Posted by Eve on December 14, 1998 at 22:49
I wanted to thank you again for voting for my story during
November (my previous name was PL's woman)! I know I really owe you
another story but this one is more humiliating (sure that's why you'll love
it more!) than my train story, so I've delayed posting it because it
reminds me very much of my shame while it happened. It's true, which you could
verify by watching how much I'm blushing while writing it :)
Case you've forgotten, I'm about 5'2", maybe 105, brown shoulder-length
hair, brown eyes, and not too badly built (so Tim says). I love wearing
expensive clothes and dress up just about whenever I can.
We went skiing in the Northeast U.S. last winter, to one of the resorts
that's not too big but has some challenging runs. It had just snowed the
night before and Tim and I wanted to make "first tracks" on some of the
trails so we got up real early, gobbled down a quick breakfast, and headed
for the lifts so we could be first in line. I had a lot of OJ to drink cause
skiing dehydrates you fast. They seemed to have some problems getting one of
the higher double-chair lifts to run properly, so we were waiting about
halfway up the mountain (end of the first lift) for the ride up to the top.
Well, it took about 20 minutes for them to fix it and then we started to ride
up.
Right after we got on the lift I could feel my bladder had filled up
with OJ and water and was feeling full, but thought that I could easily hold it
until we skied down and I could go at the lodge. The cranky lift, though, had other
plans and we only passed two pylons going up when the lift stopped, swaying
in the rather stiff morning breeze. I hate when it jerks to a stop, but that
usually means someone had trouble getting on and it would quickly start again.
Not this time.
We looked around and there were several people around the winch and
it didn't appear as if anyone was doing anything except talking, while we sat
about 30 ft off the ground in the chair lift. I started to panic, as my bladder
began to feel very full and my ski pants seemed to press into it and make it feel
worse. I had on a pink jacket and tight white stretch pants and white ski boots
and I had my usual white silk bikini panties under that. I told Tim I needed to
go badly and he just shrugged and told me that I'd have to hold it until the
lift was fixed.
I pressed my gloves between my legs to ease the pressure which helped
a lot. We started to get pretty cold swaying in the wind and that didn't help
me either. Tim put his arm around me and we huddled for warmth.
One of the ski crew used a bullhorn to announce that it should only be
another 10-15 minutes to fix and not to worry. I had my gloves pressed solidly
between my legs and started moaning and fidgeting somewhat--as much as you can
when you're trapped in a chair lift. I crossed and uncrossed my legs and pressed
my thighs together so hard but the cold and swaying made it worse, not better.
I'd never needed to pee that badly before and be stuck somewhere where you couldn't
do it without wetting yourself terribly. I started to cry a little in frustration.
My bladder ached so much and it seemed as if I could feel it get even fuller as
I thought about it.
Tim told me then that if I had to go then I should just pee my panties
which would be better than the aching pain. Well, if I did wet, my panties and
white slacks were going to show everything I did, and I started getting mad at
him (unreasonably) which made me cry a little more. My thighs were squeezing
each other and my right hand was pressed hard against my crotch, but I was
holding it, though it really ached terribly to do so.
Then the lift started with a jerk. I couldn't prepare for that and
it took me by surprise. I immediately squirted one long squirt right into my
panties before I could stop myself. Tim and I both looked down between my legs
as my yellow OJ pee showed clearly through the white slacks in a spreading
circle of wetness. I could feel that the crotch of my panties were warm and
wet against me and I clamped my thighs together as hard as I could.
But the lift went about 10 ft and jerked to a stop again. This time I
felt a definite few drops escape from my urethra, and I couldn't seem to
stop them. A few more drops, then a small trickle right into my panties. I
cried harder and Tim hugged me to him but I started to wet my panties and my slacks,
uncontrollably. My pee jetted out into my panties so fast that a big yellow circle
showed almost instantly between my legs as I could feel my crotch and butt getting
soaking wet. I really cried hard but just couldn't stop it. My panties wicked
up the wetness to my clit and Tim holding me made me feel so ashamed and humiliated
while exciting me too. I felt the pee drench my panties under my butt too and I
think I blushed as red as I ever have, wetting my panties and slacks in public
while my lover held me in his arms. It was cold enough that some steam rose
from between my legs as the hot pee hit the cold air.
I cried and cried. It was only a few seconds before I regained control, but
my whole crotch and butt were soaking and a huge stain was between my legs
and down to my knees. Tim tried to touch me there but I knocked his hand away as
I was too embarrassed to want my pee-soaked clothes to be touched. I still
had a lot left in my bladder which made me feel worse. The wind made me feel so
cold between my legs and where I had wet my pants that I thought it would freeze.
I stopped crying and tried to cover myself but couldn't in the chair lift.
Then the lift started again and it appeared to work this time so up we
went. The cold between my legs and the already soaked clothes made me want to
completely relieve myself as the ache was till there. Then the swaying of the
lift and the bump as it passed the pylons made me realize that I wouldn't
even make it to the top. I tried so very hard to hold it in, but I felt it
overwhelm me again and then a trickle started into my cold panties warming them
up. I felt my face turn so red as my bladder just let go completely into
my panties and slacks.
I looked at Tim and he held me as I started crying again while I wet
myself. I peed and peed, sometimes looking down between my legs watching the
wetness flow out of my crotch through the pants and down my legs and off the end of
the chair to the snow below. This was probably the most humiliated I've ever
been, wetting my panties and pants like a little school girl who can't control
herself. The pee wicked up my rear between my cheeks too as well as soaking
everything between my legs. My slacks were completely drenched to my knees
and below, and about halfway up my waist. I peed so much that when it slowed
down I felt so ashamed that I just squirted everything I had in me into my panties
so I was completely empty-this seems strange now but I think that was part of
losing control.
When we got to the top of the lift, I got off and went to a corner
of the trail and took off my skis and sat down and cried. The only thing I
could think of was that anyone looking at me would know instantly I'd peed my
panties. Tim came over and held me and talked to me and said why don't we
ski down right away and change my clothes, and I should just ignore anyone who
looked at me. This seemed to make sense so we did that. Since there weren't
many skiers on these trails yet, I made it to the lodge before people got a
good look at me. I remember one young guy who couldn't take his eyes from my
crotch. I took off my skis at the lodge and started crying again and
ran up to our room as fast as I could, crying all the time.
Tim came into the room right behind me and took me in his arms as
I cried myself out. I had never done this before. In the room I could smell how
much I had peed myself. Tim kissed me and stroked my hair and took off my ski
jacket and boots and calmed me down. I was so ashamed because I knew he could
smell how much I had peed and see how soaked I was. But I sat in a chair and
let him take off my socks, which were wet too. He kissed me again, our tongues
mixing it up, and I let him kneel down and touch my wet pants between my legs and
around to my rear and then he unzipped them and stripped them off me. I looked down
and saw my panties were soaked almost to my waist. Tim put his hand into my
panties then and touched my wet crotch and everything else between my legs.
And that's all I'm telling.
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