Posted by wetfraser on October 27, 2000 at 19:26
A few weeks ago, I was out of town at a conference and had some extra time to spend
touring the city of Toronto, one of my favorite towns. I had planed to get myself into
some despiration situations but did not quite plan to have it turn out as it did.
I left the hotel one evening early for dinner and to to a bit of bar hopping,
wearing a pair of very tight fitting low rise well worn jeans. These are
a pair that I have peed in, so they were just right it the situation came up.
After dinner, which I was holding the few beers and a large glass of tea
I went to hit some bars. Walking down the street, which was crowded, I
really needed to pee badly. I could almost walk no furthur as I arrived at
a nightclub. As I walked in, it was dark and the music was lound. I did not quite
feel ready to get my jeans wet yet, so I headed to the washroom. When I found it, I was in
quite the need and could no longer hold it. The problem was that it was occupied and locked.
I needed to do something to releave the pressure, so I let go a bit, whic hended up
soaking the front of the jeans and running down my legs. I really soaked them, and
with then deceided that I might as well continue pissing these jeans in the
darkness of the club, so I walked back to the bar area, enjoying the wetness. I ordered a few
beers and watched the dancers on the floor, all this time continuing to
keep myself very wet.
After about 2 hours or so, and still staying quite wet, I called it a night and
left the bar. My car was only a 1/2 block from here, so leaving the bar
with obvioulsy soaking jeans did not pose a problem, and even if someone noticed, so what.
I got back to the hotel parking lot and got out and when to my room, where I found I had a major problem.
Since these jeans are tight and have no rear pockets, I had not taken my wallet and
left my room key inside the room. Now I had to walk thru the lobby
and ask the night desk clerk to give me a second key. This was going to be a problem.
I figured there was not much I could do, so off to the lobby I walked. I walked up to the desk and
asked the cute night clerk if she could give me a second key. I had to pull
out my drivers license from my obvioulsy soaked jeans and show her that I was
who I said. She said nothing about my jeans, but was very pleasant and then
started a conversation with me. She asked about me and my day, where I was from,etc. All this time
I noticed she was letting her eyes stare at my very tight and revealing soaking wet jeans.
After about 5 minutes of conversation, I, since I needed to pee again, let go just a small amount,
which of course, made a small dark shinny spot in my jeans again. I know that she noticed this
as her eyes dropped down again to my jeans. She, however kept up the conversation
without even missing a beat.
After about 15 minutes I told her I could use an early morning wake up
call, and we parted with a smile and her wishing me a good nights rest.
I got back to the room and went straight off to bed, with wonderful thoughts
and dreams
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