Posted by Kalyn on January 24, 1999 at 20:48
I must thank-you guys for being terrific. I had always thought myself wierd for loving such fantasies. I have been asked for my story of how I got started. Please tell me what you think.
It wasn't untill I was 20 that I realized I
was sexually affected by this pee. 6 years ago I had been driving around Edmonton in my truck when traffic came to a stop. Edmonton is large for Alberta, but not a huge city compared to those of the US. A squad car was parked behinde me, and from information that he was revealing to us there had been an accident up ahead. It was near the off ramp so traffic was brought to an immediate stop and we were stuck there. To make matters worse there was already construction on this road and no way around this little 4 car pileup. We just had to wait for the tow trucks.
The cop tried to move through traffic, but after a few mins he had to give up as there was just no way for us to move. Five mins into this I noticed a man in his early 30's looking around nervously. He drove a newer looking red corvet convertible with the top down, and wore a light brown business suite. He would sit up and try getting a good view up ahead then look at the squad car and sit back down. He was constantly shifting in his seat, and I began wondering if he had narcotics or somthing illegal that he didn't want the cop to find. Being in my truck I had a pretty good view of the inside of his car and lap. He looked from car to car and lowered his hand to his lap. A lot of people do that while driving, so I never gave it a second thought. A half hour later we were still stuck there, and wondering when the tow trucks would leave or clear the road so we could get out of there. I began wondering why they didn't redirect traffic or somthing to clear the Whitemud. We were at a spot with high cement walls overlooking the freeway.
By this time the man had crossed his legs, uncrossed them, crossed them, he was extremely adgitated and constantly looked at his watch. The way his arm was bent and grabbing at his crotch I could easilly tell that he was fighting with his bladder as he clamped down on his penis. I could actually see a bead of sweat on his forehead, and wondered if that was because of the warm weather, or somthing else...
I starred without shame at his actions, and I'm not even sure if he noticed. I loved my seat parked right beside his passengers side in a vehical higher than his own. He opened the door of his car, hesitated, looked back at the cop and closed the door again. All of a sudden he began rummaging through the car, in his glove compartment, on the floor and behinde the seat. Whatever he was looking for he never found it. He opened his briefcase and began sifting through it, but still couldn't find what he was looking for. He reached for the door handle again, but never opened the car. His eyes were pressed tightly as he pursed his lips together firmly. All of a sudden he lunged forward in the seat throwing himself over the steering wheel and both hands were now firmly in his lap. His face said it all as he squirmed and wriggled I could tell he was VERRY desperate. I felt sorry for him and rummaged through my garbage for a bottle or can thinking how enjoyable it would be to see him peeing into a bottle. Nothing. I looked over to see him rocking slowly then his eyes went wide as he starred at nothing in particular and his mouth dropped open. By this time I was starring at his lap.
Nothing happened at first, then I saw the side of his leg was turning dark as a damp wetness moved from the front and fell down his leg. This guy was wetting himself! My eyes bugged out of my head as I watched him squirm and struggle through the whole ordeal. He did not want to pee his pants, but after a min or so he stopped struggling and quickly began wrestling with his suite coat trying to remove it. His lap glistened with his pee, and it looked like he was still flowing. He now noticed me starring at him and his face turned beat read as he slumped over his steering wheel trying to hide his accident. I didn't care at this point, I kept starring, as did a few others in vehicals around us. He sat back up, removed his coat, and placed it over his lap.
My crotch was so wet that I even had a faint damp spot between my legs. I was so turned on. My jeans were tight so I slowly moved my legs back and forth keeping both hands on the steering wheele, and withen moments every muscle in my body tightened. My body began shuddering in waves of pure orgasmic energy without me ever having to touch myself. (I was hoping no one noticed but they probably did.) I figured what the heck, I'm 20 and dry. I shouldn't have done that, as I always have to pee after sex. I could feel the urge building in my own bladder, but I knew I could make it home in plenty of time. I drove home but the urge kept getting stronger and stronger.
Fine, I'll just turn up the radio and sing, that always takes my mind off it. I drove a standard so there was no way to cross myself, or even hold myself constantly with one hand. I had grabbed a couple of tape casses and stuffed them between my legs to add pressure, in hopes of holding myself a little longer. I drove past the gass stations because I really did just want to get home and I was sure I could do it. As I was concentrating so hard on my bladder I hadn't notice the light changing color untill the last moment when I had to slam on the breaks. Not a good thing to do with a full bladder. The sudden jerk, my seatbelt tightening around my poor bladder forced a small squirt of pee into my jeans as I gasped in horror. I looked down and could clearly see the inside of my crotch was damp, but no one would notice it when I walked.
Finally I pulled into the parkade and jumped out of my car, aaaahh throwing both fists into my crotch as I fell to the ground forcing the waves of urgency to pass. When it was safe to stand I climbed onto my knees and slowly began standing. I could feel pee dribble slowly from my lips and placed two frantic fingers there trying to block it off. I wasn't going to make it to my room on the 8th floor, and there was no where to go. I looked around seeing no one. I steped towards my truck to grab my bag and another longer spurt errupted into my pants, this time it was clearly visible as a small damp stain grew around my crotch. I tossed my bag back into the truck and struggled with my pants whipping them down. Pee began spurting uncontrollably as I sprayed the ground, and splattered my shoes. A puddle formed around me. I cut off my flow as quickly as I could so that I could get out of there.
I was humilliated, but at the same time strangly arroused again. I pulled up my pants, tied my jacket around my waiste and ran up to my apartment. I still had to pee, but the urge was now quite reduced. I removed my jacket and began doing homework sitting at the kitchen table in my soaked panties and damp pants. I grabbed two tall glasses of koolaid and quickly drank those.
Those sensations were great, and I wanted to experiment. What had I to loose, my pants were already soiled? In an hour I could feel the urge to pee come in waves, and then leave as quickly. It was hard to concentrate on my homework, so I turned on the TV. and began watching Star Trek. Halfway into the movie I had waves of pain and pleasure, my crotch was getting damp from somthing other than pee. I became estatic. I decided to play a game with myself. If I could do 200 jumping jacks then I could go into the bathroom amd stand in the tub. There was linoleum in the kitchen, rug on the path to the bathroom, and linoleum in the bathroom. I began my jumping jacks.. one, two, three, 19 *squirt*, 25, *squirt* and a little gushing as I threw my hand into my crotch and fell to the floor. Once I had it under control I stood to admire the damage, my crotch was hot with the pee, and I had a dark wet patch spreading two inches either side of my crotch, and bum. WOW. I decided to attempt a squat, so I spread my legs and slowly lowered my body... this time I could see streams of pee riviting from my crotch as I quickly stood holding myself with my hands and crossing my legs. Under control once more, but now there was some pee on the floor and my pants were visibly wet down to my knees.
I was greatly turned on by this and began rocking in my jeans with my wet panties pushed tightly against me. I orgasimed again in a blinding shuddering furry releasing all muscles and felt hot streams of pee running down both legs and soaking the floor beneath me. It felt too good to stop as I felt myself soaking my pants and my kitchen.
I sat there in my puddle and tried soaking it up with my cloths while I still wore them, but eventually had to remove all my clothes and clean my mess. Ahhh that was my great day of discovery.
Kalyn
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