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Wet Stories
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When I was in college, I was hired as an intern at the City offices in the town where I went to school. Because it was a small college town, the streets were crowded and parking was scarce. So, I tended to walk most places, unless the weather was bad.
Anyway, before I could begin my internship, I had to go for an orientation, which was basically to fill out some paperwork and take a drug test. The paperwork was no problem. The drug test was another story.
As you probably know, a drug test is conducted by peeing in a cup. The man conducting the study said that he had to go into the restroom with me to make sure that I didn't cheat. The problem was, that I was unable to go with him in the room. I just told him that I didn't have to pee, thinking that I could take the test another time. He told me, that now that I knew I'd be taking a test, he couldn't leave my sight until I gave him a sample.
So, he had me go back into the waiting room and he made me drink water until I had to pee. After 2 full 32-ounce cups of water, I still didn't have to pee. The entire time, he was telling me stories of other people with pee lock - including one lady that finally gave him a sample only to spill it over herself.
Finally, I felt that I had to pee, so I went in and produced a sample. I wasn't able to get much out, but it was enough. Yay! I was finally free to go home.
As usual, I had walked. So, I had about 15 blocks back to my apartment, which was about a 15-20 minute walk. Almost immediately I had to pee, but I figured that since it was only 20 minutes at the most I'd be ok.
But, the more I walked, the more I had to pee. After a few blocks I was starting to get desperate, but all that was around were houses and apartment buildings. There was no where to go, unless I wanted to knock on the door of a stranger and ask to use the bathroom.
By the time I was 5 blocks from home, I was so completely miserable that I was starting to sweat. Although I was wearing a pants-suit and heals, I decided to run. That was a terrible mistake. After only a few steps of running, I realized that I was squirting out pee with every step. I looked down and saw a small, yet visable wet spot around my crotch.
I slowed myself down to a fast walk. I was clenching my bladder muscles together so tightly that I had a cramp in my stomach.
With only 3 blocks to go, I almost lost it. I stopped right there on the sidewalk and bent over. I gave in and grabbed my crotch. I didn't care who saw me. It was either be seen holding myself like a 5 year old girl or wetting my pants. Either was embarassing.
I quickly walked the next block and a half holding my crotch. People were staring. Guys were yelling at me from their cars as they passed by. But I didn't care at that point. I was too desperate.
Finally my apartment was in view. I began sprinting, my hand still firmly in my crotch. I reached my apartment and ran up the stairs to my door. I had to let go of myself to dig in my bag for my keys. But, as I let go, my bladder did as well. I stood on my doorstep and peed my pants. My dryclean only pants.
I peed for nearly 30 seconds. Although I was standing in the doorway, it was such sweet relief that I didn't care. I completely soaked my pants, shoes, and welcome mat. After I was done, I went inside, stripped down, and got into the shower where I realized I was strangly horny. I masturbated with the showerhead, and had the best come of my life.
Anyway, before I could begin my internship, I had to go for an orientation, which was basically to fill out some paperwork and take a drug test. The paperwork was no problem. The drug test was another story.
As you probably know, a drug test is conducted by peeing in a cup. The man conducting the study said that he had to go into the restroom with me to make sure that I didn't cheat. The problem was, that I was unable to go with him in the room. I just told him that I didn't have to pee, thinking that I could take the test another time. He told me, that now that I knew I'd be taking a test, he couldn't leave my sight until I gave him a sample.
So, he had me go back into the waiting room and he made me drink water until I had to pee. After 2 full 32-ounce cups of water, I still didn't have to pee. The entire time, he was telling me stories of other people with pee lock - including one lady that finally gave him a sample only to spill it over herself.
Finally, I felt that I had to pee, so I went in and produced a sample. I wasn't able to get much out, but it was enough. Yay! I was finally free to go home.
As usual, I had walked. So, I had about 15 blocks back to my apartment, which was about a 15-20 minute walk. Almost immediately I had to pee, but I figured that since it was only 20 minutes at the most I'd be ok.
But, the more I walked, the more I had to pee. After a few blocks I was starting to get desperate, but all that was around were houses and apartment buildings. There was no where to go, unless I wanted to knock on the door of a stranger and ask to use the bathroom.
By the time I was 5 blocks from home, I was so completely miserable that I was starting to sweat. Although I was wearing a pants-suit and heals, I decided to run. That was a terrible mistake. After only a few steps of running, I realized that I was squirting out pee with every step. I looked down and saw a small, yet visable wet spot around my crotch.
I slowed myself down to a fast walk. I was clenching my bladder muscles together so tightly that I had a cramp in my stomach.
With only 3 blocks to go, I almost lost it. I stopped right there on the sidewalk and bent over. I gave in and grabbed my crotch. I didn't care who saw me. It was either be seen holding myself like a 5 year old girl or wetting my pants. Either was embarassing.
I quickly walked the next block and a half holding my crotch. People were staring. Guys were yelling at me from their cars as they passed by. But I didn't care at that point. I was too desperate.
Finally my apartment was in view. I began sprinting, my hand still firmly in my crotch. I reached my apartment and ran up the stairs to my door. I had to let go of myself to dig in my bag for my keys. But, as I let go, my bladder did as well. I stood on my doorstep and peed my pants. My dryclean only pants.
I peed for nearly 30 seconds. Although I was standing in the doorway, it was such sweet relief that I didn't care. I completely soaked my pants, shoes, and welcome mat. After I was done, I went inside, stripped down, and got into the shower where I realized I was strangly horny. I masturbated with the showerhead, and had the best come of my life.