Posted by Val on January 04, 2000 at 10:58
Hello and a happy new year.
I have had mixed fortunes over the last fortnight with my
husband leaving (see previous mail) and a few wet accidents.
Christmas day was most enjoyable the familly (including my
husband) went to my mother and fathers. We had a lovely
meal and surprissingly a lot of fun. I got caught short
just before tea time and leaked a little before I could
get to the toilet, but it was nothing to bad. I had wet
thighs and had to change my tights and knickers but it
wasn't noticeable below my skirt, so nobody was any the
wiser.
Boxing Day was husband and the children went to his parents.
Under the circumstances I did not feel like going, but not
wanting to deprieve the children I let them go while I stayed
at home.
I was doing some ironing at about 10am, when I caught my
finger on the hot iron. In that split second as I jerked my
hand away I think I tensed most of the muscles in my body,
causing a short sharp burst and urine to spurt into my
knickers. As I was not wearing a panty liner (I never do in
house unless we have visitors), it was just enough for me to
drip onto the tiled kitchen floor between my feet which were
about 18 inches apart, leaving my legs and light brown tights
seemingly dry. I lifted up my short sky blue skirt to
survey the damage. Only my gusset and the lower front panel of
my knickers were wet which having become transparent revealed
my pubic hair. I felt so turned on, I began to caress the inside
of my thighs through my tights, before moving higher, and I'm
sure you can guess the rest.
I had just got changed into a short black skirt and sheer black
tights when Karla rang to ask if I fancied going to a restaurant
for lunch. We met up at about 1pm and had a lovely meal. I
couldn't help noticing but throughout the meal 2 men (mid 20's)
kept looking at me (especially my legs). As we were about to
leave the better looking one of the 2 came over and ask me out
on a date. Well I was made up, it boosted my self confidence no
end. I am meeting him on Friday.
Last wednesday my husband moved out an went to his girlfriends. In
many ways I am upset but the marriage was not going any where and
we were only together for the kids. Not a good base for a marriage.
New years eve I felt terrible I had all the flu symptoms and spent
all morning in bed. I had promised to take the children to
Castlefield (Manchester, England) in the evening to see some live
bands and more importantly from their point of view fireworks.
Mid afternoon I felt just as bad, so I phoned their father up and
explained the situation, he did not want to know. I could not let
the children down, they were so excited, I would have to take them.
Well we got their about 8pm, it was packed and the toilet
facilities to put it midly were poor. By 10 pm I needed a wee
badly, but I new even at that point I would not get to a toilet.
I could hardly move and even if I got to the loos the queue was
horrendous. I was wearing a short black skirt, thick black opaque
tights and a coat which came just passed my knees. There was
nothing else for it, I would have to pee where I stood. I weighed
up the options, pee with my legs open and it would splash between
my legs, pee with my legs shut and it would run down my legs. I
decided the later was better as it would attract less attention,
the ground was already wet as it was raining. I stood there feet
together looking straight ahead and relaxed my muscles, nothing.
Typical I though when I try to go I can't. For a few minutes I just
stood their trying to act natural until eventually I started. Just
a trickle at first but it soon begam a steady stream running down
both legs and unfortunatley into my shoes. I don't think anybody
noticed. For a few minutes my legs were lovely and warm, but they
soon became cold.
Just 20 minutes later my daughters said they needed the toilet. I
told them to go in their knickers.
"What like you do mummy" came the reply.
Having felt terrible all evening I was glad to head of to the car at
about 12.30am, the fireworks over. On the walk back I began to get
very bad stomach cramps and all of a sudden without warning I filled
my knickers. It was very runny and it immediatley stank. By the
time I had walked the half a mile to the car I could see it running
down my legs, I was in a terrible mess. I had to explain to the girls
what had happenend as they were wondering what the smell was.
Well I sat on a bin liner for the hour journey home it was
horrendous. 10 minutes from home it happened again it went up my back
and everywhere. When I got in you can imagine the mess I was in,
even my blouse was soiled. I have been in some messes when I have
completley wet myself but never like this. You can imagine the state
of the car as the girls also caused wet patches on the rear seats.
All because their bloody father puts his girlfriend before his
children.
Well it was back to work today and for the first time ever I wore
a pair of incontinence pants and sods law I was completley dry all
day. They are made from a kind of rubber / latex material and have
a skick on disposable gusset. The packet says they are for the
'moderately incontinent women', I'm not sure what will happen if I
completley flood them. Still they give me some confidence. I think
if I have another major public accident like the one just prior to
christmas I may never leave the house again.
I spent a good hour yesterday walking up and down in front of the
mirror wearing them under a short tight skirt trying to see if
you could tell I had them on. I even sat in front of the mirror
with my legs slightly open trying to see if you could see them.
In the end I decided to wear a normal pair of knickers over the
top. I did find though that I can't wear them at the gym under my
leotard and cycling shorts. Being hairy I have a large pubic
bulge to start with and the pants just make it look stupidly big.
Speak to you all again soon, I hope you enjoyed my posting.
Val
PS. I don't know if I will be able to write for very much longer
it all depends if my husband takes the PC with him.