I spent the day at home, wearing white cotton panties, black tights, and a short pink frilly cotton nightie.
I pottered around drinking several cups of tea in the morning, only popping out once (i did momentarily slip a dress on for this), to post a letter.
It was on my way back from this errand that I got a sudden, overwhelming desperation and urge to pee.
I was walking down the road trying hard to hold it in and focussing on getting back as quick as possible, but every step became difficult.
So I decided that tactically, it might be good just to let a bit go.
As soon as I set my mind on that decision, my body gave in and i felt a spurt of hotness soak my crotch. My warm knickers instantly clung to my skin, and i felt a stream run down my left leg between my thighs.
People brushed past me without noticing, and i thought I'd gotten away unnoticed. I was approaching my home. But without warning, a small torrent of pee spurted out of me for a second time, filling and overflowing my underwear instantly, and saturating both legs of my tights with wet patchy streams that finished below the length of my dress. I had to get home!
I quickened pace, avoided eye contact with passers by, and made it!
Still full of fluid, i took my dress off, put my nightie on, and made my way to my bathroom, and stood in the bath with my hands above my head - lifting my nightie slightly. Then I let go of it all.
It felt incredible. I love the hot rush of relief, i love feeling it travel all the way down my legs to my feet, feeling it pool around them in a warm puddle. I peed so hard and fast that streams of it escaped the fabric of my tights and splashed around the bath.
All wet and satisfied, I stepped out onto a bathmat (making huge, dark, pee footprints as i went!) and crawled into bed still in my soaked clothes, on top of a towel.
I took a nap.
Later in the evening, with another round of drinks in me, I knew I had to go again. I had almost totally dried out when napping - and if i didnt smell just a little bit pissy, you'd never have guessed what i'd done earlier.
With a full and slightly swollen bladder, I again made my way to the bathroom.
This time, I squeezed my legs tight tucking my cotton nightie between them with my hand, and gushed pee all over it. It soaked up to create a dark pink wet patch at the front, and saturated my knickers and tights for a second time. I couldnt stop touching myself, touching my pissy wet nightie, and slipping my hands down my pants.
I knew what I wanted to do next. I pulled the shower curtain around the bath, and turned the water on hot. I stood under it and soaked myself through. Every inch of me, my skin, my nightie, my hair, my knickers was sopping wet with pee and hot water. I closed my eyes imagining the shower was a waterfall of warm golden pee too.
I like days spent at home.
xxx
