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I really outdid myself today :)
Well, where to start ... This will be a bit of a long post so please forgive my lengthiness.
Today I was in town having brunch with a friend. After that we did some window shopping and then went our own separate ways. I took the bus down to the super stop that has a Subway restaurant adjacent to it. Weekend bus schedules are random, at best. I knew I had to pee, but I couldn't chance going inside and missing the bus since I had no idea of what time it would pass.
It was a bit of a breezy and slightly chilly day. I was wearing my long black and white skirt with a tank top and a sweater. As usual, I had pantyhose on, due to the cool weather, and the fact that I've not shaved them this past couple weeks. *sighs* Just for those who like more detail, the pantyhose were skin color, my panties were white with little red and pink flowers. The black skirt had white polka dots. This skirt was fluttering slightly in the wind while I stood at the stop.
I was literally standing there by the busy street in clear view of all traffic. The thing that convinced me to just let go was that in a standing position, I'd wet down my thighs and legs with minimal splashing on the skirt due to the wind blowing it around somewhat. I also knew since it was mostly black, it wouldn't show wetness much.
So, I stood there, decided to spread my legs slightly. I leaned back against the concrete post and with a awkward smile on my face, I just let it go! I heard my pee splattering on the ground. I glanced down to see the puddle gathering around my shoes. Once finished, I calmly walked a block down to the next bus stop. That way I wasn't standing near a puddle of my own pee.
As the bus came to a stop, I suddenly realized: I'd have to sit in my sopping wet panties and pantyhose and it would go through my skirt and dampen or even wet the seat. As I handed my fair to the driver, I must have looked a bit shocked because he said "Is everything alright Miss?" to which I nodded headed for a seat towards the back door.
The bus was not very full, so that boosted my confidence. For those who don't know, there is a trick for above the knee skirts where you can sit your panty clad bottom directly on the seat by sliding the skirt carefully out of the way as you're sitting, and still leave the skirt over the tops of your legs and sides of your lap. However, in a long skirt, that is not possible.
What happened next surprised me a bit. As I was approaching the seat I felt bad about getting it damp with pee, because I've sat in bus seats that smelled like pee or were slightly damp, and to be honest that's really not fun when you're on your way to work. *sighs* So out of a sense of social justice for those coming after me, I didn't sit down, I just stood there perplexed.
The lady sitting 2 rows further back had several plastic grocery bags. I hesitated but then approached her. Keep in mind, my pee accident was totally not visible, at all due to the position I was in when I released and it went down my legs. So here I am at the point where I was actually embarrassed, and at that point, it wasn't the fun kind of playful embarrassment. This time, I really went too far. I was feeling a bit panicky.
While avoiding eye contact, my voice trembled and stuttered as I ask her if she could spare one of her plastic shopping bags. I then said that I had wet myself and didn't want to get the seat wet. I had a tear making its way down my cheek. Luckily she was a lady in her late 40's and not some young girl who probably would have made fun of me. She combined a couple things together and gave me a shopping bag to sit on. I thanked her and she nodded. She too was feeling awkward about the whole situation.
So I went to my seat and sat in my cold wet panties which were plastered to my bottom. As I sat there I began to contemplate the experience. I realized that as much as I fantasize about "the point of no return" and having some embarrassment being a turn on, as with most things, the real thing wasn't quite as exciting.
That was until I got home and took off my wet clothes and hopped in the warm bath. Once I was safe at home and out of the cold clingy and somewhat itchy undergarments, I felt such a feeling of peace and relaxation. I felt a sense of accomplishment in my ability to handle the situation. I got myself in way over my head, but I got myself out of it with minimal negative experiences.
One lesson learned, bring a plastic bag to sit on when planning an accident. However, half the fun is the spontaneous spur of the moment decision to just let go in my pants. Honestly, that initial part of feeling my warm pee and the sound of it splashing on the ground, and feeling so naughty in those first few moments, it's worth it. I'm all about wetting myself spontaneously, but I do prefer accidents closer to home so I can walk home instead of taking the bus.
Sorry this post went on so long, I just felt the need to get it out, not just the raw facts of how I peed my panties, but just to journal about the emotional impact of the experience for me.
Thanks as always for your replies. It's kind of funny, but whenever I'm cheered on by you all, it makes me feel more daring. However, with the weather getting progressively colder, I'll be using diapers more. I am mostly an AB/LG, but have found a special enjoyment of public wetting. It's nice to have both options. Diapers for me are my safety net both emotionally and for bladder function. Anyway, I'm rambling, have a wonderful night! (hugs 4 all!)
Yours truly,
Tiffany, AkA Princess Tinkle Pants :-)
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Today I was in town having brunch with a friend. After that we did some window shopping and then went our own separate ways. I took the bus down to the super stop that has a Subway restaurant adjacent to it. Weekend bus schedules are random, at best. I knew I had to pee, but I couldn't chance going inside and missing the bus since I had no idea of what time it would pass.
It was a bit of a breezy and slightly chilly day. I was wearing my long black and white skirt with a tank top and a sweater. As usual, I had pantyhose on, due to the cool weather, and the fact that I've not shaved them this past couple weeks. *sighs* Just for those who like more detail, the pantyhose were skin color, my panties were white with little red and pink flowers. The black skirt had white polka dots. This skirt was fluttering slightly in the wind while I stood at the stop.
I was literally standing there by the busy street in clear view of all traffic. The thing that convinced me to just let go was that in a standing position, I'd wet down my thighs and legs with minimal splashing on the skirt due to the wind blowing it around somewhat. I also knew since it was mostly black, it wouldn't show wetness much.
So, I stood there, decided to spread my legs slightly. I leaned back against the concrete post and with a awkward smile on my face, I just let it go! I heard my pee splattering on the ground. I glanced down to see the puddle gathering around my shoes. Once finished, I calmly walked a block down to the next bus stop. That way I wasn't standing near a puddle of my own pee.
As the bus came to a stop, I suddenly realized: I'd have to sit in my sopping wet panties and pantyhose and it would go through my skirt and dampen or even wet the seat. As I handed my fair to the driver, I must have looked a bit shocked because he said "Is everything alright Miss?" to which I nodded headed for a seat towards the back door.
The bus was not very full, so that boosted my confidence. For those who don't know, there is a trick for above the knee skirts where you can sit your panty clad bottom directly on the seat by sliding the skirt carefully out of the way as you're sitting, and still leave the skirt over the tops of your legs and sides of your lap. However, in a long skirt, that is not possible.
What happened next surprised me a bit. As I was approaching the seat I felt bad about getting it damp with pee, because I've sat in bus seats that smelled like pee or were slightly damp, and to be honest that's really not fun when you're on your way to work. *sighs* So out of a sense of social justice for those coming after me, I didn't sit down, I just stood there perplexed.
The lady sitting 2 rows further back had several plastic grocery bags. I hesitated but then approached her. Keep in mind, my pee accident was totally not visible, at all due to the position I was in when I released and it went down my legs. So here I am at the point where I was actually embarrassed, and at that point, it wasn't the fun kind of playful embarrassment. This time, I really went too far. I was feeling a bit panicky.
While avoiding eye contact, my voice trembled and stuttered as I ask her if she could spare one of her plastic shopping bags. I then said that I had wet myself and didn't want to get the seat wet. I had a tear making its way down my cheek. Luckily she was a lady in her late 40's and not some young girl who probably would have made fun of me. She combined a couple things together and gave me a shopping bag to sit on. I thanked her and she nodded. She too was feeling awkward about the whole situation.
So I went to my seat and sat in my cold wet panties which were plastered to my bottom. As I sat there I began to contemplate the experience. I realized that as much as I fantasize about "the point of no return" and having some embarrassment being a turn on, as with most things, the real thing wasn't quite as exciting.
That was until I got home and took off my wet clothes and hopped in the warm bath. Once I was safe at home and out of the cold clingy and somewhat itchy undergarments, I felt such a feeling of peace and relaxation. I felt a sense of accomplishment in my ability to handle the situation. I got myself in way over my head, but I got myself out of it with minimal negative experiences.
One lesson learned, bring a plastic bag to sit on when planning an accident. However, half the fun is the spontaneous spur of the moment decision to just let go in my pants. Honestly, that initial part of feeling my warm pee and the sound of it splashing on the ground, and feeling so naughty in those first few moments, it's worth it. I'm all about wetting myself spontaneously, but I do prefer accidents closer to home so I can walk home instead of taking the bus.
Sorry this post went on so long, I just felt the need to get it out, not just the raw facts of how I peed my panties, but just to journal about the emotional impact of the experience for me.
Thanks as always for your replies. It's kind of funny, but whenever I'm cheered on by you all, it makes me feel more daring. However, with the weather getting progressively colder, I'll be using diapers more. I am mostly an AB/LG, but have found a special enjoyment of public wetting. It's nice to have both options. Diapers for me are my safety net both emotionally and for bladder function. Anyway, I'm rambling, have a wonderful night! (hugs 4 all!)
Yours truly,
Tiffany, AkA Princess Tinkle Pants :-)
@@@ LOL @@@
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