Alice and Peter and the Beatles

[Mylilweb]

Thanks for the concert post. I really enjoyed it.
While I did not get to see the Beatles, I did attend a major concert here in America where quite a few people, adults, teens and children went in their pants.
I will post that in a minute.

I wonder at those concert how many also soiled their panties? I would imagine, having been to a major concert with much less excitement that those early Beatles concerts, that with the crouds, excitement, and ques that some did.
\Sory if anyone objects to this question. I know it is a wetting and Desperation forum.
Hugs and please keep posting.
sunchild

[Marjorie]

I was interested to see a reference to the phenomenon of knicker wetting at Beatles concerts. My children were certainly victims of it. They gave a concert in our town one day early in January. It was at a large hall, my daughter Alice, who was about 16 at the time, had got tickets for it. To tell the truth, it wasn’t just at the concerts the people wet themselves. Poor Alice had to queue for hours for tickets, dared not leave her place, and wet herself as a result. She said she wet only a little in her woollies at first, and then about quarter of an hour later wet herself again through her knickers and splashed on the ground. She was the first in the queue to do this, but she said a lot of other girls were bursting for a wee-wee too and seeing Alice wet herself set them off. She said about twenty girls wet themselves, and before she got her ticket, she still needed to go badly and she and the friend she was decided it just wasn’t worth trying to hang on and wet themselves completely again.

She managed to get tickets for herself, her friend Charlene from America, and her brother Peter. It was the school holidays – Peter was at boarding school, Alice had just started at my old school, and Charlene had just come over and was going there with her for a term. They were full of excitement, Peter so much that he wet the bed the night before – though it didn’t need the Beatles to cause that. They went to the concert, the excitement was immense, and of course they were in an auditorium where going out in the middle of the long-awaited concert was hardly to be thought of. I wonder how many girls wet their knickers because they were excited and how many because they couldn’t wait and didn’t want to leave – so they wet themselves either involuntary or deliberately in their seats. Alice was wearing woollen combinations, and we had equipped Charlene with the same. Over these they had warm woollen tights and – they were big girls now! – girdles – but not the ordinary roll on type but the panty girdle that serves to keep the tights up as well. And over these, in Alice’s case, her thick warm school knickers and in Charlene's a pair of wonderful red cotton bloomers she had brought with her. Peter had on his first pair of long woollen underpants and a vest which, because he was growing fast, had been bought to allow for this and came nearly down to his knees. The tea with their evening meal, the bus journey, an injudicious coca-cola on the way, another long queue just to get a good place and the excitement of the concert had the inevitable result. Alice said after that she wet herself quite early in the concert. She whispered to Charlene what she had done but although hr tights and knickers were wet her undies had soaked it all up and nobody knew. However, when the fabulous four appeared the excitement was so great that both she and Charlene flooded themselves several times. And poor Peter! There were every few boys there, and he was he was not so carried away. When we asked him afterwards what had happened he said he was dying to go couldn’t seeing any way of getting out to go to the lavatory. “And, Mummy,” he said, “Alice said she’d wet herself and a girl in front of us did, and it made me need to go even more. And then when Alice and Charlene wet their knickers I needed to go so much I did a bit in my long woollies, I thought I could wait if I did. And, then, oh Mummy…” He tried desperately to not to wet himself anymore, but simply was not able to hold on so long and during a pause in the concert sat in his seat and to the surprise of the girls around him – some wet and some not – wee-weed copiously and at length into his underpants and trousers. Of course the effect on all those girls, some who had already wet themselves dramatically, someone who had damped their panties and knew it would happen again, some like Charlene and Alice in agonies of shame and others all excited and aroused by the Beatles and the sensation of wetting themselves – to see a boy in neat grey flannel jacket and trousers just sitting there ad doing a wee-wee in her trousers. Alice said several wet themselves then and there. Peter wept, one girl kissed him and tried to comfort him, quite a lot who were giggling at each other started laughing at him. He just sat in his misery.

There was much teasing on the bus home – of the girls who had wet their knickers from excitement, but most of all of the fourteen year old boy who had flooded his underpants and soaked his trousers because he just couldn’t wait.

I have a concert experience myslef to tell you one of these days. Did anything like this ever happen to anyone else who writes on this board?

[Holly]

Hiya,

I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your post. It must have been wonderful to be around at that time. I'm afraid I was born in 1978 but I've played all my Mum's old records. I really like the Beatles. We had a music teacher at school who told us that she was at the their first concerts in London in the 60's.

I also loved your first post as well but never got around to saying so on the Board.

Take Care

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