Desperate Jane

This story contains Female Desperation and Female Wetting.
I had started working at a wood–based summer camp as a counselor when I was just 14. I had learned to appreciate nature, both its beauty and it’s slight discomfort. The campgrounds were the typical mid–forested summer day camp; park benches and wooden tables, a shed for tools and a field area for play. High trees offered shade from the golden summer sun and soft soil padded our hiking trails. However, the lack of adequate facilities was tremendous.
Filthy water covered the muddy concrete floors of the bathrooms where rusty stalls refused to shut and foul toilets refused to flush. The ancient sinks bore no water, what can I say, the toilets were horrid! There was many a time, even in my years of camp experience where I’d rush home from the bus and dash straight for the toilet, but not before sacrificing several desperate leaks. Ah yes, the forces of nature.
Here I was, returning after five consecutive years to this summer camp. The grounds were stationed at an hour and a half’s bus–ride outside the city. It was the first day of camp and I leapt off of the bus in eager anticipation to meet my new fellow counselors. Boy was I surprised when I saw a face I hadn’t seen in years! It was Jane, a girl who I had gone to school with in elementary school. I barely recognized her. Jane’s otherwise dark hair had been bleached and cropped to a short but stylish, very Avant–hairstyle. She recognized me immediately and went up to reintroduce herself. Being a newly found bisexual I was eager to check her out, already liking what I see.
“Hey, I’m Jane, do you remember me from third grade?” She asked, removing her sunglasses. I nodded, briefly staring at her round breasts.
“Hey, yeah, it’s been a while. You’ve changed so much!” I commented, watching her tiny shorts ride up as she perched herself on a table. I definitely liked what I saw. Jane smiled at me and I smiled back, hypnotized by everything about her. I felt weak to my knees so I drew up a bench and sat down across from her. We chatted for a while as I stared at every part of her alluring body. Her shirt accented her large breasts and gave me a peek at the area below her belly button but above the waistband of her short shorts. Eventually the head counselor showed up and wanted to talk to everyone before the day officially begun. I sat next to Jane, feeling aroused just by her presence. Unfortunately, Jane and I were scheduled to take care of different groups so I didn’t get to see her at all after the meeting except for lunch where she was running all over, taking kids to the bathroom and getting lunches and stuff. All day I couldn’t stop but fantasize about Jane. I waited longingly for the end of the day for group lineup and bus checks. Just my luck –– Jane and I were on the same bus!
“Hey, I didn’t see you on this bus this morning.” Jane commented, as we tramped off to the busses.
“Yeah, were you sitting in the back?”
“Uh huh. I’m one of the first people on.” She said, sort of distracted by something. She was walking sort of oddly, and I think I knew the problem. I nodded, relating that I’m also one of the last, but I hadn’t seen her. Being counselors, we got the privilege to get on first. Jane chose an isolated seat at the very back of the bus. She sat down near the window and I crammed in next to her. Jane rested her backpack on her lap, while I put mine on the floor in front of me. She uneasily asked me how long the ride would be. I estimated it was going to be an hour and a half to an extra 15 minutes for her, depending on how experienced this bus driver was.
“Well maybe I should…” Began Jane, just as the bus driver started up the bus. The loud hum of the engine filled my senses.
“What?”
“Ohh nothing…” Jane trailed off, turning slightly pink. Just as the bus pulled out of the bus park and onto the highway, Jane turned to me and abruptly said, “I really think I should have gone to the bathroom.” My ears perked up. I looked at her and I saw she really needed to go. Her legs were awkwardly positioned against one another, and I noticed her lightly rubbing them together. I looked into her deep brown eyes. God, how I knew that look.
“I really need to pee.” Jane pleaded. I looked around, and saw nobody really noticed Jane’s predicament. I didn’t know what to tell her. No campers were going to be dropped off for the next forty–five minutes so going into someone’s house to use their bathroom wasn’t going to work.
“Can you hold it for the next 45?” I asked her. Jane nodded nervously.
“I sure hope so.” She said, wiping the sweat off her forehead. As the bus went over the bridge and back into the city, Jane frequently commented on how bad she needed a pee.
“I feel so awkward sharing this with you, but god, I’ve never had to go so badly in all my life!” Jane sighed. She kept making comments describing her need, and I reassured her, telling her she’d make it, that it was okay.
Meanwhile, her running commentary was making me hot. I couldn’t wait till I got home so that I could fantasize about this moment. On the other hand, I didn’t want it to end. As we made our way over the bridge, I noticed Jane had her hand cleverly concealed under her book–bag, jammed with urgency into her crotch. She was staring out the window with a look or both urgency and pain on her face. I wondered what was going through her frantic mind at this moment. I was actually tempted to tickle her a bit –– that would have been fun, if she would have let me. Eventually we made it into town. I let Jane know that she could get off with one of the kids and have a pee at their house, and then get back on the bus.
“Oh god I can’t even stand or else I’ll wet myself! I can’t risk that!”
“You’ll have to get off the bus eventually.” I explained.
“Yeah but by that time I’ll be the only one left.” She answered. I thought she was being a little unreasonable. Jane wriggled and squirmed, held her crotch and rubbed her thighs together for twenty minutes. Several kids had been safely dropped off at their homes. Each time a kid got dropped off I looked at Jane. She looked back at me, in agony, and shrugged.
“You know, maybe that wouldn’t be a bad idea…;” Jane finally said, frantically standing up. “Oh GOD, I have to pee NOW!” she stated impatiently. By now enough children had gotten off the bus to make us alone in the back for a few rows. Jane bent over slightly, trying to push past me and get into the aisles. Her hand was wedged tightly between her shapely thighs. She was lightly bouncing up and down, bending and straightening her knees as if to stimulate her bladder. Suddenly, she stiffly sat back down.
“I can’t!” she whined impatiently, and I noticed tears forming in her eyes. Boy, was I confused now! “Shit, shit, shit I can’t!” she cried a little louder now, bouncing frantically up and down now in the seat, eyes closed tightly. She wiggled for all she was worth, and her hand pressed harder into her crotch. I looked down between her legs at her jean shorts and noticed a little pee had leaked out behind her shielding hand. Jane now doubled over, both hands in between her legs, coaching herself to hold it.
“Jocelyn, what am I going to do?” She looked at me, tears starting down her face as I noticed a little more urine darken her crotch. I had an idea.
“Sit back and put your knees up on the seat.” I instructed. Jane did as I said, placing her knees up on the seat in front of us. Her hands were now furiously rubbing at her tortured crotch, as the pee spot became more prominent.
“Do you mind if I…?” I asked, reaching for the zipper on her shorts.
“No, not at all––just let me PEE!” she said, writhing in agony as I nervously undid her shorts, I fought them down her thighs, which were raised. I thought I’d pass out when I saw her soaked blue panties come off and reveal her frantic pussy, which she, at first, hid from me in an effort to contain her urine. Her shorts and panties were now hoisted around her knees, away from her desperate urethra.
“Okay, pee.” I told her. She looked at me, ironically, as if needing a second motivation. I pulled her hands away just as a strong jet of her pent–up pee shot out and splattered the seat in front of us. Jane moaned as I watched the pee gush out of her. God, she REALLY must have had to go! I felt the reverb hitting my arm, as small flecks of her boiling hot urine hit me with bullet–force as she peed for an eternity. She rubbed her swollen bladder with one hand, while grabbing my arm with the other. My eyes were fixated on Jane’s peeing. Never had I seen anyone had to go so bad before or pee so much. It was forever until she finally stopped, watching her gusher return to a stream and finally a shy trickle. There was a huge puddle on the floor underneath us and the seat plastic was splattered with her urine that she must have been holding onto forever. Jane cautiously pulled her wet panties and damp shorts back up, fastening them. I got another good look at her soaking panties, were they ever wet! The patch of urine on her jean shorts was also pretty impressive. I was red hot now! She looked at me with the same eyes that showed her incredible desperation. Now they showed incredible relief.
“That was amazing.” She breathed. “You had no idea how badly I had to pee.”
I was astonished. “Judging by the force and amount, I think I do.” I kidded. She chuckled. I invited her over and she agreed. When we got to my house a good 30 minutes later, Jane and I were still talking about our event.
“I felt like I was about to explode, I mean, I felt the fibres of my bladder tearing apart. When I started peeing I really panicked.” Jane admitted, walking toward my house.
“You looked so helpless, I really didn’t know what to do.” I admitted, recalling the moment when I saw the first jet of pee hit the back of the seat. What force… that could have knocked a man over.
“Neither did I. There was no way I could have lasted till I got home.” Jane equalized. I let her into my home, and we talked for a good while. “I think I’ll use your bathroom before I get going.” She said, stepping into my private bathroom. I inched my way toward the door as she was in there and treated myself to another long gusher. I walked Jane toward the train and to my surprise and anticipation she gave me a quick kiss before departing. We both blushed a deep red, and then, she was gone. It was all happening so quickly; yet, I didn’t want to slow it down. I went home and furiously masturbated until I fell asleep.
Well whadya know, the next day, same bus, same time, same place.
“You won’t believe this but I really have to pee!” Jane admitted, blushing deeply.
“Again?” I asked. Surely, I did believe it. The poor girl was bouncing around like mad for the past half–hour! Jane nodded.
“I can never bring myself to use those toilets, Jocelyn.” She said to me. I was almost reluctant to ask her to repeat yesterday’s performance. But when I saw her bent over with her hands in between her tightly crossed legs, I knew it would be the case. She was practically peeing before I got her shorts down.
“Hurry, I can’t hold it in!” She begged as I pulled her shorts away from her tortured pussy. I was almost too late. The second I got them out of the way, she totally blasted my hand and peed like a fire hose. There was minimal damage done to her garments, but my hand was soaked. She peed on and on, emptying herself as if she wouldn’t ever pee again. I watched her chest heave in and out as she breathed deeply. The end result was the same; huge puddle on the floor, splatter marks against the seat. I, again, invited her over to my place and she agreed. She took another thunderous pee before she left, and gave me a longer kiss when she left for the train. I was in heaven. I got this gorgeous girl to pee for me––twice––AND she had feelings for me, as I had tremendous feelings for her. It was a dream come true.
Day after day, Jane would get on the bus, desperate as anything for a pee and relieve herself half way through for me. The show was always the same but more exciting each time. Watching her desperate always built incredible anticipation in my sex organs and watching her struggle to keep it in until the moment of release was always fun. Sometimes I’d tease her, pretending her zipper were stuck or “accidentally” pushing against her tensely swollen bladder as I undid her. These would usually result in a little bit of wetness on her underwear but I really didn’t mind––it was all in good natured, sub–erotic fun. I knew she enjoyed it to by the response her breasts would give when I once pressed my hand against her bulging bladder, increasing the pressure by at LEAST 35%. The pair of seats next to us was empty, but in front of us there were still children waiting to be let off. Jokingly, I wrapped my hands around Jane’s waist and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She responded with an even more intimate kiss, as I gently put my hand on her well–distended bladder and pressed on it softly, but with increasing pressure. Jane gasped and pulled away; almost immediately grabbing her crotch with both hands as I noticed her shorts darken between her legs. She was a little stunned, but her nipples were clearly rock hard and erect through the sheer fabric of her tank top. Usually after her big pees I notice her body language to be quite aroused, and of course, her breasts perk up and I feel her nipples as they brush against my bare arm. I wanted to REALLY make contact with Jane but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t have her over at my house each day, but I wanted an excuse to get her there, desperate and horny and to stay there for a good while. My luck changed when one day the bus driver complained of the bus smelling of urine.
“Each day I clean it out but it’s back again. I think one of the kids is pissin’ in the back.” He told us bus counselors. “If you catch one kid goin’ back there, bring him to me. I’ll take care of ‘em.”
Jane and I looked at each other. I tried to convince her to use the facilities provided to avoid and accident but she wouldn’t listen. When we met up again for afternoon dismissal, she had no idea how she would hold it. Jane was already having trouble keeping still while counting her group. How would she ever manage till she got to my house?
We boarded the bus nervously, and took the same seat to avoid suspicion. “I’m gonna need some real help holding it in today Jocelyn.” She said, slightly rocking back and forth. “I already feel like I’m about to explode.”
I sighed, not knowing what to do. By the time we approached the bridge it looked as if Jane was about to lose it. She was not holding herself yet, but she was fidgeting wildly in the seat.
“Gotta pee… gotta pee… gotta PEE!!” She was chanting to herself, bouncing up and down to the beat of her prayer. When we got into the city and dropping off the first few kids, Jane had her hands thrust deeply in between her tightly crammed thighs. She was jigging up and down frantically now, occasionally looking over at me.
“I’m about to explode… I don’t know how I’m gonna hold out for another half–hour.” Jane confessed. The bus started to empty, and I looked at Jane, just about at the time I would usually look at her and undo her shorts. I noticed a small pee spot on her shorts around her crotch. Jane noticed my looking.
“I can barely hold it in… it just gets so bad sometimes and I can’t stop peeing…” Jane explained, as the pee spot got bigger. I suggested masturbating (as a joke) but Jane took me seriously. Before I knew it I was helping her. She told me to go slowly or else she’d climax and totally flood herself.
“Be gentle…” she whispered to me as I soberly stroked her clit directly. It helped Jane control herself till we got to my house, despite a few minor leaks that “could not be controlled.” As we made our way to the front of the bus, Jane was walking oddly; thighs gripped together in an effort to remain in control of her bursting bladder filled with urine that would have been released a while ago. We nearly ran to my house, traipsing as fast as possible, for Jane’s sake. However, my efforts were not through enough. As I was unlocking the door, I heard Jane moan slightly, as she stood bent over and rigid, hands clasped powerfully between her legs as a solid stream gushed down her legs. Eventually she peed so much that it started running down the steps, creating another puddle at the landing. Jane peed for ages, and the look of shock on her face transformed into one of pleasure. I looked down at her interlocked knees, socks, and the crotch of her shorts all being drenched in Jane’s tremendous pee. Eventually, (quite a while later) she tapered off to a slight trickle. Jane stood up to assess the damage. I realized that she really DID have to pee. Her shorts were soaking wet and dripping at the hem. Even her ass was wet, she peed so much.
“How am I going to go home like this?” She asked, looking at the cement staircase flooded with pee. I offered to throw her clothes in the washing machine while she was in. Without a second calling, Jane was inside my room, ready to have her clothes washed. I threw them in the machine and returned to my room to find her in my bed, covered with my blanket. Her shirt and bra were on my floor. Jane giggled and I could tell she wanted me in there with her. Who was I to say no? Knowing she was naked made feel like my ovaries were about to burst. I lifted the cover and climbed in with her.
“So, tell me,” I said, caressing her soft pubic hair.
“Uh huh?” Jane urged.
“Tell me how it felt to have to pee so bad.” I finished with a smile. “You know, I’ve never met anyone with such capacity, yet with such weak bladder muscles before.”
Jane smiled, giving me a wink as she slid her hand down to the waist of my jeans. Jane comfortably undid the copper button.
“Well,” Jane started, unzipping my pants half way.
Now that’s for another story.
Chloe