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 The Bathroom

   STEFF LIKES TO HOLD IT

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   Steff had a very unusual fetish.  She is one of many people who like to
hold their wee to the point of desperation.  It all started when she wet
herself in the school playground at age 8.  From then up to the end of her
primary school years she wet herself at least twice a term, but she also
liked to play hold it with herself.

   When she attended secondary school, she often went all day without
visiting the toilets.  When she got up in the mornings, she deliberately
avoided going to the toilet, having breakfast as normal, so when arriving
for lessons, she was bursting to go.  She often held it during lessons and
fidgeted a lot.  When she did go to the toilet during breaks, it was not to
wee, but to continue her private holding games, including crotch grabbing,
leg crossing, curtsy, and so on.  Unfortunately, she didn't make many
friends because she found playing hold it more important than talking to
fellow pupils.

   She carried her hold it exploits into adult life, which was probably why
she never had a boyfriend...  she could not find a partner she could
confide in to share her sexy passion.  It was a shame because she was very
attractive.  One incident was when Steff went to the local park.  It was a
hot day.  She was wearing a white t-shirt, a light blue knee-length skirt
and white tennis shoes.  She carried a large, two-litre bottle of mineral
water and a box of cheese sandwiches.

   She found a place in the grass to sit down.  It was difficult as much of
the park was packed with people enjoying themselves.  She started to eat
one of her sandwiches and gulped down a large amount of drinking water. 
She did so intervals until she finished the whole bottle.

   Soon, she felt a slight twinge in her bladder.  She then started to
fidget a little.  There were toilets in the park, but she rarely used
them...  she would just wet herself instead!  Steff lay in the grass and
fell asleep.

   After a couple of hours, she woke up and by now felt she really had to
go, but decided not to and instead cross her legs and read a book.  A while
later, she felt herself becoming more desperate.  She was fidgeting a lot,
but she was not prepared to budge from the area she was sitting on.

   She began shifting onto her stomach, back and sides.  She could not read
properly because she needed to take care of a call of nature first, but she
still kept putting it off.  She was rocking a lot trying to keep the water
in, but she knows she will need to go sooner or later.  Soon, she put one
of her hands inbetween her legs.

   She had a tense expression on her face, and felt by now she was on the
verge of wetting herself, but she wanted to hold it in for a lot longer. 
She was now grabbing herself discreetly through her crotch and felt her
pee-hole was about to open.

   In the end, she could not take it any more.  She just sat on the grass,
widened her legs and started to pee.  It soaked her panties and the back of
her skirt creating a small river ...  some wetness for a bone-hard ground.

   She gave a huge sigh of relief for getting rid of all that water.  The
problem remains...  how does she walk home from the park without people
noticing the wet patch on her skirt?