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....
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