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xxtream

I'm a female teacher who has just turned 30, and am proud of the fact that I'm generally regarded as pretty sexy, with my trim figure, shapely ass (so I'm told) and ample but not overly large breasts. I also have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have smiled to myself on a couple of occasions after overhearing some of my young teenage pupils enthusing about my sexiness when they hadn't realised I was approaching.

I am a highly moral person in most respects, with compassion for the weak and downtrodden everywhere. I read the Guardian and am a Labour Party activist, and my colleagues seem to regard me as a highly respectable and principled person.

But I have a naughty secret! You see, I have a secret fantasy about wearing no panties in class, opening my legs whilst sat at my desk, and peeing right there all over the classroom floor in front of my entire class! Of course, if I did that for real word would rapidly spread, I'd be sacked and possibly prosecuted, I'd never get another teaching job again - career over - and I'd be thrown out of the Labour Party for bringing it into disrepute. My name and face would be all over the newspapers too. No, I cannot possibly let that happen. I do sometimes go pantyless in class for my own secret pleasure, but that is about all. And I make sure none of my pupils ever get a glimpse of anything under my skirt.

But although I cannot pee in front of my class I have finally done the next best thing. After all, if I am alone in the classroom who is there to see me do anything and spread the word around?

A couple of days ago at the end of the schoolday, as my pupils rushed out with the universal desire to get out of school as quickly as possible, I too exited the classroom. But after getting to my car and driving off, I realised that the homework I had wanted to mark was still in the desk drawer: I had forgotten it. So I turned around, drove back, and went back into the building. By this time no one was around except for a few teachers in the staff room, but I didn't walk past there. So I entered the classroom unseen, and was about to retrieve the homework when I decided that the peace and solitude of that classroom made it ideal for me to do the marking there. I knew where the emergency key was kept in case I got locked in so there was no potential problem.

As I set to work, with no panties on, I became increasingly aware of the growing need in my bladder. I actually needed a pee pretty badly. A naughty realisation then struck me: not only were there no witnesses, but nobody knew I was here at all! I could get away with fulfilling my fantasy now, albeit without the audience, and no one would ever know it was me who had made the mess on the floor! A frisson of excitement went through me as I made the decision to actually do it.

Pulling the back of my skirt above my ass, I eased myself forward in my chair, opening my legs so that my muff with it's trimmed blonde pubic hairs was positioned over the front edge of the chair. And then I just peed right there under the desk and all over the classroom floor! A gentle hiss and a very loud splashing sound echoed around the room as my piss cascaded down. This was such a total turn on and felt utterly incredible. Waves of pleasure were rushing through me as I peed.

As soon as the last of my pee splashed down I began to frantically rub myself, bringing myself to the best orgasm in years right where I sat.

Once I had recovered my composure, I stood and admired the mess I had made, a huge puddle of yellow-tinted pee covering a large area of the floor. I smirked at the sight of it for a few moments, then just walked out and left it there, aroused by the thought of the cleaner discovering it in the morning.

School assembly the next morning was interesting to say the least. The headmaster ranted about how someone had "done their business" on a classroom floor instead of using the toilet, that this was dirty and unhygienic, and had left a terrible mess for the cleaner. He said that if anyone had any information about who was responsible they should come forward. But I knew no one had seen me. And of course, it never crossed the headmaster's nor anyone else's mind that a teacher had actually done it! I struggled to suppress a smirk at this knowledge, and felt another frisson of excitement as I remembered what I had done.

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xxtream · September 11, 2012

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Okay, So I finally found enough time in my busy life to write a detailed description of my very first sexual wetting experience. I am definitely not an avid writer, so this probably isn't the best piece of literary work you'll find on here, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
- Ash
For as long as I can remember, I've always loved the feeling of being desperate. I have this habit of waiting until the last possible moment before using the bathroom. This has been the cause of quite a lot of close calls throughout the years; Many of which have resulted in damp panties or even a small wet spot on the crotch of my pants. I never minded that though, and always felt a bit naughty afterward, knowing that I did something I wasn't supposed to and nobody around me had any idea. Strangely enough, I never identified this pleasure as anything 'sexual' until one specific incident that happened to me when I was 14 ( toward the end of my freshman year ).
Throughout freshman year, I developed this routine where, instead of peeing when I woke up, I would hold it through the morning and wait until after third period to go pee. This was perfect because it gave me enough time to enjoy my full bladder without putting me at risk for an embarrassing accident. I would then go to my fourth period, which was lunch, drink a lot of liquids, and carry around a water bottle for the rest of the day to make sure I was desperate by the time I got home.
So, the day of my first sexual wetting experience started out just like any other. I woke up, showered, got dressed in the clothes I had picked out the night before, and quickly headed off to school. That day I wore a black spaghetti strap shirt, really tight black and red plaid pants, black converse sneakers, a simple black bra, and a cute black cotton thong with a sexy lace trim. I placed the thong just high enough to be seen peeking over the top of my pants.
Anyway, the day was going on as usual. It was in third period; I was in the back of the class talking to my friends, making fun of the teacher, being a total brat, ( and enjoying the feeling of my ever increasing need to pee ) when an announcement was made over the loudspeaker stating that there was some kind of gas leak within the building, and school was going to let out early. Of course, all the kids were yelling in excitement over the news, and I just sat there quietly, trying to judge my state of desperation, wondering if I should go before school lets out or hold on until I get home. I definitely felt the pressure building up in my bladder, but it wasn't anything urgent. So, thinking that the 20-minute bus ride home wouldn't be too much of a problem, I decided to hold it. Leaving the school, I was felt somewhat nervous and excited at the idea of this private challenge I had given myself.
Well, forty-five minutes later, all the students were out in front of the school waiting for the buses to arrive, and I was beginning to think I made a big mistake. My bladder was aching for relief and I was unable to stand still. Still trying to be discrete, I went from simply swaying back and forth and fidgeting to crossing and re-crossing my legs. At that point, people around me were beginning to notice of my situation, and it dawned on me that a full-blown accident might actually be a possibility. So, acknowledging that I was most likely going to fail this little challenge of mine, I asked one of the teachers if I could go back inside to use the bathroom, but, to my dismay, the doors were locked, and I was forced to suffer.
After nearly an hour of waiting, all the buses had arrived, and the students had all piled in. We were finally ready to leave, and as soon as I was safely in the back seat of the bus, I wedged my hand between my legs and sat in my seat leaning forward. I must have leaked a little because I could feel that my panties were slightly wet. A friend of mine, Megan, found me huddled up in the seat. She had a concerned look on her face and wondered if I was okay. I thought about how pathetic I must have looked and felt my face turn a little red. She saw me desperate plenty of times, but never this bad; It was embarrassing. "I Think I'm going to pee my pants" I finally said, letting out a sort of half laugh, half cry. "Ohh" she replied, now understanding why my body was contorted into such an awkward position. Sitting down next to me, she added, "..Just don't get any on me." That made me laugh just enough to let out a small squirt into my panties. I gasped and jammed both hands deeper between my legs. She gave me a weird look and I just kind of whimpered in response. I tried to discretely feel around my crotch for any sign that my pee had soaked through my pants, but luckily, couldn't feel anything. The rest of the ride was spent in silent agony, thinking that every time the bus hit a bump in the road I was going to completely lose it. What made the ride even more uncomfortable was that I could feel Megan staring at me almost the entire time. She was probably as curious as I was to see if I could make it off the bus without peeing myself.
Finally, the bus reached my stop! After gingerly stepping off the bus and onto my street, I started to get the feeling that I might actually be able to make it home without completely soaking my pants. So, I hobbled down the road toward my house, and everything was going well until I got about half-way up my driveway, and I was hit with a giant wave of desperation! At first, I felt a small squirt of pee shoot out into my panties, then came a larger one! I doubled over as I felt more pee begin to dibble down the back of my leg! The color drain from my body as I thought "This is it! I'm going to have an accident right here in front of my house!" I crossed my legs, closed my eyes and pressed my hand so hard against my vagina that my fingers started to hurt! After a few moments, I stopped the leak a was able to regain my composure. My fingers were really wet, and I knew the damage to my pants had to be pretty bad. I looked down and saw that the crotch of my pants was completely soaked, and I could feel my butt was a little wet and the backs of my thighs had streaks of pee running down them. I ran the rest of the way to my house, and after fumbling with key, I finally made it inside. ( I was so thankful that both my parents were still at work and wouldn't be home for hours. )
As I made my way though the empty house, toward the bathroom, I started to realize I was actually feeling pretty good and sort of confident in a way. I made it to my home, I was alone for the next few hours with nothing better to do,and I was kind of enjoying the feeling of my wet pants. So, I figured "I might as well see just how much longer I can wait." So I turned around and headed back to the living room to turn on the TV.
There I stood, in the middle of my living room, hands firmly pressed against my vagina, swaying side to side, unable to concentrate on anything but the feeling of my wet clothes and my growing level of desperation. It couldn't have even been five minutes of standing there before my poor bladder decided to just simply give out on me without any warning! I thought my body would give some kind of warning sign, maybe a few spurts saying, "hey, Ash! You're about to completely soak your pants, get to a toilet!" however, it gave me none of that. Before I even knew what was happening, I felt the torrent of pee that I had been holding back the entire day flood through my fingers, pour down the backs of my thighs and splash onto the hardwood floor, forming a large puddle beneath me. I thought about running to the bathroom, but something kept me frozen in place. So I just stood there, hand still firmly pressed against my crotch, with an unrelenting flood of pee gushing through my pants. A feeling of immense relief overtook me, and I just closed my eyes and thought about nothing but how great the warmth felt against my skin.
After the tide of pee finally trickled to a stop, I was in a state of shock over what just happened, and I began touching my body, hardly able to believe what I had just done. I slid my hand over by butt and down my soaking wet thighs. Then my hands met my vagina, which was extremely sensitive, even over my pants! I started caressing myself, rubbing myself back and forth, feeling the wave of pleasure begin to build up. After few minutes, I was feeling very unsteady on my feet and needed to sit down, so I looked around, then suddenly had an idea. I took a towel from the bathroom and placed it on the arm of my couch, then climbed on top straddling it, and began grinding my hips in a rhythmic motion. It only took a few moments of grinding before I was completely overwhelmed by a wave of orgasmic pleasure! The ecstasy was unimaginable! I collapsed onto the the couch, completely out of breath and visibly shaking. My eyes became fixed the large puddle of pee I in the middle of the living room. I wanted to just lay there for eternity but knew that I had to start cleaning up.
I gabbed a few towels and started wiping up my mess when I got a phone call from Megan, stating that she raided her parents' liquor cabinet and was coming over. I thought about protesting, but I was just too tired to try and think of an excuse. So I just managed an "Mhmm" before she hung up and was forced to run around and clean up as fast as my body would let me. I grabbed some towels from the closet and quickly soaked up my huge puddle, and threw everything ( including my shoes ) into the wash. Then I took a quick shower and managed to get out just as she arrived. After getting dressed, We both proceeded to sit outside in my backyard and enjoyed the nice spring weather ( mostly because I want her in my house. I was deathly afraid that the entire thing now smelled like pee ).

xxtream

My name is Ellie, and I was an alcoholic. Not a great way for someone who's barely 21 to introduce herself, but at least now I can say was rather than am... at least most of the time. Cut me a little slack though, growing up dirt poor in the big city isn't easy, and I made it through mostly unscathed. Didn't flunk out, didn't get pregnant, didn't get shot, and didn't terminally damage my kidneys, though I came close to a few of those (okay, maybe most of them). However, those are stories for a different time.

At 21, I had mostly turned my life around. I was doing decent in college; had mostly stopped drinking, most of the time; and had met Dan, my first boyfriend who wasn't a gang-banger. But my previous lifestyle had left some marks: after getting my act cleaned up, my doctor (the first I'd seen since early childhood) diagnosed me with overactive bladder syndrome - probably a result of excess alcohol consumption he said, and probably something I'd be dealing with for the rest of my life.

One night while reading online I saw an ad for a new line of "sexy" incontinence underwear. Sometimes it scares me that Google knows I want something before I even know it exists. They actually looked like underwear a normal 20-something year old would wear, although with their decent looks came some trade-offs: they weren't designed to hold much more than very light leaks. That was fine by me. Most of the time I made it to the bathroom fine. When I didn't, I usually didn't leak too much, but when you're out in public, returning from a bathroom break with even a small wet spot is still pretty embarrassing. Needless to say, I ordered a pair to try out.

The next Saturday, Dan invited me out to dinner and to a play that I had really been wanting to go see. It seemed like a very appropriate opportunity to try out my new purchase, especially because I sometimes have trouble staying completely dry for an entire movie or show. Over the new panties I wore some fairly tight faded blue jeans, which I knew from past experienced turned fairly dark when wet. It was great to be able to wear them for once without concern about leaks showing up.

At dinner I started with just water, and I had intended to stick to just water. However, after ordering my pepper-encrusted steak with sautéed onions, the waiter recommended we pair our meal with one of their in-house vintage wines. I was going to decline (really), but Dan said it sounded great to him. Sometimes it's hard to say no... so I got a glass as well. Normally I would never drink before any situation where I wouldn't have immediate access to a bathroom because alcohol tends to aggravate my OAB, but confidence in my new panties made me feel that I had a little extra wiggle room this evening.

Dinner was delicious, but the service was a bit slow. By the time we finished eating we were way behind schedule. As we waited for the check, Dan looked up walking directions on his phone and found that if we left immediately we could get there with about 5 minutes to spare. This was the type of show where if you were late, you didn't get in - it said so in bold text right on the ticket.

I was starting to feel the need to pee at this point and under normal circumstances would have started looking for a bathroom, but I was caught up worrying about whether we could get to the theatre in time. For the next couple minutes we sat in tense silence, anxiously looking around for our waiter.

Finally, Dan told me he was going to get up and go look for the waiter. This was pretty unusual behavior for Dan, but we both realized how little time we had to waste. I opened my mouth to tell Dan I was going to run to the restroom while he tracked down the bill, but before I could speak the waiter appeared next to our table, set down the bill, and wished us a good evening. In less than 30 seconds, Dan had paid in cash (also pretty unusual), and we were out the door and rushing down the street.

The sidewalks were crowded with people going out to enjoy their Saturday evening, but we set a rapid pace despite the congestion. Google Maps told us we would be late, but of course it assumed we would be walking at a normal pace. I nervously checked the time on my phone every two minutes, wondering first whether we would make it on time at all, and second whether there was any chance of us making it with enough time for me to use the bathroom before the show. Fortunately, we made good time and stepped through the front door and into the lobby with a couple minutes to spare.

The play we were going to see that night was at one of the few theatres in the city I hadn't been to before. The theatre building was an unusual and somewhat awkward shape, although I have to give props to the architects for managing to squeeze a building of any sort into the V-shaped lot at the corner of two streets that met at a 45 degree angle. The pie-slice-shaped building had its entrance and lobby at the tip of the V.

Immediately upon entering, I looked around for the bathroom, as I had reached the point where I would normally have stopped whatever I was doing and gone to pee. I had no trouble spotting it, but there was also already a woman standing next to the door waiting to use it. I only would have had time to use the bathroom had it been vacant, but even a one-person line meant someone was already inside. Cycling three of us through the bathroom before the show started wasn't going to happen, so I didn't even bother mentioning it to Dan.

The lobby had doors leading deeper into the V on either side of the back wall. I expected to find myself at the back of the auditorium when we went through the door, but instead we found ourselves walking down a straight dark hallway lit by tiny aisle lights near the floor. Moments later we emerged into the auditorium at its front, right next to the stage.

As we started climbing the stairs towards our seats, I looked back and saw a flood of light pouring into the dim auditorium through the two doors to the lobby. I understood now why the theatre didn't allow late admittance. I almost panicked when I realized that leaving in the middle of the show wouldn't be possible without causing a major disruption, but I managed to hold it together. To make matters worse, our seats were near the center of the row, and we had to climb over everyone who had arrived on time to get to them.

When we reached our seats I looked around for other exits. There were two at the back, but they were labeled as emergency-only exits. The dark hallways flanking the stage were the auditorium's only link to the lobby. It would have been nice of the architects to have blocked the light from the lobby by putting a zig-zag or curve in the hallways, or even a second set of doors on the auditorium side, but I guess between the need to have two forward-facing exits for the fire code and the desire to maximum the space available for the stage they hadn't been able to manage it.

As someone with OAB, I'm pretty familiar with the signals my bladder sends. So within about 10 minutes I knew with almost complete certainty that I wasn't going to be able to hold it for the remaining 80 minutes of the show. I was pretty pissed at myself for having that glass of wine at dinner and for not somehow managing to find a way to the bathroom before the show... although mostly for the glass of wine since that was actually under my control. At least I had chosen tonight to wear these incontinence underwear, although they were also the reason why I told myself it would be OK to order the wine, sooooo...

I wasn't paying any attention to the show at this point. My eyes were everywhere except the stage, looking for some way to get to the bathroom without causing a major disruption. We had probably already annoyed most of the people in our row by arriving at the last minute and having to climb over them as the show began, but they would forgive us for that. I wasn't willing to face the embarrassment of having to ask them to move again less than 10 minutes after the show started. I'm sure in their mind they would be thinking that anyone who had to pee so badly they disrupted the show after only a few minutes should have gone before the show started. Right.

I told myself I would wait at least another 20 minutes before getting up. Having to leave after only 30 minutes still didn't really seem acceptable, but it was sure a lot more reasonable than having to leave after 10. 20 more minutes without a small leak or a few dribbles was asking a lot of my poor bladder, but if my underwear worked as advertised it would be no problem.

Of course, I had turned my phone off for the show, so I didn't actually have any way of seeing what time it was or how much time had passed, but after what I thought must have been about 20 minutes I still hadn't leaked, or at least hadn't had any leaks significant enough for me to feel them. I did have to pee really badly though, like really badly.

In my mind I pictured how it would go: I would get up and disrupt each person in my row as they stood to allow me to pass by, and in turn the people standing would block the view of those behind them. Then I would draw everyone's attention, audience and actors alike, as I walked down the stairs to the lobby door, and finally I would blind everyone in the audience by opening the door and letting light from the lobby flood the room. Then I would do it again on the way back.

In that moment I decided I couldn't do it, even after I had promised myself that if I just waited 20 more minutes I would let myself get up and go. The embarrassment of having to leave the auditorium was simply too great and too immediate. Would it be more embarrassing than peeing my pants? Maybe or maybe not, but I hadn't lost control yet, so having to get up to go to the bathroom felt like more of an immediate threat than having wet pants.

I prayed that by some miracle the show would have an intermission and save me, although I didn't think one was scheduled. At least I had the new panties, although I really wished I had bothered to test them beforehand to see how much could actually hold. They were only advertised as being able to protect against mild leaks - a few teaspoons at most, but at that moment I was really hoping they were over-engineered. I knew they were going to get a little wet, even if the show did have an intermission, but hopefully not wet enough to show.

I felt torn between trying to stay dry for at least another 15 or 20 minutes to see if there would be an intermission, or testing the underwear right away while I still had reasonable control over my bladder. After waiting what felt like 5 more minutes I couldn't take it anymore. Here I was, a 21-year-old college student deciding to test a new incontinence product in the middle of a crowded theatre - great planning Ellie.

Given that I had little choice in the matter, my plan to test the panties was basically the same one I would have used in private: I would pee a little tiny bit, wait for a few minutes, and then check for any leaks. I expected the panties to leak at some point, so I would repeat the process a few times until they did. There was enough of the show left that a small leak would dry by the end; I had enough experience with minor leaks to know that. Hopefully the panties would absorb enough for me to hold the rest until an intermission or the end of the show. If they didn't, I would suck it up and go to the bathroom, because in my head I knew peeing myself would be a much more embarrassing and much longer-lasting ordeal than having to leave the auditorium during the show.

So then I tried to do something I had never tried to do on purpose before: I tried to pee myself a little while surrounded by other people. It was surprisingly difficult to do, despite how badly I had to pee at that point. Butterflies filled my stomach as I tried to relax. Then I felt a huge urge to pee building and quickly aborted the attempt because it felt like way too much was about to flood out.

I tried again and managed to let out a few agonizing dribbles. Less than I had hoped, but at least it was something. As I sat waiting for it to soak in I felt hot everywhere. My face was flushed and probably bright red, and my urethra felt warm and pleasant from the liquid that had just passed through it.

After a minute I stared down at my jeans to look for leaks. I didn't notice any, but it also wasn't really bright enough to see them very well. I discreetly rested a hand in my lap and probed with my fingers - they felt dry. Finally, I lifted one butt cheek and ran a hand under my bottom - also dry.

Winner of round one: panties. Time for round two. Butterflies built in my stomach again, but it was a lot easier to let go the second time - the pump was primed so to speak. I let loose a few high-pressure spurts. A little more than I had meant to this time, and I actually thought I heard an audible hissing in between lines of dialog. No one around me seemed to have noticed though, so I probably only heard it because I was listening for it (or maybe I just imagined it).

I stared down at my crotch again, and again it looked dry. A quick check with my hand in my lap also came back dry. When I ran my hand under my butt it felt like the tips of my fingers came back slightly damp. I checked again; they still felt damp. The panties had held quite a bit less than I had hoped they would (although to be fair, I was probably already pushing them beyond what they were rated for).

I wasn't really sure what to do at that point, although I knew I should probably just get up and go to the bathroom like a big girl. I didn't have to wait much longer though, a minute later I got a funny feeling in my stomach and felt a strong urge to pee coming on very quickly. I couldn't clamp down quickly enough to stop it and felt warmth in my lap as I filled my panties with a severe leak.

I immediately ran my hand under my bottom again. This time my entire hand, both butt-side and seat-side, came back obviously wet. I had only leaked for a second or two at most, but with the underwear's absorbent lining already saturated the pee had gone basically straight into my pants.

Now that my pants were obviously wet the entire embarrassment-equation had changed drastically. I would no longer really save myself any face by leaving to go to the bathroom, so that wasn't going to happen anymore. I didn't intentionally pee myself right then, but a few minutes later when I started leaking again I also didn't try too hard to stop it. I just tried to limit the flow to keep the noise at a minimum. However, I did stop when I heard drips beginning to fall off the seat and smack into the floor. At that point though I had gone enough to hold it for the rest of the show.

The show didn't have an intermission, and I ended up being pretty stiff by the end of it, because for the rest of the show I couldn't really shift my weight on the seat with compressing the cushion and sending audible drips of pee down to the floor. So I ended up sitting extremely still in my wet jeans for another 45 minutes or so.

I can't remember almost anything from the first half of the show, but the second half was good. Also the underwear do work, but only if used responsibly.

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I'm a female teacher who has just turned 30, and am proud of the fact that I'm generally regarded as pretty sexy, with my trim figure, shapely ass (so I'm told) and ample but not overly large breasts. I also have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have smiled to myself on a couple of occasions after overhearing some of my young teenage pupils enthusing about my sexiness when they hadn't realised I was approaching.
I am a highly moral person in most respects, with compassion for the weak and downtrodden everywhere. I read the Guardian and am a Labour Party activist, and my colleagues seem to regard me as a highly respectable and principled person.
But I have a naughty secret! You see, I have a secret fantasy about wearing no panties in class, opening my legs whilst sat at my desk, and peeing right there all over the classroom floor in front of my entire class! Of course, if I did that for real word would rapidly spread, I'd be sacked and possibly prosecuted, I'd never get another teaching job again - career over - and I'd be thrown out of the Labour Party for bringing it into disrepute. My name and face would be all over the newspapers too. No, I cannot possibly let that happen. I do sometimes go pantyless in class for my own secret pleasure, but that is about all. And I make sure none of my pupils ever get a glimpse of anything under my skirt.
But although I cannot pee in front of my class I have finally done the next best thing. After all, if I am alone in the classroom who is there to see me do anything and spread the word around?
A couple of days ago at the end of the schoolday, as my pupils rushed out with the universal desire to get out of school as quickly as possible, I too exited the classroom. But after getting to my car and driving off, I realised that the homework I had wanted to mark was still in the desk drawer: I had forgotten it. So I turned around, drove back, and went back into the building. By this time no one was around except for a few teachers in the staff room, but I didn't walk past there. So I entered the classroom unseen, and was about to retrieve the homework when I decided that the peace and solitude of that classroom made it ideal for me to do the marking there. I knew where the emergency key was kept in case I got locked in so there was no potential problem.
As I set to work, with no panties on, I became increasingly aware of the growing need in my bladder. I actually needed a pee pretty badly. A naughty realisation then struck me: not only were there no witnesses, but nobody knew I was here at all! I could get away with fulfilling my fantasy now, albeit without the audience, and no one would ever know it was me who had made the mess on the floor! A frisson of excitement went through me as I made the decision to actually do it.
Pulling the back of my skirt above my ass, I eased myself forward in my chair, opening my legs so that my muff with it's trimmed blonde pubic hairs was positioned over the front edge of the chair. And then I just peed right there under the desk and all over the classroom floor! A gentle hiss and a very loud splashing sound echoed around the room as my piss cascaded down. This was such a total turn on and felt utterly incredible. Waves of pleasure were rushing through me as I peed.
As soon as the last of my pee splashed down I began to frantically rub myself, bringing myself to the best orgasm in years right where I sat.
Once I had recovered my composure, I stood and admired the mess I had made, a huge puddle of yellow-tinted pee covering a large area of the floor. I smirked at the sight of it for a few moments, then just walked out and left it there, aroused by the thought of the cleaner discovering it in the morning.
School assembly the next morning was interesting to say the least. The headmaster ranted about how someone had "done their business" on a classroom floor instead of using the toilet, that this was dirty and unhygienic, and had left a terrible mess for the cleaner. He said that if anyone had any information about who was responsible they should come forward. But I knew no one had seen me. And of course, it never crossed the headmaster's nor anyone else's mind that a teacher had actually done it! I struggled to suppress a smirk at this knowledge, and felt another frisson of excitement as I remembered what I had done.

xxtream

Some years ago I was involved in doing some work that involved going around from door to door knocking on stranger's doors and for want of a better way of putting it, selling magazines and books and trying to hold a conversation with the householders wherever possible. It was on a December morning, I was out working with about 8 or 9 other people, I was wearing a green knee length skirt, tights, a white jumper and a fairly long coat.
It wasn't very long before I felt the need to go, but it wasn't that bad so I wasn't too worried.
After about half an hour we had finished the assigned territory and most of the group decided they'd had enough and wanted to quit, but I needed to make my hours up and wanted to carry on working, as did David, the guy in charge of our group, David was a very UN-fancyable guy about 25 years older than me, but he was a kind hearted, mild tempered guy who was very good at the job and I was hoping to learn from him. So I found myself saying that I'd stay and work with him for a while, he seemed pleased about that and said we'd need to drive to another part of town about 10 minutes drive away that needed working, it was okay by me.
In his car he had a flask of tea which we shared before driving to the other side of town, I hadn't realised how much I actually had to go until I sat in his car, I could feel the increasing urge in my bladder and I hoped it would go away.
We got out of the car which made the feeling worse and the cold weather wasn't doing much to help either. David wasn't the kind of guy I felt I could confide in, he's a very "upright and proper" sort of guy and the idea of needing a pee while working wouldn't have gone down too well.
After about 20 minutes of going from door to door and doing our job, I could not ignore my fast growing need, I was unfamiliar with the area which was all residential and a quick glance around, I could see nowhere that I could slip away discreetly for a very badly needed pee.
Casually I asked how much longer he wanted us to work, my heart sank as he replied that he expected it to take about 2 hours because there was another area that needed working! He obviously noticed my dismay because he said that if I was cold we could have another cup of tea in his car as he had another flask. I said that I was OK - (I lied), but after another half an hour I was VERY desperate for the toilet and it was getting worse by the second, I was no longer able to concentrate on what the householders were saying and was hardly able to answer even their simplest of questions, or find the appropriate pages in the books. I could almost feel David's disapproval, but by now it was difficult to walk properly and almost impossible to stand still and to look composed on people's doorsteps.
The desperation was coming in almost uncontrollable waves now and I'd have given anything not to have been in that situation, I was almost in tears!
My brain kept rehearsing the words in my head to say something to David that how very desperate for the loo I was, how I wasn't sure I could hold on much longer, how I was having to fight real hard against wetting myself . . . but I couldn't . . . I just couldn't bring myself to admit my need, I was too embarrassed.
BUT, I did suggest I worked on the opposite side of the road from him (with the idea in mind to slip away somewhere unseen), but he said I wasn't qualified to work on my own yet, again he sensed my anxiety and asked if I was ok and my mind screamed out, 'NO! I'm NOT OK!! I'm so desperate for the loo I'm on the verge of wetting myself!! I cant hold it!!' But all that came out of my mouth was, 'yes, I'm ok, I'm just cold now'. David said that we'd just finish this street then and call it a day and I said OK, agreeing with him, hoping we wouldn't get into a lengthy conversation with a householder.
It was now taking every single ounce of strength and concentration I could muster to hold on and stop myself wetting, I longed to hold myself between my legs, I really did, but of course I couldn't.
It was a waking nightmare, the urges were getting just too strong to control now. I knew that I had two choices, I'd have to tell David the problem, or I knew that for certain that I was going to uncontrollably wet myself right there in the street. "Err David," I said, "I errr really need to get to a toilet right now."
My face was reddening both from embarrassment and from sheer desperation.
"Oh well, OK," he replied, "we've generated a fair bit of interest today, come on then, lets go." So we went back to the car and I had to stop walking twice and cross my legs for a few seconds to regain control.
In the car he seemed to take his time adjusting his interior car mirror, sorting through the unplaced literature etc., he didn't seem to realise how urgent my need was. I was sitting in his car my legs tightly clamped together gritting my teeth and fighting with every ounce of strength I had left to control my uncontrollable bladder. I was afraid to move, to talk, even to breathe properly!
He started the engine and we drove off, but to my horror I couldn't stop the spurts from escaping into my panties! I was terrified, then an uncontrollable urge hit me and I knew I was losing the fight, I knew I couldn't hold it anymore!
"STOP THIS CAR NOW!" I yelled. "What's up?" he replied looking puzzled.
"Oh just stop now and let me out, I'm sorry." I sobbed as I felt more warm liquid soak my bum. He pulled over and almost before he'd stopped, I had opened the door and nearly fell out of the car in my frantic attempts to try and hold on, but as I got out of the car, I completely and helplessly wet myself, it poured down my legs like a river and soaked the pavement at my feet! I just couldn't stop, it was gushing and hissing on its own, I had no control over it!
A few people stopped and stared, but I was way past the point of caring now - I couldn't have cared even if I'd wanted to.
In all due respect to David, he knew what was happening, but he totally ignored it and just dropped me off at my door. When I got inside my own home and recalled it I got very aroused and I rubbed myself to one of the best orgasms I've had in years, David respectfully never ever mentioned it again. Debra xx

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Lilith had many dirty secrets, and being alone in the house let her explore her desires. Today is one of those rare days, living together with her parents made her crave these scarce hobbies. She also loves the thrill of them returning at any time, the chance of getting caught excited her even more. Of course, she would be totally embarrassed if she was caught, but that's her lewd fantasy. Lilith began her plans before they even left, she needed time for her bladder to fill. This is one of many fetishes she has, the feeling of fullness of her bladder turned her on, not only that she enjoyed the sensation of helplessness as she loses control of herself.
The pressure slowly increased inside her as she waits until the right moment. Leading onto her second habit of layering clothes, these inconvenient outfits complements and challenges herself during her bladder's critical breaking point. She quickly prepares which layers she'll wear as she feels a storm brewing down below. She quickly stripes out of her casual clothes and put on a pair of bikini panties, boyshorts, pantyhose and a leotard in the respective order. This is what she called the 'base layer', designed to prevent pulling the one piece to the side, the only way is to completely remove it.
She then similarly repeats the base layer with another pair of boyshorts, spandex, back zipped bodysuit and finally a sports bra. Once again, another pair of panties and a full body one-piece bodysuit, totally hiding everything secretly underneath. The incentive of this many layers is the challenge of removal, and the repercussion of failing to take off the layers is complete soakage of one's clothes. However, she was not done with her layering, there was more to come. She takes more clothes out her closest and drawers, piling them on top of her bed. She then puts on a pair of denim hot pants, high waisted jeans, skinny jeans, back zipped dungarees and a tight button up denim jumpsuit to compress and camouflage those layers.
Now entombed in the layers, she waits for the perfect moment to test her will power and strength. Lilith has practiced this many times both succeeding and failing, however, she learnt a few tips such as not to wear them too early. She started to feel quite desperate which she has been anticipating, but also it was starting to get pretty warm. That is to be expected and the reason she layers mostly in Winter. Not long after, a feeling which she knows very well overtakes her body; the urge to pee. Her legs dancing up and down by themselves, thighs clamped tightly together though that had little effect through the many layers.
Her hold slowly becoming unbearable as her bladder continues to quickly fill up, and her muscles getting fatigued from the mountain of strain. However, she fights the urge and battles on holding and holding. Pleasure and pain repeated endlessly in her head. The layers weren't helping as it restricted her bladders expansion. Her legs soon became tired from all the fidgeting. She feels her strength disappearing as her bladder eats away all her energy.
"Five more minutes" she moaned softly under her breath. "Five more."
Five minutes of hell which she's both enjoying and despising. Staring at the timer which didn't even seemed to tick, she decides to challenge herself even more. She slowly stood up, legs sandwiched together like they were super glued. She then kneed down on the floor, laid down directly on her swollen bladder. The immense pressure surged through her body, an awkward smile emerges from the lewd act. Suddenly her body freezes and tenses up, time's running out and she needs to remove the layers before it it's too late. She quickly pushes herself up, but unable to muster the strength. Her body collapses back onto her bloated bladder. She moans in pain.
"Still dry, I can make it," she encourages herself. "just a little longer."
Gathering the strength, she pushes herself off the floor and up onto her two feet. She gradually made progress to the bathroom, hunched over like an old grandma. Entering the toilet sent shivers down her spine.
"Almost there," she mumbles. "just have to remove these layers."
Her hands shaking uncontrollably like Parkinson's disease as she tried to unbutton the jumpsuit.
"No no no," she cried. "please, I can make it."
She began undoing her buttons one by one, from top to bottom. As she reached her waistline, they became increasingly harder. The only way to undo them were to press into your bladder and slide the stupid button out. First layer off and it only gets harder. As she reaches her back for the zipper, her hands suddenly jump to her crotch.
"I-It's just a squirt," Lilith said. "I-I can do it."
Once again she brings her hands behind and grab ahold of the zipper, quickly pulling it down. She then slides the straps off her shoulders and pulls the overalls off. Next is the skinny jeans which she quickly unbuttoned along with the high waisted pair, pulling them down simultaneously. Quickly taking a short breather, she looks at the mirror. Staring at herself like she's 5 months pregnant. Suddenly another wave of desperation hits her, like someone punched her in the stomach. A giant shot glass of hot liquid shoots into her slightly wet panties. She tries to counter the spurt by tensing her legs together, successfully stops it for now. She quickly undoes the short shorts and shoves them into a pile of the removed layers.
Feeling like she was going to make it, she deviously put her high waisted jeans back on, leaving the few buttons undone. She starts to stroke herself though the many undergarments. Even though there's so many layers, the pleasure was still immense. Thinking it's a bad idea to continue, she starts taking off the layers again. First went the jeans, full bodysuit then her underwear. Massaging herself to the edge as she removed each layer. Next she had to remove her sports bra before attempting the back zipped bodysuit. This is one of the hardest layers to remove in her opinion as getting this sports apparel up and over is quite the challenge.
She struggled with both her bladder and bra, however she conjured enough strength, pulled it off her shoulders and off. She then swiftly undid the zipper and pulled the suit down along with her tights and boyshorts. She sighed in relief as there is only the base layer left. Once again she began touching and rubbing, however this time it was much stronger without those layers. She couldn't stop herself sliding her fingers on the smooth bodysuit, which was soaked from the accidental squirt. Her hand moved faster and faster as she couldn't control herself. Climaxing into her two panties and through the bodysuit. Still rubbing her muscles slowly succumb, releasing jets of urine. The sound of hissing slowly fills the bathroom as the long awaited relief arrived. Lilith slumps back on the toilet, totally out of energy and free from her bladder.
"At least I didn't fail like last time," she joked to herself.

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I'm a female teacher who has just turned 30, and am proud of the fact that I'm generally regarded as pretty sexy, with my trim figure, shapely ass (so I'm told) and ample but not overly large breasts. I also have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have smiled to myself on a couple of occasions after overhearing some of my young teenage pupils enthusing about my sexiness when they hadn't realised I was approaching.
I am a highly moral person in most respects, with compassion for the weak and downtrodden everywhere. I read the Guardian and am a Labour Party activist, and my colleagues seem to regard me as a highly respectable and principled person.
But I have a naughty secret! You see, I have a secret fantasy about wearing no panties in class, opening my legs whilst sat at my desk, and peeing right there all over the classroom floor in front of my entire class! Of course, if I did that for real word would rapidly spread, I'd be sacked and possibly prosecuted, I'd never get another teaching job again - career over - and I'd be thrown out of the Labour Party for bringing it into disrepute. My name and face would be all over the newspapers too. No, I cannot possibly let that happen. I do sometimes go pantyless in class for my own secret pleasure, but that is about all. And I make sure none of my pupils ever get a glimpse of anything under my skirt.
But although I cannot pee in front of my class I have finally done the next best thing. After all, if I am alone in the classroom who is there to see me do anything and spread the word around?
A couple of days ago at the end of the schoolday, as my pupils rushed out with the universal desire to get out of school as quickly as possible, I too exited the classroom. But after getting to my car and driving off, I realised that the homework I had wanted to mark was still in the desk drawer: I had forgotten it. So I turned around, drove back, and went back into the building. By this time no one was around except for a few teachers in the staff room, but I didn't walk past there. So I entered the classroom unseen, and was about to retrieve the homework when I decided that the peace and solitude of that classroom made it ideal for me to do the marking there. I knew where the emergency key was kept in case I got locked in so there was no potential problem.
As I set to work, with no panties on, I became increasingly aware of the growing need in my bladder. I actually needed a pee pretty badly. A naughty realisation then struck me: not only were there no witnesses, but nobody knew I was here at all! I could get away with fulfilling my fantasy now, albeit without the audience, and no one would ever know it was me who had made the mess on the floor! A frisson of excitement went through me as I made the decision to actually do it.
Pulling the back of my skirt above my ass, I eased myself forward in my chair, opening my legs so that my muff with it's trimmed blonde pubic hairs was positioned over the front edge of the chair. And then I just peed right there under the desk and all over the classroom floor! A gentle hiss and a very loud splashing sound echoed around the room as my piss cascaded down. This was such a total turn on and felt utterly incredible. Waves of pleasure were rushing through me as I peed.
As soon as the last of my pee splashed down I began to frantically rub myself, bringing myself to the best orgasm in years right where I sat.
Once I had recovered my composure, I stood and admired the mess I had made, a huge puddle of yellow-tinted pee covering a large area of the floor. I smirked at the sight of it for a few moments, then just walked out and left it there, aroused by the thought of the cleaner discovering it in the morning.
School assembly the next morning was interesting to say the least. The headmaster ranted about how someone had "done their business" on a classroom floor instead of using the toilet, that this was dirty and unhygienic, and had left a terrible mess for the cleaner. He said that if anyone had any information about who was responsible they should come forward. But I knew no one had seen me. And of course, it never crossed the headmaster's nor anyone else's mind that a teacher had actually done it! I struggled to suppress a smirk at this knowledge, and felt another frisson of excitement as I remembered what I had done.

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This happened a couple of years ago in London, when I was going to a memorial service in St. James' church. It was July, but it wasn't all that warm. Anyway, I was wearing a mid-length black skirt and top.

I got off the coach at Victoria station and I needed a pee, but I couldn't find anywhere to go, so I thought I'd be able to go once I got to St. James'. I'm not all that familiar with London, but I hoped I'd pass at least one public toilet on the way there. I didn't need to go too badly at this point, but if there were any loos, I didn't find them. I got inside the church and sat and waited for the memorial to begin which it soon did, I could feel my need slowly growing but I thought I'd be OK.

I was alright while we were sitting down, but when we had to stand up to sing, that's when I realised I was pretty desperate.

I looked around but I couldn't see a sign anywhere for the toilets so I just had to wait, by the time the service had ended I really was bursting to pee very badly, but there just wasn't anywhere.

There were a lot of people present whom I hadn't seen for a very long time and I had to say hello and catch up etc and I offered a few words to the family of Tammy Wynette who had come over for her memorial, it was difficult to act and stand normally while I was desperately trying not to wet myself but somehow I did, the only visible signs I gave out were a bit of leg crossing and fidgeting which could've been put down to nerves.

It was decided that I would be given a lift to the get together afterwards, that was the last thing I really wanted, but I didn't have a lot of choice really it was silly to turn down a lift and walk 2 miles and be late, but I couldn't admit to be absolutely desperate for a pee, which by now I really was!

So I get in their car hoping and praying I could hold it until I got there, but when we arrived, I found to my horror that there were no working toilets (something to do with a late booking of the premises or something) I almost cried!

I noticed one or two other people a bit annoyed about that too, but I doubt if they could've been even half as desperate as me, god I was really, really bursting.

After about half an hour, I decided I'd better leave because I knew that if I'd stayed there any longer, everyone would see me wet myself because it was difficult to walk, it was difficult to sit down and it was difficult to be still!

I hurriedly said my goodbyes saying I needed to catch the coach and that seemed to be accepted and so I left. Oooohhh how I badly needed to go! As I said, I don't know London very well at all and I just didn't know where to look, to find somewhere to go.

As I walked down the street I began to leak, first small leaks then a big one and I felt the pee running down my crossed legs, I HAD to publicly hold myself!

I kept thinking, if only I could make it to the darn coach station, but that wasn't meant to be. I just could not hold on, I could not stop the leaks and after one especially big spasm, I could feel my hand getting very wet and I realised my bladder was giving out on me! My emergency plan was to dart between two buildings which made me and my predicament fairly secluded (but not very) and I just stood there and let it pour out of me, I've never been so relieved in my whole life! I don't think anyone saw me but I can't be sure, this is a true account.

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