The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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I love basically holding at more , but i it is absolutely hot too, to watch a girl pee, especially if she was holding it for so long and if she is needing it so really, really bad. My friend is known to have a smaller bladder. She often requests stops on other trips much to the annoyance of whom ever is driving. Catching on that this is annoying she has since stopped requesting stops and just holds it until the next stop (normally gas or food so every couple of hours). Which normally results in her rushing to the restroom whenever we stop. Often she started stepping from foot to foot for a while. And in-between she bent both her knees multiple times and "bounched" a little bit up and down.

She continued her squirming, pee-pee dancing and stepping on the spot all the time. Her pee-pee dancing had become more tense lately.Here’s another one - different girl this time. Glastonbury festival again though. I wasn’t actually there for this one but she called me several times while it was happening and then I got her to relive it in detail afterwards. I’ll call her Robyn. I have the impression that many of the girls i have seen here that are obviously desperate are coming from the cinema... I feel like I’m about to explode,” she whispered, looking genuinely worried. “What if I can’t hold it that long?!” She was pushing herself down onto her heel now by grabbing the edges of the seat and pulling, increasing the pressure on her crotch.

Now she started lifting up her legs repeatedly, like walking on the spot for periods. She was biting her lip often, and she looked more concerned. Eventually, after much desperate squirming, she found some shorts. As she bent down to put them on i saw a wet patch on her panties. She had leaked at least once. She grabbed her crotch again as she tried to pull her shorts up with one hand, stepping frantically from foot to foot. With her shorts barely on, she struggled with the tent zip, one hand still buried in her crotch. Just moments later it happened again. This time her moves was slightly more frantic. She stiffened for a moment as she grabbed her skirt.She got out the sleeping bag, dressed in just an old tshirt and panties, and started looking for some shorts or trousers to put on. The search was hard, it was a complete mess in the tent, and every few seconds she had to stop, curtsey and grab her crotch. It was a pretty big tent that you could stand up in.