A couple of nights ago my bf Richard and I went over the the house of our friend Jeff. Richard was driving and he has never been much of a drinker, so I kind of let myself go and had a few extra glasses of wine, got a bit wasted and laughed so hard that I suddenly felt a spurt of liquid warmth in my underwear. Oops! But it wasn't much, and I didn't think there would be a wet spot on the back of my dress, so I didn't care.
When we got home, Richard said, "You were pretty careless, Jeff was looking right up your dress."
I said, "I kind of wet my pants. Do you think he could see?"
"Well, I could see it, so I don't know how he could have missed it."
"Do you think he was dsigusted?"
"I don't know, but I do know that he couldn't stop staring."
After that, Richard and I did a lot of bedroom talk, pretending that my little accident had made Jeff so hard that he must have shot the wad in his shorts. We had great sex.
Now I don't know whether to feel embarrassed and humiliated, or just plain happy.
When we got home, Richard said, "You were pretty careless, Jeff was looking right up your dress."
I said, "I kind of wet my pants. Do you think he could see?"
"Well, I could see it, so I don't know how he could have missed it."
"Do you think he was dsigusted?"
"I don't know, but I do know that he couldn't stop staring."
After that, Richard and I did a lot of bedroom talk, pretending that my little accident had made Jeff so hard that he must have shot the wad in his shorts. We had great sex.
Now I don't know whether to feel embarrassed and humiliated, or just plain happy.
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