This is the last of three experiences of wetting and desperation this lady had posted to The Bathroom’s former editor, Neville, on the internet.
Yesterday I needed cheering up, something to distract me for a while, so I drank as much tea and water as I possibly could and dressed in a mid-length blue skirt, and underneath I wore my silky red shorts and walked into town. I had several things to do, like go to the Post Office, or go to the chemist to get a prescription, and so on.
By the time I got into town, I was bursting to go, but I ignored it and carried walking about the town. I was in agony, but I was enjoying it. I was also wearing brand new knickers, dark blue with lace. I had to keep stopping and had to admit to holding myself if it was too bad. I thought my bladder would explode. The knowing that I was wearing those silky shorts excited me too much. I was in a department store when I felt a warm trickle wee run down my leg. Ohhhhhh… it was exciting, but I didn’t want to flood the store because there were security cameras in there, and being a Monday, it was quite full of shoppers.
So, with every ounce of strength I could muster, I flexed my bladder muscles and crossed my legs. I might add I managed to stem the flow. My shorts and pants were a little wet, but nothing showed. It was wonderful wearing them.
Very carefully, I made my way from the store, and I do mean carefully. I couldn’t walk properly. I had to totally concentrate on holding my pee inside. I was on the verge of totally wetting myself and I knew it. I got to the door, but just the effort of opening the easy door caused a little more pee to escape down my leg. By this time the urgency was even greater than ever and to stop it this time, I had to physically hold myself very hard. I did get some strange looks in my direction, but by that time I honestly didn’t care (you don’t when you, kind of, feel a little embarrassed).
A kind man opened the door for me. I thanked him and staggered outside. My shorts were feeling wonderfully wet, but I didn’t want to flood in such a public place. I wasn’t confident that I had a lot of choice in the matter really. I was frantically wondering what to do. I had an idea… I was fairly near the park.
I headed there, getting more desperate with every step I took. I knew it would be emptyish… it normally is during school hours. Somehow, I still don’t know how I’ve made it. The park was empty… I allowed myself to relax a little. I also allowed myself a good hold, which felt wonderful with my wet silky shorts. Ohhhhhh… I was close to coming as I stood in the park and rubbing myself.
Then, without warning, my bladder just gave up and pee poured out like a river, I thought it would never stop. Ohhhhh… words alone cannot tell how good it felt. I was so turned on and so relieved that I just stood there and rubbed myself to orgasm in my wet shorts and pants.