Hi guys, I thought I’d share a story of a time I pissed myself in public. It was honestly a total accident, though I’d be lying if I said my kink wasn’t in the back of my mind when it happened.
The evening started with my boyfriend and I heading downtown via the train. A childhood friend of mine was having a birthday, and she wanted to go bar hopping to celebrate. I was 23 at the time and not that into the bar scene, so the idea was really novel and fun to me.
We made a party rule: At least one shot and one drink at each bar before we hopped to the next. We drank, we danced, we party, and it was really easy to lose track of time and how much we were drinking. I honestly don’t know how many bars we hit, but around midnight I was so drunk and getting pretty tired. My boyfriend and I said bye to everyone and started to head back to the station.
I hadn’t noticed when we were partying, but we were really far from the station at that point. My heels, which I hadn’t really noticed all night, suddenly felt like they’d been a horrible idea. But nothing to do but walk. After a few blocks, I realized I had to pee pretty bad. I tried to ignore it: There were bathrooms at the station, I just had to keep moving.
A few blocks later and I was getting more desperate. I asked my boyfriend if we could walk faster and told him I really had to pee. He chuckled and noted I was the one moving slowly because I was so drunk. I tried to hustle.
A few blocks later and I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. I told my boyfriend I was going to go down an alleyway to piss and that I would be right back. He grabbed my hand and said “No! You could get arrested! We’re almost there, you can make it!”
We kept going and made it to the parking garage for the train, which was a level below the station and the tracks. I begged my boyfriend to let me squat between some cars. He said that was ridiculous because we were literally at the station. At this point, I couldn’t walk consistently, I was having to stop and squirm or bounce in place now and then to hold it in.
We found the elevator. Waiting for it felt like an eternity, with me doubled over and both hands stuffed in my crotch. We road one floor up, me wriggling the entire time. I was so grateful to see the station entrance, thinking about how I’d finally be able to relieve myself soon. Turns out, it was sooner than planned.
I took one step, and a night’s worth of piss gushed out of me. Locking my knees together did nothing to slow the flood. My leggings were soaked through instantly, and it puddled all over the elevator floor, and some spilled down to the first level through the crack between the elevator and the sidewalk. It went on and on, with my boyfriend looking at me with a look of shock on his face.
When my stream trickled out, all I could say was “Told you I had to go.” He chuckled a little and took my face in his hands. He said “Sorry, hon. It’s too bad, you almost made it.” He felt guilty, I think, but I was grateful he didn’t make it into a huge deal!
I still ended up going to the bathroom. I peeled my panties off and threw them away with the paper towels I used to dry off my leggings as much a possible. I thought about trying to wash them in the sink, but standing bottomless in a public restroom seemed like a bad idea. So I just sat on the toilet and put them back on. Somehow I still managed to pee a little more in the process, but at least that made it into the bowl! I still have the leggings and the heels I wore that night, and though it was pretty embarrassing at the time, I look back on it as a treasured memory. Also, he and I are married now.
EDIT: OMG this came out so long, sorry guys! I hope it’s still a fun read.
That Time I Pissed My Leggings…
in Real Pee Encounters & Experiences
Posted · Edited by Peeingtoohard
Hi guys, I thought I’d share a story of a time I pissed myself in public. It was honestly a total accident, though I’d be lying if I said my kink wasn’t in the back of my mind when it happened.
The evening started with my boyfriend and I heading downtown via the train. A childhood friend of mine was having a birthday, and she wanted to go bar hopping to celebrate. I was 23 at the time and not that into the bar scene, so the idea was really novel and fun to me.
We made a party rule: At least one shot and one drink at each bar before we hopped to the next. We drank, we danced, we party, and it was really easy to lose track of time and how much we were drinking. I honestly don’t know how many bars we hit, but around midnight I was so drunk and getting pretty tired. My boyfriend and I said bye to everyone and started to head back to the station.
I hadn’t noticed when we were partying, but we were really far from the station at that point. My heels, which I hadn’t really noticed all night, suddenly felt like they’d been a horrible idea. But nothing to do but walk. After a few blocks, I realized I had to pee pretty bad. I tried to ignore it: There were bathrooms at the station, I just had to keep moving.
A few blocks later and I was getting more desperate. I asked my boyfriend if we could walk faster and told him I really had to pee. He chuckled and noted I was the one moving slowly because I was so drunk. I tried to hustle.
A few blocks later and I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. I told my boyfriend I was going to go down an alleyway to piss and that I would be right back. He grabbed my hand and said “No! You could get arrested! We’re almost there, you can make it!”
We kept going and made it to the parking garage for the train, which was a level below the station and the tracks. I begged my boyfriend to let me squat between some cars. He said that was ridiculous because we were literally at the station. At this point, I couldn’t walk consistently, I was having to stop and squirm or bounce in place now and then to hold it in.
We found the elevator. Waiting for it felt like an eternity, with me doubled over and both hands stuffed in my crotch. We road one floor up, me wriggling the entire time. I was so grateful to see the station entrance, thinking about how I’d finally be able to relieve myself soon. Turns out, it was sooner than planned.
I took one step, and a night’s worth of piss gushed out of me. Locking my knees together did nothing to slow the flood. My leggings were soaked through instantly, and it puddled all over the elevator floor, and some spilled down to the first level through the crack between the elevator and the sidewalk. It went on and on, with my boyfriend looking at me with a look of shock on his face.
When my stream trickled out, all I could say was “Told you I had to go.” He chuckled a little and took my face in his hands. He said “Sorry, hon. It’s too bad, you almost made it.” He felt guilty, I think, but I was grateful he didn’t make it into a huge deal!
I still ended up going to the bathroom. I peeled my panties off and threw them away with the paper towels I used to dry off my leggings as much a possible. I thought about trying to wash them in the sink, but standing bottomless in a public restroom seemed like a bad idea. So I just sat on the toilet and put them back on. Somehow I still managed to pee a little more in the process, but at least that made it into the bowl! I still have the leggings and the heels I wore that night, and though it was pretty embarrassing at the time, I look back on it as a treasured memory. Also, he and I are married now.
EDIT: OMG this came out so long, sorry guys! I hope it’s still a fun read.