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I am reposting my reply from below to "Made My Night", in the faint hopes of at least partially returning this forum to the great story telling forum it was years ago. Wet Set even used to award the best stories with prizes of free products, which I won a few of 
May this little story start a new thread and continued stories to add some new "old" flavor Maybe Wet Set could even dig out some great stories from the archives and repost? I, for one, would enjoy it My story:
This post, as does a lot of things, reminds me of the night of my life in regards to this fetish. I was working at a grocery store, and there was numerous occassions when women would ask for the restrooms in varying states of distress, as our only restrooms were in the back of the store so customers needed asistance to gain access. But....... there was only one that was special. I was in the backroom area loading up beer to take to the sales area when an attractive blonde woman, probably late 20's or early 30's, came scurrying around the corner from the sales floor barely even looking at me and not stopping. She just said she was going to the bathroom and blew right by me, either with prior knowledge of, or had been given directions to the bathroms. My first thought as I turned to follow her was "Dumb ass! You're going to need a key." She was half way up the stairs when I reached the bottom and my heart stopped when I saw a dinner plate sized wet spot on the back of her powder blue slacks!!!!! I literally had to catch my breath as I ascended the stairs, and as I turned the corner to the bathrooms, I found her slightly bent over with her hand on the door to the womens rest room. She turned towards me as I approached, and with her voice cracking and her slacks literally glistening, only barely mumbled "it's locked." I only had a key to the men's room, so I put my hand on her shoulder and told her "It's ok", or "It happens", or God knows what else might have come out of my mouth at that moment, and escorted her into the men's room. Her pants were wet, front and back, all the way down, a humiliating dark blue contrast to the pretty powder blue that was left only at the waist, hips and down the outside of her legs until just below the knees. I offered her a meat cutter coat from the rack against the wall, these coats are 3/4 length and hid most of the damage. She was still upset, and I asked her if she would like me to escort her out to her car. She said no, and something about the fact that her husband was going to be furious. She quickly thanked me and hurried out the door in the white coat hiding her soaking wet pants, and literally slipped in the puddle of her own making, fortunately not going down, just slipping. I mopped up the mess and went back to work, but had a "hard" time focusing the rest of the evening. God........it still seems like yesterday............
May this little story start a new thread and continued stories to add some new "old" flavor Maybe Wet Set could even dig out some great stories from the archives and repost? I, for one, would enjoy it My story:This post, as does a lot of things, reminds me of the night of my life in regards to this fetish. I was working at a grocery store, and there was numerous occassions when women would ask for the restrooms in varying states of distress, as our only restrooms were in the back of the store so customers needed asistance to gain access. But....... there was only one that was special. I was in the backroom area loading up beer to take to the sales area when an attractive blonde woman, probably late 20's or early 30's, came scurrying around the corner from the sales floor barely even looking at me and not stopping. She just said she was going to the bathroom and blew right by me, either with prior knowledge of, or had been given directions to the bathroms. My first thought as I turned to follow her was "Dumb ass! You're going to need a key." She was half way up the stairs when I reached the bottom and my heart stopped when I saw a dinner plate sized wet spot on the back of her powder blue slacks!!!!! I literally had to catch my breath as I ascended the stairs, and as I turned the corner to the bathrooms, I found her slightly bent over with her hand on the door to the womens rest room. She turned towards me as I approached, and with her voice cracking and her slacks literally glistening, only barely mumbled "it's locked." I only had a key to the men's room, so I put my hand on her shoulder and told her "It's ok", or "It happens", or God knows what else might have come out of my mouth at that moment, and escorted her into the men's room. Her pants were wet, front and back, all the way down, a humiliating dark blue contrast to the pretty powder blue that was left only at the waist, hips and down the outside of her legs until just below the knees. I offered her a meat cutter coat from the rack against the wall, these coats are 3/4 length and hid most of the damage. She was still upset, and I asked her if she would like me to escort her out to her car. She said no, and something about the fact that her husband was going to be furious. She quickly thanked me and hurried out the door in the white coat hiding her soaking wet pants, and literally slipped in the puddle of her own making, fortunately not going down, just slipping. I mopped up the mess and went back to work, but had a "hard" time focusing the rest of the evening. God........it still seems like yesterday............
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