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First a few details about myself. I am in my early 30s, 5'6, with blond shoulder-length hair and a curvy figure with big (38 DD) boobs.
I have always suffered from a bit of urinary urgency and sometimes don't make it to the loo in time (which doesn't bother me as I also wet myself on purpose sometimes) but I never had any accidents in public until yesterday........
I left my work in the big university library just after 5 and decided that
I'd better use the loo before I left, but when I got there it had already been closed for cleaning. So I decided that as I wasn't really desperate, I'd just wait until I got home. I walked to the station and looked up at the departure board only to see that my regular train was delayed. By now I was starting to feel a fairly strong urge to pee but I knew there were no toilets in this station so I headed on up to the platform to wait for the next train. It was really cold outside and my bladder was now sending me urgent signals so I stood there with my legs pressed tight together praying a train would come soon. Eventually it did, but as it was delayed it was absolutely packed full so I had to stand in the corridor. By now the motion of the train was making matters ten times worse so I was forced to jam my hand into the crotch of my light grey trouser suit, not caring who could see my desperation.
I made it to my stop still dry but still had to walk half a mile home in the cold. By the time I'd gone a few hundred yards I was stopping every couple of minutes to try and regain control. As I reached the car park of a big supermarket, which I had to cross to reach home I felt the first spurt of pee escape into my pale pink cotton panties. I gasped involuntarily, doubled over and grabbed my crotch again. This time though it was no use, and I felt another, stronger spurt escape. When I looked down I could see the first small dark patch in the crotch of my trousers and I knew then I would never make it home. I held my handbag in front of my crotch and walked fast across the car park, all the time letting out little spurts of pee. By the time I reached the other side of the car park my knickers were soaking and I had a large dark patch on the front of my trousers. Then as I started to walk up the hill to me house I lost all control. Pee cascaded out of my bladder without stopping and was soon dripping onto the floor down my trouser legs. I hurried on up towards my house, passing a couple of people who stared at my soaking legs as I went past. I went bright red with embarrassment, but at the same time felt incredibly turned on. As soon as I reached the safety of my flat I took off my jacket and headed into the bathroom where there was a full length mirror. My previously light grey trousers were dark and shiny with pee from the crotch down the inside of both legs and right across my bum. I peeled them off and stood in my soaking knickers, turned dark pink more or less all over. Now I was on my own, the embarrassment had faded and I was left feeling very horny. I began to rub myself between the legs......
Now that it's happened I feel I may be taking more risks of it happening again....obviously not at work, but anywhere else, suddenly the idea of peeing myself doesn't seem so bad after all. I will keep you updated!
I have always suffered from a bit of urinary urgency and sometimes don't make it to the loo in time (which doesn't bother me as I also wet myself on purpose sometimes) but I never had any accidents in public until yesterday........
I left my work in the big university library just after 5 and decided that
I'd better use the loo before I left, but when I got there it had already been closed for cleaning. So I decided that as I wasn't really desperate, I'd just wait until I got home. I walked to the station and looked up at the departure board only to see that my regular train was delayed. By now I was starting to feel a fairly strong urge to pee but I knew there were no toilets in this station so I headed on up to the platform to wait for the next train. It was really cold outside and my bladder was now sending me urgent signals so I stood there with my legs pressed tight together praying a train would come soon. Eventually it did, but as it was delayed it was absolutely packed full so I had to stand in the corridor. By now the motion of the train was making matters ten times worse so I was forced to jam my hand into the crotch of my light grey trouser suit, not caring who could see my desperation.
I made it to my stop still dry but still had to walk half a mile home in the cold. By the time I'd gone a few hundred yards I was stopping every couple of minutes to try and regain control. As I reached the car park of a big supermarket, which I had to cross to reach home I felt the first spurt of pee escape into my pale pink cotton panties. I gasped involuntarily, doubled over and grabbed my crotch again. This time though it was no use, and I felt another, stronger spurt escape. When I looked down I could see the first small dark patch in the crotch of my trousers and I knew then I would never make it home. I held my handbag in front of my crotch and walked fast across the car park, all the time letting out little spurts of pee. By the time I reached the other side of the car park my knickers were soaking and I had a large dark patch on the front of my trousers. Then as I started to walk up the hill to me house I lost all control. Pee cascaded out of my bladder without stopping and was soon dripping onto the floor down my trouser legs. I hurried on up towards my house, passing a couple of people who stared at my soaking legs as I went past. I went bright red with embarrassment, but at the same time felt incredibly turned on. As soon as I reached the safety of my flat I took off my jacket and headed into the bathroom where there was a full length mirror. My previously light grey trousers were dark and shiny with pee from the crotch down the inside of both legs and right across my bum. I peeled them off and stood in my soaking knickers, turned dark pink more or less all over. Now I was on my own, the embarrassment had faded and I was left feeling very horny. I began to rub myself between the legs......
Now that it's happened I feel I may be taking more risks of it happening again....obviously not at work, but anywhere else, suddenly the idea of peeing myself doesn't seem so bad after all. I will keep you updated!
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