Posted by Donna on January 09, 1999 at 13:51
Hi Everyone! I'm back with another story, a true one of course. I've been away for a while and had to catch up on all these wonderful postings!
This next event happened to me about three years ago around age 33. It was the week of July 4 and my boyfriend and I was spending the weekend on Jordan Lake (here in N.C.) with several friends. One of our friends has a ski boat and we spent most of the day on the boat drinking lots of beer and just riding around on the boat getting some sun. When one of us had to pee, we just stopped and jumped overboard for a sec and let it go, no big deal. We finally came in around six that evening and had a cookout while still drinking lots of beer, of course. By now, I had changed into my blue jean shorts and was making trips to the bathhouse almost every 30 minutes to pee. By 10 that night I was getting very drunk and knew I had to stop drinking or else I would get sick and that is no fun at all for me. I told my boyfriend that I was going to lay down in the tent because I was beginning to feel very dizzy and the alcohol was definitly kicking my ass very hard by now. I remember that I had a slight urge to pee but I knew walking back to the bathhouse was out of the question. I fell asleep right away and was dead to the world until about 2 a.m. and then I woke up realizing that I was about to piss all over myself! I could already feel a wet spot in the crotch of my shorts but I wasn't sure how bad I had peed in them at the time. God only knows why I even woke up without completely pissing on myself! I clamped my legs together tightly and began shaking my boyfriend, Mike, and finally got him awake. I told him I was about to piss all over myself and to please walk me to the bath house! He finally said ok and as I got up to get out of the tent, I felt a sudden release of pee once more! I managed to gain control once more but I knew my shorts were fairly wet by now. We had to walk about 100 yards to the bath house (there were too many other campers around to just go behind a tree) About half way there, I felt another surge of pee squirt out! This time I felt the drops running down my leg! I knew I had passed the point of just a "tiny" wet spot on my crotch. About ten more steps and then I stopped dead in my tracks and squeezed Mike's hand as I completely lost it! The floodgates opened and a large puddle formed at my feet as Mike watched in disbelief. He saw that I was about to cry and he hugged me tightly and we turned around and walked back to the tent. As I was about to change my shorts, Mike began kissing me and soon we became involved in one of the most passionate lovemaking sessions that we've had in a long time. The next morning, I emerged from the tent and my friend Lori asked me why I was wearing my gray shorts instead of the blue jean shorts that I went to bed with. Before I could answer, she said "you didn't wet your pants did you"? I laughed and said, "of course not, Lori". (my little secret) I really enjoyed that weekend very much and I will never forget it. I really beleive Mike was turned on by my accident although we have never discussed it. I've had a few accidents since then, always after drinking lots of alcohol, but usually I'm asleep when it happens (and alone). I hope everyone enjoyed this story and I'll be sure to share more true stories that happened during my younger years soon.