Working at the Grocery store

[lhansen]

Years ago, I worked for a couple of years managing receiving at a huge grocery store near a large military base. The dependents at the base crowded the store at payday. They were young, from all walks of life in the states and were mostly women with a few kids. Since the men were often overseas there were a lot of young sexy women trying to find attention. They often dressed like it to. My desk was at the end of the main isle where they all made a turn to the rest of the store. You never knew when some really hot young lady would make that turn exposing a really nice pair of legs and a fine ass. I really loved pantie lines at the time because I constantly wondered what might have soaked into them. Every now and then I'd get to see more.

I wrote this one up years ago because I thought it was really sexy.

"Wet Panties Spotted Her Skirt"

How many have seen a wet circle on the back of a ladies skirt? Several of you have referred to this because you knew someone that had wet her panties and then neglected to pull her skirt out from under herself when she sat down.

Some years ago I worked in receiving at a really large grocery store. My desk was just inside a hallway near the end of the first grocery isle. All the customers had to walk down the isle after entering the store and make a turn away from where I sat. Literally thousands of women shopped the store especially on the first of the month. I usually spent a large part of these days checking out these ladies butts as they turned away from my desk. Most were younger women from the Army base and it all made for an exciting little hobby.

One morning about 11 am I really got a shock. A lady in a faded, yellow tight fitting skirt and white blouse walked past me with two small children in tow. She looked kind of sexy because of the way she walked pushing her grocery cart. She wore heels that made her legs look especially long. A sweater was draped over her shoulders. Her curly hair and glasses just added to her sexy mannerism especially when I noticed a plate size stain that was centered over the base of her butt. There was no doubt as to its source and the sight of her wetness just took my breath away.

When my composure was restored I grabbed my clipboard and followed her down the next isle in the pretense of checking the stock. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her wet ass and almost could not catch my breath. I had to return to my desk to hide my huge hard on.

I didn’t give up though and returned several times to catch up to her for another peek. I was able to get rather close in order to check her out. She was spending nearly an hour in the store filling her cart. The lines were really long at the check out so I spent a bunch of time watching her as she stood in line. There was no doubt that she had wet her pants, but I just wasn’t sure of how it happened. Her skirt was tight enough that you could see that she was wearing full cut briefs. The pantie lines were quite obvious and could even have been control briefs. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned and was very casual as she shopped or stood in line. Sometimes she would stand with her legs together and then a moment later stand with them somewhat spread apart. If I had to guess I would say that her wetting was no big deal to her.

Now this lady had purchased a lot of groceries and box boys were assigned to wheel her cart out to the loading area. I watched as she put her purse over her shoulder and taking each of the children by the hand walked out to the parking area. I found it so interesting that as they walked out it was the mother that wet her pants and not one of the kids. When she returned with her car, she had to stop, get out and open the trunk for the box boys. It was then that I realized what had happened.

I got a real eye full as she opened the car door and swung her heeled feet out. Her skirt had ridden up her legs and I saw her glance down at peek at her panties as if she were checking the evidence. I was too far away to see much except that her panties were beige in color. Next, she almost casually pulled her skirt firmly down to her knees and in the next motion stood to walk to the rear of the car. She needed to open the trunk so that the box boys could load her groceries. Bending over, she inserted the key and sprung the trunk lid. It was also obvious that she had wet herself while driving earlier and had not been the least bit embarrassed about stopping to shop for her groceries.

I often wondered if she was somewhat comforted by the wetness between her legs as she shopped.

Has anyone ever seen a lady that was so unconcerned with wetting herself?

[PP1]

Like you, I've always loved to watch women walk by and never been able to take my eye of their butts.

Years ago, I was driving from Atlanta to Jacksonville at night. I'd decided to take the back roads in order to reduce the monotony of I-75. I stopped stopped in the boonies near Waycross to buy some gas and a coke.

One of the local gals had parked her pick-up away from the pumps and was using the pay phone beside the outbuilding (this was way before cell phones were avaliable in the US). She was well built and actually kind of pretty. She had on a short jeans skirt and sleevless t-shirt. She was a bit tipsy to boot.

At first, she was facing my direction, so I just admired her from the aspect of thinking what a nice looking babe she was. She then turned around to reveal a large semi-circular wet patch that extended from her butt to the hem of her skirt. If she'd spilled a drink, the front would have been wet as well, so it was obvious that she'd peed her panties while driving.

She continuet talking totally non-plussed by this and not seeming to care that I was looking at her or else relishing in exhibiting herself to me. The view from behind was teriffic and I was very aroused.

You can bet that I gave my GF in Jacksonville, of whom I could tell a few tales, plenty of extra atention when I got her in bed later that night.

[Maria]

I have already mentioned some of my formative experiences with Yolanda Ruiz and my Aunt Teresa which inclined me to be curious about sexual wetting. I had a "kinky" boyfriend in high school with whom I did some experimenting.

But I certainly never would have admitted it to anyone. It was like a big horrible secret, my interest in sexual wetting.

After high school I moved to Los Angeles with a girlfriend, we lived in a kind of shabby apartment building in a multi-ethnic neighborhood. We went clubbing a lot, but were not exactly what I would call sluts. There was, however, one woman in the building who was definitely a slut, a black woman in her early 40s whose name, if I remember, was Ofelia. She had more boyfriends than shoes.

One day my friend and I were in the hallway. There was a guy in the building who was hot for my room-mate, and that day he had a friend with him who seemed a bit attracted to me, so there we stood, just talking and flirting. Then the front door to the building opens and Ofelia walks in with one of her boyfriends. Her whole butt was soaking wet, and somewhat also the insides of her thighs, so it looked like she had probably been sitting down when she did it, but there was no question she had wet her pants.

In his post, lhansen mentions a "visible panty line," something which is not seen much anymore because thongs more or less put an end to them. They were very common in the old days, and decent girls considered them to be kind of sleazy and skanky, but even I was skanky enough to occasionally sport a "vpl" on purpose to attract the guys. But Ofelia had a vpl that was totally egregious, it was so accentuated, and the big wet spot on her butt made it much more visible, you could even see the back seam.

She just walked by us, boyfriend's arm around her, laughing and talking like it was the most normal thing in the world. The two guys who were talking to us went silent, just staring, couldn't believe their eyes. My room-mate was trying really hard not to laugh out loud. Ofelia and her friend strolled down the hall and then up the stairs to her place.

A bit later, when the guys departed, I took a walk down to the park and sat on a bench. Like I said, I had been exposed to sexual wetting at an early age due to my Aunt Teresa, and had experimented with a boyfriend in high school, and hoped to find another willing guy with whom to have fun. But the thought of being so public and nonchalant about it.... I never could have conceived of such a thing. Part of me kept telling myself I could never do anything like that, but another part of myself said, "Who are you kidding? Deep down, you're just like she is. That's the real you. Why don't you cut loose and flood your jeans right now?"

I sat there for about fifteen minutes, actually trying to persuade myself to do it. But I couldn't.

I will never forget that incident.

[Scotsboy]

Years ago, I worked for a couple of years managing receiving at a huge grocery store near a large military base. The dependents at the base crowded the store at payday. They were young, from all walks of life in the states and were mostly women with a few kids. Since the men were often overseas there were a lot of young sexy women trying to find attention. They often dressed like it to. My desk was at the end of the main isle where they all made a turn to the rest of the store. You never knew when some really hot young lady would make that turn exposing a really nice pair of legs and a fine ass. I really loved pantie lines at the time because I constantly wondered what might have soaked into them. Every now and then I'd get to see more.

I wrote this one up years ago because I thought it was really sexy.

"Wet Panties Spotted Her Skirt"

How many have seen a wet circle on the back of a ladies skirt? Several of you have referred to this because you knew someone that had wet her panties and then neglected to pull her skirt out from under herself when she sat down.

Some years ago I worked in receiving at a really large grocery store. My desk was just inside a hallway near the end of the first grocery isle. All the customers had to walk down the isle after entering the store and make a turn away from where I sat. Literally thousands of women shopped the store especially on the first of the month. I usually spent a large part of these days checking out these ladies butts as they turned away from my desk. Most were younger women from the Army base and it all made for an exciting little hobby.

One morning about 11 am I really got a shock. A lady in a faded, yellow tight fitting skirt and white blouse walked past me with two small children in tow. She looked kind of sexy because of the way she walked pushing her grocery cart. She wore heels that made her legs look especially long. A sweater was draped over her shoulders. Her curly hair and glasses just added to her sexy mannerism especially when I noticed a plate size stain that was centered over the base of her butt. There was no doubt as to its source and the sight of her wetness just took my breath away.

When my composure was restored I grabbed my clipboard and followed her down the next isle in the pretense of checking the stock. Unfortunately, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her wet ass and almost could not catch my breath. I had to return to my desk to hide my huge hard on.

I didn’t give up though and returned several times to catch up to her for another peek. I was able to get rather close in order to check her out. She was spending nearly an hour in the store filling her cart. The lines were really long at the check out so I spent a bunch of time watching her as she stood in line. There was no doubt that she had wet her pants, but I just wasn’t sure of how it happened. Her skirt was tight enough that you could see that she was wearing full cut briefs. The pantie lines were quite obvious and could even have been control briefs. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned and was very casual as she shopped or stood in line. Sometimes she would stand with her legs together and then a moment later stand with them somewhat spread apart. If I had to guess I would say that her wetting was no big deal to her.

Now this lady had purchased a lot of groceries and box boys were assigned to wheel her cart out to the loading area. I watched as she put her purse over her shoulder and taking each of the children by the hand walked out to the parking area. I found it so interesting that as they walked out it was the mother that wet her pants and not one of the kids. When she returned with her car, she had to stop, get out and open the trunk for the box boys. It was then that I realized what had happened.

I got a real eye full as she opened the car door and swung her heeled feet out. Her skirt had ridden up her legs and I saw her glance down at peek at her panties as if she were checking the evidence. I was too far away to see much except that her panties were beige in color. Next, she almost casually pulled her skirt firmly down to her knees and in the next motion stood to walk to the rear of the car. She needed to open the trunk so that the box boys could load her groceries. Bending over, she inserted the key and sprung the trunk lid. It was also obvious that she had wet herself while driving earlier and had not been the least bit embarrassed about stopping to shop for her groceries.

I often wondered if she was somewhat comforted by the wetness between her legs as she shopped.

Has anyone ever seen a lady that was so unconcerned with wetting herself?

I love this story, lhansen. I vaguely remember reading it several years ago, if I'm not mistaken. What year did this beautiful sighting take place? It's one of my favourite wetting scenarios to see a woman walking around a store in peed clothing.

If I had been you, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself following her around. Yes, I know, totally unprofessional, but impossible for me to resist. And if I had a camera, I would have been in big trouble! It's a shame we can't capture all our desperation / wetting sightings on film, and instead, have to do our best to remember them from memories.

It wouldn't surprise me if this woman was a regular wetter. Not a good example to her children, but hey, there's far worse things she could be doing.

[Scotsboy]

I have already mentioned some of my formative experiences with Yolanda Ruiz and my Aunt Teresa which inclined me to be curious about sexual wetting. I had a "kinky" boyfriend in high school with whom I did some experimenting.

But I certainly never would have admitted it to anyone. It was like a big horrible secret, my interest in sexual wetting.

After high school I moved to Los Angeles with a girlfriend, we lived in a kind of shabby apartment building in a multi-ethnic neighborhood. We went clubbing a lot, but were not exactly what I would call sluts. There was, however, one woman in the building who was definitely a slut, a black woman in her early 40s whose name, if I remember, was Ofelia. She had more boyfriends than shoes.

One day my friend and I were in the hallway. There was a guy in the building who was hot for my room-mate, and that day he had a friend with him who seemed a bit attracted to me, so there we stood, just talking and flirting. Then the front door to the building opens and Ofelia walks in with one of her boyfriends. Her whole butt was soaking wet, and somewhat also the insides of her thighs, so it looked like she had probably been sitting down when she did it, but there was no question she had wet her pants.

In his post, lhansen mentions a "visible panty line," something which is not seen much anymore because thongs more or less put an end to them. They were very common in the old days, and decent girls considered them to be kind of sleazy and skanky, but even I was skanky enough to occasionally sport a "vpl" on purpose to attract the guys. But Ofelia had a vpl that was totally egregious, it was so accentuated, and the big wet spot on her butt made it much more visible, you could even see the back seam.

She just walked by us, boyfriend's arm around her, laughing and talking like it was the most normal thing in the world. The two guys who were talking to us went silent, just staring, couldn't believe their eyes. My room-mate was trying really hard not to laugh out loud. Ofelia and her friend strolled down the hall and then up the stairs to her place.

A bit later, when the guys departed, I took a walk down to the park and sat on a bench. Like I said, I had been exposed to sexual wetting at an early age due to my Aunt Teresa, and had experimented with a boyfriend in high school, and hoped to find another willing guy with whom to have fun. But the thought of being so public and nonchalant about it.... I never could have conceived of such a thing. Part of me kept telling myself I could never do anything like that, but another part of myself said, "Who are you kidding? Deep down, you're just like she is. That's the real you. Why don't you cut loose and flood your jeans right now?"

I sat there for about fifteen minutes, actually trying to persuade myself to do it. But I couldn't.

I will never forget that incident.

Thongs are horrible! How are you supposed to properly wet thongs? I much prefer full panties on a woman. For wetting purposes, of course.

[lhansen]

Yes, It Takes Your Breath Away

Thankfully, I wrote that episode down because like many others that I saw during that time I surely would have forgotten it all by now. You would think that you would never forget, but they do gradually disappear.

I do remember this ladies obvious pantie lines almost as much as her wet ass. The fact that she was so casual about wetting her pants and her casual attitude about her behavior as she shopped coupled with her beautifully shaped wet butt made the whole event UNFORGETTABLE. It was very hot. I also remember not being able to catch my breath because every drop of blood was somewhere else. Thank god I was wearing a lab coat.

Women often approached me about using the bathrooms and while they were not intended for the public, I always showed them the way. Desperation was simply never my thing.

I was associated with the grocery business for many years and saw more than my share of wetters at the stores. There is no doubt that some women wet their pants and see it as no big deal.

I saw a lot of it during the 60's, 70's and 80's, but never see it anymore. A lot of the customers that frequented that store near the military base were young, thin, trim, dressed sexily and were horny.

A few more comments and I'll tell you about the all night grocery in our city near the river. it was the main place to buy liquor late at night.

[Maria]

Amazing how many guys remember those visible panty lines from the 60s through the 80s. No girl would admit to doing it on purpose, we all pretended like we just forgot to look at our butts in the mirror before leaving the house, but I was not the only one who sometimes did it deliberately. It had roughly the same effect as when a woman in a short skirt indulges in some fancy leg crossing to flash a bit of panties. Nothing makes a guy's dick hard like visible underwear.

Especially if it's wet.

[PP1]

I, for one, remember this.

When I was in high school, girls were not allowed to wear jeans or any kind of pants for that matter. Lost of them wore what were then called "pantaloons" under their skirts or culottes. Pantaloons were basically Bermuda shorts of thin nylon that were worn over their panties. Unfortunately, they had the effect of hiding the VPL.

Some girls didn't wear these horrid garments, much to the delight of us guys, and it was a frequent point of conversation among us to make sure we all oggled those brazen enough to strutt their stuff. Almost none of us were sexually active, and our conversations were pretty much limited to fantasizing about girls' undergarments and what they hid.