Nowhere to squat

[bearguy 87]

As the band finished playing, Megan turned to her friend Katy. “Wow that was amazing! Let’s go find the toilets though, I’ve been bursting for a pee since halfway through.”

 

“Good idea,” Katy replied, “I’ve gotta go pretty bad too. All those beers.” Megan was wearing very light jeans that were high waisted and so tight you could almost make out the imprint of her pussy lips through them, along with a skimp black tank top. Katy had on a light pink romper, with no bra underneath so her boobs were always at risk of being exposed. They’d been attending a local one day concert festival near their place, just held in a big empty parking lot, and now started to walk back towards the food vendors and entrance where the line of portapotties were.

 

As they got closer, Megan’s heart sank. There was a massive snaking line to the portapotties, and she could see multiple people shifting from foot to foot and grimacing uncomfortably as they waited. “Ooo, I’ve really gotta go, I hope this moves fast,” she whimpered. Standing in line, she saw a bunch of guys leaving in a steady stream to go pee on a fence about 15 feet from the line. It was still the middle of the day though, and in the middle of this converted parking lot there was no where to squat behind or hide — any girl having to go outside would be on full display for everyone to see. Megan couldn’t bare to have everyone see her naked and peeing, no matter how bad she had to go. Katy, on the other hand, was rapidly approaching a point where she wouldn’t care who saw her, she was gonna be peeing either way. She felt a small leak dribble into her panties under her romper, and crossed her legs tightly.

 

“Meg, let’s go pee over by that fence, I’ll block you and then you can block me. I don’t think I can wait for this line.” As she said that, two girls broke out of the line and ran over the short distance to the fence, one unbuckling her shorts as she ran. As soon as they got there, they both squatted down and started an explosive piss, a large puddle rapidly forming and starting to snake down the asphalt. “I don’t know, I don’t want everyone to see me like those girls,” Megan replied. “Please, I’m really desperate, I can’t hold on much longer,” Katy pleaded. She now had one hand holding herself through her romper, and she was dancing from foot to foot.

 

“Ok, let’s go over there. You have to block me though!” Megan conceded. They left the line and started towards the fence. Megan felt an instant pang of regret; the line was way too long to rejoin, she was gonna be peeing over here whether she liked it or not. Getting to the fence, they stood there for a second looking for the best place to squat. As they did, a very drunk girl came running from the line, holding her short skirt up above her hips. Megan saw a large stream flowing through the girls panties and splattering on the asphalt at her feet as the girl tried to steady herself. She squatted fast, trying to control the flow and minimize the amount of pee running down her leg, but she did so too quickly, and fell backwards onto her bum with a yelp. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stop the torrent of pee gushing out of her, and it sprayed through her panties in an arc, soaking her skirt, her bum and the ground around her. She awkwardly pulled herself back up to a crouch, all the while continuing to hiss pee into the asphalt, but Megan could see pee dripping off of her legs and bum. Megan was struck with a sudden paralyzingly fear of the same thing happening to her.

 

Besides her, Katy could wait no longer. The leaks had turned into a steady trickle running down her leg. She squatted and grabbed the leg of her romper together with the crotch of her panties, and pulled them heavily to the side just as she started gushing a full stream of pee. Hearing Katy’s stream was too much for Megan. She felt a powerful jet of pee shoot into her panties, and she started unbuckling her jeans while twisting her legs together to hold the rest in. “Katy, you said you’d block me!” she cried. “Sorry Meg, I was having an accident. Give me a minute.”

 

But Megan didn’t have a minute. She started to pull down her jeans, but then remembered the girl falling and panicked while pulling them back up. Her body had already gotten the signal though, and she felt a warm wetness suddenly pool in her crotch. She had started to pee full force in her jeans. “Oh! Oh no! Katy I’m peeing, oh my god I can’t stop!” she cried. “Just squat down Meg, you’re getting it all in your pants!” But Megan was too traumatized. She looked down at the spreading dark and glistening stain on the front of her jeans and was powerless to stop it. Dark streaks were forming down her legs as the pee ran in rivers, creating a puddle at her feet. She hadn’t had to pee so bad in a long time, and her stream just kept coming. Finally, after over a minute, it slowed to a trickle. Her light blue jeans were nearly black now, completely soaked with her pee. She could see people in line sneaking glances at her, probably wishing that wouldn’t be them next. As Katy stood up, slipping her panties back into place, the two quickly walked off towards the exit. Megan knew there was no way to hide the massive accident she’d had, so she just walked as quick as she could, feeling the wet fabric already turn cold against her crotch and bum.