Fairground Sighting. I went down to the Easter funfair at our local park. As the weather was warm, there were a lot of soft drinks that people could have. While I was waiting in the queue to get on one of the small rides, I noticed this lovely black woman. She looked extremely tall and was wearing a red t-shirt with a sequined heart on it, and sky blue tight-fitting jeans. I noticed that she was fidgeting a little…. I didn’t think much of it. Suddenly, she ran off. I wondered what was going on with her. After I had been on the ride, I looked for this woman. I then saw her almost hiding behind a tree. Her friend was with her. She turned to her friend and I could see that her jeans were drenched. She had wet herself totally!
Still in The Park. I was still in the park when I sat down on the grass a few metres away from a young mother, who had her two children with her. She was a redhead with a slim figure, and was wearing a yellow dress with printed flowers on it. She was sitting cross-legged with one hand inbetween her legs while she was watching them playing. After a while, she started to fidget and delved her hand in even further. She must have needed to go for a long time, but couldn’t do so, as there weren’t any toilets in the park. She would’ve had to hold it before she wanted to go home. It must’ve been embarrassing for her.
The Ice Cream Van. I was standing in a long queue to get an ice cream from the mobile van. In front of me were these two young ladies. One of them, a long-haired blonde, seemed to be in distress. She had been fidgeting for a while, and looked like she was going to lose it.
“Oh, if this queue doesn’t go any faster, I’ll wet myself!” she said to her friend, a short-haired blonde.
“Why don’t you go to the toilet so I can buy your ice cream for you?” asked her friend.
“No way!” she replied. “I need to choose which one I wanted.”
After overhearing that, my penis went as stiff as a board. As I was wearing loose jeans, the erection didn’t show. I was looking at the desperate lady in anticipation that she’ll wet herself. A few moments later, she grabbed her crotch through her black trousers with one hand, bent double and did curtsy. It was wonderful to see female desperation close up. Suddenly, she turned to me.
“What are you looking at?” she snapped angrily. Her friend laughed.
“Er, nothing,” I replied, weakly, and my face blushed with embarrassment.
“PERVERT!” she shouted, and dragged herself with her friend out of the queue. I had that stiffy in my jeans for a long time after that.