Are there toilets round here?” She asked quietly as we were walking past some pop up food vans. There were not. She had a very troubled look in her face. From her words, and her troubled voice it seemed like she had just realized that she wasn't going to make it.

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. I could clearly see that she needed to pee quite bad. She often looked at the board giving estimated arrival time of the bus.Her friend suggested that they could go to the park nearby and find a spot. The desperate girl agreed, and they went away.

One friend had a long coat on, and didn't trust herself not to "spoil" it, so she took it off, and left it at the entrance of the alley. Sensible girl. I rummaged around in our bags but neither of us had anything. The water bottles we had were either finished and put in the bin when we stopped or in the bottom of the bus with our big bags. I told her we had nothing. She just nodded, put one hand inside her panties and started furiously massaging her pussy. I almost came right there. Finally we saw our tent. She started running again, both hands inside her jeans, which were falling down a little because of all the movement. I don’t know exactly what she was hoping for at our tent, but she didn’t make it.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.

She started stepping from foot to foot for a while regularly. And every now and then she was "walkig on the spot" by lifting her feet up repeatedly. Anyway, we caught one to away a mile away from home and then walked the rest of the way. As you can imagine, I was desperate to go by the time I got off the bus and ran down an alley for a wee. Slowly we made out way forward and slowly she got closer to the outside of the bus. It must have been torture. “I can’t hold it,” she whispered to me, “I’m leaking!” 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. One of them, a girl with brown hair was standing with her legs crossed. She was changing her position often, and crossing and uncrossing her legs regularly.Sometimes she got some spasm-like shivers over her upper body, accompanied by knee bending and rubbing her legs against each other. She was twisting her body around a lot, and squirming on the spot. She was often squeezing her legs together and adjusted her position often. Robyn was beside herself. Seeing (and feeling) her friend peeing so much and so close to her had sent her bladder into overdrive. From my phone call shortly afterwards: She kept on peeing, it looked like it came out in long waves. And soon it started running down on the asphalt, forming a wet stain around her feet. It's long. I don't think i can hold it that long. I'm going to pee in the bus, i just know it."She sounded serious, and very very worried.