks for the attendance. You all
think this was it, right? Wrong! We have an extra item on the programme,
that will definitely make you stay! By special agreement, and with a lot
of courage, the last but most certainly not least volunteer to join our
charity rally is not from our school. The volunteer is not one of your
teachers, or staff. But the volunteer is present right here, and she will
reveal herself now!" A rumble went through the crowd. She? Everybody
looked around, looking for a female volunteer. Slowly all eyes started to
drift towards Jane, who was still standing up front, beaming in the
sunlight. When she finally stepped up the stairs to get onto the stage,
the noise from the audience was incredible. A loud applause rolled over
the schoolyard as Jane waved at them, then carefully took her place under
the shower head.
think this was it, right? Wrong! We have an extra item on the programme,
that will definitely make you stay! By special agreement, and with a lot
of courage, the last but most certainly not least volunteer to join our
charity rally is not from our school. The volunteer is not one of your
teachers, or staff. But the volunteer is present right here, and she will
reveal herself now!" A rumble went through the crowd. She? Everybody
looked around, looking for a female volunteer. Slowly all eyes started to
drift towards Jane, who was still standing up front, beaming in the
sunlight. When she finally stepped up the stairs to get onto the stage,
the noise from the audience was incredible. A loud applause rolled over
the schoolyard as Jane waved at them, then carefully took her place under
the shower head.
"Of course, you understand that this pretty lady would only contribute to
our rally when the result of her sacrifice would be worth it. So, we
increased the price per ball to five dollars. Yes, yes, it's a lot, but
you know it is for a good purpose, and we are confident that you want to
help us out." Ann and Diana saw that most of the boys up front looked only
mildly disturbed, and reached deep into their pockets to get out the
money. "It works," Diana smiled, "we'll raise a ton." Susan pulled at
Diana's sleeve. "We might raise even more. Look." She pointed to the entry
of the schoolyard, where a group of students had appeared. Diana's face
turned green when she recognized them. "Oh no... those bastards! The board
must have notified somebody on campus, and now they all come to look!"
"What's wrong with that, Diana?" Ann asked. "The more people, the more
money, and the fact that Jane's going to get wet is no problem at all. It
will earn her respect and admiration, not laughter." Diana was only halfly
convinced. "You'll see that she ends up on the front page of the
university newspaper. I'm not sure whether that was what I wanted."
our rally when the result of her sacrifice would be worth it. So, we
increased the price per ball to five dollars. Yes, yes, it's a lot, but
you know it is for a good purpose, and we are confident that you want to
help us out." Ann and Diana saw that most of the boys up front looked only
mildly disturbed, and reached deep into their pockets to get out the
money. "It works," Diana smiled, "we'll raise a ton." Susan pulled at
Diana's sleeve. "We might raise even more. Look." She pointed to the entry
of the schoolyard, where a group of students had appeared. Diana's face
turned green when she recognized them. "Oh no... those bastards! The board
must have notified somebody on campus, and now they all come to look!"
"What's wrong with that, Diana?" Ann asked. "The more people, the more
money, and the fact that Jane's going to get wet is no problem at all. It
will earn her respect and admiration, not laughter." Diana was only halfly
convinced. "You'll see that she ends up on the front page of the
university newspaper. I'm not sure whether that was what I wanted."
Ann walked towards the stand that sold the balls. "Need any help?" The
woman selling the balls nodded: "Yes, please. I think your friend on stage
will cause quite a stampede for balls. A couple of hands will come in very
handy." Howard came back, carrying a crate with the balls collected from
the stage. Soon, all three cheerleaders were selling off balls, and the
cash box filled up quite fast. The lady even decided that team members
made a better sales force, and left the whole stand to them. The first few
balls now had been thrown at the fence, and Jane watched more or less
amused how the bucket filled up slowly. After the fifteenth ball, she
would take action. Jane estimated that only one in five balls actually
managed to get into the bucket, so that would make five times twenty times
five dollars, was five hundred dollars. Not bad if the only thing you had
to do for it was getting your uniform wet. Your whole uniform, of course.
Suddenly somebody called her name. Surprised, Jane recognized some of her
class mates in the audience. Oh, the university gossip network had already
carried the message. Well, all the better. As more and more balls got
thrown, they started to hit each other and even less got through. Great!
woman selling the balls nodded: "Yes, please. I think your friend on stage
will cause quite a stampede for balls. A couple of hands will come in very
handy." Howard came back, carrying a crate with the balls collected from
the stage. Soon, all three cheerleaders were selling off balls, and the
cash box filled up quite fast. The lady even decided that team members
made a better sales force, and left the whole stand to them. The first few
balls now had been thrown at the fence, and Jane watched more or less
amused how the bucket filled up slowly. After the fifteenth ball, she
would take action. Jane estimated that only one in five balls actually
managed to get into the bucket, so that would make five times twenty times
five dollars, was five hundred dollars. Not bad if the only thing you had
to do for it was getting your uniform wet. Your whole uniform, of course.
Suddenly somebody called her name. Surprised, Jane recognized some of her
class mates in the audience. Oh, the university gossip network had already
carried the message. Well, all the better. As more and more balls got
thrown, they started to hit each other and even less got through. Great!
Behind the stand, Ann had lost count of the number of balls she had sold,
and now concentrated on something else. With the hectic business going on,
she figured that nobody would actually look under the stand, which was
covered by a long green sheet anyway. And the coffee started making an
effect. "I think I'll be wet before Jane does," she said to Diana. Diana
answered her without looking, busy exchanging balls for five dollar notes.
"Go ahead, have fun. I might follow." Ann made sure she stood as close to
the stand as possible, with her skirt touching the edge of the table top.
Susan handed her a plastic bottle with mineral water, smiling. "Thanks,
Susan. I'm thirsty." Ann popped the cap off the bottle and took a swallow,
then put the bottle down dangerously close to the edge of the table. She
opened her legs as far as could be considered inconspicuous and put up her
nicest smile to the customers a meter away. They could see the top of her
skirt, but not even the yellow and red ribbons at the hem. Well, then she
could open her legs a bit more.
and now concentrated on something else. With the hectic business going on,
she figured that nobody would actually look under the stand, which was
covered by a long green sheet anyway. And the coffee started making an
effect. "I think I'll be wet before Jane does," she said to Diana. Diana
answered her without looking, busy exchanging balls for five dollar notes.
"Go ahead, have fun. I might follow." Ann made sure she stood as close to
the stand as possible, with her skirt touching the edge of the table top.
Susan handed her a plastic bottle with mineral water, smiling. "Thanks,
Susan. I'm thirsty." Ann popped the cap off the bottle and took a swallow,
then put the bottle down dangerously close to the edge of the table. She
opened her legs as far as could be considered inconspicuous and put up her
nicest smile to the customers a meter away. They could see the top of her
skirt, but not even the yellow and red ribbons at the hem. Well, then she
could open her legs a bit more.
Susan and Diana saw how their teammate parted her legs to wet herself
while still doing business. Susan decided to join in, and started to push
to renew the wonderful feeling in her panties. Diana, however, wanted to
make sure that Ann would not get discovered. She dropped a ball, and
walked around the stand to pick it up. While she pulled up the sheet to
reach for the ball, she stooped down deeply and put up a huge distraction.
Ann saw that the guy behind Diana almost could not restrain himself and
would have grabbed in between Diana's legs if he had had more courage.
Diana's show took only two seconds, but it was enough. With the ball in
her hand now, she straightened her back and turned around. After selling
the ball to the guy behind her, she decided to sit back on the table and
conduct business from there. The up-front approach worked. With her sleek
legs full in the face of the customers, she quickly attracted the major
part of the sales and Ann could lean on the edge of the table with both
hands, taking a break.
while still doing business. Susan decided to join in, and started to push
to renew the wonderful feeling in her panties. Diana, however, wanted to
make sure that Ann would not get discovered. She dropped a ball, and
walked around the stand to pick it up. While she pulled up the sheet to
reach for the ball, she stooped down deeply and put up a huge distraction.
Ann saw that the guy behind Diana almost could not restrain himself and
would have grabbed in between Diana's legs if he had had more courage.
Diana's show took only two seconds, but it was enough. With the ball in
her hand now, she straightened her back and turned around. After selling
the ball to the guy behind her, she decided to sit back on the table and
conduct business from there. The up-front approach worked. With her sleek
legs full in the face of the customers, she quickly attracted the major
part of the sales and Ann could lean on the edge of the table with both
hands, taking a break.
This was even more fun. She parted her legs wider. Left of her, she could
hear Susan count to three, gasping. So Susan was wet again. It helped
relaxing her own muscles. No silly one-two-three for her. With the
customers one meter away, she let it come. When it hit her panties, a hot
flush washed down over her sensitive parts and instantly made her bottom
glow. Her face glowed, too. Carefully but steadily, Ann let her whole
bladder drain into her underwear, and felt the warm, wet feeling spread
out. The stream that dripped through splattered up from the tiles, and
made little speckles on her calves. Ann was careful enough not to cause a
real flood, but from behind the stand, Susan noticed that it would be
terribly clear what she was doing if anybody looked. Fortunately a few
cups of coffee did not make for enough warm comfort to last longer than
fifteen seconds, and soon Ann also stopped dripping. Now for the difficult
part, Susan knew. Getting your legs back together without causing a
waterfall by squeezing your panties out. She reached over to the cash box
and accidentally pushed against the water bottle with her right arm. Ann
saw it coming and timed her jump back, yelling "Watch out!" Of course
Susan did not react, and toppled the bottle over the edge of the table.
Ann acted as if she got hit by the splashes, and then quickly squatted
down to save the bottle from draining completely. Calmly she clenched her
thighs together and squeezed her soaked panties, sprinkling water over the
tell-tale signs of her naughty game. "Everything okay, Ann? I'm so sorry."
Susan asked. "Yeah, no problem. Just a few splashes on my shoes and legs.
They will dry." Ann rose to her feet again and put the bottle back, still
half full. "Do you also feel so excited?" she asked. "Yes," Susan nodded,
"it must be the whole event. Never thought that selling balls would be so
satisfying." Carefully guarding their secrets, they continued with their
business.
hear Susan count to three, gasping. So Susan was wet again. It helped
relaxing her own muscles. No silly one-two-three for her. With the
customers one meter away, she let it come. When it hit her panties, a hot
flush washed down over her sensitive parts and instantly made her bottom
glow. Her face glowed, too. Carefully but steadily, Ann let her whole
bladder drain into her underwear, and felt the warm, wet feeling spread
out. The stream that dripped through splattered up from the tiles, and
made little speckles on her calves. Ann was careful enough not to cause a
real flood, but from behind the stand, Susan noticed that it would be
terribly clear what she was doing if anybody looked. Fortunately a few
cups of coffee did not make for enough warm comfort to last longer than
fifteen seconds, and soon Ann also stopped dripping. Now for the difficult
part, Susan knew. Getting your legs back together without causing a
waterfall by squeezing your panties out. She reached over to the cash box
and accidentally pushed against the water bottle with her right arm. Ann
saw it coming and timed her jump back, yelling "Watch out!" Of course
Susan did not react, and toppled the bottle over the edge of the table.
Ann acted as if she got hit by the splashes, and then quickly squatted
down to save the bottle from draining completely. Calmly she clenched her
thighs together and squeezed her soaked panties, sprinkling water over the
tell-tale signs of her naughty game. "Everything okay, Ann? I'm so sorry."
Susan asked. "Yeah, no problem. Just a few splashes on my shoes and legs.
They will dry." Ann rose to her feet again and put the bottle back, still
half full. "Do you also feel so excited?" she asked. "Yes," Susan nodded,
"it must be the whole event. Never thought that selling balls would be so
satisfying." Carefully guarding their secrets, they continued with their
business.
Diana hopped off the table top and left the business to Susan and Ann,
while she walked towards the stage. Somebody had to support Jane after the
bucket came down. She got a towel from a helpful person behind a nearby
stand, and climbed up the stairs, quite aware of her short skirt. Smiling
like a magician's assistant, she positioned herself left of the fence,
while Jane was casually standing to the right of it. The bucket was about
two-thirds full now. "About fourteen," she said to Jane. Jane nodded: "I
know. Time for the show?" "Yup. Have fun, go ahead." "And you?" "I'll find
a way. Just have a go, it can't go wrong." Jane felt a tickle creep over
her spine. This would probably be the most daring thing she had ever done,
at least while wearing her uniform. Timing would be critical. She started
to straighten out her sweater and skirt, looking up to the shower head.
The public cheered when they saw that Jane anticipated the unavoidable.
Style is everything, she said to herself. She would not go down like the
teachers, but take it with pride. And what does a proud cheerleader look
like? You got it. After another look up, and an inspection of the bucket
that was again a bit fuller, Jane faced the audience and took the most
obvious show-off pose ever developed, sending the clear message "nobody
messes with me, I can handle this way better than you can". She pushed her
chest forward, spread her legs widely, put her hands on her hips and
tossed her hair aside with a flick of her head. An applause roared up from
the public, making her beam with pride, and even the speaker made a remark
about her professional and courageous approach of the situation. Ha,
professional approach? She looked at Diana. "Seventeen."
while she walked towards the stage. Somebody had to support Jane after the
bucket came down. She got a towel from a helpful person behind a nearby
stand, and climbed up the stairs, quite aware of her short skirt. Smiling
like a magician's assistant, she positioned herself left of the fence,
while Jane was casually standing to the right of it. The bucket was about
two-thirds full now. "About fourteen," she said to Jane. Jane nodded: "I
know. Time for the show?" "Yup. Have fun, go ahead." "And you?" "I'll find
a way. Just have a go, it can't go wrong." Jane felt a tickle creep over
her spine. This would probably be the most daring thing she had ever done,
at least while wearing her uniform. Timing would be critical. She started
to straighten out her sweater and skirt, looking up to the shower head.
The public cheered when they saw that Jane anticipated the unavoidable.
Style is everything, she said to herself. She would not go down like the
teachers, but take it with pride. And what does a proud cheerleader look
like? You got it. After another look up, and an inspection of the bucket
that was again a bit fuller, Jane faced the audience and took the most
obvious show-off pose ever developed, sending the clear message "nobody
messes with me, I can handle this way better than you can". She pushed her
chest forward, spread her legs widely, put her hands on her hips and
tossed her hair aside with a flick of her head. An applause roared up from
the public, making her beam with pride, and even the speaker made a remark
about her professional and courageous approach of the situation. Ha,
professional approach? She looked at Diana. "Seventeen."
That was enough. In about thirty seconds, maybe a bit longer, the bucket
would topple and she would get drenched. It was a wild estimate, but it
would have to do. Jane relaxed her muscles and summoned the water gods.
They listened. Quickly they came closer to take this opportunity. Just
before it would break through, Jane stemmed the tide and held it back,
ready to go. "Eighteen," Diana yelled. The next ball would release at
least some water. Okay then. Jane looked at the audience, four or five
meters away. They would not notice something dripping down between her
legs, because everybody now focused on the lower bucket. While a guy who
looked like he could aim pretty well started to get ready for his toss,
knowing that it would be an important one, Jane released her sphincter.
She winked at Diana, who raised her thumb. A second later, she wet her
pants.
would topple and she would get drenched. It was a wild estimate, but it
would have to do. Jane relaxed her muscles and summoned the water gods.
They listened. Quickly they came closer to take this opportunity. Just
before it would break through, Jane stemmed the tide and held it back,
ready to go. "Eighteen," Diana yelled. The next ball would release at
least some water. Okay then. Jane looked at the audience, four or five
meters away. They would not notice something dripping down between her
legs, because everybody now focused on the lower bucket. While a guy who
looked like he could aim pretty well started to get ready for his toss,
knowing that it would be an important one, Jane released her sphincter.
She winked at Diana, who raised her thumb. A second later, she wet her
pants.
It did not stop. She was really peeing in her uniform panties now. Nobody
could see anything, but it was very, very real. Under her short, white
cheerleader skirt, her panties became dark red and soppy. Jane sighed from
pleasure and was already quite wet when the guy took aim. Standing like
this, right in front of a cheering audience in her favorite pose and
wetting herself completely while the people on the first row looked up to
her in full admiration almost made her faint. The guy tossed. Jane noticed
the soggy feeling creeping down her bottom and reaching the lowest point,
after which it would start falling down. She pushed and just went to the
toilet in her panties, determined to get as wet as possible in no time at
all. The ball went through the fence. Her panties ballooned under her
skirt, the fabric not giving in so easily. Her whole crotch buzzed from
delight as she wondered how long it would take for the water to hit her.
The bucket rumbled down, a splashing sound above her head. Jane closed her
eyes and peed in her uniform panties as hard as she could. It was hot,
hotter than ever, and she felt really in seventh heaven. Her underwear was
full now, it had to give up. The first row could see in detail how Jane
was doing a pee in her uniform, with her legs far apart, not even trying
to stem the tide. This respectable cheerleader was wetting herself on
purpose, there was no other explanation. The first row could see right up
her skirt, they could notice the huge stain developing in her red panties,
the stream falling down between her legs, the puddle on the stage, her
face in ecstacy as she disgraced herself, her uniform, her squad. It would
be all over the newspapers: "Cheerleader wets herself for charity", with
her picture in full color on the front page, in full graphic detail. The
first row could see it all, they could see how much she liked doing it in
her uniform on purpose.
could see anything, but it was very, very real. Under her short, white
cheerleader skirt, her panties became dark red and soppy. Jane sighed from
pleasure and was already quite wet when the guy took aim. Standing like
this, right in front of a cheering audience in her favorite pose and
wetting herself completely while the people on the first row looked up to
her in full admiration almost made her faint. The guy tossed. Jane noticed
the soggy feeling creeping down her bottom and reaching the lowest point,
after which it would start falling down. She pushed and just went to the
toilet in her panties, determined to get as wet as possible in no time at
all. The ball went through the fence. Her panties ballooned under her
skirt, the fabric not giving in so easily. Her whole crotch buzzed from
delight as she wondered how long it would take for the water to hit her.
The bucket rumbled down, a splashing sound above her head. Jane closed her
eyes and peed in her uniform panties as hard as she could. It was hot,
hotter than ever, and she felt really in seventh heaven. Her underwear was
full now, it had to give up. The first row could see in detail how Jane
was doing a pee in her uniform, with her legs far apart, not even trying
to stem the tide. This respectable cheerleader was wetting herself on
purpose, there was no other explanation. The first row could see right up
her skirt, they could notice the huge stain developing in her red panties,
the stream falling down between her legs, the puddle on the stage, her
face in ecstacy as she disgraced herself, her uniform, her squad. It would
be all over the newspapers: "Cheerleader wets herself for charity", with
her picture in full color on the front page, in full graphic detail. The
first row could see it all, they could see how much she liked doing it in
her uniform on purpose.
They could. But they didn't. They all followed the water as it came down,
through the gutter, through the shower head, down onto Jane who was
waiting for the inevitable, keeping her pose to the millimeter. Only Diana
noticed that Jane was heavily soaking herself way before the water hit.
She saw the first drops falling down and developing into a clear stream
when the water gushed out of the bucket. It was only a second, but Jane
definitely was peeing in her skirt full blast with dozens of people
watching her, and cheering to encourage her on top. It was weird, and
excited Diana to no end. With a loud thunder, the shower head disgorged
ten liters of water onto Jane in one blast, and covered up any evidence of
other sources. Jane got drenched in an instant, her hair and especially
the back of her sweater taking most of the load. During the ten seconds
the shower lasted, she had the unique experience of the chilly water
coming from above while under her skirt her warm own comfort washed around
in her panties, then dripped out to disappear without a trace in the
quickly growing puddle. After the water had stopped falling, Jane was
still not done wetting herself. She let it all flow out, opening her eyes
now to see the reactions of the public. Standing like this, in her wetting
pose and going in her uniform as blatantly obvious as possible right in
front of the people, made her head buzz and made her forget the
uncomfortable feeling of wearing a soaked sweater.
through the gutter, through the shower head, down onto Jane who was
waiting for the inevitable, keeping her pose to the millimeter. Only Diana
noticed that Jane was heavily soaking herself way before the water hit.
She saw the first drops falling down and developing into a clear stream
when the water gushed out of the bucket. It was only a second, but Jane
definitely was peeing in her skirt full blast with dozens of people
watching her, and cheering to encourage her on top. It was weird, and
excited Diana to no end. With a loud thunder, the shower head disgorged
ten liters of water onto Jane in one blast, and covered up any evidence of
other sources. Jane got drenched in an instant, her hair and especially
the back of her sweater taking most of the load. During the ten seconds
the shower lasted, she had the unique experience of the chilly water
coming from above while under her skirt her warm own comfort washed around
in her panties, then dripped out to disappear without a trace in the
quickly growing puddle. After the water had stopped falling, Jane was
still not done wetting herself. She let it all flow out, opening her eyes
now to see the reactions of the public. Standing like this, in her wetting
pose and going in her uniform as blatantly obvious as possible right in
front of the people, made her head buzz and made her forget the
uncomfortable feeling of wearing a soaked sweater.
Diana saw that Jane was still peeing in her panties, and calmly waited
until it would be over. Her hair and sweater dripped enough to mask out
anything falling down from areas that should not have been wet in the
first place. Diana saw that Jane's skirt had stayed mostly dry, especially
in the front, so wearing absolutely soaked panties would be a bit
suspicious. But who would look up Jane's skirt now and notice the color
difference? And wonder? No, Jane was as safe as she could be. Diana
approached her teammate with the towel, and dried her face and hair.
"Going nicely?" she asked. "You bet. Oh god I am so wet down there, it's
incredible. But I'm done. Shall I quit posing?" "Go ahead, squeeze your
panties. It will be completely inconspicuous". Jane sighed from pleasure
as she closed her legs and felt a few more gushes of warmth rolling down
her thighs and calves. Taking over the towel from Diana, she fixed herself
up a bit and then gracefully took in the applause from the audience, even
making a bow. Diana did a quick peek. Obvious signature of having been
very naughty, she noticed. Hard to explain, even to willing believers. As
they both left the stage, she whispered to Jane: "When somebody asks, yes
you wet yourself, fully, from the shock of the cold water, alright?" Jane
nodded. "Okay. My skirt?" "No, just panties, but very clear."
until it would be over. Her hair and sweater dripped enough to mask out
anything falling down from areas that should not have been wet in the
first place. Diana saw that Jane's skirt had stayed mostly dry, especially
in the front, so wearing absolutely soaked panties would be a bit
suspicious. But who would look up Jane's skirt now and notice the color
difference? And wonder? No, Jane was as safe as she could be. Diana
approached her teammate with the towel, and dried her face and hair.
"Going nicely?" she asked. "You bet. Oh god I am so wet down there, it's
incredible. But I'm done. Shall I quit posing?" "Go ahead, squeeze your
panties. It will be completely inconspicuous". Jane sighed from pleasure
as she closed her legs and felt a few more gushes of warmth rolling down
her thighs and calves. Taking over the towel from Diana, she fixed herself
up a bit and then gracefully took in the applause from the audience, even
making a bow. Diana did a quick peek. Obvious signature of having been
very naughty, she noticed. Hard to explain, even to willing believers. As
they both left the stage, she whispered to Jane: "When somebody asks, yes
you wet yourself, fully, from the shock of the cold water, alright?" Jane
nodded. "Okay. My skirt?" "No, just panties, but very clear."
The speaker took over, announcing the end of the events but not the end of
the charity. "We are currently counting the money we raised today," he
said, "and we will know in a minute. Would the squad captain of our most
important contributor give us the honor of announcing the total amount?"
Diana turned her head, surprised by this request. Well, why not? She
nodded to the speaker, who relayed her agreement to the audience and thus
ensured a tightly packed crowd in front of the stage. Howard handed her a
note: "Here's the amount. You girls did over seven hundred alone.
Congratulations!" Quite surprised about this, Diana climbed up the stage
again, studying the figures while leaving the image of her red panties
firmly imprinted on the retinas of the first few rows of people. The
privileges of the uniform, she grinned to herself, the privilege of not
caring about modesty. How many other girls would get into no problems at
all while being so blatantly exhibitionistic? The crowd applauded as Diana
took the microphone and started the announcement, which indeed led to
surprise among most of the audience. Way over a thousand dollars, a true
record for the school.
the charity. "We are currently counting the money we raised today," he
said, "and we will know in a minute. Would the squad captain of our most
important contributor give us the honor of announcing the total amount?"
Diana turned her head, surprised by this request. Well, why not? She
nodded to the speaker, who relayed her agreement to the audience and thus
ensured a tightly packed crowd in front of the stage. Howard handed her a
note: "Here's the amount. You girls did over seven hundred alone.
Congratulations!" Quite surprised about this, Diana climbed up the stage
again, studying the figures while leaving the image of her red panties
firmly imprinted on the retinas of the first few rows of people. The
privileges of the uniform, she grinned to herself, the privilege of not
caring about modesty. How many other girls would get into no problems at
all while being so blatantly exhibitionistic? The crowd applauded as Diana
took the microphone and started the announcement, which indeed led to
surprise among most of the audience. Way over a thousand dollars, a true
record for the school.
Howard pushed a green box onto the stage: "Here's the money. Would you
hand it over to the representative of the organization we've worked for?"
Diana nodded, walked towards the front edge of the stage and squatted to
pick up the box. Talk about close-ups, she thought, as she let two lucky
guys look between her open knees. Howard led a man with a dog onto the
stage, taking great care not to make him stumble. The man was blind, and
his dog guided him. Good charity, Diana thought, helping out the blind.
She handed over the box and shook the man's hand. As Howard took over the
microphone and started to explain what could be done with the money they
had raised, having the blind man fill in the details, Diana noticed the
dog and it's friendly eyes. The animal begged to be caressed. She reached
down to stroke its head, then squatted to get closer to the dog and say
some nice words. While the two men chatted on about the charity, and with
the dog in between her and the audience, Diana felt the events taking
their own course. She did not make the decision consciously, it happened
almost by itself. Almost. But only the dog could see how Diana's panties
developed a dark patch in between her legs, how the stain spread down her
cheeks, and how a glistening appeared over and in the red fabric.
hand it over to the representative of the organization we've worked for?"
Diana nodded, walked towards the front edge of the stage and squatted to
pick up the box. Talk about close-ups, she thought, as she let two lucky
guys look between her open knees. Howard led a man with a dog onto the
stage, taking great care not to make him stumble. The man was blind, and
his dog guided him. Good charity, Diana thought, helping out the blind.
She handed over the box and shook the man's hand. As Howard took over the
microphone and started to explain what could be done with the money they
had raised, having the blind man fill in the details, Diana noticed the
dog and it's friendly eyes. The animal begged to be caressed. She reached
down to stroke its head, then squatted to get closer to the dog and say
some nice words. While the two men chatted on about the charity, and with
the dog in between her and the audience, Diana felt the events taking
their own course. She did not make the decision consciously, it happened
almost by itself. Almost. But only the dog could see how Diana's panties
developed a dark patch in between her legs, how the stain spread down her
cheeks, and how a glistening appeared over and in the red fabric.
Diana panted twice as she realized what was happening. Caressing the dog,
she halfly tried to stop herself from going beyond the leaking point, but
it was no use. It was too good. Her body simply would not stop. With a
sigh, she gave in to the wonderful feeling of naughty warmth up her skirt
and unceremoniously did it in her pants. It was not much, but enough to
make a small stream that ran over the stage, fortunately invisible among
the various pools of water that were already present. She had plenty of
time to get it all done, clench her thighs together to stop the dripping,
and scratch the dog under its chin. Nobody noticed, not even Howard,
although he was not two meters away.
she halfly tried to stop herself from going beyond the leaking point, but
it was no use. It was too good. Her body simply would not stop. With a
sigh, she gave in to the wonderful feeling of naughty warmth up her skirt
and unceremoniously did it in her pants. It was not much, but enough to
make a small stream that ran over the stage, fortunately invisible among
the various pools of water that were already present. She had plenty of
time to get it all done, clench her thighs together to stop the dripping,
and scratch the dog under its chin. Nobody noticed, not even Howard,
although he was not two meters away.
After Diana had graciously left the stage, now careful not to allow
peekers to discover her secret, she joined up with the other girls of the
squad. Jane looked a lot dryer already. "We just wrenched out her
sweater," Susan explained, "the rest is not important." Ann nudged Diana
in her side. "Was it good?" she asked with a wink. "You bet it was. God,
doing it on a stage with people watching so nearby... I'm completely
turned on!" Susan and Jane did not believe their ears. "You, eh, did it?
Really? How much?" "All of it," Diana smiled, "nothing less. I just went.
I squatted down, and the next thing I know is that I am peeing my pants.
Only the dog noticed, it had a first-class view. So I suppose we all four
got our share today?" The three others nodded in agreement. "Oh yes, more
than that," Jane answered. "I won't forget this for a long time." "It
still surprises me how easy it is, even with our mini skirts," Ann added.
"Nobody expects it, you can do it almost without taking precautions."
"You're right. Almost none. One, two, three." Susan shuddered and shook
her skirt. "Gee, it is so warm!"
peekers to discover her secret, she joined up with the other girls of the
squad. Jane looked a lot dryer already. "We just wrenched out her
sweater," Susan explained, "the rest is not important." Ann nudged Diana
in her side. "Was it good?" she asked with a wink. "You bet it was. God,
doing it on a stage with people watching so nearby... I'm completely
turned on!" Susan and Jane did not believe their ears. "You, eh, did it?
Really? How much?" "All of it," Diana smiled, "nothing less. I just went.
I squatted down, and the next thing I know is that I am peeing my pants.
Only the dog noticed, it had a first-class view. So I suppose we all four
got our share today?" The three others nodded in agreement. "Oh yes, more
than that," Jane answered. "I won't forget this for a long time." "It
still surprises me how easy it is, even with our mini skirts," Ann added.
"Nobody expects it, you can do it almost without taking precautions."
"You're right. Almost none. One, two, three." Susan shuddered and shook
her skirt. "Gee, it is so warm!"
Laughing and giggling, they left for the campus, staying on back roads to
get Jane home without attracting too much attention. But everybody was
allowed to know how Jane got wet. It would be in the newspaper tomorrow
anyway. "Cheerleader gets wet for charity". Not exactly the truth, but
some journalistic freedom of the desk editor was to be expected. Maybe
they could sell the whole inside story to the highest bid? "Cheerleaders
get wet for fun". How would that be for a head line?
get Jane home without attracting too much attention. But everybody was
allowed to know how Jane got wet. It would be in the newspaper tomorrow
anyway. "Cheerleader gets wet for charity". Not exactly the truth, but
some journalistic freedom of the desk editor was to be expected. Maybe
they could sell the whole inside story to the highest bid? "Cheerleaders
get wet for fun". How would that be for a head line?
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