I like to tell you about a girl who I used to know when I was young. Nearly every time I saw her, she was always needing to go to the toilet. I recall three occasions when I saw her in distress.
The first time was outside a neighbours’ house (I lived two doors away from the house and still do) and the girl, wearing a light blue jogging suit, was talking to a friend on the other side of the fence. While she was talking, she was fidgeting wildly, and sometimes put one hand on her crotch through her jogging bottoms. I got excited watching her then. I dreamed that night that she couldn’t hold out and wet herself.
The second time was when she was with a few friends. They were wearing school uniform. While the others were chatting away, she felt desperate, but couldn’t go to the toilet. She was in such agony, but some how she managed to hold on. I was looking discreetly from the window. I moved away from the window for a while to get something to eat. I came back later to she her own doing curtsy, pee dances and openly holding herself.
The third time I saw the girl really desperate was with her best friend outside the neighbours’ house. She looked really desperate to pee.
“Ohhhhh, I need to go, but not yet,” she said.
“Don’t be silly, go and use my toilet,” her friend replied. The girl must have loved to hold her pee for a long time. She grabbed her crotch through the white jeans she was wearing. She eventually used the friend’s toilet in the end.
In all the times I have seen her desperate, I never saw her wet herself in any shape or form. I wished I could have done.