Posted by aquavite on January 12, 2000 at 12:37
Jan 2000
Joanne's Major Accident
As usual Joanne and I had coffee, and then did some shopping afterwards. We met at a coffee store, but not the one we were to have coffee at. She as somewhat late, but came running, wearing tight tan jeans, brown peter-pan type boots, and a nice quite tight sweater and jacket. She looked great. "Hi, I've really got to pee, real bad, I need their bathroom," was her introduction, as she smiled, gave me a very quick hello almost without hug, and hurried off to the toilet, which was however occupied. Of course as I walked over to her, standing somewhat casually, but crossed legged, I imagined her desperation being more intense, and perhaps really bad, as she'd move into the corner to cross her legs more tightly, perhaps have to hold herself, and perhaps…ah wishes…even began to pee in her tan jeans. Reality snaps me back, and she says again, "God, I really have to pee. I dropped [-----, her son] off at school, and then went to the store, and I really had to pee, but didn't want to bother asking to use the bathroom, its such a pain there, so I just kept holding it, and I really have to go. I know you find this fun…." Just then, she still standing casually legs crossed, the woman in the toilet came out, and Joanne dashed in. Foiled again….
She came out a minute later, "I feel so much better." We left to drive to a more relaxed café some few minutes away. We had a lot to talk about, yes, even more pressing than desperation and accidents, so in the car and at the café we talked for perhaps 30 minutes. After talking about what was pressing (if not urgent….), we began talking about our christmas and new year's vacations. I told her about mine, and she about hers, and I mentioned that Sarah (whom I've written about some here) had a small accident in an art gallery/studio. She had had some coffee, unusual for her, and had to pee really urgently. She asked the woman in the gallery if she could use the toilet, and behind the counter had to stop, cross her legs, and I saw her hold herself for a few seconds, then disappear through a door. She came out a few minutes later. I asked how she felt, "Much better she answered, but I didn't quite make it on time." She had wet her panties and pants behind the counter, and then managed to get in control. I saw later that her grew pants were wet a few inches around the crotch, and teased her about it. I love it, and enjoyed her stained panties on her later that night. Joanne smiled, and I asked her if she had any accidents recently.
"God yes, yesterday, I wet my pants, I mean really wet them."
"How much, you mean completely?"
"Yes, totally, I had to take them and my panties off. I was driving home and wet myself in the garage."
"God, really? What happened? How wet did you pants get, to the knees?"
"No, more, to my ankles, my soaks got wet, I totally wet myself, I couldn't stop…actually, I gave up."
"Wow, that hasn't happened in a long time, has it?"
"Thank God, no. I hate it, you know that, but I like telling you because you like it so much. Here's what happened."
I was sitting looking at Joanne's pretty blue eyes, blond hair falling on her forehead, turned on, knowing what her garage looks like, and hard as a rock. "So, what happened, tell all…"
"I had dropped [----, her son] off at school, and had my usual cup or two of coffee, but was returning home rather than going to work that day. I was going to work from home. It funny, since I got back from vacation, coffee makes me pee so much more intensely and urgently now. I guess its from not having had coffee for more than two weeks. Anyway, I was dying in the car, squeezing my legs together as much as possible, and when possible holding myself. As I got closer to home, you know, it takes about ten minutes from his school, I was almost out of control, and I was driving fast, too fast. I was afraid I was going to wet my pants in the car; I hate that. I also knew I wasn't going to make it, I just had a feeling…
"How long did you have to pee, before you dropped [----, her son] off? Yes, on the way, but it wasn't too bad, but somehow just when I dropped him off I really had to pee urgently. Anyway, I got into the garage, and the outside door was closing behind me, turned off the car and got out, and I knew I was loosing it, I guess I probably started to wet my panties, but I was in such a state, I was really panicked trying to hold it, that I wasn't really sure. I managed to walk to the door, the inside door to the house, and I just began wetting my pants. It was so fast and so hard, and so much, I didn't even try to stop it, it was one of those times I just couldn't. None of my usual that I've describe…"
"You mean, no spurts and dribbles, on and off?"
"God no. This was a total flood, whoosh….and fast, I had no control at all. That's unusual."
"What were you wearing?"
"Jeans, running shoes, a white shirt (it got wet where it was tucked in)…."
She look, trying to remember, knowing that I'd ask her….
"…and, I'm pretty sure white cotton panties…I have so many, lace I think, not sure…So I began to wet my pants, in a total state, trying to open the door, which is silly since it wasn't even locked, I was so out of it as I was hopelessly trying to not wet, even through in the very beginning I was trying to stop, I was turning the knob and the door was not opening, then I knocked on the door, yelling 'Mom, Mom…'.
"Your mother was visiting?"
"Yes, she's here for a bit…Within seconds I gave up and just stood there and wet my jeans."
"Did you have your legs apart?"
"Funny, actually not, close together…and pee was falling all over the place, but my jeans got soaked…I finally stopped, maybe 10 or 15 seconds later, I had gone mostly in my pants, I had none left…I took off my jeans and began to take off my panties and opened door and called my mom. This time she heard, she came and saw me in my panties, all wet, holding my jeans. I said, "Mom, I wet my pants I had to go so bad." She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Joanne, not again! You've never been able to hold it very well, have you?" I was taking off my panties and asked her to close the shades since I was going to walk through the house naked and take a shower. I first went to the washing machine with my wet jeans and panties, but my mom took them from me and washed them…they're still in the washer, I forgot to take them out."
"Joanne, that's amazing…you just gave up and wet your pants. You are usually able to stop."
"I knew I wasn't going to be able to, really, it was useless. It was one of those times I knew what was going to happen. It was lucky that I was coming home, imagine what would happen if I had that type of an accident at work. What would I do?"
"I guess you'd have to drive home and change, and cancel meetings or whatever. I've always told you you should carry an extra pair of panties with you, but now a dry pair of pants, too."
"I actually thought of that, keeping a change of clothes in my office, but the pants might not match what I was wearing that day."
"What's the alternative, if you had had a major accident at work, or on the way? You'd stay in soaked pants or a skirt all day, or not match?"
"I guess not matching is better, true. But God, had I wet my pants like that at work, someone would have seen me on the way to my office from the bathrooms, or getting out of my car perhaps. And if I had been at work during the day, someone would see me in different pants…I'm sure they'd know I had wet them, what else would explain it? This was really awful."
"I know you don't like these accidents….."
"I hate them, you know that….what if you had wet your pants? How would you feel?"
"Actually, it would be ok, embarrassing I'm sure, but the feeling would be ok, for me. I know you hate it, but I love, adore hearing…but I want to be a witness sometime."
"I know, but not likely, I hope. Anyway, that's what happened…
I didn't know what to say, but also didn't know what to do, I was very turned on, and she knew it, smiled…and we managed to get onto another subject, but in the car driving back to where we had originally met I told her again how great I thought her accident was and how I wish she could find some sensual or erotic aspects of it…she laughed, but said she didn't like it, but mentioned that she suspected her son might find it arousing or enjoyable when he wet his pants, as I've described in earlier posts. I asked why. You know just a few years ago he often wet his pants while skiing, and mentioned he found it not uncomfortable although it turned cold, but found it warm and even 'nice' when it first happened….I asked about at the present, since he's not just a little kid any longer. She said she suspects he sometimes wets his underpants (or more) before he makes it to the toilet, and while he's never said anything…she laughed, adding, "That would be really funny, if he, like you, gets off on wetting his pants….I know you've wet your pants a few times…you found it nice?"
"I've mostly projected my wetting fantasies onto women….not myself, but some guys, and some women, do like it, sure; you know that."
"Yes, I know…anyway, it would be funny if he ended up like you, into girls wetting, or into him wetting…who knows, its all weird."
I dropped Joanne of, her detailed description of her major accident fresh in my mind, watching her get out of the car, her long tan jeans covered legs and tight ass walking to her car, imagining her just over 24 hours ago in another pair of jeans, soaked to the floor….helpless as she wet her pants and panties.
Aquavite
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