It was quite warm here in NC yesterday, about 85º. My car needed washing, so I grabbed a bucket, car-wash soap, sponges and towels ... and a 6-pack of Stella and a small cooler. Barefoot and dressed in shorts and a tee, out I went.
I finished three beers in short order, about the time I had finished the toughest part ofthe job, scrubbing the wheels and tires, and cleaning the dead bugs off the glass. As I was rinsing out and refilling the bucket, my bladder was making its need apparent. I kept on with my task, and began soaping the top and hood of the car. I cracked open the fourth beer. Suddenly I felt a surge, and reflexively grabbed my crotch. I regained control, but not before a squirt of pee went into my briefs. I looked down to see if it was showing on my khaki shorts, but it wasn't.
I thought about stepping over to one of the nearby bushes to relieve myself ... but why? Whatever happens will happen, and anyway, if I pissed my shorts and I saw anyone walking or driving down my driveway, I could turn the hose on myself and hide the evidence. I returned to the task at hand. I gave the car a final rinse. I walked over to the faucet on the side of the garage, and as I bent down to turn the water off, I felt another squirt escape. I again managed to shut it off, but I could feel my briefs getting soggy. I looked down, and saw a wet circle on my shorts the size of a lemon.
My memory flashed back to the time I was 17, driving my Jeep, got caught in a huge traffic jam, and ended up peeing my jeans. I remember being mortified, even though nobody saw me. I also remember that it turned me on. Was it going to happen again? It still wasn't too late to get to a bush, or even to a toilet inside the house. I might be able to ... no, too late. Despite my desparate clenching, i was beginning to pee again. Not just a squirt this time; more like a jet. And another, despite my attempts to hold it. The fact was, I was wetting my pants like a little boy. I gave up the fight, and released my bladder. Rivers of warm pee ran down my legs, over my bare feet, and began forming a lake on the concrete driveway. I just stood there and let it happen. it was a wonderful feeling, and I won't wait long to experience it again.
Pissing while out doing chores
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It was quite warm here in NC yesterday, about 85º. My car needed washing, so I grabbed a bucket, car-wash soap, sponges and towels ... and a 6-pack of Stella and a small cooler. Barefoot and dressed in shorts and a tee, out I went.
I finished three beers in short order, about the time I had finished the toughest part ofthe job, scrubbing the wheels and tires, and cleaning the dead bugs off the glass. As I was rinsing out and refilling the bucket, my bladder was making its need apparent. I kept on with my task, and began soaping the top and hood of the car. I cracked open the fourth beer. Suddenly I felt a surge, and reflexively grabbed my crotch. I regained control, but not before a squirt of pee went into my briefs. I looked down to see if it was showing on my khaki shorts, but it wasn't.
I thought about stepping over to one of the nearby bushes to relieve myself ... but why? Whatever happens will happen, and anyway, if I pissed my shorts and I saw anyone walking or driving down my driveway, I could turn the hose on myself and hide the evidence. I returned to the task at hand. I gave the car a final rinse. I walked over to the faucet on the side of the garage, and as I bent down to turn the water off, I felt another squirt escape. I again managed to shut it off, but I could feel my briefs getting soggy. I looked down, and saw a wet circle on my shorts the size of a lemon.
My memory flashed back to the time I was 17, driving my Jeep, got caught in a huge traffic jam, and ended up peeing my jeans. I remember being mortified, even though nobody saw me. I also remember that it turned me on. Was it going to happen again? It still wasn't too late to get to a bush, or even to a toilet inside the house. I might be able to ... no, too late. Despite my desparate clenching, i was beginning to pee again. Not just a squirt this time; more like a jet. And another, despite my attempts to hold it. The fact was, I was wetting my pants like a little boy. I gave up the fight, and released my bladder. Rivers of warm pee ran down my legs, over my bare feet, and began forming a lake on the concrete driveway. I just stood there and let it happen. it was a wonderful feeling, and I won't wait long to experience it again.