Posted by ppPanties on January 25, 2000 at 10:16
In Reply to: Re: Desperation location posted by Dump Buddy on January 23, 2000 at 20:29
I can imagine how traumatic that was. I would have felt the same... and came close in the summer of ummmm '97 I think. (hmmmm.. I had forgotten all about that till now.) I should have gone to pee before the 9th inning was over... but I hate to miss anything. We got caught up in the crowd and walked past the restroom. Ya know it's impossible to turn around and walk back through a crowd that's all leaving a game at once. A friend knew I had to pee pretty badly, and was being sympathetic.. but I was praying I'd make it to the rest room... wherever the hell that was. But this time I was disoriented and had no clue where to find the next one. Somehow we pushed through the crowd and were out of the building and well into the parking lot, as if suddenly dropped there. I ended up struggling for another hour in the car... I got quite wet, but somehow made it till we got home without the damn bursting. I was brainless during the ride. All I could think about was my bladder ready to burst... so I heard nothing of the conversation in the car, and rapid beat of my pounding heart. I'm squirming, shifting fidgeting, crossing and squeezing... and was REALLY getting worried. Of course through all that I was still under the impression I was doing a good acting job of being 'unnoticeable'. I had my sweater (always bring one) over my lap, and my hand jammed in my crotch, as hard against my pussy as I could get it. I've been wet in these situations before... evidence usually hidden by 'the walk' (now realizing that walk no doubt really DOES give me away). But this time, and probably every time... I thought this was it. No way I'd make it this time. A friend was driving, and his car had vinyl seats, and they get damn hot parked in the hot sun in a parking lot. I was glad I had brought a towel along to put on the seat.
We made it home to my house... or should I say.. I made it?) The towel was white with a busy mosaic type print. I know it was wet, but I didn't think it would show the evidence. I didn't gush... but I was leaking on and off most of the way home. Everyone got out and headed for the door. I had given the key to someone to go ahead.. while I gathered my things (good stalling tactic). That worked... they went in. Then I burst through the door and headed straight for the bathroom. Not unusual for me to come in the house running for the bathroom... but ordinarilly I'm not with a group of people either. Ohhhhhh did that piss ever feel gooood! I don't think anyone noticed the sizeable wet patch. I did an I-feel-grungy-I-need-to-get-out-of-these-clothes routine, and put on something dry. An hour of holding and spurting was quite noticeable. If anyone noticed they didn't say anything.... so I was saved from almost total embarrassment. I don't know what I'd of done if it happened like it did with you. No way I could (or would have) left my friends and hitched home... a little far away anyway.
pp
wow.... didn't meant to reply with a post of my own. what a great memory though.
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