Posted by Wet seat on January 16, 2000 at 16:07
It was a warm summer day when six of us, three couples, went to
church in Jim's DeSoto. Here I date this as the DeSoto was yet to
become a classic car, just old. We were all in our late teens,
early twenties and the men were either considering enlistment or
waiting to be drafted. Jim's grandfather had retired and he and
his wife were living in a house by a lake with a fine beach
nearby. Jim had a standing invitation to visit at any time and
bring any guests with him.
The plan was to visit Jim's grandparents after church services so
we had our bathing suits packed in the trunk. In church, we saw
Linda, a nurse's aid, and Steve, her boy friend. After services
we talked about our plans with the end result that Linda and
Steve were invited to join us.
The old DeSoto would seat six comfortably but with eight it was a
bit crowded. So three were seated in the front seat and myself
and three others squashed in the back seat with me directly
behind the driver and Linda on my lap. I cannot recall why it was
Linda and not my own girl friend, Ruth that sat in my lap. So off
we went. And none of us "went" before we left.
The war time speed limit was 35 miles an hour making the trip
over an hour long. Linda was wearing a short skirt of a shiny
satin material so she had a problem either sliding on it or it
was bunched up under her. For whatever reason, she lifted her
weight off her butt and slid the skirt out from under it, leaving
little to separate our anatomies. I felt her pelvic muscles
twitch a couple of times but thought little of it.
We started to tell jokes and when one particularly humorous one
was told, Linda really laughed. I felt a warm wet on my thigh and
Linda murmured an almost silent, "oh no." With all the chatter
and the defective muffler, the noise level was too high for
anyone but me to hear it. Linda was slightly red but I was the
only one to notice. Linda said, "enough with the jokes let's
sing."
We all started to sing as Linda tried to cross her legs but this
was impossible in her confined position. She slid down on my
thigh positioning my knee cap strategically to possibly prevent
any leakage. I could feel her pelvic muscles tighten and noticed
she had stopped singing and was biting her lower lip. She had her
head turned looking out the window so nobody else noticed. "Any
body hungry?" she asked. "Let's stop and eat."
In those days, a lady did not just announce that she had to pee.
All answered in the negative except Linda and I; I was aware that
Linda was interested in stopping for other reasons than eating.
There was some good natured kidding about me being an eating
machine and an announcement by someone that we could wait until
we got to Gramps place. We all had been there before and knew
there was a barbecue and plenty of hamburg. I never did know how
Jim's grandparents could feed all us young kids with hamburgers
in spite of the meat rationing.
I could tell that Linda was really trying to hold it and we had
an other 20 minutes to get to Gramps. We finally turned off the
main highway onto the unpaved back road leading to the lake. On
the first bump, I could feel Linda's pelvic muscles contract. She
grimaced and gritted her teeth. It did no good. A substantial
amount of pee escaped from Linda. As my knee was higher than my
hips the pee ran down the inside of my thigh but there was not
enough to wet my crotch. However, I felt the erection coming on.
I was quite sure Linda could not detect it, but I could not help
but wonder. Linda did not do or say anything and she was possibly
unaware anything happened.
Each bump thereafter resulted in a small release of pee. Linda
was now fully aware of what was going on. She looked at me and
mouthed, "sorry." Her eyes were moist and she was holding back
the urge to cry.
I took her hand and squeezed it and mouthed, "it's ok." with each
bump there was a slight release of pee. After many bumps, My
skivvies were thoroughly soaked and I felt the oddest sensation
at my crotch. I must admit, it was not unpleasant.
We finally arrived at gramps. During the confusion of unloading
the tangled mass of legs and arms, I whispered to Linda to keep
quiet and stay close to me. As we walked to Gramps place I stayed
close to Linda to try and hide the big wet spot. Linda's skirt
was slightly damp on the inside but nothing showed on the
outside. Staying close to her effectively shielded my wet spot
but I got a real dirty look from Ruth, my girl friend, for
walking so close to Linda. Linda abandoned me as soon as we got
inside and headed for the bathroom.
This bathroom was recently constructed to replace the old out-
house and the walls were only thin plywood. It sounded like there
was a babbling brook in the bathroom. Everybody's attention was
there allowing me to sneak behind a couch thinking it would hide
me from observation. It worked except for one person.
Grandma Jones came with a barbecue apron which she threw to me.
"Put this on," she commanded, "you've got work to do." I was the
only one to see her wink. She looked at me with an impish smile.
I went out to the barbecue and performed my duties. By the time I
had fed everyone with their hamburgs and hot dogs, my pants were
dry but my skivvies were still damp.
While I was slaving over the barbecue, everyone else had changed
into bathing suits. Linda was wearing a pair of shorts and a
halter, probably borrowed. I went into the out-house, where the
men changed, and put on my bathing suit. Most of us went swimming
and then we headed for home. The trip was uneventful as we all
made use of the facilities before leaving and Ruth ended up on my
lap and Linda sat in the front seat
Later, Linda, very embarrassed, made her apologies. I told her it
was no big deal and we had a secret between us that no one would
know about. Grandma Jones thought it was just me that peed my
pants. With this secret between us, Linda and I became good
friends.
Linda went to Italy as an army nurse. I wrote to her regularly
causing the breakup between Ruth and I. I really didn't care. The
correspondence ended when the jeep Linda was riding in hit a land
mine. She was killed instantly.
After the war, I got married. One night my wife was sitting in my
lap. I told her a joke that caused her to laugh and she wet
herself and me. She got up with apologies. I told her to sit back
down, don't apologize, just do it some more. This response even
surprised me. She was confused but sat back down on my lap and
thoroughly soaked us both. From that time on, she knew how to
turn me on when all else failed. She asked me why I reacted that
way and I told her there was no way I could tell.
It was just the unmentionable memories from the back seat of an
old DeSoto.
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