The greatest thing just happened to me. I am at work, and part of my job in that every hour I go on rounds, check out the building and make sure it is safe, secure, yadda yadda yadda. I do this routine 8 times a day, 5 days a week. This time was different. You see when we do these rounds we have to take a swipe card so we can get up and down the elevator, and a master key to get out of the stairwells. Guess what I forgot? The key. To top this off I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad. You see I have always enjoyed holding my pee. I think my first memory was when I was 14 or so I had to pee, but I enjoyed how in control I was, so I held it as long as I could, dancing, crossing and holding, until the point I couldn't anymore, I would go to the toilet and release, the release was so worth the pain. This evolved to quite a habit. My secret habit of coarse. I remember a couple times when I was home alone and I would rush to the bathroom to make it, and didn't, but loved every moment of it. Now I make quite a habit of holding pee. And whenever I am home alone, I will fully pee my pants, I love watching it in the mirror. Well, I recently had a bladder infection and as I was googling my symptoms I came across what is known as a pee fetish. For the first time I found out I wasn't alone. I have been peeing my pants on purpose, by accident and in bed for nearly 10 years, to find out this is a pretty big fetish. The past week I have gotten into the naughty habit of viewing pee porn, YouTube pee vids, and other pee pics and I love reading stories on female desperation. So, back to my story.
At work I am at the computer, really having to pee, but as I said, I love holding it so I was. 6:00 came and it was time for me to do rounds. The ride to the top floor in the elevator was such lovely torture. Elevators for some reason, really increase my need to pee. Being alone, I took this opportunity to grab myself to prevent leaking...which worked...for now. I removed my hand from my crotch just as the doors were about to open and I got off to the top floor. There was a bathroom up here I thought about using, but convinced myself out of it, I could hold it just a wee bit longer I thought and continued my rounds into the stairwell. Click. The door closes behind me. I walk down a flight, each step reminding me how bad I have to pee, I got to the bottom ready to exit when I realised I forgot the key. I was in trouble. This was serious. Yes I enjoy wetting myself, and yes I enjoy desperation...but there is a time and place, and as a professional, now wasn't the time and now wasn't the place. I started to panic...pace back and forth. I knocked on the door hoping my co-worker would hear me, but knowing it was impossible. My body shivered as I quickly pulled my thighs together...I was freaking out, already thinking of explanations for when I was discovered. I was so close to an accident. I looked for a corner, bucket, anything to release myself in, but being on video surveillance (as our hallways and stairwells are monitored) I just couldn't. My only choices were really, to fully pee my pants, at work, in public and humiliate myself. Or set of the fire alarm as I exited the fire door. Oh, by the way, today is Christmas Day - go figure!
I did everything I could. Pacing, rubbing, dancing. I leaned up against a wall. I prayed. It was now or never. Being a professional, I choose the route of setting of the fire alarm. I went through the exit, hearing sirens as I left and came back around to the front of the building to tell everyone it was a false alarm. My bladder wasn't doing a false alarm though, I was in emergency mode, and all the adrenaline of the event wasn't helping. I finished rounds and as uncomfortable as I was, I was so turned on, and thought I wonder how much more I can go...because I was SURE I was going to wet myself in that stairwell. I waiting a bit longer, but it wasn't long before the urge came, stronger this time. I kept reminding myself I was at work, and I couldn't do it, not here, not now. I walked into the other room so I could dance, and grab one more time before heading to the toilet, but as I got up from the computer I could feel my bladder slowly releasing...one drop, two drops. Oh no, I had pushed myself too far. This was it, I was going to pee my pants at work. Clenching my legs together I stopped the flow with no visible wetness on my jeans, but my co-workers knew that I had to go. Embarrassingly excusing myself I penguin walked to the toilet praying my wet
panties wouldn't turn into wet jeans. I got the the toilet, and as I was undoing my pants I squirted some more this time all the clenching and holding was to no avail. I couldnt stop it, I was peeing in my pants. I quickly pulled my pants down sat on the toilet and the rest came out.
So now, I am sitting here in pretty wet
panties, and it feels great. My jeans are surprisingly pretty dry for the most part, and you and me are the only ones who know my true secret. My jeans are wet in the center and a have a small dark patch on my bum. As long as I dont turn my back to anymore, no one will know. To top it off, I get to sit here in these wet pants for five more hours and I am going to love it. And when they dry, I will probably leak again, just for the heck ot it.
I think this was the first time my pee desperation was in horror and not for fun. Usually I hold my pee and wet myself for fun, this was 100% accident and it felt great. 100% not planned, and 100% true desperation. The rush and increased heartrate was worth it. My co-workers think I made it but you and I, well we know the truth.
Merry Christmas!
by Juliexxx on Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:52 am 
Cummon SJ...After that first time weren't you tempted to make sure you got caught out ? There are always places you can find a captive audience and stay safe, f'r instance somewhere on a river bank or under a railway bridge. Try it as a fantasy first and see how it works for you. xxx.
