A few years ago I attended a party in Hollywood held by a friend of mine. Everyone there was nicely dressed. I was wearing my black suit. At two in the morning I knew it was time to go. I had too much to drink, and was by now really pee desperate. Inquiring about a bathroom, I was directed to the Pool House out back. I remember being a little wobbly as I made my way out to the backyard. It was dark, and I was bursting to pee. Tripping on a lawn sprinkler, I accidentally shot a squirt of pee into my underwear. I remember the warm wetness felt kinda nice in a weird wet way. My pee wet underwear did not really bother me much. I figured that since I was wearing black, and it was dark outside, no one would ever know.
Finally finding the bathroom I raced threw the door bursting out another squirt of wet pee in my underwear. Turned out, what I thought was a bathroom was just the Pool’s Shower Room. Looking around, there was no toilet. In the mirror I could see shinny wet pee seeping from my crotch down my inner thighs. I knew no amount of black clothing was going to hide this. Feeling totally defeated, all I wanted was to sit down and let go a relaxing pee. The last thing I remembered that made sense, was to simply sit on the shower’s floor and finish peeing.
To my friends, I had gone missing. In their search, one of my friends found me in the Pool House shower room. I was found happily sitting there on the floor of the shower. With a water sprayer in hand, I was busily spraying down my shoes and crotch with warm water. With a big drunk grin on my face, I was mumbling something about pee, and now trying to rinse off. My friend immortalized the moment with this photo, and still jokingly refers to me in private as “WetjeansBoy.”
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A few years ago I attended a party in Hollywood held by a friend of mine. Everyone there was nicely dressed. I was wearing my black suit. At two in the morning I knew it was time to go. I had too much to drink, and was by now really pee desperate. Inquiring about a bathroom, I was directed to the Pool House out back. I remember being a little wobbly as I made my way out to the backyard. It was dark, and I was bursting to pee. Tripping on a lawn sprinkler, I accidentally shot a squirt of pee into my underwear. I remember the warm wetness felt kinda nice in a weird wet way. My pee wet underwear did not really bother me much. I figured that since I was wearing black, and it was dark outside, no one would ever know.
Finally finding the bathroom I raced threw the door bursting out another squirt of wet pee in my underwear. Turned out, what I thought was a bathroom was just the Pool’s Shower Room. Looking around, there was no toilet. In the mirror I could see shinny wet pee seeping from my crotch down my inner thighs. I knew no amount of black clothing was going to hide this. Feeling totally defeated, all I wanted was to sit down and let go a relaxing pee. The last thing I remembered that made sense, was to simply sit on the shower’s floor and finish peeing.
To my friends, I had gone missing. In their search, one of my friends found me in the Pool House shower room. I was found happily sitting there on the floor of the shower. With a water sprayer in hand, I was busily spraying down my shoes and crotch with warm water. With a big drunk grin on my face, I was mumbling something about pee, and now trying to rinse off. My friend immortalized the moment with this photo, and still jokingly refers to me in private as “WetjeansBoy.”