Posted by Kitten on May 17, 1997 at 00:17:35:
Me, of all people, I spelled "desperation" incorrectly
in my post to Jack. I apologize for this fundamental
error. Anyway, last night I decided to unwind after
work, and since my b.f. is being a jerk lately, I
just took myself to the movies. I had a large soft
drink, and then decided for some reason that the
beginning of the movie was very interesting and I would
like to see it again. At this particular theater
complex, they make you clear out the theater at the
end of the movie (presumably to go home), but it
wasn't very crowded, and I didn't think they would
mind if I went back in. I had already had to pee
and debated whether or not to go in my seat when I
went back in the theater. The only thing was that I
had not worn a long jacket or top to cover up the
"evidence", and I was wearing pants that were a
faded black, and wetness would show. While debating
what to do, I went to use the phones and called someone
and while I was on the phone, I really started to get
the urge to pee really badly. The phone call lasted
longer than I thought and I was squirming around
and twisting my legs together. There was a man
using the phone about 5 feet over, and he was looking
at me, and I'm sure he knew of my desperation. I
got off the phone and went upstairs to the ladies
room. Since this is a large theater complex, the
ladies room is quite large, with about 40 stalls,
20 on each side, down a row. I went to go into one,
and the toilet had not been flushed. Several others
had piss on the seat, and so on down the line. I
must have looked into 20 stalls and they were all too
dirty to use in some way. Then I couldn't hold it
anymore and started to pee my pants. I decided oh,
what the hell, and stood by the back wall and let it
all come out. When I was finished there was a puddle
on the floor, and my pants were soaked down my legs.
It showed, too, that I had totally pissed my pants.
There was no one else in the bathroom, so I washed my
hands (touching the handles and all), and walked
across the lobby to the theater. It was very obvious
that I had pissed my pants, but I don't know if anyone
was really looking at me. I sat in the theater for
about another 1/2 hour and then left. Last night
was a very hot night in SoCal -- it was still 88
degrees at 9:00 when I left theater, and I walked
down the mini-mall a bit and my pants dried
considerably. Then on to home where I made good use
of my fingers and vibrator. I had also pissed in
my pants some more when I got out of my car in my
driveway. Well, happy wettings, everyone. Love,
Kitten.
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