Michelle

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Peeing in a business Suit

True experience originally posted to Watersports Forum

Actually, it's all Lloyd's fault!

He suggested that peeing in a uniform was especially sexy and a business suit 
counts as a uniform.  OK, so its Friday , May 24th.  I don't get to wear a 
business suit often, but today there's a meeting with the great and good, and 
the Prof. wants me along for moral(?) support, also, I suspect, to show a bit 
of leg to the same great and good so they don't ask too much about our 
budget.

My business suit does show a fair bit of leg.  It's pale green, neat jacket, 
skirt mid-thigh (long by my standards) but very tight.  Also I wear a neat 
white blouse, sheer black hold-ups and green, high heeled shoes.  For the 
benefit of the curious (or randy) a black lace bra shows through my modest 
blouse, but only in certain lights, and the kinda interesting panty line on 
my tight butt is caused by a pair of matching tanga panties.  It's called 
power dressing.  I'm a neat, efficient young woman, no bimbo, but I know I'm 
being looked at.

It's a sunny day, warm in the meeting, and I drink a lot of water.  Over at 
last.  I decide not to visit the john, but go instead to a mall some distance 
away from where I usually shop, and where I ain't at all sure if there's a 
washroom.  In all the best traditions, I'm not doing anything 'deliberately', 
but I sure as hell am putting myself in a position where I'm likely to have 
an 'accident'.  Almost lose my nerve.  Most of my wetting's been done in 
private, on a man's knee or in bed during sex.  I've arranged accidents in 
crowds at outside pop concerts once or twice, usually in jeans or a little 
mini.  But in a mall, in the middle of Friday evening shoppers, in a business 
suit?  I look for the washroom.  Can't find it.  I'm pushing my thighs 
together, sticking my hand between them.  Find I'm sexually aroused an 
desperate to pee.  Can't, not here.  Run to uncovered part of mall.  Stand on 
grass beside flower bed.  Feel the first dribble.

OK, Michelle, your gonna do it so do it right.  Nice loud voice, 'oh my God, 
I can't hold it!  I'm wetting myself!  I can't believe I'm doing this!'  
Wiggle for audience.  Part legs.  Can't, skirt too long, don't have time to 
work it round my waist, too tight.  Push hand into crotch.  Crouch down just 
slightly, legs tight together.  First spurt.  It runs down the back of my 
skirt and out, skirt acting like a funnel.  I know my bum's wet, and there's 
a damp spot at the front where I'm pushing with my hand.

Female voice, 'look at that woman, good Lord, she's wetting herself!'  
Climax!  Pee pours out, mostly on the ground, but my skirt and stockings are 
saturated, and some of it wicks up on to my blouse.  Empty bladder.  
Trembling with excitement, from the intensity of my orgasm, and from a cold 
May breeze.

Right, sweetie, you've had your fun, how exactly are you getting home?  
You're sodden with pee, are you gonna sit in your automobile like that?

'Excuse me.'  The guy ain't brash, or grinning, seems more embarrassed than I 
am.  'Can I lend  you my coat?' he asks.  Chivalry ain't dead.  I accept 
gratefully.

'How're you getting home?' he asks.

'Don' know,' I decide a ladylike tear wouldn't go amiss.  'Got my auto, but 
can't drive like this.  God, I can't believe I just peed myself!'

'Terrible things bladder infections.  Had one myself recently.  I'll drive 
you home in your car, then come back here for mine.  I'm Gavin, by the way.'

'Thanks, that's sweet.  I'm Michelle.  Sorry about this.  Usually I can 
control it during the day, though I have to take precautions at night.'  Was 
that a little twitch in his genital area I saw?  Interesting....

So he drives me home, plastic bag on his seat.  I expect him to come in, 
claim his 'reward'.  Seems nice.  May just give it to him.  No, he stops at 
the door.

'You'll want to be alone to clean up, Michelle.  I'll  take my coat, though.  
Don't worry, it'll clean.  Dinner tonite?  Pick you up at eight.'

A true gentleman, don't get many of them in a packet of cereal!  I strip out 
of my wet things and get into a bath.  Lookin' forward to my date.

Dinner date.  I got a real sexy gown, satin finish, blue to match my eyes, 
too much cleavage to wear a bra with, and real, real short.  So short I gotta 
wear panties of the same color and material, and sheer blue pantyhose.  Hmm, 
may not be the world's prettiest, but I get looked at.  Gavin's jaw drops, 
can't keep his eyes off me.  Manages to keep his hands off me, mostly, like I 
say, a real gent.  Surprised when I don't drink alcohol or coffee and eat 
vegetarian, not what he expects from a woman dressed like I am.  Thighs rub 
under the table.  We dance.  Slow.  He cups a hand round my little ass.  I 
fill it with a squirt of pee.

'Oops!' he says.

'What is it?'

'You just wet yourself.'

'Oh no!  Didn't even feel it.  God, Gavin, I'm sorry.'

'Not your fault, love.  Best go to the ladies, then I'll take you home.'

Wet panties and pantyhose in a plastic bag in my purse.  Spare panties.  This 
dress is daring with matching lingerie, over a red lace g-string it's totally 
OTT!  I love to be looked at!  Good girl, don't pee in his car, though I'm 
displayin' the goods and makin' it clear where tonite's gonna end.  I'm 
flirty, ask him to carry me over the threshold, then make some drips on the 
doorstep as he lifts me.  Nice.  Leave him to get coffee.  Go change.  Top 
from transparent baby doll night-dress.  Bottom...

'Gavin,' I say, 'ever made love to a woman in diapers?'

We are on the bed, he's using tongue and fingers on my nipples.  I frig 
myself inside my diaper, cum, wet hard, so he hears the pee rattling into my 
plastic panties.  He pushes his cock hard against the plastic, pulls at the 
leg, fucks me as I saturate myself.  Quick but intense.  He shoots off.  I 
orgasm.

The bed's wet.  He changes it, then bathes me, powders me, and changes me 
into clean, fluffy diapers.  I fall asleep in his arms.

Wake up.  I'm dry.  I use baby gear as a sex aid, but amn't a real AB, don't 
suck bottles, play with toys or wet in my sleep.  He's stirring, in more ways 
than one.  I use my mouth.  Best alarm clock in the world.  Full, deep throat 
fellatio.  He cums in my mouth, I swallow, and soak my diaper.

This time I bathe and change myself.  He seems embarrassed.  Yep, know the 
signs, make it easy for him.

'Thanks, Gavin,' I say.  'My boyfriend isn't really into diaper love.'

His relief is obvious.  'My girlfriend likes it sometimes,' he tells me.  
She's visiting relatives, but she'll be back tonite.'  

Meanwhile, I've been dressing.  There are some outfits a very bold girl might 
wear to a party, like skin tight white pants over black tanga panties and 
translucent white halter top over nothing at all.  He honestly thinks it's my 
everyday wear!  His erection is pushing at his pants, but I kiss him gently 
and shoo him away.  Got no grudge against his girlfriend and she'll expect 
him to welcome her home tonite.

Then I change into sensible clothes, do a washing, and clean my flat.  
Saturday nite I spend writing up a report, reading some books, and having an 
early nite with a cup of chocolate to keep me warm.

Now, that's definitely Tinker's bad influence!

Love,

Michelle