Bladder Bliss

It started in my teenage years, when I imagine quite a few of our excitements and dramas begin. One afternoon on my way home I missed the bus, but as I did not live too far away, I decided to walk. It was a nice afternoon for it. There was an empty field which the road wound around, and I decided to take a short cut through it. Sometimes I would go to this place just to enjoy the peacefulness and isolation. There were no houses around, but the fields were dotted with clumps of scrub and some stands of trees. As I entered a tangled glade a movement caught my eye, which upon closer inspection turned out to be a girl I knew from school and her boyfriend lying together behind some bushes. It soon became obvious what they were doing, and I felt a strange trembling sensation as I stopped to watch. From where I was watching I knew there was no chance they could see me, and although I knew it wasn't right to watch them, I realised I was quite alone and nobody was going to tell me not to. So with mounting curiosity I gazed at them intently. I could see that my friend had her skirt right up past her waist, and that the two of them were enjoying intercourse. I knew that was the proper word for it, although my best friend called it a 'fuck', which sounded a lot more exciting if somewhat rude and forbidden. I had never seen anything like this before, and found myself wondering what it would be like to have a penis inside me. At such an outrageous thought I became aware of a warm, trembly sweet feeling spreading through my thighs and I suddenly realised I was wetting my panties. The warm trickles running down my legs felt like a forbidden orgasm in sympathy with my friend in the bushes, but I was too absorbed in what was happening before me to be shocked just yet. So I just stood there sort of transfixed, trembling and letting the wet spurts run down my legs into the grass. Eventually they finished what they were doing, and started to get up. The increased chance of being discovered brought me back to reality with a sudden pang of guilt and embarrassment. My crotch was soaked where I had wet myself, and the breeze was cool against the wet trickles on my bare legs. I hastily turned towards home, my feelings a curious mixture of apprehension and excitement. All the way home I was acutely aware of soaking wet knickers clinging and riding up into my slit in a quite immodest way. After a while I forgot about the incident, the memory crowded out by new excitements of the moment. One in particular was a concert I wanted to attend, and to make sure of a place I skipped school one afternoon to stand in the queue with seemingly a thousand others, all self consciously avoiding each other's gaze. The street was crowded and the queue moved only a few feet every half hour, or so it seemed. After a while I developed an uncomfortably full bladder, but I knew if I slipped in to the loos at the cinema alongside, I'd lose my place. So I decided to just hold on. We gradually inched forward. I could see the counter, but by this time I was really uncomfortable, standing first on one foot and then the other. Ten people to go, then nine. We shuffled forward. Each minute was an agony. There were only six people ahead of me now. I figured I would grab my ticket and dash into the loo. Alas, I never made it. The burning urge became sweeter, changed to a numbness, and feeling a sudden warmth spreading through my pelvis, I realised with a stab of horror that I had lost control and was wetting my knickers. I blushed furiously and squeezed my legs together, but I couldn't stop. The warm spurts in my panties quickly became a steady stream running down my legs and splattering on the pavement. I looked around in desperation, but nobody seemed to have noticed, except a couple of boys standing on the kerb. One was pointing at me and grinning. That was the last straw. I fled the queue, and raced blindly down the street. My accident had done nothing to relieve the pressure in my bladder and I found I couldn't stop. On impulse I turned into a service lane and stood in the narrow alleyway, my heart pounding, almost in tears of anguish, and deliberately emptied the remainder of my bladder hotly into my soaked panties in a gesture of frustrated defiance. I remained there trembling and piddling myself until a delivery man trundling a pile of cases on a hand trolley rounded the corner. I remember squeaking in fright, instinctively squeezing my thighs together to conceal my sin, and to my bewilderment, suddenly orgasmed! I returned straight home, and on reaching the safety of my bedroom I tried to take stock of events. Every time my mind went back to the concert queue I flushed with shame, not to mention frustration at missing out on the concert. Strong emotions, but overriding them all was a curious sense of elation. As I changed out of my wet panties and soaked socks, I could feel my slit still puffy and tingling with excitement. So it wasn't long before I was tempted to experiment to see if I'd get the same sexy feelings doing it deliberately. I couldn't bring myself to do it in broad daylight, but I resolved to wet myself on the way home from the cinema one evening. To make sure, I had several drinks before I started out and by the time the evening was over I was feeling extremely full and rather uncomfortable. I pulled into my parent's driveway and parked the car. I thought I'll just squat down on the grass and do it, but when it came to the test I felt so foolish it wouldn't come. I paced up and down the drive a couple of times plucking up the nerve to just let go. Finally, as I was trying to make up my mind, I felt the same numb feeling that had gripped me in the concert queue. The sensation became a melting sweetness and a sudden warmth spread around my thighs. I stood there trembling and spurting in my panties as the warm flood ran down my legs and puddled on the driveway. The same glorious feelings of arousal and apprehension flooded my body with a nervous thrill, and I knew then, as I fumbled with the lock to get inside, that I had discovered a fascinating new toy. I made straight for my bedroom, locked the door guiltily behind me and took several deep breaths. I was still pretty keyed up, and I still had an urge of fullness in my bladder, so on an impulse I let go and finished off piddling myself all over the bedroom floor. My whole pelvis felt super sensitive. Automatically I slipped a finger under the leg of my soaked panties, and orgasmed almost as soon as I touched myself. Well that started something. I'm not what you would call a great sports lover, and at senior school I often found myself sitting on the grass bank as a bored spectator on sports days. To pass the time and give myself a thrill I took to having little 'wets' in my panties, getting a buzz from doing it only a few feet away from dozens of people, then enjoying the forbidden aftermath of a soaking wet crotch. One day I became careless and was sitting on the back of my gym tunic when I wet myself. An eagle-eyed friend spotted the dark wet patch, looked around for a puddle or spilled drink bottle, but seeing nothing looked at me shrewdly and said, 'You haven't wet yourself have you?' in a voice that already knew the answer. I was well and truly caught, so I said "I did it for a dare. I'll bet you are too chicken to do it too!" She was a bit wild, but my taunt stung her pride. She asked what the dare was. I thought quickly and said "Two tickets to Elvira." I had those in my satchel anyway. She wanted to know what her dare was worth. I thought about it, and offered to let her have one of them. She wanted them both, but finally settled for one. She said 'Okay, you're on.' I was surprised, and didn't think she'd do it. I said she would have to show me. In the end we moved down the bank a bit out of sight, spread her legs slightly and waited. After a moment she said "Alright, it's coming." She lifted the front of her tunic slightly and I caught a brief glimpse of a sparkle between her legs falling into the grass. I gave her one of the tickets and we had a good laugh about it. I don't think doing it turned her on at all, it was simply a dare for her. For me, the sensations were always very intense and erotically stimulating. I love the feeling of wet panties clinging between my legs and more than once, just the excitement of piddling through my knickers into the grass was enough in those days to bring me to orgasm. Eventually I married and had a daughter but things didn't work out, and some years later my husband and I separated. My marriage was already going downhill when I met a new man. We hit it off straight away on all levels, and for a while our relationship was a wonderfully passionate affair. By chance I discovered that he also indulged himself in wet pleasures, and that was my first introduction to enjoying wetting with another person. I must say the experience was intensely stimulating, and since then we have experimented with every variation we could think of, but that's another story. Well I hope you enjoyed that, have a great day, live your dreams.