Posted by Sharon on December 23, 1998 at 20:14
Hi all,
I've read all your replies. Most of you told me to DO IT! The only problem is - you were all too late! I shut my PC down with one hand (the other one was kneading my crotch so's I didn't wee there and then.) I then stood up and turned towards the upstairs door to go to the loo, and before I could say "I'm weeing", I ACTUALLY WAS.
My dog Samson gave me a funny look as my wee flooded through my knickers and soaked my faded jeans thoroughly. The feeling of my red hot wee running down my legs was absolutely fantastic!
I have wee'd my knickers in public a few times as well. I went to Nottingham to see Tangerine Dream in October 1997 with a few of my friends. I was wearing a white blouse, no bra, (and with the fairly cold British weather in October, my nipples looked like chapel hat-pegs!) and a VERY short skirt. My legs were bare (more fool me, I didn't bargain for the cooooooold weather when the taxi came to pick me up.
By the time we arrived in Nottingham and got out of the taxi, I was dying for a wee, mostly due to the cold weather, and also due to the excitement that we were all feeling, knowing that we will be on the front row to see our favourite band.
We went into the nearest pub, and Siobhan went to the bar. I sat down, and the pressure on my bladder eased slightly. We drank a couple of lagers apiece, and I was just about to get up and find the loo when Laura looked at her watch and said "Come on girls, The support band will be on in 20 minutes!" We all got up and legged it towards the Arena, and I temporarily forgot about needing a wee.
We got inside the Arena, and I was just about to look for the loo, when suddenly, I heard the all too familiar sound of Tangerine Dream. There was no support band, TD were on all night! I totally forgot about wanting to wee, and followed my chums to the front row of the Arena.
After about 30 minutes, I was really desperate to wee. I didn't want to miss any of the gig, so I kept letting little squirts go into my knickers to relieve the pressure on my bladder a bit. (I was wearing light grey knickers, so, as you all can imagine, they were getting darker by the minute).
When the interval finally came, Siobhan said "Let's go for a drink". It was alright for them, they were all wearing jeans - the cold wind didn't get a chance to blow up their skirts and make them want a wee!
I jumped up, trying to look as though there was nothing wrong, and followed Siobhan upstairs to the bar. Half way up the stairs, Siobhan said, "I could do with a wee." "So could I", I muttered as a stream of wee ran down my legs. With Siobhan talking about having a wee, it reminded me of my own need to wee, WITH A VENGEANCE!
By now I didn't care what happened, I ran full pelt up the stairs to find the loo, wee trickling down my legs as I did so. I found the loo straight away, but there was a queue for the cubicles. "Oh no", I said, and Siobhan, Laura, Mandy and Stacey (who had all followed me in) said "What's up Shaz?". I couldn't speak, I just couldn't hold my wee any longer. I stood and weed down my legs, and made a VERY big puddle on the floor.
Stacey, the "hard nut" of our team, saw some older women staring at me, and she shouted, "What's up, haven't you seen anybody piss themselves before? The women in question turned away, and Mandy said, "Are you OK Shaz?" "I'll live", I said, thinking that because I was wearing a mini skirt, when I went back into the auditorium, nobody would notice that I've wee'd my knickers.
To test my theory out, I went into the bar with the rest of the girls. I noticed several young men looking at my legs as I walked in. "They can see!" I said. Mandy retorted "What do you expect, wearing a skirt that shows what you had for breakfast?" "D'you mean that they haven't noticed that I've wee'd my knickers?"
"Course not", Mandy said. "More likely they're thinking about fucking you!"
Mandy always did have a way with words.
We had a couple of drinks, and the rest of the girls went for a wee before the bell rang. I didn't. I had just found something that turned me on, and I intended to do it again. SOON.
I won't tell you in this posting what I did next - I will leave that until my next posting.
By the way, while I was posting this letter, I wee'd my knickers - I couldn't hold my wee any longer! There is a big yellow puddle underneath my chair, and my knickers are SOAKING!
Love,
Sharon.
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