Posted by James on January 14, 2000 at 18:42
Robin was rushing home from work on Friday afternoon. She needed to get home, grab a quick sandwich, and get changed into her soccer uniform for a match in the recreational league her team participated in the tri-cities area. She knew it would be cutting it close, what with her home on the southeastern side of town, and the match in the furthest of the 3 cities in the area, about a 30 mile drive from her house. She snuck out of the office a few minutes early. Hopefully the tech in charge would not find out and snitch to the boss on her. Anyway, she got home, had a light supper, and slipped into her soccer uniform. Her team’s colors were orange and white, orange clearly her favorite color. Today, her team would don the white jerseys and orange, three-stripe adidas, nylon soccer shorts, as opposed to the orange tops and white shorts her team would wear on occassions. As she slipped her orange nylon shorts over her white cotton panties, she snuck a quick finger or two over her crotch, with the less than subtle tickle of the nylon material providing the sexual arousal only known to those who appreciate the excitement of the slippery material against their genitalia. Robin admired herself in the full-length mirror of her bedroom, thinking to herself her hard body looked pretty damned sexy in her uniform. She was also tempted to indulge in another of her fetishes, that is, to piss in her nylon soccer shorts. Many was the time she had let loose in her nylon shorts, though she had never screwed up the nerve to do so in front of the public eye, certainly not on the playing field.
Finally having readied herself, she headed out into the late afternoon traffic. She hoped that the rush hour traffic wouldn’t be too bad. Alas, this was not to be. She got maybe 5 miles from the house, when traffic slowed to a crawl. After a period of 20 minutes, things picked up a bit then she knew that she would make it to the match on time. It was a good thing too, as she was starting to really ache from needing to pee. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to have the second large glass of iced-tea. Hmmm. Anyway, she could make quick use of the toilet once she got there, even if it was just one of those disgusting porta-johns.
Arriving on the scene, Robin was greeted by her teammates, telling her it was less than 5 minutes to game time. Looking around for a toilet, she was immediately dismayed to find that some pranksters had tipped the porta-john on it’s side, rendering it of no use to the players or attendees for the day’s events. She thought this was likely the result of some Halloween shenanigans of a couple of nights ago, and nobody had come around to take care of things. There were not any bushes or trees or anything else behind which she could conceal herself while pissing either, so she resigned herself that she would either have to gut things out for the match, or experience the embarrassment of having a wet accident for everyone to see. If only her team had selected uniforms with black or navy blue nylon shorts, an accident wouldn’t be so noticeable. Oh well, she decided she would suffer whatever fate presented - just go out there and win the game at all costs.
Once the game got underway, the action seemed to take Robin’s mind off her little problem, at least for a little while. As the first half progressed, the seconds seemed to tick off the clock like minutes, the minutes like hours. She was clearly the center of the team’s offensive focus during the first half, scoring two goals: one after beating her defender on a one-on-one breakaway and chipping over the goalie’s outstretched hands, the second on a quick flick of a header on the receiving end of a skillfully placed corner kick from one of her teammates. Fortunately, she was able to avoid any hard tackles from the other team, as this surely would culminate in a very damp disaster. Finally, it was half time, but as others sat on the grass as the coach issued the second half instructions, Robin remained in background, fidgeting from foot to foot as the urge to piss grew ever stronger. She remember back to her days of youth soccer, when it was not uncommon, and was actually expected, for a certain number of youngsters to pee in their pants. She had done so herself a few times, but it was not really a big deal. But now, she was a grown woman of 25 years, and you shouldn’t do such things. Even though pissing in her nylon shorts was a secret passion in which she often enjoyed, it was an indulgence that she did not really want to partake of this afternoon.
As the second half proceeded, Robin continued her stellar play, netting a third goal with about 15 minutes to go in the match. Staying active seemed to make a difference, as she knew that if she tried to stand still, the pain would be unbearable and the floodgates would likely let loose. Fondling herself was clearly out of the question as it would only get her more aroused and make matters much worse. She saw that victory was almost in her grasp, both against the other team, and her aching bladder. Near the end of the match, she realized she would likely make it. It was then that Robin let her guard down just a little. As she received a soft pass from a teammate at midfield, a player from the other team lowered a crushing tackle on Robin. Though she saw the oncoming rush out of the corner of her eye a split-second before impact, it was not soon enough to prevent the bone-crushing collision, or what would happen next. A bit out of it yet, she noticed feelings of warmth and relief as she sat up, and it did not take long for her to come to her senses and realized she was pissing in her nylon soccer shorts and they were getting totally soaked. Still pissing as she stood up, the piss ran down both legs to soak her socks, which took on a slight yellow tinge where her pee saturated them. With her orange nylon shorts stained in front and back and the wetness clearly visible to all, she looked down and saw her remaining shreds of dignity drowning in a puddle of urine. There were more than a few smiles and snickers, but she played on. Through Robin’s embarrassment, she readily admitted to herself that the sudden relief and flood of warmth was a turn on. At least now the other team was not defending her as closely as they once were.
Robin’s team ultimately won 4-2, and during the post-game handshakes, more than just a few of her teammates and opponents gave her an affectionate spank across the seat of her wet nylon shorts. Perhaps she was among others who also enjoyed the same wet pleasures that she did. That thought, coupled with her hat-trick, more than offset the embarrassment she experienced from the “own goal” she made in her orange nylon shorts.