Pissing in patyhose and business skirt - wetting herself desperate to pee

The Garden

Written by Terri
Added on Wed, 06-May-2009
You can email me your desperation-wetting stories and we might do a clip based on your story.

The humidity was up around 100% and even the breeze from the lake
near my home wasn‘t keeping me cool. I was downing water like a
desert dweller and sweating it out faster than I could drink it but the
lawn needed mowing and the weeds needed whacking and I promised
myself to get it done today. Some of my neighbors had a similar idea
and the smells of newly mowed grass and wild onions made the hard
work worth it.

After 2 hours of work and almost a gallon of water, I had to pee like
mad and headed tentatively towards the house just as my neighbor,
Randy, came to talk to me. Standing there in the heat, I could feel the
pressure building in my bladder but Randy just kept on talking. I was
nodding my head, not hearing a word he was saying, as I tried to
nonchalantly keep my legs pressed together.
I had on light blue shorts and light blue panties and I knew if anything
slipped out there would be no explaining it away.

After about 10 minutes I finally told Randy that I had to make a phone
call and would see him later, but as I turned to walk away a bit of piss
escaped into my shorts and I had to stop. He asked if I was okay and
I said yes but didn‘t want to start walking again until I had my piss
under control. After a minute or so I thought I could handle it and I
took another step, knowing all the while that Randy was watching me.

Again, a slosh of piss escaped and by this time I could tell my panties
were wet and probably my shorts too. Another step, hurriedly this
time, and a waterfall of piss cascaded down my legs, soaking the
back of my shorts. I turned to look at Randy and he was just
watching me, smiling a big smile. By this time it was too late to stop
anyway so I just stood in front of him and let loose. Piss was pooling
in the crotch of my panties and when I pressed my legs together
it gushed out in the front, down my legs and into my socks and tennis
shoes. I looked down laughing, an embarrassed grin on my face, until
the river slowed to a stream and I could sigh with relief.
I looked up sheepishly but Randy said, "Don‘t be embarrassed, I like
that too," and right then his wife called from across the street so he
blew me a little kiss and, with a wink, headed for home.

You can email me your desperation-wetting stories and we might do a clip based on your story.

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