Posted by Ruger on October 24, 2000 at 10:52
Ruger,
I need to share this with someone.
As part of an expert panel on Computer Security, I showed up at a local hotel after the lunch break at around 2 pm. I had driven from my office and had planned to go right home from the hotel, as it was only several miles from my townhouse. I had a 30 minute presentation scheduled at 3pm. As usual, everything was running late and my presentation didn't go off until 3:45. We had a break afterwards where I was able to catch up with some colleagues who I had not seen for quite sometime. A panel discussion was the last item on the agenda, of which I was a member. This was supposed to run from 4:00 to 5:30, but started later.
The discussions were rather lengthy and un-interesting. However, halfway through, I realized that I had not visited the ladies all afternoon. As the discussions wore on, I lost concentration on everything that was being said. My urge to pee was dominating my thoughts. I couldn't exactly excuse myself as I was seated at a table in the front of the conference room with 100 or so people staring at us. You know, I'm usually rather long-winded, but trust me, I was short and to the point when it was my turn to speak. Finally, at around 6:30, the chairman decided to wrap it up.
I packed my notes into my briefcase, looking for a quick escape. Unfortunately, I was trapped into saying goodbyes to a few of my colleagues. One of the attendees approached me to discuss one of the points of discussion. I told him that I had another appointment, handed him a business card and asked him to call me tommorrow.
I finally got out of the conference room and looked for the restroom. There was none in the immediate area. I was in the wing of the hotel, and not being familiar with this hotel, assumed that the ladies was near the main foyer. That was a pretty good hike down the hallway. My car was right outside of an exit located near where I was standing. I made a snap judgement to hold it until I got home. I was only 5 or 10 minutes from home, surely I could hold it til then. I quickly packed myself into the car and took off.
This was an unusual way for me drive home and what I didn't realize was that there was a hell of a lot more traffic on this side of the city. My 5 or 10 minutes went by and I was still sitting in traffic backed up for several blocks. My urge to pee became very painful. I could feel the band of my pantyhose cutting into the top of my extended bladder. My excrutiating need to urinate was the only thing that I could think of. I tried diverting my attention to other things. When traffic moved forward, I could concentrate on driving and my need became somewhat secondary. But, we stopped again. A sudden wave came over me to relieve myself. I could not believe the fear of wetting my pants. I became hot, shaky, sweating profusely. I squeezed my thighs together, tighter and tighter, careful not to leave my foot off of the brake pedal. I wanted to put my hand between my legs, but couldn't, as the skirt of my business suit was to tight when sitting. I thought of pulling my skirt up, but was afraid to part my legs. I swear, tears came to my eyes. As quickly as this wave came, it passed. What a relief, still painful, but I was back in control.
Traffic began moving again, I wasn't too far from home.
As we inch along, I see what the problem is. Up ahead, a policeman is directing the traffic. Nothing can screw up city traffic, like a policeman directing it. I'm really worried that I'll get another strong urge to pee. My abdominal muscles are sore, tired and I came very close to peeing in my pants. I have always been able to hold my pee. But, I have never had to go this bad. I did pee in my jeans, at 14, but there was a bunch of us girls laughing, my bladder was full, and I embarrassed myself. But that was different.
The cop stops traffic in our direction. I was so close to getting through the intersection. It was a matter of seconds. Another urge to relieve myself. This one stronger than the last. I'm about to burst. The pain, shaking, sweating all come back. Squeezing my legs is not enough. I throw the car into park. I bounce up and down on my seat. I seriously consider just giving up. I can't, so many reasons rush through my head. The car seat, the embarrasment of telling my husband, ruining my skirt, the overall humiliation. I look for something to pee into, a cup. Nothing there, impossible anyway. I am so mad at myself for not going before leaving the conference, I should have known better. I'm actually screaming at myself in the car, pounding the steering wheel. I wonder if anyone is watching me through the drivers window. A demure business woman, bouncing up and down, screaming, pounding the steering wheel. All of a sudden, I get what I can only describe as and incredible hot flash, my body feels limp, heat centers in my crotch as I feel hot liquid spread between my inner thighs, downward toward my buttocks. Oh my god, I am pissing my pants, I think to myself. I regain control. The sweats and shaking, again, stop as quickly as they started. I'm still in pain.
We're moving again. I'm through the intersection. I give the policeman the idiot look. I actually feel better, the squirt of pee seems to have given me some relief. I pull into our parking garage, park, grab my breifcase and purse. I run over to the elevator. As I wait, another urge to relieve myself comes over me. I hope noone else is in the elevator, just in case. The elevator arrives, I have 12 floors to go. Again, the sweats and incredible pain. This time, I jam my hand between my legs, and walk in a circle in the elevator. My crotch is wet and I make a face as my hand grabs into the wet underclothing. The elevator arrives at 12. I remove my hand to grab my house keys. I struggle to get the key in the door. It's tough when you're dancing around. I throw open the door, my husband has heard me and is standing there to greet me. I practically knock him over, not saying anything, drop my purse and briefcase on the floor, and run knockneed toward the bathroom. With one quick movement I throw my skirt and slip up, pull my pantyhose and panties down in one motion. Pee comes immediately in a gusher of a stream. I almost pass out in relief. I realize that I put a fingernail through my pantyhose as I ripped them down. I don't care.
I look up. My husband is standing there looking at me in disbelief as I had left the bathroom door open in my rush. He asks if I'm OK. He wasn't sure what was wrong. I realize that, in 8 years of marriage, this is the first time that my husband has watched me pee, or poop, for that matter. We have always done our businesss in private. I feel a little strange. I'm still peeing torrants as I assured him that I'm OK and only had "a little emergency". I realize that he is looking at my panties and pantyhose which are bunched above my knees. The crotch and behind of my light blue panties, are dark blue. I get embarrassed, cover my face with my hands, rub my eyes, look at him, try to manage a smile and tell him that I had to pee really bad. He smiles back. I'm still peeing, dripping now into the toilet water.
He walks toward me, reaching for my hands, to pull me off the toilet. I stop him, I'm not done yet. Another stream of pee is coming out of me, not as strong. My husband comments, "Wow, you really did have to pee". My stream is finally dribbling to a stop. My husband reaches for my hands. I stop him, as I bend over to pull my wet underthings off. He stops me and grabs my hands. I give up and let him pull me up, not yet sure of his intentions. He reaches over and flushes the toilet. He leads me toward the bedroom, my pantyhose and panties around my knees. We walk slowly, pigeontoed. I'm teetering on my high-heels, it's almost comical.
We get to the bedroom, he sits me on the bed. He slips my high-heels off. A slight foot aroma arises as you would expect from a woman stuffed in high-heels for 10 hours. He carefully pulls my pantyhose down toward my ankles. I told him not to worry about them, there's a hole in them. He remains gentle with them. He holds them up and smiles as he shows us both the transparency in the tan hose where my pee wet them. He then slides my wet panties down. I feel the cold wetness of the crotch on the inside of my calves and ankles. It feels icky. He fondles the panties, holding the saturated crotch up. I tell him to stop. I remember that he had bought these panties in a set for x-mas several years ago. Light blue with lace on the sides. We had fun with them back then but they were a bit ragged now. All of a sudden we're having fun with them again. He slides my white slip off and again holds it up to show the wetness. I am suddenly concerned for my skirt. I hope that I didn't stain it. The car seat wasn't wet so I didn't think that I had peed through it. He pulls my skirt down. The silk lining of the skirt is wet. He flips it over. The outside of the skirt is dry. Thank goodness the skirt was a light tan, somewhat see through, which required the slip. Probally, saved the skirt.
My husband removed my jacket, unbuttoned and removed my silk shirt, undid my bra and began kissing my nipples. I felt his tongue moving down my stomach toward my groin. I stopped him as I realized that I hadn't even wiped myself after peeing and that I was still damp after peeing in my panties. He said don't worry, he'll clean me. I said eeee to myself, this quiclky turned into aaaahhhhss as his tongue carressed my sweetspot. He began penetrating me with his tongue, at first gently and then, feverishly. I came close to orgasm and tried to pull him up as I wanted him in me. He continued his oral assualt until I quivered in complete ecstasy.
I barely rested from this, when he moved himself up and began slowly inserting himself in me. He hit every pleasure spot in me for 30 minutes as he thrust furiously. Again, another orgasm.
This was the best sex that we have had in our 8 years of marriage. Two orgasms is more than I've had in the last 18 months. I suspected (actually, I was quite sure) that my wetting accident had turned him on. I didn't, and still don't, quite understand it.
I confirmed my supicion several months later when I manufactured a wetting situation after my husbands' company christmas party. Again, great sex.
I need to learn more about this subject.
Love,
Janet