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Wet Stories
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I managed to get a ticket to an open-air concert some distance from where I live. On the day of the show I dressed in a tight crop top and jeans (no underwear) and caught a bus to the event. Due to the amount of traffic it took quite a long time to get there and I was afraid that I might be late. We arrived just in time for the start, and because I wanted to be in a good position I didn't bother to go to the toilet.
It was a wonderful concert, but by half time I was needing a pee. I managed to find a toilet, but there was an enormous queue which didn't seem to be moving. Before I reached the toilet the second half was about to start, I didn't want to miss any of it so I abandoned the idea of peeing and quickly went back to watch, hoping that I could hang on to the end, however before too long I was really bursting. I tried desperately to hang on. I succeeded for a while but suddenly I sneezed and a spurt of pee escaped, soaking into my jeans. By tightly pressing my hand to my pussy I managed to control it, but not for long. Another spurt escaped, but this time I could not stop and totally emptied my bladder. I was absolutely soaked. Luckily by the time the concert ended it was dark so no one could see my soaking jeans and I was able to catch the bus home.
Three weeks later I managed to get another ticket, but I was determined not to have this trouble again. This time I wore a short leather mini skirt with no panties beneath. Even if I pissed myself it would not show. I also wore open sandals.
Half way through the show I was bursting to pee again, but this time I just let go and wet myself. I found that if I kept my legs close together it would run down them and not make a noise. It would just drain out of my sandals onto the grass. Just before the show was over I wet myself again. Now I wouldn't need to bother before catching the bus.
I have now taken this to a fine art. I have built up a collection of leather and PVC mini skirts which I wear all the time. I never wear panties. To date I have wet myself in all kinds of places including town centres, supermarkets, trains and busses. I have even done it in church at a wedding and no one even noticed.
It was a wonderful concert, but by half time I was needing a pee. I managed to find a toilet, but there was an enormous queue which didn't seem to be moving. Before I reached the toilet the second half was about to start, I didn't want to miss any of it so I abandoned the idea of peeing and quickly went back to watch, hoping that I could hang on to the end, however before too long I was really bursting. I tried desperately to hang on. I succeeded for a while but suddenly I sneezed and a spurt of pee escaped, soaking into my jeans. By tightly pressing my hand to my pussy I managed to control it, but not for long. Another spurt escaped, but this time I could not stop and totally emptied my bladder. I was absolutely soaked. Luckily by the time the concert ended it was dark so no one could see my soaking jeans and I was able to catch the bus home.
Three weeks later I managed to get another ticket, but I was determined not to have this trouble again. This time I wore a short leather mini skirt with no panties beneath. Even if I pissed myself it would not show. I also wore open sandals.
Half way through the show I was bursting to pee again, but this time I just let go and wet myself. I found that if I kept my legs close together it would run down them and not make a noise. It would just drain out of my sandals onto the grass. Just before the show was over I wet myself again. Now I wouldn't need to bother before catching the bus.
I have now taken this to a fine art. I have built up a collection of leather and PVC mini skirts which I wear all the time. I never wear panties. To date I have wet myself in all kinds of places including town centres, supermarkets, trains and busses. I have even done it in church at a wedding and no one even noticed.
