At the Awards

[gldenwetgoose 20,287]

Two ladies find themselves in a desperate predicament at the Awards Ceremony.  Female Desperation and wetting.

 

Michelle glanced sideways into the mirror, taking in her side profile.  Did her dress suit her, it wasn’t very often she got to wear evening wear and heels, she didn’t find herself completely at ease with the luxury of it.  Was the colour too much? It was a very scarlet red. Could anyone tell she wasn’t wearing a bra?  With that deep cut back it wasn’t like she had a choice. Was a one piece trouser suit the right outfit and most importantly, did her bum look too large?  Hopefully not she thought to herself.

Just in front of her, colleague and good friend Allison was having exactly the same thoughts, looking at herself in an elegant ankle length black sparkly ball gown, the type with multiple layers flowing around her long elegant legs.  Legs that were tightly crossed, shifting her weight slowly from one foot to the other.  Not just to take the pressure off her cramped stiletto toes, but also to take the pressure off her uncomfortably full bladder.

These award ceremonies were tedious things Michelle thought to herself.  Ok, so the meal had been nice, the best hotel in the city, and lots of wine flowing freely which was always a good thing. Well mostly a good thing, except when you’re stuck on a table with the lecherous old guys from the office.  That was part of the reason Michelle had taken the opportunity to join Ally in the queue for the ladies.  If she wanted to have her thigh groped all night by some guy in a penguin suit… Well, there must be better options.

In her mind Michelle was working out how long she’d have to hand around - arrival drinks, meal and coffee were done. Now the interval before the awards themselves. Goodness knows how long those would take with the insufferable thank you speeches.

Ally was doing other mental calculations to herself.

“God, how long does it take” she whispered to Michelle. “If we’re waiting here much longer I might just hop up on a sink, I really need a wee”

“I know what you mean - I don’t normally drink anything like this much” replied Michelle.

Of the two ladies, somehow it definitely looked like Allison who was struggling the most. That struggle got a little worse when over the speakers they heard their call back to the tables for the award ceremony to begin.   Ally looked at Michelle with anguish in her eyes…

“What are we going to do?  I’m not sure I can hold on all night.”  The two ladies weighed up their options - should they wait, stick to their places in the queue?   As they were pondering a further announcement rang out over the loudspeakers.  The doors were about to be closed and they both knew the management wouldn’t take kindly to them missing.

 

Back at the table, the awards were in full swing. Michelle looked across at Ally, the poor girl looking definitely distracted. She had a slight frown and was biting her lip. From the very slight motion of her shoulders Michelle could imagine some serious leg jiggling going on under the table.

Ten minutes went past, then twenty and forty.  The awards really were tedious things, not exciting topics at all. To be honest Michelle wasn’t really taking any notice at all of what was being said.  A bit like Charley Brown when adults speak on the Snoopy cartoons there was lots of blah - blah - blah talking.  Partly the lack of attention was down to watching Ally intently, and partly down to the feelings in her own bladder.

Michelle had of course drunk just as much wine as Ally, so by rights she should have been suffering just as much.  Ally certainly seemed to be suffering all right. Michelle watched her as she shuffled from side to side in her seat, nervously looking towards the door with the tantalising sign ‘Toilets’ above it.  Michelle wondered how long her friend would be able to hold out and what would she do - the options were certainly limited.

Michelle could feel her own bladder too of course, the weight and the pressure it was exerting. She was definitely well past the point she’d normally hold out to.  At home she would have gone and tinkled much sooner. In the office, even in a boring meeting she’d normally have excused herself for go and wee.  Tonight though, maybe it was the alcohol helping, but she felt a lot more relaxed about her need. She certainly wasn’t worried like Ally clearly was.

A few more minutes passed, Michelle watching Ally’s face intently when suddenly her attention was jolted away by all the guys on the table cheering and jumping from their seats. It seems they’d won and award!  Looking back towards her friend, Ally’s face was crimson, but she composed herself putting on a smile and carefully raising herself to her feet. Michelle putting two and two together wondered if there was a wet patch on the back of Ally’s dress.

 

Before they knew it the two ladies found themselves up on the stage, standing in the spotlights in front of a thousand or so guests. Fortunately all the guys had crowded themselves around the podium leaving Ally and Michelle to stand behind them.  That was perhaps just as well - the pressure whilst sitting had been bad, but now standing up was completely unbearable.

Michelle watched as Ally suddenly stood still, no longer shuffling from side to side, tears welled up in the girl’s eyes. Ally blinked them away, lifting her chin slightly and breathing deeply.  Glancing down Michelle saw the growing puddle around her colleague’s open toe stiletto heels, quickly soaking into the dark carpet.

Watching her friend and colleague wetting herself, standing on a stage, but hidden behind their colleagues suddenly seemed fantastic.  Michelle felt a tingle through her body, that somehow told her it was ok - just do it.

Michelle relaxed, letting go of her bladder muscles, relaxing the heavy weight that she felt. She smiled inside at the feeling of a hot glow spreading forwards, but mostly backwards from her labia to her bum cheeks, feeling the warmth spreading and at the same time the ache in her bladder disappearing.

She knew the feeling, but it still felt amazing and comfortable.  Of course last time she hadn’t been standing on a stage, she’d been standing in her own bathroom, just making sure that her adult pamper would hold enough without leaking. After all, how else is one supposed to wee in an all in one suit?

Still her managing director was droning on with his speech. Still the warmth was cosseting her private parts and still she was standing next to Ally, who still had tears in her eyes.  Looking down there was a wet circle around Ally’s feet but not enough for anyone to notice.

Michelle squeezed Ally’s hand and smiled at her “Don’t worry - it’s fine”

Ally smiled back a weak smile and whispered “Our secret?”

[Kupar 12,508]

Lovely! Hot and believable. We feel for the two of them, and share in Ally's desperation and relief. Nice pampers touch too! Award-winning fiction, I'd say 🙂 

[wetwulf 3,192]

Hot story @gldenwetgoose. I wonder if this "secret" becomes something else between these two? Maybe Michelle can introduce Ally to the pleasures of wetting.

[kalle2020 887]

A very instructive story illustrating the various options girls have in such situations. Now it's up to each reader to draw the right conclusion for herself the next time she is dressing up for a fancy event.  😉

[MiaDarling 700]

On 12/31/2020 at 10:09 AM, gldenwetgoose said:

Two ladies find themselves in a desperate predicament at the Awards Ceremony.  Female Desperation and wetting.

 

Michelle glanced sideways into the mirror, taking in her side profile.  Did her dress suit her, it wasn’t very often she got to wear evening wear and heels, she didn’t find herself completely at ease with the luxury of it.  Was the colour too much? It was a very scarlet red. Could anyone tell she wasn’t wearing a bra?  With that deep cut back it wasn’t like she had a choice. Was a one piece trouser suit the right outfit and most importantly, did her bum look too large?  Hopefully not she thought to herself.

Just in front of her, colleague and good friend Allison was having exactly the same thoughts, looking at herself in an elegant ankle length black sparkly ball gown, the type with multiple layers flowing around her long elegant legs.  Legs that were tightly crossed, shifting her weight slowly from one foot to the other.  Not just to take the pressure off her cramped stiletto toes, but also to take the pressure off her uncomfortably full bladder.

These award ceremonies were tedious things Michelle thought to herself.  Ok, so the meal had been nice, the best hotel in the city, and lots of wine flowing freely which was always a good thing. Well mostly a good thing, except when you’re stuck on a table with the lecherous old guys from the office.  That was part of the reason Michelle had taken the opportunity to join Ally in the queue for the ladies.  If she wanted to have her thigh groped all night by some guy in a penguin suit… Well, there must be better options.

In her mind Michelle was working out how long she’d have to hand around - arrival drinks, meal and coffee were done. Now the interval before the awards themselves. Goodness knows how long those would take with the insufferable thank you speeches.

Ally was doing other mental calculations to herself.

“God, how long does it take” she whispered to Michelle. “If we’re waiting here much longer I might just hop up on a sink, I really need a wee”

“I know what you mean - I don’t normally drink anything like this much” replied Michelle.

Of the two ladies, somehow it definitely looked like Allison who was struggling the most. That struggle got a little worse when over the speakers they heard their call back to the tables for the award ceremony to begin.   Ally looked at Michelle with anguish in her eyes…

“What are we going to do?  I’m not sure I can hold on all night.”  The two ladies weighed up their options - should they wait, stick to their places in the queue?   As they were pondering a further announcement rang out over the loudspeakers.  The doors were about to be closed and they both knew the management wouldn’t take kindly to them missing.

 

Back at the table, the awards were in full swing. Michelle looked across at Ally, the poor girl looking definitely distracted. She had a slight frown and was biting her lip. From the very slight motion of her shoulders Michelle could imagine some serious leg jiggling going on under the table.

Ten minutes went past, then twenty and forty.  The awards really were tedious things, not exciting topics at all. To be honest Michelle wasn’t really taking any notice at all of what was being said.  A bit like Charley Brown when adults speak on the Snoopy cartoons there was lots of blah - blah - blah talking.  Partly the lack of attention was down to watching Ally intently, and partly down to the feelings in her own bladder.

Michelle had of course drunk just as much wine as Ally, so by rights she should have been suffering just as much.  Ally certainly seemed to be suffering all right. Michelle watched her as she shuffled from side to side in her seat, nervously looking towards the door with the tantalising sign ‘Toilets’ above it.  Michelle wondered how long her friend would be able to hold out and what would she do - the options were certainly limited.

Michelle could feel her own bladder too of course, the weight and the pressure it was exerting. She was definitely well past the point she’d normally hold out to.  At home she would have gone and tinkled much sooner. In the office, even in a boring meeting she’d normally have excused herself for go and wee.  Tonight though, maybe it was the alcohol helping, but she felt a lot more relaxed about her need. She certainly wasn’t worried like Ally clearly was.

A few more minutes passed, Michelle watching Ally’s face intently when suddenly her attention was jolted away by all the guys on the table cheering and jumping from their seats. It seems they’d won and award!  Looking back towards her friend, Ally’s face was crimson, but she composed herself putting on a smile and carefully raising herself to her feet. Michelle putting two and two together wondered if there was a wet patch on the back of Ally’s dress.

 

Before they knew it the two ladies found themselves up on the stage, standing in the spotlights in front of a thousand or so guests. Fortunately all the guys had crowded themselves around the podium leaving Ally and Michelle to stand behind them.  That was perhaps just as well - the pressure whilst sitting had been bad, but now standing up was completely unbearable.

Michelle watched as Ally suddenly stood still, no longer shuffling from side to side, tears welled up in the girl’s eyes. Ally blinked them away, lifting her chin slightly and breathing deeply.  Glancing down Michelle saw the growing puddle around her colleague’s open toe stiletto heels, quickly soaking into the dark carpet.

Watching her friend and colleague wetting herself, standing on a stage, but hidden behind their colleagues suddenly seemed fantastic.  Michelle felt a tingle through her body, that somehow told her it was ok - just do it.

Michelle relaxed, letting go of her bladder muscles, relaxing the heavy weight that she felt. She smiled inside at the feeling of a hot glow spreading forwards, but mostly backwards from her labia to her bum cheeks, feeling the warmth spreading and at the same time the ache in her bladder disappearing.

She knew the feeling, but it still felt amazing and comfortable.  Of course last time she hadn’t been standing on a stage, she’d been standing in her own bathroom, just making sure that her adult pamper would hold enough without leaking. After all, how else is one supposed to wee in an all in one suit?

Still her managing director was droning on with his speech. Still the warmth was cosseting her private parts and still she was standing next to Ally, who still had tears in her eyes.  Looking down there was a wet circle around Ally’s feet but not enough for anyone to notice.

Michelle squeezed Ally’s hand and smiled at her “Don’t worry - it’s fine”

Ally smiled back a weak smile and whispered “Our secret?”

Excellent story Goose!! A girl and her Pampers!! 😊😊

[gldenwetgoose 20,287]

Just now, MiaDarling said:

Excellent story Goose!! A girl and her Pampers!! 😊😊

I did have a scenario in mind for a girl in pampers - and that may happen yet, but in the interim this came to be.

[MiaDarling 700]

4 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

I did have a scenario in mind for a girl in pampers - and that may happen yet, but in the interim this came to be.

I can't wait to read it!