wetbev
Sun, 28 Oct 01, 8:13 PM
As I have told in my first two postings,my strange first time wetting with my first boyfirend at age 11 and the beatle show at 17, it is safe to say that my teenage years were full of wettings. However at 19 going on 20 and off to collage, I felt that it must stop. it was a big city and a girl from small town Ontario that wet her pants would be thought of as gosh and quite strange. So I said that`s all folkes, I had my fun now it is time to grow up. And off to Montreal I went.
It was fine I did not wet for some time, I always went to the ladies room when I had to. And no matter how I was somtimes tempted to do it for fun, I refrained. Until one day.
I was shopping for shoes downtown Montreal, I found a great pair. and was going from shop to shop looking for nothing, just enjoying myself, when I felt it comming on. Since over the years I had learned to hold it for some time, I continued to shop.When I felt like going home I discoverd I had to go quite bad, but since the public loos were horrible I took the chance on the 30 min. bus ride home. Yea I could last that long. So on the bus I got. But what I did not take in at the time was the time, It was 5pm, rush hour. So 30 mins. turned in to 60 then to 90, so by the time I got off the bus it was so bad I could feel it sloshing around my bladder. As I walked the block to my flat it started to come out in sort squirts into my panties and pantyhose. When Igot to my steps up to my flat I siad TO HELL WITH IT!! right out loud and let go. There was a great big flow all down my legs all over. IT seemed to go on for ever. When it stopped, someone said wow that was a great show bev, I turned my head and there sitting on his steps was David The guy next door. David was later to be come my husband, but more about that next time.
BEVERLY
It was fine I did not wet for some time, I always went to the ladies room when I had to. And no matter how I was somtimes tempted to do it for fun, I refrained. Until one day.
I was shopping for shoes downtown Montreal, I found a great pair. and was going from shop to shop looking for nothing, just enjoying myself, when I felt it comming on. Since over the years I had learned to hold it for some time, I continued to shop.When I felt like going home I discoverd I had to go quite bad, but since the public loos were horrible I took the chance on the 30 min. bus ride home. Yea I could last that long. So on the bus I got. But what I did not take in at the time was the time, It was 5pm, rush hour. So 30 mins. turned in to 60 then to 90, so by the time I got off the bus it was so bad I could feel it sloshing around my bladder. As I walked the block to my flat it started to come out in sort squirts into my panties and pantyhose. When Igot to my steps up to my flat I siad TO HELL WITH IT!! right out loud and let go. There was a great big flow all down my legs all over. IT seemed to go on for ever. When it stopped, someone said wow that was a great show bev, I turned my head and there sitting on his steps was David The guy next door. David was later to be come my husband, but more about that next time.
BEVERLY