Below is a story extract of one of our contributions
included in one of our retro magazines called 'Knicker Wetting Stories'. There's a
link at the end if you wish to buy 'Knicker Wetting Stories'.
She thinks to herself, also as usual, "why didn't I go
pee when I dropped X off?" and as usual, she
doesn't have a good answer.
But she really has to pee badly. She's wearing a skirt (blue?), pretty
short and
white cotton panties with a lace panel on the front. The ten minute drive seems
to take
longer since she has to go so badly and seemingly so suddenly. By the
time she gets to the parking
structure she's dying to piss, although she hasn't (yet)
dribbled at all. But she’s desperate to pee.
But once out of the car she can't really control herself any longer. She has to walk down the stairs, across a yard, up a ramp, through a longish hallway before she gets to even the first bathroom. The walk takes perhaps 2 minutes, but standing up for her is harder to control herself than sitting.
On the stairs she feels the first sign of loosing control and she stops and contracts her muscles, but as always in doing this she releases a small spurt of pee. This happens also at the foot of the stairs. As she walks she’s really afraid she won't be able to control herself and have a massive accident, but she avoids it. While walking she is only able to control herself by contracting her muscles, but each time she releases a little more warm pee into her panties. By the time she reaches the building she is walking more slowly since she's trying to push her legs together to keep from wetting her panties completely, but this slows her down.
Each time she tries to hold back what feels like a dangerous flood, she slows down even more. Once inside the building she once more contracts her muscles and this time feels her pee begin to run down the insides of her thighs. It feels warm, but she's panicking that she will leave a trail of wetness for all to see. She doesn't but is still afraid of totally losing control and having a major accident in the hallway before she gets to the toilet. Finally after two more spurts through her panties she makes it to the toilet, but by now her panties are totally saturated with warm pee and the insides of her legs are wet almost to her knees. She dashes to the toilet stall, pulling her wet panties down as she sits down and finally releases her pent up pee. Her panties are just above her knees, their crotch spread out and still almost dripping. Joanne looks at them, the yellow of her pee discolouring the pure white cotton. She rubs at them with toilet paper, absorbing some of the pee, but leaving them still soaking.
She says she thinks of me and how turned on I would be if watching her. She pulls up her wet panties, feeling their now cold wetness against her, thinking about how
this happens so much to her. "Why can't I learn to go and pee even when it’s not urgent?" she asks herself. She feels her wet panties against her as she walks down the hallway, thinking of how she once spoke at a meeting with soaking panties on. She had doubled checked her skirt to make sure it wasn't wet. By the time she gets home her panties have dried, but it’s clear form the large yellow stain that (P6 she had had an accident.
[Note: At her house a few times in her bathroom I did indeed see that many of her panties had been peed in.]
Having finished shopping at Wall Mart with her son X, they are wheeling out their things. Getting close to the car she realizes, as usual, she has to pee urgently. All of a sudden she can't wait much longer. As she begins to puts her things in the back of her car she feels the first little spurt soak into her white cotton panties. She tries to keep her legs tightly closed, holding on, trying to stay in control, but quickly feels another warm spurt.
She's thinking what to do. She decides she can't leave X alone in the car and hasn't yet unloaded her bags. Another uncontrollable dribble begins to soak her blue jeans. She's almost panicked. She has on a long, oversized sweater which goes down her thighs, but she feel desperate. X is standing next to her. She says, "X, hurry, I've got to put these bags in the car, I'm peeing in my pants. Oh, I can't control it..." as another spurt this time soaks the insides of her lovely thighs. She still hasn't finished loading the car and is by now, having one spurt almost run as it were, into the next. She's still controlling it enough that she's not really peeing a
steady stream, but she can feel the insides of her jeans getting wetter and wetter. She wonders if she's peeing right on the ground. "Oh, X, I'm so embarrassed...", as she glances furtively around to see if other people might be looking at her. She feels herself turning red with embarrassment.
"Mom, can't you stop? I can't see anything wet, are you still wetting?" asks X, all the while looking at his mother's covered crotch and legs. Joanne is still wetting herself bit by bit as she finishes putting in the bags and slams the door. "X, come with me, we have to go back to the store so I can use the bathroom. Quick, oh no, I still can't hold it in..." as a final, but large spurt soaks her jeans, Joanne feels the warm pee soaking slowly up the lower part of her ass and slowly creep down to soak her jean's legs. While her sweater covers her wet jeans, she doesn't dare look or feel exactly how wet she is. She doesn't know that no one can see her wet pants. Holding X’s hand, she walks quickly, now barely in control, to the store.
She's in such a hurry, thinking that any moment she'll begin peeing again, or worse, totally flooding her jeans with everybody watching. She says to the guard at the door checking membership cards, "I was just in, remember me?" The guard looks blank. "I have to get one more thing and I really have to use the toilet desperately. I was just in." The guard smiles and lets them go in. Joanne is sure everybody can see her wet pants and feels more and more flushed.
She gets to the bathroom leaving X just outside and runs in just as another large spurt escapes. She pulls her wet jeans and soaking, dripping white cotton ......
Excerpt from Knicker Wetting Stories (WC1) by Aquavite
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