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A Wonderful Holiday!
I usually spend the weekend with my boyfriend Richard at his house. We went out and had a few drinks on Saturday night at our favorite tavern. I almost never use the ladies’ room before leaving, because I like to wait until we get home and then wet my pants for my boyfriend, who loves it.
This time we were laughing and joking with each other as we walked into the parking lot. I was teasing him, and he was poking me and goosing me in response. I was playfully poking him as well, and in the end he pushed me up against the side of his car and started to tickle me.
Having had a glass or two of Chardonnay too many, my bladder surrendered almost immediately. I was howling with laughter as I felt the wonderful ecstatic feeling of liquid warmth surging through my white nylon full-briefs, soaking my butt and pouring like twin waterfalls down both legs of my jeans all the way to my socks.
By the time I was finished, I had slipped down the side of the car and was sitting in the parking lot on my wet butt, still laughing. As Richard was helping me to stand, I went into shock as I noticed two men leaving the tavern and walking through the parking lot.
Thoroughly embarrassed, I hurried around to the passenger side of the car and got in. As we were driving off, I asked Richard if he had noticed where the two men were looking. He said, “Yes.”
I said, “Were they looking at me?”
He said, “Yes.”
I said, “Do you think they saw anything?”
He said, “I don’t know.”
We are both in our early 50s, but he was so turned on that he was as vigorous as a 19-year-old all night long. I have always said I would never actually do it in public again, but now that it has happened, I am glad it did.
This time we were laughing and joking with each other as we walked into the parking lot. I was teasing him, and he was poking me and goosing me in response. I was playfully poking him as well, and in the end he pushed me up against the side of his car and started to tickle me.
Having had a glass or two of Chardonnay too many, my bladder surrendered almost immediately. I was howling with laughter as I felt the wonderful ecstatic feeling of liquid warmth surging through my white nylon full-briefs, soaking my butt and pouring like twin waterfalls down both legs of my jeans all the way to my socks.
By the time I was finished, I had slipped down the side of the car and was sitting in the parking lot on my wet butt, still laughing. As Richard was helping me to stand, I went into shock as I noticed two men leaving the tavern and walking through the parking lot.
Thoroughly embarrassed, I hurried around to the passenger side of the car and got in. As we were driving off, I asked Richard if he had noticed where the two men were looking. He said, “Yes.”
I said, “Were they looking at me?”
He said, “Yes.”
I said, “Do you think they saw anything?”
He said, “I don’t know.”
We are both in our early 50s, but he was so turned on that he was as vigorous as a 19-year-old all night long. I have always said I would never actually do it in public again, but now that it has happened, I am glad it did.
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