Camping and Bursting

            “Aren’t you putting pyjamas on?” I asked.

            She said it was too hot for them, and didn’t seem at all self-conscious.

            She had a point though; I was sweating like a pig.

            So I followed her lead and we lay in the tent, chatting, completely starkers.

            We felt like little kids on a sleep over, so we started messing about, telling ghost stories.

            At about one am, I realized I really had to pee. I unzipped the tent but I heard a noise outside which scared me too much to go.

            An hour passed and then another. By this time, I was lying under my sleeping bag so I could hold myself.

            I. Was. Bursting.

            It must have shown on my face because Rachel asked if I was okay.

            “Yeah fine,” I said. “I just really need a wee.”

            “Oh good!” said Rachel, relieved. “I’ve been wanting to go for ages!”

            She moved her sleeping bag to reveal she too was holding herself. Laughing, I moved mine.

            I know we sound like a pair of lesbians, but it really was a hot night, and we’d been drinking quite a bit of alcohol earlier, so we weren’t as shy as we would have normally been.

            We were both too scared to go, so we decided to go to sleep.

            About half and hour later, I was awoken by Rachel shaking me.

            “Jade, I can’t wait! I’m going to wee myself!” she said desperately.

            All at once, the desperate need to pee came back. “F*uck f*uck F*UCK!” I said, clenching hard.

            We started jiggling around, jumping up and down in the small tent like we were doing some kind of war dance.

            We were moaning and groaning, absolutely bursting for a wee.

            But despite our desperation, it was still dark outside and we were terrified thanks to our ghost stories.

            At this point, we were considering just ******* in the tent, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

            At around 5am, when we were so desperate it physically hurt, we decided we had no option but to go.

            Desperately fumbling with the zip, we scrambled out of the tent – forgetting we were naked. I don’t know what we’d have done if anyone had seen us!

            The toilet block was only about 200m away, on the other side of the campsite, but our ghost stories had really scared us.

            With one hand clutching each other, and using the other to hold ourselves, we started running.

            Suddenly Rachel stopped and bent over.

            “It’s coming!” she cried and suddenly pee was gushing through her fingers.

            The noise caused a few drops to leak from me and I yelped and starting running again, determined to get to the toilet block. I knew I wasn’t going to make it though.

            I was about 50m away when it starting to come, dribbling down my legs as I ran harder. I didn’t want to get pee on the toilet floor though, so I squatted outside by the building.

            I have never had to go so bad.

            Anyway, I thought I’d share that with you, because the relief as it flowed out of me felt so good I started to feel really horny.

            I'm an avid desperation fan now!