Squirtainly 82 Posted March 11, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted March 11, 2019 Two years ago I was doing my GCSEs. These are exams you take in England & Wales at age 16, and they're extremely important. This meant that, around this time two years ago, all my teachers were starting to freak out (more so than usual as this was the first year of exams on an new curriculum). Most of our lessons at this point consisted of previous exam papers, meaning that it wasn't unusual to spend a morning doing half of three different exams. As well as being stressful, this meant that the teachers were much less lenient with toilet breaks, which caused the following incident to occur. It was a rainy spring morning. This isn't unusual in England, but it was nevertheless frustrating. Add on top of that the fact that English trains are fickle and often delayed, and you have me - alongside thirty other soaking wet kids - running into English as the nine-o'clock bell sounds. Trying my best not to focus on Carol Anne Duffy's Valentine, I made sure that I got distracted by anything and everything. One of these things which caught my eye was Alex (not her real name): she was five-foot two with light-blonde hair, a wonderfully small-yet-big arse, and a pair of big breasts which seemed huge on such a small girl. If my description is anything close to accurate, you should be assuming I just made her up. Naturally, she was the envy of the girls and the desire of the lads (and me). I specifically remember that she'd come down with a cold a few weeks before, and I noticed that she was drinking a lot of water (presumably for her throat). Immediately, I began daydreaming, but I was rudely interrupted by the teacher telling me to do work. By the time I was done, it was changeover. Now, I don't know if Alex tried to use the toilet or not, but I do know that she wouldn't have been able to: the school kept the toilets locked outside of break. I didn't share German with Alex, so I don't know what happened to her then, but I did later learn from a friend of mine that her and Alex's French class was kept during break to finish extra work. Under normal circumstances, teachers wouldn't be able to get away with this, however, we were stuck inside anyway due to the aforementioned rain. This might be the only time I've ever been thankful for rain. We had biology third period, and this was by far the best biology lesson I ever had: a lesson on the bladder capacity of a five-foot girl. The biology classroom was split into six tables of six students, and I was fortunate enough to be directly opposite Alex. I noticed immediately that she was tapping her foot at quite an astounding rate. Remembering how much she'd been drinking in English, I was immediately invested. Around twenty minutes into the exam, I saw Alex lean back and whisper to her friend. A few moments afterwards, she raised her hand and asked to go to the toilet: she was denied. Noticing that I wasn't focusing on the paper either, she mouthed to me 'I'm dying for the loo!'. Giving a silent laugh of condolence, I pretended to resume my work. About fifteen minutes later, Alex asked the teacher again if she could go to the toilet. She was once again denied. I watched her face drop as she realised she wouldn't make it. I spent about five minutes pretending to be stuck on a question whilst secretly looking at Alex when it happened. I heard I little splatter followed by a sniffle from Alex. Nobody else thought anything of it: the rain was beating on the window panes, after all. A few seconds later, I saw a tear roll down her cheek and suddenly heard the undeniable drizzle of pee. As it got louder, the people at our table stopped and noticed. Slowly, the faint scent of urine began to spread. Around thirty seconds later, the drizzle stopped. Our table was sharing confused looks and Alice put up her hand: 'Can I go to the nurse, sir?' 'There's only twenty minutes left before lunch, what's wrong?' Alice took a big sigh and then, before the whole class, muttered 'I wet myself'. Nobody stopped writing, but the eyes of the entire room turned to Alex, following the huge wet stain on the back of her skirt to the door, watching droplets of pee drip from the edges of her skirt. After lunch, Alice returned to class in her tracksuit bottoms, staying even quieter than usual. Nobody spoke about it to her, but many people (especially the usually-envious girls) were very quick to start whispering behind her back about it. I honestly felt quite bad about it, and even worse for being turned on by it. Fortunately, with everyone focused on exams, it was only ever gossip for a week or two. EvilTwin, satyr, OscaMen and 14 others 17 Quote Link to comment
justme 579 Posted March 13, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted March 13, 2019 I had a very good friend who wet herself taking the U.S. SAT exams; she was about 17. She told me (a year or so later) about what happened. She was wearing a dark blue skirt and blue tights (pantihose). She had to pee about an hour into the first half (2 hours each half), but held on and then began to dribble and squirt. Not a big all at once pee, but it kept going, and she did too...she kept working on the exam as she could feel her ass and legs get wetter and wetter. All this lasted maybe 5 minutes, but the whole back of her skirt was wet. I don't know if her pee dripped off the chair onto the floor. Barbara was not one to get too embarrassed, but when the break came she was wet and cold, or at least her wetness was cold. She said she wasn't sure if it was totally obvious she wet herself, but decided just to ignore it. When she got up she wasn't aware of looks, but as she went to the toilets (clearly she managed to control herself somewhat) she again really had to pee, badly. The line to the girls bathroom was quite long, and, as usual, there was no line to the boys. She got in the long girls line, but felt herself begin to dribble again. This time she said she was a bit panicked, and decided just to head to the boys room, which she did saying as she went it, "I'm not looking but this is an emergency, I'm about to pee in my pants." (Even though she was wearing a skirt....). She headed directly into a stall, as the boys smiled and made some comments, but got inside as a large spurt released into her already soaked panties, making them warm again. She pulled her wet tights and panties (I asked, white simple cotton, clearly dripping and somewhat yellowed) down, and finished peeing in the toilet, trying to dry her wetness with toilet paper, to little avail. She didn't bother to wash her hands, and headed to the door quickly. She said no one seemed to notice her wet skirt, as it was a quite dark blue. "Lucky for me I wore that one", she said. Barbara's story has always stuck with me. She also told me the first time she wet herself on a bus coming home from school, that one was far more embarrassing....but that's for another day. rachelkirwan, largebio, hoimi and 7 others 10 Quote Link to comment
Tibarary 339 Posted March 15, 2019 Share Posted March 15, 2019 On 3/13/2019 at 4:32 PM, justme said: Barbara's story has always stuck with me. She also told me the first time she wet herself on a bus coming home from school, that one was far more embarrassing....but that's for another day. Now I'm courious about his story and would be very happy to hear it :-) Quote Link to comment
justme 579 Posted March 15, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted March 15, 2019 Ah, Barbara's first time wetting herself, on a bus home after school: short version. Barbara was very pretty and had quite large breasts and was not particularly modest, meaning two things I always noticed: her shirts were often too tight and when she wore buttoned blouses, it was usually easy to see her bra. And she often, to my and other boys delight, she'd sit with her legs carelessly apart, showing off her panties. Indeed, on memorable time on a spring day her white cotton panties clearly on display as she sat her back against a wall, outside, enjoying the sun, her legs up and apart, her panties nicely yellowed in the crotch. She had clearly wet them....but the bus. She usually took the public bus home from school, perhaps a 15 minute ride, part of it through a not so great neighborhood. This day, a warm spring day, she wore, she told me, a blue dress (no slip)...this was 'back when'. I knew/remembered the dress, as I paid a lot of attention to what she wore. Waiting a bit for the bus across from school she had to pee, somewhat badly but not (yet) urgently, and was about to go back to school to use the toilets, but just then the bus came, so she got on. She sat just behind the back door, facing forward. The trip took somewhat longer than usual due to construction, which she hadn't counted on. Her pee urgency happened, she told me, quickly. (I was a year ahead of her in school, and we were at a holiday party, she a senior, me just back from college. We had gotten into a conversation about having to pee...). About 5 minutes from her stop, she realized she was on the verge of peeing in her panties and on herself. She put her book bad over her lap and held herself, but a minute late she felt a small spurt in her panties, and a bit of wet warm pee on her hand, and she panicked. Not wanting to get off in the bad neighborhood, and scared she'd wet herself with two people across the aisle, she moved to the rear seat, all to herself, and other people facing forward. She feared she was going to pee her panties....she got up, another spurt, running down her legs a bit, and walked quickly to the rear seat. As she sat down she pulled up her dress just as a large spurt totally soaked her white cotton panties (I asked what type she was wearing), and she sat on the seat figuring that she had not control at this point. She partially let go and partially had little control, as her pee poured through her panties as she inched forward on the seat, her dress (she thought) pulled over her panties and around her waist. She looked around as she wet, relieved (pun intended) that no one was looking at her, or her pee now pooling on the bus floor. She managed to stop the flow, although she had to pee some more. She examined the damaged: absolutely soaked panties in the front and mostly up all of her ass. Her stop was approaching, and she, demure as she could be (which was not much) pulled her dress down as she stood up. Still no one looking at her...but as she pulled her dress down over her butt, she realized she had misjudged: it was soaking in the back. No choice, she got off the bus, this time noticing a girl and a man staring at her. Clearly they realized she had wet her dress. Off she got and walked the two blocks to her (fancy) apartment house, with a door and elevator man. The door man immediately saw her wet dress and asked what happened; she had to tell him: "I had an accident on the bus", as she quickly walked to the elevator. Carlos, one of the two elevator men, a guy who innocently flirted with her, opened the door for her, and he, too, realized she wet her dress. He was attractive and maybe in his mid 20's. Barbara knew he found her attractive, and liked that, but nothing had ever happened between them, nor would it now. But he said to her, "Barbara, what happened? Your dress is really wet in the back." She had to 'confess' she had wet herself. Standing in the elevator she realized that not only was her back wet, but somewhat also in the front where she had held herself as she began to pee. Carlos had a hard (also pun intended) time not starting at her, and Barbara noticed, she told me, his hard on under his somewhat tight pants. She decided not to focus on it. She got off at her floor, and went quickly into her apartment and her room, to get out of her pee wet clothes. As she put down her books she looked at herself in a full length mirror to discover to her, well not horror but distress, that her blue dress was almost entirely see through in the back where it was very wet. Her bikini white cotton panties were more than a pantiline, rather totally visible and themselves vaguely see through. She wondered as she undressed how many people saw her this way, knowing she had wet herself completely. Barbara and I reestablished our friendship some many years later, and I did remind her of her two wetting incidents in high school. Of course I asked had she had any accidents since then, but alas, she said none. I believe her, but too bad as she was a great image. Too bad I never saw her accidents. OK, this is longer than I had expected...enjoy, I hope. skywalker58, CookieRain, EvilTwin and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
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