I was driving my girlfriend back to her place. We had been out night clubbing and it was finally time to call it a night. Suddenly, looking over, I noticed that Cheryl was squirming uncomfortably in her seat. I asked her if anything was the matter. “Shit! It’s all the damn beer we must’ve drank. And now I’ve gotta pee. I’ve gotta pee real, real bad too!” She cried. “We’ll be at your place in a couple of minutes. It’s just one more exit.” I said, trying to reassure her. But as we approached that exit, traffic began to back up, and then came to a complete halt. There seemed to be an accident up ahead and no one was going anywhere. Cheryl began panicking, realizing we weren’t moving. “What am I going to do? I’ve gotta pee, I’m bursting!” She said, desperation in her voice.
I didn’t know what to say because for all I knew we might be here for a while. And this was a busy freeway so it wasn’t as though I could just pull over and let Cheryl find a bush. “I don’t think I can hold it in any longer. I don’t think I can! I’m going to piss in my pants!” She said, her face red with embarrassment as she pondered her predicament. This was a new car and I didn’t exactly relish having her drench my car seat with her urine. Luckily, there were a couple of towels in the back seat from a trip to the beach I had taken the prior weekend and I handed her the towels now and told her to put them on the seat. “Thanks Jenny, you’re a friend,” Cheryl said. Relieved that I was sympathetic. “This is so embarrassing!” “Don’t be embarrassed, Cheryl. We’ve shared a lot of stuff, and this’ll just be one more thing.” I patted her thigh.
It was true. Cheryl and I would tell each other all our secrets. We’d describe our sexual escapades in detail. And some of those escapades were pretty freaky. Once I even told Cheryl how I let a guy piss on me and how much I liked it. So it’s not as though peeing was something we hadn’t already talked about. “All right, I’m gonna pee now,” she said, looking at me with a shy, slightly humiliated expression. Looking down at the crotch of her jeans I could see the wet stain spreading from her crotch down her thighs. She was really getting wet down there, obviously Cheryl had a very full bladder. “I’ m so sorry Jenny,” she said, still apologizing. “Forget it. If you have to pee, you have to pee,” I said. When we finally got off the freeway and over to Cheryl’s apartment complex I gave her a raincoat so she could cover herself: She asked me to come inside with her. She probably didn’t want to say goodnight to me in this state. In the elevator little did all the others realize that my friend’s jeans were drenched with her own urine!
When we were up in her place she rushed into the bathroom. “Hey, let me take a look at you before you pull off those wet clothes,” I said. “What?! I’m embarrassed enough as it is, now you want to look at me standing in my piss soaked jeans?” she said, bemused. “Yeah, I do. I want to see what you look like,” I said in that sassy tone of voice Cheryl and I like to use with each other when we both know we’re being sexy. “Okay, here I am,” she said, now posing in her wet jeans, slowly turning around and bending over so I could see how thoroughly drenched was the seat of her jeans. Then she sat on the rim of the bathtub, flexing and spreading her legs so l could stare at the wet denim at her crotch and her thighs. I don’t know why, but there was something so sexy about seeing Cheryl like this, just having pissed in her jeans and still wearing them. Cheryl is real cute and has a killer body. She always looks terrific in tight jeans, especially wet ones, as I now saw! “You look so sexy,” I said to Cheryl, and there was a tone in my voice that both Cheryl and I recognized now as being frankly sexual. And there was an erotic luster in her eyes now as she approached me. “Say, if I had to pee so bad, you probably have to pee too, Jenny. You had as much to drink as me. And I didn’t notice you going to the bathroom to take a piss.” Cheryl was right. I did need to take a piss. “Hey, I peed in my jeans, why don’t you soak yours?” Cheryl suggested. “I want to see you get wet too.” “Okay, ‘ I said, feeling tree and bold. “I think I will.” I planted my feet wide apart and started peeing. There was a mirror on the wall, so not only could I feel myself getting all damp, I could watch the wet stain of my urine spread across the denim of my jeans. Cheryl had been sitting in the car when she wet, but I was standing. So the pee was running down my pantlegs, tinkling into a little puddle at my feet. Luckily, I had taken off my shoes when I walked into Cheryl’s place. “Wow! Check it out!” Cheryl said lustfully as she watched me dampen my jeans. It felt so nice and warm and moist down there, in between my legs, as I kept peeing. Finally I finished. Cheryl and I now stood opposite each other, staring down at our piss-drenched bottoms. Then, without saying a word, we rushed at each other, kissing and caressing, feeling each other up, running fingers across the wet denim. “Let’s take these wet jeans off, shall we ?” I said softly. “Let’s,” Cheryl purred, pulling down my zipper and reaching in to fondle my pissy-wet pussy!
I still remember the midterm exam that I gave in the summer of ’94 like it was yesterday. I was teaching an introductory algebra course that quarter. I had only ten students in the class; algebra was not a popular course during summer term, because it met five days a week for two solid hours. There were four guys in the class and six girls. Lynn was the prettiest. She was about twenty years old, and she had just finished her first year in college. This was her first time taking a summer course. She was also one of my brightest, most attentive students. She was rarely absent, always prepared for class, and usually sat in the front row. It was a hot day in late June, and Lynn came into class in a white tee shirt with some sort of environmental message on it (I think it was something to do with Earth Day) and a pair of baggy khaki shorts. She was barefoot, her sneakers tied to the straps of her backpack. She had a large soft drink with her, and I could hear the ice sloshing around as she took her seat in the front row. It was about eight minutes before the hour. Other students filed into the room slowly, chatting idly about the exam, the weather, and other things. I looked over the exam one last time, searching for any errors that my teaching assistant might have missed. Lynn took a long drag on the straw of the paper soft drink cup, and I heard the ice protest once again. It sounded like the cup was empty. She searched through her backpack, lines of frustration crossing her face, and finally produced two pencils and an eraser. I studied her long dark hair, her tanned legs and her bare feet. I often had trouble taking my eyes off this girl during class. I wished I was younger. With four minutes to go, I asked the class if there were any last minute questions. Tom, the guy who had been absent most of the quarter, wanted to know how to divide two complex numbers. A few of the other students groaned. If he hadn’t mastered that by now, it was unlikely he would pass this test. The bell rang. To an observer from another planet, we must have looked like rats in some of sort of operant conditioning experiment. I picked up the stack of exams, and my students cleared their books off their desks. I distributed the exams. Some students began working on the first page immediately while others leafed through the exam to get a general idea of what was involved. “You should have three sheets with five pages of text,” I announced. “Make sure you aren’t missing any pages.” I then informed the class that they had the whole two hour class period for the exam. The room was warm, so I went over to the thermostat and adjusted the air conditioning. Then I sat down to read the paper. Exams like this can be incredibly boring for professors. My students were seated far enough apart that I really didn’t have to worry too much about cheating. But I had to stay in the room, otherwise the temptation would be too great, especially for someone like Tom. I leafed through the paper, occasionally glancing up to see if anyone was trying to get my attention to ask a question. And of course I would take a peek at Lynn and one or two of the other girls in the class. After about twenty five minutes, I noticed that Lynn seemed to be shifting her weight and adjusting herself quite a bit. Once she dropped her pencil, and it rolled under another desk. She looked up and leaned forward, but couldn’t reach it. So she sat back a bit and retrieved it by grabbing it with her toes. She looked at me briefly and smiled. She continued to shift her weight from time to time, and it occurred to me that perhaps the soda she had drunk was beginning to catch up with her. If this was the case, I thought to myself, this may well become the most interesting exam I have ever given. Normally my students get a five minute break in the middle of the period; but today no one was permitted to leave the room until they turned in the exam. And I expected even my best students to need most or all of the period for this test. Some fifteen minutes later, Lynn got up slowly and approched my desk. She leaned toward me, and said in a whisper, “Can I go to the bathroom?” I had to struggle to keep from smiling too broadly. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You can’t leave the room during the exam,” I said gently. She looked down, disappointed. “Okay,” she said quietly. Well, I thought, this is definitely going to be better than reading the horoscopes for the rest of the exam. I got up to stretch my legs, and walked around the room a bit. I stopped for a side view of Lynn. She now had one leg crossed under the other; the bottom of her right foot was lightly covered with dirt from running around barefoot. One hand held her pencil, while the other rested on her forehead, giving her a look of intense concentration. I wondered if my hard-on was noticeable. But no one in the class was looking at me, of course; everyone was wrapped up in the test. As the time passed, Lynn’s discomfort increased significantly. With about an hour left to the period, Lynn now had her legs crossed with one on top of the other, in the more traditional female style. But after another five minutes, she shifted her position again, this time placing her left leg under her right leg. She looked up at the clock. I was back at my desk now, and she looked at me briefly. I smiled, and she smiled back. She returned to her exam, uncrossing her legs and placing one hand in her lap. A few more minutes went by, and Lynn crossed both her legs in a yoga style. I got up to walk around again. As I circled the perimeter of the room, I saw Lynn bite her lower lip. She uncrossed her legs once again, this time squeezing them together. I returned to my desk and pretended to look at the paper again. Lynn was slowly relaxing the tension in her legs, and looking down at her lap. Sure enough, a wet spot had appeared right in the middle of her light khaki shorts. She crossed her legs once more, looked around nervously, and finally turned her attention back to the exam. There were now 50 minutes remaining in the class period, and I noticed that Lynn had just started the fourth page of my five page exam. I walked to the back of the room and looked over the entire class, while reaching into my pocket to adjust my hard-on. Lynn was definitely going to need the remaining class time in order to finsh the exam. Her little leak that had probably released a lot of the pressure in her; I wondered if she would be able to hold on until the end. Fifteen minutes later I found out. Lynn drew in a sharp breath, and snapped her mouth shut quickly. Her legs were not crossed at this point; she squeezed her legs together tightly, but a large damp patch quickly spread across the front of her shorts and began to stretch toward her knees. I looked right at her now, unable to resist this visual treat. She was staring at her lap in horror. It seemed that she had once again been able to stop the flow, but the wet spot had grown substantially in size. Anyone looking directly at her could tell that she had peed in her pants. Fortunately for her, there was only one other student sitting in the front row today, and he was five seats away from her. So no one except me had a frontal view. She looked up from her crotch and stared at me. Her face was bright red. I gave her a half-smile, not knowing how else to react. Certainly she didn’t want me to say anything. I simply couldn’t let her leave the room. Besides, at this point, getting up would attract attention to her situation and let other people see her condition. Lynn looked down at her backpack, and then went back to the exam. I began to feel sorry for her. Lynn lived in an apartment off campus, probably with a couple of roommates. Did she have a change of clothes in her backpack? It seemed unlikely, unless she had athletic clothes for a workout or something. She was going to have a hard time getting home without everyone seeing that she had wet herself. I wondered what would happen if other students noticed what was going on. This seemed inevitable, since they would eventually approach my desk to turn in the exam. Because of the weather, no one had sweaters or jackets of any kind; Lynn had only her backpack and her shoes, and these weren’t going to be very effective at covering up her mess. She looked wet enough that I was pretty sure it wouldn’t dry before class was over; in fact, if she wet herself much more, I estimated, it might start dripping onto the floor. I wondered if she was wearing a pad or feminine napkin. Probably not. If she was, it had soaked through quite a while ago. There was even a possiblity that she had only a bikini bathing suit on under her shorts. Sunbathing was a popular way to pass the time between classes at this time of year, and judging from her tan, it was something she did on a fairly regular basis. With twenty minutes left to the class period, the first two students got up to turn in their exams. One walked right past Lynn, handed me the exam, and went back to his seat, passing her again. If he noticed anything, I couldn’t tell from his behavior or facial expressions. He picked up his backpack and left without crossing the front of the room. Since I already had a full view of Lynn’s accident, it seemed like her best bet for avoiding some major embarrassment was to wait until everyone else had left the room. She had apparently come to the same conclusion, because she was indeed the last one to turn in her exam. As the others handed theirs in and left, I saw some of them looking back at Lynn as they opened the door to the room. But no one actually said anything because others were still taking the test. When the last two girls left the room, I heard excited voices out in the hall, which slowly receded into the distance. Finally, Lynn was the only one left in the room. She looked up at me, her face turning a bright shade of pink again. She stood up slowly, and I noticed a dark stain on the fabric of the chair underneath her. She handed me her exam slowly, looking down at her shorts. “Well,” she said nervously, “I guess next time I’ll know to go to the bathroom before the test.” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I really didn’t want to embarrass her any further. If she had simply handed me the exam and left, I never would have said a word about the matter to her or anyone else. Well… OK, maybe I would tell a few friends about it, but I wouldn’t mention her name. I counted myself lucky just to have seen it. But her comment caught me off guard. It sounded like she wanted me to acknowledge what had happened. She seemed to want to get it out in the open. Did she want me to apologize for not letting her leave the room? She looked at me. “You couldn’t quite hold it, huh?” I finally said. “I shouldn’t have had all that soda right before the exam,” she said. “We usually get a break during class.” “I’m sorry I couldn’t let you go,” I stammered. “But we can’t have people going in and out during a test. It would create a lot of problems with cheating.” “I know. Don’t worry about it.” She seemed more comfortable with the whole episode now. Her shorts had begun to dry, but it was still obvious that she had wet herself. She collected her things and picked up her backpack. A final thought struck me. “Can I give you a ride home or something?” “Would you?” She asked. Her face lit up. “This is pretty embarrassing.” She managed a nervous laugh. I agreed, and we headed toward the door. We headed down the hallway. “Uhm… I still have to go,” she said quietly. I waited patiently while she disappeared into the ladies’ room. On the way to my car, she stopped and bought a newspaper, which she carried in front of her to cover the wetness on her shorts. But she still couldn’t do much to hide the backside. Then she sat on the paper in my car, trying not to get the seat wet. As I drove her home, she wondered aloud what she would tell her roommates. But by the time we arrived, her shorts were almost dry from the sun and the heat. If you knew what you were looking at, it was still obvious; but her roommate probably wouldn’t notice it if she disappeared straight into her room. She thanked me for driving her home, and then looked over her shoulder and smiled as she went up the steps to her apartment. Needless to say, she got an A on test.
This is for all the female desperation fans out there. I came across this desperation story and thought as this blog is called female desperation blog it was fitting to post it.
I was out shopping about a year ago in an area where there were many small stores extending a couple of miles along a city street. As I entered a clothing store, which had men’s and women’s clothing, I noticed a group of four girls that were all quite nice looking. They were all in their mid twenties. One girl, a blue eyed, blonde who was probably the hottest of the four, was wearing tight, faded blue jeans and a short, white tee-shirt that showed off her totally flat stomach. She wore white tennis shoes. She had nice tits. They were not too large or too small and were very firm and pert. Her blue jeans were tight and you could see the outlines of her string bikini panties through the well worn material. After checking her out for a little while, I began to notice that she couldn’t really stand still for more than a couple of seconds and she kept crossing her legs real tight, especially at the top. I was thinking “this can’t be…it’s too good to be true. Could this totally hot girl have to pee really badly?” I thought I’d try to move a little closer to her and get a better view as well as possibly hear anything she might say about needing to pee. Just then she said to one of her friends, another pretty blonde who was wearing a flowered, thin, summer dress that extended down to about eight inches above her knees, “Oh Lisa, OHH…I have to pee so bad! I knew this would happen after we stopped at the coffee shop and I drank those three cups of coffee. Oh, I never learn, this happens to me every time!” Her friend responded, “Yeah I know what you mean, Judy. I have to pee too! Coffee will get you every time.” Just then Judy squeezed her legs tightly together and bent her knees out in front of her and her incredible pass out in the back of her. Then she almost squealed “Oh God I have to pee! I’m going to see if they have a bathroom in here before I have an accident!” “I’ll go with you Judy”, said Lisa “Watching you squirm like that is making me have to pee worse myself! Ohhh!” Then Lisa tightly crossed her legs and bent forward at the waist. I was standing behind Lisa at this time and when she bent forward, I could see the outlines of her string bikini panties for a brief moment as her tight ass stretched against the very thin material.
The two girls proceeded to the front of the store, where the store’s only employee was ringing a sale at the cash register for another customer. Lisa and Judy seemed a little embarrassed about their situation as they appeared to not want to interrupt the clerk to ask if there was a bathroom and draw attention to them. I slowly followed them up front so I could continue to listen to their conversation. “Oh Lisa, I’m going to pee in my pants in about two seconds”. As Judy said this she began to prance around from one foot to the other, only occasionally stopping to tightly cross her legs or bend at the waist and do her little knees out in the front, ass out in the back move. Lisa stood with her legs clamped tightly together and said “Hold on Judy, You’ll make it. I just hope that I do”! Then Lisa said “This always happens to me too. I have the weakest bladder in the world. I used to fill a huge mug with coffee and drink it on my way to work in the morning. There were many a day that I would be standing waiting for the elevator squirming around and prancing just like your doing now. Then you get into the elevator and you feel like your going to pee in your pants before you’ll ever reach your floor. And of course the elevator stops on every floor. One time I got caught in traffic on my way to work. I had to pee so bad! I seemed to be better when the car was moving, but every time I stopped I had to either twist my legs or rub my crotch to avoid wetting my pants. By the time I got to work, I was totally desperate. I had to walk real fast with tiny little steps all the way to the bathroom. Anyone who saw me knew that I was about to pee in my pants. I barley made it in time to the bathroom and my panties were a little wet. I had to dry them off with toilet paper! After that, I stopped drinking coffee on the way to work”. “Please Lisa”, said Judy, “OH OHH stop talking like that. Your making it worse”. Judy was biting her lower lip now and looked as if she was about to cry. Just then the clerk finished with her customer and said “Can I help you two girls”? “Oh yes please” said Judy, “Do you have a bathroom that I could use”? “No I’m sorry”, said the clerk, “We don’t have any bathrooms for customers to use”. “Oh Please” said Judy “I have to pee so bad that it’s not even funny”. “I’m sorry”, said the clerk “But it’s an insurance thing. I could lose my job. There is a restaurant about a block away that has bathrooms”. “Oh I can’t wait to go to another place! Please! It’s really an emergency! I’m about to wet my pants”!! Then Judy did her knees-ass move again, only this time she was rubbing her crotch and bent down almost all the way to the floor. “I have to go really bad myself”, said Lisa to the clerk. Please let us go. She’s going to wet her pants any second and I’m not to far behind. We’ll be real fast, I promises. You don’t want to see us pee in our pants right hear in the store do you”? “No I don’t”, said the clerk, “But I really can’t risk my job over it. You girls are going to have to go to the restaurant down the street and by the looks of your friend, you had better hurry”! Judy was almost running in place, squeezing her legs together in between each prance to the other foot. “We better go to the restaurant, Judy”, said Lisa, “Let’s tell the other girls where we’re going”. “O.K. OHH anything to start walking again, I’m gonna pee in my panties if I have to stay still for another second!” said Judy.
The two girls began to walk, rather quickly using small steps, to the rear of the store where the other girls were. “Hey guys”, said Lisa, “Judy and I are going to the restaurant down the street”. Carrie, a brunette wearing a pair of tight jeans and a blue tee-shirt, said “Well hey, wait for us. I just want to try on one more thing”. Judy said, sounding very desperate and almost crying, “Guys, I have to pee sooo bad! I don’t even think I can wait long enough to get to the restaurant”! “I have to pee too”, said Carrie. “Yeah, me too said the fourth girl”. “Look guys”, said Lisa, “We’re both about to pee in our pants. Either come with us now or we’ll meet you over there.” Just then Judy twisted her hips to the right with her left leg tightly crossing over her right leg as she did it and said “OHHH, Come on Lisa, it’s starting to come out in my panties”!! I almost died when she said that. Then Judy began to run with tiny little steps towards the front of the store. Lisa followed quickly after her and they both made their wayto the restaurant.
I was able to follow them as they were both so overwhelmed with their desperate need to pee that they didn’t even notice me at all. Judy bursted into the restaurant with Lisa close behind. I followed them in. Judy looked around for some sign of a bathroom and after a few seconds the hostess approached her. “Where’s the ladies room”, said Judy. “The restrooms are only for customers”, said the hostess. “Please, I’m about to have an accident!” said Judy. “I’m sorry, but I have to seat you at a table so I can be sure our going to eat here or you can’t use our restrooms”. Said the hostess. “Please, we’ll eat here. I promises. Just let me use the bathroom. I’m already wetting my panties!” As she said this, she crossed her legs tightly and bent forward at the waist rubbing her crotch as she did so. “O.K.”, said the hostess, it’s right back there”. The two girls scurried to where the hostess pointed them. As the girls turned the corner, they realized to their horror, that there was a bus boy standing in the ladies bathroom with a mop and a bucket. Judy said, “Oh my God NOOOO. I can’t wait another second! I’m going to have an accident. I’m going to wet my pants”!! She grabbed her crotch again and began running on the spot moaning, but it was too late! All of a sudden she gasped and began to wet her pants! First her ass got all wet and then her pee began to flood down the inseams of her tight blue jeans and down into her shoes. She continued to fight it by twisting her legs and rubbing her crotch for all she was worth, but it was just no use. Her tight, faded blue jeans were soaked in the back from about two thirds of the way up her ass all the way down her legs to the floor. A rather large puddle began to form under her and she was crying. Judy said “Oh my God, I’m wetting my pants! I can’t stop it! Oh God, I’m peeing in my pants!!” She turned around so that she was facing me and now I could see the front of her pants. They were soaked from just above her crotch all the way down her legs! Lisa stood there with her mouth open as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her totally hot friend Judy had just wet her tight, faded blue jeans in front of about 100 people in a crowded restaurant. Just then she seemed to realize that this same fate my soon be in store for her also. She began to prance from foot to foot and rubbing her crotch as Judy had just been doing. She screamed at the bus boy “Please get out of there! I’m about to wet my panties and skirt too”. The bus boy was totally shocked by what he had just witnessed and just stood there in the doorway of the Ladies room. I’m not sure if he could even speak English. Lisa now bent down almost all the way to the floor and looked at Judy and said “Oh God Judy, I’m gonna wet my panties and skirt just like you did. If this skirt gets soaked it will be totally see through and everyone will be able to see me in my wet panties”. The bus boy began to understand the situation and cleared the way for poor Lisa. “Oh Judy, I don’t think I can stand up without having an accident. Oh, I’m going to pee in my pants too! I have to pee sooo bad! Then Lisa stood up and began to hobble into the Ladies room. She had to stop after a few steps and cross her legs again bending forward and rubbing her crotch. “Oh Judy, it’s coming out in my panties”! She began to lift her dress and started to run into the Ladies room. Judy followed her in. About five minutes later, Lisa emerged from the Ladies room alone. Just then her other two friends entered the restaurant and walked up to her. “Where’s Judy”? asked Carrie. “She’s in the bathroom still. She peed in her pants. She’s totally soaked and refuses to walk out here. I’m going to buy her a new pair of jeans and panties and bring them back here to her so she can change. I need a new pair of panties myself”, said Lisa in a rather embarrassed tone. “We’ll we had better go pee ourselves or we’ll end up like you guys too”, said Carrie. Then Carrie and the fourth girl walked into the Ladies room. A few seconds after they entered I could here them laughing and the fourth girl said “Oh Judy, I can’t believe you wet your pants like this”. Judy replied still crying, “I told you I had to pee real bad. When we got here, the stupid bus boy was in here and I peed in my pants right outside the bathroom door”. “Judy, you were peeing in you panties before you even left the clothing store,” said Carrie. “I know”, said Judy, “I had to pee soooo bad!”
Shortly Lisa entered the store with a bag in her hands and entered the bathroom. A few minutes later, the four girls exited the ladies room, Judy dressed in new, dry jeans and Lisa in new, dry panties (I would assume) and Lisa said to Judy, “Hey Judy, want to go get a cup of coffee”? “Very funny”, said Judy.