LadyP
Tue, 17 Sep 02, 6:44 PM
Thought I should post a story about some of my experiences so here goes...this one happened when I was about 19...
Some friends of mine and I went to a beer kegger party in the middle of winter (yes, I know we were a bit crazy but...). Somehow during the course of the night, my friends and I got separated but I wasn't too concerned, I figured I'd find them eventually.
When the party started breaking up and I still hadn't found them, I went back to where they had parked the car, only to find that it was gone! Well, that left me in quite a bind since the party was a few miles out of town. So I went back to the party and eventually found an old friend from high school who offered to give me a ride. We took off to look for his buddies, who were ready to leave.
I already had to pee pretty badly by this point, but not wanting to miss out on a ride altogether, I didn't say anything. I was also a bit shy to tell a group of strange guys that I needed to pee, then have them watch me tromp off into the bushes. Besides, I was pretty bundled up against the cold and it would have taken me a while to undress enough to pee anyways and I wasn't sure they would stick around and wait for me.
So, I just followed them to the car and somehow ended up in the back seat of his two door car with one of his friends. The guys had brought beer with in the car and we all talked and joked and drank beer on the ride back. By the time we got to the edge of town, I realized that I was really beginning to have to pee bad and we still had about another 1/2 hour drive to my house.
I was able to cross my legs and put my hand between my legs without anyone seeing what I was doing under my heavy winter jacket, but after about 10 minutes, even that didn't seem to be doing much good. I was starting to wriggle in my seat and could feel my bladder muscles begin their loosen/squeeze dance.
I finally maneuvered myself so that I had one foot under me, pressing my pussy against my snow boot. That relieved most of the pressure for the time being, but I was still rocking back and forth. No one seemed to notice...we were all a bit tipsy and they probably thought I was just swaying to the rock music they were playing.
After what seemed like ages, we finally started getting close to my house. I debated on whether I should get off my heel or wait until we got there and decided that I better do it then or it would just take longer to get out of the car. As I raised up off my foot, I could feel my bladder muscles screaming for release and I almost peed myself right there! It took me a bit to get things back under control without leaking and I slowly moved my leg down to the floor and squeezed my legs together as tight as I could.
By this time I was shivering I had to pee sooo bad! We finally got to my house, and I had to spend a few precious minutes thanking my friend for the ride and convincing him that he didn't have to wait around until I got safely into the house....what a time for him to be such a gentleman when I was dying to just get into the house and pee!
Anyways, getting out of the back seat of his little car without peeing myself was quite a feat in itself, and then the cold air hit! I took off running to the back door as quickly as I could through the shoveled out path to the door. I opened the screen door, dancing and twisting my legs around each other in order to hold back.
Well, with all the dancing from having to pee and shaking from the cold, and being more than a bit tipsy, I couldn't get the dang key in the keyhole! I kept dancing and swearing while I was half crouched over with one hand pressed between my legs and the other trying desperately to find the keyhole.
I finally leaned against the doorframe in a desperate effort to steady myself and when I did so, I could feel my bladder muscles letting go and a spurt of pee filled my panties. I struggled to get it back under control, but I knew there was no way I would get the door open (even if I got the key in right then and there) and get to the bathroom before I lost it.
I looked wildly around...I was standing right under the porch light and the snow was about waist high all around me...the only bare place to pee was where I was standing on the doorstep and the path to it. Not wanting to pee on the doorstep or path and have it freeze over, I quickly realized that I didn't any longer have any choice anyways. I had so many clothes on, that there was no way I was going to be able to undo my pants and get them and my long johns and my panties down and get my long john and flannel shirt out of the way and squat to pee without losing it anyways.
I quickly stood up and untwisted my legs and ran over to the nearest snowbank and I could already feel my bladder muscles beginning to give way and the pee starting to fill my panties. I plopped myself down onto the snowbank and once the cold snow hit my ass, that was it. My bladder muscles totally gave way and I started to really pee.
I sat there for what seemed like forever, the cold from the snow seeping through my clothes, and the hot pee warming them up. I could see steam rising up out of the snowbank from between my legs as the hot pee melted the snow and I could see a yellow stain growing in the white snow between my legs.
When I had totally emptied my bladder, I slowly stood up and turned around and looked at the snowbank. You could see the impression of my ass cheeks in the snow and a huge yellow patch where my pee had spread into the snow around it. The snow had sunk down a bit, both from my weight and from the hot pee melting it. I quickly brushed some new snow over it, hiding the evidence of my accident and let myself into the house.
The washer and dryer was right inside the door and I turned on the light and stripped. My jeans were soaked about halfway down my thighs, my white long johns were totally soaked in the ass and were a light yellow, and my white panties were soaked all the way up the front and back to the waistbands. I had two shirts on that were tucked well into my jeans, and both of them were soaked about a foot up from the bottom.
I threw everything into the washer and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up before my boyfriend arrived home. I got under the hot water from the shower and while I was standing there, I was thinking of how good it had felt to finally let go, and how good it had felt to have the cold snow on my ass and feel the hot pee in my pants. I started to rub myself thinking about it and had myself a wonderful little orgasm.
Some friends of mine and I went to a beer kegger party in the middle of winter (yes, I know we were a bit crazy but...). Somehow during the course of the night, my friends and I got separated but I wasn't too concerned, I figured I'd find them eventually.
When the party started breaking up and I still hadn't found them, I went back to where they had parked the car, only to find that it was gone! Well, that left me in quite a bind since the party was a few miles out of town. So I went back to the party and eventually found an old friend from high school who offered to give me a ride. We took off to look for his buddies, who were ready to leave.
I already had to pee pretty badly by this point, but not wanting to miss out on a ride altogether, I didn't say anything. I was also a bit shy to tell a group of strange guys that I needed to pee, then have them watch me tromp off into the bushes. Besides, I was pretty bundled up against the cold and it would have taken me a while to undress enough to pee anyways and I wasn't sure they would stick around and wait for me.
So, I just followed them to the car and somehow ended up in the back seat of his two door car with one of his friends. The guys had brought beer with in the car and we all talked and joked and drank beer on the ride back. By the time we got to the edge of town, I realized that I was really beginning to have to pee bad and we still had about another 1/2 hour drive to my house.
I was able to cross my legs and put my hand between my legs without anyone seeing what I was doing under my heavy winter jacket, but after about 10 minutes, even that didn't seem to be doing much good. I was starting to wriggle in my seat and could feel my bladder muscles begin their loosen/squeeze dance.
I finally maneuvered myself so that I had one foot under me, pressing my pussy against my snow boot. That relieved most of the pressure for the time being, but I was still rocking back and forth. No one seemed to notice...we were all a bit tipsy and they probably thought I was just swaying to the rock music they were playing.
After what seemed like ages, we finally started getting close to my house. I debated on whether I should get off my heel or wait until we got there and decided that I better do it then or it would just take longer to get out of the car. As I raised up off my foot, I could feel my bladder muscles screaming for release and I almost peed myself right there! It took me a bit to get things back under control without leaking and I slowly moved my leg down to the floor and squeezed my legs together as tight as I could.
By this time I was shivering I had to pee sooo bad! We finally got to my house, and I had to spend a few precious minutes thanking my friend for the ride and convincing him that he didn't have to wait around until I got safely into the house....what a time for him to be such a gentleman when I was dying to just get into the house and pee!
Anyways, getting out of the back seat of his little car without peeing myself was quite a feat in itself, and then the cold air hit! I took off running to the back door as quickly as I could through the shoveled out path to the door. I opened the screen door, dancing and twisting my legs around each other in order to hold back.
Well, with all the dancing from having to pee and shaking from the cold, and being more than a bit tipsy, I couldn't get the dang key in the keyhole! I kept dancing and swearing while I was half crouched over with one hand pressed between my legs and the other trying desperately to find the keyhole.
I finally leaned against the doorframe in a desperate effort to steady myself and when I did so, I could feel my bladder muscles letting go and a spurt of pee filled my panties. I struggled to get it back under control, but I knew there was no way I would get the door open (even if I got the key in right then and there) and get to the bathroom before I lost it.
I looked wildly around...I was standing right under the porch light and the snow was about waist high all around me...the only bare place to pee was where I was standing on the doorstep and the path to it. Not wanting to pee on the doorstep or path and have it freeze over, I quickly realized that I didn't any longer have any choice anyways. I had so many clothes on, that there was no way I was going to be able to undo my pants and get them and my long johns and my panties down and get my long john and flannel shirt out of the way and squat to pee without losing it anyways.
I quickly stood up and untwisted my legs and ran over to the nearest snowbank and I could already feel my bladder muscles beginning to give way and the pee starting to fill my panties. I plopped myself down onto the snowbank and once the cold snow hit my ass, that was it. My bladder muscles totally gave way and I started to really pee.
I sat there for what seemed like forever, the cold from the snow seeping through my clothes, and the hot pee warming them up. I could see steam rising up out of the snowbank from between my legs as the hot pee melted the snow and I could see a yellow stain growing in the white snow between my legs.
When I had totally emptied my bladder, I slowly stood up and turned around and looked at the snowbank. You could see the impression of my ass cheeks in the snow and a huge yellow patch where my pee had spread into the snow around it. The snow had sunk down a bit, both from my weight and from the hot pee melting it. I quickly brushed some new snow over it, hiding the evidence of my accident and let myself into the house.
The washer and dryer was right inside the door and I turned on the light and stripped. My jeans were soaked about halfway down my thighs, my white long johns were totally soaked in the ass and were a light yellow, and my white panties were soaked all the way up the front and back to the waistbands. I had two shirts on that were tucked well into my jeans, and both of them were soaked about a foot up from the bottom.
I threw everything into the washer and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up before my boyfriend arrived home. I got under the hot water from the shower and while I was standing there, I was thinking of how good it had felt to finally let go, and how good it had felt to have the cold snow on my ass and feel the hot pee in my pants. I started to rub myself thinking about it and had myself a wonderful little orgasm.