wendywetpants 321 Posted July 31, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted July 31, 2022 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. pftish, Brotaku, TrynaWet and 52 others 31 2 1 21 Quote Link to comment
tricot 19 Posted July 31, 2022 Share Posted July 31, 2022 Thank you for posting your experience, I love the details, you have written this very well. wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 925 Posted July 31, 2022 Share Posted July 31, 2022 What an amazing time! The bike shorts are a great idea. I love all the descriptions you give of feeling the wetness on your skin and the anticipation in your heart. Thank you so much for sharing. ❤️ xixi, tricot and wendywetpants 2 1 Quote Link to comment
Tellnoone 2,400 Posted August 2, 2022 Share Posted August 2, 2022 Great story! What I like the most is how it really shines through your words how much you enjoyed the experience. I can relate! waterrat and wendywetpants 1 1 Quote Link to comment
lovetohold 412 Posted August 2, 2022 Share Posted August 2, 2022 This is so well written and wonderful. Such a great experience. Thank you for sharing! wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
wetskipants 840 Posted August 2, 2022 Share Posted August 2, 2022 Great read. The hidden public wetting is an exhilarating experience. wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
chimera 107 Posted August 2, 2022 Share Posted August 2, 2022 A little while ago I wore black leggings on some hiking trails and walked around peeing in them for about 1/2 an hour. Only saw one jogger but he didn't seem to notice heh. wendywetpants, talks2much, SoulCaliber578 and 1 other 1 1 2 Quote Link to comment
Guest Wettishfettish Posted August 2, 2022 Share Posted August 2, 2022 35 minutes ago, chimera said: A little while ago I wore black leggings on some hiking trails and walked around peeing in them for about 1/2 an hour. Only saw one jogger but he didn't seem to notice heh. Very sexy. Did you keep them on when you got home? Quote Link to comment
chimera 107 Posted August 2, 2022 Share Posted August 2, 2022 2 hours ago, Wettishfettish said: Very sexy. Did you keep them on when you got home? Can't do that. I changed into identical black leggings. GoldenG8 1 Quote Link to comment
shydribbles19 480 Posted August 3, 2022 Share Posted August 3, 2022 you are an excellent writer! Can totally understand what you mean by the ebb and flow. That desire really comes and goes wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
Mariner62 1,552 Posted August 3, 2022 Share Posted August 3, 2022 Sneaky public wetting are so exciting, not knowing if you'll be caught or not. wetgarth 1 Quote Link to comment
Nc-runner-guy 220 Posted August 3, 2022 Share Posted August 3, 2022 18 hours ago, chimera said: A little while ago I wore black leggings on some hiking trails and walked around peeing in them for about 1/2 an hour. Only saw one jogger but he didn't seem to notice heh. That must have been so much fun! Very envious! Quote Link to comment
wetgarth 1,384 Posted August 3, 2022 Share Posted August 3, 2022 I also enjoy peeing in my bike shorts, they fit close and nicely spread the wetness around my jockey shorts that I wear underneath. If I go on a decent bike ride I will sometimes allow myself a good wetting as I will also have my mountain bike shorts over the top (3 layers). Although they show the wet patches when close up, its hard to see from a glance or distance. I ride country lanes & tracks so by the time I get back to civilization and ride through the village back to my house, the quick drying material of my mountain bike shorts makes it impossible for anyone to notice as I cycle past. Whilst I secretly know that underneath I am still soaked from peeing my pants. It is a real buzz and will keep them on a long as possible. wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
wetgarth 1,384 Posted August 3, 2022 Share Posted August 3, 2022 On 7/31/2022 at 5:33 PM, wendywetpants said: 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. Thank you for taking time to write this so beautifully. I think you have hit a chord for both male & female omo fans. There is definitely a buzz from secretly knowing you peed in your pants and no one else knows. The felling of the wetness against the skin joined with excitement of such a taboo thing goes beyond sexual arousal. There is a euphoric feeling of getting away with it.... well there is for me anyway. scinosensation and wendywetpants 1 1 Quote Link to comment
wendywetpants 321 Posted August 3, 2022 Author Share Posted August 3, 2022 10 minutes ago, wetgarth said: The felling of the wetness against the skin joined with excitement of such a taboo thing goes beyond sexual arousal. There is a euphoric feeling of getting away with it.... well there is for me anyway. That is exactly it, @wetgarth It's almost its own thing. wetgarth 1 Quote Link to comment
wetgarth 1,384 Posted August 3, 2022 Share Posted August 3, 2022 3 minutes ago, wendywetpants said: That is exactly it, @wetgarth It's almost its own thing. It's actually good to know I'm not on my own here Quote Link to comment
scinosensation 543 Posted August 3, 2022 Share Posted August 3, 2022 @wendywetpants, @wetgarth, I feel I could have written the things you have written in this thread. So you are certainly not alone! It was a great and very important revelation to me that I was not the only person in the world who felt that way. wetgarth, derektor_2000 and wendywetpants 1 2 Quote Link to comment
chimera 107 Posted August 4, 2022 Share Posted August 4, 2022 7 hours ago, wendywetpants said: That is exactly it, @wetgarth It's almost its own thing. yes. Exactly Quote Link to comment
OmoKittyCrysta 112 Posted August 4, 2022 Share Posted August 4, 2022 W ow this is so good! wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
The Dark Wolf 1,746 Posted August 4, 2022 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted August 4, 2022 I love it. Sounds like you had fun too. wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
scinosensation 543 Posted August 5, 2022 Share Posted August 5, 2022 On 7/31/2022 at 11:33 AM, wendywetpants said: 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. Ms. @wendywetpants, you had an amazing adventure. I can so very much relate to it. I’ve done similar things after dark just to keep the evidence better hidden. Thank you wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
slycat 74 Posted August 7, 2022 Share Posted August 7, 2022 It's hard to pee walking or running unless you get where you completely can't hold it. It's much easier if you stop for a minute. wendywetpants 1 Quote Link to comment
RewetC 85 Posted August 15, 2022 Share Posted August 15, 2022 I love your story, the feelings and thoughts you describe speak to me in so many ways. I did something similar yesterday on a hike. I wore black shorts that only show wetness when inspected very closely. I peed myself every time on the hike, but in the last 2 hours I didn't bother stopping and sitting and let little spurts out while walking. The feeling was incredible and it got me very excited. My boots got a little wet too from the drips of my shorts. I noticed that fresh pee makes the shorts shiny and people could actually notice if they looked at them, which some people did look at my legs or shorts. I wonder if they noticed. Quote Link to comment
Guest s.trimble Posted August 16, 2022 Share Posted August 16, 2022 The idea of wetting myself like that sends we absolutely wiiiild! Thank you for sharing 'chef's kiss' Quote Link to comment
illidan80 27 Posted August 24, 2022 Share Posted August 24, 2022 Thank you for a very well written experience! Very nice! Quote Link to comment
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