Posted by Nik on January 13, 1999 at 20:35
About eight years ago, when I was stationed in Germany, I was priveleged to witness a female friend of mine use her barstool as a toilet, twice. The story goes as follows.
My friend Cindy and I were sitting beside each other at a bar in Munich. There were also a few of our friends at the bar. The bartender was also our friend.
One of Cindy's habits, which she is rather adamant about, is not getting up to use the bathroom until she is on her fourth beer. On this particular day, she proved just how adamant she really was.
Cindy and I have both been drinking for a little more than an hour. She had just ordered her third beer, and was already acting like she needed to pee. By the time she was half way through her third beer, she was really acting desperate. She said that she really had to pee, but was not going to go to the bathroom until she had finished that beer.
At that point, me and a couple of my friends decided to see if she really meant what she said. We starting telling her jokes and making her laugh. She was doing pretty good at keeping control, and not letting herself laugh too much. She knew what we were trying to do, but refused to give in.
When Cindy had just a few swallows left of her beer, the bartender told a real funny joke. Cindy laughed a little harder than usual. Then she suddenly stopped laughing, at looked down at her crotch with a slight look of disbelief.
At that point she said to me (or at least she intended it just for me, but said it a bit louder than she intended to) that she had just squirted in her pants, and was about to totally lose it. There was no way she was going to make it off of the barstool, let alone to the bathroom.
She was a real good sport about it, though. She said, "oh well, I guess I'm going to piss in my pants. If I can't stop it, I might as well not even try." And so she just relaxed and let it go.
And boy did she let it go. Within about five seconds, the inside of her thighs were thoroughly soaked, and the wetness was spreading fast. Then the pee started to puddle on the barstool between her slightly spread legs, and enventually started to cascade off of the barstool onto the floor. It was almost like Niagra Falls. As the inside of her thighs, along with he ass, became thoroughly soaked, her pee splashing onto the floor was making a nice, loud sound. It was enought out drown out the hissing sound that she was making inside of her jeans. She must have peed for an entire two minutes.
After she finished, she just said "Well, I guess ? I won't be needing to make that trip to the bathroom. I might as well just have another beer." She finished the beer she was drinking, and ordered another one. The rest of at around in shock. I can't speak for the rest of them, but I know I was extremely excited. I was about ready to cream in my jeans.
We stayed there at the bar and continued drinking. She didn't seem to mind that she was totally soaked, and if she was embarrassed, she refused to show it. As she was getting ready to order her fifth beer, she said to me "I really have to pee again. Could you order me another beer while I go to the bathroom?" I asked her "Why bother going to the bathroom. You've already wet yourself. You might as well just go right here in your pants. I mean, what the hell, you're already wet." She was quick to concede.
She said to me "Well, here it goes." And she let it rip. It took almost no time at all for her pee to start cascading again off of her barstool and onto the floor. The sound could be heard throughout the bar, it made such a loud noise. The puddle on the floor was rather huge now. There weren't but a few inches of dryness left on her jeans. Her ass was really soaked, as were her thighs (to include on top), and most of the way down her calves.
She just sat there, smiling, and said "Boy did that feel good. I like the way that feels. It's turning me on."
I was still turned on from the last she wet her pants. The second time was enough to drive me over the edge. As she sat there with a big smile on her face, I sat there with a bigger smile on my face. I had just creamed in my jeans, and I didn't care.
We stayed there at the bar until she finished her sixth beer, then we decided that she should probably go home and get out of her wet jeans. She slid down off of her barstool, making a sloshing sound as she stood there beside her barstool. It was almost as she was admiring her puddle on the floor. She said to the bartender "Sorry about the mess, but I gotta go." He replied jokingly "Looks like you already did."
We were about half way back to her place (which was only a couple of blocks away) when she said she had to pee again. She said "What the hell, let's see if I can't get those last couple dry spots."
She stood there with her legs slightly spread, and made a puddle on the sidewalk. And she was nearly successful in getting every spot on her jeans wet.
We finally made it back to her place. Within minutes after getting out of her wet jeans and washing up, she passed out.
The next day when I saw her, she asked me how many times she had wet herself last night. I told her three. And she said wrong, make that four. I also pissed in my bed last night.
Well, I hope you guys enjoyed my story. I have many more to share. A couple more of her, and some of other "accidents" that I was priveleged to witness.
Stay wet and stay happy.
Nik
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