Posted by aquavite on October 28, 2000 at 17:00
Joanne's Two Major Accidents, of a New Kind
(Continuing the Joanne Chronicles….See archives, this archive and patches' Place.)
I went for a long walk with Joanne yesterday. She had on very tight gray pants and a great, also tight, red pullover which showed her breasts wonderfully. Too bad it was getting cool and she also had a jacket, which she put on shortly after we began to walk. Until then I noticed the faint outline of her panties through her pants. We walked and talked for about half an hour before she began to describe what happened, but as we began to talk she was telling me of a really, really boring and tedious meeting she was at the day before, saying that when it was scheduled to be over she decided to leave. I said, "You had to pee?"
"No," she replied, "actually not at all, it was just an awful meeting and I wanted to go home. But I will tell you about two really big accidents later."
I immediately felt myself getting excited at the prospect, and was only disappointed in that I didn't see Joanne wet her pants, but only got some very, very detailed descriptions and reflections on her accidents. Before she described the accident she mentioned that she had seen Holy Cow (is that the right title?), and there was a peeing scene, so I should be sure to see the movie.. Ah, nothing like a film referral to put one in the mood.
The week of October 23.
Joanne said that both these accidents were very new to her. "New?," I asked, "How new given the endless accidents you've had since you were seven?"
"No, really, this one and the other were really weird, really strange in a number of ways."
"Well, what happened?"
"Ok, I was between my usual endless meetings and presentations. I had to pee, but absolutely nothing urgent at all. I was wearing a loose skirt, a little above my knees, quite modest really, shoes. It was warm on Tuesday, so no hose or anything. I walked into the women's room nearby, and really, as I walked down the hall I was totally far from desperate, I just figured I should pee before I had to sit through a meeting. Preventive action and all. Anyway, literally as I walked into the women's room, just in the door, and not being at all aware of an urgency, I felt this flood in my panties, running down my legs…God, I didn't know at first what was going on. It was really weird, no warning, and all this warm pee flooding my legs and shoes, and even leaving a small puddle on the floor and then a trail as I walked. Well, at that point I ran right into the first stall, pulling up my skirt and my soaking panties down…I managed to slow the flow by this point, and finished peeing in the toilet. "
"What was so strange was no warning, no feeling like I had to go, no nothing….just a sudden warm flood. I was soaked. Thank god I had a skirt on. Anyway, I had to take off my shoes and with a damp towel wash them, and washed my legs, and damp dried my panties as best I could, but didn't want to be without panties, so I kept them on. I then got the pee off the floor…I was worried about someone walking in, but they didn't. I was lucky."
"Wow, I can't believe that," I almost stammered, feeling my erection push against my pants as we walked. "No warning and you just flooded, not dribbled and spurted?"
"Yes, that's what was so totally new…Anyway, the same sort of thing happened two days later, on Thursday, except at home. I was driving home, and had to pee, but again absolutely nothing urgent, I wasn't holding myself or squirming or anything. I got out of the car, and actually got my bag, and was walking toward the door, you know from inside the garage. And then, again, no warning. I felt myself begin to wet my pants. I was wearing pants this time. I dropped my bag, left the door open, and as I walked, almost ran...but not too fast I didn't want to trip or anything…unbuttoning and then unzipping my pants….god, I was totally soaking them, completely, again I felt pee just pouring from me, my panties didn't quite get down with my pants, I was in such a hurry, and by the time I got to the door of the bathroom I had my pants almost around my knees (of course I realized I had a hard time walking that way…hey, I was panicked), and was peeing right through my panties, all over my legs and onto my pants. You would have loved it…I was totally out of control…this time I couldn't even slow myself down….and completely wetting my panties, which were on, and my legs, pants, socks and shoes…again. It was absurd. Obviously I had to put my pants and panties in the washer. Even my socks and had to rinse my shoes. [My husband…she said his name] asked why I walked in the bedroom naked from the waist down. I had to tell him what happened…it funny, I only tell him if he would otherwise know, like then. I didn't tell him about wetting myself at work. I tell you everything…He said, 'Joanne, again, you wet your pants, what will we do with you?" Apparently the subject was dropped as she got a dry pair of panties and pants.
I was silent for a few seconds, amazed since Joanne had never described this type of accident. She had no idea why she had these two, but knew I would love the description. I asked what color panties she had on both times and what color pants. White pants and both times her usually lovely white cotton panties (European) with lace in the front, and one had some lace on the legs. I felt myself getting harder.…
I asked her how she felt each time since there was no warning, no urgency…just a flood as she got near each toilet.
"Well, you'll be interested. To my surprise the accident at work, in the women's room, actually felt not bad, maybe even good. I was so taken by surprise since I didn't feel the usual signs, that I realized there was all this warmth flooding down me. Since it didn't get my skirt at all wet, it was only later I was concerned about someone seeing me. When my panties were wet at first, that was OK, it felt nice, they were warm. By the way, you would have liked it a lot, they were quite see through. I was glad they weren't wet on my butt since they might have gotten my skirt wet, but they didn't get wet there at all. I wasn't real happy about wearing them for the next hours all wet, but it wasn't as bad as I thought, I'm not sure why."
"When I wet my pants at home it wasn't so great; I know that's weird since only my husband was home, but I don't like wetting my pants; its really messy, and it didn't feel as good at all. So it was weird, the one in the women's room was actually quite sensual since I only wet my panties (and legs and shoes I guess!), but it felt good."
"Joanne, someday I really want to see you wet your panties, if not your pants…." My wish trailed off into her knowing smile, but I knew that unless it was an accident, she wouldn't wet her panties or pants on purpose for me.
We talked a little more about these two accidents which perplexed her, and she promised to tell me about anymore than might happen.
The stuff of dreams, masturbatory fantasy, and one can only hope, Joanne's continued reality for next week. We'll see.
aquavite