Ever wet in public and then have car trouble?

[GOP]

I was wondering. Has anyone ever wet their pants in public, then gotten in their car to drive home and the car wouldn't start? Or be driving down the road wearing wet pants and have a serious malfunction that requires pulling over and calling a tow truck? How did you or would you handle such a situation? Would you call someone to pick you up and take you home to change and then take you back to your disabled car? Wrap something around you and hope the tow truck driver doesn't notice? Not give a shit if the tow truck driver sees you in wet pants and hope that he will let you ride in his truck in wet pants? Or do you carry spare pants and underwear just in case? If so, what if you were not within walking distance of a public bathroom to go change in? Maybe you could bring along a thick dark blanket so you could get in the backseat, put the blanket over you, and change under the cover of the blanket (of course having a bag to put your wet pants in)? Has such a situation ever happened to anyone here and if so, how did you handle it? I have wanted to wet my pants in public, but have never dared to for many reasons, one of which is the possibility of car trouble while wearing wet pants.

[miker47]

Not the same but similar

I was in Detroit on business and had a similar embarrassing thing happen. Making service calls all day I made sure I was well hydrated. In fact I wanted to make sure I had waited long enough that I could not hold it and would have a public accident. I was dressed in casual business, khaki dockers and sport shirt (underneath though I indulged in my other fetish - I was wearing panties and pantyhose).
Anyway I drank plenty of liquids, so much so that I was having trouble concentrating by the end of the day. I had a rental car so I really didn't want to pee my pants and soak the seat so I tried to make it to my hotel where I would try to make my room but knew I wouldn't make it. By the time I reached my hotel I was sure I would wet my pants when I got out of the car. Being winter it was dark (and cold which made my situation impossible). Now I was in a panic. I was having second thoughts of being caught and the embarrassing consequences. But the urgency of my need to pee was in control.
I grabbed my jacket and briefcase and headed for the elevator. I had to use every muscle to keep from peeing when I emerged from the car so I hurried. But as you probably know it was too late. As soon as I punched 3 and the elevator door started to close I lost it. I peed all the way up to the third floor, soaking panties, pantyhose and making a huge stain on the dockers. When the elevator door opened I was praying nobody would be there to witness my accident!. Whew, I was in luck. Now, just get to my room and nobody would be the wiser, here I was a grown man with a big stain down both legs. I put my key card in the lock and NOTHING. . .the key didn't work!
Now what a dilemma, I had to get help but here I was with pants so wet that there was no doubt what had happened.
CRAP, I scurried to the stairwell and went down to the first floor, where I could get a new key that would open my door. How was I going to get to the front desk where surely there would be many people that would know - this grown man has peed his pants!! I stood there in the stairwell trying to get the courage to do what I dreaded and through the door window I saw a lady hotel employee passing in the hall. I grabbed the door open and said "Excuse me, but I am locked out of my room". I was making a futile attempt to cover my front up with the briefcase but there was little doubt that I had wet my pants. She looked down at my wet pants, luckily she couldn't see my panties and hose underneath, and looked a little startled. In an embarrassed tone I told her I couldn't wait and had had an accident.
She asked my room number and I told her 312 and she left me there in the stairwell while she went to the front desk to get a new key. When she returned I was really embarrassed when she told me that I was in 212 not 312!!!
I thanked her as she took one last glance at my soaked pants. I climbed the stairs in shame but I admit it was pretty exciting being publicly embarrassed like that. When I finally got back to my CORRECT room I peeled off the wet pants, panties and hose and had some fun with myself thinking about what just happened!

[litectrbrief]

Detroit episode

Can really relate to your amazing story! Many public accidents myself, in similar attire underneath I admit, and even a few semi-spectacles, but yours takes the cake. Bravo!

[J_R]

Yes, it's happened to me....I even wrote about it back on the old Wetset board. It's been several years ago now and I don't have any idea where it might be in the archives.

I had met some friends and business associates at a large industrial installation to survey a large piece of equipment they planned to move. We were working outdoors, it was cold, I'd been drinking a lot of coffee and there was nowhere to pee....workers were moving all around the place, and the buildings had tight security - I didn't want to run the gamut to try to get inside and then try to find a restroom. By the time we finished I was in such a state I actually thought I might piss myself right in front of my associates. I didn't mind having a real accident....heck, I'm an old hand at public wetting But there are times it just isn't appropriate and this was one of those times.

Anyway, I managed to hold on 'till we finished and I got back to my truck. I actually started to leak as I was pulling out of the site and when I got out to the highway I just let go and gave my jeans a good soaking. The relief was exquisite and I wasn't worried about the truck seat....it wasn't the first time it'd got wet. I'd just drive home and change my pants.

That was the plan, but my decrepit old truck had other ideas. There was some kind of short in the electrical system that would sometimes trip a breaker and shut everything down. And right in the middle of a busy highway, it did its thing. It wasn't a "call a tow truck" moment - I knew how to reset the thing, but it required getting out, opening the hood and stretching 'way down into the engine compartment with my wet ass exposed to all and sundry. And since I'd wet sitting down it was a very wet ass....I might as well been wearing a neon sign that screamed I PISSED MYSELF I suppose fifty cars must have blown past while I was bent over guddling about under the hood. A couple of them made derisive horn noises but nobody stopped to offer assistance.

It was embarrassing, but I really didn't mind. As noted, I wet myself in public a lot....the trick is to learn to relish the embarassment and enjoy the exposure. This incident was notable however, in that it really was an accident and I'd had no intention of showing off to anybody. One lesson I've learned is that if you stay cool about being wet, most folks you meet will be cool about it too. If that means getting in a tow truck or calling a friend when you're wet, so be it. Just stay mellow, and if anyone asks (which they usually don't) just say...."yeah I pissed my pants - so what?" "I drank too much coffee and couldn't hold it....it happens". Or words to that effect....
J