Posted by aquavite on October 18, 2000 at 22:20
I've not posted any 'reports' on Joanne's accidents since June. Until a few weeks ago she managed to go for months with absolute no accidents, except for the occasional dribble just before reaching the toilet.
For those who've just tuned in, I've been posting the Joanne Chronicles since Patches open her site years back. The early reports are at patches, and the more recent ones (in the last few years) are in the archives of Wet Set. Do a search for "Joanne". In brief, Joanne is a very attractive woman who's been having accidents since she was a kid. She wet her pants, panties and skirts and dresses more than almost anyone I've ever met. While she's not turned on by her accidents (except on one occasion where she found it quite erotic, see earlier post) she takes a lot of pleasure in reporting them to me since she knows it turns me on a lot. She a wonderful (and beautiful) flirt: thin, blond, pretty, long legs, great body. And smart.
Brief update:
In the past three weeks she been exceptionally busy, running from one place to another, juggling the necessities of daily life. Unlike the prior months, this has led to her to feel very rushed, and when rushed she postpones toilet visits, for reasons I've never fully understood since she often end up wetting herself. We've talked about this a lot, and she usually laughs about it. (I know a number of women who do this and have ended up wetting accidentally, and find it a wonderful mystery as to why women who otherwise are accident prone often put off finding a place to pee.)
Accident #1: About three weeks ago Joanne was running from one meeting to the next, and then that was followed by a meeting with her boss. She was wearing tight white pants (and white cotton panties, with lace; her usual). She ran (literally) to the bathroom after the second meeting, dying to pee. She said all three stalls were taken. She was standing there, legs cross holding herself, feeling about to really flood her panties and pants, when a woman left the stall. She ran in, but not in time to totally hold it. She said, "I began wetting my pants as soon as I walked in. I soaked my panties, and probably got my pants wet…maybe this much." She indicated with her hands maybe four inches. "I looked at my pants in the mirror, and you couldn't see anything. I guess if you looked up you'd have see me quite wet. God, white pants, and between the legs I was all yellow. But my boss [a woman] just commented on how nice my clothes were. God, if she had only known."
We were walking along a path, and I was very hard just thinking about it.
Accident #2: A few day later she went to visit a friend in the hospital. As she was leaving she knew she had to pee, but didn't like these particular hospital toilets. She thought she could hold it for the 20 minute drive home. But by the time she got to the car she knew she really had to pee. She thought of going back in, but was in a hurry and decided to risk it. I asked her, "Why, since you've often wet your pants in situations like that?" "I never learn." She told me that half way home she was driving (a shift car…) holding her crotch as best she could and trying to press her legs together, clearly not easy. About five minutes before her house she began to wet in small spurts, but by the time she got to her driveway, she was doing larger and larger spurts. She said her butt was pretty wet, as was the car seat. "When I got out I couldn't hold it very well…I just began to wet my pants. I don't remember what I was wearing exactly, jeans probably, but I know by the time I got to the bathroom I had to put my panties and pants in the wash." I asked, "How much did you wet your pants, how far down?" "Oh, past my knees, I was really wet…I just couldn't hold it…at all."
Accident #3: She was leaving another meeting, which went on for hours, and was supposed to meet a colleague afterwards at her office. He was waiting for her, and she told him, "I really need the toilet immediately, I'll be right back." He told her, 'take your time.' But, she said, "I had to wait for a stall…god, I began to wet my panties, thank god I had on a dress…my legs were wet almost to my shoes by the time I got in. My panties were soaking…yes, white cotton, the usual, nice ones, but very wet." She met with her colleague for over an hour with soaking panties on. He hadn't a clue, she said.
Accident #4: A small(er) one on the way home after picking up her son. They were in the car, she desperate to pee, her son knew (since he's seen his mom wet her pants since he was a little kid), and she began to wet her tan slacks as soon as she got out of the car. She said she wet them half way or more to her knees, and had to change. Her son asked her, "Mom, did you wet your pants again?" She said, "Sometimes those things happen."
So, Joanne seems to be making up for lost time. See what the next few weeks bring. I was very turned on after the walk, 'hardly' surprising.