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Tinker request and story F desp & wet

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Posted by Bob on February 27, 1999 at 15:00
Hey Tinker, I love your "Dream Team" cheerleader stories, and I know your fans and mainly lovers of wet panties and skirts, but I just love it when you add an occasional jeans wetting too. Hope you don’t mind if I do a little copycat story. Maybe it will inspire you to add some of your own.

CHEERLEADERS ON VACATION
The girls got a great deal on a tour of the Irish countryside. After a long hard season, the cheerleader squad was due for a vacation.
After a long day of shopping in a local village, the girls decided to head back for their cottage. They could have taken ride back with the girls they rode in with from the cottage next door, but since it was only a four mile walk they decided to hike back and enjoy the sights.
There were so many interesting things to see along the way that nearly three hours had passed and they were only half way there. Suddenly they were all getting very aware of their over-full bladders. They had each drank several mugs of beer at each of the village’s little pubs and were all a little light-headed.
Susan and Donna were wearing skirts, so they had nothing to worry about. They were quite used to going through their panties while on the job. But Sharon and her friend Anne were both wearing tight faded blue jeans, so the wetness from an accident would show like a billboard for all to see.
Anne finally blurted out "Damn I’ve got to pee". "Yeah, me too", Sharon said. " Maybe we should pick up the pace a little. I don’t want to look like a fool in this little town. I’d like to be able to come back here again. Besides, our new friends Jane and Mary are going to see us coming back." "Yeah, we’re all wearing sweaters with the team logo on them, so it would be embarrassing for the whole team." Susan said. (All the girls were wearing white long sleeve cotton turtlenecks that the cheerleaders use for workouts. Even though Anne wasn’t a cheerleader, she was wearing one that Sharon had given her, so it was like all four girls were representing not only their team, but their whole country.)
"I think even if we walk fast, it’s going to take a least another half hour, maybe we should find some bushes to hide behind," Sharon said. I don’t think I can make it that long anyway."
They all looked around at the landscape looking for trees or bushes, but it looked as though there was no place to hide well enough to drop their pants to pee. Anne was starting to get a little panicky. "What are we going to do, I don’t think I’m going to make it either." She said.
Susan said, "well let’s just keep going, maybe something will turn up". So they walked another few hundred yards but nothing seemed to look any better. Anne was walking a little crooked at this point, occasionally rubbing her crotch to keep from leaking. Anne suddenly stopped in her tracks and bent over holding herself trying to keep from flooding her jeans. She said almost crying "Oh no, I’m not going to make it, what am I going to do?"
Donna said, "I have an idea, why don’t you put on that sweater you bought in the village, it’s so long it will cover your crotch at least." All the girls had bought Aran sweaters at one of the local shops. Sharon and Anne had bought turtlenecks. Donna and Susan had bought cardigans. I’m getting chilly anyway Susan said, I’m going to put my sweater on anyway.
They all opened their bags and put on their sweaters. The sweaters were all tunic length and reached halfway to their knees. "Mmmmm, that looks so good on you Anne", Donna said as she lightly rubbed around Anne’s waist and tugged down the hem of Anne’s sweater. "There that will hide most of it, your safe now," Donna said trying to reassure Anne.
"I can’t just pee right in my pants, it’s just not right", Anne said. (Anne was not a cheerleader, but Sharon had told her of the little cheerleader secret.) "I know you all do it, but I just can’t. Besides the pee will show all down the insides of my legs, everyone will still know that I wet myself, let’s keep looking for a place to hide."
"Well I don’t see any alternative at this point", Sharon said. "Maybe if we sit down on a rock, the pee will only soak around our crotches and dribble out the back." These sweaters should hide most of it. I’m not going to make it any farther so I’ll go first."
Sharon looked around and found a nice flat rock, pulled her sweater up out of harms way and sat down on it. "Well, here goes nothing", Sharon said as she let loose the flood gates. Almost immediately you could hear that distinctive hissing sound as the glistening pee stain spread all over the front of Sharon’s jeans and a stream of pee ran down the rock.
A look of total relief came over Sharon’s face as Susan and Donna both spread their legs apart in cheerleader fashion and let lose too. The look of ecstasy on all the other girls faces combined with the splattering noises under Susan and Donna’s skirts was just too much for Anne as she ran to another rock, pulled up her sweater, and sat down. Anne was already peeing as she sat down and a little stream ran down her right leg.
Anne let out a little squeal and a giggle as she said, "Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this. It feels so weird, almost like an orgasm", as she gave herself a little unconscious rub. As all the girls finished peeing Anne and Sharon stood up and surveyed the damage. Their crotches and butts were completely soaked but the wet stains didn’t go all the way down to their knees. They both pulled down the hems of their sweaters to see how much was covered.
Sharon beamed as she said, "see these sweaters hide everything, I’m going to wear mine more often." Anne said "Yeah, these are great, now I can pee anywhere without getting in trouble. Mmmm. That felt pretty good, I don’t know why I haven’t tried this before", as Anne gave her crotch another rub through her thick woolly sweater, "and this sweater keeps my wet pants warm too."
Susan, Donna and Sharon all looked at each other with that knowing smile realizing they had found another convert.
When the girls got back to the cottage, Jane and Mary were just pulling up in their van. They all met in the driveway in between the two cottages. "Well, how was your walk", Jane asked. "It was interesting" Anne said as she blushed a little. "Well we had an interesting drive too", Mary said. "We missed the driveway here and we must have gone twenty miles before we realized that we were lost."
As Mary was talking, Sharon mindlessly reached into the pocket of her jeans to get the keys to the cottage slightly exposing her wet state. She quickly yanked her sweater down, but not before Jane caught a glimpse of her wetness. Sharon turned beet red as she realized Jane and Mary both knew what she had done. Sharon quickly tried to think up a good excuse to explain her state, but Jane said "well it looks like we’re not the only ones who couldn’t find a bathroom in time."
Jane was also wearing an Aran style tunic she had bought in town too. She unbuttoned her sweater to show a big wet stain on her jeans just like Sharon and Anne’s, extending up into a semicircle on the stomach of the sky blue cotton turtleneck she was wearing underneath. Anne showed off her wet jeans too and after everyone had confessed the tales of their own accidents, Mary said, "All this talk about pee, now I have to go again."
Everyone else was squirming a little So Anne said with a little impish grin, "well we’re all wet already, we might as well just go in our pants again." Everyone looked at each other shrugged and said the usual what the heck, and why not. Just then a stream started to pour from under Mary’s plaid skirt, some running down the legs of her sheer white knickers and some just splattering into the dirt under her.
Within seconds all the girls were peeing forcefully into their pants again. This time wide steams of wetness was spreading down the inside pant legs of Jane’s, Sharon’s, and Anne’s jeans, filling their socks and sneakers and making puddles around their feet. Everyone just smiled and sighed with relief.

THE END

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