Posted by ruger on June 01, 2001 at 13:31
In Reply to: Tell me more tell me more posted by wetfan on June 01, 2001 at 12:41
Sorry, I was starting to type incident #2 when my browser went nuts:
2) We were connecting to a Vegas flight. It was about an hour flight. My wife was wearing her tight jeans with pantyhose underneath, as it was in the wintertime. Again, can't remember what sexy panties she wore. We always play pee-games in Vegas, so the plan was that she would take her last pee on the plane, try and hold it from there til we get into the hotel room, at which time she would piss in her jeans for me.
When we got onto the plane she had to pee, but not too bad. Taxi and takeoff were not to eventful but, it was very bumpy as we started to climb. The pilot got on and said reports were that it was going to be like this until Vegas and he was ordering all Stewards to remain seated during this trip, seat-belt sign would stay on and warned everyone to remain in their seats. He apologized for the inconvenience and the lack of service but, of course, it was for the safety of all. My wife looked at me and just said, "Oh, no." She had that sickening look on her face, as her and I both knew that she would not be able to hold on for an hour. We were quiet for a while as it was extremely bumpy. My wife looked over at me and groaned, "What am I going to do?" I said, "Can you try and hold it." She replied, "I can't hold it that long, I'm already in severe plain". There was no way that they would let anyone up as bumpy as it was. I pulled the blanket from under my seat and put it over her lap. I said, "Hold yourself under this." She said, "Good idea." This helped for a little while, but it wasn't long before it she had a very pained look on her face. My wife isn't a crier but I swear she starting sobbing from the pain. About 1/2 hour into the flight, the ride became much smoother. Still, nobody wanted to get up, afraid of that big bounce. I don't ever remember my wife being in this much discomfort. I was really feeling bad for her. I told her, "Let's fold the blanket up and put it on your seat. Just pee through your jeans into the blanket." She's practically crying when she moans, "I can't do that!". I say, "Why not." She moans, "The back of my jeans will be soaked, everyone will know that I've wet myself". I'm exasperated now, "What are you going to do!" She looks at me in despair, knowing that she is moments from pissing herself anyway. She folds up the blanket, sits on it. She suddenly realizes that it has been fairly smooth riding for the last 5-10 minutes. Still, nobody has gotten up. She's looking around, hand planted firmly in her crotch. I say, "Go for it!" She does, makes a beeline toward the front bathroom. The steward makes a feeble attempt at telling her to sit down. She ignores him and flies into the bathroom. She's feeling much, much better when she gets back to her seat. She did not piss herself.
When we got to our hotel room, she had to pee again. I put the toilet seat down, folded a blanket over it and had her sit on it. "Now pee in your seat", I said. She did. She stood up, her jeans were soaked in the back. We both looked at them in the mirror as I said, "That's what it would have looked like." She said, "Good I didn't do that". Pulled her jeans down, I inspected the drips still dribbling down her pantyhose, lowered her hose and fondled her wet crotch. The rest is history.