I didn't make it.

[Sophie 22,991]

I arrived home from work today absolutely bursting for a wee, I had been holding myself on the drive home, having not been for 4 hours and having finished a bottle of water! I managed to make it to my house dry, parked my car and dashed to the house. As I was fumbling trying to get my key in the door a large spurt of wee jetted into my thong, it was enough for me to feel it on my thighs and I knew I was in trouble. I unlocked the door, kicked off my heels, tossed the keys on the floor and ran upstairs. I burst into the bathroom and as I went to unfasten my trousers my bladder decided it had waited long enough. I could see my trousers glistening in the mirror opposite, the wetness slowly spreading across my lap as I lost the fight. Figuring my clothes were ruined anyway, and unable to stop the flow I just sat on the toilet, fully clothed. Normally when I wet myself on the toilet it is a conscious effort, I have to tell myself to relax. Not this time! The slow trickle continued for a couple of seconds and then a strong stream began pouring into my thong, a moments silence before the fabric became saturated and several trickles fell into the water below with a loud tinkle. I was merely a passenger as my body took care of what it needed to do, it was completely out of my control and I was just there for the ride. I sighed heavily, not caring about wetting myself or the state of my clothes, I was just happy to get the relief. I could feel the wetness spreading across my bum as more and more wee flowed through my trousers and it actually felt rather nice. In the mirror I was sat all prim and proper and I felt rather sexy. There’s just something that appeals to me about sitting like I would in a meeting or other professional setting, but wetting myself! I was enjoying myself too much to even guess how long I went for but after a while my pee slowed to a dribble and stopped completely, the tinkle continuing for a little longer as the drips fell from my trousers.

I never seem to fully empty after being truly bursting so I decided to stay seated for a little longer just to make sure. About five minutes later I smiled to myself in the mirror as I started peeing again, a slow but steady trickle flowing through my thong, through my soaking wet trousers and into the water with a loud but delicate tinkle. I peed for roughly 10 seconds and I was satisfied I was empty as the trickle faded away. Once the dripping stopped again I stood up and turned around, looking at myself in the mirror with a wide smile. The back of my trousers were clinging to my skin and were glistening a beautiful gloss black. There was no hiding just how wet they was. The water in the toilet bowl was very slightly discoloured. Not yellow, but not crystal clear either. I unfastened my trousers and wriggled them down to my knees and looked at my underwear in the mirror. My pink thong was now a dark red! Completely saturated. I took off my wet clothes, wiped myself and flushed the toilet before scurrying to my bedroom semi naked to get changed into something a little more comfortable, and dryer!

[gldenwetgoose 20,209]

Bless you @Sophie - How to make the very  best of an awkward situation?

Huge thanks to you for sharing with us.    Moments earlier, and you'd be panicking about drying your beautiful car seat.   And later, well I'm sure you'd be writing about your last minute wee.   But as it is, as long as the washing isn't a problem - wonderful.

xxx

[Kupar 12,317]

Thank you for describing your experience @Sophie. Goose has said it all really! 

❤️

[Alfresco 10,989]

As ever, a beautifully detailed account of a magical moment.   Sorry that you were in the position that you were so desperate that you had to wet yourself, but so good that you were able to turn it into a pleasurable release.  

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Oh wow @Sophie! As always, a beautifully written recount of a really hot moment. Thanks so much for sharing with us 🙂

[WetMart 984]

Thank you for a lovely description Sophie