Forced to piss a puddle at work!

At the moment I’m working in a small brick building that locks from the outside. It has a coded lock. It’s very basic. I really hate the work, and my boss. It’s completely unexciting and he’s a sexist ass-hat. If only I could wet my knickers for a living!

Anyway. In order to access the toilet block at work, you have to leave the little building where I have my office space, and walk across a yard. It closes at 5pm sharp every day (so does most of the site).  This whole site is essentially a sort of building site while they develop it, and is a good 20 minute walk from civilisation.

If you know me at all, you’ll know I love drinking tea. I drink so much tea at work it’s crazy. I cherish those 3 minute breaks that I take to prepare one. I often have at least one an hour. It means that I live in a constant state of twitchy bladder… but as you may have gathered, that’s quite OK with me ;)

This is a fairly new job of mine, so I haven’t quite figured out how to have secret pissy fun at work yet. I’ve thought about sitting at my desk in nappies (I love the idea of wearing a nappy under a skirt suit!), plastic pants, or just letting a little out at a time so that it isn’t noticeable. But I’m scared of my boss noticing, so I just haven’t taken the plunge yet.

Well… the other day was a super long day. I drank tea until bursting point over and over again, and would trudge over the yard to the toilet block (if only to hide from the ass-hat!) and relieve myself frequently. However, he afternoon got so busy, that I didn’t find a chance to go for a few hours. During that time though, I still had to make my boss cups of tea, and so I drank it myself too. Lots of tea + no wee  = desperate me.

He decided that he would be leaving at 4.30pm. Fine, I thought, ass-hat. I still had some work to do. So I decided, I would work till 4.45pm, and then get the hell out and go home via the toilet block before they locked it all up for the night. I’d have to get all of my work done before that time, and needing a wee so badly would definitely motivate me to work harder and faster.

All afternoon, I had felt my lower tummy get bigger and bigger and grow super tender as my bladder filled up. I was sat there, wiggling myself around in the seat at my desk, sitting with my foot curled under my crotch – looking forward to a peeing. The more I thought about it – the more I felt like I deserved a reward – so I thought – when I go for a pee – I’m going to let the hissy torrent rush all over my hand in the loo. I love doing that when I can’t have any other kind of fun. I just like it feeling hot and having it run between my fingers and spray all over my legs. Anyway, I digress…

So time ticked away – and I counted down the minutes to my boss leaving, and then my reward pee. I was working hard, but having to use most of my concentration and will power to keep my pee contained.

Every accidental swivel of my chair, every slight touch of my body on the desk – all felt like punches in the bladder. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t type and I couldn’t face another swig of tea or water for fear that I would just deflate and wet everything, everywhere!

Then he left! The Ass-hat left! Hurray! I told myself to give it two minutes, to make sure he leaves – and then I’ll run to the loo because I can’t wait any longer.

So I did. I actually waited a full 5 minutes – I didn’t want to bump in to him in the car park.. as soon as I get up and uncross my legs, there will be no stopping. I don’t want to piss myself in front of him as he leaves.

I waited, then when it was time, I waddled to the door, trying to figure out how quickly I could get across the yard now I was stood up.

I pulled on the door and it was jammed. I pulled harder, and again. Nothing. No movement. I realised pretty quickly that my boss had locked me in from the outside. He had either pulled the lock on in a second nature way, or this was a sick joke. The onset of panic made my desperation double… no triple, instantly. I suddenly felt completely out of control of what was going to happen. I squeezed my legs together and plonked myself down on the floor as quickly as possible. I had no way out. The windows are high and small. But maybe there were other people left in the yard, I thought. I stood up again, and grabbed my crotch so very hard. I pressed my index finger against my piss hole, trying to block the flood that wanted to escape.

I shuffled to the window which, if you stand a certain way, you can just about see the yard. I yelled. There was no one – they had all closed and left early. Were they all in on some joke? I couldn’t believe it. I was completely alone on site locked in a building. I had an absolute ocean of piss ready to ruin the office I worked in.

I grabbed the phone and called my boss. No answer. I left a voice mail with a quivery voice. I was shaking now – I needed to pee so badly it made me feel like I was going to be sick. I sent him a text message. My crotch hurt from grabbing it so hard with my hand. I desperately looked around the office for something to piss in. The only thing was a full water dispensing bottle. I thought maybe I could throw the water out of the window and piss in that? If only I hadn’t put the empty one outside. There’s no way I would be able to lift that up to the high windows. Also… how would I explain that to my boss?

I thought I could pee in my tea mug. But as soon as the hot stuff starts coming out of me, there’s no way I can stop… and I was so desperate I feel like I could fill 100 mugs.

Another idea I had was emptying the drawer of my desk and pissing in that… then emptying that out of the window. I threw all of my notes and stationary out of the desk onto the floor. I didn’t care if my boss came back and found me doing it, I though. In fact… I was going to squat over the drawer on the floor, look at his face as he walked into the building, and tell him it’s his fault his office is pissy. But my little fantasy wasn’t to be… the drawer was poorly made wood with lots of gaps.

Then my phone vibrated. It was my boss. He was already ages away from the place – and instead, would send a nearby colleague to let me out – but apparently he would be at least an hour.

As soon as I read that last bit, I started peeing myself. I couldn’t help it. It was defeat. No matter how well I had plugged my peehole with my finger, it was leaking everywhere. What started as a small wet patch of leakiness in my knickers, grew huge and soaked my tights instantly.

I just gave in. I let it stream out at 100 miles an hour down my legs and into my shoes. My pee puddled in my shoes and splattered all over the office carpet. I tried to slow it down, that certainly didn’t work. So I just bent my knees, squatted down, and angrily let it all out at once. I didn’t care who saw, I didn’t care whether the carpet was ruined, I didn’t care if the ass-hat found out. I let out every single drop and it felt fucking amazing. I didn’t think it would stop. As soon as I was done with one torrent, I had more to give. My whole body felt thankful and weak and happy. I just hovered over my little lake for a while, then dipped my bum down onto the wetness and let it soak through the only bit of my knickers that were still dry. Then, I thought of you! That’s right. I thought I would take some pictures for you. (See my one and only AWFUL picture below... at least you can see how soaked my crotch is)

I took my first picture, then I heard stones creak under someone’s footsteps in the yard, and my heart tried to escape through my throat. My colleague was here – much earlier than I expected. I freaked out, I jumped to my feet and bolted over to the door grabbing my bag and coat on the way. He got the door open really quickly – and without really thinking about how much I must have smelt like piss, or how wet I was – I met him face to face at the door with a sour look on my face. I blocked the entrance to the building, and he smiled and turned to walk away as I turned the light off and shut the door behind us.

It was dark – and so cold outside. So cold that under the yard lights, I could actually see steam coming from my wet tights, shoes and crotch (seriously, I’ve never seen anything like it!). I walked a few paces behind him, and we left the site. He offered me a lift to the station – and I declined – saying thanks, but that I had to make a phone call.

Thankfully, he left without question. And when he was gone, I let myself back in to the site – and crept up to the building again – I unlocked the door and left it open slightly.

Then I walked home, in the dark, all wet and pissy and happy. I lay on my bed when I got there, and my wetness warmed up again. I pissed some more and soaked my sheets and bed, then pleasured myself over and over all evening.

The next morning, I got to work early. Just before my boss. When he arrived – I explained that I must have accidentally left the lock off the door with all of the drama the night before – and that the nearby foxes had obviously got in and found my left over lunch in my drawer, and then made a mess of the place.

I got a bit of a telling off for leaving the lock off… but he swallowed my story and I sat there feeling very happy with myself and wearing my dried out knickers from the night before.

I’m definitely going to be having more fun at work now. 

xxx 

Long Wet Summer

It's been a while, hasn't it?

I've been very quiet on here for a few months - that's because I've moved cities and started a new job! 
I've still been having a lot of wet fun though, don't worry about that.

I was at work the other day, and caught myself daydreaming. It went like this... 

I was at home, hurriedly packing a rucksack for a night away. I was wearing little white cotton panties and a lacy white bra hidden underneath a black, full body, tight leather jump suit (you'll see why in a minute). On my feet - white frilly ankle socks tucked within tough leather ankle boots. 
I raced around my house - finding my toothbrush, phone, money, a little white dress and my keys whilst gulping frantically at the second gigantic cup of tea that I'd made a little earlier (why do I only have vase like mugs?). 
With my rucksack packed, hot tea inside me, and the door locked, I left the house. 
It was a warm day, so I was already feeling the leather cling to my sticky, mostly naked body.
I walked over to my motorcycle, unlocked my helmet, and started her up. Rucksack on back, legs either side of a big squidgy seat, I set off! 
I had one stop to make just outside of the city. 
I knew that not going for a quick wee before leaving the house would make things difficult, and that reality was made clear with every little bump in the road. I could feel that little twitch in my bladder and every muscle between my legs tighten with every jolt.

 I rode faster, and that distracted me a bit. I rode through the city, past lots of people - some that I recognised, but anonymous in my helmet. The thought fleetingly entered my mind that perhaps I could just pee myself as I rode and get away with it, but I decided not to. It was too risky. 

I got to my first destination, the home of a guy I really liked. We were off on an overnight adventure. He knew I was coming, so was equally suited and booted and waiting for me at the gate. I wondered if he might notice my bladder protruding in such a tight jumpsuit, but I don't think he did. I carefully got off the bike, holding it all in masterfully, and gave him a big hug. His body pressed against mine in the embrace and it was an unwanted reminder that I really did need to pee soon.

I held my load it all in with all of my might as I flicked my leg over the bike and started her up. He jumped on the bike with both of our rucksacks, and we set off towards the country side. 

His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, and although not directly on my bladder, the pressure squeezed everything inside of me. Every movement resonated in my super sensitive bladder. I felt like I was going to release all of me pee at any moment and without any notice, and this scared me - I didn't know how he might react.

We stopped at traffic lights on the very edge of the city. I could see fields up ahead, and I was trying to subtly jiggle around to help hold it all in. At every opportunity I had one hand pressed against my crotch. I felt like the signals would never switch to green. 

Then it happened. Amber - and I let the clutch out to pull away... and stalled. The big jump of the bike and the almighty squeeze from my passenger popped my little bladder and every drop of my pee gushed out at once. Like a tap on full. I felt a swell of relief, a pang of pleasure and a wave of panic all at once. I was holding up traffic, and the waterfall of piss meant I couldn't focus on getting the bike started again. The traffic light switched back to red. 

I was surrounded by cars honking. I had a pissy hot pool around my crotch in my leathers. They were so tight that only a trickle was running down and out of each leg. My pool of pee was a huge bulge in my jumpsuit. I didn't want to stand up and show it to the world, but my passenger had just stepped off the bike. He kicked out the stand and offered a hand to help me off. I couldn't do anything. I had to stand up.

I gingerly rose, and felt my bulge swill around inside my suit - it was submerging my panties. They were so wet that they we're drooping down into the pool. I saw the bulge catch his eye. He still had his helmet on, I had no idea what was happening underneath his visor. 

 I swung my leg around and a trail of piss splattered across the back of the bike and the floor. My face, luckily hidden inside my helmet, was so bright red and hot. The car behind stopped honking and watched in horror instead.

A few seconds passed, then, oddest thing happened. My passenger removed a motorcycle glove from his right hand and slowly reached out towards me. I could see he was going for my trapped puddle of pee. He leaned over and flattened his hand, and slowly and gently placed it on the bulge in my jumpsuit, stroking it lightly.

Then his big strong hand gripped as tight as possible around it and twisted really hard. It pulled all of my leathers painfully tight around my body and forced all of my piss to gush down both legs of my suit and splash violently on to the concrete road in a puddle. Some of it pooled in my boots and soaked my white socks. He twisted and twisted until it was all gone. Then he released me and stepped back to gaze as I stood in the middle of a road, in a puddle of my own golden yellow pee. 

Without saying a word, he got on my bike and started it up and nodded his head as if to beckon me onto the back of it. I sheepishly glanced at the cars qued up behind us - most people agog, some repulsed, all quite silent. I squelched over to the bike too, every step with a wet squeak, and sat on the back of it - my skin sloshing around in soaking wet leathers.

xxx

 
 
 

WORKING OUT!

This afternoon I went for a run for the first time in months! It was only a short little outing, but it was fun - and I'd forgotten how much I really like wearing tight lycra.
I donned white lace knickers with a cotton crotch (of course), a white cotton sports bra, a tight black Nike vest top, matching running tights (aptly named - Dry Fit!), a purple running jacket, and white and orange trainers with little white socks.
I always drink at least a pint of water or squash before I exercise, and today was no different. I'd also consumed many drinks throughout the morning, so I was hydrated to say the least, if not a little twitchy. 
I spent 10 minutes stretching, plugged in my headphones, and headed out. After a brisk walk to warm up, I got to the local river and started to jog along the path. The first few minutes were easy, and then I began to sweat! The repetitive jiggling of running was making me want to pee too.
I carried on the best I could, and managed 20 minutes (so unfit!). I finished my run a few steps away from the end of the river path near my home. I was damp and hot all over, and relieved to have stopped. 
My lower body was pretty alive with the feeling of needing a pee, but truth be told, I could have held it a lot longer... I didn't even check if anyone was behind me, I just stopped running, stood still, relaxed and felt a fast dribble of warm piss swill around the front of my knickers and soak through to my running tights. I knew the black colour and fabric would hide a lot of it, but I stopped myself from letting out any more anyway. That was just a little reward for getting my first run out of the way! 
I walked home feeling very wet between my legs and around my bum. I actually rushed home quite quickly because I wasn't sure how much you could see at a distance, the fabric of my tights is very absorbent but quite a light black. 
I stuck to my routine when I got back - I stretched again, drank more squash, and had a little lie down on my bed... crossing my legs to try and contain my wetness.

Then I headed to the bathroom, still fully clothed. I locked the door, took off my trainers, and stood in the bath. I grabbed the waistband of my running tights, and looked down at my socks. Then I completely pissed myself. All at once. A really fast thick stream that split itself down both legs, soaking my clothes in it's wake and warming my legs. I loved watching my crisp white socks soak up with golden pee. I loved looking at the puddle that was getting bigger and bigger and not knowing when it would stop.
When I eventually did finish peeing, I spent some time feeling all of my wetness, running my hands down inside my knickers, and pinging the tops of my socks so that they slapped my ankles with a wet sound. 

Then I just turned the shower on as hot as I could stand, and stood with all of my running clothes on. My clothes got SO wet and heavy very quickly and clung on to every single bit of my body. 
After a little more enjoyment, I hopped out of the shower, popped my soaking pee stained clothes in the laundry, and carried on with my day. 

xxx
 

Kitchen floor fantasy

I keep replaying this fantasy over and over in my head. Each time it gets more detailed. I think I need to make it happen really soon.

I'd be in a kitchen. A really nice, spacious one, with a tiled floor. 

The waste pipe in the cabinet under the sink would be leaking. I'd have tried my best to fix it (I am quite handy, you know), but at the end of my tether I would have called in a favour on a guy who has a great knack for fixing things. 

I'd be wearing a pair of thick nude tights, on top of rich cotton white knickers with frilly elastic edging. The tights would be flattening my knickers close to my body - creasing the fabric in places. 
I'd have a pair of white ankle socks poking out of my dirty white laced up converse sneakers. I imagine this happening on a morning off work in a home environment... so I wouldn't be wearing a bra, but would have pulled on a knee length slightly loose fitting blue denim dress. My hair would be pulled loosely into a messy pony tail, and I would have found little gold charm necklace and a bit of subtle lipstick to throw on too.

It would just be me and him in this place with the kitchen. I'd welcome him with a cup of tea. I'd have one in my hands too - it'd be my 5th that morning, and my bladder would be swollen and full. I wouldn't have peed since the evening before. I'd be at the point where my mind would be racing with instinctual urges to find a toilet (sometimes I need it so much, if I hold it for a long time I can forget that I want to hold it at all, and find myself on the way to the bathroom... I always manage to stop myself in time though).

The lowest point of my tummy would be big too. Only I would be aware of this, what with my dress hiding the bulge a bit, but it would make me very protective about having it knocked or touched. I'd need to pee so much that it would only take a slight nudge for me leak and possibly burst.  

So this guy would pop his tea on the side, get on his knees, twist and slide onto his back, and pop his head and shoulders into the cupboard under the sink. 

While he's under there, we would still chat away. He'd tell me about his new car he's working on, and I'd try my best to respond in an intelligent way, without giving away any hints that I'm distracted or in any way desperate to pee. 

He'd ask me to hand him a tool from his box that's on the draining board of the kitchen sink, right above him. 

So I'd stand over him to get to it, one leg each side of his torso. And although I wouldn't be able to see his face, I'd feel his movement all stop suddenly, realising how I was stood. 

The chat and giggles would die suddenly, and it would be totally silent. At that point, I'd close my eyes, and let go of my tight rigid body. I'd feel my bladder instantly relax, and my first stream of pee escape. A split second spent soaking through my knickers, and then it would splash between my legs, missing my dress, but landing on the man's chest, instantly creating a dark patch on his grey t shirt. 

I would then use every ounce of power in my body to hold in the rest of my pee. It would hurt so much trying to stop at this point, but I would want to make sure I was doing the right thing. There would be an awkward second where the guy wouldn't move, and neither would I. I would be shaking with desperation to let the rest of my pee out. 

Then, his hands would appear from under the sink and would grab both of my ankles either side of his waist. He'd squeeze them really hard. 

And that would be all the encouragement I need to absolutely saturate myself and him. I would push my pee out as hard as possible. It would hiss through my knickers and tights, running down my legs leaving a wet trail. 

Some would head straight for my socks and shoes. The white cotton socks would be a darker with fluid and the canvas fabric of my converse shoes would soak up the pee too. Even the laces would be dripping. I'd feel amazing little puddles of pee collect around my toes in my shoes.

Other spurts would just cascade directly onto my guy. Splashing unevenly over his grey t-shirt. Little back-splashes darkening the denim of my dress. Wetting his bare arms and hands on my ankles. 

The silence would be replaced by dripping sounds of my pee hitting the tiled floor of the kitchen. A big puddle growing underneath him and rolling out across the room between tiles. 

Mid stream, he would slide out from underneath the sink, still holding onto my ankles. My heart would skip a beat, wondering what expression would be on his face. 

As he appeared, he's look kinda stern, with a smile shining through his eyes rather than his mouth. My red flushed face wouldn't have much of a chance to exchange glances, because in a swift movement, he would reach up under my dress, grab the sides of my knickers, tights, and a handful of the skin of my hips in his hands, and force me to squat down on top of his crotch. I'd use my hands to hitch my dress around my waist at the front. He could then clearly see that my waterfall of pee would have a journey of just a couple of inches, between escaping my sodden knickers, and hitting his jeans. It would only be a few seconds of peeing, and his black jeans would be distributing my pee all over his boxers underneath. 

His grip on my hips would be unrelenting until I finished peeing. We'd lock eyes as I pushed out every last drop. I'd be so relieved I'd probably go all wobbly and unbalanced. Thankfully, he'd sense this, and switch one hand to my ass. Grabbing me tightly again. 

As soon as I'd find my balance, I would reach down and frantically rip a hole in my tights. It would be made much more difficult with them being very wet. 

Hole ripped, I'd unbutton his jeans, and slide down the slippy zip. His jersey cotton boxers would be heavy and hot with my pee, and he'd be very hard and excited by this.

I'd free him from his boxers, and slip two fingers to my wet knickers, pulling them to one side, making way for him. 
I'd lower myself down slowly at first, until the warm very damp fabrics of our underwear touched and he was completely filling me up. 
Then we'd enjoy feeling this over and over, bouncing with my wet sneakers and socks either side of his hips, him helping me. Directing me with his grasp on my ass with one hand, and my hip with the other. Grasping so hard that it hurts.

I'd slip my right hand down the waistband of my tights, and into the top of my knickers - just before they part to the side. Then I'd slowly build myself up to an orgasm, enjoying the feeling of the wet cotton panties sticking to my hand. I'd wait until he was ready too, and everything would go blurry and glowing as we climaxed together.

I'd drop my knees to the floor, lean forward, and pull close to him, on the slippery wet kitchen floor, breathing heavily face to face, and enjoying the sticky feeling in my knickers.

xxx

Plastic panties splash!

Hello you! 
Here is my first video post! Just a little snippet of some fun I had in my plastic panties.

I'd been filling them up all day, and found a quiet place outside to lift up my skirt and let it all out! 

I love the splash! 

xxx

Night out!

So let me tell you what happened on my night out.... 

I was celebrating! So this meant drinking. I put on my favourite little black skirt, white tight top, a pair of dark leggings, some sneakers and white ankle socks and I went on a pub crawl. It should also be noted that I had spent most of the day sipping tea (starting to sense a pattern?). I hit my first pub at around 5pm, and with an afternoon consuming lots of tea and water, I already needed to pee! 
I did really enjoy my first cold beer. It went down easily. Then it was on to another pub after a short walk. This was do-able, although I could feel the desperation in my bladder growing.
In the next bar I had two gin and tonics, and a shot of tequila (not all at once... that would be very naughty ;) ). I could feel myself getting twitchy and fidgety, and trying to facilitate being sat down for as long as possible in every social situation... but still, I could just about cope. 
The next bar was just a short walk away. 
I don't know what happened next really, but suddenly, everything kicked in. 
I think the walk, and the surge of alcohol intensified just how urgently I needed to pee. I felt like the only way I'd be able hold it in would be to jiggle around constantly! But I needed to be subtle. I pressed my legs together as i walked and took smaller steps. I was tensing my lower body so tightly so I didn't let even a little trickle out.

The next pub ended up being the last. There werent any seats free, so I stood at the bar... Literally propping myself up! I just wanted to sit cross legged on the floor, with my foot pressed hard up to my crotch to relieve the huge urges that came in all-consuming waves. But of course, that would cause a bit of a scene. 

While someone got the drinks in, I decided the best way to deal with this potentially explosive situation, would be to leak pee very carefully. so that's what I did.

The first spurt into my blue lacey cotton-crotched knickers was ecstasy. For me, nothing beats the feeling of dry fabric that spends all day touching my most intimate parts, suddenly sucking up all of the hot wetness i release. I love feeling it heavy and clingy.

I could feel my pee soak through my knickers, then the next couple of squirts that I managed to hang on to for a few minutes escaped my underwear and bled through to my leggings. I could feel the dark patch grow and grow with each leak. My skirt still covered it. Although it made my desperation a little easier, it took all my energy to not just let go! 

I carried on like this for 20 minutes or so, until I felt a stream of pee rush down my right inner leg. I knew it was time to go immediately! 

I made my excuses and left. I walked down a back alley towards home,only a few metres away from the bar, and stood in a corner with my back against the wall. 

As soon as I let my legs part just a little, I totally relaxed and a huge spray of pee shot out of me, through my knickers and tights, and loudly splattered onto the floor. I kept going and going. The pool around my sneakers glistened in the light from a street lamp... it got me so excited. 

I was nervous people would pass by, so i squeezed out every last drop of warm pee and left my little crime scene very quickly. 

I had to walk along a busy street under the glow of shop lights. I could see the thick streaks of pee and wetness very vividly, so I'm sure others must have too. It got me super excited. 

I eventually got home, and finished the evening thoroughly enjoying myself in my very wet clothes.... 

xxx
 

What happened next?

Hello again! 

I had one hell of a fun and very naughty weekend. 

I need to catch you up on what happened don't I? 

The day I wore leggings:

So, I left this hanging. As one of my previous posts describes -- I was out in public with other people absolutely BURSTING to pee. I hid in a loo and posted a blog about wanting to let it all go in the leggings I was wearing, then have to walk around in public like that. 

I spent SO much time in the loo typing that blog post, I didn't get to do any kind of wetting, I had to just meet people outside and pretend like I was fine and relieved, when really I was crippled with desperation. I decided at that point, that it would be a bit too risky to let any of it go in public... because I needed it so much, I wouldn't have been able to stop - my pee would have gushed out of me and created a gigantic puddle at my feet and that would have caused a huge scene! 

What I did instead, was hold it until I it made me feel consumed with desperation. I was moving with such jagged movements and little dances that I couldnt even pretend like I didn't need to go. So half an hour after my first toilet visit... to people's confusion... I excused myself again.

I went into the bathroom, pulled down my leggings just a little, and at that point my body took over and just let itself release in a mad panic. I felt the heat humidity of my pee hit the fabric of my leggings - right where they should cling to my ass. I perched awkwardly on purpose so streams of pee splashed around the back tops of my thighs and into my knickers. Then I pulled my leggings up mid pee (with a bit of difficulty -- you know how sodden cotten fabric suddenly becomes harder to slide onto your skin), so I was sat peeing through my tights and knickers. It felt wonderful. 

When my sore and stretched bladder was empty, I sat back and admired my work. I ran my hand all around my soaking wet ultra dark patches - especially around my bum. 

I got so hot and excited I had to slip my hand in my knickers and add more thicker and gooeyier wetness to the whole situation. 

After this second long session in the bathroom, I pulled my dress down over the super wet leggings so all the wet patches were covered (although the two fabrics touching meant that it did soak through a little). I left the toilet, reunited with the people I was with, and carried on as if nothing had happened. Hehe!

xxx