I'm a 20 year old college girl.

I'm a 20 year old college girl. Let's call me Chantal. It's not my real name 
but the story I'm about to tell is a little too personal to use my real name.
It's the story of my first experience with wetsex. There's a close friend of
mine involved in it as well. Let's call her Anne in this story. It's not her 
real name either. But she would kill me if I used her real name. She will 
probably kill me when she finds out I'm posting this anyway. She just might do
it less painful if I use a fake name. 
Anyway, I'm bisexual and at times I feel strongly attracted to her. She's 
straight, but knows about my feelings and she's ok with me cuddling her and all
that innocent stuff. I love her. I'm going to tell a story of what happened 
between the two of us one night after we had gone out together. We were both
18 back then and in our freshman year.


>start

Anne and I were walking home from the club we always go to. It was a warm night
in late September. I was feeling a little bit drunk...I used to drink a lot back
then.
I said: "Girl, I sure have to pee as soon as we get home!"
Anne replied: "Yeah me too!"
We walked for a while, talking about nothing. I started walking faster as we got 
closer to my home. I had to go really bad. After a few more minutes, we reached 
my front door and I went looking for my keys in my pockets. Anne noticed how 
hasty I was.

"What is it honey? You have to go bad?" she teased me. 
"YES!!" I replied. I was really bursting by then.
She moved up close behind me and started softly tickling my waist. I couldn't 
believe she was tickling me! She knew I am ticklish.
I yelled at her: "Dont do that!" 
But she started tickling harder. I started to piss my panties. I wanted to cut 
it off but I just started peeing harder instead. By the time I could stop the 
pee gushing out of my body, my jeans were all soaked.
We went inside. The fabric of my jeans was all warm and wet, sticking to my 
thighs. I like that feeling, but I also felt really emberrassed at the time and 
I took my jeans off. I wanted to fully undress and take a shower.
But then I saw Anne going into my bathroom. My heart started to beat faster at 
the idea of getting even with her. I ran over to her and took her by the hand. I 
pulled her away from the bathroom, into the kitchen. I pushed her down on the 
floor, my hands on her shoulders and my knees on both sides of her waist.
She yelled: "Let me go! I gotta pee!"
I just smiled.
I saw panic in her eyes and that really turned me on. I took one hand of her 
shoulder and pulled up her skirt...pulling it up all the way over her panties.
I started firmly rubbing over her belly, then over her panties. I cupped her 
crotch in my hand and squeezed. She kept screaming that she couldn't hold it any 
longer. And I kept rythmically squeezing.
I felt some hot pee gush into her panties...over my hand. But she stopped peeing
right away. She couldn't squat while lying on her back.
I put my hand back on her shoulder, leaned forward, kissed her forehead. I felt 
my bladder was still half full. I was way too excited to stop...I wanted more...
needed more! I closed my eyes. Pictured a toilet. I pressured. I started pissing
in my panties. Wetting her skirt and panties under me. I kept pissing until I 
was empty. And she was soaked.
I rolled off her. Anne stood up to run to the bathroom, but she really couldn't 
hold it in anymore. As soon as she got on her feet, her piss came gushing out. 
She decided to squat on me instead. She stood over me, her piss bursting out of
her body, gushing from under her skirt, falling on my tits. My sweater got 
soaked and I felt the hot pee running over my boobs.

When she was done, I told her to undress and take a shower. I cleaned the 
kitchen floor and threw all our clothes in the washer. Then I joined her in the 
shower. I looked her in the eye. She looked back, emberrassed. She said she was 
sorry for getting my pants wet in the first place. I blushed. I told her that I 
actually liked it. Apologized for getting her clothes wet too instead of just
letting her go to the bathroom. She admitted that she had been turned on at the 
front door, watching me while I had to pee so bad. That she had tickled me out
of sexual excitement. I walked up to her and took her in my arms. Kissed her 
ear. Told her that I didn't blame her for anything. Asked her if she blamed me.
She didn't.

We haven't had wetsex ever since. Anne and I don't have sex at all. I'm engaged
to a guy now. All that remains is a real naughty memory that we share. Nobody 
else knows about it. And my fiance can only guess why I like wetsex so much.

Tammys Panties

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Great Desperation Story

This story is a little bit long, but 100% worth it. I found this on another female desperation site. Please Enjoy.


The wind whistled through Amber's hair as she drove her red convertible down the interstate; her long brunette hair flowing in the slipstream as the sun shone overhead, the blue sky clear that Saturday afternoon. The dial read 75, the speed limit sign read 60, but Amber kept on speeding, the traffic was light and the highway smooth. Grimacing, she pushed the pedal further, up to 80. She took a last sip from her quart of water, tossing the empty bottle into the passenger seat beside her. She clenched her legs together as best she could while she drove, her bladder swollen full with pee. Amber was desperate, her bladder sending SOS signals, her tummy swollen, her tight tan khaki slacks pressing against the fullness inside of her, shrieks of pressure pulsing through the 19 year old college sophomore's body as she clenched her muscles tight, clamping her urethra shut, trying not to think about the stinging sensation of pee dying to escape her tormented body.

A few miles more, and she'd be home, and did she ever need the bathroom, badly. Amber looked wistfully at the exit signs, wishing she had taken a pee back at lunch, wishing the bathroom hadn't have been closed for cleaning. She tried to take her mind off of her extreme need; she thought of the wonderful lunch, her friend Stacey had come into town for the afternoon and they had spent a good hour and a half, eating, drinking ice teas, sharing good memories from their earlier years. A fitness fanatic, Amber always drank water, and lots of it. Her size 3 body, all 5 feet and 5 inches of it with slender hips, a flat stomach, shapely, slightly muscular legs to die for, she had been quite popular during her high school days and during her freshmen year in college, but as her schedule got busier, she found less time to date, to many a guy's dismay. Her athletic and slightly smaller busted figure got looks; that was for sure. More than one car honked and stared as she passed car after car on the interstate, trying to drive faster without garnering attention, trying to get home before she urinated into her pants. Her urge increased, the pressure unyielding. Amber tightened her muscles again. Only a few more miles, the shopping center near her house lay ahead on the right.

Slowing down, she headed towards the exit. Her cell phone rang; luckily she was at the light, waiting to turn right when she heard it. With her legs clenched together, in extreme agony, her bladder pounding inside of her taut body, Amber answered, trying valiantly to hold back the pee swollen inside of her. "Hello?"

"Hi, Amber?"

"Yea, is this Laura?" Laura was her manager at the family restaurant she worked for part time.

"Hey, I'm glad I got you. We're really short on help. Victor went home sick and Lisa didn't show up again. I really need you to work tonight, can you help me out?"

"Uh, sure, but I don't have my uniform with me. No, wait, I've got tan slacks, but my shirt is back home." Amber wished the damned light would change; her body was on the verge of urinating right where she was, and she tried to hold it with more effort, her legs tight, and her breathing shallow. The light turned green. Finally. Amber almost wet her pants as she released her legs slightly and pressed down on the accelerator.

Laura answered. "Don't worry about the uniform, I've got a spare shirt somewhere. Just come on in right away, I need you bad. I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

Amber agreed, knowing she needed the night off for the concert next weekend and this would be perfect bargaining material. It never hurt when the general manager owed you one. "Ok, I'll be right over, I'm just a block away, anyway." Amber drove the block down the street, thinking work was closer than home and given how badly she needed to pee, she could use the bathroom before she completely wet herself in her new car. Another light, and Amber was squirming. Her bladder violently contracted and she almost peed into her slacks, barely holding on, the pee urge so extreme she trembled with fear. She hadn't had to pee so badly in ages. Finally. Green. She turned left into the parking lot, locked her car, and ran into the restaurant, her bladder screaming its last desperate signals, her need to pee at the peak of desperation. "Hi," Amber yelled, heading straight for the bathroom. "I gotta pee, I'll be out in a second!"

"Hold on", Laura yelled, "Here's your shirt. Change while you're in there." Amber stood for a second, her knees locked together, her body violently throbbing; pee inches from exploding out of her. Another few seconds was all she thought she could hold on. Laura got the shirt, and Amber grabbed it and ran to the ladies room, about to explode. She got in, and both stalls were busy. Two trickles of pee, the sound of someone else relieving him or herself not helping the situation. Amber stood there, almost crying, the pain of her desperation so intense, with her body somehow knowing how physically close she was to a toilet made it worse, she almost started peeing into her pants but managed at the last minute to squeeze ever harder, her fingers jammed into her pee hole, holding back the flow. Two flushing sounds, and Amber almost lost it again, violently shaking with desperation, on her very last stand, about to have an accident. Two young girls exited, glancing at Amber, giggling, obviously noticing how badly she needed to go, and went to wash their hands. Amber rushed into the right most stall, undoing her belt and sliding her tight tan slacks down her hips in one fluid motion. Racing against the agony inside of her, she quickly pulled her panties off, and before she was even fully seated, a quick jet of hot pee exploded out of her clenched urethra, followed by a brief pause and then a stream of hot thrashing pee gushed from her pee hole, unable to be contained by the struggling girl any longer. She sat there and sighed, pee screaming out of her swollen body, gushing noisily into the water of the bowl. She wondered if anyone outside the restroom could hear her go. One and a half minutes later, her pee stream dwindled down; a sense of relief came over Amber's face. She had miraculously avoided a major accident, seconds away from almost having peed into her pants. She sighed a breath of relief, wiped around her trimmed dark pubic mound and pulled up her panties and slacks. She changed into her uniform shirt, a little small for her, and headed out, but not before grabbing an extra large Coke for the evening. She needed some caffeine to get her in the working mood. It was 3:00 in the afternoon already, and the restaurant was packed.

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It was no wonder they needed her help. By 4pm they had already broken the sales record for that day and Amber had been running around like crazy. Fueled with constant caffeine, she somehow managed to handle her section, all seven tables of it. The tips were pretty good, she was averaging 25% of her sales, but she knew it would be a long night. Missing two servers and having another call in sick meant more work for the remaining crew, and probably not a lot of breaks for them either. The hostess, a pretty young high school senior named Isabelle who was quite popular with the cooks, came by with a party of 5. Amber approached the table. Families with screaming kids- she hated that. While the mom tried to settle down junior, she served them water and menus, introduced herself and grabbed an order of fajitas for Carlene, one of the other servers working. The busy pace kept Amber from realizing what had become a familiar sensation that day. The quart of water she had drank earlier along with the Coke she was sipping as she ran around made their way through her body, her bladder again slowly filling. By 4:30pm, Amber had to pee badly, the days drinking once again taking their toll on the athletic girl. Looking around, Amber saw Isabelle seat a party of 12 at two tables at the far end of her section. Wishing she could take a quick bathroom break to relieve herself, she had no choice but to head to the newly seated group. A coach, an assistant, and a small cheerleading squad, all dressed in their white and blue uniforms, giggling and carrying on. Amber knew one of the kitchen guys would love this; he had a fantasy about cheerleaders. Trying to put the thoughts of her filling bladder in the background of her mind, Amber started taking the tables' order. By the time she finished, five of the girls had changed their order and one of them didn't want anything, and then at the last minute decided she wanted a salad. A slightly tubby one, Amber thought, she probably wanted to lose weight and look like the other girls, who mostly were quite attractive. Amber keyed the order into the computer and glanced at the time. 4:45pm. She looked around, really needing a bathroom break, the familiar pressure returning, the slight beginnings of stinging inside her tummy that signaled a full bladder. She headed off to the bathroom, thinking she had a spare minute when the coach of the table called her back. "Yes," Amber asked, slightly frazzled, wishing she could have gone to the restroom.

"I'm so sorry. Sarah ordered Iced Tea and she wants to switch to water. I'm so sorry to trouble you, but could you get it for her now?" the coach asked, nicely.

"Sure, I'll be right back". Amber went to the drink station, now recognizing her body's need for urinary relief, her tummy slightly distended against the tight waistband of her low-rise tan slacks. As she was there, table #4 called out.

"Miss. Miss. Oh, I'm sorry, but my steak was supposed to be medium rare and it's well done. Can you see if the kitchen could do something about it?"

Amber walked by, putting on her best fake smile. "Sure, I'm so sorry. I'll be right back." She winced as she felt her bladder quickly filling. 5:00pm now, the dinner rush was starting, and she needed to use the bathroom quite badly now. She knew she'd have little chance of escaping if she didn't get there soon. Dinner was crazy and half the time the customers were lined up for the bathroom anyway. Getting the water and returning the steak to the kitchen, she stopped by table #4 and assured them they'd re-cook the steak, this time the right way. Back to the cheerleaders at table #7- handing the short girl that must have been Sarah the water, Amber turned around. Table #3 was waiting to check out. Good. The register was near the bathrooms; she'd get their ticket, take a quick bathroom break and then get back to work. A perfect plan. On the way to the computer, Table #4 signaled again. She backtracked; getting annoyed now, her bladder complaining, waves of pressure starting to flow through her body. She really needed to pee!! "Yes?"

"I'm sorry, but I ordered steak fries and this is obviously mashed potatoes!" The kitchen was overworked and screwing everything up today.

"I'm sorry. We're a bit understaffed today but I'll be happy to bring you fries," she said with a smile, wishing she could add "and you're probably going to make me pee my pants by your stupid requests," as she hurried back to the kitchen, plate in hand. Crap. She had forgotten to check out table #3, who was looking for her now. Table #4's steak was ready too. The coach at table #7 had his hand up. "Damn. DAMN," she muttered under her breath at nobody in particular.

Carlene was standing nearby, checking out one of her tables. "What's a matter?" she asked.

"I've got to pee so bad I'm about to bust and my tables are being a pain," Amber replied, wincing as she felt a surge of pressure expand through her. Her bladder was filling up near the limit; the same stinging sensations she had felt on the highway over returned, and very soon Amber was desperate, needing once again to use the bathroom very, very badly.

She checked table #3 out, and then got the steak for table #4, then wishing in vain she could go pee, she headed off to table #7. The coach again- "I'm sorry, but we're kind of in a rush. Could you tell me when the food is going to be ready?"

"I'm sorry for the delay, sir, but I'll go ask the kitchen and find out. Be right back," she smiled, putting on her best server smile. Her bladder screaming inside of her, she walked quickly by the hallway leading to the bathrooms, almost stopping, but thought she could get a quick break after she took care of pain in the ass coach. The kitchen just delivered the food for table #7, so she balanced as much of it as she could, Carlene helping with the rest, and the two walked back to the table of cheerleaders, who quickly dived into their meals. Even the coach, for once, seemed happy. "God, I need to go pee or I'm going to wet on myself!!!!!" Amber whispered to Carlene.

"Yea, I know, I'm about to pee in my pants too. I get a break in five minutes though," Carlene replied, whisking off to another table.

Looking around, Amber realized for a moment that nobody needed her. Table #5 looked about ready to leave, but they could wait, and she really, really needed to use the restroom before something embarrassing happened. Walking quickly to the bathroom, she got to the hallway. Of course, as it always happened, three of the cheerleaders were outside the door, squirming, looking desperate. A line. Just then Amber heard table #5 call her name. "Damn Damn DAMN!" she cursed a little louder than she should have- stupid line for the bathroom. She walked down to table #5, only to be stopped at table #3, who had not left yet.

"Miss, There's been a mistake on our check. My husband got charged for two coffees and he only drank one." Amber smiled, picked up the check and apologized, trying not to show her anger. If she JUST could get to the fricking bathroom, she thought. Her bladder pulsated inside of her, wave after wave of pressure spasms appearing every few minutes, her urine filling and stretching her bladder worse than ever before. Amber was getting nervous, her tummy visibly stuck out, the waistband of her slacks biting into her skin, her urethra tense, her desire to void so strong she feared she would have an accident any minute. Table #5. Yes.

"Yes, are you guys ready to check out now?" she asked, trembling as she dealt with a huge onslaught of stinging pain that emerged from inside of her, her bladder once again signaling "Emergency, Emergency." Amber really had to pee, the pressure now as bad as when she had driven into the parking lot. Right after table #5 cashed out, she thought, and then she could go relieve herself. "Shouldn't have drank so much water, damn it," she thought, squirming as she cashed out table #5 at the register. She glanced over at the bathrooms- no line. "Great," she said out loud, again to nobody in particular. She walked quickly back to table #5, handed them their change. They smiled, left a nice tip, and left. She looked around. A break, she thought. Carlene came down out of the bathrooms, headed to her own section. Amber bumped into her.

"Wow, that was close," Carlene whispered, giggling.

"What?" Amber asked, wondering what happened.

"I almost peed myself! I mean, I couldn't hold it and just got in there in time. Can you imagine how embarrass..." CRASH. A loud explosion-like sound rocked through the restaurant. Carlene dropped her tray in surprise, both girls turning around to look at the direction where the noise came from.

"What the hell?" Amber asked.

"I don't know. What's going on?" Carlene and Amber headed down the hallway near the bathrooms, Ambers intense desperation increasing, so she was headed that way anyway. "Oh my God," Carlene gasped. Water was pouring out between the two bathrooms, a crack in the wall had appeared.

Laura, the GM was over there next. "Oh Shit!"

"What?" the girls replied in unison, Amber about to pee on herself in agony.

"The water main just blew. I was supposed to have it repaired last week, but they couldn't come out until tomorrow."

"What?"

"Damn. Carlene, go call our maintenance emergency number, tell them we lost the water main and both bathrooms are flooded, and tell them to get over here quick," Laura ordered.

Amber froze. She had to know. "Did, uh, did you say both bathrooms are closed?" her voice squeaking higher in paranoia. She needed to use the bathroom as badly as she ever had in her life, easily as badly as she had earlier that day, and if the bathrooms were out of order...

"Yea, and we'll have to shut down if we can't get then open in an hour. Health violation. Maintenance should get here pretty quick though, shouldn't be a problem. What a mess though- I'm going to lock the doors so nobody goes in the restrooms until we fix this," and Laura went off, locking both doors, her shoes and the bottom of her slacks soaked in water from the broken water main. Amber started to shake. She was on the verge of wetting herself, barely able to control the pulsating pressure inside of her struggling body. She NEEDED to use the bathroom SO badly.

"Oh God. Oh GOD," she cried, clenching her legs together. Carlene came back.

"The maintenance guys are on their way. Amber, are you alright?"

"Carlene, I really need to pee. I'm serious, I'm about to pee on myself and now the bathrooms are closed!!!" Amber wailed, totally desperate and in panic, her intense desperation reaching new moments of pain, her urethra seemingly burning, her tummy completely distended, the stinging pain coming in spasms, her body clenched, keeping her ocean of pee inside.

"Don't worry, they'll be here soon and you can go. Just hold it, like we had to in track last year," Carlene said, trying to reassure her friend. Amber grimaced, and standing there with her legs locked together, she tried to hold on, barely able to control the tremendous urge that was overcoming her.

"Miss..." table #7 again. The Coach. Amber turned around, wiped off the sweat that was forming on her forehead from her agonizing distress, and walked carefully, trying not to pee in her clothes, down to table #7.

"Yes?" she warbled, her voice distorted as she fought off a violent surge that almost caused her to uncontrollably release her hot urine into her clothes.

"We've been wanting to check out for the past five minutes. And Melissa here needs to go to the bathroom, can you tell me why you've got it locked?" Melissa looked to be the oldest one, a senior, and her hands were clutched up her cheerleading skirt; her face agonized with pain, obviously needing to go pee as well.

"I'm sorry sir, but we've had a water main break, and the bathrooms won't be open for another half hour at the earliest," Amber replied, dying inside as she totally knew what the poor cheerleader was going through.

"Whwhwhhaatt?" the high school senior cried, obviously in the worst desperation.

"She said they are closed, dear. You're 18 years old, not some little girl. Hold it and go when we get back to the gym," the coach replied.

"IiiII can't, oh God," screamed the girl, her face red with embarrassment and anguish. "Oh noooNOOOOO," the girl wailed, and Amber froze as she glanced down. The girl stood there, legs together, her skirt held up, her hands trembling as she tried to hold the cheerleading skirt out of the way, in a panic, and Amber saw the girls blue cheerleading trunks suddenly darken, a stain spreading, the girls public mound obvious as the tightness of the lycra fabric hugged her engorged girlhood, wetness escaping. Slight pee streams trickled down the girl's muscular legs, increasing in strength until the girl suddenly peed uncontrollably into her cheerleading outfit, a loud sizzling noise coming from between her legs. The girl spread her legs, embarrassed, crying, letting her skirt drop. Pee gushed from the 18 year old, streaming down onto the floor, a puddle between her legs, her cheerleading shoes wet, her bare thighs glistening with her own urine. Amber almost peed onto herself then and there; the sight of another girl having an accident in front of her reminded her how BADLY she needed to go. She HAD to hold on. She felt so sorry for the poor girl who stood there, pee dripping from her, embarrassed in front of 9 of her friends and her coaches, having just wet herself at an age when that wasn't supposed to happen. Carlene walked over and gasped in horror, seeing the puddle between the cheerleader's legs. She ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a mop. Amber fought another wave of pressure, realizing now the emergency desperation SHE faced, and cashed the coach and his table out. The other cheerleaders were consoling the poor girl, who was still crying and sobbing uncontrollably as droplets of pee dropped from her body along the floor out of the restaurant.

"MMMMM," Amber moaned, bending over part way, trying to keep her pee inside. Her body DESPERATELY wanted to urinate, and seeing the girl's accident made it so much worse. Amber knew she was going to lose control if she didn't take drastic action. Maybe she could go in a cup outside in the parking lot. That might do it, she thought. She headed back to the kitchen when Isabelle seated Table #6 with an attractive young woman, maybe in her mid 20's, dark auburn hair and freckles, wearing a pair of black leggings, low-rise, riding her hips. A black sports bra on top and a purse, the woman had obviously been working out or something. Table #5 was seated too, with a pair of teenage girls, giggling as they talked about their dates later that night with their boyfriends. "Crap," Amber thought, "double seated," she thought, angry that Isabelle had sat two tables. Her bladder violently throbbing, almost leaking, Amber gave menus and water to the two girls, then made her way to Table #6. The young woman was very attractive, and looked at Amber in a funny way. "Hi. My name is Amber, and I'll be your server tonight. Here's the menu and would you like something to drink to start off with?" Amber asked, with her practiced approach. Amber stood there, her thighs shaking, beads of sweat forming on her forehead again. A tremendous wave of pee pressure overcame the poor server, almost causing an immediate release. The burning, stinging pain overcame her and Amber almost fainted from the pain, her vision going blurry, and her eyes tearing up. She needed to PEE!!!!!!!.

Somehow she recovered, her legs shaking, she waited as the woman ordered a large ice tea and a large glass of water. Amber walked over to the two girls, ready to get their order. Then it would be a quick trip to the parking lot. She didn't care if she had to squat next to her car; she needed to pee before she wet herself in front of everyone. She stood there, shaking, her legs pressed together, one hand trying to massage herself as she walked over. Amber almost leaked into her panties, but managed to hold back, the urge to pee insane, the pain constant. What had been waves of pressure now was a steady spasm, every step, every breath, and even every blink of the eye hurt. Amber was at the very last stages of holding on, and she knew it. If she didn't go outside or something within the next few minutes, she knew she'd be having an accident in her pants just like the pretty cheerleader, who had soaked herself in front of her friends. Amber cursed under her breath. The two teens were playing around, laughing. Finally they gave their order, and Amber started to head back to the kitchen when the woman at table #6 called her back. Amber could barely hold on. She was shaking uncontrollably, her body on the verge of explosion, her urethra tortured, her pubic area swollen with distress, her hot pee screaming inside of her, DYING to escape. "YES?" she mumbled, trying valiantly to hold on, to maintain dignity.

"I'm ready to order," the woman replied, putting down her menu. She stared at Amber, her legs pressed together, her feet pacing back and forth nervously, suddenly aware of Ambers incredible distress. "Are you okay?" the woman asked.

"Um. I just need to use the- the bathroom really bad, we had a water break or something and the bathrooms are closed, that's all," she mumbled, running together her words as her bladder surged incessantly within her, her slacks pressing tight against her pulsing belly, her pee about to explode out of her pee hole.

"The bathroom is closed?" the woman said in a shock, clutching her legs together, the black fabric of her tights defining her long muscles.

"Yea, but, but it should be open in like a half an hour," Amber mumbled, trying not to wet herself there.

"Oh my God, I really needed to go. I'm about to burst myself. And I just finished this water. Please tell me when they're open, okay?" the woman asked, some concern rising in her voice.

"Sure. Yea. So, what would you like?" Amber asked, somehow controlling herself. She'd put the order in, then run out to the parking lot and pee. Anywhere. She knew she was going to start going any second, and the time was now. She could not hold on any longer.

"I'd like the chef's salad, honey-mustard dressing," Amber clutched herself in pain, the last wave of pressure screaming inside of her. She momentarily lost control, and for the briefest part of a second, a little of her pee slipped out of her pee hole, a small spurt. Amber panicked, clutching her muscles tighter, taking her hand away from her crotch, in total and absolute desperation. "...and I'd like the Fajitas, no sour cream please," the woman continued. Amber was in panic.

"Uhm. The chicken salad and Italian?"

"No, the chefs salad, honey-mustard dressing..." Amber froze again, another small spurt escaping her tortured pee hole. The woman looked down, her eyes only two feet from Ambers slacks, and the three-inch wet spot in Amber's crotch was clearly noticeable. Amber didn't even realize she was visibly wet, barely able to contain the ocean inside of her, the pain intense, cutting through her like a knife, the waves of pressure constant, the burning inside beyond anything she had experienced, unable to control the spurts. Amber was slowly losing control, and she knew it.

"I'm sorry- the chef's salad then. I'm so sorry, I really am about to burst," she apologized, and started to walk away. Another spurt and Amber froze, trying to control herself. She COULD NOT pee herself here, NO, not NOW. She looked down, panicking when she saw the obvious wet spot in her tan slacks, tightly pressed against her engorged girlhood, her body racked with pain, needing to pee, starting to pee. She took a fast step and started to head out the door to the parking lot, to relieve herself the rest of the way and then get an apron to hide the wet spot in her slacks. Another small spurt- Amber panicked. The woman in table #6 called her. Amber turned around, tears in her eyes. She felt a small trickle of pee escape and a thin line of pee stain ran down her left thigh.

The woman looked straight at Amber's crotch, and giggled. "Wow, you really DO need to go to the bathroom, don't you?"

"Yes, I really need to go now, do you nnneed any-anything?" Amber mumbled again, jumbling and mixing her words. Another spurt, another small trickle of pee escaped her clenched burning pee hole, making the damp mark down her left thigh longer and darker. Amber was starting to pee on herself, and she knew it.

The woman kept looking; transfixed, watching Amber struggle to control herself. "Oh, I really do need another iced tea. I'm so sorry. Do you know you've got a wet spot on your pants?" the woman asked, shifting her weight on her chair. Amber couldn't understand her. The last spurt almost ruined her. The intense stinging pain rose to a crescendo, the pressure unbearable. Amber began to slowly pee, and she started to walk away. The woman called her back. "Honey, come back for a moment." Amber was peeing slowly now, she couldn't control the flow and her left thigh was getting slowly darker. Her warm pee was seeping out of her clenched pee hole, against all of Amber's might.

Amber turned, crying, shaking, and started wailing. "Oh I'm sorry. Oh NO. NOOO. Oh GODDDD NOOOOOOOO. NOOOO PLEASEEEEE NOOOOO," her voice rising both in volume and in pitch. Three feet away from the woman in table #6's eyes Amber lost control. The intense pain was too much, her weakened crotch muscles, the throbbing the pulsating sensation overcame her. A spurt escaped, and suddenly without any warning Amber could no longer control her bladder's urges. Her bladder exploded, pee thrashing out of her pee hole, flooding her panties, instantly wetting her pants. Her crotch and inner left thigh were soaked within a second, pee streaming seemingly by the gallon out of her crotch, gushing stream after gushing stream bursting from within, soaking her panties, soaking her pants. The pee streams soaked her tight tan slacks, the pee flooding down her legs glistening in the light as Amber totally wet herself in front of her customer, frozen in terror, unable to move. Pee kept coming. Her bladder pumped pee through her urethra, like a fire hose on a burning house, pee exploding, thrashing, sizzling noisily out of her young athletic body, flooding her clothes, the coarse fabric of her tan slacks unable to hold any more moisture, pee cascaded in sheets between her legs, flooding her inner thigh and trickling into her socks, her shoes, and onto the hardwood floor. Amber went to the bathroom into her pants, right there, in front of everyone, for a minute and forty seconds. Pure agony.

The two girls behind her giggled, whispering to each other "oh my God, she's peeing her pants right here!!!" The woman in table #6 looked in amazement, her eyes locked onto the spreading wetness of Amber's crotch.

Amber sobbed without stopping, looking up sheepishly when her pee stream finally died down. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh my God, I'm so sorry..." she cried, looking to the woman for forgiveness as her wet pants clung to her legs, her shoes standing in a four foot wide puddle of her own hot pee. Across the restaurant, the maintenance crew arrived and started working on the water main and the bathrooms. It was too late for Amber- she had just had the most embarrassing accident in her life, peeing in front of her customers. Carlene came around the corner and gasped, seeing Amber's soaked pants and the puddle on the floor. Amber cried and ran out the door, not even saying goodbye to Carlene or even bothering to put in the two tables' orders. Carlene turned around, watching Amber run out the door, wondering what to do.

Neither server saw the woman in table #6 urinate, on purpose, into her black leggings, pee dripping onto the floor and spreading all over the chair where she sat. The woman had a smile on her face as she put her fingers between her legs, feeling her pee explode into her leggings, the familiar warmth flooding her seat and her butt. She smiled, and then left quickly, pee running down the seams of her leggings as she walked out of the restaurant, leaving a five-dollar bill to pay for the drinks.

Amber sat in her car, her pants soaked, her seats soaked, and cried uncontrollably, unable to stop

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Those readers who are familiar with the events than had occurred earlier that afternoon will know that, following an accident (I wet my panties) while on the phone, had coincided with Ian‘s (my husband) unexpected return from work. Both of us where so turned on by my wet state, it had resulted in torrid wet sex, (during which I had peed myself again) we were so carried away.

Sadly we had to desist, because I needed to pick up our son from school. While I was waiting outside the school, my son was invited out to tea. Which meant that when I returned home we would free to begin where we had left off?

At Ian‘s insistence I was wearing the panties I had wet twice already, which was a big turn on. As a result, the feel of the sogginess incited me into playing with myself in the old school toilet block. As I sat on the loo, I recalled incidents from my own school days; when wet panties often led to my being unable to resist masturbating. It was while sitting there I had a brilliant idea for the resumption of our wet sex episode, on my return home.

Being in the school buildings had given me an idea. I found my way to the senior girl’s school store, where the spare sixth form uniforms were kept. I sorted one out, a tight fit, but it would serve my purpose. I stuffed it into a plastic bag and fled to the car.

On arriving home I went into the garden shed, and changed into the uniform, but kept on my stained and dirty panties, stiff with dried pee and love juice.

I arranged my hair in the way I had worn it in my final term at school, and completed my outfit with white ankle socks and trainers. So attired I went into the house. Standing outside the study, where I knew Ian would be working.

I knocked on the door and when Ian called out "yes!" I went into my act.

I entered and stood at the side of his desk. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, when he saw the way I was dressed. I stood in front of him my finger in my mouth, my legs and knees pressed together; giving the unmistakably impression that I was almost on the verge of wetting myself. "I have been sent home from school," I began. "I had an accident, and I am on the verge of having another one." As I said this I slowly raised my skirt, placing my palm over the front of my panties grasping myself tightly, through my panties- wriggling about as I did so. Ian caught on to my play-acting, and took up his role.

"I think you had better tell me all about it," he replied his eyes fastened on my crotch, where I was pretending to be almost masturbating myself, in an effort to prevent another accident. "Well I was sitting at the back of the class this afternoon. Having finished my work, I was reading one of your rude books I took from in here. The story made me so horny I could scarcely contain myself. I requested to go to the toilet, but was refused. You see I wanted to pee, and I was so turned on by your book that once in there I knew I would be unable to resist having to relieve myself with a good frig. Mr. Thomas, the teacher refused to let me go- I think he guessed I was almost peeing a myself and he saw an opportunity to watch me squirm. Girls have always said that he gets off on watching girls almost wetting themselves. Anyway I thought ‘fuck him‘ and when I figured that no one was looking, I slipped my hand up my skirt and wormed a finger up my knicker leg; furtively masturbating myself as I read. Soon I was on the edge of coming; you know how I mean, when it‘s so nice you can‘t stop- I mean every touch on my clit was sending quivers of delight down my legs to my toes. I could even feel it in my tits. Cream from my arousal had drenched my panties to the point where it was running down my thighs but I was aware that I would probably pee myself if I went over the edge.

It was at that point that I was aware of Mr. Thomas‘s eyes on me. My first reaction was to stop but then I saw the big bulge in his pants. Just like the one you have now. So I carried on. Although there was still ten minutes to go, Mr. Thomas dismissed the class, but asked me to remain behind. Once we were alone he walked over to me and said ‘so! You not only do you think can make an exhibition of yourself by almost wetting your panties in my class, but- you dirty little slut -you think you can get away with masturbating in public. What is more I can see you have gone that far I doubt you can make it home without finishing what you have started!‘

"By this time I was so pissed off with him, I thought ‘right I will show you,‘ and pulling up my skirt, I slipped my soaking panties to my knees and eased my fingers up my cunt and spread my legs. I began to wank, while watching his pathetic little bulge build up at his crotch. The knowledge of the control I was exerting over him inflamed my imagination, and I was soon on the verge of coming. Making sure he had a good view of my legs and cunt, I could see that he was masturbating though his trousers pocket. This added to my excitement. I had an almighty orgasm, and as I came, I pissed in a long yellow arch, directly towards him, and then between my legs into my panties round my knees from where it dripped onto the floor."
"I heard him gasp and saw a large wet patch spread over his trousers, and before he could say anything I stood up and said ‘Now you have got what you wanted, you had better clean yourself up, and while you are at it get a mop and clean my pee up as well.‘

"He tried to act scornful but failed, mumbling that he would report me to you; so, before he rings you and says anything here I am."

While I had been narrating the events of the afternoon, Ian had taken me in his arms. I tugged his belt undone and slid his jeans and pants down, and while his hands seized the wet pantied cheeks of my bum. I gripped his throbbing eight inches and maneuvered it up my inflamed hungry vagina, up the leg of my panties.
Standing there in the study, against the wall, he fucked me with long slow strokes. I held his face to mine and whispered "now !" His sigh told me he was ready, and abandoning all control I let go the full flow of my bladder filling my panties and soaking his cock, balls, and legs.

I felt his legs hard and springy against me and as he filled me with his cum I contracted my vagina around his cock.

Then wave upon wave of repressed delight swept though me as I wrapped my legs round his waist, extracting the joy of our union to fulfillment, while virtually sitting on his embedded prick.

Well, it took some time to recover; both of us slumped on the settee. What a sight I must have looked, the school skirt round my waist, legs awash with pee and cum sliding down my thighs while my socks were totally soaked. As for my panties, well they were almost steaming with hot pee and dollops of spunk drying on them. Even the bottom of my white blouse was wet and strangely enough, my school tie also had a spunk stain on it.

I caught Ian looking at me, his prick staring to harden again. As he caressed me, he said: "what a dirty clever sexy girl," then cupping my cunt through my panties, he began to rub my filthy panties over my swollen cunt.

To my surprise I found I was quickly becoming aroused again. Wanting to share my excitement, I slipped my panties off and wrapped them around Ian‘s hardening prick, wanking him off while he frigged me. Using really dirty talk I encouraged us both on to another climax, before going together into the shower. While soaping me down Ian observed. "That was very good; but if your Mr. Thomas did exist, he might ring, to ask how I chastised you. Then what am I going to say? That I gave you a good fucking  that‘s not a penalty."   However neither was what he did next, although what he did next, well, that‘s another story. So stay tuned!

Kitty Breaks in her New carpet

A story of fiction based on a real friend of mine...

Kitty sat on the bus crossing her legs and rocking back and forth. “Just have one more beer..what can it hurt?” she remembers her friends saying at the bar. She didn’t count on the rush hour traffic making her Trip home much longer than usual. She had planned to make a video to send to me when she got Home but she wasn’t sure where she left her camera and now she didn’t think she would be able to hold it Long enough to look for it. Damn she didn’t remember these roads being this bumpy. Her bladder was at 99% capacity and she was still about 15 minutes from her bus stop. She had really planned to use the bathroom before leaving the bar but their was a line in the ladies room and she was afraid if she waited she might miss the bus. It didn’t help either that she had worn her skin tight jeans today. She was now feeling every tiny bump in the road as her bladder screamed for relief.

Finally she reached her stop. She slowly stood up and made her way out onto the sidewalk trying not to look like she was about to piss all over herself. Her house was just a block away. She walked quickly trying not to panic or lose control. Her key already in her hand she got to the front door and quickly unlocked it and stepped inside. Every step she took send a twinge through her overfilled bladder. She really wanted to make it up stairs and use the bathroom near her bedroom but she didn’t think she could make it. She made her way to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed the door. She turned the door knob but it didn’t move. Her roommate had locked the door from inside her bedroom. She didn’t want to go through her roommates bedroom to get to the other door so she made her way to the stairs in an attempt to make it to the upstairs bathroom. It seemed like every step she took towards the bathroom brought her closer to losing control. She didn’t want to wet her jeans as she planned to wear these again tomorrow and who knew when she would be able to do laundry again.

She started down the hall. It seemed like the door to the bathroom was moving further away instead of getting closer. Her bladder was giving her signals it was about to give up. The bathroom was no longer an option. She ducked into her bedroom and shut the door. She kicked off her shoes and moved to the center of the room..the thick carpet was soft under her feet. In a frantic motion she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down below her knees. She yanked down her panties and squatted down. She looked between her legs and took aim for the carpet. She prayed her roommate wouldn’t come home. With a sigh of relief her bladder exploded. She watched helplessly as her stream sprayed forcefully onto the carpet and quickly spread out in a growing puddle on the carpet below. She began to feel her warm pee soaking into her socks. At least she didn’t drench her jeans. At last her stream began to slow…now it was just a steady drizzle. She continued to watch as she finished emptying her bladder onto the carpet below. At last she was finished. She found an old T-shirt on the floor and used it to wipe her pussy and she tossed it over the puddle. She stood up and pulled her jeans up…zipping them up and fixing her clothes.

She knew her roommate never came into her bedroom so she just left the puddle to dry on it’s own. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time she would use the bathroom on her carpet. Maybe next time she would have time enough to film it….

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Emma's Wet Afternoon byxxevieexx©

As I got out of the car, I sprinted to the house. When I reached the front step and extended my hand to turn the knob, I almost ran right into the door. It was locked. I knocked. I pounded. I stood, legs crossed and half doubled over in pain. If I didn't get to a bathroom soon, I was going to pee my pants.

I rummaged around inside my purse trying to find my house key. I felt tears forming as the panic set in. I couldn't find it. I turned it upside down and dumped everything out right there on the front step. It wasn't anywhere to be found.

I bit my lip as I looked around. No cars were in the neighbors driveways. I looked up and down the street, no cars. No one walking their dog. No kids riding their bicycles. I looked over to the corner of our yard where the big Oak tree was. I couldn't believe what I was contemplating.

As my bladder overflowed, I felt a small trickle down my leg and knew I didn't really have a choice. It was either go behind the tree or pee my pants. A little wet spot was one thing, but soaking wet was quite another.

"Ok, here goes," I thought to myself. I bent over to collect my things and put them back into my backpack. The pressure of bending over caused a little more pee to escape. I clamped my thighs together and began hobbling across the yard. Once I reached the Oak tree, I moved behind it and checked all directions. The coast was clear.

I lifted up my uniform and pulled my panties to the side. I squatted down and with watchful eyes, emptied my exploding bladder on to the grass. I could hear the loud hissing sound as I pissed all over the ground.

A large puddle was forming, and I could feel some splashing up onto my ankles. The relief was so great that I felt lightheaded. I couldn't believe how bad I had to go and wondered when it was going to stop. I actually started to smile a bit when I realized how long I had been squatting there.

Once the powerful stream subsided and turned to a trickle, I began to shake my bottom back and forth trying to shake off any last drops. I pulled my panties back over and stood up, smoothing out my skirt. I noticed how wet they were from the first two accidents and adding to it, the wetness left from my pissing behind the tree.

I walked across the yard as I thought about what I had just done. At first I felt disgusted by what I had done, but what choice did I have? Pee my pants? As I thought about that, I realized how much I enjoyed the feeling of having wet panties.

"What is wrong with me?" I thought. I could feel my face get warm and my heart began to pound a little.

"What the hell? Why am I getting turned on now?" I asked myself. Suddenly, I remembered that my roommate had said she was working late tonight, which explains why the door was locked.

"Shit. How am I going to get in now?" I wondered. I looked around and decided to try my neighbor, John, across the street. We had given him a key a few months ago in case of emergency.

I quickly walked across the street and knocked on his door. A moment later, he opened the door, smiling. I asked him if he still had our key because I was locked out. He said yes and invited me in while he looked for it. He went into the kitchen and I could hear him rummaging around in one of the drawers.

"Would you like something to drink Emma? Your face is all red, you look like you've been outside for hours."

"Water would be good, thanks!" I answered, wondering why I was still blushing.

When John came in and handed me the glass of water, I noticed he had a big bulge in the front of his pants. He must have seen me looking because he just stood there watching me while I hid behind my glass of water. I didn't want him to stare at me, so I continued to drink the water so I could hide behind the glass.

"You WERE thirsty! Would you like another?" he asked. I cleared my throat and looked down at the floor. I played with my sock so I didn't have to make eye contact with him and told him yes, I would like more to drink.

I was so relieved when he walked out of the room, but that didn't last long. He returned in what seemed like only seconds with another glass of water. He stood directly in front of me as I sat on the couch and drank my water. I could see through the glass that the bulge I thought I had seen was not only there, but was now very prominent.

"Like what you see?" he asked. I almost choked and water came spewing out of my mouth. "Hmmm, that's the second time in five minutes I've seen you squirt water out of your body like that." My heart pounded in my chest and my head spun. "Oh my God. Did he just say what I think he said? Oh my GOD. Did he see me?" My mind raced with these thoughts and I began to panic. I looked up at him and he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was short lived, however, because John dropped his hand down to the bulge in his pants. My heart started pounding again.

"I won't tell anyone, IF you do something for me," he grinned, rubbing his cock through his shorts. I figured he was hinting at a blow job. I was not normally one to shy away from an opportunity like this, but it just seemed strange. He was my neighbor!

Instead, he said "I want to watch you piss, Emma."

"WHAT?" I croaked out.

"That's right. I want to watch you squat down and piss for me. And as you piss noisily, I am going to stroke my big fat cock." While contemplating the situation, my mind wandered to my pee soaked panties and I noticed a new dampness that wasn't there before. I realized that the thought of pissing in front of someone was making my pussy wet.

"OK. I'll do it," I said. He held out his hand and I took it. Instead of leading me into the bathroom, he brought me into his kitchen. He patted the counter and said "Up". I jumped up and sat on the counter.

"No, no, no. I want you to squat for me. Up on your feet, my little pee girl," he instructed. I did what I was told and he brought over a martini glass, placing it directly under my pussy.

He stood back and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was purple and dripping wet. I could see how turned on this was making him, so I decided to enjoy it. I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down just a bit. I felt my face burn as he saw the wet panties.

He let out a soft groan and began fucking his cock into his hand. I opened up my cunt lips and bit my lip. I began to push and within a few seconds, I was pissing for him. I was squatting on my neighbors counter pissing into a martini glass and he was masturbating his monster cock to the sight of it.

"How did I get here?" I asked myself. Then, I realized that I didn't care. I actually liked pissing for him. In fact, I LOVED it. I loved that he was watching me urinate. I love that he called me his little pee girl, and I wanted to do it more.

When I noticed that the martini glass was overflowing on to the counter, I stopped short and decided to take the lead with this new game. I hopped off the counter and squatted right there on his kitchen floor. A yellow puddle began to form on the floor. Again, I stopped. His eyes were as big as saucers now as he realized what my plan was.

I walked into the living room and he followed – cock in hand. I squatted down right in the middle of his living room and pissed on his carpet. When I was satisfied, I stood up and walked down the hall. As I walked, I pissed. I left a tinkle trail down his hall and went into the dining room. I pulled out one of the chairs and sat. I leaned back and spread my legs and pussy open. I pushed hard, and this time, a golden arch sprayed out of my pussy. I looked over at him and he was jacking his cock frantically. I could see giant drops of precum flying from his cock. I stood up, looked at my dining room pee stain and realized I was almost empty.

"Any preferences?" I asked him.

He lay down under me and said "Yeah, right here," and pointed to his cock. I stood over him and spread my pussy open.

"Ready John? Ready for your little pee girl to piss right onto your cock?" I asked him. He didn't reply, just stared at my pussy and pumped his cock. "One, two.....THREE!" I began pissing all over my neighbors cock. The moment he felt my hot liquid hit his cock, he shot off. Some landed on my leg, some actually reached my pussy and the rest just went up into the air and landed in various spots.

"Now it's my turn," he said. I found that the thought of getting pissed on was also tremendously exciting and wanted more than anything to be on the receiving end.

I got on my knees and knelt before him, arching my back. Within just a few seconds I felt his HOT piss splashing all over my tits. He aimed it at my pussy, my stomach, my tits, my legs, and my hair. By the time he was done, I was absolutely soaked.

My clit was pounding and I needed some relief. I brought my hand to my pussy and began rubbing myself.

"Up here" John said and pointed to the dining room table. I got on the table and he instructed me to get on my hands and knees and turn around. I did as I was told and without warning, he began ramming his fingers into my sopping wet pussy hole. I looked down and saw that little droplets of his piss were dripping off my body onto the table. I felt my pussy stretch open as he added two more fingers to his assault.

"You like that, you little piss slut?" he asked. I couldn't even talk. My head was spinning. I was covered in piss and begging for my cunt to be pounded. I nearly passed out when I came and collapsed when I was finished. When he finally pulled his hand out of my pussy, I felt empty. But, I loved it. I loved the whole experience.

I gathered my things, thanked John for giving me the key and headed back home. I went into the bedroom to start getting cleaned up, but as I walked past the mirror, the reflection caught my attention. My hair was wet and stringy, my eye makeup was smeared and my lipstick had been all but rubbed off. I looked beautiful. I continued to the bathroom and turned the shower on, smiling to myself, as I began replaying the afternoon's events in my mind.

It's funny how some days do not end up anything like you had expected them to.

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The Train Strain I want a piss but I‘m on a train!

In August 1998, I was travelling home from a concert in London which was about a 3 hour journey to where I was living at the time. I was wearing black nylon shorts, a red top and sandals, I had a thin jacket with me too.

I had hung around the concert a little longer than I should‘ve done and really had to hurry to get the train, I knew I needed to go to the toilet but I knew there was one at the station so I didn‘t worry - even when my bladder started sending the "getting urgent" signals. I got to the station just as the train was about to leave so there was no time to use the station‘s toilet, but again I wasn‘t worried, as more often than not there are toilets on the trains.
It was rush hour and the train was very crowded indeed and I couldn‘t get a seat, I had to stand, squashed.

About 10-15 minutes into the journey I began to feel quite desperate and needed to hold myself, this was easy to do unseen because I was squashed due to the rush hour crowd, I was also getting quite concerned, I knew I really needed to go very badly but didn‘t know which way to attempt to fight my way through the crowd, so for the next 20 minutes I stood with my legs crossed and my hand jammed between my legs feeling my bladder rapidly filling up. I was getting more and more worried, when the train stopped at the next station the majority of the people got off, but there were still no seats available though, like my bladder, it was still pretty full. On one hand I was very glad because now I could get past people to get to the toilet, but it also meant I could no longer stand cross legged holding myself without it been plainly obvious to people I was bursting for a pee.

I was close to tears as a strong wave of desperation hit me unexpectedly, causing me to instinctively return my hand between my legs and I heard myself whisper a groan, "ohhh"
I knew people were looking, but I couldn‘t help that, the man standing next to me was pretty good looking, dark hair, mid 40s he looked sympathetically at me and whispered, "It‘s ok honey, I need to go pretty badly too. I know, let‘s find the toilet together, come on."  I gratefully followed him and we followed which way the sign indicated where the toilets were. I was really, really bursting now and I knew I couldn‘t hold on much longer, I had to keep stopping because the waves of desperation were hitting me more and more frequently and much stronger than I thought was possible. It was difficult to push past people while at the same time trying to keep control of my bladder. I was very desperate and anyone who saw me must‘ve known, I couldn‘t try to hide it any longer. When we found the toilet we found a sign on it that read: ‘out of order due to vandalism‘ . . . with that I started to cry because I knew I‘d never be able to hang on until the train was due to stop again. My new companion, (who‘s name was Peter) tried the door and found it was locked, I noticed he gave his cock a squeeze and the look on his face told me I wasn‘t alone in this predicament. He whispered, "It‘s OK, we are the same, I‘m bursting too!"
"Yes," I replied, "but I can‘t hold on any longer, I‘m almost wetting myself." I was sobbing, I felt daft. Then another wave hit me causing me to almost completely bend over at the waist and I grabbed my crotch frantically with both hands, "Oohh please do something! Please! I‘m nearly doing it!! Ooohhh PLEASE do something!!" I sobbed.

I didn‘t care about the strange looks we were getting. "Lets walk further down," he suggested, "maybe we can find a seat, if you sit down it will be better for you." 
Just then the ticket inspector came by and Peter asked him, "Is there another toilet on board? It‘s a bit of an emergency for both of us." He looked at me standing cross legged with both hands firmly holding my crotch and the desperate pained expression on my face. "Errr, no I‘m sorry, there isn‘t, I‘m very sorry." he muttered, unable to take his eyes of me as I squirmed and hopped about. I‘d had enough, I pleaded with him, "Well, can you at least unlock this door then? At least then I can go on the floor behind a closed door because I‘m about to do it anyway, I‘ll do it right here, I just can‘t hold on anymore!!"
I tearfully begged just as another wave hit me and an uncontrollable spurt soaked through my hand and tell-tale drips ran down my legs, "Oh no!! Oooh no!! Oh please do something!!"
"No, I‘m sorry, we don‘t have a key on board, I‘m really sorry." he said, taking one last look at me before walking away.
"Come on sweetie, lets get that seat." Peter said, full of concern.

We walked (or rather I hobbled) into the next compartment where we found a couple of seats, but sitting down didn‘t ease my situation, in fact it was the last straw for my bursting bladder and the second I sat down I couldn‘t control it anymore and I started to uncontrollably pee! It poured out of me like a river! I couldn‘t control it, my shorts were absolutely soaked and my bottom was warm. A lot of it was soaked up by the seat, but a lot of it also dripped onto the floor and made a huge puddle at my feet.
For a few seconds I couldn‘t move, the relief was soooooo heavenly. Peter, who had been watching me, had his face screwed up in agony. He took his jacket off and lay it over his lap, I knew what he was doing as I watched the puddle I‘d made suddenly double in size, the relief on his face matched mine.
A few minutes later the ticket inspector came back and he couldn‘t but help notice the massive puddle on the floor.
"Sorry." I muttered.

"Don‘t worry, it happens from time to time," he sympathetically replied. When we got to our station Peter and I both went our separate ways, I often wonder if he ever remembers it, I know I‘ll never forget it......