The Bus Stop

I had to wet myself in my suit waiting for the bus once. the bus was late and I had been for a couple of beers after work. Luckily I was on the way home though but one guy did notice and ask if I was OK!

marion, i would be extremely happy to let you watch me hold my pee as long as i can keep it in. And then let you watch me pee my pants. if any of this sounds interesting, ping me.

I have a dirty little secret that I have been keeping for a long time. I wanted to talk about it, but not with people who know me. It was too embarrassing. Now EP gives me the opportunity to tell my cyber friends about it anonymously, and hopefully find out if they think I’m a pervert or something.



I am obsessed with the idea of a grown man being desperate to pee but there is absolutely no place to do it. When I see a picture of a bunch of soldiers standing at attention, I always wonder if one of them was desperate to go and hoping he doesn’t wet his pants while standing at attention. When I see a traffic jam, I wonder if there are men trapped in traffic and desperate to get to a bathroom before they pee in their pants. I wonder what a surgeon performing an intricate operation that takes several hours does when he needs to go potty. Does he just do it in his scrubs? I sometimes imagine myself being a nurse and holding his thingy for him while he tinkles in a jar as he continues to operate.



This obsession began when I was in my early 20’s and watched the movie “The Right Stuff” on TV. The movie tells the true story of the mercury astronauts, and there is a scene in the move where Alan Shepard is waiting to become the first American to be launched into space. The launch got delayed several times while Shepard was bolted into the capsule. The scene shows Alan inside the capsule making the kind of faces someone makes when they are getting desperate to pee. Finally Alan calls flight control and confesses that he has to urinate and is not going to be able to hold it any longer. He asks permission to pee in his space suit.



There is some discussion in flight control about the matter, but flight control finally realized they really had no choice than to give Alan permission to pee in his pants. The actor does an excellent job of showing the expression of relief come over Alan’s face as his bladder empties. I realized that this was a portrayal of actual events that really happened, and that this macho astronaut had actually peed in his pants. For some reason I found this to be very erotic.



So I went out and bought a DVD of “The Right Stuff”, and for several days I watched that scene over and over again. I sometimes waited until I had to pee really bad, and then play the scene on the DVD as I rubbed my doo dah thru my panties. When the scene ended I would go into the bathroom to ********** and go potty. After a few days of this I decided I had to find out what it actually felt like. I didn’t know what kind of undies an astronaut wore under his space suit, so I went out and bought a pair of men’s tighty whities that I could barely squeeze my derriere into.



Then one evening I drank some wine and waited until I needed to tinkle rather badly. Then I pulled on the tighty whities, then panty hose with a control top. I finished my simulated space suit with a pair of snugly fitting spandex biking shorts. After I was dressed I set up my portable DVD player on the toilet seat where I could see it from the bathtub, and started “The Right Stuff”. Then I got another glass of wine and sat down in the tub with my back against the sloping end. This put me in a position that was similar to Alan’s position in the space craft.



I took a sip of wine and settled down to watch the movie. My plan was to empty my bladder when flight control gave Alan permission to empty his. I soon realized that I needed to tinkle really, really bad, and it would be difficult to hold it long enough, assuming I could even do it. The spasms started, and I had to do a lot of thigh squeezing and squirming to get thru them. Each spasm was stronger than the one before and soon I was holding myself in order to get thru the spasm. Then it dawned on my that Alan couldn’t hold himself, and I decided not to allow myself to do it either.



The next spasm came, and when it reached its crescendo, I broke out in a cold sweat and tears came to my eyes, but I got thru it. I figured I had another 15 minutes to go before getting relief. The next spasm came on with a vengeance. It reached its peak and stayed there for several seconds. I had my eyes tightly closed, and my whole body was shaking with the effort. To my relief it finally subsided, but I had a warm feeling in my hoo ha, and I wondered what was going on. Then the warmth spread to my crotch and ***, and I realized I had done some in my pants. I wondered if Alan had already done a little in his pants before getting permission to empty himself. The next two spasms were similar, they peaked, and when they subsided a little more pee dribbled out into my pants. I was 24 years old, sitting in my bathtub, peeing in my pants. I felt so naughty, but I loved it.



The wetting gave me some relief, and permission from flight control finally came. I closed my eyes and relaxed my bladder muscles. My urine came gushing out, and my panties, pantyhose and spandex shorts were quickly soaked, and a little river of pee was flowing down to the tub drain. It felt wonderful. The warm pee flowing around my hoo ha stimulated me to an ******, which lasted until I was empty. After that I just sat there in my wet panties and recovered from the experience.



About 15 minutes later I needed to go again. That happens to me whenever I hold it for a long time. So I just relaxed and peed in my panties again. I wonder if Alan peed himself again during his mission?

Commuting to work, whether by car or bus or train can be risky if you drink lot of coffee at breakfast. My boyfriend doesn't have a problem with his morning commute but after drinking lots of water all day at work he gets a big coffee on the way home, and if there's any delay he gets desperate to pee. Sometimes I delay him more when he gets home right up to the point where he starts to leak in his jeans!

I actually meant X115, but why are you one of the few who don't do it and get paid for it? hehe! ;-P

IF YOU MEAN ME YER I DO BUT WHEN I OFF DUTY.

What about you? Didn't you want to join in the fun? ;-)

THIS WAS A VERY GOOD STORY THAT MADE ME GO HARD.



I WORK ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT SO I LOOK FOR THIS WHEN EVER I CAN...

nice=)

Good one!

For a guy in a suit - presumably going to an office or other formal place - ******* his pants would be especially embarrassing.