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    wendywetpants got a reaction from GeoTOmo in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from pantswetter34 in Sneaky wet leggings in public   
    I have been wanting to do a sneaky wetting in public for a while, but I am NOT interested in being seen or noticed at all, so I’ve always chickened out. 
    Today I decided to just go for it! I was going for a run, and I know from experience that my leggings hardly show any wetness. I’ve never wet in them before, but I’ve been plenty sweaty in them, and they’re basically sweat camouflage. 😄
    I even did a tiny dribble before I went out, both to reassure myself that it wouldn’t show, and to put myself in the right mood, so to speak. 😈
    It was a new experience to start a run with wet fabric touching my delicate areas! Very naughty. The run itself was uneventful, but on my cool-down walk I tried to let some out. Turns out I can’t actually pee while moving, so I stopped to “stretch”. While leaning on a lamppost, I was able to relax my muscles enough to let it flow. And WHAT. A. RUSH!!!
    I actually spurted a bit more forcefully than I had intended and had a moment of panic when I couldn’t immediately pinch off the flow! It kept going for a couple of seconds longer than I planned. I was only going for a sneaky wet spot right at my crotch — a little tiny leak — but instead I could feel the wetness run about a third of the way down both thighs. 🙀 
    I didn’t dare look down! There was nobody nearby, but I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself, in case it was very visible. While I was approaching my door, my neighbor waved at me from around 50 feet away, and I made like the Madagascar penguins, “just smile and wave!”, acutely aware of the wetness between my legs that I was hoping was not too visible. 
    Heart hammering, I made it inside and was relieved to find that it was almost impossible to spot the wetness, thank God! I could barely see it myself, knowing exactly where the outline was, so it would have been impossible for anyone else to see. 
    Holy crap, what an amazing feeling, though! I wet my pants in public (a little, at least), and got away with it! 💛 
    I think I’ll probably want to do that again…
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    wendywetpants reacted to Renatatswet in I peed during an online job interview   
    I had an online job interview this afternoon. I'm always nervous for these things. I don't know why, because I've done loads of them in my life, but they still make me nervous. Being nervous makes me want to pee.
    I made sure to go pee before the interview, twice!, logged in and we started. It was a quite attractive red haired woman, very friendly and open. I liked her, but I still was nervous.
    So we went through the usual stuff... Not very creative, as usual, questions like "What are your positive and negative points?", "Why would you like to work specifically for us?" and things like that. We went through my, a bit too long, CV, and so on, then talked about all sorts of things having to do with jobs in general. But I already had to pee like after 15 minutes and we were already more than half an hour in by then.
    Now, I want this job. I think for once it would be something I'd actually enjoy doing, so I didn't want to excuse myself to go to the loo after just over half an hour in. So I did my best not to squirm too much and stay focused. The problem is, when I have to go, I generally have to go now! I didn't want to come over as someone who can't control themselves, so I continued to stay still in my seat and answer the questions as calmly and composed as possible but after a while I was seriously on the verge of wetting myself.
    Then I had a bladder spasm and lost a spurt. I think I managed to keep a straight face, but then I just thought, fuck this! I'm just gonna quietly and slowly wet myself do I don't make a scene. It isn't visible under my desk, I'm wearing head phones, so she won't hear it, and that's what I did.
    I slowly let myself leak. I felt my knickers getting wet, then my tights, then my bum  and skirt underneath me, then my chair and felt it run down the back of my thighs, my legs, my feet, drip on the ground and make a puddle. And somehow, I managed to keep a straight face and did a good job at answering questions and asking some myself.
    I have no idea if I'm going to get the job or not, but I managed to pee myself without making a fool of myself during an interview. I'm quite proud of that!
    I had to rub one off after and it took no time to reach a very satisfying orgasm before I took a shower and put my skirt, knickers and tights in the wash...
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from Jdhdbdbdbb in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from pickle313 in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    (Here's a couple more chapters. Ch. 7 is short, but sweet, whereas ch. 8 is a little bit longer. CW: There is some diaper use for convenience in that one. I have not ever personally used/purchased diapers, so I have no idea about their capacity or what would have been available for purchase in 1999. If I'm way off, please suspend your disbelief for that part, lol.)
    Chapter 7: A trip to the beach
     
    Late August offered up some lovely weather, and June and Johnny decided to go to the beach. This could very well be their last opportunity this season, with courses starting up again soon.
    Secretly, June was excited for fall this year. With the new direction her life had taken, she planned to make the most of the months ahead, wearing long coats at every opportunity…
     
    She couldn’t get her adventure in town out of her head. Looking back, she didn’t get any of the panic and fear she had felt in the moment — all she could remember was the excitement and arousal at the wetness blooming in her pants. In public! 
     
    There were lots of people at the beach, but none of them were really close to her and Johnny. They had chosen to set up their little beach chairs a little bit off to the side. After swimming for a while, they were now lounging, warming up in the sun.
    “I can’t stop thinking about it,” June said quietly to Johnny.
    “About what?” Johnny said.
    “The day in town when I *wet* myself,” June said, whispering the word wet. “And then what we did after…”
    Johnny cocked an eyebrow at her in response.
    “It’s turning me on,” June admitted, blushing, but her eyes glittered at Johnny.
    “I kinda want to do it again…”
     
    Johnny didn’t immediately answer, but casually folded his hands across his lap where he sat, hiding the bulge June’s words had created.
    “Easy!” he said to June at last. “I’ll be arrested for indecency!”
    She grinned at him.
     
    “Now that you mention it, though…” he continued, quietly, so nobody would overhear. 
    “A thought occurred to me. I actually have to piss pretty bad right now. I was going to ask you to come swimming with me, to feel me warm up the water a little, but… what if I just go right here?”
    June whipped around to look at him. She could not believe what she was hearing.
    “You mean… in your shorts?” She took a deep breath. “On the chair?”
    Johnny nodded. Then he winked at her.
    June was so aroused that she had to squeeze her legs together. She wanted to touch herself, but didn’t dare with so many people around. Was he serious?
    Johnny adjusted himself through his shorts. He didn’t say anything, but held up a finger, as if to tell her to wait.
    “Ok,” he said finally. “I’m ready.”
    He rested his hands on the armrests of the low beach chair and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. June quickly glanced around. Nobody was paying them any attention, and Johnny just looked as if he was relaxing, enjoying the sunshine.
    Suddenly, a wet spot appeared to the left of the center front seam on Johnny’s dark blue swim shorts. June gasped.
    “Sssshhh,” Johnny whispered, but he did not stop.
    The wet spot grew, and with Johnny leaning back so far, it seemed to pool in his lap, before it ran between his legs and pattered onto the sand below through the plastic bands making up the seat of Johnny’s low chair. Johnny kept going and going, and June watched, mesmerized, as the wet spot on his shorts glistened in the sun. After around 30 seconds, Johnny heaved a great sigh and opened his eyes again. June could see a huge wet spot on the sand underneath his chair.
     
    “Well, that felt good,” Johnny said quietly, matter-of-factly. “I really had to go.”
    Lowering his voice even further, he leaned toward June. “My entire butt is wet!”
    June could not help a low whimper. She was so turned on it almost hurt.
    “Fuck me, that was hot!” she whispered.
    “That can be arranged,” Johnny said with a grin. “I think we’ll have to wait until we get home, though…”
     
    June kept sneaking glances at Johnny’s wet shorts. The wicking material of his swim shorts soon erased any trace of an actual wet spot, but the knowledge of what Johnny had done was enough to keep June aroused with a single glance over at them. 
     
    “Come on, babe, are you going to let me be the only one to sit here in wet shorts…?” he asked, when June snuck another glance over at him. “Don’t you have to pee?”
    June did have to pee. Her need had been building for a while now, and she had actually also been contemplating a swim when Johnny pulled his bold move. The pressure had only increased since, and she was getting close to desperate.
     
    “I do,” she confirmed to him. “Do you mind if I copy you?”
    “Not at all, babe,” he said and reached for her hand to hold it. “Go for it!”
    Cheeks burning and heart racing, June spread her legs slightly in the chair and relaxed. Pee shot out of her in a strong jet, and she could feel the wetness bloom across her crotch and spread down and back, across her entire butt. It pattered where it fell on the sand underneath her chair.
     
    Johnny drew in a sharp breath and squeezed her hand, but didn’t say anything.
    June also did not say anything, but leaned her head back and enjoyed the relief. She peed for what felt like forever, but it was probably only around 30 seconds.
     
    When her stream finally slowed and then stopped, she opened her eyes and met Johnny’s gaze. His eyes glittered and he smiled at her. 
    “Good?” he said.
    “Amazing!” June responded. In a whisper, she added: “Fuck! I’m so turned on right now!”
    Johnny said nothing, but casually folded his hands in his lap again. He grinned at her.
     
    ***
     
     
    Chapter 8: A happy Halloween
     
    Fall came and June’s life continued to be amazing. She and Johnny had decided to formally move in together, as they were spending virtually all their time together anyway, and Johnny was desperate to get away from his roommates.
    With their combined rent-paying ability, they were able to find a cute one-bedroom not far from June’s old studio. 
    Their respective studies were still demanding a lot from them both, but it was lovely to have Johnny around every day (and night). The new flat was also within walking distance from campus, and June enjoyed the fresh air on her walk back and forth each day, even as the air turned cold and crisp, heading into October. She frequently took advantage of the benefits of layering and long coats to have a little fun on the way home. Skirts had become her go-to outfits, and with thick tights or leggings underneath, it was simply too good to pass up.
     
    This crisp Wednesday afternoon was no different. June was wearing a gray wool mini skirt, with thick black tights underneath. Half-way home, she stopped and pretended to look at her phone for a minute, so she could relax and let a three second gush of pee soak into her panties and tights. The familiar bloom of warm wetness spread out across her crotch, and June had to stifle a moan. It felt sooo good! 
    “Hey! What’cha doin’?” said a bright voice right next to her suddenly.
    June startled at the sight of Angela, a girl in her program, catching up to her. She seemed eager to chat. 
    “Eh, oh, nothing, just got a text message,” June said, flustered, holding up her phone before putting it back in her pocket. Every fiber of her being was now acutely aware of the wetness in her pants, hidden by her skirt. Having no choice but to trust (and hope!) that her secret was well hidden, she composed herself and continued walking.
    “What’s up?”
    “I was just wondering if you and Johnny were going to the department Halloween party,” Angela said. “I heard everyone’s going all out for costumes this year.”
    “I don’t know,” June said. “Who’s going?”
    “Everyone!” Angela said. “I think everyone’s coming, except for Jared, Rosemary and Ethan.”
    June nodded at Angela’s mention of some of the people on the periphery of their program, whom nobody had expected to come.
    “You got a costume planned?” June asked.
    “Oh, yeah, I’m going as Holly Golightly,” Angela said. “You know, from Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”
     
    The theme of the party was Breakfast. She had already heard countless people talk about dressing up as characters from the Breakfast Club, or, indeed, Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Other, slightly more creative ideas she had heard circulating, was dressing up as Mrs. Butterworth syrup or, simply, as bacon.
     
    “What about you?” Angela asked.
    “Don’t know yet, but I think it’ll be food related,” said June.
    They chatted for a few minutes, until June had to turn left onto her street and Angela was continuing straight.
     
    As soon as they had said goodbye and June was alone on her street, she breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t expected to have to make small talk with wet underwear under her skirt! The wet fabric had clung to her as they walked, impossible to ignore, but June was confident Angela had no idea. She had gotten away with it! Feeling this secret wetness while her friend walked beside her, oblivious, had been incredibly arousing, and now June picked up her phone.
     
    Johnny answered almost immediately.
    “Hey, are you home?” June asked.
    “Yeah, why?” Johnny wondered.
    “Alone, right?” June added.
    “Yeees…?”
    She could tell from Johnny’s voice that he was catching on, and she could practically hear his smirk through the phone.
    “Why…?”
    “Just making sure,” June said, as she casually dribbled slowly into her underwear and had to suppress a moan.
     
    Their new driveway was private, with no neighbors with a view to their side yard, so June daringly let her third deliberate dribble continue long enough to leave wet streaks down her tights far below the hem of her skirt.
    Johnny had apparently been waiting, because he opened the door and leaned against the doorframe, watching her walk up. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and his eyes glittered.
    “I, uh, may have… uh… wet myself a little…” June said, as Johnny pulled her in for a kiss.
    “I can see that!” Johnny said. “Although a little may be an understatement…”
     
    ***
     
    After a most satisfying shower with Johnny and a change of clothes, they were cuddled up on the couch together.
    “I’ve had an idea for costumes for the Halloween party,” June said. “If you want to go?”
    “That depends,” Johnny said. “How ridiculous am I going to look?”
     
    The idea had come to her after she and Angela had parted ways. The sensation of wet underwear against her skin while talking with a friend as if nothing was amiss, had triggered something in June. She wanted to feel that again. She even wanted to take it one step further; she wanted to be able to let pee flow into her pants while talking to a friend as if nothing was amiss. The ultimate thrill! But how to go undetected? 
    She had started thinking about Halloween costumes and the weird shapes they sometimes had. Some of them even had lots of padding to fill out these shapes. And then! The idea had suddenly occurred to her. A diaper! She could get an adult diaper to wear underneath her costume, and nobody would know because of all the padding. It was a little out there, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it.
     
    “Listen, this is a bit out there, but hear me out,” she said to Johnny.
    “I want to be a bowl of Froot Loops,” she continued, and quickly explained her vision.
    Johnny just stared at her, brows furrowed. He didn’t get it.
    “I think I can make it quite easily and it won’t cost a lot of money either. But here’s the thing. I won’t be able to go to the bathroom in it, and I imagine it will be a nightmare to take off, so I have two options. I can either hold it all night and get really desperate in the end. You might have to take me home early. Or… I can wear a diaper underneath…”
     
    Realization dawned on Johnny, and he chuckled softly, planting a kiss on top of her head.
    “I see,” he said. “I get it now. I’ve seen the mountains of laundry that seem to keep accumulating. I saw your tights when you came home today. You really want to try option two, don’t you?”
     
    “Yeah…” she said and blushed, hiding her face against his chest. “Is that weird?”
    “Nah,” he said. “Plus, if things go the way I expect they will, there’ll be a nice little bonus for me at the end of the night, won’t it…? You’ll be all riled up!” He grinned at her.
    “So, about your costume,” June said. “I figured you could either go as Toucan Sam, to complement my cereal bowl, or you could go as Jason, from Friday the 13th.”
    Johnny just stared at her again.
     
    “Jason?” he said. “You lost me. Why Jason? Isn’t that the dude with the hockey mask?”
    “Yup,” June said. “You’d be a cereal killer…”
    Johnny groaned.
     
    ***
     
    The party was in three days. Johnny had decided to go as Jason after all, so he was all set. June was almost finished with her costume, and she was rather pleased with herself.
    She had found a giant plastic tub to use for the bowl, and she had cut out holes in the bottom for her legs to go through. To hide her butt from view and to create a platform for her “froot loops” to rest on, she had sewn a white sheet into a circle skirt of sorts, with an elastic waist. She had glued the “hem” of this skirt to the inside edges of the plastic tub, and then glued cut-up pool noodles in different colors all over this skirt. They did, in fact, look like giant froot loops. For effect, she had cut out some stiff cardboard in the shape of a spoon handle, glued that to a stick for rigidity, and then covered the whole thing in aluminum foil before gluing it to the inside of the bowl. It looked great. She was pleased with it. Now she just had to get the final part of the costume. The secret part.
     
    She had been sitting outside the pharmacy for fifteen minutes already, working up the courage to go in. She was in a part of town where nobody knew her, and she had her fake backstory ready. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and walked into the pharmacy.
     
    Five minutes later, she was back out in her car, and she let out a sigh of relief. Nobody in the pharmacy had cared, or asked questions. And there, in the passenger seat, sat the final part of her costume. A package of adult incontinence briefs. Like, actual, high absorbency pull-on briefs, not pads. There were twenty-five in the package. Twenty-five!
    As soon as she got home, she pulled open the packaging and pulled one out. It looked … strange. She had snuck a couple of baby diapers as a child, but she had never seen one in her size.
     
    “You should try it out beforehand,” Johnny said. “You know, find out how much it can hold. You don’t want to find yourself suddenly overflowing with lots of people around.”
    June did NOT, in fact, want to find herself overflowing with lots of people around — Johnny made an excellent point.
    She walked into the bathroom, stripped bare on her lower half and pulled one on. It felt really strange. The bulk between her legs felt especially weird, but not altogether uncomfortable. She would potentially be using one of these this weekend, with other people around. June’s pulse quickened, and she could feel her arousal building. She didn’t want to walk around in just the diaper, that felt weird, so she pulled on a loose skirt over the top. The diaper rustled softly when she moved. That was unexpected. Would other people be able to hear that? Nah, her pool noodle froot loops were already crinkly and squeaky — an additional soft rustle would probably not be heard over talking and music and the general noises of her costume.
     
    “How does it feel?” Johnny asked.
    “Weird,” June responded.
     
    They went about their afternoon, and halfway into dinner preparations, June felt a slight twinge from her bladder. Figuring there was no time like the present, she let go completely into her diaper. Pee gushed out of her, and at first it felt like a normal wetting — the warm wetness bloomed across her crotch like it normally bloomed out through her underwear. But that was where the similarities ended. As she kept going, the wetness felt both more contained, but also wetter, somehow. Like the diaper acted like a dam, collecting all of her pee. Nothing ran down her legs. Instead, the accumulating pee felt blazing hot against her skin, like she was sitting in a giant hot tub. At one point, June was afraid pee was about to start gushing out the top and sides, and she froze in the middle of chopping an onion.
    “What?” Johnny asked.
    “I’m peeing…” June whispered, still frozen on the spot.
    Her flow slowed and then stopped completely. Empty and relieved, June felt the hot wetness slowly wick away, until the briefs felt completely dry against her skin. Weird.
    She felt the outside of her briefs. Perfectly dry. They felt warm to the touch and definitely bulkier than when she had pulled them on, but they were completely dry.
    “Weird!” she whispered again, almost to herself, and went back to chopping her onion.
     
    “I’m afraid to sit down,” June said to Johnny when dinner was ready. 
    “What if it leaks?”
    “Just try it,” Johnny said. “Worst case, we clean up after eating. No big deal.”
    June sat down gingerly on her chair. The bulk of the briefs felt very strange between her legs, but there was no leaking. So weird!
     
    While cleaning up after dinner, June relaxed and peed into her diaper again. This time, too, she got the strange “hot tub” feeling as the pee spread out inside, before the wetness just … slowly disappeared.
    “You should keep it on all night,” Johnny said. “Just keep using it. We’ll get the picnic blanket out and watch a movie or something. You need to figure out how much it can hold.”
     
    So they did. They put on Friday the 13th Part III on DVD, since Johnny was going to be Jason for the party. June gulped down soda and peed a couple more times into her diaper, which still seemed to be holding up. As the movie started to get more intense, however, she forgot about her plan to release small, frequent spurts and just held it, her whole body tense with the tension on the screen. When the end credits rolled and she finally released a deep breath, she realized how much she needed to pee.
     
    “I really have to pee,” she confessed to Johnny. “I’m afraid if I just let it go now, this thing’ll overflow and I’ll make a huge mess! It’s so full already!”
    “Just try it,” Johnny said. “If it leaks, it leaks. It’s not like we haven’t cleaned up pee before. Just go as slow as you can.”
    June nodded. She started to get up, but Johnny held her back.
    “Just stay, babes. I want to watch you.” He kissed her head, which was resting on his chest.
    June nodded and settled back into the cuddle. Her arousal was sparking again. She relaxed and tried to let her pee out as slowly as possible, but that was difficult, given how full her bladder had gotten. Her bladder spasmed and released a couple of strong gushes before she was able to control her flow and reduce it to a mere trickle. She was breathing heavily with the effort, and the measured relief was sending her arousal levels sky high.
    “Fuck, that feels good!” June said. Johnny kissed the top of her head again.
    June kept going for what felt like a long time, before her steady trickle stopped.
    “I’m afraid to stand up,” June said, but got up anyway. No leaks! Amazingly, there were no leaks! 
    “Wow,” Johnny said. “That’s impressive! How does it feel?”
    “Still weird,” June said. “I don’t think this will be something I do very often, because I kinda miss feeling the wet fabric, and it doesn’t really feel ‘real’ without that wetness. Also, the bulk between my legs feels … wrong, somehow, but… for a one-time experience, I think I might like it.”
     
    ***
     
    The day of the Halloween party had arrived, and June was feeling nervous. Was she really going to go through with this? What if somebody saw? What if somebody found out? What if it leaked and someone saw? What if she was discovered wearing a diaper!?
    She was spiraling, and she knew it. “Get it together, June!” she thought to herself. “Nobody will see. Nobody will find out. And it’s not like you can back out now, you can’t go to the bathroom in this costume!”
     
    She took a deep breath and went to the bathroom one last time, before she pulled on her diaper — she still wasn’t used to the weird bulk between her legs — and then the rest of her costume. Johnny had to help tie the straps that went underneath her top and held her bowl up, and then help her into her shoes, because she could not bend properly when she was dressed as cereal, and her shoes would not fit through her leg holes.
     
    When they got to the party, June’s costume was a big hit with everybody and she was fielding question after question about how she had made it and everyone wanted to comment on how creative it was. They also laughed at Johnny’s “cereal killer” costume in relation to hers. Despite herself, June relaxed and had a great time. She had decided that frequent, low-volume spurts of pee would probably be the best strategy for the night, instead of holding and letting go a large gush that would increase the likelihood of overflowing and leaking. She figured that people who actually were incontinent, would likely have a pattern of release like that. Not that she any idea what that was like, not really, but it would make sense, right?
     
    So, at the first twinge of her bladder, June decided to go for it. While talking to a friend from one of the classes in her program, she relaxed and peed. It was surprisingly difficult with so many people around, but she eventually managed. 
     
    The familiar bloom of warm wetness across her entire crotch caused her to space out completely from the conversation. June could feel her cheeks burning, and she likely had those red splotches on her neck and chest that she always got when she was stressed about something. Her heart felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest. When she was again able to focus and be fully present in the room, she had to ask her friend to repeat herself. She had wet herself in the middle of this packed room, deep in conversation with her friend, and NOBODY knew about it! She had PEED herself! In public! With lots of people around! And nobody knew!
     
    Fuck! What a rush! June could not stop grinning, and she was so turned on that her entire sex throbbed painfully.
    She locked eyes with Johnny across the room. He was talking to a mutual friend of theirs.
    She just raised her eyebrows at him and grinned widely.
    He cocked an eyebrow and winked at her, then pursed his lips in an air kiss.
     
    June’s arousal stayed at a simmering low burn all evening, fed by her constant dribbles and small spurts into her diaper at the faintest twinge from her bladder. She got better at relaxing as the night progressed, and she likely had the widest grin of all in the ‘most creative costume’ group photo she posed for. It was for the faculty newsletter, and June wondered what her peers would think if they knew she was gushing pee into her pants right as the photo was taken. She prayed they would never know, but she doubted she would ever be able to think of anything else every time she saw the photo.
    By the time the party was dying down, June was ready to go home. It felt like her diaper was approaching capacity, and she was ready to get out of her bowl and be able to sit down properly again. She and Johnny said their goodbyes and started walking home.
    “So, how was it?” Johnny asked as they made their way home at a leisurely pace. June couldn’t walk very fast due to her costume. “You ok?”
     
    “I hate the bulk and the heaviness,” June said. “I won’t be making these a regular thing. But FUCK! The THRILL of just letting go whenever I want and the sensation of secretly gushing into my pants WHILE I’m talking to someone, and they have no idea?!? It’s the best feeling ever! I’ve seriously been turned on since we arrived.”
    “Have you now…?” said Johnny, cocking his eyebrow at her again. “Well… I have a remedy for that when we get home…”
     
    June moaned and leaned in to kiss him. Without even thinking about it or consciously deciding to, she could feel herself peeing. She gasped.
    “What?” Johnny asked.
    “I peed!” June exclaimed. “It wasn’t on purpose, it just happened! Oh, no! What if I can’t stop now?”
     
    “Relax!” Johnny said. “You won’t forget how to hold it after just one night. It’s just because you’re still wearing that thing and you’ve been doing it all night. You’ll be fine.”
    “I hope so,” June murmured. “Turns me on, though…” she added. “Fuck, I’m so turned on!”
    She had been holding back on the drinking at the party, both to stay in control of her … situation, and to limit her fluid intake somewhat, but the little bit of alcohol in her system was making her feel reckless again now that it was just her and Johnny.
    “I think we need to get the picnic blanket out, babe,” she giggled.
    “Fuck, yes!” Johnny responded, his eyes glittering.
     
    June retreated to the bathroom alone to remove her very heavy diaper when they got home. No leaks! June was very impressed, but it did not feel like a very sexy thing to her, removing the soggy briefs, so she preferred to do it solo. In addition, since her first release into them had been hours ago, there was also a tiny bit of a smell, which she did not care for. So she got naked from the waist down and cleaned up quickly with a washcloth before she joined Johnny in the bedroom. The picnic blanket had been carefully spread out over the bed, and he was draped across it in a mock seductive position, dressed only in his boxer briefs, with a grin on his face.
    June was about ready to jump his bones, but he pulled her down on to the bed with him, snuggling in and kissing her deeply. She put her hand down to grab his semi-erect cock through his boxer briefs and gasped when she felt the material grow hot and wet under her touch.
    Johnny was peeing! Johnny was peeing on her hand!
    She broke the kiss and just stared at him, eyes glittering, but she did not remove her hand, and the wet trickle under her fingers continued for several seconds before it stopped. Johnny was lying partially on his left side, facing her, and the entire front and left side of his boxer briefs were soaked, as was the picnic blanket underneath them.
    “What?” he said with a mischievous grin. “I didn’t want to let you have all the fun this evening. I felt left out!”
    “You don’t mind, do you?” he added, with mock concern.
    June rolled onto her back and pulled Johnny with her, on top of her.
    “I do NOT mind,” she said and kissed him. 
    “THAT was HOT! Fuck! You’re making me so horny! I want you in me. Now.”
    Johnny turned her around, so that she was on her hands and knees with her back to him. He pulled his wet boxer briefs down and gently guided himself into position. As he slid into her, she could feel his wet boxers against the backs of her thighs, and June moaned in pleasure and sunk down onto her elbows. Fuck, that felt good! He always got her G-spot in this position. While thrusting slowly, turning June inside out with pleasure, Johnny reached around and started gently massaging her clit. June let out a whimper, close to climax already. 
    “God, you feel so good on my cock!” Johnny said and continued his slow thrusting and gentle massage. “You looked gorgeous tonight, you know. Cereal bowl and all. Fuck! You were so sexy. You were practically glowing! All I could think about tonight was you getting all riled up from your secret naughty business, and I was half-hard all night.”
     
    June could only moan in response. The stimulation of her G-spot and clit at the same time had rendered her speechless. She felt the urge to pee and didn’t fight it. It hissed underneath Johnny’s fingers, and splashed everywhere, but he just increased his speed and pressure. June came hard, her muscles clenching in a steady rhythm.
    “Fuck! Yes! Oh, God, yes! Jesus!” she heard Johnny say, and his thrusting became faster and more forceful, until he, too, came, and she could feel him spill inside her.
     
    They collapsed on the bed beside each other, breathing heavily.
    “I still have to pee,” Johnny whispered. “Do you… Can I…?”
    “Do it!” June said. “Just stay. Don’t get up. Hold me.” She squeezed his arm underneath her and snuggled even closer to him as the little spoon. Her entire back was pressed up against Johnny’s front, and suddenly she felt a warm gushing against her butt. Wetness pooled underneath their bodies.
    They stayed snuggled up until the wetness started to cool before they got up and carefully cleaned up everything and took a shower, giggling the entire time.
    Clean-up really was a bitch, but it was sooo worth it!
     
    ***
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from pickle313 in June's wet adventures   
    I still have a few chapters written out, så here's another instalment. 
    There's explicit sex in this one, too, and probably in all the chapters going forward... 😈

    Chapter 5: A covert thrill
     
    “You know, I would’ve pissed my pants way sooner if I had known that would be the end result,” Johnny said, after they had both showered and were cuddled up in bed.
    “I really like this take-charge side of you.”
    June blushed and hid her face against his chest.
     
    “Did you like it?” she asked him. “The wetting part, I mean,” she clarified.
    Johnny thought for a moment.
     
    “To be honest, I don’t know,” he said. “I definitely did not care for the panic and pain. It hurt so much, and I was trying so hard to not piss my pants. I had no intention of pissing myself,” he admitted. “The intention was just to make myself have to go really bad, to see if it did anything for me. I had every intention of making it to the toilet. I was really bursting when we left the movie theater, but I still thought I had everything under control. In the car, though, it started to really hurt, and I started to get really concerned I was going to lose it and piss all over myself and my car seat. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see your house!”
     
    He chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head, where it rested on his shoulder.
    “I really thought I was going to make it, but then my bladder just sort of… spasmed, and piss just started coming out. I couldn’t stop it! It came out slow at first, but then it just started gushing, and I had no control over it. I panicked! I flat out panicked, and I fumbled so much with my buttons, I thought I would never get my pants down. I could feel it soaking into my boxers and run down my leg. I was like a hose that had sprung a leak! It kept coming out as I fished my cock out, and I pissed all over my hand, but I finally got it out, and your flower bed was the best option. It felt fucking amazing to finally relax and let go, though!”
     
    He smiled, and June kissed his neck, just underneath his ear.
     
    “When I was finally empty,” he continued. “I was so embarrassed. Fuck! You have no idea… I could feel you standing there beside me, you know, watching me. You had seen everything! I felt like an absolute fool for losing control like that. I was almost afraid to lift my eyes and look at you, I was so ashamed. But then you… you amazing woman… your eyes just lit up and you smiled… and I think I tried to explain myself, you know, I was rambling, and then you just… kissed me.”
     
    He smiled again, pulling her closer to him.
     
    “You just shut me up with a kiss, and then you touched the spot where I had pissed in my pants, and I just… I felt you wanting me, and I wanted you, and I got hard, and… fuck! I don’t know, I didn't feel so embarrassed anymore. Instead it felt… exciting, I don't know. Maybe I was still high on the relief, but I didn't mind the wetness so much when I could see you clearly didn’t mind. I don’t know, I might try it again sometime when I’m in control.”
     
    “Fuck, yes! Please…” June murmured against his neck.
    Johnny grinned and rolled on top of her, kissing her deeply.
     
    ***
     
    That summer was the best June had ever known. She and Johnny grew really close, and they experimented with wetting in private. Johnny concluded he didn’t really get turned on by wetting himself, but he didn’t mind it at all, and it never failed to get June all hot and bothered when he did. That was something he did get turned on by, so he was happy to join in every now and then. He also got turned on by June indulging, whether it be light holding in public, where June whispered in his ear that she had to pee and put on a discrete show of crossing or jiggling her legs, or the occasional wetting in private, where she could be more explicit about it. It wasn’t so much the wetting itself that turned him on, he had confided in her, but Johnny knew how much it turned June on, and therefore both holding and wetting were extremely sexy to him. He had told her he liked that she trusted him enough to share her authentic self with him. That was what he found sexy.
     
    June thrived. She didn’t feel like she had to hide part of herself away anymore. From everybody else, sure, she didn’t want anyone else knowing her private business, but she could be herself with Johnny, in a way she had never been able to be fully herself with anyone. Recently, she had started thinking about trying something new. Growing up, societal norms had instilled in her the idea that to wet herself was to have an “accident”. Her explorations with Johnny had severed this connection in her head. She didn’t have to have an accident, pretend or otherwise! There was no need to hold until she couldn’t anymore. In fact, she preferred when she didn’t. Deliberately letting her pee gush into her pants at the place and moment of her choosing was an incredibly erotic act for her, and now she was wondering if there was some way of doing that in public, but in such a way that nobody would know what she had done. She figured that would be the ultimate thrill, the ultimate breaking of a taboo: She didn’t lose control in an accident, she deliberately flouted convention and propriety. 
     
    One Saturday evening in early August, June and Johnny were at a barbecue party with some friends. June had had a couple of wine coolers and was feeling adventurous. People had started talking about going out to a club, but that was not at all what June had in mind.
    She found Johnny in the kitchen, talking to a mutual acquaintance of theirs. The music was really loud, so June just raised her chin in greeting. Then she leaned in close against Johnny, kissed his neck and whispered huskily in his ear. 
     
    “I really have to pee, and I want to have some fun. Let’s get out of here. Meet me outside in five minutes and walk home with me?”
     
    She felt Johnny stiffen briefly beside her and knew he understood what she meant. His eyes glittered and he cocked an eyebrow at her as she kissed him lightly on the lips and walked away again to go say goodbye to her friends.
     
    It was a nice late summer evening, and June was wearing a floaty, floral dress with spaghetti straps and a flared skirt that ended at mid-thigh. She didn’t trust this dress in the wind, however, so she was also wearing bike shorts underneath. A light cardigan was enough to keep her warm.
    The walk back to her flat wasn’t super long, but it was made much longer by Johnny constantly pressing her up against fences and lampposts to kiss her.
     
    June was getting increasingly turned on. It was a nice, balmy evening, her boyfriend was hot, her bladder was pleasantly full, and the alcohol in her system made her feel reckless.
     
    “So you have to pee, huh?” Johnny asked teasingly as he pulled her close and kissed her again. He was also a little tipsy, it seemed. “How bad is it? Can you hold it?”
    June was so aroused, she moaned into his kiss.
    “I can hold it,” she said. “But I don’t want to.”
    “Is that so?” Johnny said with a wicked grin as they started walking again.
     
    June shot a glance at their surroundings. Nobody around. They were alone.
    “Yeah,” June said. Her bladder was starting to feel really full, and she longed to let some out.
    “I might wet myself,” she continued, with a mock serious look on her face. And then she giggled. She leaned against the next lamppost and pulled Johnny close for a kiss.
    “No kidding,” Johnny said against her mouth, still grinning. “Can I feel?”
     
    June could feel his erection press against her lower abdomen, where it was straining against the fly of his pants. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled her lower body slightly away from him and guided his hand up the front of her dress. He stroked her swollen clit gently through her bike shorts, and June moaned. Without giving herself time to think too hard about what she was doing, she relaxed and released a powerful spurt of pee into her underwear.
    Johnny drew in a sharp breath, but did not remove his hand or break their kiss. June could feel the wet flood soak into her underwear and bike shorts, warming her entire crotch area. It seeped down the inside thighs of her bike shorts, but she did not stop it until she could feel it start to run down her bare legs.
     
    She pulled away from Johnny and looked down. The rivulets down her legs continued for a few seconds longer, and there was a noticeable wet spot on the pavement between her feet.
     
    “Oops?” June said, mischievously, as she looked back up at Johnny, her heart hammering. She had done it! She had peed her pants in public! What a thrill!
     
    “Daring!” Johnny said, smirking, and with a cocked eyebrow. His eyes glittered at her as he casually wiped his wet hand on his pants, and they started walking again.
    “I know,” June said, still breathless. “I figured with the dress… you can’t really see it… Fuck! What a thrill! My heart is beating so fast!”
     
    They turned a corner and noticed a figure up ahead, walking in their direction on the sidewalk. None of them said anything until the guy had passed them and continued on his way, but June was freaking out. She was flat-out panicking.
     
    “Holy fuck, I wet myself in public! Why didn’t you remind me there are other PEOPLE in public!?” June panic-whispered to Johnny when she was sure the guy was far enough behind them that he would not overhear. “My pants are soaking wet right now, and that guy was just feet away from me! He looked at my legs, too! What if he could tell?! My legs are wet! My SHOES are wet!”
     
    “Relax,” Johnny said quietly, grinning at her. “Of course he looked at your legs, you look fucking hot in that dress! But unless you plan on lifting your skirt up and showing people your wet underwear, nobody can see anything.”
     
    “But I know…” he teased, his devilish grin back on his face. “You’ve been naughty!”
    She grinned back.
     
    They walked in silence for a couple of minutes, and June was getting more and more turned on by the wetness of her bike shorts against her skin.
    After checking once more that there was nobody else around, June stopped walking and turned to Johnny, pulling him in for another kiss.
    “I am so turned on right now!” she said. “I can’t wait to get home so I can get you inside me.”
     
    She kissed him deeply and touched the front of his pants, where his erection strained at his fly. He moaned quietly. Feeling extremely aroused, June relaxed and let her pee flow freely into her pants for several seconds.
     
    “I’m peeing,” she said huskily, in between kisses, and Johnny drew a sharp breath. Her entire crotch warmed under the flow, and her sensitive clit throbbed in response to the tickling torrent. Her already saturated bike shorts could not absorb the sudden deluge, which rushed down the inseam of her shorts before it cascaded down her bare legs and splashed noisily on the ground between her feet.
     
    June could not help but moan quietly before she broke off the kiss and her stream, and stepped away from the unmistakable puddle, pulling Johnny along.
     
    By the time they made it to June’s flat, they were all over each other. Johnny took her cardigan off before they even got in the door. June peeled off her underwear and bike shorts, both soaking wet and cold, and threw them on the floor, but she kept her dress on. Johnny unbuttoned his shorts and pulled his boxer briefs down a little, but did not take them off all the way. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open, but he did not take it off. He sat down on her desk chair and beckoned with his finger for her to join him. June realized what he was doing. He was going to let her get his clothes all wet when she inevitably let herself go, and she went absolutely feral with arousal.
     
    “Come ride me, sexy,” he said, his eyes near black with lust. “Don’t hold back, I want you wet.”
     
    By the time she had lowered herself onto his lap, facing the wrong way round on the chair, he was already hard underneath her. She guided him into position and moaned with pleasure as she took the entire length of him into her. He gripped her ass firmly with both hands under her dress.
     
    “Fuck, yes, that’s it!” she breathed. “I’m already close, babe, I’ve been turned on all night thinking about what I was going to do, dying to feel you inside me.”
    She rode him slowly up and down, gyrating her hips.
     
    “Oh, Jesus, fuck, you feel good!” Johnny moaned. “I’ve been hard ever since you pissed on my hand back there. Fucking hell, that was a bold move! It turned you on, didn’t it? I know it did. You dirty girl you! And that turns me on. God, I love it when you initiate!”
     
    June could only moan in response. Her breathing quickened and she was on the verge of coming already.
     
    “Don’t hold back!” Johnny said breathily, grabbing her ass tighter as he thrusted deeper into her. “Let yourself go! It’s so fucking hot when you unleash yourself on me!”
    June raised herself up on his cock, before lowering herself again slowly, looking straight into his eyes as she relaxed. Johnny gasped when the hot pee hit his lower abdomen and splashed everywhere, soaking into their clothes and forming a puddle on the floor, but he held her gaze and moved his hips to thrust deep into her.
     
    June moaned as her orgasm took her. Her pee became a roaring torrent before slowing to a mere trickle, and her pussy contracted and pulsed around Johnny’s cock. Awash in hormones and severely blissed out, she was vaguely aware of him increasing his frequency before spilling inside her. 
     
    After taking a few seconds to just breathe, she opened her eyes and met Johnny’s gaze.
    “That was fucking amazing,” he said. “The whole thing. I can’t believe you fucking peed on my hand in public!” 
     
    They both laughed.
     
    “Well, you asked if you could feel!” June said. “It’s your own damn fault!”
    She looked around at where they sat.
    “Shame about the mess, though…”
     
    There was, indeed, a mess. The skirt of her dress was wet, Johnny’s pants and shirttails were wet, and there was even a wet handprint on Johnny’s shirt near the shoulder. June assumed she had put her hand in the way of her stream at some point, before grabbing on to him. And last, but not least, there was a giant puddle on the floor.
    “Worth it,” Johnny said, and kissed her. “You’re so sexy when you let everything go like that. Free and uninhibited. The clean-up is totally worth it.”
     
    ***
     

    Chapter 6: A daring adventure
     
    A week or so later, June came home to a wrapped present waiting for her on the kitchen table. 
    “What’s this?” she asked Johnny. “It’s not my birthday?”
    “I know,” Johnny said. “This is really a present for both of us.”
    His eyes glittered as she unwrapped it, but June was confused about the giant sheet of plaid fabric that was inside. It was enormous, and she had no idea what it was.
    “Technically, it’s a picnic blanket,” Johnny said. “But we’re not going on a picnic.”
    June just raised her eyebrows, still confused.
    “Look, the back is waterproof,” Johnny said. “I’m tired of hard surfaces and sharp corners poking me when we’re … having fun…” His voice trailed off and he smirked.
     
    June’s face lit up, as the penny finally dropped.
    “So… we can… let loose…” She grinned. “And it won’t ruin the mattress? And we won’t even have to change the sheets?”
    “That’s the idea,” Johnny replied, grinning back.
     
    ***
     
    A couple of days later, June was running errands in town. It was a dreary day, and she was wearing her old raincoat that came down almost to her knees, over a pair of black corduroy pants. Her mind was filled with fantasies of what she wanted to do with Johnny on the picnic blanket, which they had yet to try out, when she felt the first twinges of her bladder filling up. Firmly entrenched in a wetting mindset, June’s first instinct had been to just relax and let it flow. She was so turned on already, thinking about the endless opportunities her new blanket represented, that the pee was already at the opening, about to come out, before she realized where she was and what she was doing.
    She gasped and clamped her muscles tight, pulling the pee back up into her bladder. What the hell was that? Was she out of her fucking mind!?! She furtively looked around. Nobody seemed to have noticed her gasp or little curtsy to stop herself from peeing.
     
    The thought niggled, though… What if she did let some pee out? Her pants were black. She was wearing a long raincoat. In theory… nobody would have any idea…
     
    June’s heart was racing. Was she actually considering this? She, who had previously been all about stealth and secrecy, about eliminating all risks of public exposure, was actually considering wetting her pants in broad daylight? In town, with lots of people around?
    She was. Yes. She was, in fact, considering it.
     
    As she completed the rest of her errands, it was all she could think about. Her bladder was also filling up, and she was now at that stage that never failed to get her arousal up. The need was insistent, with a constant pressure, but she was not yet in any pain or afraid she might not be able to hold it.
    Her new mobile phone beeped in her pocket. Her parents had bought it for her; they were getting tired of trying to reach her through her landlady and wanted to be able to call her whenever they wanted. It was a Nokia 3210, and June loved it. Text messages were fast becoming her favorite way to communicate, and she and Johnny were constantly texting each other when they weren’t together.
     
    She pulled her phone out and saw she had a text message from Johnny. 
    What do u want 4 dinner? 
    He was coming over that afternoon, like most afternoons, and he had promised to make her dinner. June texted back: 
    Don’t know
    But then an idea occurred to her, and her stomach did that swoopy thing. She smiled.
    How about a picnic? 😛
    Then she sent a picture message of an umbrella, and added: 
    We might get wet tho…
     
    June’s phone instantly blew up with text messages from Johnny, demanding to know what she was up to. June just sent a winky-face back to him and did not elaborate.
     
    Right. She was doing this, then. Was she? Was she really doing it? 
    June took a deep breath, but her heart kept racing, beating away like a jackhammer inside her chest. Her sex already throbbed with arousal, and she could feel herself getting wet.
    Her errands completed, June found her stop and pretended to read the bus schedule, even though she knew perfectly well her bus was scheduled to arrive in five minutes. Without giving herself time to reconsider, she stood with her legs hip-width apart and relaxed her muscles. Pee immediately trickled into her underwear, which, to be fair, was already pretty wet from her arousal, and June had to suppress a gasp as the hot wetness bloomed across her crotch, expanding forward and backward, soaking into her corduroy pants.
     
    Quickly, she pinched off the flow. Fuck! What had she done? Was she insane?!
    Without any alcohol in her system, like last time, June had a moment of panic. She forced herself to take a deep breath and think rationally about it. Nobody could see anything. Her coat covered her almost to the knees, and her pants were black. A casual glance down told her there were no drops on the ground, and she had not felt anything run down her legs. Her secret was safe.
     
    June’s bus came, and she got on it. Thankfully, it was full enough that her choosing to stand would not seem odd. It wasn’t like she could sit down in wet pants! Despite her earlier panic, June could not suppress a little smile. She had just peed her pants! In public! In broad daylight! The wetness was rapidly cooling, and as she swayed with the movements of the bus navigating traffic, she could feel the wet fabric cling to her skin. It was incredibly arousing, and June could feel her cheeks heat slightly. She still had to pee, but she didn’t dare let any more out while on the bus. What if some drops fell on the floor? Not only would she be mortified if anyone saw anything, but it would also feel like vandalism somehow. She didn’t want anyone else to have to clean up after her.
     
    Her stop was just a few minutes’ walk from her flat, and she was the only one who got off there. A quick glance around told her there were nobody else around either. “Yet another perk of living outside the city center,” June thought to herself.
     
    With her pulse racing yet again, she relaxed and let another gush of pee soak into her pants for a couple of seconds. Her already sodden underwear could not contain it all, and she could feel the wetness soak into her pants, making its way down the inside of her thighs. To her horror, she felt a rivulet of pee snake its way down her entire leg and soak into her sock. Gasping, she pressed her legs together. Oh, no! Too much! She had let out too much! What if her pants showed a visible wet streak down her leg below her coat?! 
     
    With her heart hammering, June bent down and pretended to scratch an itch on her knee. Discretely, she inspected the damage. Nothing. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God.
    She had gotten away with it. Grinning to herself, she straightened and started walking the short distance to her flat, arousal building with every step.
     
    Johnny was waiting at the door when she arrived, leaning on the door frame. 
    “A picnic, eh?” he said, eyes glittering. “Did someone have fun in town today?”
    He watched her closely as she removed her raincoat and hung it up.
    “I might have…” June said, blushing as she toed her shoes off and put them away.
    “I had to pee, you see, and then I remembered that I was wearing a long coat and black pants, and… well, I… was a little naughty…”
    Johnny just moved in and kissed her. Over his shoulder, June could see into the combined living room and bedroom. The picnic blanket was already spread out across the big bed, covering everything. Johnny pulled her toward it, still kissing her.
    “You’re fucking bold, and I love it!” Johnny said against her lips. 
     
    “Your god damn text messages, I was going out of my mind, imagining how turned on you were making yourself out there, on your way home to me.”
    He unbuttoned her pants and put his hand into her sodden underwear, finding her clit. June gasped and thrust her hips against his hand.
    “Ooh, you’re really wet, aren’t you, in more ways than one…” he chuckled. “Fuck, you’re hot!”
     
    He pulled off her pants and underwear, as well as his own, freeing his impressive erection from its restrictive prison. June moaned as Johnny pushed her down on the bed, on top of the picnic blanket. She spread her legs, inviting Johnny in, and he quickly guided himself into position with a moan of his own.
     
    “Fuck! You feel so good!” he mumbled, as he thrust into her.
    June gasped as she felt the fullness of him. The added pressure on her bladder was exquisite torture, and she moaned as she gave into it, releasing a short spurt of pee onto them both.
    “Oops…” she said against Johnny’s neck. Perhaps she should have warned him, but she figured he knew what he was getting himself into with the blanket on the bed.
    “Naughty, naughty…”
    Johnny just grinned at her, eyes glittering. They kissed again, deeply, and Johnny continued moving his cock in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm.
    “I’m already close, baby,” June breathed. “I am so close! You feel so good in me!”
    Her arousal spiked, and she relaxed again, letting another gushing spurt of pee escape. She could feel the warm wetness start to pool under her butt.
    Johnny moaned. “Don’t hold back, sexy! Let’s see what this blanket is good for!”
    June could feel her muscles begin to tighten as her orgasm approached. She hooked her legs around Johnny’s waist and let go of her bladder muscles. A torrent of pee shot out of her, hissing, and as she felt her bladder empty with increasing relief, she came hard.
     
    Afterwards, when Johnny had rolled off her and they were lying side by side, both breathing heavily, June became aware of the fact that she was lying in an actual puddle.
    The wetness extended halfway up her back, too, and a good way down her thighs, but under her butt was an actual puddle of her pee.
    She started to laugh softly. Johnny raised his head and just looked at her.
    “A puddle!” she laughed. “I made a puddle! I used to worry about other people knowing even my thoughts, and now I made an actual PUDDLE on my bed with you in it!”
     
    Johnny rolled back to face her and kissed her softly. 
    “I love you,” he said. 
    “I love you,” June said.
     
    ***
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from pickle313 in June's wet adventures   
    Disclaimer/intro:
    This will likely be a multi-part story, because I wrote several chapters about June.
    It will mostly be deliberate wetting and very little desperation and accidental wetting (though there is some).*
    There is also very little humiliation/shame and absolutely no public shame/humiliation/discovery, so if that's your thing, you won't find it here.
    I have based June's experiences loosely on myself; I have certainly done most of the things June does in this story, albeit perhaps not in the same settings. (And I never had a Johnny, so... perhaps myself in an alternate universe where I am bolder and braver and more extroverted?)
    Anyway... Onto the story!
    ---------
    Chapter 1: 
    A peculiar interest
     
    June had a secret. It embarrassed her, and she had told NO ONE. She wasn’t one to share much about herself anyway, and this was something she had no intention of ever telling anyone about, ever. EVER! If anyone found out — she was sure she would die of embarrassment. Not literally, of course, but June would rather not ever have to discover how embarrassed she would be if anyone found out her secret. 
     
    She had carried this secret with her since she was little. How little, she could not remember, so probably forever. When she was little, it was just something that interested her. If she saw it or read about it, her heart raced so fast. It made her all tingly. It was all she could think about, how it would feel. She imagined herself in the situation. She once stumbled on to a book where it was described in detail, and she borrowed that book from the library probably twenty times. She read the part that made her heart race over and over again.
     
    It never happened to her, but sometimes she pretended. Sometimes she did it on purpose, when she was alone. Just a little bit. She felt so ashamed afterwards! But it felt sooo good! She told no one.
     
    When June became a teenager, she became even more ashamed of what she sometimes did when she was all alone in the house. She was getting entirely too old for this childish nonsense! If anyone knew, they would never talk to her ever again! She vowed to never do it again. Until the next time. There was always a next time. Except now, when she indulged in her shameful secret, it made her body tingle in entirely new ways. It felt so good! One afternoon, when she had once again been unable to resist, knowing she had the house to herself for several hours, she touched herself in that special spot that tingled so much. She rubbed her finger in little circles, and it was the best feeling June had ever felt in her life. Everything was all wet and slippery, and June rubbed faster and faster, hoping to make the feeling last. All of a sudden, she felt this wave of pleasure wash over her, and her entire body spasmed. Her entire private area just sort of pulsed, and she was breathing heavily, while her whole body felt electric. 
     
    June had had sex ed at school, and they had learned about orgasms. She was pretty sure that’s what it was. But nobody had said anything about getting orgasms from … that. That… was not normally on the list of things people found sexy. Was she weird? Was she a freak? June was pretty sure she was some sort of freak and that no one would ever want to have anything to do with her. She resolved never to do …that… again. 
     
    Her resolve never lasted long. Pretty soon, it was all she could think about again. She never did anything, though. Not really. Not actually. Well, sometimes. Not as often as she would have liked. But fantasies can be pretty powerful, too, and June had a pretty active imagination.
     
    The year was 1998. June turned 22. She was in university and had moved out to live on her own. Most of her friends had roommates, so she was pretty happy about having found a place where she could afford to live all by herself. She also got internet at home. It was almost the new millennium, after all, a personal internet connection was becoming increasingly common, and her parents paid for it for her, because they felt she needed it for school. 
     
    One evening, June furtively typed a shameful phrase into Alta Vista on her computer. She had heard from some of her guy friends that you could find anything on the internet. There was even free porn! Sure nothing would come of it, and blushing crimson even though she was all by herself, June typed “pee pants on purpose” into the search bar, almost afraid to look. To her utter astonishment, she got results! There were lots of results! Clicking around at random, she explored some of them. She tried some alternative search words, in case it was all some coincidence. Almost by accident, she stumbled onto a site called Patches’ Place. There was another one called Wet Set. There were photos. Videos! And stories! And a message board! Eyes wide, June clicked. And watched. And read. And watched some more.
     
    Much, much later, June closed her browser window. She could not believe what she had just seen. There were others like her? It had a name? People DID that?
     
    Still reeling from her discovery, June realized that she had been sitting at her desk for a very long time. She really needed to pee. Her need had been subconsciously niggling at her for a long time, but the discovery she had made on the internet had demanded all her focus. June realized she had been squirming in her seat for a while, and with everything she had found, she was also incredibly turned on. She was so wet that her underwear felt sodden, and her sex almost throbbed. June really needed to go find a toilet, but somehow, she was unable to make herself stand up and walk to the bathroom. 
     
    Could she? June’s heart was racing. She hadn’t actually… it had been years… she didn’t do that anymore… she had stopped… she never… she was really too old, this was childish… she really shouldn’t… this was so disgusting… or was it? How could something disgusting feel soooo good…? 
     
    She really had to pee! She could feel the pee almost about to come out — her strained muscles were all that was keeping it inside. Breathless, June relaxed her muscles juuuust a little, and she could feel the pee creeping closer to the opening. Oh, no, this was dangerous territory! She had to pee so bad! Why did she play such dangerous games? What if…? Fuck! It was so tempting!
     
    “Just go to the bathroom!” she told herself. “Just get up and go pee like a normal person! You’re an adult now. Act like one!” 
    June did not get up. Instead, she remained in her seat at her desk, fidgeting from her need to pee. The screen on her new purple iMac, which had rocked her entire world just moments prior, was now blank. She hardly breathed. It felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest, it was racing so fast. She grabbed the armrests on her chair so hard that her knuckles whitened. By allowing the pee to get so close to the opening that only her very outer muscles kept it at bay, the need to pee was now so urgent that June felt like she was going to explode.
     
    Suddenly, a wave of intense urgency washed over her. June drew a sharp breath and whimpered softly, clamping down every muscle she had to stem the deluge her bladder threatened to unleash. It worked, but not until after a powerful gush of hot, wet pee had shot out of her and into her pants. Fuck! June gasped. It almost burned, it felt so hot, and June could feel the wetness seeping into her underwear and the seat of her pants. She had instinctively put her hand down to add pressure to help her hold when the wave had hit, and she could feel the wetness on her fingers through her pants. 
     
    Oh, no! What had she done?! She had peed in her underwear! Oh, God! Her cheeks burned as she felt the wetness at her crotch and on her seat. She wanted to touch it. Explore. Without allowing herself to think too much about it, June moved her hand inside her wet underwear. She hissed. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive! And she was so wet! Her entire sex was slick with her own juices, so different from the wetness added by the pee. She gently stroked herself and could not help a low moan. It felt so good! The unrelenting pressure from her bladder made her even more sensitive, and June had never been more turned on in her life.
     
    What if…? No! But it would probably… No! Or…? Could she?
    Ooh, she had to pee so badly!
    Fuck! Everything felt so damn good!
     
    As she continued to stroke her clit in slow, lazy circles, while keeping the pee just inside the opening, June hissed as she felt a spasm go through her entire midsection and a strong gush of pee suddenly flowed out under her fingers. She was peeing! Oh, God, she was really doing this again! It was happening! She was wetting herself! Fuck, it was so good!
    The wetness trickling out across her fingers immediately soaked into her underwear and started to pool on the seat under her butt. That was all June had time to observe before she was hit with a strong wave of pleasure, and her orgasm swept her away.
     
    It felt as if her entire being was being sucked in on itself and into a single point of pleasure under her fingers. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her entire body tensed, and all she could feel was the intense pleasure as her muscles contracted and released in a steady rhythm, and the warm flood against her fingers, pulsing in time with it. It was pure ecstasy.
     
    Only when it was over did June fully realize what she had done. As her orgasm faded, she gradually became consciously aware of the warm trickle against her fingers, which slowed and then stopped completely. 
    Fuck! She had completely wet herself as she came! It had felt so good to release her pee into her orgasm that she had just kept going, not thinking about the mess. Blushing, despite being all alone, she pulled her hand out of her pants. It was soaking wet, and her fingertip was all pruny. The seat of her pants was soaked, and there was a giant puddle on the floor. Thank God her chair was not padded! There was a puddle on the seat, too, she noticed, when she stood up.
     
    The wet pants, cold against her skin now, clung to her legs as she waddled into the bathroom. She was almost too ashamed of herself to look in the mirror. Still blushing, she took her wet clothes off and threw them in the washing machine. Naked from the waist down, she got a towel and mopped up all the pee on and around her chair. Then she got an actual mop and cleaned everything thoroughly with soap and water before hopping in the shower to clean herself off.
     
    ***
    Chapter 2:

    A miscalculation
     
    Weeks later, June was still feeling conflicted about what she had done. She had not done that in years! She didn’t DO that anymore. She was an adult now! She felt like a freak, and wondered why she was not utterly disgusted with herself. She had peed all over herself and her chair like some degenerate … and had the best orgasm of her life to date. Why was she like this? She was never doing that again. She was never going to get a boyfriend if she acted like a perverted freak. What if someone found out and told everyone? 
     
    In the evenings, alone in her flat, however, June could not keep herself away from the internet sites she had found. She read every message board. Every story. And slowly but surely, something happened. Inside, June became less ashamed. She became more accepting of herself. So she liked what she liked. She had *always* liked what she liked. There was no denying it. Why? That wasn’t important. It was what it was. She was an adult who sometimes … OK, quite often, actually … got turned on by the idea of peeing in her pants.
     
    As for telling someone? No. Nope! Nu-uh! NEVER! That part had not changed. June would still die of embarrassment if anyone found out. She was still a virgin, for fuck’s sake! At twenty-two, that was already a little weird, and if people found out that she… had… that she… liked… that she WET… Hell no! She was still sure OTHER people would find her disgusting if they knew. Nobody could know!
     
    Instead, June had taken to putting off going to the bathroom when she had to pee. Not if she thought there was a chance she wouldn’t be able to make it to a toilet in time, or if she wasn’t sure if she would be able to hide the signs that she needed to pee, but every now and then, she let herself get uncomfortably desperate to pee. A few months had passed since … what happened, and June had not let herself do … that … since. She had wanted to. God, she had wanted to! Every time she touched herself, that was what she thought of. All she wanted was to feel that mind-numbing, all-encompassing ecstasy again, but she had held back. What if she became dependent on it? What if she wouldn’t be able to get aroused without it? She did not want to be the *that* person. A freak. She already felt different enough. 
     
    So she just put off going to the bathroom. She held her pee, feeling the urgent pressure build in her bladder until it was aching and begging for relief. It also made her tingly, albeit in a slightly different way. The anticipation of relief, thinking about the potential of wetting herself when her bladder was full meant her underwear was often wet. Never from pee, but wet all the same. And this was all in her head. (Well, and in her underwear.) Nobody could see that. Nobody would be able to find out her secret if it was all in her head, and there was no evidence. 
    And people had to pee! Everybody. It was normal! And sometimes people were delayed from going to the bathroom for whatever reason, causing them to become rather desperate. That wasn’t freaky, it happened. 
    June knew she was rationalizing, but she didn’t want to admit it to herself. She had been sitting in the library all afternoon after class, supposedly working on a paper, but for the past hour, she hadn’t been able to focus on anything but her need to pee. When she caught herself squirming in her seat, she decided it was time to go. Someone might see her squirm, realize why she was squirming, and then wonder why she didn’t just get up to go to the bathroom.
     
    She got up carefully. Fuck, the pressure was intense as she moved to stand up! She had to pee more than she thought! A wave of urgency washed over her, and June hissed under her breath. She actually had to do a little curtsy to stop herself leaking! Oh, no! This was bad. This was really, really bad! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! 
    She picked up her bag and quickly scurried out of the library. Walking helped a little, but she had to take itty bitty steps with her thighs pressed together, and, still, it felt like pee was about to come out. Panicking slightly, she looked around and found she was alone in the corridor outside the library. Quickly, she jammed a hand between her legs to put pressure on her opening and crossed her legs, bending almost double in a deep curtsy. Finally, the wave subsided. She was back in control, for now. June sighed. Fuck, that was close! How had she not realized how badly she needed to pee? She never waited THIS long!
     
    She made a beeline for the bathrooms, but to her absolute horror, they were closed for cleaning. Fuck! Almost dancing on the spot, but trying to be as discrete as possible, June considered her options. There were bathrooms in the history department two floors above her, but she did not think stairs were an option for her in this state, and the elevator was too far away in the other direction. There were some other bathrooms on this floor, but they were in the complete opposite direction from where she was going, and given how close to campus she lived, she could be halfway home by the time she got there. June was sure there were other bathrooms, too, some potentially quite close to her, but she wasn’t very familiar with this side of the campus, and she did not want to risk a fruitless, panicked search when she was this desperate. She had to find a bathroom NOW!
     
    Deciding (hoping!) that going home would be her best option, June prayed she could hold it and started walking as quickly as she dared, while still maintaining in control of her achingly full bladder. Oh, God, she had to pee! Why had she waited this long? She normally never let her holding get this out of hand, and she was feeling a rising panic that she might not be able to hold it. What if she couldn’t? Fuck! She could NOT let that happen! She had to hold it! She was in public! Someone could see her! She could absolutely not wet her pants in public! June breathed heavily. Oh, God! Her traitorous brain started conjuring up images of what would happen if she couldn’t hold it anymore, reminding her of how good it would feel to relax and how deliciously naughty it had felt to feel the warm wetness from her pee soak into the material of her pants… 
    No! 
    Fuck! 
    June’s hand flew to her crotch, and she crossed her legs, stopping dead in the middle of the sidewalk. It had almost come out! She had almost leaked! June could feel her entire face turn a bright crimson, and she furtively looked around once she had regained control and was able to remove her hand from between her legs. There were no people close to her, and she didn’t think anyone had taken any notice of her. Thank God! June hurried along, quietly grateful that she had opted to live further from downtown but much closer to campus than her friends. It was more inconvenient on evenings and weekends, but rent was less expensive this far out, and she could afford her tiny studio flat without a roommate. And today it meant that her toilet was closer. If she could only reach it!
     
    As she almost sprinted into the driveway, she saw that her landlady’s car was gone. She was out. “Thank fuck!” June thought to herself. June’s studio flat in the back half of the basement had its own entrance, but she was completely unable to hide the fact that she was very close to wetting herself now, and she would have been mortified if her landlady had seen her hold herself between the legs from her upstairs windows. Dancing in place, with one hand firmly between her legs, June dug around in her bag for her key. Where was it?!
     
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” June whispered under her breath. With her bathroom and relief so close, her already dire need to pee seemed to be increasing exponentially. There! Her key! As she fumbled to get her key in the lock, she felt her control slipping. 
     
    “No, no, no, no, no,” June whispered to herself. A tiny trickle found its way out into her panties. The wetness felt blazing hot against her skin. 
    No! She was peeing! It was coming out!
    June gasped. With her hand still firmly pressed between her legs, she finally managed to get the door open and stumbled in. The trickle turned into a steady stream as she ran inside and threw her bag on the floor. Fuck! It was like a seal had ruptured and the dam had broken. She was powerless to stop the flood. She had the sense to quickly kick off her shoes, but then, like a deer in headlights, June just froze. She was peeing her pants! She had been unable to hold it anymore and pee had just come out! That had NEVER happened to her before! Not since she was four! For a good few seconds, she just stood frozen, peeing into her pants. After a little while, she could have stopped if she had tried, but her pants were soaked anyway and there was a giant puddle on the floor already. With burning cheeks, June just stood there, arms at her side, and continued to empty her entire bladder into her pants and onto the floor. Once the desperate, painful pressure and panic had subsided, euphoric relief set in, and June was able to actually take in and enjoy the sensation. Warm, wet pee cascaded down the insides of her legs, with wetness branching outward under her butt and at the tops of her thighs in the front, before adding to the already huge puddle she was standing in. Her wet pants were clinging to her legs in weird places and the feeling of wet fabric against her skin was very arousing to her. The relief, combined with the sensation of warm wetness soaking into the fabric of her pants, felt sooooo good!
     
    Looking down at her puddle and wet pants, June felt embarrassed and aroused at the same time. She had had an accident! She had secretly always wanted to have an accident, but now she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. The relief had felt amazing, but she had not been prepared for the panic and pain that preceded it.
    She had held too long and almost wet herself in public! Her heart was still racing from the panic she had felt outside, when she could feel her control slipping. What if she hadn’t been just outside her own door? What if she had been on campus still, trying to find a toilet, with people around, and she had started leaking into her pants? Someone could have SEEN her!!! In all of her fantasies over the years, that was an aspect she had never really considered. Someone could have SEEN HER! If someone had seen her WET herself, she’d absolutely die of embarrassment. She was a grown-ass woman now! An adult! Adults didn’t wet themselves!
     
    June pulled off her dripping socks, but kept her pants on as she found a mop to clean up her mess. Her pants had long since gone cold, and they clung awkwardly to her legs, wet as they were. It was not really a pleasant feeling, but the sensation was impossible to ignore, and her brain kept shouting at her: “You peed your pants! You wet yourself! You WET yourself!” And June found it oddly arousing to move, feeling the wet pantlegs constrict her legs. Before stripping off her wet clothes and jumping in the shower, she could not help but stick her hand down the front of her pants. Sinking to her knees in pleasure, she gently stroked her swollen clit. And, seeing as her pants could not possibly get any wetter at this point, she gave herself permission to give in to the urge she had been fighting for weeks — months even. When her orgasm approached, she relaxed completely, letting whatever pee her bladder had accumulated since her accident trickle across her fingers and into her already sodden pants as she came.
     
    ***
    Chapter 3, where we meet Johnny:

    A new direction
     
    June cut back on holding. Her near-public accident had spooked her, and she was too scared to risk that kind of exposure again. In the months that followed after her accident, she rarely held it, and hardly ever in public. Too risky. 
    Then, by January, something had happened that made June swear off any “freaky” activities all together. She fell in love. 
     
    Johnny was so cool, and so handsome. A mutual friend had introduced them, and June could not believe someone like him could be interested in her. They had so many interests in common, and they stayed up for hours, talking about anything and everything under the sun. June wanted to know everything there ever was to know about Johnny, and, amazingly, he seemed to want to know everything about her. But June never mentioned … that. NEVER that! Internally, June pretended she hadn’t ever even heard about that.
    She was no longer a virgin, though, a fact she was very pleased with. And sex was amazing! To think she had been worried about not being able to get aroused without that thing she had never even heard about! Turned out all she needed was someone sexy touching her in all the right places!
     
    Yeah, the new, rosy glow on her existence lasted all of four months. When spring rolled around, she found herself day-dreaming about … that … again. She was still very much in love with Johnny, and he with her, as far as she knew. That wasn’t it. It was just that some part of her was missing from her life now. She missed … that. She could no longer pretend to herself that … that … was something she had never even heard of. She missed it. She needed it. She didn’t think she could ever not have it in her life. She couldn’t imagine living out the rest of her life without … that. June eventually got real with herself; she couldn’t cut that part out of her life forever. It would never go away. Fuck!
     
    June cried herself to sleep that night. And the night after. Johnny would leave her for sure. He might be the love of her life, but if she did … that … he would find out, he would be disgusted, and then he would leave. He might also tell all of their friends how disgusting she was, and they would all be disgusted with her and laugh behind her back. Hell, they’d probably laugh in her face. She got so down on herself on day three that Johnny noticed something was up and asked her what was wrong. She broke down in hysterical crying and hid her face against his chest. He stroked her back and her hair and told her everything would be ok, whatever it was. There was no way it would be, but how could she explain? She couldn’t. There was no way.
     
    ***
     
    They were in Johnny’s car. They had already seen a movie, and now they were making out in the back seat. June was wearing her new dark blue jeans, and she was sitting astride Johnny on his lap, facing him. He was touching her in all the right places, and she was so turned on! But she also had to pee really bad, and sitting with her legs this far apart was making it hard to hold her pee in. But she would do it. She could hold it. She could hold it for Johnny. Her need to pee turned her on even more, and when Johnny suddenly started to touch her there, it was almost too much to bear. Ooooh, she wanted to relax and let her pee soak into her pants! Suddenly, she could think of nothing sexier than doing that on Johnny’s lap. Johnny would like that, right? Who wouldn’t like that? It was so warm and wet and naughty! And she had to pee sooo bad! It would feel so good to relax and get relief! 
     
    Kissing Johnny deeply, June relaxed her muscles. She could feel her pants getting soaked, Johnny’s lap getting soaked, her pee just flooded out of her, but she was not feeling any relief. Strange. She kept going, but still no relief. Huh. Suddenly, she saw Johnny pull his hand away from her crotch and his face twist in surprise and disgust. “The fuck?! You’re PISSING on me?!?!”
     
    ***
     
    June bolted awake and sat straight up in bed, heart racing. Quickly, she put a hand down to feel her underwear. Dry. Thank fuck! Panting, she sank back against her pillow, all clammy with sweat.
     
    A dream. It had been a dream. Thank God. She’d dreamt about peeing a few times in the past, too, but she had never wet the bed. With Johnny sleeping beside her, June thanked every deity she could think of that that was still the case. Still, it took some time before she was able to fall asleep again.
     
    The following day, she and Johnny were having a lazy morning in bed. Neither of them had any obligations that day, and neither felt particularly like getting up. They had been talking, but June eventually fell quiet. This was it, her best opportunity. She was going to have to tell him. It felt safer to do that in bed, somehow. She didn’t have to look at him, see his face. It seemed easier.
     
    “Sweetheart?” Johnny said. “You OK?”
    “Yes and no,” said June. Her heart felt like it was about to beat its way out of her chest. “Listen, I need to tell you something. It’s personal and embarrassing, something I’ve never told anyone else EVER, and please don’t laugh. I don’t think I can bear it if you make fun of me.”
     
    She was close to crying.
     
    “What is it, babe?” Johnny said. “You can tell me anything!”
    “Will you promise me you’ll keep an open mind?” June said, her voice shaking.
    “Of course! I promise.” Johnny said. “Whatever it is. I love you.”
    “It’s to do with sex,” said June, blushing crimson and hiding her face against Johnny’s chest.
    “Nothing to do with you or anyone else!” she added quickly, as she lifted her face briefly and saw the confusion and worry on Johnny’s face. 
     
    “It’s about me. I, uh….”
    Her courage failed her. How could she tell him?! How could she tell him about this embarrassing, freaky side to her that he had no reason to suspect she had?
    “Juney, babe!” Johnny said. “What is it? Is it about something you want me to do?”
    “No!” she quickly said. “No! You’re great! It’s… I mean, I… I…”
     
    Words failed her again, and she once more hid her face against his chest.
    “Take your time,” he said. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”
    “But it is!” she said, close to tears again now, the words coming out muffled against his chest.
     
    “I… There… I… I… like something. It… turns me on. I like… to…”
    His slow and steady breathing moved her burning face up and down where it rested on his chest. Not daring to look up at him, and with her heart racing like a rabbit’s inside her chest, she continued in a whisper: “I like… to wet myself… pee my pants, I mean… like… on purpose.”
     
    He said nothing. The cat was out of the bag. She had told him her deepest, darkest secret, a secret she had told no one else in her entire life. Still hiding her face against his chest, she decided to lay it all bare for him. She loved him, and her heart now lay firmly in his hand. He could crush it into a million pieces, or he could make it soar.
     
    “Sometimes… I do it while I touch myself, and it makes me come harder,” she added.
    Still, he said nothing, though June thought she could feel his heart beating faster inside his chest. Slowly, gently, he put his finger under her chin and lifted her face from his chest, making her look up at him.
     
    There was no disgust on his face. Just curiosity.
    “Thank you for telling me,” he said. “I would never laugh at you for telling me what you like. I will admit, it was not what I expected. I thought you were going to tell me you wanted a threesome, or that you had been faking your orgasms or something. I was terrified! I love you, Juney. This is… I haven’t… Will you tell me more about it?”
     
    So June did. Johnny listened. He did not laugh at her. He said he wanted to know more.
    June asked if there was something he liked that he hadn’t told her about, and Johnny sheepishly shared that he really liked a finger in his butt when he was about to come. He told her he had never told anyone that before, because he didn't think straight men were supposed to want anything going into their butt. He hadn’t told her, because he had been afraid she would laugh at him or think he was secretly gay and hiding it from her or something. They continued talking until they were starving before they got out of bed. June didn’t think it was possible to love Johnny more than she already did, but here she was. She had told him. She had told him her deepest, darkest, embarrassing secret and he hadn’t laughed at her.
     
    *** 
     
    Around a week later, Johnny shot her a look, one eyebrow cocked, when they were having dinner. He had a devilish grin on his face, and his eyes were full of mischief.
    “You want to do something tonight?” he asked.
    “Do what?” June asked.
    “I was thinking. Would you be willing to skip going to the bathroom before the movie and just hold it until after? For me? I’ll get you a large soda.” Johnny’s eyes sparkled.
     
    They were going to see the Matrix after dinner. 
    June could not believe what she was hearing. They had not talked about her secret (or his, for that matter) since that lazy morning in bed. Secretly, she had wanted to suggest something, but she didn’t know how to bring it up. Now Johnny was making suggestions? She could feel herself getting a little turned on just from the thought.
    “Ok.” Her eyes sparkled too.
     
    By the time they arrived at the movie theater, June kind of already needed to pee a little. Her stomach was full of butterflies, but she resolutely walked right past the bathrooms and they found their seats inside. Johnny had, as promised, bought her a large soda.
    They had bought seats near the exit, because June had nervously explained to him before they got there that if she started to panic, they needed to leave immediately. She did NOT want to risk an accident in public.
    “How are you doing?” Johnny whispered in her ear when the lights dimmed.
    “I already have to pee,” June whispered back, before she took a nervous sip of her soda. She had never had anyone else be aware of her need to pee before. It felt strange, but also a little arousing.
    “I hope I can hold it!” She was already getting turned on.
    June quickly got absorbed in the movie — it was amazing! — and kept sipping at her soda. Soon, however, her soda was empty and she started to find it difficult to concentrate on what was happening on the screen. Her bladder was filling up at an alarming rate, and she was getting increasingly uncomfortable. She tried to squirm in her seat as discretely as possible, but Johnny could not have been focusing on the movie at all, because he immediately leaned in to whisper in her ear.
    “Are you ok? Do you have to pee?”
    “Yeah, I have to go really bad!” June whispered back, pressing her thighs together as tightly as she could. “I’m ok, though. I can hold it. I think.”
     
    “There’s about 45 minutes left of the movie,” Johnny whispered a few minutes later when June squirmed in her seat again. “Can you make it?”
    June was no longer sure she could. Her large soda was filling up her bladder much faster than she had anticipated. She already had her thighs pressed together, and she really wanted to put her hand down to hold herself! Nobody was sitting near them, and this whole thing had been Johnny’s idea, so… June put her hand down between her legs and put pressure on her opening. That felt good. Desperate to pee though she was, June got more aroused. She thought she heard Johnny draw a sharp breath next to her, but couldn’t be sure.
     
    “I don’t know,” she whispered, truthfully. “I have to go soooo bad! I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold it. Maybe. I’m ok for now.”
     
    Five minutes later, however, she knew she would not be able to last until the end of the movie. And having to walk out at the same time as all the other people? Forget it. She might lose control right in front of everyone. Everyone would see. Everyone would KNOW.
    “We need to leave,” she whispered to Johnny. “I have to pee so badly, I can’t make it until the end of the movie. I might wet myself!”
     
    Just saying the words out loud was immensely arousing. She had never said it out loud before. She had been aroused since before they got here, but her arousal was increasing almost as quickly as her need to pee. She still had her hand between her legs.
    “Ok, let’s go,” Johnny whispered back. “Just so you know, I’ve been watching you squirm and hold yourself, and it’s sexy as hell.”
    He got up and held his hand out for her to take. Getting up put pressure on her bladder, and she hissed as she had to take a little curtsy to remain in control. Fuck, she had to pee!
    Once out in the empty hallway outside the theater, Johnny leaned in and spoke softly in her ear.
    “Do you want to go straight to the bathroom now, or do you think you can make it home when it’s just the two of us in the car? Either way, I’m fucking you as soon as we get home, because watching you squirm around like that, knowing it turns you on, is so damn sexy, I can’t stand it.”
     
    It was the sexiest thing June had ever heard. 
    “I don’t know. I really am desperate. I think I can hold it,” June said, hesitantly. “But what if I can’t? What if it starts coming out and I can’t stop? What if I pee all over your car seat?”
    “The seats have slip covers,” Johnny said, grinning. “They can be washed. Don’t worry about it.”
     
    His eyes glittered. June blushed.
    “Ok, then. I think I can hold it,” she whispered, heart hammering.
     
    The drive to her studio wasn’t long, but June thought she was going to explode. The pain and pressure were becoming unbearable, every bump in the road sending a painful stab up into her bladder. As much as she wanted to enjoy this entirely new situation, her arousal was waning.
    “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” she whispered under her breath. She crossed her legs and shoved a hand down to put pressure on her opening. “It’s almost coming out! I don’t know how long I can hold it!” She had been this desperate only once in her life, and, knowing how that had ended, she was starting to panic.
    “Hang on, babe!” Johnny said to her. “We’re almost there. Hang on.”
     
    June hissed as a strong wave of urgency washed over her. Despite clenching with every muscle in her body, she could feel a little trickle of pee slip past her defenses and soak into her pants.
     
    “Oh, no! No, no, no!” she squeaked, panicking now. 
    “It’s coming out! I’m peeing! I can’t hold it!”
     
    “We’re here!” Johnny almost shouted, as his car skidded to a stop outside June’s house. He ran around to June’s side and tore open the door.
    “Are you ok, baby? Can I do anything? Can I help?”
     
    June scrunched up her face in concentration as she fought to gain control of her bladder again. Her entire body shook with the effort, but she finally managed. Though not before a substantial leak had forced its way out. Her entire crotch was wet against her hand, which she still had firmly pressed against her opening. The seat of her pants had an unmistakable wet spot, as did the car seat, June noticed, as she got out.
    “Some pee came out,” she said to Johnny, her voice still a little panicked. “I couldn’t stop it! It got all over your car seat, I’m so sorry!”
    “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” Johnny said. “Are you ok?”
    June was not ok. She still had to pee. A LOT! The little gush had done almost nothing to take the edge off, and she was still fighting with every muscle she had to keep the flood at bay.
    “I still have to pee so badly!” June whimpered. “I don’t think I can hold it!”
    She danced on the spot, holding herself with both hands now. Her control was slipping, she could feel it.
    “Let’s get you inside,” Johnny said, and took her by the elbow, gently leading her toward her front door, while June danced around, curtsied and still held herself with both hands.
     
    She was so close! She just needed to get inside! Inside was safe, nobody could see her inside! She just had to hold it a little longer! Johnny already had her key out and ready, opening the door for her when June felt her bladder spasm and pee started to trickle out into her pants, completely beyond her control. She just froze on the spot and whimpered.
    “It’s coming out! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m peeing! I can’t hold it!”
    Despite clenching as hard as she could, pee was still trickling out under her hand. The steady trickle soon became a flood, and June hissed as she lost the battle. Hot, wet pee gushed into her pants. She pulled her hand away. It was no use anymore. She had lost control. The pee flowed out in a T-shape at the top of her thighs and also spread outward under her butt cheeks in the back. Her torrent of pee raced down the insides and backs of her thighs and splashed noisily on the front steps to her flat. 
    “I can’t stop! Fuck! I can’t stop! It’s just coming out!” June whispered, not daring to look up at Johnny.
     
    Johnny just watched her, eyes wide, as June just stood there, absolutely flooding her pants right in front of him.
     
    After about fifteen seconds, June was able to pinch off the stream. Standing in a puddle of her own making, she blushed as she looked up at Johnny. No longer panicking and feeling quite relieved, she felt a rush of arousal again at what she had done. She had wet herself in front of Johnny! He had been the one to suggest holding it, knowing what might happen, but June’s heart raced as she met Johnny’s eyes. What if it hadn’t been what he expected? What if he wasn’t ok with it after all? What if he was disgusted?
    “Well, I almost made it,” she said.
     
    Johnny said nothing. He just pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply.
    “I love you,” he said to her. “That was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. You were so vulnerable with me just now. It was extremely hot. Are you ok?”
     
    She nodded and kissed him back, still blushing a little, but her heart started to slow down. At least he didn’t seem disgusted. It felt very awkward to be held in a tight embrace, being kissed when she had just lost control and flooded her pants right in front of the man she loved. It was the second time in her adult life she had lost control and wet herself without being able to stop it. She should be embarrassed, but…
    “Are you… turned on…?” he whispered.
    Blushing even more, she nodded sheepishly.
    “So fucking hot,” he whispered, almost to himself, as he pulled her inside and shut the door behind them.
     
    Kissing her deeply, Johnny removed her jacket and shrugged out of his own. June kicked off her sneakers. They had gotten drenched when she lost control, so she would have to wash them, she reminded herself. Later. She’d wash them later.
    Johnny pulled her into the bathroom and took off her shirt and bra, cupping her breasts in his hands as he kissed her. She made to start taking her wet pants off, but he stopped her.
    “Wait,” he said, and spun her around, so that her back was against him and they were facing the full-length mirror. He pulled her in close to him and kissed her on the neck.
    “Johnny!” she said, “I’m soaked! Your clothes will get wet!”
    “Don’t worry about it,” he said and pulled her even closer. “I want to try something.” He kissed her neck again and slid his hand down into her wet pants. June gasped. He found her clit and stroked it gently.
     
    “Oooh,” he said, grinning as he kissed her neck again, and his fingers explored her. His eyes glittered as they met June’s in the mirror. “This is a different kind of wetness, now, isn’t it?”
    June moaned and could not help but to thrust her hips against his hand.
     
    Fuck! Was this really happening? June reached a hand up behind Johnny’s neck and arched into his touch. This was something she could not have even imagined in her wildest dreams.
    Johnny kissed her neck and pinched her right nipple with his left hand. His right hand was still inside her pants, where he kept stroking her clit.
     
    June forgot all about trying not to get Johnny’s clothes wet and leaned back into him. She could feel his erection against her backside. Her wet pantlegs clung to her as she widened her stance to give Johnny’s hand better access, the odd constriction of her wet pantlegs reminding her of what she had just done. Fuck, this felt so good! Nothing had ever felt this good!
     
    “Tell me something, sexy,” Johnny said softly into her ear, his voice a deep, husky rumble. “Did you lose it all back there, or do you still have to pee?”
    June’s arousal soared and she moaned again, leaning into Johnny.
    “I managed to stop myself and hold it,” she said, blushing again, as she could not help but thrust her hips into Johnny’s touch with a little whimper. “I still have to pee.”
    “Well, then…” She could feel Johnny’s grin as he kissed her neck again. 
    “I remember you saying something about coming harder when you pee. Will you come hard for me, sweetheart?”
     
    Oh, fuck, was this really happening? June had never wanted anything more in her life. She was so turned on, she could barely stand it, and now she had … permission? 
    She met his eyes in the mirror. 
    “It’s just fluids, sweetheart,” he said, and shrugged, his eyes almost black with lust as he looked at her. “I want you to let yourself go and come hard on my hand.”
    June just nodded.
     
    She closed her eyes and leaned back against him again, as Johnny continued his lazy circles over her clit. Her bladder was still relatively full. She could have held it, but Johnny had asked her not to. He had asked her not to!! 
     
    She relaxed her muscles and let her pee creep lower, toward her opening, and as always, when she did that, the sense of urgency shot up. She hissed. Did she dare?
    Without thinking too much about it, she let a little bit of pee slip past, before she immediately clamped down on her muscles again. There was a strong gush, warming her already wet pants, and she could not help but moan softly. Johnny drew a sharp breath, but did not stop his slow and gentle massage of her clit.
     
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said. “Come for me, sexy. Just let it go.”
    June could feel her orgasm approaching like a runaway freight train. She was so turned on, her entire sex throbbed and ached. She had wet herself in front of Johnny and he hadn’t run. He hadn’t laughed. He had accepted her. She felt safe with him. She loved him. He loved her. He had his HAND inside her wet pants and he… Fuck, that felt good! Johnny’s fingers moved a little more insistently, more demanding. She moaned again. Her bladder ached for relief, and she stopped fighting it.
     
    She let go of her control and relaxed, gushing into her pants. It was so warm and wet! Johnny drew another sharp breath as soon as the flood of pee hit his fingers, but he did not stop. He held her tightly against him, and she could still feel the hard pressure of his erection against her butt through their pants.
     
    “Fuck!” June said, moaning. “Fuck, that feels good! Oh, God. Fuck! Yes! I’m coming!”
    She could feel her entire body begin to spasm. Her eyes rolled back and her entire being was sucked in, reduced to that single spot of ecstasy under his touch. The world was nothing but that all-encompassing pleasure and the warm, wet river flowing out of her.
     
    Eyes closed, she breathed heavily and kept going as she returned to her body, emptying her bladder completely. Awash in hormones from her orgasm, June luxuriated in her euphoria and relief, a stupid grin on her face.
    Johnny had stopped moving his fingers when she came, but he did not remove his hand, even as the last drops of June’s long-held pee trickled over his fingers. He still held her tight, his other arm firmly around her waist. 
     
    When it was over, they simply stood there, in their embrace, for a little while.
    June opened her eyes and met Johnny’s in the mirror.
    “Oops?” she said, grinning sheepishly.
    He grinned back at her and kissed her neck again.
    “That…” he said. “Was HOT! You gave yourself entirely over to me just now, and I have never seen anything sexier in my entire life.”
    “I made a mess, though… and I peed all over your hand…” June said, starting to feel a little embarrassed now that it was all over, looking at her dripping wet pants and the giant puddle on the floor.
    “I don’t care, it’s just pee,” Johnny said. “It’s mostly water anyway, and we can clean it up.”
    “Listen to me,” he said and lifted her chin up with the hand that she hadn’t just peed all over, making her meet his eyes. “That was you. All of you. And I got to be here, to have you, to be the one to give that to you. Please don’t be embarrassed. I love you.”
     
    And then he kissed her.
     
    *** 
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from Linxsquat in Where is the strangest place you’ve peed?   
    I've peed outside plenty of times, but that doesn't really feel weird to me; it's just a necessity while hiking or backcountry skiing.
    For peeing and not wetting, the weirdest would have to be squatting to pee on the floor in the shower instead of on the toilet. I couldn't wet myself at the time, no privacy, but I just wanted *something* that wasn't regular peeing on the toilet like the adult I am.
    As for wetting, I don't like to go too public, so as to risk discovery, but I have wet myself a little bit in a store in the middle of the day. It was only a little (so nothing on the floor, no mess for anyone unsuspecting to clean up), and it was covered by a long coat, but it was the biggest thrill of my life.
    I have also wet myself slowly and repeatedly while out walking the dog. It was winter, and I was wearing snow pants, so there was no risk of discovery, but it was such a thrill to be letting little dribbles out every few minutes. There were lots of people around, too. My cheeks were so flushed, and my heart was racing, even though there was no way for anyone to know or see what I had done. When I got home, the sweatpants I was wearing were wet down to mid-calf.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from Linxsquat in Deliberate, sneaky wetting in public   
    So, like I said on my last post, it’s been almost a year since I was last active on here. Wetting has been an interest I’ve had since childhood, but it very much comes and goes, waxes and wanes — ebbs and flows. 
    In inactive periods, I never know when it will come back, but it always does. Suddenly I will find myself day-dreaming about wetting my pants, and it inevitably leads to putting it into practice. 
    I have been thinking about wetting myself for a couple of weeks now, with increasing frequency. The other day I was on the bus home from an errand in town. I had to pee, and all I could think about was the long raincoat I was wearing, which goes all the way down to my knees. “I could let some pee out right now and nobody would see anything!” The thought became more and more intrusive, and as I stepped off the bus at my stop, I had all but decided to go for it. I was wearing dark blue, wide-legged pants under my raincoat. The entire walk from my stop to my house I was thinking about letting some pee out into my pants, and I relaxed enough to keep it *right* at the opening, but in the end, I chickened out. I had not wet these particular pants before, and I had no idea how much a wet spot would show. I did also need to pee quite urgently, and while I wasn’t exactly desperate, I was afraid I would not be able to pinch off the stream immediately. I was wearing a long coat, but with the wide legs of the pants, wetness could be unpredictable. I was not raining anymore, so I did not want obvious wet spots suddenly appearing on my legs below my coat if something did not go according to plan. Hence the chickening out…
     
    Once safely inside the privacy of my own home, however… Heart hammering from the excitement, I let myself dribble slowly and deliberately into my panties for a few seconds. It felt incredible! So warm and wet. It’s been months since the last time now. Amazingly, all the wetness was contained by my cotton underwear, save for a lone trickle, which tickled as it ran down my left leg and onto the floor. My pants did not get wet at all. How would they show wetness? I pulled the wide pantlegs outward from my hips, so that they were touching the insides of my thighs, and let some more out. Maybe ten seconds this time? Slowly and deliberately — no gushing flood. Just the way I like it. It felt sooo good as the warm wetness seeped slowly into the fabric, wicking its way down my thighs when my underwear could no longer contain it all.
     
    To my astonishment, the wetness was virtually undetectable, even up close and in bright daylight. What?! The potential! I only had limited time by myself that day, so I went into clean-up mode immediately, but I decided on the spot (hah!) that I would take these pants and my long raincoat out for an adventure again. And actually go through with it.
     
    And just the other day I did!
     
    I knew I’d have some time to myself that afternoon, so that morning I started drinking large quantities of water. With frequent trips to the bathroom, I soon had my kidneys working at full capacity, and I got ready to go out. I had an errand to run, anyway, so it was all good.
    I put on cotton bike shorts under my wide-legged pants, because I wanted something more than just my underwear that would hold the wetness against my skin. As soon as I put them on, I let a little dribble out. Just to get me started, and just enough to get a little wet spot at the crotch. As preparation, you know? 😈 The wetness felt lovely against my skin, and my heart started hammering with anticipation for what I was about to do. 
     
    I already had to pee when I left the house. I wasn’t yet desperate, but the need was quite pressing and getting close to uncomfortable, and under normal circumstances, I would have gone to the bathroom already by now. Given how quickly my bladder had been filling up, I was expecting to be quite desperate by the time I returned home, even though my errand would not take me long. I never really do holds, so the unfamiliar territory heightened my anticipation. 
     
    My route to my errand took me through a large park. There were people around, but nobody very close to me. As I was walking, I could feel my bladder filling up. I did not feel the need to hold myself or dance around, but if I’d suddenly had to cough or sneeze, I don't think I would have been able to manage without leaking. 
    I haven’t done many sneaky wettings in public before, but the few times I’ve done it, I have struggled to be able to let it flow while walking. I’ve always had to stop to pretend to look at something or stretch, or whatever, to be able to let go. Today, I concentrated really hard as I was approaching the building where I was going, and as I crossed the parking lot, I was able to manage a little dribble, just a couple of seconds. It felt amazing! My heart was racing, and I could feel the warm wetness spread out all across my crotch area and toward the back. I did it! The rush I got from the sensation of pee trickling out into my pants in broad daylight with other people nearby who did not suspect a thing was mind-blowing!
     
    I’m sure I was both flushed and absent-minded as I completed my errand, because all I could think about was the hidden wetness in my pants. I exited the building and started walking home again. I really had to pee now — my tiny dribbles had done nothing to ease the building pressure in my bladder. Since I find it easier to release my pee when I’m not moving, I stopped for a second and pretended to read something on my phone. I don’t think I could have focused on my phone screen even if I had wanted to, though, because all my focus was on my bladder muscles, as I relaxed and let some more pee flow into my pants. It was not quite a gush, but more than a dribble, so… a trickle? A spurt? I let the deliciously naughty, warm, wet pee flow into my pants for five-six seconds before I pinched off the stream. With my bladder as full as it was, it was harder than I expected to stop the flow, and I had a tiny flutter of panic before I managed. My entire crotch was warm and wet, front and back, as well as the top part of the inside of my thighs. Nothing was visible to anyone, thanks to my coat, and I had not felt any trickles down my legs below my bike shorts, but the crotch area of my pants was soaked! This felt very much like a proper wetting, more so than the tiny, sneaky dribbles I have done in the past. The feeling was exhilarating! I had really done it! I had sneakily and secretly wet myself in public!
     
    I started walking again, and the warm wetness quickly cooled. My bike shorts had soaked through to my pants, and the wet pantlegs clung to me as I walked, impossible to ignore. My brain kept shouting: “I wet myself! I wet myself! I peed my pants! I actually peed my pants in public!” It was an exhilarating feeling to know that I had truly done it: I wet myself in public, and nobody could see! The THRILL! My heart was racing so fast!
     
    My longer spurt had taken the edge off my urgent need to pee, but the pressure soon built again, and by the time I was getting close to my house, my bladder was so full, it was starting to hurt. Almost without thinking, I let another little spurt out as I walked up the steps to my house. The thighs of my bike shorts were so wet by now.
    Once inside, I took my coat off and inspected the damage. From the front, nothing was visible, but from the back… There was a definite wet spot, unmistakable, in an upside-down U-shape across my butt and down the backs of my thighs. Thank God for long coats, right? 😉
     
    I was still bursting, though, and not wanting my wet fun to end, I stepped into my shower, squatted down, and emptied my bladder right through my clothes. The relief was euphoric! My bladder was so full, and I’m not used to holding this long. I just kept going… and going… and going… I made a huge puddle on the tiled floor in my shower. I don’t think I’ve ever wet in my clothes while squatting down before. I usually do it standing up, to feel it running down my legs, but this way was nice too! The wetness spread across my butt in unexpected ways, and the pee splashed onto the floor from multiple spots where it had soaked through my clothes; it wasn’t just a single stream. Afterwards, when I stood up, I could feel the wetness from my soaked backside wick and wind its way down the backs of my legs, but as the lower parts of my pantlegs had not gotten wet before, they absorbed it all and nothing dripped on the floor. Reveling in the sensation of wet clothes against my skin, I did some chores around the house before I threw everything in the wash and went to take a shower. 
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from Holditcontest in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from Espor in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from Gender-fluidss in June's wet adventures   
    Disclaimer/intro:
    This will likely be a multi-part story, because I wrote several chapters about June.
    It will mostly be deliberate wetting and very little desperation and accidental wetting (though there is some).*
    There is also very little humiliation/shame and absolutely no public shame/humiliation/discovery, so if that's your thing, you won't find it here.
    I have based June's experiences loosely on myself; I have certainly done most of the things June does in this story, albeit perhaps not in the same settings. (And I never had a Johnny, so... perhaps myself in an alternate universe where I am bolder and braver and more extroverted?)
    Anyway... Onto the story!
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    Chapter 1: 
    A peculiar interest
     
    June had a secret. It embarrassed her, and she had told NO ONE. She wasn’t one to share much about herself anyway, and this was something she had no intention of ever telling anyone about, ever. EVER! If anyone found out — she was sure she would die of embarrassment. Not literally, of course, but June would rather not ever have to discover how embarrassed she would be if anyone found out her secret. 
     
    She had carried this secret with her since she was little. How little, she could not remember, so probably forever. When she was little, it was just something that interested her. If she saw it or read about it, her heart raced so fast. It made her all tingly. It was all she could think about, how it would feel. She imagined herself in the situation. She once stumbled on to a book where it was described in detail, and she borrowed that book from the library probably twenty times. She read the part that made her heart race over and over again.
     
    It never happened to her, but sometimes she pretended. Sometimes she did it on purpose, when she was alone. Just a little bit. She felt so ashamed afterwards! But it felt sooo good! She told no one.
     
    When June became a teenager, she became even more ashamed of what she sometimes did when she was all alone in the house. She was getting entirely too old for this childish nonsense! If anyone knew, they would never talk to her ever again! She vowed to never do it again. Until the next time. There was always a next time. Except now, when she indulged in her shameful secret, it made her body tingle in entirely new ways. It felt so good! One afternoon, when she had once again been unable to resist, knowing she had the house to herself for several hours, she touched herself in that special spot that tingled so much. She rubbed her finger in little circles, and it was the best feeling June had ever felt in her life. Everything was all wet and slippery, and June rubbed faster and faster, hoping to make the feeling last. All of a sudden, she felt this wave of pleasure wash over her, and her entire body spasmed. Her entire private area just sort of pulsed, and she was breathing heavily, while her whole body felt electric. 
     
    June had had sex ed at school, and they had learned about orgasms. She was pretty sure that’s what it was. But nobody had said anything about getting orgasms from … that. That… was not normally on the list of things people found sexy. Was she weird? Was she a freak? June was pretty sure she was some sort of freak and that no one would ever want to have anything to do with her. She resolved never to do …that… again. 
     
    Her resolve never lasted long. Pretty soon, it was all she could think about again. She never did anything, though. Not really. Not actually. Well, sometimes. Not as often as she would have liked. But fantasies can be pretty powerful, too, and June had a pretty active imagination.
     
    The year was 1998. June turned 22. She was in university and had moved out to live on her own. Most of her friends had roommates, so she was pretty happy about having found a place where she could afford to live all by herself. She also got internet at home. It was almost the new millennium, after all, a personal internet connection was becoming increasingly common, and her parents paid for it for her, because they felt she needed it for school. 
     
    One evening, June furtively typed a shameful phrase into Alta Vista on her computer. She had heard from some of her guy friends that you could find anything on the internet. There was even free porn! Sure nothing would come of it, and blushing crimson even though she was all by herself, June typed “pee pants on purpose” into the search bar, almost afraid to look. To her utter astonishment, she got results! There were lots of results! Clicking around at random, she explored some of them. She tried some alternative search words, in case it was all some coincidence. Almost by accident, she stumbled onto a site called Patches’ Place. There was another one called Wet Set. There were photos. Videos! And stories! And a message board! Eyes wide, June clicked. And watched. And read. And watched some more.
     
    Much, much later, June closed her browser window. She could not believe what she had just seen. There were others like her? It had a name? People DID that?
     
    Still reeling from her discovery, June realized that she had been sitting at her desk for a very long time. She really needed to pee. Her need had been subconsciously niggling at her for a long time, but the discovery she had made on the internet had demanded all her focus. June realized she had been squirming in her seat for a while, and with everything she had found, she was also incredibly turned on. She was so wet that her underwear felt sodden, and her sex almost throbbed. June really needed to go find a toilet, but somehow, she was unable to make herself stand up and walk to the bathroom. 
     
    Could she? June’s heart was racing. She hadn’t actually… it had been years… she didn’t do that anymore… she had stopped… she never… she was really too old, this was childish… she really shouldn’t… this was so disgusting… or was it? How could something disgusting feel soooo good…? 
     
    She really had to pee! She could feel the pee almost about to come out — her strained muscles were all that was keeping it inside. Breathless, June relaxed her muscles juuuust a little, and she could feel the pee creeping closer to the opening. Oh, no, this was dangerous territory! She had to pee so bad! Why did she play such dangerous games? What if…? Fuck! It was so tempting!
     
    “Just go to the bathroom!” she told herself. “Just get up and go pee like a normal person! You’re an adult now. Act like one!” 
    June did not get up. Instead, she remained in her seat at her desk, fidgeting from her need to pee. The screen on her new purple iMac, which had rocked her entire world just moments prior, was now blank. She hardly breathed. It felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest, it was racing so fast. She grabbed the armrests on her chair so hard that her knuckles whitened. By allowing the pee to get so close to the opening that only her very outer muscles kept it at bay, the need to pee was now so urgent that June felt like she was going to explode.
     
    Suddenly, a wave of intense urgency washed over her. June drew a sharp breath and whimpered softly, clamping down every muscle she had to stem the deluge her bladder threatened to unleash. It worked, but not until after a powerful gush of hot, wet pee had shot out of her and into her pants. Fuck! June gasped. It almost burned, it felt so hot, and June could feel the wetness seeping into her underwear and the seat of her pants. She had instinctively put her hand down to add pressure to help her hold when the wave had hit, and she could feel the wetness on her fingers through her pants. 
     
    Oh, no! What had she done?! She had peed in her underwear! Oh, God! Her cheeks burned as she felt the wetness at her crotch and on her seat. She wanted to touch it. Explore. Without allowing herself to think too much about it, June moved her hand inside her wet underwear. She hissed. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive! And she was so wet! Her entire sex was slick with her own juices, so different from the wetness added by the pee. She gently stroked herself and could not help a low moan. It felt so good! The unrelenting pressure from her bladder made her even more sensitive, and June had never been more turned on in her life.
     
    What if…? No! But it would probably… No! Or…? Could she?
    Ooh, she had to pee so badly!
    Fuck! Everything felt so damn good!
     
    As she continued to stroke her clit in slow, lazy circles, while keeping the pee just inside the opening, June hissed as she felt a spasm go through her entire midsection and a strong gush of pee suddenly flowed out under her fingers. She was peeing! Oh, God, she was really doing this again! It was happening! She was wetting herself! Fuck, it was so good!
    The wetness trickling out across her fingers immediately soaked into her underwear and started to pool on the seat under her butt. That was all June had time to observe before she was hit with a strong wave of pleasure, and her orgasm swept her away.
     
    It felt as if her entire being was being sucked in on itself and into a single point of pleasure under her fingers. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her entire body tensed, and all she could feel was the intense pleasure as her muscles contracted and released in a steady rhythm, and the warm flood against her fingers, pulsing in time with it. It was pure ecstasy.
     
    Only when it was over did June fully realize what she had done. As her orgasm faded, she gradually became consciously aware of the warm trickle against her fingers, which slowed and then stopped completely. 
    Fuck! She had completely wet herself as she came! It had felt so good to release her pee into her orgasm that she had just kept going, not thinking about the mess. Blushing, despite being all alone, she pulled her hand out of her pants. It was soaking wet, and her fingertip was all pruny. The seat of her pants was soaked, and there was a giant puddle on the floor. Thank God her chair was not padded! There was a puddle on the seat, too, she noticed, when she stood up.
     
    The wet pants, cold against her skin now, clung to her legs as she waddled into the bathroom. She was almost too ashamed of herself to look in the mirror. Still blushing, she took her wet clothes off and threw them in the washing machine. Naked from the waist down, she got a towel and mopped up all the pee on and around her chair. Then she got an actual mop and cleaned everything thoroughly with soap and water before hopping in the shower to clean herself off.
     
    ***
    Chapter 2:

    A miscalculation
     
    Weeks later, June was still feeling conflicted about what she had done. She had not done that in years! She didn’t DO that anymore. She was an adult now! She felt like a freak, and wondered why she was not utterly disgusted with herself. She had peed all over herself and her chair like some degenerate … and had the best orgasm of her life to date. Why was she like this? She was never doing that again. She was never going to get a boyfriend if she acted like a perverted freak. What if someone found out and told everyone? 
     
    In the evenings, alone in her flat, however, June could not keep herself away from the internet sites she had found. She read every message board. Every story. And slowly but surely, something happened. Inside, June became less ashamed. She became more accepting of herself. So she liked what she liked. She had *always* liked what she liked. There was no denying it. Why? That wasn’t important. It was what it was. She was an adult who sometimes … OK, quite often, actually … got turned on by the idea of peeing in her pants.
     
    As for telling someone? No. Nope! Nu-uh! NEVER! That part had not changed. June would still die of embarrassment if anyone found out. She was still a virgin, for fuck’s sake! At twenty-two, that was already a little weird, and if people found out that she… had… that she… liked… that she WET… Hell no! She was still sure OTHER people would find her disgusting if they knew. Nobody could know!
     
    Instead, June had taken to putting off going to the bathroom when she had to pee. Not if she thought there was a chance she wouldn’t be able to make it to a toilet in time, or if she wasn’t sure if she would be able to hide the signs that she needed to pee, but every now and then, she let herself get uncomfortably desperate to pee. A few months had passed since … what happened, and June had not let herself do … that … since. She had wanted to. God, she had wanted to! Every time she touched herself, that was what she thought of. All she wanted was to feel that mind-numbing, all-encompassing ecstasy again, but she had held back. What if she became dependent on it? What if she wouldn’t be able to get aroused without it? She did not want to be the *that* person. A freak. She already felt different enough. 
     
    So she just put off going to the bathroom. She held her pee, feeling the urgent pressure build in her bladder until it was aching and begging for relief. It also made her tingly, albeit in a slightly different way. The anticipation of relief, thinking about the potential of wetting herself when her bladder was full meant her underwear was often wet. Never from pee, but wet all the same. And this was all in her head. (Well, and in her underwear.) Nobody could see that. Nobody would be able to find out her secret if it was all in her head, and there was no evidence. 
    And people had to pee! Everybody. It was normal! And sometimes people were delayed from going to the bathroom for whatever reason, causing them to become rather desperate. That wasn’t freaky, it happened. 
    June knew she was rationalizing, but she didn’t want to admit it to herself. She had been sitting in the library all afternoon after class, supposedly working on a paper, but for the past hour, she hadn’t been able to focus on anything but her need to pee. When she caught herself squirming in her seat, she decided it was time to go. Someone might see her squirm, realize why she was squirming, and then wonder why she didn’t just get up to go to the bathroom.
     
    She got up carefully. Fuck, the pressure was intense as she moved to stand up! She had to pee more than she thought! A wave of urgency washed over her, and June hissed under her breath. She actually had to do a little curtsy to stop herself leaking! Oh, no! This was bad. This was really, really bad! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! 
    She picked up her bag and quickly scurried out of the library. Walking helped a little, but she had to take itty bitty steps with her thighs pressed together, and, still, it felt like pee was about to come out. Panicking slightly, she looked around and found she was alone in the corridor outside the library. Quickly, she jammed a hand between her legs to put pressure on her opening and crossed her legs, bending almost double in a deep curtsy. Finally, the wave subsided. She was back in control, for now. June sighed. Fuck, that was close! How had she not realized how badly she needed to pee? She never waited THIS long!
     
    She made a beeline for the bathrooms, but to her absolute horror, they were closed for cleaning. Fuck! Almost dancing on the spot, but trying to be as discrete as possible, June considered her options. There were bathrooms in the history department two floors above her, but she did not think stairs were an option for her in this state, and the elevator was too far away in the other direction. There were some other bathrooms on this floor, but they were in the complete opposite direction from where she was going, and given how close to campus she lived, she could be halfway home by the time she got there. June was sure there were other bathrooms, too, some potentially quite close to her, but she wasn’t very familiar with this side of the campus, and she did not want to risk a fruitless, panicked search when she was this desperate. She had to find a bathroom NOW!
     
    Deciding (hoping!) that going home would be her best option, June prayed she could hold it and started walking as quickly as she dared, while still maintaining in control of her achingly full bladder. Oh, God, she had to pee! Why had she waited this long? She normally never let her holding get this out of hand, and she was feeling a rising panic that she might not be able to hold it. What if she couldn’t? Fuck! She could NOT let that happen! She had to hold it! She was in public! Someone could see her! She could absolutely not wet her pants in public! June breathed heavily. Oh, God! Her traitorous brain started conjuring up images of what would happen if she couldn’t hold it anymore, reminding her of how good it would feel to relax and how deliciously naughty it had felt to feel the warm wetness from her pee soak into the material of her pants… 
    No! 
    Fuck! 
    June’s hand flew to her crotch, and she crossed her legs, stopping dead in the middle of the sidewalk. It had almost come out! She had almost leaked! June could feel her entire face turn a bright crimson, and she furtively looked around once she had regained control and was able to remove her hand from between her legs. There were no people close to her, and she didn’t think anyone had taken any notice of her. Thank God! June hurried along, quietly grateful that she had opted to live further from downtown but much closer to campus than her friends. It was more inconvenient on evenings and weekends, but rent was less expensive this far out, and she could afford her tiny studio flat without a roommate. And today it meant that her toilet was closer. If she could only reach it!
     
    As she almost sprinted into the driveway, she saw that her landlady’s car was gone. She was out. “Thank fuck!” June thought to herself. June’s studio flat in the back half of the basement had its own entrance, but she was completely unable to hide the fact that she was very close to wetting herself now, and she would have been mortified if her landlady had seen her hold herself between the legs from her upstairs windows. Dancing in place, with one hand firmly between her legs, June dug around in her bag for her key. Where was it?!
     
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” June whispered under her breath. With her bathroom and relief so close, her already dire need to pee seemed to be increasing exponentially. There! Her key! As she fumbled to get her key in the lock, she felt her control slipping. 
     
    “No, no, no, no, no,” June whispered to herself. A tiny trickle found its way out into her panties. The wetness felt blazing hot against her skin. 
    No! She was peeing! It was coming out!
    June gasped. With her hand still firmly pressed between her legs, she finally managed to get the door open and stumbled in. The trickle turned into a steady stream as she ran inside and threw her bag on the floor. Fuck! It was like a seal had ruptured and the dam had broken. She was powerless to stop the flood. She had the sense to quickly kick off her shoes, but then, like a deer in headlights, June just froze. She was peeing her pants! She had been unable to hold it anymore and pee had just come out! That had NEVER happened to her before! Not since she was four! For a good few seconds, she just stood frozen, peeing into her pants. After a little while, she could have stopped if she had tried, but her pants were soaked anyway and there was a giant puddle on the floor already. With burning cheeks, June just stood there, arms at her side, and continued to empty her entire bladder into her pants and onto the floor. Once the desperate, painful pressure and panic had subsided, euphoric relief set in, and June was able to actually take in and enjoy the sensation. Warm, wet pee cascaded down the insides of her legs, with wetness branching outward under her butt and at the tops of her thighs in the front, before adding to the already huge puddle she was standing in. Her wet pants were clinging to her legs in weird places and the feeling of wet fabric against her skin was very arousing to her. The relief, combined with the sensation of warm wetness soaking into the fabric of her pants, felt sooooo good!
     
    Looking down at her puddle and wet pants, June felt embarrassed and aroused at the same time. She had had an accident! She had secretly always wanted to have an accident, but now she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. The relief had felt amazing, but she had not been prepared for the panic and pain that preceded it.
    She had held too long and almost wet herself in public! Her heart was still racing from the panic she had felt outside, when she could feel her control slipping. What if she hadn’t been just outside her own door? What if she had been on campus still, trying to find a toilet, with people around, and she had started leaking into her pants? Someone could have SEEN her!!! In all of her fantasies over the years, that was an aspect she had never really considered. Someone could have SEEN HER! If someone had seen her WET herself, she’d absolutely die of embarrassment. She was a grown-ass woman now! An adult! Adults didn’t wet themselves!
     
    June pulled off her dripping socks, but kept her pants on as she found a mop to clean up her mess. Her pants had long since gone cold, and they clung awkwardly to her legs, wet as they were. It was not really a pleasant feeling, but the sensation was impossible to ignore, and her brain kept shouting at her: “You peed your pants! You wet yourself! You WET yourself!” And June found it oddly arousing to move, feeling the wet pantlegs constrict her legs. Before stripping off her wet clothes and jumping in the shower, she could not help but stick her hand down the front of her pants. Sinking to her knees in pleasure, she gently stroked her swollen clit. And, seeing as her pants could not possibly get any wetter at this point, she gave herself permission to give in to the urge she had been fighting for weeks — months even. When her orgasm approached, she relaxed completely, letting whatever pee her bladder had accumulated since her accident trickle across her fingers and into her already sodden pants as she came.
     
    ***
    Chapter 3, where we meet Johnny:

    A new direction
     
    June cut back on holding. Her near-public accident had spooked her, and she was too scared to risk that kind of exposure again. In the months that followed after her accident, she rarely held it, and hardly ever in public. Too risky. 
    Then, by January, something had happened that made June swear off any “freaky” activities all together. She fell in love. 
     
    Johnny was so cool, and so handsome. A mutual friend had introduced them, and June could not believe someone like him could be interested in her. They had so many interests in common, and they stayed up for hours, talking about anything and everything under the sun. June wanted to know everything there ever was to know about Johnny, and, amazingly, he seemed to want to know everything about her. But June never mentioned … that. NEVER that! Internally, June pretended she hadn’t ever even heard about that.
    She was no longer a virgin, though, a fact she was very pleased with. And sex was amazing! To think she had been worried about not being able to get aroused without that thing she had never even heard about! Turned out all she needed was someone sexy touching her in all the right places!
     
    Yeah, the new, rosy glow on her existence lasted all of four months. When spring rolled around, she found herself day-dreaming about … that … again. She was still very much in love with Johnny, and he with her, as far as she knew. That wasn’t it. It was just that some part of her was missing from her life now. She missed … that. She could no longer pretend to herself that … that … was something she had never even heard of. She missed it. She needed it. She didn’t think she could ever not have it in her life. She couldn’t imagine living out the rest of her life without … that. June eventually got real with herself; she couldn’t cut that part out of her life forever. It would never go away. Fuck!
     
    June cried herself to sleep that night. And the night after. Johnny would leave her for sure. He might be the love of her life, but if she did … that … he would find out, he would be disgusted, and then he would leave. He might also tell all of their friends how disgusting she was, and they would all be disgusted with her and laugh behind her back. Hell, they’d probably laugh in her face. She got so down on herself on day three that Johnny noticed something was up and asked her what was wrong. She broke down in hysterical crying and hid her face against his chest. He stroked her back and her hair and told her everything would be ok, whatever it was. There was no way it would be, but how could she explain? She couldn’t. There was no way.
     
    ***
     
    They were in Johnny’s car. They had already seen a movie, and now they were making out in the back seat. June was wearing her new dark blue jeans, and she was sitting astride Johnny on his lap, facing him. He was touching her in all the right places, and she was so turned on! But she also had to pee really bad, and sitting with her legs this far apart was making it hard to hold her pee in. But she would do it. She could hold it. She could hold it for Johnny. Her need to pee turned her on even more, and when Johnny suddenly started to touch her there, it was almost too much to bear. Ooooh, she wanted to relax and let her pee soak into her pants! Suddenly, she could think of nothing sexier than doing that on Johnny’s lap. Johnny would like that, right? Who wouldn’t like that? It was so warm and wet and naughty! And she had to pee sooo bad! It would feel so good to relax and get relief! 
     
    Kissing Johnny deeply, June relaxed her muscles. She could feel her pants getting soaked, Johnny’s lap getting soaked, her pee just flooded out of her, but she was not feeling any relief. Strange. She kept going, but still no relief. Huh. Suddenly, she saw Johnny pull his hand away from her crotch and his face twist in surprise and disgust. “The fuck?! You’re PISSING on me?!?!”
     
    ***
     
    June bolted awake and sat straight up in bed, heart racing. Quickly, she put a hand down to feel her underwear. Dry. Thank fuck! Panting, she sank back against her pillow, all clammy with sweat.
     
    A dream. It had been a dream. Thank God. She’d dreamt about peeing a few times in the past, too, but she had never wet the bed. With Johnny sleeping beside her, June thanked every deity she could think of that that was still the case. Still, it took some time before she was able to fall asleep again.
     
    The following day, she and Johnny were having a lazy morning in bed. Neither of them had any obligations that day, and neither felt particularly like getting up. They had been talking, but June eventually fell quiet. This was it, her best opportunity. She was going to have to tell him. It felt safer to do that in bed, somehow. She didn’t have to look at him, see his face. It seemed easier.
     
    “Sweetheart?” Johnny said. “You OK?”
    “Yes and no,” said June. Her heart felt like it was about to beat its way out of her chest. “Listen, I need to tell you something. It’s personal and embarrassing, something I’ve never told anyone else EVER, and please don’t laugh. I don’t think I can bear it if you make fun of me.”
     
    She was close to crying.
     
    “What is it, babe?” Johnny said. “You can tell me anything!”
    “Will you promise me you’ll keep an open mind?” June said, her voice shaking.
    “Of course! I promise.” Johnny said. “Whatever it is. I love you.”
    “It’s to do with sex,” said June, blushing crimson and hiding her face against Johnny’s chest.
    “Nothing to do with you or anyone else!” she added quickly, as she lifted her face briefly and saw the confusion and worry on Johnny’s face. 
     
    “It’s about me. I, uh….”
    Her courage failed her. How could she tell him?! How could she tell him about this embarrassing, freaky side to her that he had no reason to suspect she had?
    “Juney, babe!” Johnny said. “What is it? Is it about something you want me to do?”
    “No!” she quickly said. “No! You’re great! It’s… I mean, I… I…”
     
    Words failed her again, and she once more hid her face against his chest.
    “Take your time,” he said. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”
    “But it is!” she said, close to tears again now, the words coming out muffled against his chest.
     
    “I… There… I… I… like something. It… turns me on. I like… to…”
    His slow and steady breathing moved her burning face up and down where it rested on his chest. Not daring to look up at him, and with her heart racing like a rabbit’s inside her chest, she continued in a whisper: “I like… to wet myself… pee my pants, I mean… like… on purpose.”
     
    He said nothing. The cat was out of the bag. She had told him her deepest, darkest secret, a secret she had told no one else in her entire life. Still hiding her face against his chest, she decided to lay it all bare for him. She loved him, and her heart now lay firmly in his hand. He could crush it into a million pieces, or he could make it soar.
     
    “Sometimes… I do it while I touch myself, and it makes me come harder,” she added.
    Still, he said nothing, though June thought she could feel his heart beating faster inside his chest. Slowly, gently, he put his finger under her chin and lifted her face from his chest, making her look up at him.
     
    There was no disgust on his face. Just curiosity.
    “Thank you for telling me,” he said. “I would never laugh at you for telling me what you like. I will admit, it was not what I expected. I thought you were going to tell me you wanted a threesome, or that you had been faking your orgasms or something. I was terrified! I love you, Juney. This is… I haven’t… Will you tell me more about it?”
     
    So June did. Johnny listened. He did not laugh at her. He said he wanted to know more.
    June asked if there was something he liked that he hadn’t told her about, and Johnny sheepishly shared that he really liked a finger in his butt when he was about to come. He told her he had never told anyone that before, because he didn't think straight men were supposed to want anything going into their butt. He hadn’t told her, because he had been afraid she would laugh at him or think he was secretly gay and hiding it from her or something. They continued talking until they were starving before they got out of bed. June didn’t think it was possible to love Johnny more than she already did, but here she was. She had told him. She had told him her deepest, darkest, embarrassing secret and he hadn’t laughed at her.
     
    *** 
     
    Around a week later, Johnny shot her a look, one eyebrow cocked, when they were having dinner. He had a devilish grin on his face, and his eyes were full of mischief.
    “You want to do something tonight?” he asked.
    “Do what?” June asked.
    “I was thinking. Would you be willing to skip going to the bathroom before the movie and just hold it until after? For me? I’ll get you a large soda.” Johnny’s eyes sparkled.
     
    They were going to see the Matrix after dinner. 
    June could not believe what she was hearing. They had not talked about her secret (or his, for that matter) since that lazy morning in bed. Secretly, she had wanted to suggest something, but she didn’t know how to bring it up. Now Johnny was making suggestions? She could feel herself getting a little turned on just from the thought.
    “Ok.” Her eyes sparkled too.
     
    By the time they arrived at the movie theater, June kind of already needed to pee a little. Her stomach was full of butterflies, but she resolutely walked right past the bathrooms and they found their seats inside. Johnny had, as promised, bought her a large soda.
    They had bought seats near the exit, because June had nervously explained to him before they got there that if she started to panic, they needed to leave immediately. She did NOT want to risk an accident in public.
    “How are you doing?” Johnny whispered in her ear when the lights dimmed.
    “I already have to pee,” June whispered back, before she took a nervous sip of her soda. She had never had anyone else be aware of her need to pee before. It felt strange, but also a little arousing.
    “I hope I can hold it!” She was already getting turned on.
    June quickly got absorbed in the movie — it was amazing! — and kept sipping at her soda. Soon, however, her soda was empty and she started to find it difficult to concentrate on what was happening on the screen. Her bladder was filling up at an alarming rate, and she was getting increasingly uncomfortable. She tried to squirm in her seat as discretely as possible, but Johnny could not have been focusing on the movie at all, because he immediately leaned in to whisper in her ear.
    “Are you ok? Do you have to pee?”
    “Yeah, I have to go really bad!” June whispered back, pressing her thighs together as tightly as she could. “I’m ok, though. I can hold it. I think.”
     
    “There’s about 45 minutes left of the movie,” Johnny whispered a few minutes later when June squirmed in her seat again. “Can you make it?”
    June was no longer sure she could. Her large soda was filling up her bladder much faster than she had anticipated. She already had her thighs pressed together, and she really wanted to put her hand down to hold herself! Nobody was sitting near them, and this whole thing had been Johnny’s idea, so… June put her hand down between her legs and put pressure on her opening. That felt good. Desperate to pee though she was, June got more aroused. She thought she heard Johnny draw a sharp breath next to her, but couldn’t be sure.
     
    “I don’t know,” she whispered, truthfully. “I have to go soooo bad! I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold it. Maybe. I’m ok for now.”
     
    Five minutes later, however, she knew she would not be able to last until the end of the movie. And having to walk out at the same time as all the other people? Forget it. She might lose control right in front of everyone. Everyone would see. Everyone would KNOW.
    “We need to leave,” she whispered to Johnny. “I have to pee so badly, I can’t make it until the end of the movie. I might wet myself!”
     
    Just saying the words out loud was immensely arousing. She had never said it out loud before. She had been aroused since before they got here, but her arousal was increasing almost as quickly as her need to pee. She still had her hand between her legs.
    “Ok, let’s go,” Johnny whispered back. “Just so you know, I’ve been watching you squirm and hold yourself, and it’s sexy as hell.”
    He got up and held his hand out for her to take. Getting up put pressure on her bladder, and she hissed as she had to take a little curtsy to remain in control. Fuck, she had to pee!
    Once out in the empty hallway outside the theater, Johnny leaned in and spoke softly in her ear.
    “Do you want to go straight to the bathroom now, or do you think you can make it home when it’s just the two of us in the car? Either way, I’m fucking you as soon as we get home, because watching you squirm around like that, knowing it turns you on, is so damn sexy, I can’t stand it.”
     
    It was the sexiest thing June had ever heard. 
    “I don’t know. I really am desperate. I think I can hold it,” June said, hesitantly. “But what if I can’t? What if it starts coming out and I can’t stop? What if I pee all over your car seat?”
    “The seats have slip covers,” Johnny said, grinning. “They can be washed. Don’t worry about it.”
     
    His eyes glittered. June blushed.
    “Ok, then. I think I can hold it,” she whispered, heart hammering.
     
    The drive to her studio wasn’t long, but June thought she was going to explode. The pain and pressure were becoming unbearable, every bump in the road sending a painful stab up into her bladder. As much as she wanted to enjoy this entirely new situation, her arousal was waning.
    “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” she whispered under her breath. She crossed her legs and shoved a hand down to put pressure on her opening. “It’s almost coming out! I don’t know how long I can hold it!” She had been this desperate only once in her life, and, knowing how that had ended, she was starting to panic.
    “Hang on, babe!” Johnny said to her. “We’re almost there. Hang on.”
     
    June hissed as a strong wave of urgency washed over her. Despite clenching with every muscle in her body, she could feel a little trickle of pee slip past her defenses and soak into her pants.
     
    “Oh, no! No, no, no!” she squeaked, panicking now. 
    “It’s coming out! I’m peeing! I can’t hold it!”
     
    “We’re here!” Johnny almost shouted, as his car skidded to a stop outside June’s house. He ran around to June’s side and tore open the door.
    “Are you ok, baby? Can I do anything? Can I help?”
     
    June scrunched up her face in concentration as she fought to gain control of her bladder again. Her entire body shook with the effort, but she finally managed. Though not before a substantial leak had forced its way out. Her entire crotch was wet against her hand, which she still had firmly pressed against her opening. The seat of her pants had an unmistakable wet spot, as did the car seat, June noticed, as she got out.
    “Some pee came out,” she said to Johnny, her voice still a little panicked. “I couldn’t stop it! It got all over your car seat, I’m so sorry!”
    “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” Johnny said. “Are you ok?”
    June was not ok. She still had to pee. A LOT! The little gush had done almost nothing to take the edge off, and she was still fighting with every muscle she had to keep the flood at bay.
    “I still have to pee so badly!” June whimpered. “I don’t think I can hold it!”
    She danced on the spot, holding herself with both hands now. Her control was slipping, she could feel it.
    “Let’s get you inside,” Johnny said, and took her by the elbow, gently leading her toward her front door, while June danced around, curtsied and still held herself with both hands.
     
    She was so close! She just needed to get inside! Inside was safe, nobody could see her inside! She just had to hold it a little longer! Johnny already had her key out and ready, opening the door for her when June felt her bladder spasm and pee started to trickle out into her pants, completely beyond her control. She just froze on the spot and whimpered.
    “It’s coming out! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m peeing! I can’t hold it!”
    Despite clenching as hard as she could, pee was still trickling out under her hand. The steady trickle soon became a flood, and June hissed as she lost the battle. Hot, wet pee gushed into her pants. She pulled her hand away. It was no use anymore. She had lost control. The pee flowed out in a T-shape at the top of her thighs and also spread outward under her butt cheeks in the back. Her torrent of pee raced down the insides and backs of her thighs and splashed noisily on the front steps to her flat. 
    “I can’t stop! Fuck! I can’t stop! It’s just coming out!” June whispered, not daring to look up at Johnny.
     
    Johnny just watched her, eyes wide, as June just stood there, absolutely flooding her pants right in front of him.
     
    After about fifteen seconds, June was able to pinch off the stream. Standing in a puddle of her own making, she blushed as she looked up at Johnny. No longer panicking and feeling quite relieved, she felt a rush of arousal again at what she had done. She had wet herself in front of Johnny! He had been the one to suggest holding it, knowing what might happen, but June’s heart raced as she met Johnny’s eyes. What if it hadn’t been what he expected? What if he wasn’t ok with it after all? What if he was disgusted?
    “Well, I almost made it,” she said.
     
    Johnny said nothing. He just pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply.
    “I love you,” he said to her. “That was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. You were so vulnerable with me just now. It was extremely hot. Are you ok?”
     
    She nodded and kissed him back, still blushing a little, but her heart started to slow down. At least he didn’t seem disgusted. It felt very awkward to be held in a tight embrace, being kissed when she had just lost control and flooded her pants right in front of the man she loved. It was the second time in her adult life she had lost control and wet herself without being able to stop it. She should be embarrassed, but…
    “Are you… turned on…?” he whispered.
    Blushing even more, she nodded sheepishly.
    “So fucking hot,” he whispered, almost to himself, as he pulled her inside and shut the door behind them.
     
    Kissing her deeply, Johnny removed her jacket and shrugged out of his own. June kicked off her sneakers. They had gotten drenched when she lost control, so she would have to wash them, she reminded herself. Later. She’d wash them later.
    Johnny pulled her into the bathroom and took off her shirt and bra, cupping her breasts in his hands as he kissed her. She made to start taking her wet pants off, but he stopped her.
    “Wait,” he said, and spun her around, so that her back was against him and they were facing the full-length mirror. He pulled her in close to him and kissed her on the neck.
    “Johnny!” she said, “I’m soaked! Your clothes will get wet!”
    “Don’t worry about it,” he said and pulled her even closer. “I want to try something.” He kissed her neck again and slid his hand down into her wet pants. June gasped. He found her clit and stroked it gently.
     
    “Oooh,” he said, grinning as he kissed her neck again, and his fingers explored her. His eyes glittered as they met June’s in the mirror. “This is a different kind of wetness, now, isn’t it?”
    June moaned and could not help but to thrust her hips against his hand.
     
    Fuck! Was this really happening? June reached a hand up behind Johnny’s neck and arched into his touch. This was something she could not have even imagined in her wildest dreams.
    Johnny kissed her neck and pinched her right nipple with his left hand. His right hand was still inside her pants, where he kept stroking her clit.
     
    June forgot all about trying not to get Johnny’s clothes wet and leaned back into him. She could feel his erection against her backside. Her wet pantlegs clung to her as she widened her stance to give Johnny’s hand better access, the odd constriction of her wet pantlegs reminding her of what she had just done. Fuck, this felt so good! Nothing had ever felt this good!
     
    “Tell me something, sexy,” Johnny said softly into her ear, his voice a deep, husky rumble. “Did you lose it all back there, or do you still have to pee?”
    June’s arousal soared and she moaned again, leaning into Johnny.
    “I managed to stop myself and hold it,” she said, blushing again, as she could not help but thrust her hips into Johnny’s touch with a little whimper. “I still have to pee.”
    “Well, then…” She could feel Johnny’s grin as he kissed her neck again. 
    “I remember you saying something about coming harder when you pee. Will you come hard for me, sweetheart?”
     
    Oh, fuck, was this really happening? June had never wanted anything more in her life. She was so turned on, she could barely stand it, and now she had … permission? 
    She met his eyes in the mirror. 
    “It’s just fluids, sweetheart,” he said, and shrugged, his eyes almost black with lust as he looked at her. “I want you to let yourself go and come hard on my hand.”
    June just nodded.
     
    She closed her eyes and leaned back against him again, as Johnny continued his lazy circles over her clit. Her bladder was still relatively full. She could have held it, but Johnny had asked her not to. He had asked her not to!! 
     
    She relaxed her muscles and let her pee creep lower, toward her opening, and as always, when she did that, the sense of urgency shot up. She hissed. Did she dare?
    Without thinking too much about it, she let a little bit of pee slip past, before she immediately clamped down on her muscles again. There was a strong gush, warming her already wet pants, and she could not help but moan softly. Johnny drew a sharp breath, but did not stop his slow and gentle massage of her clit.
     
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said. “Come for me, sexy. Just let it go.”
    June could feel her orgasm approaching like a runaway freight train. She was so turned on, her entire sex throbbed and ached. She had wet herself in front of Johnny and he hadn’t run. He hadn’t laughed. He had accepted her. She felt safe with him. She loved him. He loved her. He had his HAND inside her wet pants and he… Fuck, that felt good! Johnny’s fingers moved a little more insistently, more demanding. She moaned again. Her bladder ached for relief, and she stopped fighting it.
     
    She let go of her control and relaxed, gushing into her pants. It was so warm and wet! Johnny drew another sharp breath as soon as the flood of pee hit his fingers, but he did not stop. He held her tightly against him, and she could still feel the hard pressure of his erection against her butt through their pants.
     
    “Fuck!” June said, moaning. “Fuck, that feels good! Oh, God. Fuck! Yes! I’m coming!”
    She could feel her entire body begin to spasm. Her eyes rolled back and her entire being was sucked in, reduced to that single spot of ecstasy under his touch. The world was nothing but that all-encompassing pleasure and the warm, wet river flowing out of her.
     
    Eyes closed, she breathed heavily and kept going as she returned to her body, emptying her bladder completely. Awash in hormones from her orgasm, June luxuriated in her euphoria and relief, a stupid grin on her face.
    Johnny had stopped moving his fingers when she came, but he did not remove his hand, even as the last drops of June’s long-held pee trickled over his fingers. He still held her tight, his other arm firmly around her waist. 
     
    When it was over, they simply stood there, in their embrace, for a little while.
    June opened her eyes and met Johnny’s in the mirror.
    “Oops?” she said, grinning sheepishly.
    He grinned back at her and kissed her neck again.
    “That…” he said. “Was HOT! You gave yourself entirely over to me just now, and I have never seen anything sexier in my entire life.”
    “I made a mess, though… and I peed all over your hand…” June said, starting to feel a little embarrassed now that it was all over, looking at her dripping wet pants and the giant puddle on the floor.
    “I don’t care, it’s just pee,” Johnny said. “It’s mostly water anyway, and we can clean it up.”
    “Listen to me,” he said and lifted her chin up with the hand that she hadn’t just peed all over, making her meet his eyes. “That was you. All of you. And I got to be here, to have you, to be the one to give that to you. Please don’t be embarrassed. I love you.”
     
    And then he kissed her.
     
    *** 
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    A turning of tables
     
    About a month later, June and Johnny were enjoying another lazy morning in bed together. They had both had an intense couple of weeks with end of semester exams, but they were both done now, and looking forward to the summer break.
     
    “What does it feel like?” Johnny said, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.
    “What does what feel like?” June said, with her head resting on his chest.
    “Wetting your pants,” Johnny said, and June’s entire stomach did a sudden swooping somersault. She couldn’t help a little smile.
    “Well…” June began.
    “I mean,” Johnny said. “What is it about it you like so much?”
    “I don’t know,” June said. She had never put it into words before.
    “There’s something about the way it feels, so warm and wet, and the way it soaks into my clothes, keeping the wetness close to my skin. I think the main thing that … turns me on, though…” she said, blushing. “Is the fact that you’re not supposed to do it. It’s taboo. You’re supposed to hold your pee until you find a proper place to relieve yourself. I think that’s probably part of why it feels so arousing to me. In addition to it feeling so incredibly good, I mean.”
    “Hm….” Johnny said pensively.
    “Why?” June said. “Do you want to try?”
    “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe? I think I might be curious about how it feels. Or maybe I just liked watching you? I don’t know. I’ve never given it any thought before. I just know I didn’t mind the mess as much as maybe I thought I would, and you looked so completely blissful… I mean, what if I’m missing out on something awesome?”
     
    “But what about the accidental part? You know, the loss of control…” he went on, after thinking for a couple of minutes. “Is that different from just letting go on purpose?”
    “Yes,” said June. “You know, I fantasized about having an accident in my pants when I was younger. But I never dared hold my pee long enough for that to happen, because I was never alone long enough. I wanted to be alone. I was afraid of what people would say if they saw. I would die of embarrassment. As a child and teenager, I sometimes pretended and wet myself deliberately when I knew I could have privacy, but I actually didn’t experience that genuine loss of control until I was an adult. The Matrix was only the second time I have held until I can’t anymore. The first time was not long before we met.”
    Johnny nodded. She had told him about accidentally waiting too long and wetting her pants when she had confessed everything earlier that spring.
     
    “Both ways turn me on,” June continued, still blushing. “But they’re different. I get turned on while I’m holding, but when I’m getting close to losing control, the arousal kind of goes away, and all I feel is panic and pain. It really hurts to hold at the end. I don’t want anyone to know I have to pee that badly, and if I lose control in public, or if people see me hold myself or dance around, they’ll know, and I would die of embarrassment. So if I’m somewhere public and feel like I’m close to losing control, all I feel is panic, even though I could have been incredibly turned on before the panic sets in. But the actual wetting is what turns me on the most,” she said. 
     
    “I just love the sensation of peeing into my underwear and my pants and feeling the wetness against my skin. I got that feeling eventually when I lost control, too, both times, but right as I was losing control, all I felt was panic, because I was trying to stop it. I was still in public — even just outside my front door, there are neighbors — people could potentially see me. It wasn’t private. I think I prefer to hold just a little, until I feel the pressure and that really exciting ‘I really have to pee soon’ feeling, but then controlling the circumstances of the wetting by doing it deliberately. I think that would be ideal for me.”
    “Mmmm,” said Johnny, and they both fell quiet.
     
    “So…” Johnny said after another few minutes had passed. “How would you feel about going to see the Matrix again? We never saw the ending, and to be honest, I missed most of it because I was so focused on watching your sexy self squirm in your seat.”
    “Deal!” June said. “I really want to know how it ends.”
     
    They got seats in the middle of the theater this time. There were far fewer people than last time, June figured most people who wanted to see it, had probably seen it by now.
    June was surprised at how much of the movie she had missed the last time. The movie did make a lot more sense now that she wasn’t focusing all her attention on not wetting her pants. It was really good! And different. June had never seen anything like it before.
    When the end credits started rolling, Johnny stood up immediately, but didn’t say anything. June followed suit, and they started walking out of the theater. In the inevitable bottle neck of people at the exit, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
    “Can we just get out of here as quickly as possible? I feel like I’m about to piss myself, but I think I can hold it until we get to your house. Can you drive? I don’t think I can drive.”
    He handed her his car key.
    June could not believe her ears! Johnny had to pee, and he was holding it? Her stomach did the swooping somersault again, and she could feel herself getting aroused. The twinge from her own bladder just added to the arousal, and June could feel herself getting wet.
     
    They quickly made their way to Johnny’s car in the parking lot, and June got behind the wheel. Johnny breathed heavily in the passenger seat, his hands balled up into tight fists on his thighs, his knuckles white.
    “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” he muttered to himself. His thighs were pressed together.
    “Honey, are you ok?” June said, glancing over to him as she drove as quickly as she could toward her studio flat. “Talk to me. How bad is it? Can you hold it?”
    “This may have been a mistake,” Johnny said. “Maybe I should have gone to the bathroom inside. I didn’t know it was going to get this bad. I didn’t really have to pee before the movie, not really, so I just skipped going to the bathroom, but then that damn soda…” He drew in a sharp breath and grabbed himself through his pants.
    “I can hold it. I think. Fuck! I have never done this before! I don’t know how long I can hold it! What if I can’t hold it?! What if I piss my… No. I can hold it. I have to hold it! Just… drive fast.”
     
    “We’re almost there, babe, hold on,” June said, consolingly, but on the inside, she was really turned on.
    She pulled into her driveway, and Johnny was out the door almost before the car had come to a complete stop. June ran after him.
     
    “No, no, no, no, no, no,” Johnny suddenly whimpered, and he franticly started unbuttoning his jeans while dancing on the spot. “Fuck! It’s coming out, it’s coming out, I’m pissing, I can’t stop!”
     
    And indeed he was. June could see a wet spot starting to bloom to the left of the fly on his faded blue jeans before Johnny was able to get his pants unbuttoned and pull them down to free his cock. The wet spot continued to spread as he reached in to pull his cock out, and he almost caught June in his impressive jet of pee before he was able to point it down toward the ground. Leaning on the wall and breathing heavily, he continued to water the flowers next to her front door for almost a minute. 
    “Fuck, that felt good,” he said at last, when his flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Johnny tucked his cock back into his wet boxer briefs and buttoned his pants. There was a huge wet spot to the left of his fly, extending halfway down his left thigh.
    June was so turned on, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Mostly she wanted to kiss him and feel how wet his boxer briefs were, but she didn’t know how he felt about what had just happened, so she did nothing.
    “Well that… was interesting…!” Johnny said at last. His cheeks were red as he lifted his head and met her eyes at last. “I’m so embarrassed, I had not expected to lose control like that. That has never happened to me before.”
     
    He must have seen something on her face, though, because then he added with a sheepish grin: “It felt really good to finally let go, though…”
     
    He went on:
    “I was just going to hold it a little, to see how it felt to be really full and still holding, you know, like you described, but it got worse so quickly, and then it started to really hurt. In the car I debated asking you to pull over, but there wasn’t really anywhere TO pull over, and then we were finally here. I was hoping I would be able to hold on until I got inside, but then it just… started coming out! I had no control!”
     
    His eyes were wide as he relived the panic he must have felt.
    “I couldn’t stop it, I really tried, but it came out anyway! And it hurt so much! And then I tried to get my pants down, but then I lost all control, and it started gushing out, and it was soaking into my boxers, and…”
     
    June moved in and kissed him. 
     
    “Do you have any idea how sexy that was?” she asked him. “I’ve been so turned on since you told me you had to pee at the theater.”
    She kissed him again. He seemed to relax a little. 
    “I never knew it came out in a different spot when men pee…” she murmured against his lips. Even lower, she added: “It was very fascinating. I hope I get to see that again some time.”
     
    She touched the wet spot on the front of his pants, and felt his cock respond to her touch.
    Kissing him again, she pulled him into the hallway and closed the door behind them. They kicked off their shoes and shrugged out of their coats, before they made their way to the bathroom. Still kissing, they stripped off their clothes until they were both naked from the waist up. Johnny started taking off his pants, but June stopped him.
    “Wait,” she said. “I want to try something.”
    Johnny grinned as she used the same words he had said to her the last time they had come home from seeing the Matrix, roles reversed. 
    For a tiny studio flat, June’s bathroom was unusually large, and her shower had a built-in, tiled bench. Useful for shaving her legs, sure, but now she had other plans for it. She pulled Johnny’s pants down just enough to free his cock and had him sit down. Then she took off her jeans, leaving her underwear on, and sat astride his lap, facing him. He grabbed her ass firmly with both hands and kissed her deeply. June could feel him go hard underneath her.
    Feeling unusually daring, June whispered: “I want you to pull my underwear to the side so I can ride you, Johnny. I have wanted you inside me ever since you told me you were desperate to pee, and watching you lose control is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
    Johnny just grunted and did as she asked.
     
    June drew a sharp breath when he entered her. She hadn’t peed since before the movie, and she had never had sex with her bladder this full. Having him inside her added to the pressure on her bladder, and it turned her on even more. She was close to coming already.
    “Slow,” she instructed him, and she could tell he liked her taking control.
    “I have to pee,” she said. “Having you inside me is making me have to go even more. It’s turning me on.”
     
    Johnny’s eyes turned almost black with lust, and he gripped her ass even tighter, breathing heavily. 
     
    “Fuck!” he cursed hoarsely and moaned as he leaned back and moved his hips to thrust deeper into her. “You’re so hot right now!”
    June rode his cock slowly up and down and moaned with pleasure. It was so good! Her bladder felt so full with the added pressure from inside, she could hardly stand it.
    “Oh, God, it’s so good!” she said breathily. “I have to pee so bad, and it’s making me so horny!” She continued to ride his cock. “Fuck, yes! You feel so good inside me!”
    Johnny only gripped her ass in response. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was holding back so he wouldn’t come too soon.
     
    “Can I let some out? I really want to let some out!” June whispered.
    “Fuck, yes! Do whatever you want, just don’t stop!” Johnny groaned.
     
    June hardly had to concentrate, she was so ready. Taking Johnny’s cock deep inside her, she relaxed her muscles and a strong gush of pee shot out of her almost immediately, before she clamped the flow off again.
     
    She gasped at the sensation of peeing in this position, and she heard Johnny draw a sharp breath as she drenched his stomach, but she did not stop moving her hips. Fuck! Was it possible for anything to feel this good? She started moving her hips faster and could feel herself starting to come. 
     
    “Fuck, this is so good!” June moaned into Johnny’s ear. He gripped her ass tight again.
    “I’m nearly there already, babe,” he mumbled. “Fuck! You feel so good! Do it again.”
    “I want you to come hard on my cock,” he grunted, still grabbing her ass tightly.
    “Do it. Let yourself go and piss on me as you come.”
     
    It was all June needed. As the first spasms of her orgasm rippled through her body, she let go of her bladder muscles completely. Her stream hissed, spraying Johnny’s lower stomach, splashing everywhere.
     
    “Fuck! Yes! Oh, God, that feels so good! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
    She locked eyes with Johnny, her eyes probably as black as his, just before she was unable to keep them open anymore and her orgasm took her. Through the bliss, she was vaguely aware of Johnny coming inside her with a stifled “Hnnng…” and her bladder spilling her final drops on Johnny’s stomach. 
     
    After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and met Johnny’s gaze. She lifted herself off him, let her underwear snap into place and felt his spend slowly slide out of her, soaking into the cotton material. She sat down on the bench beside him and took in the mess she had made. There were puddles on the bench on both sides of Johnny, random wet spots on Johnny’s pants from her riding him as she came, and a giant puddle on the tile floor.
    Johnny was still breathing heavily next to her. 
     
    “Fuck!” he said. “That was… I never… wow…”
    “Yeah. Me too. Wow,” June agreed.
     
    ***
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from omoEnthusiast1 in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from .s04k_urs3lf. in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from waterrat in June's wet adventures   
    (Here's a couple more chapters. Ch. 7 is short, but sweet, whereas ch. 8 is a little bit longer. CW: There is some diaper use for convenience in that one. I have not ever personally used/purchased diapers, so I have no idea about their capacity or what would have been available for purchase in 1999. If I'm way off, please suspend your disbelief for that part, lol.)
    Chapter 7: A trip to the beach
     
    Late August offered up some lovely weather, and June and Johnny decided to go to the beach. This could very well be their last opportunity this season, with courses starting up again soon.
    Secretly, June was excited for fall this year. With the new direction her life had taken, she planned to make the most of the months ahead, wearing long coats at every opportunity…
     
    She couldn’t get her adventure in town out of her head. Looking back, she didn’t get any of the panic and fear she had felt in the moment — all she could remember was the excitement and arousal at the wetness blooming in her pants. In public! 
     
    There were lots of people at the beach, but none of them were really close to her and Johnny. They had chosen to set up their little beach chairs a little bit off to the side. After swimming for a while, they were now lounging, warming up in the sun.
    “I can’t stop thinking about it,” June said quietly to Johnny.
    “About what?” Johnny said.
    “The day in town when I *wet* myself,” June said, whispering the word wet. “And then what we did after…”
    Johnny cocked an eyebrow at her in response.
    “It’s turning me on,” June admitted, blushing, but her eyes glittered at Johnny.
    “I kinda want to do it again…”
     
    Johnny didn’t immediately answer, but casually folded his hands across his lap where he sat, hiding the bulge June’s words had created.
    “Easy!” he said to June at last. “I’ll be arrested for indecency!”
    She grinned at him.
     
    “Now that you mention it, though…” he continued, quietly, so nobody would overhear. 
    “A thought occurred to me. I actually have to piss pretty bad right now. I was going to ask you to come swimming with me, to feel me warm up the water a little, but… what if I just go right here?”
    June whipped around to look at him. She could not believe what she was hearing.
    “You mean… in your shorts?” She took a deep breath. “On the chair?”
    Johnny nodded. Then he winked at her.
    June was so aroused that she had to squeeze her legs together. She wanted to touch herself, but didn’t dare with so many people around. Was he serious?
    Johnny adjusted himself through his shorts. He didn’t say anything, but held up a finger, as if to tell her to wait.
    “Ok,” he said finally. “I’m ready.”
    He rested his hands on the armrests of the low beach chair and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. June quickly glanced around. Nobody was paying them any attention, and Johnny just looked as if he was relaxing, enjoying the sunshine.
    Suddenly, a wet spot appeared to the left of the center front seam on Johnny’s dark blue swim shorts. June gasped.
    “Sssshhh,” Johnny whispered, but he did not stop.
    The wet spot grew, and with Johnny leaning back so far, it seemed to pool in his lap, before it ran between his legs and pattered onto the sand below through the plastic bands making up the seat of Johnny’s low chair. Johnny kept going and going, and June watched, mesmerized, as the wet spot on his shorts glistened in the sun. After around 30 seconds, Johnny heaved a great sigh and opened his eyes again. June could see a huge wet spot on the sand underneath his chair.
     
    “Well, that felt good,” Johnny said quietly, matter-of-factly. “I really had to go.”
    Lowering his voice even further, he leaned toward June. “My entire butt is wet!”
    June could not help a low whimper. She was so turned on it almost hurt.
    “Fuck me, that was hot!” she whispered.
    “That can be arranged,” Johnny said with a grin. “I think we’ll have to wait until we get home, though…”
     
    June kept sneaking glances at Johnny’s wet shorts. The wicking material of his swim shorts soon erased any trace of an actual wet spot, but the knowledge of what Johnny had done was enough to keep June aroused with a single glance over at them. 
     
    “Come on, babe, are you going to let me be the only one to sit here in wet shorts…?” he asked, when June snuck another glance over at him. “Don’t you have to pee?”
    June did have to pee. Her need had been building for a while now, and she had actually also been contemplating a swim when Johnny pulled his bold move. The pressure had only increased since, and she was getting close to desperate.
     
    “I do,” she confirmed to him. “Do you mind if I copy you?”
    “Not at all, babe,” he said and reached for her hand to hold it. “Go for it!”
    Cheeks burning and heart racing, June spread her legs slightly in the chair and relaxed. Pee shot out of her in a strong jet, and she could feel the wetness bloom across her crotch and spread down and back, across her entire butt. It pattered where it fell on the sand underneath her chair.
     
    Johnny drew in a sharp breath and squeezed her hand, but didn’t say anything.
    June also did not say anything, but leaned her head back and enjoyed the relief. She peed for what felt like forever, but it was probably only around 30 seconds.
     
    When her stream finally slowed and then stopped, she opened her eyes and met Johnny’s gaze. His eyes glittered and he smiled at her. 
    “Good?” he said.
    “Amazing!” June responded. In a whisper, she added: “Fuck! I’m so turned on right now!”
    Johnny said nothing, but casually folded his hands in his lap again. He grinned at her.
     
    ***
     
     
    Chapter 8: A happy Halloween
     
    Fall came and June’s life continued to be amazing. She and Johnny had decided to formally move in together, as they were spending virtually all their time together anyway, and Johnny was desperate to get away from his roommates.
    With their combined rent-paying ability, they were able to find a cute one-bedroom not far from June’s old studio. 
    Their respective studies were still demanding a lot from them both, but it was lovely to have Johnny around every day (and night). The new flat was also within walking distance from campus, and June enjoyed the fresh air on her walk back and forth each day, even as the air turned cold and crisp, heading into October. She frequently took advantage of the benefits of layering and long coats to have a little fun on the way home. Skirts had become her go-to outfits, and with thick tights or leggings underneath, it was simply too good to pass up.
     
    This crisp Wednesday afternoon was no different. June was wearing a gray wool mini skirt, with thick black tights underneath. Half-way home, she stopped and pretended to look at her phone for a minute, so she could relax and let a three second gush of pee soak into her panties and tights. The familiar bloom of warm wetness spread out across her crotch, and June had to stifle a moan. It felt sooo good! 
    “Hey! What’cha doin’?” said a bright voice right next to her suddenly.
    June startled at the sight of Angela, a girl in her program, catching up to her. She seemed eager to chat. 
    “Eh, oh, nothing, just got a text message,” June said, flustered, holding up her phone before putting it back in her pocket. Every fiber of her being was now acutely aware of the wetness in her pants, hidden by her skirt. Having no choice but to trust (and hope!) that her secret was well hidden, she composed herself and continued walking.
    “What’s up?”
    “I was just wondering if you and Johnny were going to the department Halloween party,” Angela said. “I heard everyone’s going all out for costumes this year.”
    “I don’t know,” June said. “Who’s going?”
    “Everyone!” Angela said. “I think everyone’s coming, except for Jared, Rosemary and Ethan.”
    June nodded at Angela’s mention of some of the people on the periphery of their program, whom nobody had expected to come.
    “You got a costume planned?” June asked.
    “Oh, yeah, I’m going as Holly Golightly,” Angela said. “You know, from Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”
     
    The theme of the party was Breakfast. She had already heard countless people talk about dressing up as characters from the Breakfast Club, or, indeed, Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Other, slightly more creative ideas she had heard circulating, was dressing up as Mrs. Butterworth syrup or, simply, as bacon.
     
    “What about you?” Angela asked.
    “Don’t know yet, but I think it’ll be food related,” said June.
    They chatted for a few minutes, until June had to turn left onto her street and Angela was continuing straight.
     
    As soon as they had said goodbye and June was alone on her street, she breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t expected to have to make small talk with wet underwear under her skirt! The wet fabric had clung to her as they walked, impossible to ignore, but June was confident Angela had no idea. She had gotten away with it! Feeling this secret wetness while her friend walked beside her, oblivious, had been incredibly arousing, and now June picked up her phone.
     
    Johnny answered almost immediately.
    “Hey, are you home?” June asked.
    “Yeah, why?” Johnny wondered.
    “Alone, right?” June added.
    “Yeees…?”
    She could tell from Johnny’s voice that he was catching on, and she could practically hear his smirk through the phone.
    “Why…?”
    “Just making sure,” June said, as she casually dribbled slowly into her underwear and had to suppress a moan.
     
    Their new driveway was private, with no neighbors with a view to their side yard, so June daringly let her third deliberate dribble continue long enough to leave wet streaks down her tights far below the hem of her skirt.
    Johnny had apparently been waiting, because he opened the door and leaned against the doorframe, watching her walk up. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and his eyes glittered.
    “I, uh, may have… uh… wet myself a little…” June said, as Johnny pulled her in for a kiss.
    “I can see that!” Johnny said. “Although a little may be an understatement…”
     
    ***
     
    After a most satisfying shower with Johnny and a change of clothes, they were cuddled up on the couch together.
    “I’ve had an idea for costumes for the Halloween party,” June said. “If you want to go?”
    “That depends,” Johnny said. “How ridiculous am I going to look?”
     
    The idea had come to her after she and Angela had parted ways. The sensation of wet underwear against her skin while talking with a friend as if nothing was amiss, had triggered something in June. She wanted to feel that again. She even wanted to take it one step further; she wanted to be able to let pee flow into her pants while talking to a friend as if nothing was amiss. The ultimate thrill! But how to go undetected? 
    She had started thinking about Halloween costumes and the weird shapes they sometimes had. Some of them even had lots of padding to fill out these shapes. And then! The idea had suddenly occurred to her. A diaper! She could get an adult diaper to wear underneath her costume, and nobody would know because of all the padding. It was a little out there, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it.
     
    “Listen, this is a bit out there, but hear me out,” she said to Johnny.
    “I want to be a bowl of Froot Loops,” she continued, and quickly explained her vision.
    Johnny just stared at her, brows furrowed. He didn’t get it.
    “I think I can make it quite easily and it won’t cost a lot of money either. But here’s the thing. I won’t be able to go to the bathroom in it, and I imagine it will be a nightmare to take off, so I have two options. I can either hold it all night and get really desperate in the end. You might have to take me home early. Or… I can wear a diaper underneath…”
     
    Realization dawned on Johnny, and he chuckled softly, planting a kiss on top of her head.
    “I see,” he said. “I get it now. I’ve seen the mountains of laundry that seem to keep accumulating. I saw your tights when you came home today. You really want to try option two, don’t you?”
     
    “Yeah…” she said and blushed, hiding her face against his chest. “Is that weird?”
    “Nah,” he said. “Plus, if things go the way I expect they will, there’ll be a nice little bonus for me at the end of the night, won’t it…? You’ll be all riled up!” He grinned at her.
    “So, about your costume,” June said. “I figured you could either go as Toucan Sam, to complement my cereal bowl, or you could go as Jason, from Friday the 13th.”
    Johnny just stared at her again.
     
    “Jason?” he said. “You lost me. Why Jason? Isn’t that the dude with the hockey mask?”
    “Yup,” June said. “You’d be a cereal killer…”
    Johnny groaned.
     
    ***
     
    The party was in three days. Johnny had decided to go as Jason after all, so he was all set. June was almost finished with her costume, and she was rather pleased with herself.
    She had found a giant plastic tub to use for the bowl, and she had cut out holes in the bottom for her legs to go through. To hide her butt from view and to create a platform for her “froot loops” to rest on, she had sewn a white sheet into a circle skirt of sorts, with an elastic waist. She had glued the “hem” of this skirt to the inside edges of the plastic tub, and then glued cut-up pool noodles in different colors all over this skirt. They did, in fact, look like giant froot loops. For effect, she had cut out some stiff cardboard in the shape of a spoon handle, glued that to a stick for rigidity, and then covered the whole thing in aluminum foil before gluing it to the inside of the bowl. It looked great. She was pleased with it. Now she just had to get the final part of the costume. The secret part.
     
    She had been sitting outside the pharmacy for fifteen minutes already, working up the courage to go in. She was in a part of town where nobody knew her, and she had her fake backstory ready. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and walked into the pharmacy.
     
    Five minutes later, she was back out in her car, and she let out a sigh of relief. Nobody in the pharmacy had cared, or asked questions. And there, in the passenger seat, sat the final part of her costume. A package of adult incontinence briefs. Like, actual, high absorbency pull-on briefs, not pads. There were twenty-five in the package. Twenty-five!
    As soon as she got home, she pulled open the packaging and pulled one out. It looked … strange. She had snuck a couple of baby diapers as a child, but she had never seen one in her size.
     
    “You should try it out beforehand,” Johnny said. “You know, find out how much it can hold. You don’t want to find yourself suddenly overflowing with lots of people around.”
    June did NOT, in fact, want to find herself overflowing with lots of people around — Johnny made an excellent point.
    She walked into the bathroom, stripped bare on her lower half and pulled one on. It felt really strange. The bulk between her legs felt especially weird, but not altogether uncomfortable. She would potentially be using one of these this weekend, with other people around. June’s pulse quickened, and she could feel her arousal building. She didn’t want to walk around in just the diaper, that felt weird, so she pulled on a loose skirt over the top. The diaper rustled softly when she moved. That was unexpected. Would other people be able to hear that? Nah, her pool noodle froot loops were already crinkly and squeaky — an additional soft rustle would probably not be heard over talking and music and the general noises of her costume.
     
    “How does it feel?” Johnny asked.
    “Weird,” June responded.
     
    They went about their afternoon, and halfway into dinner preparations, June felt a slight twinge from her bladder. Figuring there was no time like the present, she let go completely into her diaper. Pee gushed out of her, and at first it felt like a normal wetting — the warm wetness bloomed across her crotch like it normally bloomed out through her underwear. But that was where the similarities ended. As she kept going, the wetness felt both more contained, but also wetter, somehow. Like the diaper acted like a dam, collecting all of her pee. Nothing ran down her legs. Instead, the accumulating pee felt blazing hot against her skin, like she was sitting in a giant hot tub. At one point, June was afraid pee was about to start gushing out the top and sides, and she froze in the middle of chopping an onion.
    “What?” Johnny asked.
    “I’m peeing…” June whispered, still frozen on the spot.
    Her flow slowed and then stopped completely. Empty and relieved, June felt the hot wetness slowly wick away, until the briefs felt completely dry against her skin. Weird.
    She felt the outside of her briefs. Perfectly dry. They felt warm to the touch and definitely bulkier than when she had pulled them on, but they were completely dry.
    “Weird!” she whispered again, almost to herself, and went back to chopping her onion.
     
    “I’m afraid to sit down,” June said to Johnny when dinner was ready. 
    “What if it leaks?”
    “Just try it,” Johnny said. “Worst case, we clean up after eating. No big deal.”
    June sat down gingerly on her chair. The bulk of the briefs felt very strange between her legs, but there was no leaking. So weird!
     
    While cleaning up after dinner, June relaxed and peed into her diaper again. This time, too, she got the strange “hot tub” feeling as the pee spread out inside, before the wetness just … slowly disappeared.
    “You should keep it on all night,” Johnny said. “Just keep using it. We’ll get the picnic blanket out and watch a movie or something. You need to figure out how much it can hold.”
     
    So they did. They put on Friday the 13th Part III on DVD, since Johnny was going to be Jason for the party. June gulped down soda and peed a couple more times into her diaper, which still seemed to be holding up. As the movie started to get more intense, however, she forgot about her plan to release small, frequent spurts and just held it, her whole body tense with the tension on the screen. When the end credits rolled and she finally released a deep breath, she realized how much she needed to pee.
     
    “I really have to pee,” she confessed to Johnny. “I’m afraid if I just let it go now, this thing’ll overflow and I’ll make a huge mess! It’s so full already!”
    “Just try it,” Johnny said. “If it leaks, it leaks. It’s not like we haven’t cleaned up pee before. Just go as slow as you can.”
    June nodded. She started to get up, but Johnny held her back.
    “Just stay, babes. I want to watch you.” He kissed her head, which was resting on his chest.
    June nodded and settled back into the cuddle. Her arousal was sparking again. She relaxed and tried to let her pee out as slowly as possible, but that was difficult, given how full her bladder had gotten. Her bladder spasmed and released a couple of strong gushes before she was able to control her flow and reduce it to a mere trickle. She was breathing heavily with the effort, and the measured relief was sending her arousal levels sky high.
    “Fuck, that feels good!” June said. Johnny kissed the top of her head again.
    June kept going for what felt like a long time, before her steady trickle stopped.
    “I’m afraid to stand up,” June said, but got up anyway. No leaks! Amazingly, there were no leaks! 
    “Wow,” Johnny said. “That’s impressive! How does it feel?”
    “Still weird,” June said. “I don’t think this will be something I do very often, because I kinda miss feeling the wet fabric, and it doesn’t really feel ‘real’ without that wetness. Also, the bulk between my legs feels … wrong, somehow, but… for a one-time experience, I think I might like it.”
     
    ***
     
    The day of the Halloween party had arrived, and June was feeling nervous. Was she really going to go through with this? What if somebody saw? What if somebody found out? What if it leaked and someone saw? What if she was discovered wearing a diaper!?
    She was spiraling, and she knew it. “Get it together, June!” she thought to herself. “Nobody will see. Nobody will find out. And it’s not like you can back out now, you can’t go to the bathroom in this costume!”
     
    She took a deep breath and went to the bathroom one last time, before she pulled on her diaper — she still wasn’t used to the weird bulk between her legs — and then the rest of her costume. Johnny had to help tie the straps that went underneath her top and held her bowl up, and then help her into her shoes, because she could not bend properly when she was dressed as cereal, and her shoes would not fit through her leg holes.
     
    When they got to the party, June’s costume was a big hit with everybody and she was fielding question after question about how she had made it and everyone wanted to comment on how creative it was. They also laughed at Johnny’s “cereal killer” costume in relation to hers. Despite herself, June relaxed and had a great time. She had decided that frequent, low-volume spurts of pee would probably be the best strategy for the night, instead of holding and letting go a large gush that would increase the likelihood of overflowing and leaking. She figured that people who actually were incontinent, would likely have a pattern of release like that. Not that she any idea what that was like, not really, but it would make sense, right?
     
    So, at the first twinge of her bladder, June decided to go for it. While talking to a friend from one of the classes in her program, she relaxed and peed. It was surprisingly difficult with so many people around, but she eventually managed. 
     
    The familiar bloom of warm wetness across her entire crotch caused her to space out completely from the conversation. June could feel her cheeks burning, and she likely had those red splotches on her neck and chest that she always got when she was stressed about something. Her heart felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest. When she was again able to focus and be fully present in the room, she had to ask her friend to repeat herself. She had wet herself in the middle of this packed room, deep in conversation with her friend, and NOBODY knew about it! She had PEED herself! In public! With lots of people around! And nobody knew!
     
    Fuck! What a rush! June could not stop grinning, and she was so turned on that her entire sex throbbed painfully.
    She locked eyes with Johnny across the room. He was talking to a mutual friend of theirs.
    She just raised her eyebrows at him and grinned widely.
    He cocked an eyebrow and winked at her, then pursed his lips in an air kiss.
     
    June’s arousal stayed at a simmering low burn all evening, fed by her constant dribbles and small spurts into her diaper at the faintest twinge from her bladder. She got better at relaxing as the night progressed, and she likely had the widest grin of all in the ‘most creative costume’ group photo she posed for. It was for the faculty newsletter, and June wondered what her peers would think if they knew she was gushing pee into her pants right as the photo was taken. She prayed they would never know, but she doubted she would ever be able to think of anything else every time she saw the photo.
    By the time the party was dying down, June was ready to go home. It felt like her diaper was approaching capacity, and she was ready to get out of her bowl and be able to sit down properly again. She and Johnny said their goodbyes and started walking home.
    “So, how was it?” Johnny asked as they made their way home at a leisurely pace. June couldn’t walk very fast due to her costume. “You ok?”
     
    “I hate the bulk and the heaviness,” June said. “I won’t be making these a regular thing. But FUCK! The THRILL of just letting go whenever I want and the sensation of secretly gushing into my pants WHILE I’m talking to someone, and they have no idea?!? It’s the best feeling ever! I’ve seriously been turned on since we arrived.”
    “Have you now…?” said Johnny, cocking his eyebrow at her again. “Well… I have a remedy for that when we get home…”
     
    June moaned and leaned in to kiss him. Without even thinking about it or consciously deciding to, she could feel herself peeing. She gasped.
    “What?” Johnny asked.
    “I peed!” June exclaimed. “It wasn’t on purpose, it just happened! Oh, no! What if I can’t stop now?”
     
    “Relax!” Johnny said. “You won’t forget how to hold it after just one night. It’s just because you’re still wearing that thing and you’ve been doing it all night. You’ll be fine.”
    “I hope so,” June murmured. “Turns me on, though…” she added. “Fuck, I’m so turned on!”
    She had been holding back on the drinking at the party, both to stay in control of her … situation, and to limit her fluid intake somewhat, but the little bit of alcohol in her system was making her feel reckless again now that it was just her and Johnny.
    “I think we need to get the picnic blanket out, babe,” she giggled.
    “Fuck, yes!” Johnny responded, his eyes glittering.
     
    June retreated to the bathroom alone to remove her very heavy diaper when they got home. No leaks! June was very impressed, but it did not feel like a very sexy thing to her, removing the soggy briefs, so she preferred to do it solo. In addition, since her first release into them had been hours ago, there was also a tiny bit of a smell, which she did not care for. So she got naked from the waist down and cleaned up quickly with a washcloth before she joined Johnny in the bedroom. The picnic blanket had been carefully spread out over the bed, and he was draped across it in a mock seductive position, dressed only in his boxer briefs, with a grin on his face.
    June was about ready to jump his bones, but he pulled her down on to the bed with him, snuggling in and kissing her deeply. She put her hand down to grab his semi-erect cock through his boxer briefs and gasped when she felt the material grow hot and wet under her touch.
    Johnny was peeing! Johnny was peeing on her hand!
    She broke the kiss and just stared at him, eyes glittering, but she did not remove her hand, and the wet trickle under her fingers continued for several seconds before it stopped. Johnny was lying partially on his left side, facing her, and the entire front and left side of his boxer briefs were soaked, as was the picnic blanket underneath them.
    “What?” he said with a mischievous grin. “I didn’t want to let you have all the fun this evening. I felt left out!”
    “You don’t mind, do you?” he added, with mock concern.
    June rolled onto her back and pulled Johnny with her, on top of her.
    “I do NOT mind,” she said and kissed him. 
    “THAT was HOT! Fuck! You’re making me so horny! I want you in me. Now.”
    Johnny turned her around, so that she was on her hands and knees with her back to him. He pulled his wet boxer briefs down and gently guided himself into position. As he slid into her, she could feel his wet boxers against the backs of her thighs, and June moaned in pleasure and sunk down onto her elbows. Fuck, that felt good! He always got her G-spot in this position. While thrusting slowly, turning June inside out with pleasure, Johnny reached around and started gently massaging her clit. June let out a whimper, close to climax already. 
    “God, you feel so good on my cock!” Johnny said and continued his slow thrusting and gentle massage. “You looked gorgeous tonight, you know. Cereal bowl and all. Fuck! You were so sexy. You were practically glowing! All I could think about tonight was you getting all riled up from your secret naughty business, and I was half-hard all night.”
     
    June could only moan in response. The stimulation of her G-spot and clit at the same time had rendered her speechless. She felt the urge to pee and didn’t fight it. It hissed underneath Johnny’s fingers, and splashed everywhere, but he just increased his speed and pressure. June came hard, her muscles clenching in a steady rhythm.
    “Fuck! Yes! Oh, God, yes! Jesus!” she heard Johnny say, and his thrusting became faster and more forceful, until he, too, came, and she could feel him spill inside her.
     
    They collapsed on the bed beside each other, breathing heavily.
    “I still have to pee,” Johnny whispered. “Do you… Can I…?”
    “Do it!” June said. “Just stay. Don’t get up. Hold me.” She squeezed his arm underneath her and snuggled even closer to him as the little spoon. Her entire back was pressed up against Johnny’s front, and suddenly she felt a warm gushing against her butt. Wetness pooled underneath their bodies.
    They stayed snuggled up until the wetness started to cool before they got up and carefully cleaned up everything and took a shower, giggling the entire time.
    Clean-up really was a bitch, but it was sooo worth it!
     
    ***
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    (PS: There's explicit sex in this one, so, you know, CW.)

    A turning of tables
     
    About a month later, June and Johnny were enjoying another lazy morning in bed together. They had both had an intense couple of weeks with end of semester exams, but they were both done now, and looking forward to the summer break.
     
    “What does it feel like?” Johnny said, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.
    “What does what feel like?” June said, with her head resting on his chest.
    “Wetting your pants,” Johnny said, and June’s entire stomach did a sudden swooping somersault. She couldn’t help a little smile.
    “Well…” June began.
    “I mean,” Johnny said. “What is it about it you like so much?”
    “I don’t know,” June said. She had never put it into words before.
    “There’s something about the way it feels, so warm and wet, and the way it soaks into my clothes, keeping the wetness close to my skin. I think the main thing that … turns me on, though…” she said, blushing. “Is the fact that you’re not supposed to do it. It’s taboo. You’re supposed to hold your pee until you find a proper place to relieve yourself. I think that’s probably part of why it feels so arousing to me. In addition to it feeling so incredibly good, I mean.”
    “Hm….” Johnny said pensively.
    “Why?” June said. “Do you want to try?”
    “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe? I think I might be curious about how it feels. Or maybe I just liked watching you? I don’t know. I’ve never given it any thought before. I just know I didn’t mind the mess as much as maybe I thought I would, and you looked so completely blissful… I mean, what if I’m missing out on something awesome?”
     
    “But what about the accidental part? You know, the loss of control…” he went on, after thinking for a couple of minutes. “Is that different from just letting go on purpose?”
    “Yes,” said June. “You know, I fantasized about having an accident in my pants when I was younger. But I never dared hold my pee long enough for that to happen, because I was never alone long enough. I wanted to be alone. I was afraid of what people would say if they saw. I would die of embarrassment. As a child and teenager, I sometimes pretended and wet myself deliberately when I knew I could have privacy, but I actually didn’t experience that genuine loss of control until I was an adult. The Matrix was only the second time I have held until I can’t anymore. The first time was not long before we met.”
    Johnny nodded. She had told him about accidentally waiting too long and wetting her pants when she had confessed everything earlier that spring.
     
    “Both ways turn me on,” June continued, still blushing. “But they’re different. I get turned on while I’m holding, but when I’m getting close to losing control, the arousal kind of goes away, and all I feel is panic and pain. It really hurts to hold at the end. I don’t want anyone to know I have to pee that badly, and if I lose control in public, or if people see me hold myself or dance around, they’ll know, and I would die of embarrassment. So if I’m somewhere public and feel like I’m close to losing control, all I feel is panic, even though I could have been incredibly turned on before the panic sets in. But the actual wetting is what turns me on the most,” she said. 
     
    “I just love the sensation of peeing into my underwear and my pants and feeling the wetness against my skin. I got that feeling eventually when I lost control, too, both times, but right as I was losing control, all I felt was panic, because I was trying to stop it. I was still in public — even just outside my front door, there are neighbors — people could potentially see me. It wasn’t private. I think I prefer to hold just a little, until I feel the pressure and that really exciting ‘I really have to pee soon’ feeling, but then controlling the circumstances of the wetting by doing it deliberately. I think that would be ideal for me.”
    “Mmmm,” said Johnny, and they both fell quiet.
     
    “So…” Johnny said after another few minutes had passed. “How would you feel about going to see the Matrix again? We never saw the ending, and to be honest, I missed most of it because I was so focused on watching your sexy self squirm in your seat.”
    “Deal!” June said. “I really want to know how it ends.”
     
    They got seats in the middle of the theater this time. There were far fewer people than last time, June figured most people who wanted to see it, had probably seen it by now.
    June was surprised at how much of the movie she had missed the last time. The movie did make a lot more sense now that she wasn’t focusing all her attention on not wetting her pants. It was really good! And different. June had never seen anything like it before.
    When the end credits started rolling, Johnny stood up immediately, but didn’t say anything. June followed suit, and they started walking out of the theater. In the inevitable bottle neck of people at the exit, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
    “Can we just get out of here as quickly as possible? I feel like I’m about to piss myself, but I think I can hold it until we get to your house. Can you drive? I don’t think I can drive.”
    He handed her his car key.
    June could not believe her ears! Johnny had to pee, and he was holding it? Her stomach did the swooping somersault again, and she could feel herself getting aroused. The twinge from her own bladder just added to the arousal, and June could feel herself getting wet.
     
    They quickly made their way to Johnny’s car in the parking lot, and June got behind the wheel. Johnny breathed heavily in the passenger seat, his hands balled up into tight fists on his thighs, his knuckles white.
    “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” he muttered to himself. His thighs were pressed together.
    “Honey, are you ok?” June said, glancing over to him as she drove as quickly as she could toward her studio flat. “Talk to me. How bad is it? Can you hold it?”
    “This may have been a mistake,” Johnny said. “Maybe I should have gone to the bathroom inside. I didn’t know it was going to get this bad. I didn’t really have to pee before the movie, not really, so I just skipped going to the bathroom, but then that damn soda…” He drew in a sharp breath and grabbed himself through his pants.
    “I can hold it. I think. Fuck! I have never done this before! I don’t know how long I can hold it! What if I can’t hold it?! What if I piss my… No. I can hold it. I have to hold it! Just… drive fast.”
     
    “We’re almost there, babe, hold on,” June said, consolingly, but on the inside, she was really turned on.
    She pulled into her driveway, and Johnny was out the door almost before the car had come to a complete stop. June ran after him.
     
    “No, no, no, no, no, no,” Johnny suddenly whimpered, and he franticly started unbuttoning his jeans while dancing on the spot. “Fuck! It’s coming out, it’s coming out, I’m pissing, I can’t stop!”
     
    And indeed he was. June could see a wet spot starting to bloom to the left of the fly on his faded blue jeans before Johnny was able to get his pants unbuttoned and pull them down to free his cock. The wet spot continued to spread as he reached in to pull his cock out, and he almost caught June in his impressive jet of pee before he was able to point it down toward the ground. Leaning on the wall and breathing heavily, he continued to water the flowers next to her front door for almost a minute. 
    “Fuck, that felt good,” he said at last, when his flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Johnny tucked his cock back into his wet boxer briefs and buttoned his pants. There was a huge wet spot to the left of his fly, extending halfway down his left thigh.
    June was so turned on, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Mostly she wanted to kiss him and feel how wet his boxer briefs were, but she didn’t know how he felt about what had just happened, so she did nothing.
    “Well that… was interesting…!” Johnny said at last. His cheeks were red as he lifted his head and met her eyes at last. “I’m so embarrassed, I had not expected to lose control like that. That has never happened to me before.”
     
    He must have seen something on her face, though, because then he added with a sheepish grin: “It felt really good to finally let go, though…”
     
    He went on:
    “I was just going to hold it a little, to see how it felt to be really full and still holding, you know, like you described, but it got worse so quickly, and then it started to really hurt. In the car I debated asking you to pull over, but there wasn’t really anywhere TO pull over, and then we were finally here. I was hoping I would be able to hold on until I got inside, but then it just… started coming out! I had no control!”
     
    His eyes were wide as he relived the panic he must have felt.
    “I couldn’t stop it, I really tried, but it came out anyway! And it hurt so much! And then I tried to get my pants down, but then I lost all control, and it started gushing out, and it was soaking into my boxers, and…”
     
    June moved in and kissed him. 
     
    “Do you have any idea how sexy that was?” she asked him. “I’ve been so turned on since you told me you had to pee at the theater.”
    She kissed him again. He seemed to relax a little. 
    “I never knew it came out in a different spot when men pee…” she murmured against his lips. Even lower, she added: “It was very fascinating. I hope I get to see that again some time.”
     
    She touched the wet spot on the front of his pants, and felt his cock respond to her touch.
    Kissing him again, she pulled him into the hallway and closed the door behind them. They kicked off their shoes and shrugged out of their coats, before they made their way to the bathroom. Still kissing, they stripped off their clothes until they were both naked from the waist up. Johnny started taking off his pants, but June stopped him.
    “Wait,” she said. “I want to try something.”
    Johnny grinned as she used the same words he had said to her the last time they had come home from seeing the Matrix, roles reversed. 
    For a tiny studio flat, June’s bathroom was unusually large, and her shower had a built-in, tiled bench. Useful for shaving her legs, sure, but now she had other plans for it. She pulled Johnny’s pants down just enough to free his cock and had him sit down. Then she took off her jeans, leaving her underwear on, and sat astride his lap, facing him. He grabbed her ass firmly with both hands and kissed her deeply. June could feel him go hard underneath her.
    Feeling unusually daring, June whispered: “I want you to pull my underwear to the side so I can ride you, Johnny. I have wanted you inside me ever since you told me you were desperate to pee, and watching you lose control is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
    Johnny just grunted and did as she asked.
     
    June drew a sharp breath when he entered her. She hadn’t peed since before the movie, and she had never had sex with her bladder this full. Having him inside her added to the pressure on her bladder, and it turned her on even more. She was close to coming already.
    “Slow,” she instructed him, and she could tell he liked her taking control.
    “I have to pee,” she said. “Having you inside me is making me have to go even more. It’s turning me on.”
     
    Johnny’s eyes turned almost black with lust, and he gripped her ass even tighter, breathing heavily. 
     
    “Fuck!” he cursed hoarsely and moaned as he leaned back and moved his hips to thrust deeper into her. “You’re so hot right now!”
    June rode his cock slowly up and down and moaned with pleasure. It was so good! Her bladder felt so full with the added pressure from inside, she could hardly stand it.
    “Oh, God, it’s so good!” she said breathily. “I have to pee so bad, and it’s making me so horny!” She continued to ride his cock. “Fuck, yes! You feel so good inside me!”
    Johnny only gripped her ass in response. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was holding back so he wouldn’t come too soon.
     
    “Can I let some out? I really want to let some out!” June whispered.
    “Fuck, yes! Do whatever you want, just don’t stop!” Johnny groaned.
     
    June hardly had to concentrate, she was so ready. Taking Johnny’s cock deep inside her, she relaxed her muscles and a strong gush of pee shot out of her almost immediately, before she clamped the flow off again.
     
    She gasped at the sensation of peeing in this position, and she heard Johnny draw a sharp breath as she drenched his stomach, but she did not stop moving her hips. Fuck! Was it possible for anything to feel this good? She started moving her hips faster and could feel herself starting to come. 
     
    “Fuck, this is so good!” June moaned into Johnny’s ear. He gripped her ass tight again.
    “I’m nearly there already, babe,” he mumbled. “Fuck! You feel so good! Do it again.”
    “I want you to come hard on my cock,” he grunted, still grabbing her ass tightly.
    “Do it. Let yourself go and piss on me as you come.”
     
    It was all June needed. As the first spasms of her orgasm rippled through her body, she let go of her bladder muscles completely. Her stream hissed, spraying Johnny’s lower stomach, splashing everywhere.
     
    “Fuck! Yes! Oh, God, that feels so good! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
    She locked eyes with Johnny, her eyes probably as black as his, just before she was unable to keep them open anymore and her orgasm took her. Through the bliss, she was vaguely aware of Johnny coming inside her with a stifled “Hnnng…” and her bladder spilling her final drops on Johnny’s stomach. 
     
    After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and met Johnny’s gaze. She lifted herself off him, let her underwear snap into place and felt his spend slowly slide out of her, soaking into the cotton material. She sat down on the bench beside him and took in the mess she had made. There were puddles on the bench on both sides of Johnny, random wet spots on Johnny’s pants from her riding him as she came, and a giant puddle on the tile floor.
    Johnny was still breathing heavily next to her. 
     
    “Fuck!” he said. “That was… I never… wow…”
    “Yeah. Me too. Wow,” June agreed.
     
    ***
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from icyfresh99 in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from pjs_1985 in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from Vaine Steele in June's wet adventures   
    Thanks, guys! 🙂  
    Here's chapter 4:
    (PS: There's explicit sex in this one, so, you know, CW.)

    A turning of tables
     
    About a month later, June and Johnny were enjoying another lazy morning in bed together. They had both had an intense couple of weeks with end of semester exams, but they were both done now, and looking forward to the summer break.
     
    “What does it feel like?” Johnny said, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.
    “What does what feel like?” June said, with her head resting on his chest.
    “Wetting your pants,” Johnny said, and June’s entire stomach did a sudden swooping somersault. She couldn’t help a little smile.
    “Well…” June began.
    “I mean,” Johnny said. “What is it about it you like so much?”
    “I don’t know,” June said. She had never put it into words before.
    “There’s something about the way it feels, so warm and wet, and the way it soaks into my clothes, keeping the wetness close to my skin. I think the main thing that … turns me on, though…” she said, blushing. “Is the fact that you’re not supposed to do it. It’s taboo. You’re supposed to hold your pee until you find a proper place to relieve yourself. I think that’s probably part of why it feels so arousing to me. In addition to it feeling so incredibly good, I mean.”
    “Hm….” Johnny said pensively.
    “Why?” June said. “Do you want to try?”
    “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe? I think I might be curious about how it feels. Or maybe I just liked watching you? I don’t know. I’ve never given it any thought before. I just know I didn’t mind the mess as much as maybe I thought I would, and you looked so completely blissful… I mean, what if I’m missing out on something awesome?”
     
    “But what about the accidental part? You know, the loss of control…” he went on, after thinking for a couple of minutes. “Is that different from just letting go on purpose?”
    “Yes,” said June. “You know, I fantasized about having an accident in my pants when I was younger. But I never dared hold my pee long enough for that to happen, because I was never alone long enough. I wanted to be alone. I was afraid of what people would say if they saw. I would die of embarrassment. As a child and teenager, I sometimes pretended and wet myself deliberately when I knew I could have privacy, but I actually didn’t experience that genuine loss of control until I was an adult. The Matrix was only the second time I have held until I can’t anymore. The first time was not long before we met.”
    Johnny nodded. She had told him about accidentally waiting too long and wetting her pants when she had confessed everything earlier that spring.
     
    “Both ways turn me on,” June continued, still blushing. “But they’re different. I get turned on while I’m holding, but when I’m getting close to losing control, the arousal kind of goes away, and all I feel is panic and pain. It really hurts to hold at the end. I don’t want anyone to know I have to pee that badly, and if I lose control in public, or if people see me hold myself or dance around, they’ll know, and I would die of embarrassment. So if I’m somewhere public and feel like I’m close to losing control, all I feel is panic, even though I could have been incredibly turned on before the panic sets in. But the actual wetting is what turns me on the most,” she said. 
     
    “I just love the sensation of peeing into my underwear and my pants and feeling the wetness against my skin. I got that feeling eventually when I lost control, too, both times, but right as I was losing control, all I felt was panic, because I was trying to stop it. I was still in public — even just outside my front door, there are neighbors — people could potentially see me. It wasn’t private. I think I prefer to hold just a little, until I feel the pressure and that really exciting ‘I really have to pee soon’ feeling, but then controlling the circumstances of the wetting by doing it deliberately. I think that would be ideal for me.”
    “Mmmm,” said Johnny, and they both fell quiet.
     
    “So…” Johnny said after another few minutes had passed. “How would you feel about going to see the Matrix again? We never saw the ending, and to be honest, I missed most of it because I was so focused on watching your sexy self squirm in your seat.”
    “Deal!” June said. “I really want to know how it ends.”
     
    They got seats in the middle of the theater this time. There were far fewer people than last time, June figured most people who wanted to see it, had probably seen it by now.
    June was surprised at how much of the movie she had missed the last time. The movie did make a lot more sense now that she wasn’t focusing all her attention on not wetting her pants. It was really good! And different. June had never seen anything like it before.
    When the end credits started rolling, Johnny stood up immediately, but didn’t say anything. June followed suit, and they started walking out of the theater. In the inevitable bottle neck of people at the exit, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
    “Can we just get out of here as quickly as possible? I feel like I’m about to piss myself, but I think I can hold it until we get to your house. Can you drive? I don’t think I can drive.”
    He handed her his car key.
    June could not believe her ears! Johnny had to pee, and he was holding it? Her stomach did the swooping somersault again, and she could feel herself getting aroused. The twinge from her own bladder just added to the arousal, and June could feel herself getting wet.
     
    They quickly made their way to Johnny’s car in the parking lot, and June got behind the wheel. Johnny breathed heavily in the passenger seat, his hands balled up into tight fists on his thighs, his knuckles white.
    “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” he muttered to himself. His thighs were pressed together.
    “Honey, are you ok?” June said, glancing over to him as she drove as quickly as she could toward her studio flat. “Talk to me. How bad is it? Can you hold it?”
    “This may have been a mistake,” Johnny said. “Maybe I should have gone to the bathroom inside. I didn’t know it was going to get this bad. I didn’t really have to pee before the movie, not really, so I just skipped going to the bathroom, but then that damn soda…” He drew in a sharp breath and grabbed himself through his pants.
    “I can hold it. I think. Fuck! I have never done this before! I don’t know how long I can hold it! What if I can’t hold it?! What if I piss my… No. I can hold it. I have to hold it! Just… drive fast.”
     
    “We’re almost there, babe, hold on,” June said, consolingly, but on the inside, she was really turned on.
    She pulled into her driveway, and Johnny was out the door almost before the car had come to a complete stop. June ran after him.
     
    “No, no, no, no, no, no,” Johnny suddenly whimpered, and he franticly started unbuttoning his jeans while dancing on the spot. “Fuck! It’s coming out, it’s coming out, I’m pissing, I can’t stop!”
     
    And indeed he was. June could see a wet spot starting to bloom to the left of the fly on his faded blue jeans before Johnny was able to get his pants unbuttoned and pull them down to free his cock. The wet spot continued to spread as he reached in to pull his cock out, and he almost caught June in his impressive jet of pee before he was able to point it down toward the ground. Leaning on the wall and breathing heavily, he continued to water the flowers next to her front door for almost a minute. 
    “Fuck, that felt good,” he said at last, when his flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Johnny tucked his cock back into his wet boxer briefs and buttoned his pants. There was a huge wet spot to the left of his fly, extending halfway down his left thigh.
    June was so turned on, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Mostly she wanted to kiss him and feel how wet his boxer briefs were, but she didn’t know how he felt about what had just happened, so she did nothing.
    “Well that… was interesting…!” Johnny said at last. His cheeks were red as he lifted his head and met her eyes at last. “I’m so embarrassed, I had not expected to lose control like that. That has never happened to me before.”
     
    He must have seen something on her face, though, because then he added with a sheepish grin: “It felt really good to finally let go, though…”
     
    He went on:
    “I was just going to hold it a little, to see how it felt to be really full and still holding, you know, like you described, but it got worse so quickly, and then it started to really hurt. In the car I debated asking you to pull over, but there wasn’t really anywhere TO pull over, and then we were finally here. I was hoping I would be able to hold on until I got inside, but then it just… started coming out! I had no control!”
     
    His eyes were wide as he relived the panic he must have felt.
    “I couldn’t stop it, I really tried, but it came out anyway! And it hurt so much! And then I tried to get my pants down, but then I lost all control, and it started gushing out, and it was soaking into my boxers, and…”
     
    June moved in and kissed him. 
     
    “Do you have any idea how sexy that was?” she asked him. “I’ve been so turned on since you told me you had to pee at the theater.”
    She kissed him again. He seemed to relax a little. 
    “I never knew it came out in a different spot when men pee…” she murmured against his lips. Even lower, she added: “It was very fascinating. I hope I get to see that again some time.”
     
    She touched the wet spot on the front of his pants, and felt his cock respond to her touch.
    Kissing him again, she pulled him into the hallway and closed the door behind them. They kicked off their shoes and shrugged out of their coats, before they made their way to the bathroom. Still kissing, they stripped off their clothes until they were both naked from the waist up. Johnny started taking off his pants, but June stopped him.
    “Wait,” she said. “I want to try something.”
    Johnny grinned as she used the same words he had said to her the last time they had come home from seeing the Matrix, roles reversed. 
    For a tiny studio flat, June’s bathroom was unusually large, and her shower had a built-in, tiled bench. Useful for shaving her legs, sure, but now she had other plans for it. She pulled Johnny’s pants down just enough to free his cock and had him sit down. Then she took off her jeans, leaving her underwear on, and sat astride his lap, facing him. He grabbed her ass firmly with both hands and kissed her deeply. June could feel him go hard underneath her.
    Feeling unusually daring, June whispered: “I want you to pull my underwear to the side so I can ride you, Johnny. I have wanted you inside me ever since you told me you were desperate to pee, and watching you lose control is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
    Johnny just grunted and did as she asked.
     
    June drew a sharp breath when he entered her. She hadn’t peed since before the movie, and she had never had sex with her bladder this full. Having him inside her added to the pressure on her bladder, and it turned her on even more. She was close to coming already.
    “Slow,” she instructed him, and she could tell he liked her taking control.
    “I have to pee,” she said. “Having you inside me is making me have to go even more. It’s turning me on.”
     
    Johnny’s eyes turned almost black with lust, and he gripped her ass even tighter, breathing heavily. 
     
    “Fuck!” he cursed hoarsely and moaned as he leaned back and moved his hips to thrust deeper into her. “You’re so hot right now!”
    June rode his cock slowly up and down and moaned with pleasure. It was so good! Her bladder felt so full with the added pressure from inside, she could hardly stand it.
    “Oh, God, it’s so good!” she said breathily. “I have to pee so bad, and it’s making me so horny!” She continued to ride his cock. “Fuck, yes! You feel so good inside me!”
    Johnny only gripped her ass in response. His eyes were closed and it looked like he was holding back so he wouldn’t come too soon.
     
    “Can I let some out? I really want to let some out!” June whispered.
    “Fuck, yes! Do whatever you want, just don’t stop!” Johnny groaned.
     
    June hardly had to concentrate, she was so ready. Taking Johnny’s cock deep inside her, she relaxed her muscles and a strong gush of pee shot out of her almost immediately, before she clamped the flow off again.
     
    She gasped at the sensation of peeing in this position, and she heard Johnny draw a sharp breath as she drenched his stomach, but she did not stop moving her hips. Fuck! Was it possible for anything to feel this good? She started moving her hips faster and could feel herself starting to come. 
     
    “Fuck, this is so good!” June moaned into Johnny’s ear. He gripped her ass tight again.
    “I’m nearly there already, babe,” he mumbled. “Fuck! You feel so good! Do it again.”
    “I want you to come hard on my cock,” he grunted, still grabbing her ass tightly.
    “Do it. Let yourself go and piss on me as you come.”
     
    It was all June needed. As the first spasms of her orgasm rippled through her body, she let go of her bladder muscles completely. Her stream hissed, spraying Johnny’s lower stomach, splashing everywhere.
     
    “Fuck! Yes! Oh, God, that feels so good! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
    She locked eyes with Johnny, her eyes probably as black as his, just before she was unable to keep them open anymore and her orgasm took her. Through the bliss, she was vaguely aware of Johnny coming inside her with a stifled “Hnnng…” and her bladder spilling her final drops on Johnny’s stomach. 
     
    After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and met Johnny’s gaze. She lifted herself off him, let her underwear snap into place and felt his spend slowly slide out of her, soaking into the cotton material. She sat down on the bench beside him and took in the mess she had made. There were puddles on the bench on both sides of Johnny, random wet spots on Johnny’s pants from her riding him as she came, and a giant puddle on the tile floor.
    Johnny was still breathing heavily next to her. 
     
    “Fuck!” he said. “That was… I never… wow…”
    “Yeah. Me too. Wow,” June agreed.
     
    ***
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from Vaine Steele in June's wet adventures   
    Disclaimer/intro:
    This will likely be a multi-part story, because I wrote several chapters about June.
    It will mostly be deliberate wetting and very little desperation and accidental wetting (though there is some).*
    There is also very little humiliation/shame and absolutely no public shame/humiliation/discovery, so if that's your thing, you won't find it here.
    I have based June's experiences loosely on myself; I have certainly done most of the things June does in this story, albeit perhaps not in the same settings. (And I never had a Johnny, so... perhaps myself in an alternate universe where I am bolder and braver and more extroverted?)
    Anyway... Onto the story!
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    Chapter 1: 
    A peculiar interest
     
    June had a secret. It embarrassed her, and she had told NO ONE. She wasn’t one to share much about herself anyway, and this was something she had no intention of ever telling anyone about, ever. EVER! If anyone found out — she was sure she would die of embarrassment. Not literally, of course, but June would rather not ever have to discover how embarrassed she would be if anyone found out her secret. 
     
    She had carried this secret with her since she was little. How little, she could not remember, so probably forever. When she was little, it was just something that interested her. If she saw it or read about it, her heart raced so fast. It made her all tingly. It was all she could think about, how it would feel. She imagined herself in the situation. She once stumbled on to a book where it was described in detail, and she borrowed that book from the library probably twenty times. She read the part that made her heart race over and over again.
     
    It never happened to her, but sometimes she pretended. Sometimes she did it on purpose, when she was alone. Just a little bit. She felt so ashamed afterwards! But it felt sooo good! She told no one.
     
    When June became a teenager, she became even more ashamed of what she sometimes did when she was all alone in the house. She was getting entirely too old for this childish nonsense! If anyone knew, they would never talk to her ever again! She vowed to never do it again. Until the next time. There was always a next time. Except now, when she indulged in her shameful secret, it made her body tingle in entirely new ways. It felt so good! One afternoon, when she had once again been unable to resist, knowing she had the house to herself for several hours, she touched herself in that special spot that tingled so much. She rubbed her finger in little circles, and it was the best feeling June had ever felt in her life. Everything was all wet and slippery, and June rubbed faster and faster, hoping to make the feeling last. All of a sudden, she felt this wave of pleasure wash over her, and her entire body spasmed. Her entire private area just sort of pulsed, and she was breathing heavily, while her whole body felt electric. 
     
    June had had sex ed at school, and they had learned about orgasms. She was pretty sure that’s what it was. But nobody had said anything about getting orgasms from … that. That… was not normally on the list of things people found sexy. Was she weird? Was she a freak? June was pretty sure she was some sort of freak and that no one would ever want to have anything to do with her. She resolved never to do …that… again. 
     
    Her resolve never lasted long. Pretty soon, it was all she could think about again. She never did anything, though. Not really. Not actually. Well, sometimes. Not as often as she would have liked. But fantasies can be pretty powerful, too, and June had a pretty active imagination.
     
    The year was 1998. June turned 22. She was in university and had moved out to live on her own. Most of her friends had roommates, so she was pretty happy about having found a place where she could afford to live all by herself. She also got internet at home. It was almost the new millennium, after all, a personal internet connection was becoming increasingly common, and her parents paid for it for her, because they felt she needed it for school. 
     
    One evening, June furtively typed a shameful phrase into Alta Vista on her computer. She had heard from some of her guy friends that you could find anything on the internet. There was even free porn! Sure nothing would come of it, and blushing crimson even though she was all by herself, June typed “pee pants on purpose” into the search bar, almost afraid to look. To her utter astonishment, she got results! There were lots of results! Clicking around at random, she explored some of them. She tried some alternative search words, in case it was all some coincidence. Almost by accident, she stumbled onto a site called Patches’ Place. There was another one called Wet Set. There were photos. Videos! And stories! And a message board! Eyes wide, June clicked. And watched. And read. And watched some more.
     
    Much, much later, June closed her browser window. She could not believe what she had just seen. There were others like her? It had a name? People DID that?
     
    Still reeling from her discovery, June realized that she had been sitting at her desk for a very long time. She really needed to pee. Her need had been subconsciously niggling at her for a long time, but the discovery she had made on the internet had demanded all her focus. June realized she had been squirming in her seat for a while, and with everything she had found, she was also incredibly turned on. She was so wet that her underwear felt sodden, and her sex almost throbbed. June really needed to go find a toilet, but somehow, she was unable to make herself stand up and walk to the bathroom. 
     
    Could she? June’s heart was racing. She hadn’t actually… it had been years… she didn’t do that anymore… she had stopped… she never… she was really too old, this was childish… she really shouldn’t… this was so disgusting… or was it? How could something disgusting feel soooo good…? 
     
    She really had to pee! She could feel the pee almost about to come out — her strained muscles were all that was keeping it inside. Breathless, June relaxed her muscles juuuust a little, and she could feel the pee creeping closer to the opening. Oh, no, this was dangerous territory! She had to pee so bad! Why did she play such dangerous games? What if…? Fuck! It was so tempting!
     
    “Just go to the bathroom!” she told herself. “Just get up and go pee like a normal person! You’re an adult now. Act like one!” 
    June did not get up. Instead, she remained in her seat at her desk, fidgeting from her need to pee. The screen on her new purple iMac, which had rocked her entire world just moments prior, was now blank. She hardly breathed. It felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest, it was racing so fast. She grabbed the armrests on her chair so hard that her knuckles whitened. By allowing the pee to get so close to the opening that only her very outer muscles kept it at bay, the need to pee was now so urgent that June felt like she was going to explode.
     
    Suddenly, a wave of intense urgency washed over her. June drew a sharp breath and whimpered softly, clamping down every muscle she had to stem the deluge her bladder threatened to unleash. It worked, but not until after a powerful gush of hot, wet pee had shot out of her and into her pants. Fuck! June gasped. It almost burned, it felt so hot, and June could feel the wetness seeping into her underwear and the seat of her pants. She had instinctively put her hand down to add pressure to help her hold when the wave had hit, and she could feel the wetness on her fingers through her pants. 
     
    Oh, no! What had she done?! She had peed in her underwear! Oh, God! Her cheeks burned as she felt the wetness at her crotch and on her seat. She wanted to touch it. Explore. Without allowing herself to think too much about it, June moved her hand inside her wet underwear. She hissed. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive! And she was so wet! Her entire sex was slick with her own juices, so different from the wetness added by the pee. She gently stroked herself and could not help a low moan. It felt so good! The unrelenting pressure from her bladder made her even more sensitive, and June had never been more turned on in her life.
     
    What if…? No! But it would probably… No! Or…? Could she?
    Ooh, she had to pee so badly!
    Fuck! Everything felt so damn good!
     
    As she continued to stroke her clit in slow, lazy circles, while keeping the pee just inside the opening, June hissed as she felt a spasm go through her entire midsection and a strong gush of pee suddenly flowed out under her fingers. She was peeing! Oh, God, she was really doing this again! It was happening! She was wetting herself! Fuck, it was so good!
    The wetness trickling out across her fingers immediately soaked into her underwear and started to pool on the seat under her butt. That was all June had time to observe before she was hit with a strong wave of pleasure, and her orgasm swept her away.
     
    It felt as if her entire being was being sucked in on itself and into a single point of pleasure under her fingers. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her entire body tensed, and all she could feel was the intense pleasure as her muscles contracted and released in a steady rhythm, and the warm flood against her fingers, pulsing in time with it. It was pure ecstasy.
     
    Only when it was over did June fully realize what she had done. As her orgasm faded, she gradually became consciously aware of the warm trickle against her fingers, which slowed and then stopped completely. 
    Fuck! She had completely wet herself as she came! It had felt so good to release her pee into her orgasm that she had just kept going, not thinking about the mess. Blushing, despite being all alone, she pulled her hand out of her pants. It was soaking wet, and her fingertip was all pruny. The seat of her pants was soaked, and there was a giant puddle on the floor. Thank God her chair was not padded! There was a puddle on the seat, too, she noticed, when she stood up.
     
    The wet pants, cold against her skin now, clung to her legs as she waddled into the bathroom. She was almost too ashamed of herself to look in the mirror. Still blushing, she took her wet clothes off and threw them in the washing machine. Naked from the waist down, she got a towel and mopped up all the pee on and around her chair. Then she got an actual mop and cleaned everything thoroughly with soap and water before hopping in the shower to clean herself off.
     
    ***
    Chapter 2:

    A miscalculation
     
    Weeks later, June was still feeling conflicted about what she had done. She had not done that in years! She didn’t DO that anymore. She was an adult now! She felt like a freak, and wondered why she was not utterly disgusted with herself. She had peed all over herself and her chair like some degenerate … and had the best orgasm of her life to date. Why was she like this? She was never doing that again. She was never going to get a boyfriend if she acted like a perverted freak. What if someone found out and told everyone? 
     
    In the evenings, alone in her flat, however, June could not keep herself away from the internet sites she had found. She read every message board. Every story. And slowly but surely, something happened. Inside, June became less ashamed. She became more accepting of herself. So she liked what she liked. She had *always* liked what she liked. There was no denying it. Why? That wasn’t important. It was what it was. She was an adult who sometimes … OK, quite often, actually … got turned on by the idea of peeing in her pants.
     
    As for telling someone? No. Nope! Nu-uh! NEVER! That part had not changed. June would still die of embarrassment if anyone found out. She was still a virgin, for fuck’s sake! At twenty-two, that was already a little weird, and if people found out that she… had… that she… liked… that she WET… Hell no! She was still sure OTHER people would find her disgusting if they knew. Nobody could know!
     
    Instead, June had taken to putting off going to the bathroom when she had to pee. Not if she thought there was a chance she wouldn’t be able to make it to a toilet in time, or if she wasn’t sure if she would be able to hide the signs that she needed to pee, but every now and then, she let herself get uncomfortably desperate to pee. A few months had passed since … what happened, and June had not let herself do … that … since. She had wanted to. God, she had wanted to! Every time she touched herself, that was what she thought of. All she wanted was to feel that mind-numbing, all-encompassing ecstasy again, but she had held back. What if she became dependent on it? What if she wouldn’t be able to get aroused without it? She did not want to be the *that* person. A freak. She already felt different enough. 
     
    So she just put off going to the bathroom. She held her pee, feeling the urgent pressure build in her bladder until it was aching and begging for relief. It also made her tingly, albeit in a slightly different way. The anticipation of relief, thinking about the potential of wetting herself when her bladder was full meant her underwear was often wet. Never from pee, but wet all the same. And this was all in her head. (Well, and in her underwear.) Nobody could see that. Nobody would be able to find out her secret if it was all in her head, and there was no evidence. 
    And people had to pee! Everybody. It was normal! And sometimes people were delayed from going to the bathroom for whatever reason, causing them to become rather desperate. That wasn’t freaky, it happened. 
    June knew she was rationalizing, but she didn’t want to admit it to herself. She had been sitting in the library all afternoon after class, supposedly working on a paper, but for the past hour, she hadn’t been able to focus on anything but her need to pee. When she caught herself squirming in her seat, she decided it was time to go. Someone might see her squirm, realize why she was squirming, and then wonder why she didn’t just get up to go to the bathroom.
     
    She got up carefully. Fuck, the pressure was intense as she moved to stand up! She had to pee more than she thought! A wave of urgency washed over her, and June hissed under her breath. She actually had to do a little curtsy to stop herself leaking! Oh, no! This was bad. This was really, really bad! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! 
    She picked up her bag and quickly scurried out of the library. Walking helped a little, but she had to take itty bitty steps with her thighs pressed together, and, still, it felt like pee was about to come out. Panicking slightly, she looked around and found she was alone in the corridor outside the library. Quickly, she jammed a hand between her legs to put pressure on her opening and crossed her legs, bending almost double in a deep curtsy. Finally, the wave subsided. She was back in control, for now. June sighed. Fuck, that was close! How had she not realized how badly she needed to pee? She never waited THIS long!
     
    She made a beeline for the bathrooms, but to her absolute horror, they were closed for cleaning. Fuck! Almost dancing on the spot, but trying to be as discrete as possible, June considered her options. There were bathrooms in the history department two floors above her, but she did not think stairs were an option for her in this state, and the elevator was too far away in the other direction. There were some other bathrooms on this floor, but they were in the complete opposite direction from where she was going, and given how close to campus she lived, she could be halfway home by the time she got there. June was sure there were other bathrooms, too, some potentially quite close to her, but she wasn’t very familiar with this side of the campus, and she did not want to risk a fruitless, panicked search when she was this desperate. She had to find a bathroom NOW!
     
    Deciding (hoping!) that going home would be her best option, June prayed she could hold it and started walking as quickly as she dared, while still maintaining in control of her achingly full bladder. Oh, God, she had to pee! Why had she waited this long? She normally never let her holding get this out of hand, and she was feeling a rising panic that she might not be able to hold it. What if she couldn’t? Fuck! She could NOT let that happen! She had to hold it! She was in public! Someone could see her! She could absolutely not wet her pants in public! June breathed heavily. Oh, God! Her traitorous brain started conjuring up images of what would happen if she couldn’t hold it anymore, reminding her of how good it would feel to relax and how deliciously naughty it had felt to feel the warm wetness from her pee soak into the material of her pants… 
    No! 
    Fuck! 
    June’s hand flew to her crotch, and she crossed her legs, stopping dead in the middle of the sidewalk. It had almost come out! She had almost leaked! June could feel her entire face turn a bright crimson, and she furtively looked around once she had regained control and was able to remove her hand from between her legs. There were no people close to her, and she didn’t think anyone had taken any notice of her. Thank God! June hurried along, quietly grateful that she had opted to live further from downtown but much closer to campus than her friends. It was more inconvenient on evenings and weekends, but rent was less expensive this far out, and she could afford her tiny studio flat without a roommate. And today it meant that her toilet was closer. If she could only reach it!
     
    As she almost sprinted into the driveway, she saw that her landlady’s car was gone. She was out. “Thank fuck!” June thought to herself. June’s studio flat in the back half of the basement had its own entrance, but she was completely unable to hide the fact that she was very close to wetting herself now, and she would have been mortified if her landlady had seen her hold herself between the legs from her upstairs windows. Dancing in place, with one hand firmly between her legs, June dug around in her bag for her key. Where was it?!
     
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” June whispered under her breath. With her bathroom and relief so close, her already dire need to pee seemed to be increasing exponentially. There! Her key! As she fumbled to get her key in the lock, she felt her control slipping. 
     
    “No, no, no, no, no,” June whispered to herself. A tiny trickle found its way out into her panties. The wetness felt blazing hot against her skin. 
    No! She was peeing! It was coming out!
    June gasped. With her hand still firmly pressed between her legs, she finally managed to get the door open and stumbled in. The trickle turned into a steady stream as she ran inside and threw her bag on the floor. Fuck! It was like a seal had ruptured and the dam had broken. She was powerless to stop the flood. She had the sense to quickly kick off her shoes, but then, like a deer in headlights, June just froze. She was peeing her pants! She had been unable to hold it anymore and pee had just come out! That had NEVER happened to her before! Not since she was four! For a good few seconds, she just stood frozen, peeing into her pants. After a little while, she could have stopped if she had tried, but her pants were soaked anyway and there was a giant puddle on the floor already. With burning cheeks, June just stood there, arms at her side, and continued to empty her entire bladder into her pants and onto the floor. Once the desperate, painful pressure and panic had subsided, euphoric relief set in, and June was able to actually take in and enjoy the sensation. Warm, wet pee cascaded down the insides of her legs, with wetness branching outward under her butt and at the tops of her thighs in the front, before adding to the already huge puddle she was standing in. Her wet pants were clinging to her legs in weird places and the feeling of wet fabric against her skin was very arousing to her. The relief, combined with the sensation of warm wetness soaking into the fabric of her pants, felt sooooo good!
     
    Looking down at her puddle and wet pants, June felt embarrassed and aroused at the same time. She had had an accident! She had secretly always wanted to have an accident, but now she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. The relief had felt amazing, but she had not been prepared for the panic and pain that preceded it.
    She had held too long and almost wet herself in public! Her heart was still racing from the panic she had felt outside, when she could feel her control slipping. What if she hadn’t been just outside her own door? What if she had been on campus still, trying to find a toilet, with people around, and she had started leaking into her pants? Someone could have SEEN her!!! In all of her fantasies over the years, that was an aspect she had never really considered. Someone could have SEEN HER! If someone had seen her WET herself, she’d absolutely die of embarrassment. She was a grown-ass woman now! An adult! Adults didn’t wet themselves!
     
    June pulled off her dripping socks, but kept her pants on as she found a mop to clean up her mess. Her pants had long since gone cold, and they clung awkwardly to her legs, wet as they were. It was not really a pleasant feeling, but the sensation was impossible to ignore, and her brain kept shouting at her: “You peed your pants! You wet yourself! You WET yourself!” And June found it oddly arousing to move, feeling the wet pantlegs constrict her legs. Before stripping off her wet clothes and jumping in the shower, she could not help but stick her hand down the front of her pants. Sinking to her knees in pleasure, she gently stroked her swollen clit. And, seeing as her pants could not possibly get any wetter at this point, she gave herself permission to give in to the urge she had been fighting for weeks — months even. When her orgasm approached, she relaxed completely, letting whatever pee her bladder had accumulated since her accident trickle across her fingers and into her already sodden pants as she came.
     
    ***
    Chapter 3, where we meet Johnny:

    A new direction
     
    June cut back on holding. Her near-public accident had spooked her, and she was too scared to risk that kind of exposure again. In the months that followed after her accident, she rarely held it, and hardly ever in public. Too risky. 
    Then, by January, something had happened that made June swear off any “freaky” activities all together. She fell in love. 
     
    Johnny was so cool, and so handsome. A mutual friend had introduced them, and June could not believe someone like him could be interested in her. They had so many interests in common, and they stayed up for hours, talking about anything and everything under the sun. June wanted to know everything there ever was to know about Johnny, and, amazingly, he seemed to want to know everything about her. But June never mentioned … that. NEVER that! Internally, June pretended she hadn’t ever even heard about that.
    She was no longer a virgin, though, a fact she was very pleased with. And sex was amazing! To think she had been worried about not being able to get aroused without that thing she had never even heard about! Turned out all she needed was someone sexy touching her in all the right places!
     
    Yeah, the new, rosy glow on her existence lasted all of four months. When spring rolled around, she found herself day-dreaming about … that … again. She was still very much in love with Johnny, and he with her, as far as she knew. That wasn’t it. It was just that some part of her was missing from her life now. She missed … that. She could no longer pretend to herself that … that … was something she had never even heard of. She missed it. She needed it. She didn’t think she could ever not have it in her life. She couldn’t imagine living out the rest of her life without … that. June eventually got real with herself; she couldn’t cut that part out of her life forever. It would never go away. Fuck!
     
    June cried herself to sleep that night. And the night after. Johnny would leave her for sure. He might be the love of her life, but if she did … that … he would find out, he would be disgusted, and then he would leave. He might also tell all of their friends how disgusting she was, and they would all be disgusted with her and laugh behind her back. Hell, they’d probably laugh in her face. She got so down on herself on day three that Johnny noticed something was up and asked her what was wrong. She broke down in hysterical crying and hid her face against his chest. He stroked her back and her hair and told her everything would be ok, whatever it was. There was no way it would be, but how could she explain? She couldn’t. There was no way.
     
    ***
     
    They were in Johnny’s car. They had already seen a movie, and now they were making out in the back seat. June was wearing her new dark blue jeans, and she was sitting astride Johnny on his lap, facing him. He was touching her in all the right places, and she was so turned on! But she also had to pee really bad, and sitting with her legs this far apart was making it hard to hold her pee in. But she would do it. She could hold it. She could hold it for Johnny. Her need to pee turned her on even more, and when Johnny suddenly started to touch her there, it was almost too much to bear. Ooooh, she wanted to relax and let her pee soak into her pants! Suddenly, she could think of nothing sexier than doing that on Johnny’s lap. Johnny would like that, right? Who wouldn’t like that? It was so warm and wet and naughty! And she had to pee sooo bad! It would feel so good to relax and get relief! 
     
    Kissing Johnny deeply, June relaxed her muscles. She could feel her pants getting soaked, Johnny’s lap getting soaked, her pee just flooded out of her, but she was not feeling any relief. Strange. She kept going, but still no relief. Huh. Suddenly, she saw Johnny pull his hand away from her crotch and his face twist in surprise and disgust. “The fuck?! You’re PISSING on me?!?!”
     
    ***
     
    June bolted awake and sat straight up in bed, heart racing. Quickly, she put a hand down to feel her underwear. Dry. Thank fuck! Panting, she sank back against her pillow, all clammy with sweat.
     
    A dream. It had been a dream. Thank God. She’d dreamt about peeing a few times in the past, too, but she had never wet the bed. With Johnny sleeping beside her, June thanked every deity she could think of that that was still the case. Still, it took some time before she was able to fall asleep again.
     
    The following day, she and Johnny were having a lazy morning in bed. Neither of them had any obligations that day, and neither felt particularly like getting up. They had been talking, but June eventually fell quiet. This was it, her best opportunity. She was going to have to tell him. It felt safer to do that in bed, somehow. She didn’t have to look at him, see his face. It seemed easier.
     
    “Sweetheart?” Johnny said. “You OK?”
    “Yes and no,” said June. Her heart felt like it was about to beat its way out of her chest. “Listen, I need to tell you something. It’s personal and embarrassing, something I’ve never told anyone else EVER, and please don’t laugh. I don’t think I can bear it if you make fun of me.”
     
    She was close to crying.
     
    “What is it, babe?” Johnny said. “You can tell me anything!”
    “Will you promise me you’ll keep an open mind?” June said, her voice shaking.
    “Of course! I promise.” Johnny said. “Whatever it is. I love you.”
    “It’s to do with sex,” said June, blushing crimson and hiding her face against Johnny’s chest.
    “Nothing to do with you or anyone else!” she added quickly, as she lifted her face briefly and saw the confusion and worry on Johnny’s face. 
     
    “It’s about me. I, uh….”
    Her courage failed her. How could she tell him?! How could she tell him about this embarrassing, freaky side to her that he had no reason to suspect she had?
    “Juney, babe!” Johnny said. “What is it? Is it about something you want me to do?”
    “No!” she quickly said. “No! You’re great! It’s… I mean, I… I…”
     
    Words failed her again, and she once more hid her face against his chest.
    “Take your time,” he said. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”
    “But it is!” she said, close to tears again now, the words coming out muffled against his chest.
     
    “I… There… I… I… like something. It… turns me on. I like… to…”
    His slow and steady breathing moved her burning face up and down where it rested on his chest. Not daring to look up at him, and with her heart racing like a rabbit’s inside her chest, she continued in a whisper: “I like… to wet myself… pee my pants, I mean… like… on purpose.”
     
    He said nothing. The cat was out of the bag. She had told him her deepest, darkest secret, a secret she had told no one else in her entire life. Still hiding her face against his chest, she decided to lay it all bare for him. She loved him, and her heart now lay firmly in his hand. He could crush it into a million pieces, or he could make it soar.
     
    “Sometimes… I do it while I touch myself, and it makes me come harder,” she added.
    Still, he said nothing, though June thought she could feel his heart beating faster inside his chest. Slowly, gently, he put his finger under her chin and lifted her face from his chest, making her look up at him.
     
    There was no disgust on his face. Just curiosity.
    “Thank you for telling me,” he said. “I would never laugh at you for telling me what you like. I will admit, it was not what I expected. I thought you were going to tell me you wanted a threesome, or that you had been faking your orgasms or something. I was terrified! I love you, Juney. This is… I haven’t… Will you tell me more about it?”
     
    So June did. Johnny listened. He did not laugh at her. He said he wanted to know more.
    June asked if there was something he liked that he hadn’t told her about, and Johnny sheepishly shared that he really liked a finger in his butt when he was about to come. He told her he had never told anyone that before, because he didn't think straight men were supposed to want anything going into their butt. He hadn’t told her, because he had been afraid she would laugh at him or think he was secretly gay and hiding it from her or something. They continued talking until they were starving before they got out of bed. June didn’t think it was possible to love Johnny more than she already did, but here she was. She had told him. She had told him her deepest, darkest, embarrassing secret and he hadn’t laughed at her.
     
    *** 
     
    Around a week later, Johnny shot her a look, one eyebrow cocked, when they were having dinner. He had a devilish grin on his face, and his eyes were full of mischief.
    “You want to do something tonight?” he asked.
    “Do what?” June asked.
    “I was thinking. Would you be willing to skip going to the bathroom before the movie and just hold it until after? For me? I’ll get you a large soda.” Johnny’s eyes sparkled.
     
    They were going to see the Matrix after dinner. 
    June could not believe what she was hearing. They had not talked about her secret (or his, for that matter) since that lazy morning in bed. Secretly, she had wanted to suggest something, but she didn’t know how to bring it up. Now Johnny was making suggestions? She could feel herself getting a little turned on just from the thought.
    “Ok.” Her eyes sparkled too.
     
    By the time they arrived at the movie theater, June kind of already needed to pee a little. Her stomach was full of butterflies, but she resolutely walked right past the bathrooms and they found their seats inside. Johnny had, as promised, bought her a large soda.
    They had bought seats near the exit, because June had nervously explained to him before they got there that if she started to panic, they needed to leave immediately. She did NOT want to risk an accident in public.
    “How are you doing?” Johnny whispered in her ear when the lights dimmed.
    “I already have to pee,” June whispered back, before she took a nervous sip of her soda. She had never had anyone else be aware of her need to pee before. It felt strange, but also a little arousing.
    “I hope I can hold it!” She was already getting turned on.
    June quickly got absorbed in the movie — it was amazing! — and kept sipping at her soda. Soon, however, her soda was empty and she started to find it difficult to concentrate on what was happening on the screen. Her bladder was filling up at an alarming rate, and she was getting increasingly uncomfortable. She tried to squirm in her seat as discretely as possible, but Johnny could not have been focusing on the movie at all, because he immediately leaned in to whisper in her ear.
    “Are you ok? Do you have to pee?”
    “Yeah, I have to go really bad!” June whispered back, pressing her thighs together as tightly as she could. “I’m ok, though. I can hold it. I think.”
     
    “There’s about 45 minutes left of the movie,” Johnny whispered a few minutes later when June squirmed in her seat again. “Can you make it?”
    June was no longer sure she could. Her large soda was filling up her bladder much faster than she had anticipated. She already had her thighs pressed together, and she really wanted to put her hand down to hold herself! Nobody was sitting near them, and this whole thing had been Johnny’s idea, so… June put her hand down between her legs and put pressure on her opening. That felt good. Desperate to pee though she was, June got more aroused. She thought she heard Johnny draw a sharp breath next to her, but couldn’t be sure.
     
    “I don’t know,” she whispered, truthfully. “I have to go soooo bad! I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold it. Maybe. I’m ok for now.”
     
    Five minutes later, however, she knew she would not be able to last until the end of the movie. And having to walk out at the same time as all the other people? Forget it. She might lose control right in front of everyone. Everyone would see. Everyone would KNOW.
    “We need to leave,” she whispered to Johnny. “I have to pee so badly, I can’t make it until the end of the movie. I might wet myself!”
     
    Just saying the words out loud was immensely arousing. She had never said it out loud before. She had been aroused since before they got here, but her arousal was increasing almost as quickly as her need to pee. She still had her hand between her legs.
    “Ok, let’s go,” Johnny whispered back. “Just so you know, I’ve been watching you squirm and hold yourself, and it’s sexy as hell.”
    He got up and held his hand out for her to take. Getting up put pressure on her bladder, and she hissed as she had to take a little curtsy to remain in control. Fuck, she had to pee!
    Once out in the empty hallway outside the theater, Johnny leaned in and spoke softly in her ear.
    “Do you want to go straight to the bathroom now, or do you think you can make it home when it’s just the two of us in the car? Either way, I’m fucking you as soon as we get home, because watching you squirm around like that, knowing it turns you on, is so damn sexy, I can’t stand it.”
     
    It was the sexiest thing June had ever heard. 
    “I don’t know. I really am desperate. I think I can hold it,” June said, hesitantly. “But what if I can’t? What if it starts coming out and I can’t stop? What if I pee all over your car seat?”
    “The seats have slip covers,” Johnny said, grinning. “They can be washed. Don’t worry about it.”
     
    His eyes glittered. June blushed.
    “Ok, then. I think I can hold it,” she whispered, heart hammering.
     
    The drive to her studio wasn’t long, but June thought she was going to explode. The pain and pressure were becoming unbearable, every bump in the road sending a painful stab up into her bladder. As much as she wanted to enjoy this entirely new situation, her arousal was waning.
    “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” she whispered under her breath. She crossed her legs and shoved a hand down to put pressure on her opening. “It’s almost coming out! I don’t know how long I can hold it!” She had been this desperate only once in her life, and, knowing how that had ended, she was starting to panic.
    “Hang on, babe!” Johnny said to her. “We’re almost there. Hang on.”
     
    June hissed as a strong wave of urgency washed over her. Despite clenching with every muscle in her body, she could feel a little trickle of pee slip past her defenses and soak into her pants.
     
    “Oh, no! No, no, no!” she squeaked, panicking now. 
    “It’s coming out! I’m peeing! I can’t hold it!”
     
    “We’re here!” Johnny almost shouted, as his car skidded to a stop outside June’s house. He ran around to June’s side and tore open the door.
    “Are you ok, baby? Can I do anything? Can I help?”
     
    June scrunched up her face in concentration as she fought to gain control of her bladder again. Her entire body shook with the effort, but she finally managed. Though not before a substantial leak had forced its way out. Her entire crotch was wet against her hand, which she still had firmly pressed against her opening. The seat of her pants had an unmistakable wet spot, as did the car seat, June noticed, as she got out.
    “Some pee came out,” she said to Johnny, her voice still a little panicked. “I couldn’t stop it! It got all over your car seat, I’m so sorry!”
    “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine,” Johnny said. “Are you ok?”
    June was not ok. She still had to pee. A LOT! The little gush had done almost nothing to take the edge off, and she was still fighting with every muscle she had to keep the flood at bay.
    “I still have to pee so badly!” June whimpered. “I don’t think I can hold it!”
    She danced on the spot, holding herself with both hands now. Her control was slipping, she could feel it.
    “Let’s get you inside,” Johnny said, and took her by the elbow, gently leading her toward her front door, while June danced around, curtsied and still held herself with both hands.
     
    She was so close! She just needed to get inside! Inside was safe, nobody could see her inside! She just had to hold it a little longer! Johnny already had her key out and ready, opening the door for her when June felt her bladder spasm and pee started to trickle out into her pants, completely beyond her control. She just froze on the spot and whimpered.
    “It’s coming out! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m peeing! I can’t hold it!”
    Despite clenching as hard as she could, pee was still trickling out under her hand. The steady trickle soon became a flood, and June hissed as she lost the battle. Hot, wet pee gushed into her pants. She pulled her hand away. It was no use anymore. She had lost control. The pee flowed out in a T-shape at the top of her thighs and also spread outward under her butt cheeks in the back. Her torrent of pee raced down the insides and backs of her thighs and splashed noisily on the front steps to her flat. 
    “I can’t stop! Fuck! I can’t stop! It’s just coming out!” June whispered, not daring to look up at Johnny.
     
    Johnny just watched her, eyes wide, as June just stood there, absolutely flooding her pants right in front of him.
     
    After about fifteen seconds, June was able to pinch off the stream. Standing in a puddle of her own making, she blushed as she looked up at Johnny. No longer panicking and feeling quite relieved, she felt a rush of arousal again at what she had done. She had wet herself in front of Johnny! He had been the one to suggest holding it, knowing what might happen, but June’s heart raced as she met Johnny’s eyes. What if it hadn’t been what he expected? What if he wasn’t ok with it after all? What if he was disgusted?
    “Well, I almost made it,” she said.
     
    Johnny said nothing. He just pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply.
    “I love you,” he said to her. “That was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. You were so vulnerable with me just now. It was extremely hot. Are you ok?”
     
    She nodded and kissed him back, still blushing a little, but her heart started to slow down. At least he didn’t seem disgusted. It felt very awkward to be held in a tight embrace, being kissed when she had just lost control and flooded her pants right in front of the man she loved. It was the second time in her adult life she had lost control and wet herself without being able to stop it. She should be embarrassed, but…
    “Are you… turned on…?” he whispered.
    Blushing even more, she nodded sheepishly.
    “So fucking hot,” he whispered, almost to himself, as he pulled her inside and shut the door behind them.
     
    Kissing her deeply, Johnny removed her jacket and shrugged out of his own. June kicked off her sneakers. They had gotten drenched when she lost control, so she would have to wash them, she reminded herself. Later. She’d wash them later.
    Johnny pulled her into the bathroom and took off her shirt and bra, cupping her breasts in his hands as he kissed her. She made to start taking her wet pants off, but he stopped her.
    “Wait,” he said, and spun her around, so that her back was against him and they were facing the full-length mirror. He pulled her in close to him and kissed her on the neck.
    “Johnny!” she said, “I’m soaked! Your clothes will get wet!”
    “Don’t worry about it,” he said and pulled her even closer. “I want to try something.” He kissed her neck again and slid his hand down into her wet pants. June gasped. He found her clit and stroked it gently.
     
    “Oooh,” he said, grinning as he kissed her neck again, and his fingers explored her. His eyes glittered as they met June’s in the mirror. “This is a different kind of wetness, now, isn’t it?”
    June moaned and could not help but to thrust her hips against his hand.
     
    Fuck! Was this really happening? June reached a hand up behind Johnny’s neck and arched into his touch. This was something she could not have even imagined in her wildest dreams.
    Johnny kissed her neck and pinched her right nipple with his left hand. His right hand was still inside her pants, where he kept stroking her clit.
     
    June forgot all about trying not to get Johnny’s clothes wet and leaned back into him. She could feel his erection against her backside. Her wet pantlegs clung to her as she widened her stance to give Johnny’s hand better access, the odd constriction of her wet pantlegs reminding her of what she had just done. Fuck, this felt so good! Nothing had ever felt this good!
     
    “Tell me something, sexy,” Johnny said softly into her ear, his voice a deep, husky rumble. “Did you lose it all back there, or do you still have to pee?”
    June’s arousal soared and she moaned again, leaning into Johnny.
    “I managed to stop myself and hold it,” she said, blushing again, as she could not help but thrust her hips into Johnny’s touch with a little whimper. “I still have to pee.”
    “Well, then…” She could feel Johnny’s grin as he kissed her neck again. 
    “I remember you saying something about coming harder when you pee. Will you come hard for me, sweetheart?”
     
    Oh, fuck, was this really happening? June had never wanted anything more in her life. She was so turned on, she could barely stand it, and now she had … permission? 
    She met his eyes in the mirror. 
    “It’s just fluids, sweetheart,” he said, and shrugged, his eyes almost black with lust as he looked at her. “I want you to let yourself go and come hard on my hand.”
    June just nodded.
     
    She closed her eyes and leaned back against him again, as Johnny continued his lazy circles over her clit. Her bladder was still relatively full. She could have held it, but Johnny had asked her not to. He had asked her not to!! 
     
    She relaxed her muscles and let her pee creep lower, toward her opening, and as always, when she did that, the sense of urgency shot up. She hissed. Did she dare?
    Without thinking too much about it, she let a little bit of pee slip past, before she immediately clamped down on her muscles again. There was a strong gush, warming her already wet pants, and she could not help but moan softly. Johnny drew a sharp breath, but did not stop his slow and gentle massage of her clit.
     
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said. “Come for me, sexy. Just let it go.”
    June could feel her orgasm approaching like a runaway freight train. She was so turned on, her entire sex throbbed and ached. She had wet herself in front of Johnny and he hadn’t run. He hadn’t laughed. He had accepted her. She felt safe with him. She loved him. He loved her. He had his HAND inside her wet pants and he… Fuck, that felt good! Johnny’s fingers moved a little more insistently, more demanding. She moaned again. Her bladder ached for relief, and she stopped fighting it.
     
    She let go of her control and relaxed, gushing into her pants. It was so warm and wet! Johnny drew another sharp breath as soon as the flood of pee hit his fingers, but he did not stop. He held her tightly against him, and she could still feel the hard pressure of his erection against her butt through their pants.
     
    “Fuck!” June said, moaning. “Fuck, that feels good! Oh, God. Fuck! Yes! I’m coming!”
    She could feel her entire body begin to spasm. Her eyes rolled back and her entire being was sucked in, reduced to that single spot of ecstasy under his touch. The world was nothing but that all-encompassing pleasure and the warm, wet river flowing out of her.
     
    Eyes closed, she breathed heavily and kept going as she returned to her body, emptying her bladder completely. Awash in hormones from her orgasm, June luxuriated in her euphoria and relief, a stupid grin on her face.
    Johnny had stopped moving his fingers when she came, but he did not remove his hand, even as the last drops of June’s long-held pee trickled over his fingers. He still held her tight, his other arm firmly around her waist. 
     
    When it was over, they simply stood there, in their embrace, for a little while.
    June opened her eyes and met Johnny’s in the mirror.
    “Oops?” she said, grinning sheepishly.
    He grinned back at her and kissed her neck again.
    “That…” he said. “Was HOT! You gave yourself entirely over to me just now, and I have never seen anything sexier in my entire life.”
    “I made a mess, though… and I peed all over your hand…” June said, starting to feel a little embarrassed now that it was all over, looking at her dripping wet pants and the giant puddle on the floor.
    “I don’t care, it’s just pee,” Johnny said. “It’s mostly water anyway, and we can clean it up.”
    “Listen to me,” he said and lifted her chin up with the hand that she hadn’t just peed all over, making her meet his eyes. “That was you. All of you. And I got to be here, to have you, to be the one to give that to you. Please don’t be embarrassed. I love you.”
     
    And then he kissed her.
     
    *** 
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from ral in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    wendywetpants got a reaction from river62 in All-day wetting marathon   
    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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    (Is "deliberate wetting" not a tag? I couldn't find it. Anyhoo, this post is about deliberate wetting. Some mild desperation, but mostly just straight up wetting for fun without bothering to hold it.)
    Anyway, story-time:
    Holy shit, I had the most satisfying wetting day yesterday. 
    My mind is still kind of reeling from it, it was so intense.
    This is kind of a long post, I’m sorry about that, but I tend to ramble and a lot of things happened, ok? 
     
    So, I’m not open about this interest with anyone, not even my SO. It’s just something I’d prefer to keep to myself, for my own private enjoyment.
    Anyway. I’ve really been looking for an opportunity to indulge lately, but with the holidays and all, time to myself has been extremely limited. But yesterday, my SO had to go out of town to deal with a family emergency. Nothing serious, but he’ll be away until tomorrow. So I suddenly found myself with lots of uninterrupted alone time, with no chance of him returning from work unexpectedly early. And I planned to make the most of it.
     
    When I got up, he was already gone, so I wasted no time getting started. I started guzzling copious amounts of water to get my system going, and as I had a full day of work (I work from home), I prepped my desk chair with some plastic to cover the entire seat and a folded-up towel to sit on. My bladder filled up pretty quickly, and an hour had not even passed before I started squirming in my seat. I don’t do long holds, it’s not my thing, but I do like the early stages of desperation, so I sometimes hold a little. When I got up to get yet another glass of water from the kitchen, I let the first little dribble find its way into my pants. 
    It felt so good! I haven’t wet in so long, so it really felt amazing to feel the wetness bloom out across my crotch. From there on out, I just kept dribbling into my pants whenever I felt a twinge of my bladder filling up. I was drinking water constantly, so it just kept refilling at a rather impressive pace. 
     
    I soon had to replace my towel, because I was afraid it was going to start dripping onto the floor, but I did not change out of my wet pants. My entire butt was wet — everywhere my pants touched the chair — and I also had a sizeable wet spot on the front, halfway down the insides of both thighs.
    Soon after I replaced the towel a second time, and then a third, and a fourth. I just kept dribbling spurt after spurt of pee into my pants and then drinking more water to replace it.
    I did work, too, but honestly, my productivity was not the best. It was very hard to concentrate when my simmering arousal was stoked with each new spurt of pee into my pants.
     
    By lunchtime I was starting to chafe a little, so I decided to give my sodden sweatpants a proper deluge before putting it in the wash with all the towels. I stepped into the shower and emptied my bladder completely. Pee ran all the way down my legs and dripped onto the floor. So good! I was so turned on, it would have taken very little to bring me over the edge, but I held back. I wasn’t done.
    Instead, I peeled off my soaking wet clothes and put them in the wash with all the towels I had drenched. Then I put on new underwear and a new pair of sweatpants, ate lunch and got back to work. I continued drinking water, and my kidneys were keeping my bladder busy, and soon I was on towel number six, then seven and then eight, by the time my workday was over and it was time for dinner. I again stepped into the shower and gave the second pair of sweatpants the same drenching treatment as the first, before I loaded up the second full machine of pee-soaked towels and clothes. 
     
    After putting on my third pair of sweatpants for the day, I decided I needed to give my skin some time to breathe, so I peed in the toilet before and after dinner. It was, after all, six o’clock, and I had been in wet pants since eight in the morning.
    I relaxed on the couch a little bit, but pretty soon I had to pee again, and I decided it was time to put my other big plan for the day into action.
     
    See, I recently got a new pair of hiking pants in a softshell, semi-waterproof material, and I’ve been dying to try out wetting in them. Wetness will come through from the inside and show on the outside with friction and pressure, but it does not soak through easily.
    These pants fit me like a glove down to about mid-thigh, but the pantlegs go straight down from there and do not hug tightly to my knees or calves. I felt pretty sure that with a knee-length coat over top, I could get away with wetting them outside, in public, without anything being visible. Some wetness might come through and be visible on my thighs and at my crotch, but my coat would cover that. I haven’t been brave enough to try it in broad daylight, which has been the only opportunities I’ve had so far since getting them, but now I had the evening to myself and could go for a walk in the dark… It was the perfect opportunity!
     
    I really had to pee at this point, though, and I almost chickened out. Almost.
    Listen, I have NEVER before left the house with my bladder this full! I was getting a little desperate, and I was so uncomfortable I let a huge gush out into my pants before I even made it out the door, and had to do a little curtsy in order to be able to pinch off the flow!
    The route I was planning to take normally takes me around 40 minutes, but it was very icy out, and I didn’t wear any ice grips, so I had to be careful and go slow. 
    I did NOT want to fall and injure myself and have to explain to paramedics why I am wearing a bazillion layers that are all soaking wet with pee… I quickly realized I would be out for an hour instead of the expected 40 minutes, so I did a couple more heavy gushes right off the bat, because I knew the street lights would be limited for the first stretch, and I wanted any potential dripping out the bottom of my pantlegs to be hidden by the darkness there.
     
    Too late to chicken out now! I was out, and I was WET!
    I could feel wetness down to about mid-thigh, but my layers (underwear, bike shorts, long underwear — I like the added absorption, OK?) seemed to be absorbing most of the wetness. I have NEVER before wet this much outside in public! I rarely even wet this much at home. My heart was hammering so fast, and I was incredibly turned on.
     
    And the SENSATION! Whoo, boy, I may have stumbled onto my new favorite clothing combo to wet! The layers of cotton absorbed a lot of wetness, and the waterproof-ish nature of the hiking pants meant that the wetness that exploded out of me (I was literally gushing!) had nowhere to go, as it could not immediately penetrate the material. And with the pants being as tight as they were, the pee flowing out of me seemed to balloon a little, before they slowly made their way down my thighs, held back by the layers underneath. I mean, I’ve peed in snow pants and lots of layers before, but never in pants this tight. Truly magical combo. Outside of sex, it may just be the most pleasurable sensation I have ever felt. Highly recommend.
     
    This is a relatively urban area — not packed with people, but you’re never really alone either. There were plenty of people out running or walking dogs. I got such a thrill from feeling the wet material of all my layers cling to my legs as I walked, hidden from any passers-by.
     
    My initial gushes had taken the edge off, but my bladder was not empty, and it was rapidly refilling, so it wasn’t long before I had to pee again. I stopped two more times — pretending to check my phone so I could surreptitiously look around and see if I was relatively alone and make sure nobody was close — to send two more strong gushes into my pants. So good! I was about ready to come on the spot without even touching myself.
     
    The combination of tight water-repellent pants and absorbent layers really did an amazing job of keeping things contained! I was impressed! Obviously, I couldn’t check myself out properly, but I had not felt any wetness at all go past my knee. I could feel the wetness approaching my knees by this point — the insides of my thighs felt very wet — but nothing past the knee and below my coat, which was hiding everything.
     
    When I had completed my round and was approaching my house, my bladder was filling up again, and I really wanted to do a full wetting outside. I have never had the guts to do that before. It has always been controlled little spurts and dribbles, because I don't want anyone to see. I was a little scared, but it was dark, I had faith in my pants, and there was nobody nearby.
    Before giving myself the chance to chicken out, I relaxed and started peeing full force into my pants, something I have NEVER done anywhere but in private before. It felt so good! I peed and peed and peed for what felt like forever, but it probably wasn’t more than ten-fifteen seconds. I felt the wetness seep slowly down my thighs, like before, before it moved past a point that must have been acting like a dam, or something, because suddenly it rushed down my calves and into my socks and shoes, and I could see it dripping out from the hem of my pantlegs. I gasped and stood frozen on the spot. I could do nothing but wait for the deluge to subside. 
     
    When my pantlegs finally stopped dripping, I started walking again and quickly went inside.
    I didn’t even take my shoes or jacket off, I just crumpled to the floor in the entry and gave myself the orgasm I had been building to all day.
    After my breathing calmed down, I started the day’s third load of pee-soaked laundry, took a shower and went to bed.
     
    And while I technically have until tomorrow before my SO returns, I don’t think I’ll be wetting at all today. It’s like I have a wetting hangover or something. Is that even a thing? Although, fair, I think I spent more than twelve hours yesterday wearing wet clothes and actively wetting myself. That should last me a while.
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