WetNick88

And me!

I wet myself on a bus once many years ago when returning from a visit to London. It was an hour and a half journey, and I’d had a few beers. I knew from twenty minutes in I wasn’t going to make it. Fortunately the bus was mostly empty. Initially I tried just letting it out in spurts hoping it wouldn’t be too obvious but in the end I couldn’t avoid a major flood. I managed to ease my trousers down and piss on the seat (sorry bus company!) through my pants. It was one of my earliest adult wetting experiences and I was very turned on once I realised I could get away with it. My most daring public wetting was in a cinema on a ‘wet date’ with a very brave young woman I met online. We both wet and came during the film and then walked back to my hotel in wet jeans for more wet sex. Probably my most erotic encounter ever.

Oh, tell us more please! Accident or not? Did people notice?

Really enjoying this so far, look forward to the next chapter. I can’t wait!

So another two years later, can I bump this again in the hope Barry can finally end our wait!

Thank you. My thing is holding and wetting - see my most recent post of my personal experience. The writing isn't of you standard of course, but hope you like.

My favourite part so far? There have been so many! You set the bar pretty high with Mary Ann’s first wetting! Nina and K’s dumpster piss was good, and Mary Ann using the urinal when Cassie was in the stall too, especially the way you wrote it from Cassie’s pov.

So, two miles to go and I stopped to check my route. Suddenly the cold hit me, right in the bladder! I can’t lose it here, lots of people and broad daylight, these cycle leggings might be black but it would be obvious and there’s a woman and her child walking towards me just 100 meters away. I can’t even hold myself it would be too obvious. I try to hold, but I feel a squirt. God, I hope it doesn’t show. I bend down as if examining my bike for something, but really so I can check myself out. There is a penny sized spot of wetness but I’m sure it won’t show from more than ten meters away. Phew! I start off again, as I climb the next hill I’m not thinking about my need to pee any more, but as I race down the other side into the cold wind approaching home I am reminded. Surely I’ll make it though, yes there are the gates and I swing into the drive. Not a problem! I open the garage to fetch the bike cleaning kit, confident the need has been beaten off. Big mistake! As I straighten up with the kit in hand suddenly it’s flowing, filling the chamois pad and running down both legs, spattering onto the concrete floor. Oh the relief! (Not the best pic sorry, but you can see the pee on the floor and in my leggings)

Only found this topic a few days ago but have been glued to reading it ever since. So far I’m up to chapter 4, and it’s one of the best stories I’ve ever read. So much variety of omo, desperation, and peeing in public. Loving it!

Wonderful stuff, really enjoying your story telling.

Ooh, don’t stop there…! Loved it

Interesting idea. I already have a private google map of wetting locations, but I haven’t annotated it as I don’t trust the anonymity! So only I know what the locations mean. It’s a great way to relive older wettings. Having a public map we can all contribute to would be awesome provided privacy was maintained.