My First Public Wetting!

[Sammilove 200]

Desperation and wetting, Public.
 

This happened a quite few years back. I was a sophmore in High School. I had just turned 18. It happened at the mall after school. I was wearing khaki pants, a white hoodie, black shoes and white socks, And I think green panties as well.So here we go.

 

It was a typical day at school. I had P.E. 5th period and we had to run our mile for our fitness test. Anyways, I ran it in about 7 and half minutes. As soon as I finished, I drank a bottle of water really fast. I didn't think about how fast I had drank it. I grabbed another to take with me to 6th period. Last class of the day. About half way through, I noticed I had to pee and I had already drank the other bottle by now. 'Oh boy, here we go.'

 

I tried to ignore it to see how strong the urge was. It kept building fast and by that point I knew what it was from. If I went now, it'd help me only now. I still had a 30 minute drive home and I decided to keep holding. I was going to go right as class dismissed. About 5 minutes left in class, I was getting desperate. I kept staring at the clock. My bladder felt like it was going to explode. I was sitting straight up and my legs were glued together. Finally the bell rang and I made a dash for the bathroom. On the way, I ran into one of my BFFs. We were both going to the bathroom. But like usual, their was a line.

 

At this point, I was doing everything in power to hold back the pending flood. One hand in my crotch and doing a constant pee dance. Finally, a stall opened up I ran in and practically ripped my pants trying to go. I pulled my panties down and practically starting peeing before I was sitting down all the way. The stream was so long and loud thatmy friend said, "You really had to go didn't you?" "You have no idea Lindsey. I hadn't been all day and I had drank way too much water." She laughed at me. "I don't think you'd made it you waited any longer." I just nodded.

 

Lindsey had asked if I wanted to go to the mall. I agreed, forgetting how much I had drank earlier that day. I remembered as we pulled into the mall. I had to pee again. Not even 15 minutes later. I really did drink a lot then. When we walked in, I told Lindsey I had to pee again and we headed towards the restrooms. The ones by where we had entered were out of order, so we walked to the other side of themall to use those. They were open thankfully. Lindsey and I both emptied our bladders one more time before we started shopping. Our first stop was Starbucks. I got a large vanilla iced coffee as didshe. I drank mine rather fast. It was gone by the time we had finished looking in the first store. Lindsey had finished hers not long after. The coffee had made me thirstier though. I asked if we could go get a drink before we went to our next store.

 

We stopped at the food court and both got a largeice water. Our next store was Victoria's Secret and it was where I needed to go. I wanted to pick up a few more pairs of underwear, a few bras, some pants and maybe another hoodie. Oh, and some perfume too. As we shopped, we both kept drinking. And I could tell I had to pee again. But it wasn't bad yet. So I kept shopping. Finally, I had everything I wanted. We walked to the check out line.

 

"Oh man, this line needs to hurry up. I have to go pee really bad." I said. Lindsey just shot a glare at me.

 

"You always have to pee."

 

"I'm sorry I drank so much. But I don't see how you don't. You drank way more than me."

 

"Oh I do, but I'm trying to wait until we're finished shopping." said Lindsey.

 

I was standing still with my legs crossed. Lindsey was right behind. I could tell she was desperate. She kept fidgeting and shifting her weight. The cashier had finally finished checking us out and we both decided to head to the bathrooms. I was super desperate and walking really fast but Lindsey was holding me up. She kept stopping every minute or so to cross her legs and moan about her situation.I don't think she cared she was making it so much worse for me. I tried to tell her to stop but she said she couldn't help it and she was really sorry. Finally, we turned the corners to the bathroom. And bam. Closed for maintenance. I almost lost it then. The door was propped open and I asked, "Can we come in? We really have to go!"

 

"It'll be just a minute more and then I'm done." replied a older sounding male voice.

 

"Please hurry, we can't wait much longer."

 

"Listen here," said Lindsey, "If you don't let me in their right now, You're going to have to clean the mess I'm about to make out here!"

 

"Okay, I'm done."

 

I was standing in front of Lindsey and as soon as she saw the guy come out, she pushed me to thewall and ran inside. She threw me off balance an startled me and it caused me to leak a little. I forcefully regained control but I couldn't move. I had to go so badly I wanted to cry. I had one hand in between my crossed legs and I still felt like it wasn't enough. By now, their was a few other girls whoalso needed to pee who were behind me.

 

"Hey Blondie, get out of the way! Other people have to go too!" said a young girl and she too pushed me out of the way. I couldn't control it that time.I lost it. In front of the other girls and that creepy maintenance guy. I sighed in relief and tilted my head back because if felt so good. As soon as I opened my eyes and saw were I was still, my whole face turned red pretty much. My pants were soaked front and back. The pee had ran down both my legs, into my shoes and socks, had overflowed out of my socks, and had started making a puddle bythem selves. There was an older woman watching, probably the mom of the girl who pushed me. She came over and hugged me gave me her jacket to wrap around my waist. I stood their with tears streaming down my face. I had never been soashamed of myself before.

 

By now Lindsey had walked and was trying to comfort me as well. My pants were drenched. My shoes and socks probably ruined. And my pride was gone. I felt like a child. I finally regained myself enough to walk back to Lindsey's car and have her take me home. She didn't say a word for the first few minutes until she finally said, "I'm so sorry Samantha. I shouldn't have pushed you out of my way and it should be me who is drenched with pee. That was super selfish and I'm so sorry. Pleasedon't hate me forever." I just glared at her and didn't say a thing. We pulled up to my house and she asked if could come in. I agreed. We hung out for the rest of the evening until she wanted to go home. About 20 minutes later she texted me and said she felt awful and didn't want to go pee around me and she'd don anything to make it up to me. I replied,"So pee your pants then." I didn't get a response for sometime and I didn't expect to. But after 30 minutes I got a MMS from here. She took a selfie after she had peed herself while she was wearingher soaked pants. I just texted her and said. "wow."

Ever since then, we've been best of friends and although she never said it, I feel like she enjoyed that day a whole lot than she lead on. I'm tempted to ask her but I don't want seem weird. Bu I hope you guys enjoyed and thanks for reading!

 

[gldenwetgoose 20,294]

Glad that whole experience didn't put you off forever - thanks for sharing.

[Sammilove 200]

1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Glad that whole experience didn't put you off forever - thanks for sharing.

So after re-reading, there were so many grammatical errors. I apologize haha I just copy and pasted this without editing it further. I wrote it originally in 2015 sooooo

If anything, it solidified my interest hehe

Edited November 22, 2020 by Sammilove

[Kupar 12,525]

That's a really good story to read! Thanks for sharing it with us. I'm glad the experience didn't damage your friendship ... and that your interest in this kink was strengthened (once you'd got over the trauma). And it's so difficult to ask others the questions you want to ask, isn't it, unless you're certain of the answer you'll get.