Posted by Weasel on September 25, 2000 at 15:15
In Reply to: Wetting "Dressy" Apparel posted by Terry on September 25, 2000 at 14:07
Depends on what you mean by "dressy" apparel, so I hope this qualifies. Anyway, it was a damn great sighting.
Last year on the Fourth of July I pulled over to a roadside rest stop in southern California to piss. I saw a girl get out of her car and head for the bathroom. She was apparently Latina, about thirty, and she was moving very quickly. But as she flashed past me and I studied her from the rear, I couldn't help feeling excited about the way she was dressed.
She was wearing a white blouse, white pants, and black high heels. She was also wearing white high-cut bikini panties of see-through lace - a fact which was quite obvious because her white dress pants were so sheer as to be perfectly transparent.
Personally, I've never met a woman who doesn't look at herself in the mirror before she walks out into the public eye - especially if she's dressed for a party in a fancy blouse and high heels. If I could see her underwear perfectly clearly from twenty feet away, then she must have seen it even more clearly when she looked in the mirror that day. The only logical conclusion was that the lady was an exhibitionist who likes to display her panties to the world.
I sat down on a bench and waited for her to emerge from the bathroom.I waited a long time. What was wrong? Had she headed for the bathroom with such speed because she was ill?
At last she reappeared. She was walking even faster than before, almost trotting. She had her eyes to the ground, avoiding all contact. I was surprised to note that I could see her bush through the crotch of her oh-so-visible panties.
And that was because the crotch of her pants was soaking wet....
A closer look revealed that the insides of both her thighs were likewise soaked, from her crotch all the way down to her knees.
Thoughts raced through my mind. Had she spilled a bottle of water in her lap while driving? Then the stain should be in front instead of on the inside of her thighs. Had she turned on the water faucet in the bathroom and gotten sprayed in an embarrassing spot? I could not imagine an angle which would have created the present situation.Or had she been dashing for the bathroom because she had to pee, and then not quite made it in time?
My heart began to pound as I realized this was indeed the most logical answer.
As she stormed into her car, I saw a young man sitting in the passenger seat. He was grinning from ear to ear. She backed up and pulled out of there with sudden, jerky movements, though whether from anger, embarrassment, or excitement was impossible to say.