Anonymous
Mon, 24 Nov 03, 3:24 PM
Hello everybody. I’ve been in the middle of changing jobs after that boring time at the packing centre where nothing exciting ever happened unless I wet my knickers! I’ve got a job as a school secretary in a middle sized school, back to what I was doing before I trained as a dental receptionist. It’s not far from where I live, which helps. There’s always plenty doing, schools have lots of paperwork these days. I have two people helping, a bookkeeper and a young clerical assistance. But we all help each other. Teachers and pupils are always coming to the office for something or other. There isn’t a school nurse. I’m not a nurse but between working for the dentist and doing a first aid course I know a little bit about things so sticking plaster, sending for parents of somebody hurts themselves and even taking a child to hospital sometimes happens.
But this isn’t the kind of excitement you want to hear about is it? The very first day I had a little adventure. I was busy all morning and came back form lunch to start work on a whole mass of letters and papers. Cheryl and I share taking the dictation machine and Cheryl does most of the photocopying from people but I do some too. I never stopped for about two hours and then I realised I need a wee very badly. Now sometimes I can hold on and sometimes I can’t, but it didn’t seem the day to take a risk. I was just going to hurry to the ladies when the deputy head came in with lots of notes for the history syllabus that he wanted to discuss with me before we typed it out. I sat on my side of the desk and he sat on the other, and I squeezed my legs tight together. I was beginning to feel there was going to be a disastrous accident, the last thing I wanted on my first day. So I thought better make a pre-emptive strike as they say. The weather had got cold and I had on a nice warm thermal vest, tucked into my panties, sort of boxer shorts length, under my warm tights and my slip and skirt. I kept my legs together and carefully wetted a certain amount into my panties. The relief was considerable, but after anther ten minutes of his explanations and me taking notes things got bad again and I released another short flow. Eventually he went.
I slipped my hand beneath myself – still dry! I think I could have made it to the ladies, but then Martha, who doesn’t work full time, went home leaving only me and Cheryl. I asked Cheryl to tidy up while I worked on the document the deputy head had left me. I realised it would not be long before I was left alone. I let some more wee run into my panties. Cheryl noticed nothing. Eventually she said “Can I go now?” She got her coat, walking rather oddly, her hand pressed into the front of her skirt. I looked oddly at her and she blushed. She said “Good bye!” and hurried out. I heard her break into a run down the corridor, and open a door. There was a pause and I heard the toilet flush. I guessed that like me she had been bursting, was too shy to ask to go, and had only just made it. Thinking about this, I wet myself some more. In some ways, I find, there’s nothing nicer than a good sizeable wet in your panties, that you can feel running everywhere and tickling you in the most ticklish places! But still leaving plenty to come so you can do it some more times. I got on with my work for a bit longer, and did some more in my panties and tights. The front of my skirt was now a bit wet and I knew the back would be, I could feel it.
Then who should come in but the deputy head, to see how I was getting on. I explained things, praying he wouldn’t ask me to get up. But I’m afraid as we talked, I sat there and wee-weed myself again, quite considerably.
When he left, I stood up. The seat was wet, and I took the tea towel and mopped up the wet, taking it home with me to wash. I put my coat on and nobody knew I had wet myself. Te wet everywhere felt so nice. I’ve had some other wet adventures at work since I started this job, sometimes letting myself wee secretly in my panties, and once or twice having accidents, but nobody could tell, and one very embarrassing accident where they did know, and a couple of times when somebody else wet their knickers. All good fun! I get a lot of pleasure reading about other people doing it so please do tell your stories, its such fun, once when I was reading about somebody wetting her panties I was so excited I did it myself without even thinking about it.
Janet
But this isn’t the kind of excitement you want to hear about is it? The very first day I had a little adventure. I was busy all morning and came back form lunch to start work on a whole mass of letters and papers. Cheryl and I share taking the dictation machine and Cheryl does most of the photocopying from people but I do some too. I never stopped for about two hours and then I realised I need a wee very badly. Now sometimes I can hold on and sometimes I can’t, but it didn’t seem the day to take a risk. I was just going to hurry to the ladies when the deputy head came in with lots of notes for the history syllabus that he wanted to discuss with me before we typed it out. I sat on my side of the desk and he sat on the other, and I squeezed my legs tight together. I was beginning to feel there was going to be a disastrous accident, the last thing I wanted on my first day. So I thought better make a pre-emptive strike as they say. The weather had got cold and I had on a nice warm thermal vest, tucked into my panties, sort of boxer shorts length, under my warm tights and my slip and skirt. I kept my legs together and carefully wetted a certain amount into my panties. The relief was considerable, but after anther ten minutes of his explanations and me taking notes things got bad again and I released another short flow. Eventually he went.
I slipped my hand beneath myself – still dry! I think I could have made it to the ladies, but then Martha, who doesn’t work full time, went home leaving only me and Cheryl. I asked Cheryl to tidy up while I worked on the document the deputy head had left me. I realised it would not be long before I was left alone. I let some more wee run into my panties. Cheryl noticed nothing. Eventually she said “Can I go now?” She got her coat, walking rather oddly, her hand pressed into the front of her skirt. I looked oddly at her and she blushed. She said “Good bye!” and hurried out. I heard her break into a run down the corridor, and open a door. There was a pause and I heard the toilet flush. I guessed that like me she had been bursting, was too shy to ask to go, and had only just made it. Thinking about this, I wet myself some more. In some ways, I find, there’s nothing nicer than a good sizeable wet in your panties, that you can feel running everywhere and tickling you in the most ticklish places! But still leaving plenty to come so you can do it some more times. I got on with my work for a bit longer, and did some more in my panties and tights. The front of my skirt was now a bit wet and I knew the back would be, I could feel it.
Then who should come in but the deputy head, to see how I was getting on. I explained things, praying he wouldn’t ask me to get up. But I’m afraid as we talked, I sat there and wee-weed myself again, quite considerably.
When he left, I stood up. The seat was wet, and I took the tea towel and mopped up the wet, taking it home with me to wash. I put my coat on and nobody knew I had wet myself. Te wet everywhere felt so nice. I’ve had some other wet adventures at work since I started this job, sometimes letting myself wee secretly in my panties, and once or twice having accidents, but nobody could tell, and one very embarrassing accident where they did know, and a couple of times when somebody else wet their knickers. All good fun! I get a lot of pleasure reading about other people doing it so please do tell your stories, its such fun, once when I was reading about somebody wetting her panties I was so excited I did it myself without even thinking about it.
Janet