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Nina glanced at her boyfriend Sam and giggled nervously as she squirmed around in her seat a little. She's had a full mega size soft drink and was starting to feel the effects of it in her bladder. Checking her watch she realised that she was only halfway through the movie and still had almost another hour to go, and it was a premiere she was NOT missing even a minute of because of for a bathroom break. A bit further into the movie she was having trouble concentrating and sitting still and Sam noticed and asked what was wrong. "Oh nothing. I just have to pee really badly thats all. It's so bad I'm thinking about going." "Oh god just hold it. The cinema is packed and you'll have to step on about 40 people…
Read →I was going away for a weekend up north with a girlfriend – we had been friends for years, and decided to 'catch up' as we had not seen each other too much for a while. So we booked a room together, and went. Now I should point out that though I like to look at other girls, I have never been with one before, so this weekend took me by suprise! It started out in the car – it is a 6 hour drive north, and Kathy has a 4WD – so it could make it all in one go. We had breakfast together, with the unlimited coffee that McDonalds offers to survive the boredom of the drive, and left. Needless to say, the unlimited coffee doesn't just evaporate – about 2 hours into the trip it was redally time to go. I asked Kathy to…
Read →A number of decades ago back in Hungary, I lived in a basement room in the old district of the capitol city, Budapest. In my room, I had one of those low, street–level windows that are somewhat recessed into the outside wall, are always covered with grime and are hardly noticeable from the outside. I used to sit there peering outside at the legs of passers–by. In those days city woman still wore skirts. French panties, stockings and suspenders underneath was the norm. If I plastered my face against the window pain, and strained my neck, and a passer–by was obligingly near to my window, I could see up her skirt, see her white thighs over the stocking tops and sometime I could even catch a glimpse of her…
Read →Robert, a friend of mine, related this story to me a few weeks ago over a drink, when he was already a little drunk, and I thought you might like to hear it, so I made sure to press him for the details. He had been looking for a job over summer, to get some cash ready for his second year at college, and the opportunity came in the form of the Daley family. The Daleys were from England and had been friends of Robert’s parents since they moved in about five years ago, and so Robert was very familiar with their daughter Susanne. Susanne was fourteen, almost fifteen, and was growing up to be a very attractive young woman. I was introduced to her myself at around the same time, and she was quite striking in that…
Read →Chtistmas Shopping Last week I went Christmas shopping with my best friend Cathy and another girl from our course at University. We are all in 2nd year, Cathy went to high school with me and we have know each other for a number of years. We graduated high school like most girls I know with stretchy bladders as our school washrooms were totally gross! Cathy has the strongest bladder of any girl I know. She is the only person I know who can get up in the morning and go to a full morning's classes without going pee. She just gets up brushes her teeth, showers has breakfast with at least two cups of tea ,that would right there have my legs crossed! Then she goes to class and has another drink at mid morning. She…
Read →A Night at the Movies As you will know from reading my last story "Christmas Shopping", my friend Cathy and I like to hold it. Not only do we like to hold our bladders which I am good at and Cathy is a professional at doing but, we like to get other unsuspecting girls to have to hold it too!! I believe holding is just a matter of knowing above all that your bladder can expand to accommodate the amount of piss that you need to put in it! Accidents are likewise a lack of confidence and the panic causes the loss of control more than lack of muscle tone. How many girls can hold it till they are just getting their panties down or just about there?? I know that they could manage those crucial seconds and get away…
Read →Nathalie (3) A third true story taken from tape recordings with my girlfriend Nathalie: By the time I was 20 I was working as an estate agent with my Dad, that meant that he was doing most of the paperwork to start with while I showed people around houses. On my third day at work I had been out all morning with a family of four and we had visited half a dozen houses by 1.30pm, which was well into my lunchtime. They were staying in a hotel in the town and I dropped them off there before driving back to the office on the other side of town. I remember the trip well as by then I was really looking forward to having a pee. I hadn't been since before breakfast and had been given coffee by four of the vendors as…
Read →If ever my boss asked me if I wanted to do a little overtime it usually meant working late in the workshop of the garage getting a car ready for delivery the next day. A rush job. This was fine but on one such occasion the job turned out to be much more enjoyable. 'How would you like to run up to Heathrow this evening?' he asked. From Bristol this wasn't any big deal and I had nothing else planned so I said 'Yeah, sure'. He carried on, 'It's just that Fiona's flying in from Paris and I just have to be at a meeting until late, so she would have to get a train or coach or something and you know what she's like in those situations, she's likely to have a disaster of some sort.' I knew what she was like…
Read →I wanted to write about my experience today. Firstly, I am a 23 year old lady, normal I suppose in most ways – except that I like the look of my body and I am a little kinky. I have always liked to be a showoff. I sometimes like to do things like show my panties in public or funny things like that. And ever since I was young, I have enjoyed wetting myself. I haven't done this for a while, but over the past couple of days I have seen some wetting sites on the internet, and it excited me. So today, I decided I would pee in public for the first time. I started off early, by drinking enough water at home that I nearly felt sick, and left straight for the train to the city. Once on there, I already needed to go…
Read →Wow! I had such a great time with my last public wetting, I just had to do it again sometime – but I just couldn't find the time to plan something as elaborate as my first public pee – so I was suprised when the next one happened by accident... I had a long day at work, and did some overtime until about 9PM – to survive I had drank no small amount of Coffee... Having had enough I decided to go out for a drink after work to relax. I walked down to the local nightclub, and whilst walking, decided that maybe I should have went to the loo before I left. Not being too fond of public toilets anytime, let alone at night, I decided to hold until I got there... When I did get inside, there were only two toilets –…
Read →Hey there all of you again! I wanted to tell you about what happened to me a couple of nights ago, but first I want to know – are there really any other girls out there? I don't mind hearing from you guys either, but I was just wondering... Anyway, as soon as I finished work the other day I decided to go for a quick look at some shops in town for Christmas presents – the Mall is just over 5 minutes from my work. I was was already kind of busting to go, but decided to see how long I could hold it for! Well I went into town, and did a little shopping, ever needing to go more. But I realised something – if you don't drink any more, you don't need to go anymore! I realised this after walking around for close to…
Read →And Now, This Message... (An advertisement we’d all love to see) It was nearly impossible to drive with one hand on the wheel and one foot slammed down on the gas, but Brooke had no choice. Her other limbs were occupied. Her other hand was buried between her thighs, pressing and squeezing tight the mound of her puss through the sweaty spandex of her bike shorts. Her shapely, free leg was wrapped around the working one, and her thighs ground together hard. Her pert boobs rose and fell in her baby T–shirt as she breathed heavily through her teeth, every so often emitting a tortured moan or sob through her luscious lips. She was so lucky she hadn’t yet been stopped for speeding, as she was tearing through the…
Read →It was the hottest day of the year, so naturally it was the day the air conditioner picked to conk out. Vicki and her daughter Nicki had to resort to such time honored standbys as ice cream, standing in front of the open fridge, and walking around in their underwear to keep cool. They’d also taken to drinking large amounts of very cool soft drinks, cola for Nicki, homemade lemonade for her mother. Nicki tried to keep her fluid intake measured, knowing the consequences of overdoing it, but Vicki, a New Englander who hated Summer, always drank as much lemonade as she could manage on a hot day. Nicki watched her closely as she went through her usual daily routine, clearing up and washing the breakfast dishes,…
Read →The afternoon started off on a decidedly promising note, in that as I left the school for the train station to go back to the centre of town, I saw several girls hurrying along ahead of me and moaning at another girl, who was falling behind. She was walking with a mincing gait and her knees were bumping against each other repeatedly as she moved. One of the girls looked at her watch and then exclaimed, "Come on, Santhe! We will miss the train if you don’t hurry up.". "I can’t help it! I really need to pee…", she shouted back angrily and then blushed when she realised that I had heard her. She then quickly caught up with her friends and didn’t say anything more, but still struggled to keep up the pace. I could…
Read →This story deals with desperation, being bound and gagged, forced intercourse and wetting. I finally decided to walk up to the house and welcome my new neighbor, Bill, to the neighborhood. Bill asked me if I would like a glass of iced tea and I accepted. I almost didn't come over because of what I was wearing when I first thought about being neighborly and saying "hi" to the new neighbor on the block. It was very hot and humid. I had been working around the house since I had woken up early. I decided not to pee right way and see how I would feel with a pair of thong panties and tight denim cut–off shorts. It felt very tight and uncomfortable. The feeling was also irritating because of the thong in the crack…
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