The Four Desperate Cheerleaders: A desperate wetting story

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The first bus arrived, but the two girls stayed. It had been 10 minutes now. And the information board showed 12 minutes until arrival for the next bus. She did the knee bending more and more often as time passed. She often folded her hands in front of her skirt as she stood there squirming.

When I got to the top of my road, I threw a strop about how I'd ruined my shoes and threw them over a wall. The girl was well dressed. She looked like a nice and controlled girl, a girl that you wouldn't really expect to pee herself in public like this. She turned to look out the window and I kept my eyes fixed on her hips. They would wiggle rapidly for a few seconds and then she would keep perfectly still for maybe a minute before another wave hit her and she would wiggle again. One of the girls was obviously very desperate. She was moving on the spot a lot, and changing her position all the time.Oh god oh god please hurry.” The girl was beside herself. “It’s going to come out! Find something for me to pee in!” She was wearing a skirt which had mostly ridden up to her waist with all the squirming, so peeing into something would have been relatively easy.

In our sleeping bags we kissed and cuddled a little, trying to put off the inevitable time where we would have to get up into the cold air. She looked very dejected by her accident. And also by the fact that that she had peed herself so publicly. 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. 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.The two girls stayed there for a couple of minutes. The desperate girl squirmed and stepped on the spot as they talked. Same girl, different festival. Cant remember which one, but maybe Glastonbury, given the long drive time. Similar situation - my three female friends and I were caught short after the pubs closed, so found a nice dark alleyway... After some more time she started stepping from foot to foot for periods, in-between all the other squirming and fidgeting.