Posted by Terry on September 25, 2000 at 14:07
One night years ago, when I was a graduate student at the University of Illinois, I happened to see two young women come out of one of the bars in the heart of campus, on Wright Street. They both were dressed up a bit, a notch of two above jeans. Probably they'd been involved in some sorority/fraternity function at the bar, which had a strong Greek clientele at the time. One of them, fairly buxom but not at all overweight, was wearing navy blue slacks, slightly flared and cuffed, with a nice blouse and dressy shoes. I caught sight of them as they came around the corner onto Green Street, which is the main drag in Campus Town at the U of I and is very well lighted. With that jolt of disbelief clashing with dead certainty that everyone on this board must have felt at such times, I saw at a glance that the one in blue slacks had wet herself. She had probably peed down her legs while standing in the crowded bar. The dark swaths, nearly black in the navy blue fabric, ran down the inseams of both legs, fanning out where the pee had run out at the cuffs. I figured she'd done it standing up because the seat of her pants wasn't as wet as it would've been if she'd wet herself sitting down. The wetness was all in the crotch and ass and down the legs.
I was on my way to the student union on some errand, I forget what, and I immediately detoured and followed them at a discrete distance until they went into a MacDonalds, where the bright lights made it even clearer that the one young woman had wet her slacks. I couldn't tell from their behavior whether she had told her friend about it yet. They both were acting nonchalant. But one glance would have told her friend what the situation was, and everyone in the restaurant who caught even a glimpse of her must have known what had happened. My "take" on it was that she had lost it while standing in a dense crowd in the bar, where no one could see it happening, and now she had to brave it out because she couldn't bow out and go home without attracting attention. Eventually, maybe when they sat down to eat, her friend must have seen she was wet, and I would love to have overheard that conversation. But I couldn't hang around without acting suspicious. Suppressing my fascination, I left them to their own evening and went about my business with my pulse a little higher than usual.
She was neither the first nor the last person I've seen in wet pants around bars and parties, and I've wet my own on numerous occasions. The thing that has made this incident stand out in my memory, I think, is the "dressiness" of the slacks. If it had just been another pair of wet jeans, I would've been equally interested at the time but would have filed the sighting away among others and not replayed it as often as I have. What fascinated me especially was the vicarious pleasure of imagining her pissing down her legs in those navy blue, fairly heavy slacks, something of a gabardine fabric and similar to some trousers I've worn over the years. Although I've occasionally wet suit pants and other dress trousers, most of my wettings have been in jeans and the like, as have most that I've witnessed. Evidently there's a special kick in knowing that someone has wet herself or himself in dressier apparel. Maybe it's because I assume few people would delierately wet their better, more expensive clothes, even if they love wetting in general, so it follows that the person in wet dress slacks or trousers did not set out to piss them and must have held off as long as possible. Either it was a genuine accident, rare as those are, or it was a case where the person held off and helf off, realized the situation was hopeless, and finally gave up, letting it flow and enjoying the unplanned self-indulgence.
My point in starting this posting, which has grown rather long, was to ask whether others on this board have any personal anecdotes or sightings to share about "accidents" in dress clothes. I know one guy, for instance, who totally soaked a busines suit on a commuter flight once, and one time at a wedding reception that took place in a sunken garden setting and went on well after dark, I reached a point where I had to pee pretty bad but thought it inconvenient to go indoors. So I spread my legs slightly and let go, peeing down the legs of my tux trousers and letting it run out in the grass. Any similar experiences out there?
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