Posted by Kalyn on January 28, 1999 at 02:16
I have soo many stories to tell of desperation and wet. In this area of the country there is a huge country festival we call The Big Valley Jamboree. There are about a dozen or more HUGE country stars like Tanya Tucker, etc.. that play at this festical, and literally thousands of people come down for a week long party of boozing dancing etc. 60+ thousand? I have gone every year. I have seen many wet adults there, and a few while wetting. The best part is that there is an alley of porta potties. There are two rows of porta poties, facing each other and about 50 per row. A fence is placed on one end as the administrators of this event know where the men are going, and at least the fence provides them some cover. They try to discourage men from doing this by placing the one and only porta sink right by that very fence *HEAVEN*. There are always cops standing at the enterance of the porta potties who prevent men from whipping out infront of all. You can imagine where I choose to wait for my friends. People are literally lambs. There were always huge lines for the first 10 stalls leading them to think that it was the same way for the ones further down. They all waited in these long lines when I easilly walked to the end and found relief. Just a few sightings............................
WOMAN
The very first year of the event took every-one by surpries. They had planned for half or less of the crowd that showed up, and they were desperatly short on porta potties. Now imagine if you will a very rainy first night open beer tent and lots of beer guzzling with limited toilet space. Many people were soaked and with the unavailabilty of toilets the situation was getting pretty desperate. The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band blasted their tunes to the audience as we all stood back cheering and drinking our beer. It had just rained and we were soaked. I didn't pay much attention to this young couple ahead of us untill I heard her saying, "I have to go." Those were the only words I heard over the noise, and I wasn't even sure I heard them correctly.
She was a taller woman about 5"8' with long dark hair. She wore a black leather coat and light blue stretch pants that carressed her long slender legs. That's all I could see from behinde. *smirk* Her boyfriend had short cut light brown hair, and he wore a dark jean jacket and blue 501's. He had the hottest round ass I had ever had the privlage of standing so close to for such a long time. He turned to her and said somthing that we couldn't hear. I started thinking of the porta potty situation that we faced all day, and wondered why she wasn't heading there RIGHT NOW! I must have heard her wrong.
We danced and screamed to a few more songs and then I noticed a certain rythem in her dancing. Her legs were firmly pressed together as she danced casually from foot to foot. Ok, I had heard her, so why wasn't she going? I guess she is going to wait till they leave,... ah well. I forgot about her need when the next wonderful song came up and we began dancing again. Her dance became more and more agitated, and she was now dancing to her own little rythem. She placed her head in her boyfriends side as he gently placed his arm around her. She was obviously hunched over by this time and had her legs tightly crossed. She stooped even further down, burring her head lower into her boyfriend, and casually slipped a hand between her legs. From the back we could see the bunched up fingers as a result of being squeezed together. She countinued bouncing and jiggling around in her own rythmic pattern.
She quickly squatted on the ground placing both fists into her crotch and remained there for a couple of mins. My friend and I started backing up a bit when we noticed these latest actions. She slowly brought herself to a standing position and maintained some of her former dignanty. I couldn't tell if there was a dampspot as it was too dark to notice, and we were too close together. Then without warning her fists came flying through the back of her legs as she began squatting and frantically squeezing and pulling. There was limited light and I was able to catch a brief glimps as liquid cascaded accross her butt and fell in drips. Then as luck would have it people moved blocking that little bit of light that briefly highlighted her urine for one quick milisecond. She squatted on the ground for at least a min, and then shakilly rose to her feet. She grabbed the edge of her boyfriends coat and threw her head into his arm crying. He was sympathetic and placed an arm around her for support.
MALE DESPERATION & My FIRST ATTEMPT AT A URINAL
AS mentioned above the cops stood at the entrances preventing men from exposing themselves to the vast numbers. This one young man looked to be around 20 and maybe a football player. He wore light blue jeans and had a red sports coat which nicly accentuated his dark hair color. It was around 4pm as he came stumbling over to the line at the porta pottie. He looked at the line, snickered and went to the side to releive himself. The cops immediatly stepped in and ordered him to put it back in or they would arrest him.
The guy was so shocked at having been stopped, that he immediatly shoved it in as the cops requested. he was mesmurized and hadn't even realized he'd already started urinating. Everyone starred as they waited in line and watched this man obliviously wetting himself. He finally realized what he was doing and immediatly grabbed his dick and squeezed tightly with both hands in a crouched position. Pee had cascaded down his legs and drenched him to the knee.
MALE
This man stood ahead of me in line and he danced around quite wildly. He must have been a shy fellow as he didn't go near the fence. He looked to be about thirty years old and had a very distinguished look to him. Distinguished if he wasn't bent over with his hand clamped to his dick. His knees were tightly pressed together as his toes pointed inwards. His posture slowly became worse while we waited and waited. Four people had gone in and out, and he was the next one up. He began pounding his left foot *toes* into the ground, and he was shaking quite noticeably.
Finally the door opened, the ladie came out and he rushed in really quickly nearly knocking her over. He had collided with her in his rush to get inside. I patiently waited now my own legs quite crossed, but I was by no means urgent. I waited five mins for him to come out and began thinking hurry up, some of us still have to go. He slowly emerged from the bathroom as my eyes instinctivly fell to his lap. I noticed a definative wet stain that ran half way down his knees. He had his coat pulled down in the front so I couldn't see that. As he passed my eyes studied the back of his pants and found a rather large wet spot towards the bottom of his butt that must have been the result of all those squats. Phew! It was still bright daylight as he walked red faced and wet pants through the crowd. I entered the potty to find a huge rather growing puddle of piss on the floor, and the seat was drenched. These were the porta potties with urinals on the side so I was quite pissed at the whole thought. I had seen a woman peeing in a urinal once, so I thought I'd try it. I stood on my toes and spread my legs in a most awkward position getting myself over the urinal.
I placed my fingers in the proper position and began peeing. aaaaahhhhhhhggggggg, I should have practiced this skill before I tried it in public. I had to throw myself closer to the urinal in an attempt to make it into the in the right spot. My long awaited relief finally came to an end. I had only a couple small dribbles that ran down my legs, so I quickly whiped them away with the toilet paper. I inspected my pants and panties looking to see how much damage I had done. My panties were a little damp, but all in all I was ok. Phew!
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