Posted by Weasel on September 18, 2000 at 16:33
About a year ago, I posted a few stories about my ex-girlfriend Rose. For some reason, I added a bit of fiction. But I have noticed that most of you Wet Set regulars prefer truth to fantasy, so I now present this tale as a piece of totally unvarnished truth, exactly the way it was told to me by Rose. Although I was not actually present at this incident, I have watched her wet her pants close to a hundred times and I am convinced that her story is one hundred per cent true. It concerns her very first time.
It happened in New York City in the winter of 1978-79, when Rose was twenty-five years old. Just a few years earlier, she had become quite successful at a young age and had her own tee-shirt company. But after separating from her first husband she developed a major drug and alcohol problem, lost the business, and ended up living with friends in a shabby apartment in Manhattan, collecting food stamps and dealing coke. She and her husband had been totally addicted to kink - threesomes, bondage and discipline, etc. They had even fooled around with golden showers, though there was no panty-wetting involved. Now that Rose was out on her own, she was always eager for kink. She was quite raunchy, and typically described herself as a slut. She did not use that word in a self-deprecating way - she was proud to be what she was.
Her friend Lisa had a boyfriend named Rodney, and Rodney had a buddy who was extremely shy and almost never got laid, so they set him up with Rose. The four of them went to a club together (not a disco; Rose hated disco).
I know you guys like to hear the details, so I will say that Rose was not exactly beautiful - her nose was a bit too sharp and her eyes a bit too droopy for classical beauty, but she was very striking and intense. She was Italian, with long black hair almost to her waist, and fairly dark skin. She was small-breasted and rather trim, but she had a huge butt, like Jennifer Lopez. She doesn't remember what she was wearing on top that night, but she believes it must have been a sweater, since it was winter. She had on a fairly short denim skirt, and despite the cold she was bare-legged. She was wearing cowboy boots. And since all the guys will want to know, I know for a fact that she was wearing white, full-brief nylon panties, because that was what she always wore.
They all got drunk, and Rose was in the bathroom snorting coke, too, so she was completely wasted by the time they left. They started walking back to Rodney and Lisa's place - a fifteen-minute walk through Manhattan. Actually, they were staggering rather than walking.
For some reason, the city workers had left a big pile of snow in the street. They could have walked around it, but they were drunk and acting like kids, so they attempted to climb over it. Being as loaded as they were, this seemed insanely funny to them, and they all burst into uncontrollable laughter. Rose was so drunk and stoned that she had actually been unaware of the fact that she had to pee, and was surprised to feel a warm squirt burst forth into her panties as she laughed.
Now of course anyone's natural reaction would be to press her legs together and clench the old sphincter muscle as tightly as possible, but that's not what happened. Rose claims it was as if some wild part of her soul just seized her and compelled her to let go. Her mind blanked out and her body took over. Her defenses surrendered on the spot and she started to gush as freely as a baby. She felt the warm liquid jets of pee surging through her white nylon panties. She couldn't believe she was doing it. She made absolutely no effort to stop herself or exercise any control - instead, she actually parted her legs and splayed her feet so as to avoid soaking her expensive cowboy boots. She stood there and peed like an old skid-row drunk, long and copiously and without any shame, forming a steaming yellow hole in the snow. The other three watched her, fascinated. Rose was too drunk to remember whether there were other people on the streets who observed her, but she suspects that there must have been, for the streets of New York are almost never really deserted.
She continued until she was completely done and her bladder was empty. Lisa said: "You're way too drunk! We'd better get you home."
"Why? Just because I did it in my pants? Who cares?"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine. Let's party."
So Rose walked through the streets of Manhattan with pissy underpants, and could not have cared less. When they arrived at Rodney and Lisa's apartment, Lisa said: "Look, you can borrow some dry clothes from me."
"Hey, it doesn't really bother me at all. I'm fine."
Now it should be said that Lisa was nearly as kinky and perverse as Rose herself, and she had already realized that Rodney had a tremendous hard-on about what Rose had done. Of course she wanted to get his attention back on her, so like a wise girl she dragged him into the bedroom where he fucked her brains out.
That left Rose with her date in the front room. She chose an old kitchen chair with a plastic seat cover - one she couldn't ruin. She sat down. Her date stared at her in a funny way, and asked: "You're not going to change your pants?"
Rose didn't answer, but kept on making small talk while the guy just stared at her. Eventually he excused himself and left. Apparently he wasn't turned on by her kinky antics.
Rose sat there in her wet panties listening to Rodney and Lisa make love in the next room. Finally Rodney emerged and offered Rose a ride home. As she stood up, it became apparent that sitting on that chair had created a wet patch on the back of her denim dress. Rose remembers that Rodney couldn't take his eyes off her big glorious butt with its nasty wet spot. It was a good thing he had already shot his wad in Lisa. Otherwise he probably would have ended up attacking his girlfriend's best pal as he drove her home.
Now, to conclude, I once asked Rose how she actually FELT about the incident, since it was her first time. Those of you who prefer desperation, humiliation, and embarrassment may not find her comments very sexy, but some of you will get a nice boner from what she said:
"I wasn't the least bit ashamed of myself. It was actually kind of an exhibitionistic thrill. And the reason I didn't borrow any of Lisa's dry clothes? Quite frankly, I was just too lazy to bother."
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