Mostly I wear a skirt and if I have an accident big enough to wet through my panties nobody knows unless I am sitting down cause it will then soak all the way through. It's embarrassing when I do and it's twice as bad if I wet myself riding or when taking out some of the people learning to ride at our stables and I pee in my jodphurs because it shows that they're wet, even if it's nice thinking about it afterwards!

Well anyway last year I went down to London a lot on a working party to do with animals, and I treated myself to a nice grey flannel suit, it is really smart. But on one trip the train was late, and we had to get a taxi and drive to the place where it was, and we were still late, and had to rush in full of apologies. They gave us a cup of tea and we got on with the work. I was silly, I should have asked to go to the ladies when we got in, but there were men there as well as women and I was a bit shy about it, and I didn't really need to go too badly, so I put it to the back of my mind.. I must have forgotten myself completely because after about half an hour I was suddenly aware of a familiar feeling down there. I quickly pushed my hand between my legs (we were all sitting round a square of tables) and held myself to stop weeing, but to my horror I found my trousers were a bit wet. I had on my usual winter things that I wear under my skirt, warm panties and tights, and my long panty girdle and pantalettes with my vest tucked in, and I must have wet myself enough to go through it all. The bigger problem was I was still bursting, and now urgently aware of it.

I had two more accidents, one abut the same as the first, even with my hand between my legs trying to hold it in. I could feel it spreading through my panties and when I felt under myself I realised I had wet the seat as well. The woman next to me that I had come with looked at me holding myself and saw the wet on my trousers. She whispered "Do you want to go out?" I shook my head no. We went on a bit longer, and I crossed my legs at the ankles and squeezed my legs together and tried to hold on but soon a lot more wee came out and I could feel it running down my legs. Somebody opposite saw and nudged her neighbour and they stared and grinned.

I was so miserable and ashamed and I knew I was so wet, that I didn't dare get up and run out. What happened next wasn't really an accident. I hung on for about quarter of an hour, wet and unhappy, and getting that "got to do a wee" message every couple of minutes. Then it got so bad I just gave up and let go. I had already disgraced myself so it wasn't going to make any difference. The front of my trousers were soaked and so was my bottom, and the worst was it ran down onto the carpet in front of the table and everybody saw. The relief and the warm wet feeling was marvellous but the embarrassment was awful! The person chairing the meeting said "I think it's time we had a break" and everybody got up. People gathered round me and asked was I ill and stared at my wet trousers but the two ladies opposite were very kind. "Happen's all the time in the riding business!" one of them said, and "Don't we just know" said the other, and they laughed. They said they had stayed overnight and one of them had extra briefs and thick woollen tights and a skirt for me so I took them to the ladies and changed.

Somebody came and mopped up the seat and the carpet and nothing more was said, but it must have got round because every since when I arrive anywhere somebody says "Do you want to use the ladies?" The kindness and sympathy was one of the nicest parts of it. Have other people who have wet their pants like this found that people who saw were kind or did they make a big fuss? I have experienced both.