I have written my bloc entries in german and the resonace was rather poor.  Possible more reader are rreading in englisch, so I will write in english from now one.

The first time I got wet was with one of my boyfriends. We were waiting at the bus stop after the disco and I really had to pee. At night the bus doesn't come for ages and I've been stepping from one foot to the next.

"What are you fidgeting about?" "I have to pee and oops" "I had to pee too" "You DID..." Yes, I peed my pants, easy. Just let it go!"

He was wearing black leather jeans and you couldn't see anything. Maybe the shoes, but it was dark. Then another splash escaped into my panties. Already had a few small "departures" in the last few minutes.

My bladder hurt and I couldn't press my legs together any longer. I was wearing a skirt, unfortunately not a short one, but something up to my calves.  Sitting down and pushing up my skirt would attract too many onlookers. Then I didn't care. I walked off. I stood with my legs apart and let my pee run wild. I think you even heard it splashing. A few of the people outside were somehow watching.

“You’re looking so relaxed,” he says. "I peed my pants. I'm fine." He moved closer to me and grabbed my pussy. "Pretty nice and wet. I think we'd better go to your house"

Wrong, that wasn't the plan! I wanted to spend the night with my loved one. Rolf (that was the guy's name) was just an accessory until the bus came. It took him a while until he understood that.

Of course, on the way home on the bus my dress suffered from sitting. Clear traces showed that I had wet my pants.

After I got out, a guy came up to me and slurred, "Well, sweetie, do you feel like pissing again? Not in my pants, but in my mouth. I'm thirsty." I didn't feel like it.

To say this: I was no longer sober that evening... plus it had been almost an hour since my last bladder emptying and I had the urge again. When the guy stood in front of me so provocatively as if he wanted to get into my clothes, something like panic set in. I continued to piss myself and felt it running down my thighs. I grumbled at him: "It's too late. I'm just shitting my pants again." He probably saw that my dress was turning dark between my legs and just barked: "You are a pig" Then he walked away.

The rest of the evening is quickly told. Of course, my love smelled what was going on straight away. “Sorry,” I said. "No problem, doesn't bother me" She then started undressing me, or rather tearing off my clothes :)"Come into the bed, I want to lick you dry. Or are you too drunk to fuck?"

I wasn't.