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One more story from 1996 I wrote, this one actually got published in a Penthouse Variations magazine! Though I am male it was written from a women's perspective. Features two ladies on a drive home.

In Her Pants

by Chris, March 1996

I was driving my girlfriend back to her place. We had been out night clubbing and it was finally time to call it a night. Suddenly, looking over, I noticed that Cheryl was squirming uncomfortably in her seat. I asked her if anything was the matter.

"Shit! It's all the damn beer we must've drank. And now I've gotta pee. I've gotta pee real, real bad too!" She cried.

"We'll be at your place in a couple of minutes. It's just one more exit." I said, trying to reassure her.

But as we approached that exit, traffic began to back up, and then came to a complete halt. There seemed to be an accident up ahead and no one was going anywhere. Cheryl began panicking, realizing we weren't moving.

"What am I going to do? I've gotta pee, I'm bursting!" She said, desperation in her voice.

I didn't know what to say because for all I knew we might be here for a while. And this was a busy freeway so it wasn't as though I could just pull over and let Cheryl find a bush.

"I don't think I can hold it in any longer. I don't think I can! I'm going to piss in my pants!" She said, her face red with embarrassment as she pondered her predicament.

This was a new car and I didn't exactly relish having her drench my car seat with her urine. Luckily, there were a couple of towels in the back seat from a trip to the beach I had taken the prior weekend and I handed her the towels now and told her to put them on the seat.

"Thanks Jenny, you're a friend," Cheryl said. Relieved that I was sympathetic. "This is so embarrassing!"

"Don't be embarrassed, Cheryl. We've shared a lot of stuff, and this'll just be one more thing." I patted her thing.

It was true. Cheryl and I would tell each other all our secrets. We'd describe our sexual escapades in detail. And some of those escapades were pretty freaky.

Once I even told Cheryl how I let a guy piss on me and how much I liked it. So it's not as though peeing was something we hadn't already talked about.

"All right, I'm gonna pee now," she said, looking at me with a shy, slightly humiliated expression.

Looking down at the crotch of her jeans I could see the wet stain spreading from her crotch down her thighs. She was really getting wet down there, obviously Cheryl had a very full bladder.

"I'm so sorry Jenny," she said, still apologizing.

"Forget it. If you have to pee, you have to pee," I said.

When we finally got off the freeway and over to Cheryl's apartment complex I gave her a raincoat so she could cover herself: She asked me to come inside with her. She probably didn't want to say goodnight to me in this state. In the elevator little did all the others realize that my friend's jeans were drenched with her own urine!

When we were up in her place she rushed into the bathroom.

"Hey, let me take a look at you before you pull off those wet clothes," I said.

"What?! I'm embarrassed enough as it is, now you want to look at me standing in my piss soaked jeans?" she said, bemused.

"Yeah, I do. I want to see what you look like," I said in that sassy tone of voice Cheryl and I like to use with each other when we both know we're being sexy.

"Okay, here I am,'' she said, now posing in her wet jeans, slowly turning around and bending over so I could see how thoroughly drenched was the seat of her jeans. Then she sat on the rim of the bathtub, flexing and spreading her legs so l could stare at the wet denim at her crotch and her thighs. I don't know why, but there was something so sexy about seeing Cheryl like this, just having pissed in her jeans and still wearing them. Cheryl is real cute and has a killer body. She always looks terrific in tight jeans, especially wet ones, as I now saw!

"You look so sexy," I said to Cheryl, and there was a tone in my voice that both Cheryl and I recognized now as being frankly sexual. And there was an erotic luster in her eyes now as she approached me.

"Say, if I had to pee so bad, you probably have to pee too, Jenny. You had as much to drink as me. And I didn't notice you going to the bathroom to take a piss."

Cheryl was right. I did need to take a piss.

"Hey, I peed in my jeans, why don't you soak yours?" Cheryl suggested.

"I want to see you get wet too."

"Okay, ' I said, feeling free and bold. "I think I will."

I planted my feet wide apart and started peeing. There was a mirror on the wall, so not only could I feel myself getting all damp, I could watch the wet stain of my urine spread across the denim of my jeans. Cheryl had been sitting in the car when she wet, but I was standing. So the pee was running down my pant legs, tinkling into a little puddle at my feet. Luckily, I had taken off my shoes when I walked into Cheryl's place.

"Wow! Check it out!" Cheryl said lustfully as she watched me dampen my jeans.

It felt so nice and warm and moist down there, in between my legs, as I kept peeing. Finally I finished. Cheryl and I now stood opposite each other, staring down at our piss-drenched bottoms. Then, without saying a word, we rushed at each other, kissing and caressing, feeling each other up, running fingers across the wet denim.

"Let's take these wet jeans off, shall we ?" I said softly.

"Let's," Cheryl purred, pulling down my zipper and reaching in to fondle my pissy-wet pussy!

<<< THE END >>>

Friday Night Concert, Part 2

by Chris, June 1996

In part one of this true story, I had taken Julie to her first rock concert and,

she had wet her panties and skirt towards the end of the show. Julie was extremely

upset and quite embarrassed at wetting herself in public, and on the way towards

our car I tried to console her by relating the first time I had wet my pants in

public.

"So, when did you do it?" she asked me.

We had just reached the car. "Get in and I'll tell you while we drive." I answered.

"I think I was 15 and was going to my first concert too. I had arrived early with

my girlfriends and since we weren't old enough to buy beer yet, we had a six pack

of cokes. We had finished the cokes and left the parking lot party to begin our

wait in line. The concert was festival seating, which meant the closer in line we

were when the gates finally opened the better chance we had at getting up close to

the stage.

Well after about two more hours the gates opened and we raced down the steps to

the lawn field towards the stage. Karen and I get right in the front of everyone!

We had the best spot in the house. The music was great that day but as evening fell

I realized that there was no way that I could ever get through the crowd find the

restrooms, pee, then get back to the front where we had staked out our spot. Karen

didn't seem to have to go, I didn't ask her, though I did tell her of my need.

"How long can you wait?" she yelled over the music. I thought about telling her I

could wait longer, but my bladder was beginning to send me serious distress signals.

I had already been dancing more to lessen my need to pee, than because of the music

the band was playing. I answered her by crossing my legs tightly together and

jamming my hand into my crotch. When she realized just how bad I had to go we went

off towards the bathrooms. Karen said she wasn't mad that we would have to stand in

the back for the last band, because she too needed to relieve herself.

We finally got to the bathrooms and, as usual, there was a long line which we

promptly got in. I had to go so bad, it felt like my whole body was turning to

liquid. I must have looked like a total fool, crossing my legs, one hand jammed in

my crotch, I was biting my lip and bouncing at the knees in a loosing struggle to

maintain control.

I had felt several spurts in my panties as we walked towards the bathrooms, but now

they were beginning to happen faster. I felt my jeans dampen around my fingers as

they pushed harder into my crotch. Then the little spurts became a slow, steady

stream. Within seconds, the steam of urine began to jet out in a torrent. My face

turned red and flushed as I felt the warmth in my body move from my crotch to my

face. Waves of relief swept over me, and my ass tickled as the hot liquid soaked up

my panties in the back. I looked down and saw my pee pouring out my pants leg onto

the cement floor beneath me. My own reflection stared back at me from the puddle.

I went was weak at the knees as the warmth from my accident combined with the

friction my little pussy was getting from the tight wet denim as my fingers had

pushed and squeezed it. I had my first real earth shattering orgasm in that dirty

ladies room at the arena while waiting for Karen to finish peeing (she had made it

in time).

"So you see Julie, my accident was a lot like yours," I explained.

Julie confided to me that it wasn't really her first accident, but she had several

others as an adult. "This is the first accident I have ever had around someone I

knew though, and I really was embarrassed, in fact I still am," Julie said.

I looked into her eyes and saw that she was slightly more red in the face than she

had been while wetting herself 5 minutes ago. "What is it?" I questioned her.

"Did you really come when you peed yourself at that concert?" I told her I did.

Then without saying a word I took her hand in mine and gently placed it at the top

of my thigh. I arched my back slightly and raised my butt up off the seat. The car

had just pulled up to a red light, I leaned over and gave Julie a deep wet kiss

and simultaneously began pissing as hard as I could into my tight jeans. Julie

pulled away at the start, but as my tongue parted her lips she kissed me back.

Julie moaned loudly as she heard my pee cascading off my pants and splashing into

my leather seat. Her hand quickly slid from my thigh to my soaking crotch. All of

a sudden we were brought back to reality by a car honking behind us, the light had

turned green! I barely remember the drive home, that night we made love as I had

never done so before, my first time with a women, my first time at deliberately

wetting my pants in front of a friend. My new life was born. I had tossed aside

societies' ideas about sex and decency, but I felt free, as never before. Julie and

I kept up our relationship until last year when she moved to London. Though we don't

see each other much, our love has not died, we both have just moved on with our

lives. We were together for almost 10 years.

I have a fantastic boyfriend now, and we have been seeing each other for about 5

years, Julie loves him too and we have all been intimate together. Keith is a great

guy, and has found that he is turned on by the sight of me wetting my pants. At

first he was a bit put off, but found that he loved to watch me try and make it

through a whole evening out drinking and dancing without using a restroom until

we were at our house. Of course many times while playing "hold-it" I don't make it

home completely dry! But those are tales for another time.

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Thanks,

Chris

An old story I wrote back in 1996 enjoy!

Friday Night Concert - Part 1

By Chris, February 1996

I had scored two tickets to see my girlfriends favorite rock band Friday

night. When I told her she was thrilled as she had never been to a

concert before. We both eagerly waited for the week to end, and finally

it was Friday. We left for the show about an hour and half early as the

show was general admission and we wanted to get up close.

I had brought a long several six-packs of ice cold beer, of which we

quickly downed several beers each while waiting in line to get in to see

the show. Julie soon had to go to the bathroom but there was no where to

go, until we were inside the arena. The girls behind us suggested to her

that she go squat behind a car in the parking lot, as that was what they

had just done. They offered to hold our place in line for us. Julie, I

could tell, was not too keen on this idea as she had always been

extremely private about such matters.

We still had at least a half an hour until the doors opened and we were

allowed to go inside, and I could tell she would not make it that long.

Julie finally decided that she had better go to the parking lot as

suggested, and asked me to come along as a lookout. She found a dark

area behind two parked trucks that seemed private enough and unbuttoned

her tight faded blue jeans. Julie told me to keep a careful eye out for

anyone coming to close while she peed. (Little did she know I really

wanted to see her pee more than play lookout for her). She pushed down

her jeans and cotton panties and went into a squat as I stared at her.

She looked so sexy in that position! Suddenly she erupted a noisy yellow

gusher of hot pee from her crotch that seemed to go on and on, wow, she

really did have to go. After several minutes the stream slowed into a

trickle then it stopped. Julie quickly wiped herself with a kleenex and

pulled up her jeans "Did anybody see me?" she asked. "No, only me." I

replied.

We found our spot back in line after going by my car to retrieve a six-

pack. We thanked the girls for holding our place and gave them each a

cold beer. Soon the beers were empty and the doors opened we rushed in

with the rest of the crowd and got up close, though there were no seats

on the arena floor, Julie didn't seem to mind as she was so close she

could almost touch the stage. Before the show started I went to use the

bathroom myself and get a couple more beers.

Julie seemed to be having a really good time during the concert, we were

pretty high thanks to all of the the beer and the pot being passed

around, so I was surprised when she suggested we leave during the first

encore song. "Come on Julie the band will play at least two or three

more songs" I told her. "Let's wait until the show is over, OK?" Julie

said she really needed to pee again. She demonstrated this point by

squeezing her crotch with her hand as she shifted her weight from foot to

foot. I asked her to try to hold it for another ten minutes but she said

she didn't think she could wait that long. I took her hand and began to

leave the arena floor. Julie went up the steps in front of me and I

could tell by the small steps she was taking and the way she kept

squeezing her thighs together that she really did have to go bad! We

finally reached the lobby and began to head towards the ladies room but

as we approached it I saw a line of at least twenty women stretching out

into the hallway.

Julie saw this also and grabbed her crotch as she had done earlier and

crossed her legs tightly. "There is no way I can wait" she said with

great urgency in her voice "What about the men's room?" But it also had

the same line stretching into the hallway. Julie began walking towards

the exit slowly at first then almost running with me in tow. I looked

down at her ass in those tight faded blue jeans and noticed a small wet

spot forming at the crotch and slowly moving down her thighs. Once

outside she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the wall. "Oh my god,

I'm wetting my pants" she cried. I looked down towards her crotch and

saw the light blue denim of her jeans darken around her hand, then she

slowly spread her legs slightly and the wetness spread outwards and

traveled down her inseams towards the ground. Her face was red and she

was crying. I felt bad for her embarrassment, but little did she know

that she was providing me with my secret fantasy of watching a girl wet

herself in front of me!

The urine was now pouring down her legs and forming a small amber lake

around her soaked tennis shoes. Several people leaving the show had

stopped to watch this spectacle. How often does one get the chance to

see a beautiful young girl wet her pants in public? For me it wasn't the

first time I had ever seen it happen but I had never been so close to a

real accident before or known the victim on a personal level. I

overheard several comments from the small crowd gathered to watch our

spectacle. "Gross" one girl said. "What a baby" said another. I

noticed several guys straining to get a better look.

Julie grabbed my hand and began pulling me to our car leaving a dripping

trail down the sidewalk. "Oh my god I can't believe it, I just couldn't

help it I had to go so bad and it just started to come out. I can't

believe I wet my pants like a baby." She was still crying so I tried to

console her "Relax Julie everyone has wet there their pants at least

once. Even I have before." I said. That seemed to make her feel better,

she stopped crying and began laughing "You have not," she countered.

"Yes I have." "When?" she asked.

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If you like this story I would love to her your stories real or fantasy.

Female pants wetting scenes are rare especially in public. Lets hear what

you've got to share.

Please respond by private e-mail to me at [email protected]

Thanks,

Chris

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