Posted by pppantyhose on October 22, 2001 at 19:41
I’m back wearing a great outfit for another bout of desperation and a wet accident in my pants. I’m wearing powder blue panties, light blue tights, and a white unitard. I’ve been holding an urge to pee about 1 hour and I let this one build up slowly so I can write my next installment of my childhood experiences and observations.
Lisa was a girl in my class several time from 1st grade through high school. By the spring, poor Lisa had wet herself at least 5 more times including her bus ride home. One day at recess, Lisa ran up to a 3rd grade safety near me and asked if she could go inside. She was wearing pull over shirt, a white skirt, knee high socks, and patent leather shoes. The safety said we would be going in a few minutes later so wait. Lisa started bobbing up and down – very obvious that she really had to pee and said “I gotta go in right now, I have to pee pee … Please I can’t wait I gotta go now!”. The safety told her the door was locked and she had to find a teacher to get in and walked away. Lisa ran up to the door – me following close behind but as he said, it was locked.
Lisa; “I got to get in or I’ll wet myself”. She was standing there legs crossed.
Me; “Recess will be over soon I gotta pee too”. I did but wasn’t desperate as her.
Lisa; “Help me! I’m about to pee my pants … I can’t wait!!!”
Me; “Well, we’ll have to find the teacher (on recess duty)”.
Lisa; “I tried! I c c can’t find her, Ooooh I’m gonna pee my pants, I’m gonna pee my pants, I’m gonna pee my pants!!!”
Lisa was holding her crotch with both hands and was doing the sexiest potty dance now.
The bell rang – damn looked like she made it. We stood in lines according to which class we were in and I got in line right behind her and watched Lisa dance around in the throes of bladder distress. Lisa suddenly stopped her potty dance and stood absolutely still which I knew meant only one thing – she had an accident in her pants. I looked down and watched her pee stream down the insides of her legs wetting her panties, legs, socks and collecting in her shoes spilling over them onto the ground. Lisa instinctively spread feet about 2 feet apart and half squatted as the last squirts trickled straight to the ground. But the damage was already done, Lisa was soaked with pee. She turned around to me and with her hand still pressed in her crotch and took her dripping hand away revealing a yellow stain on her white skirt from the crotch level to the hem mid way to her knees. Lisa said sobbing, “I told you I couldn’t wait and my mommie’s not home today wh wh what am I going to do. Lisa’s mother was out and father couldn’t be reached cause of his job, so the principal had poor Lisa borrow another girl’s cut-offs, her gym shorts, for Lisa to wear. Lisa came back to class to get her books wearing Wendy’s cut-offs. I was picked to help Lisa carry her stuff to the office. On the way down the hall she told me that they couldn’t find a pair of panties for her and the inside of the zipper tickled her. I didn’t understand the implications of this until I learned about sex a few years later. Lisa asked me if I made it to the potty. We were in the unofficial pants wetter club of xxxx elementary school. Well, I had somehow forgot to take care of my own need after the excitement of watching Lisa pee in her pants. This reminded me of my own need which had gotten to the bursting point. Lisa looked down at my crotch just as I lost all control and peed in my pants. We both wound up going home early that day
Mrs. Bruns.
Mrs. Bruns like the rest of the teachers suffered through many a class along with the kids in class. I remember one time she was writing a homework assignment on the blackboard near the end of the day and she was unable to stand still. Mrs. Bruns had on a blouse, skirt pantyhose and high heels and god she looked sexy to us boys even then. She was squeezing her legs together and bouncing up and down as she wrote. Mrs. Bruns stood cross-legged while explaining the assignment then sat at her seat with her legs tightly crossed at her desk looking very uncomfortable trying to wait out the last few minutes of class. I had a question to ask her and I went up to Mrs. Bruns desk, on her left side, with my textbook. She was sitting there nervously squirming in her seat with her right leg crossed over her left shaking her foot vigorously. I was already aware of her plight and watched her struggle with her bursting bladder while I explained my problem to her. I had to pee too and watching her made it worse and it was worth every bit of it and more. One girl in the 2nd row, Mandy threw up her and waved it calling, Mrs. Bruns, Mrs. Bruns!”.
Mrs. Bruns in a soft, strained voice, “Yes Mandy, what is the problem
Mandy, “I have to go to the lavatory!”
Mrs. Bruns, “Well, class is almost over, can you wait? “I’ll let you go if it’s an emergency”
Mandy was sitting there with her hand in her crotch writhing in her chair.
Mandy, “OH YES! I’ll wet myself if I don’t go pee RIGHT NOW!”
Mrs. Bruns, “Oh, go right now Mandy, PLEASE HURRY!”
Mrs. Bruns, “Does anyone else have an emergency for the lavatory”.
Several kids meekly held up their hands and Mrs. Bruns immediately sent them all to the lavatory. Mrs. Bruns was still crossed-legged and even had her right foot wrapped around her left calf, legs double-crossed, with her right hand in her crotch now. I had to pee bad and was starting to do a potty dance but I wasn’t about to miss the show my beautiful 1st grade teacher was putting on. Mrs. Bruns had beads of sweat popping up on her forehead and didn’t even notice my desperate predicament because of her own need. She went over the same line five or six times stuttering and fidgeting hand still in her crotch rubbing her pussy through her dress. Riiiiiiig, the final bell, damn why couldn’t this last 5 more minutes. Mrs. Bruns told everyone to leave class and for the last kid to close the door behind him. She looked over at me and said, “Yyou too Jeff it’s time to go”. Man, that was the understatement of the week. At that time, Mrs. Bruns noticed I was doing the pee pee and holding myself dance right along with her.
Mrs. Bruns, “Jeff, y you need to go tinkle really bad don’t you, you sssure look l like it”.
Me, “Yes mam, but what about … “.
Mrs. Bruns with a mild stern tone, “Jeff please! we’ll cover that tomorrow. Now go!, before you pee on the floor”. She was bouncing up and down in her chair back to shaking her foot, with lines of sweat running down her face. I smelled an intoxicating mixture of sweat and perfume emerging from her as I apologized and ran out, took one last long look at this absolutely desperate woman, and raced for the boy’s room. The children’s facilities were near by but the men’s and lady’s lavatories were down a long hallway and around the corner and teachers weren’t allowed to use the children’s rest rooms. Well, I had a wet spot the size of my fist and a few dribbles ran down my right leg to my knee when I finished up my business. The pee stain showed in my light gray slacks but it would dry enough to pass by the time I reached home- walking distance. I dabbed myself dry as I could with toilet paper, waited a few minutes, and looked around before leaving the bathroom. I figured Mrs. Bruns already left to take her badly needed pee but I stopped by my classroom anyway. The janitor had just got there with his infamous mop and bucket. The floor around Mrs. Bruns had a huge pale yellow puddle around it and I saw several wet tracks in the shape of high heels leading from her seat to the doorway. As I looked down the hall, I saw a little dribble every 6 to 8 feet for about 30 feet. I walked back inside to my poor teacher’s wooden chair and saw a mini puddle about ¼ cup in it. Wow! Mrs. Bruns peed her pants. Janitor, “Hey kid! Get out of here, you don’t need to see this … damn, you look like you didn’t make it either”. I about jumped out of skin peed another squirt in my pants, and backed out looking at that puddle on the floor and her chair as the janitor mumbled to himself, “Ain’t enough these kids peeing on the floor now the teacher’s doing it too. Third time this year starting with that intern Miss Thomas”. I wished I saw that, Miss Thomas was a hot little redhead that wore short skirts and tight blouses. When I reached the corner, Mrs. Bruns slipped out of the Lady’s room her head bowed in shame with a wet spot where she clutched herself in vain to postpone the flood. I noticed her pantyhose were off and I smelled a faint odor of urine mixed in with perfume and sweat.
Me, “Mrs. Bruns, are you OK”. She was in tears.
Mrs. Bruns a bit startled as she covered her wet spot on the front of her dress, “Yeah honey, oh dear! You couldn’t wait either … I I mean … uh, please don’t tell any of the other children but I know you saw me fighting to make it through class”. “I had to go tinkle and was having a hard time making it to the bell ”. I , I, tttried to hold it with all my might and wait” “I couldn’t hold my water … I’m ashamed of myself, I’ve been a big baby”, she sobbed. A few more tears ran down her cheeks and her lower lip was quivering.
Me, “You did make it to the bell and I did too, we just couldn’t make the lavatory. You have so far to walk”.
Mrs. Bruns, forcing a little smile, “I didn’t even make out of the class. I was starting to wet a little in my panties when I chased you out of the room. “Then I just sat there leaking until peed my pants a moment later”. “The worst part was I had to call the janitor to come mop up the puddle, he’ll know it was mine”. I walked behind her and saw a big wet spot on the seat of her light blue skirt. She stood there frozen for about 10 seconds then flushed beet red and dribbled some more pee. Some of it ran down her shapely legs but a trickle went straight to the floor forming a coffee cup size puddle. I guess this tickled me because I let a big squirt out this time at the same time as Mrs. Bruns. Mrs. Bruns did a very sexy potty dance while sucking air through tightly clenched teeth, “Jeff! Don’t look, please don’t look I have to pee again Oh No! I’m peeing in my pants again”. She crossed her legs as she bobbed up and down but it was no use let go with a tell tale hiss about 15 seconds long. God!, where did it all come from. Mrs. Bruns uncrossed her legs, looked down at a her puddle, now about 2 feet across and starting to run toward the lady’s room door a few feet away and starting to break down in a cry. She knelt down to a squat position and peed another 3 or 4 seconds crying out of control now. I got a beaver shot of her panties. They were a wispy white except for a yellow wet spot in the crotch and I could see her pussy lips right through them. They were also wedged up between her legs showing off a dark brown patch of pubic hair. I’d gladly piss myself in high school for a sight like this. The whole front of my pants and the inside of my right leg to my ankle and my left to my knee were now soaked.
Me, “I’m really sorry Mrs. Bruns, I didn’t mean to make you pee again”. Just then we both heard women’s voices from inside the women’s room and they were heading toward the door. Mrs. Bruns swung her head toward the door and gasped then said, “Fuck”. I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the bathroom door.
Me, “Comon we gotta get out of here before they see us” I dragged and pulled her to the exit around the 2nd corner and outside.
Mrs. Bruns in a panic stricken voice, “What the fu… oh Jeff, I’m so sorry. I have no right to act and especially to talk that way in front of you”. Mrs. Bruns was regaining her composure. “I scared you so bad you wet your pants”. She gave me a long hug.
Me while in her apologetic embrace, “It’s OK you couldn’t help it, it was an accident and I already wet mine earlier and you were upset”. “I won’t tell on you it’s our secret”. The smell of our pee was over whelming in the 80+ heat outside.
Mrs. Bruns, “That’s sweet of you, tell you what I’ll give you a ride home”. Mrs. Bruns lived down the street from and was good friends with my mother. She would give me a ride home when it was raining out. We walked around the corner I walked behind admiring the wet spot that now ran from the seat of her skirt to the hem a few inches above the knee. Mrs. Bruns saw my dad’s car in the driveway when we turned up our street. I looked down and my pants were obviously wet, so she took me to her house to get cleaned up first. She called my mother and explained she was cooking diner for me for helping her after class. Mrs. Bruns had a 7 year old niece she babysat regular so she lent niece, Karen’s clothes, to me while she washed mine. The only thing of Karen’s out of the hamper was a pair of white tights, tee shirt, and a pink leotard. I went to put the trash out, side of house, for Mrs. Bruns and found her pee stained panties in the bathroom trashcan. They smelled of pussy juice and urine what a find. I still have them to this day.
As I said earlier Mrs. Bruns knew what it felt like to desperately need to pee but was in a situation where she couldn’t go to the lavatory.
My teeth are floating now, an accident is near. Anyone else out there about to piss their pants.
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