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
