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Wetting my pants in public
When I was sixteen I was on a bus going home from a party the other side of town. I had had a lot of weak beer and was dying for the toilet, much to the amusement of the three friends who were with me. About five minutes before our stop I just could not wait any longer and I wet my pants thoroughly, pee running off the seat onto the bus floor and trickling everywhere. My friends rubbed me about it but as I walked home I realised that I had, in a strange way, enjoyed the experience.
I just could not stop thinking about it and wanted to repeat the experience. It wasn’t long before I started deliberately getting myself into a desperate situation, often on public transport. so that I would “have accident” again ( though not usually in the company of friends !)
So began a lifetime of wetting for pleasure in all sorts of situations including occasional bedwetting.
Typo. It was 15 minutes, not 5. That was the time it took for the girl to find a book and plop down on the floor in front of me and ask what book I had. I told her “the Cat in the Hat.” Her mom said that was one of her favorites, then whispered “mine too.” Then the girl showed me her book and we went on reading, while I wiggled, squirmed, changed position every few seconds, and finally peed my pants, then sat still. I don’t know why I started crying when the lady asked me if I wet my pants. That surprised me. I didn’t usually do that when I got caught, but it seemed to go right along with the game I was playing, and made it seem more like a real accident. The bathroom was just outside the children’s section. I could see it from where I sat. I passed it on the way out. Several eyes were on me as I left, including library staff. I heard comments, “she wet her pants!” I went back about 2 weeks later and sat in the same place as before intending to do it again, but I was recognized. One of the staff came and made sure I knew where the bathroom was. Then the lady and her daughter came in again and saw me sitting exactly where I was before. She was really sweet and didn’t say anything about it until I brought it up. She asked if I had accidents often. I said yes and she told me I was probably just waiting too long. That was what she saw. She said “that’s what she does sometimes.” I didn’t pee my pants again that time, but I did go to the park afterward and sat cross legged on a bench and did it there. It splashed on the pavement and an older lady sitting on the other side heard it and looked up saw it and started to scold me. I’d obviously done it on purpose, not even trying to pretend it was an accident. Sometimes that was more fun. I didn’t cry this time, but it wasn’t pleasant getting yelled at, being told I should still be in diapers. Afterward though, I thought even that was exciting and also actually did start getting into wearing diapers soon after.
This is one of the best things I have ever read. If you are open to it, I would love to know even more details. Like when you were wetting your pants did it all happen at once, or was it in small spurts that added up? Was your heart racing? Were you small for 15 so maybe she thought you were a bit younger? And also the story about the older lady yelling at you. What did she say exactly? I wish I had the courage to do this. Just such an amazing scenario.
I wasn't really that bold. I chickened out many times, twice at the library which was really scary. This was indoors with more people and one exit, and only the 4th or 5th public wetting I had done. The idea of sitting in the children's section reading a children's book and wetting my pants occurred to me the 2nd time I went there. When I got there the 3rd time I had to go pretty bad already. I'd been there nearly an hour and almost chickened out again before the lady and her daughter showed up. By then I really needed to go and was visibly desperate, which was perfect. I was small, still am, but the youngest she might have guessed was possibly 13, more likely 14. She didn't ask. I don't know what she really thought of me being in the children's section reading a small child's book, but she, having a young child with a habit of waiting too long and having accidents knew all the signs of child that needed to go potty, squirming, rocking back and forth, constantly changing position unable to sit still. She saw me doing all of that until I finally wet, and probably from experience with her daughter she knew when that happened too. It came out all at once because I really couldn't hold it much longer. I just got very still, and yes, my heart was racing! I remember thinking "oh my God, I DID it!" I was so scared. If she had scolded me like I was expecting, I might have reacted differently, but she was very nice and kind of talked to me like I really was a little girl, and that made me start crying. I was surprised at that but it was perfect. Surprisingly she was obviously not shocked that a girl my age wet her pants, but this was one of the things that made it one of my favorite memories.
Going back to repeat the experience was probably not a good idea, I was recognized and even though the staff person was nice about it I felt like I was being watched and probably was. I didn't expect the lady and daughter again, and I didn't want to do it again in front of them, at least not this time. As far as the older lady, this was a totally different scenario. I was kind of expecting the same reaction as the mom, but she was different and I'd obviously done it on purpose. What I remember her saying was "you should be ashamed of yourself! How old are you?" I told her and she got even angrier. She might have thought I was younger. "You're !5 years old ?! And you just sit there and pee in your pants like a two year old? Shame on you! Do your parents let you do that? If you were my daughter I'd beat your ** and make you wear diapers. You should be in diapers!" I really should have cried then instead of the library, but didn't. I got up and walked away though, kind of hating the experience at first, but then realizing I still kind of enjoyed it later on. It was a while before I did it in public again though, but when I could get the nerve up, I sometimes liked wetting my pants like I still just didn't know any better.
The only other thing I have had the courage to do is to tell people about supposed accidents that never happened. I worked at a law firm for a while and one of the lawyers who was about 8 years older than me was kind of a friend/mentor to me. Anyway we both loved Diet Coke and we were always teasing each other about our addictions and once I suggested we have a contest to see who could drink the most Diet Coke in a day. He laughed, being that I was so much smaller than him, and a girl to boot. He boasted a little bit about how easily he would win such a contest. Anyway, I told him the contest was happening and the next morning I started drinking a bunch of Diet Coke. He actually got quite concerned and he and another woman I worked with said it was a bad idea, so it didn't go any further. The next day I went into his office and whispered "the contest ended badly," and I couldn't stop my cheeks from getting all pink and I couldn't make eye contact with him. He turned his chair towards me and asked, "Why? What happened?" I whispered I had had an accident, and he broke into laughter (but somehow in a kind and sympathetic way). I fled his office back into mine and he called out, "That's terrible!" Again, he said it kindly. He later sought me out and said he felt badly about what had happened. I said, "Oh no, Why do YOU feel badly? I did it to MYSELF!" He said he felt like he had goaded me into it. He asked me if I was okay now and when I bleakly said I was the worst, he chuckled and shook his head and said, "No... you just needed to... learn." He teased me about it a couple of times afterwards. For whatever reason, it felt almost as good as a real accident to have this secret with him and to know he believed me and had probably pictured a whole scenario. I don't know if he saw it this way, but it made me feel kind of cute, like a little girl who thinks she is big, but finds out that she's really just little when she has an accident.
It is perfect. I love that you were sitting on the carpet and squirming. Such a cute situation. This is very inspiring to me. Looking back, I have had a lot of missed opportunities that I wish I had taken advantage of. An example is that when I was 19 I had surgery and was in the hospital for 2 nights. I honestly had to pee almost constantly because of all the IV fluids they were giving me, and at one point I said to a nurse, "I'm scared I'm going to pee the bed." I hoped she would reassure me that accidents can happen and it would be no big deal. But instead she seemed a bit shocked/stern and said in alarm, "Well don't pee the bed!" This put me off and of course I chickened out. But in hindsight, I wish I had wet the bed as heavily as possible and then I would always have that memory of being the girl who had peed her pants and her bed and I would have been able to know everyone's reaction to it.
Yeah, it helped in this situation and others to wait until I really had to go very bad because the squirming was genuine and I didn't have to act. There was also a kind of secondary experience after wetting my pants. I was still in public with wet pants (usually shorts) and could be seen in them. Sometimes I liked to be caught just being wet even if they didn't see me do it. You were pretty bold to wet the bed next to your boyfriend (if that was your post). I don't think I would have done that. I tried as best as I could to keep this sort of thing from people I knew.