Posted by Havelock on September 26, 2000 at 14:18
In Reply to: Wetting "Dressy" Apparel posted by Terry on September 25, 2000 at 14:07
Hey, Terry-thanks for the very erotic story. I agree that much of the interest in wetting "dressy" clothes for us accident lovers is that there is a delightful contrast-someone taking the time to dress their best and then getting caught up in the shameful experience of involuntarily
peeing in their pants. One of the greatest experiences in my life was seeing a young "yuppie" woman on a bus ride who wound up peeing a tremendous stream into a full dress suit and skirt with cream-colored pantyhose on, as well as expensive shoes. I noticed this young lady squirming and wriggling in her seat as she sat across the aisle from me-she was dressed "power-lunch" style. It took me a while to realize that she had to pee, because she just didn't seem like the type to be desperate in public! But she was frantic, and grew increasingly desperate as the bus drove along. This woman was small, slim, and very pretty, with long dark brown curly hair.She kept shifting from one buttock to the other, bouncing up and down in her seat, jiggling her feet, and twirling a lock of her hair with her fingers as if to try to take her mind off her urgent desire to pee.
I wondered why she didn't get off the bus and try to find a restroom at a restaurant or something, but it was pitch dark outside, cold, and she probably didn't know the area. She had to pee worse with each passing moment-I watched her discreetly as I pretended to read my newspaper. Her frantic wriggling and bouncing became almost comical, yet none of the other passengers seemed to notice her plight. Several times she poised her hand to thrust into her crotch, but she pulled it away each time. She jiggled her feet constantly, as if she were stamping on invisible ants!
Finally, she seemed completely unable to sit still
and stood up in the aisle right next to me, holding on to the handrails and trying to discreetly move from one foot to the other. Through all this, she had a panicky and yet determined look on her face, as if she were thinking "I've got to hold it...I've got to hold it!" One moment she would have a look of despair and panic on her face, then she would seem to fight back against her bladder's urgency and a look of steely determination would show on her pretty features.
By now about twenty minutes had passed, and it became apparent to me that she was going to stay on the bus until it got to its ultimate destination, a mall on the south side of town. Of course I resolved to stay on and watch her, even though I had long since passed my stop. As the bus
approached the mall, it unexpectedly stopped at a layover and parked. The young lady appeared bewildered by this and, unable to stand still any longer, began to pace around the front of the bus
which had very few passengers left on it. She had
a look of sheer panic on her face now.
Suddenly, she went up to the front door of the bus and quickly got off. I followed and began walking a discreet distance behind her. We were in a nearly deserted, dark parking lot quite a distance from the mall, towards which she was slowly walking. She abruptly stopped, looked back towards the bus, then started walking again. I was stunned to see a trail of drops behind her as she walked.
Suddenly, she stopped walking again, bent forward at 45 degree angle, and frantically hiked up her skirt. An enormous, thick stream of pee spouted straight back, also at a 45 degree angle (so that it was parallel with the ground) and splattered on the pavement behind her. I could clearly see it gushing through her white panties and sheer cream-colored pantyhose. I was amazed at the incredible force and distance of the stream, and also remember how it glistened in the light of several nearby streetlamps. I was only about 10 feet away from her and had a perfect view. As she peed, she
stumbled backward and wound up sitting in some grass that bordered the parking lot, and finished her desperate pee in a sitting position on the grass.
I almost couldn't believe what I'd just seen-especially the way she had bent forward and pissed
straight backward (through panties and pantyhose!)
like that. She now was sitting there in the grass right where she'd finished her pee, rummaging through her purse with a dazed, blank look on her face. Absorbed in her predicament, she seemed unaware of my presence-I came over to her and asked if she needed help.
"Oh, no, I'm OK...I'm fine, I'm going to meet my mom and some friends at the mall", she said, making no references to her accident. She continued to sit in the piss-wet grass, rummaging around in her purse, and an awkward silence arose between us. She realized I had seen her wet her pants, and she was obviously in a state of shock over what had happened. I said "Well, have a good evening", and slowly walked away, while glancing back at her as I went. She quietly got to her feet and began walking towards the mall. Her dark blue skirt was saturated, as were her pantyhose and shoes. I felt intensely sorry for her as I watched her walk away-she looked so wet, defeated, and ashamed. She had fought so hard to hold it, only to lose the battle. Needless to say, this was one of the most erotic incidents I've ever witnessed!
One thing I found out this week at the
restrooms.org website-the woman who runs the site says that different women have slightly different placements of their urethras, so that some women can pee backwards (as I saw with this young lady) and some can pee forwards. Any gals out there who can shed more light on this?