riverflood7

There must be something about the changing rooms in Marks & Spencer!
I went to buy some trousers there and took 3 or 4 pairs from the sale rail to the changing room. I had tried on a couple of pairs and had taken off the second pair and was about to put on the the third pair when, out of nowhere, this sudden feeling of needing to wee came over me. I must confess that I did start to dribble, I held myself but it still took a few seconds for my wee to stop and it had run down one leg to about my knee. I was too shocked to fully enjoy the moment so I tried to use a tissue from my bag to wipe the streak down my leg and dry my hands. I put my clothes back on, handed the trousers back to the assistant and got home as quickly as I could.

i didn’t feel desperate driving home but as soon as I turned the key to get through the front door, I felt the need. I rushed to the toilet, took down my trousers and just went through my knickers, the gusset was wet anyway. It was a real urgent warm wee and felt delicious. I wanted to keep my arousal going so I remember getting in the shower and just pleasuring myself. This was some ago, but I do remember that the shower head orgasm was much better once I had slipped my drenched knickers off.

i have just re-read this before posting, and let me clarify that I did not get any M&S trousers wet so there was no question of handing back soiled clothes to the assistant. As for the M&S knickers I was wearing that day, they got a soaking!

I thought I was on my own with a love of being desperate on my bike! It was may years ago, so I can't remember all the detail but I recall needing to buy something from the shops which were about a mile away and I always used to cycle there. I bought what I needed, feeling very desperate and nice, and then as I was getting on my bike to cycle home I just lost control. It was quite hopeless, the pee was shooting out of me, my skirt was not helping, and it just kept coming, there was a very visible instant pee trail on the pavement to my embarrassment and I know some people cottoned on to what was happening. This was not the sort of sight that shoppers in leafy Surrey were used to.

Once I had got into the regular peddle motion and was back seated on the saddle the flow stopped. I got home, and was relieved that there were no neighbours about. I went straight upstairs and only then realised how excited this has made me, so I kept my pants on and had a lovely time; this must have been one of the first times I realised how good wet knickers felt and how fabulous and easy it was to orgasm through them.

This has stayed with me because I think this is the only time I was caught wetting myself, and because the joy of a full bladder on a bicycle is indeed something to be savoured.