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My name is Molly and my friend is Steffine. One day my neighbor asked us to babysit for their 5 year old girl and 8 year old boy. We went there right after school and Steffine didn't have time to stop at the bathrooms because the owner of the house said that we had to be there right after school. It was a long walk to their house. On our way there she said "we gotta hurry, I haven't stopped at the toilets since lunch." So we started to pick up the pace to get to their house. Halfway there she said "Stop for a second" she then hunched over and put her hands in her crotch and started to groan. I asked her if she was alright and she said she was just fine and that she could make it. She regained herself and we…
Read →Hi it's me, Molly. I am gonna tell you about another of my accidents. I was at my little sister's girl scouts' cookout. My mom wasn't able to go so I went with my little sister. We drove there and there were about 75 little girls and their mothers also. We got out and I found my friend Ashlie. I was talking to Ashlie for a while when we decided to go out to the clubs tonight. It was perfect because my little sister already asked to stay at one of her friends' house. I said it would be all right with me. Anyway we left and stopped at her house and then stopped at my house to change quickly and then we were off. Being the stupid person that I am I didn't go to the bathroom before I left. As we were driving I…
Read →For some reason, I have always been shy about telling anyone that I needed to use the bathroom. Most of the time, if there were no facilities around when my need arose, I just held it silently. This story is about one of those times, but after a few hours, I could no longer keep silent (or dry)!!! Chris and I awoke early. It was a beautiful summer Saturday and we planned to get our errands done early, and then enjoy the day together doing absolutely nothing but enjoying nature. We went to the supermarket, the dry–cleaners, the pharmacy, and the garden shop. After all of this running around, we stopped at a diner for breakfast. When we finished our meal, Chris went up to the counter to pay the bill and I…
Read →This is a prelude to "My Dilemma". This is the first desperation experience I had with Cindy. Cindy and I met as freshman in collage and quickly began dating. She was an "Army Brat" and was just settling in to a new environment. Being the daughter of an Army Col. she was used to moving allot and making friends quickly. Cindy had that girl next door kind of beauty. Not a stunning model/actress kind of look, but a pretty, wholesome face with a body that would cause any man to sin. She was only 5'2" tall but was a perfect 36C–22–34, with not the slightest sag in her beautiful, pert, full breasts. One of the great things about dating Cindy was the fact that she had varied interests and was up for just about…
Read →There are two things that make this little adventure with Cindy quite memorable. For one thing, it was the first time I ever got to see her pee for this happened before the drive in situation I described in Cindy's Dilemma. The second thing that makes it memorable for me was the way the evening started. It was Saturday evening and we decided to go out to a bar with some friends and just drink and relax a little. It had been a long week of school and work for both of us and we just wanted some time to relax, talk with friends, listen to some music and have a quiet good time. On the way to the bar in my Mercury Cindy began to tell how embarrassed she had been the night before. I had to work on Friday night and…
Read →Lucy pressed her hands together between her legs wanting to pee very badly, the fact that she was on the verge of coming was exciting and made her legs tremble. There she was, in the cinema watching a horror film with her sister Jen, and the film so frightened her that though was dying to pee, she was afraid to go on to the toilet in the dark all alone. Jen was engrossed in the film and refused to accompany her. Now, peeing herself would not have worried her as she had done it in this very cinema a number of times, often brought on from being masturbated by Ian, her boy friend. Frigging her while she was dying to pee but could no longer resist coming, she had enjoyed a delightful combination that could only…
Read →It was my no nonsense name that caused it to happen Lucy Smith. That's me– 23 years old, brown hair, 5'6" and a figure that I am proud of. Apart from occasionally being referred to as thunder thighs I have had my share of boy friends. I had finished the university, done my training, got my diploma, and a job. Not just any job, but at my old school, so I could live at home and it would be easy to pay back my loans. I had an appointment with the department head after lunch and as that was some way off, I arranged to meet an old friend of mine who was already a teacher. We met at a pub, I had not intended to have any booze at all but Sandra, ( my friend) pointed out that it might compose me before my interview. I…
Read →The school bell rang, and in the halls teenage hearts were light, souls were filled with joy and libidos were fueled by lustful thoughts. No, it wasn't the end of the day. There was one more class to go. And not every student was consumed by this passion. No, the good feelings were limited to the handful of students whose next class would be taught by the one, the only, Ms. Timberlake. Ms. Timberlake was the most popular teacher in school, probably the most popular person, more popular than the head cheerleader, prom queen and homecoming queen combined. No mere blonde debutante or yearbook princess could hold a candle to her. An American father and an Indian mother had combined to give her an exotic look,…
Read →Carly squirmed nervously in her seat, her aching bladder sending constant signals to her brain for immediate release. She hadn't been to the bathroom all day, and the coke at lunch plus all the water she drank during P.E. were ready to make their exit from her. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but some street workers outside the high school had hit a water line, and the water had to be shut off to the school. Quickly after that, the administrators locked all the bathrooms to prevent any messes and problems. There were supposed to be port–a–potties on the way, but so far not one had appeared.Mr. Rawlins was talking about Dickens in their English class, so Carly was bored enough that all she could think of…
Read →I went to school with this girl, Gina. She was 18, Hispanic and black, and she had one of the best bodies that God could ever have made. One night, she agreed to go out with me. We went to this restaurant – Michael Jordan’s in downtown Chicago. We must have gotten kind of tipsy at dinner, as we were both stumbling a bit afterwards. I started to notice that she seemed to be fidgeting as well, so I asked her if she was OK. She said yes. Ten minutes later, she whispered in my ear " Do you know where a bathroom is?" I knew that the closest one was about three blocks down in the Art Institute, and also that it was closed, but I told her that one was just down the street. So we walked, with her in front of me, and…
Read →This accident happened last summer (July 2000) and is one of only three occasions that I know of when Jennifer has had an accident in the house. It was a Saturday morning and I was being lazy while Jennifer busied herself with cleaning the house. I remember looking at her as she wiped the windows, thinking just how lucky I was to have such a stunning wife. She looked a real picture, even while doing the housework, wearing a white blouse, short black skirt, and tanned pantyhose (tights). After a while she disappeared into the kitchen and I could hear her washing some pots. Suddenly I heard a scream from her direction – from the sound of it, a real scream of pain and terror signaling that something must be very…
Read →I just wanted to tell you something that happened today on the bus... I was sitting there, waiting to get home, when I noticed a girl on the other aisle (kind of good looking) in a pair of black slacks and a red shirt – but she had her legs just a little open and a hand in between them, curled right up against herself! I watched her for a while, and she was rubbing herself– I could tell she either was dying to pee, or was playing with herself... As we got nearer to where she got off, she put her bag on her lap and curled up a little, then squeezed her eyes shut – and then put her hand between her legs for another rub! I was rather turned on now myself, and dying to know what she was doing! She then got off the…
Read →– Janis McKewanI used to sit next to this adorable redhead in the 7th grade during 5th period English class and really liked her right from the first day of school. She was funny, intelligent and very friendly. She always wore a tight pair of long pants (our school's winter uniform), which really showed off her sexy curves. I had been trying to impress her since the first day in hopes of dating her, but without luck. So I jumped at the chance to carry her books to class, when I spotted her sprinting towards the girls toilets one day with all of her books in her hand, as I walked passed the staircase towards our class. She gratefully accepted and gave me a warm smile that melted my heart instantly. There was a…
Read →Hi, my name is MoonSpirit and I'm a female. This story is about male desperation and how I found out that I get off on seeing my boyfriend desperate. I've always had a thing for watching people who needed to use the bathroom, but never really realized there were others like me out there until I found your web site while surfing one day. Last month my boyfriend and I were driving into New York from New Jersey. We were meeting friends in the city at 7PM which put us at the Holland Tunnel in the height of rush hour traffic. Now, getting through the tunnel at this time in the evening usually takes about a half hour. Considering the fact that the drive from our home to the tunnel takes an hour, we were prepared for…
Read →I had been manager of a fast food restaurant for about 9 months when this incident occurred. Jenny was 18 and had recently graduated highschool. She was working the summer in my restaurant to earn money for collage and was planning to continue to work for me as the collage she intended to attend was in our town. She had been working there for a couple of years while in highschool and had developed into one of my prize employees. She was bright, friendly, pretty and very efficient, basically the kind of employee everyone likes to have working for them. As with most evenings, Jenny was working the one and only cash register, taking orders, taking payment and making sure the customer got the right order. By 7:30…
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