Seeking True Stories

[Maria]

... about anyone who has deliberately wet their pants in public. Why did they do it? Fetish compulsion? Desire to turn a man on when she knew he had the fetish? How many people witnessed it? What was the attitude of the wetter? Nonchalant? Humiliated? I-don't-care?

No particular reason to know. Just curious.

[fallj]

I have many times but only in diapers. Probably not what you were looking for.

[wetter]

I have a couple of times. First of all, I'm a 25 year old male. I would wear light er jeans and go to a public place like a mall, a target and one time a college campus. I would then pee my pants enough so there's a wet patch halfway to my knee and walk around. What I've noticed is the vast majority of people either don't notice, or pretend not to notice. Sometimes people will look down, but not usually.

I can remember a few times when I've gotten a decent reaction though.

The best reaction I ever got was when I walked into a Macy's with wet jeans. There was this really cute girl working by herself in the sunglass area, no other customers were around. She looked to be early twenties, straight blonde hair, wearing really tight black pants and a black t-shirt that showed off good amount of cleavage. She was definitely curvy, had a bit of a bubble butt, but you could never her call her overweight. I went up to her, and said "Excuse me, I'm having a hard time finding a bathroom." and looked down at my wet jeans. She obviously noticed my pants, and while fumbling her words, went over complicated directions to where it was. I was pretty embarrassed, and had to ask her to repeat a couple of steps. When I walked away she said "don't worry, you'll be okay. I went to the bathroom, and then when I walked back the same direction she asked "Did you find it okay" I looked down at my pants and sheepishly said "Yeah, I was a little late though." she was really sympathetic and said "I'm so sorry" I then asked if she had a bag I could use. She asked "Is someone coming to bring you some new clothes?" I said "no, I was hoping to cover myself up when I walk back to my car." "Oh, that's a good idea." she said. She looked around her area, and took out a small plastic bag meant for sunglasses "this is all I have" while looking down at my wet jeans with a wet patch bigger than a dinner plate." I told her not to worry about it then, and turned to walk away. She then put her hand on my shoulder and said "hold on, let's see if someone else has anything." I said, "no it's okay, really." but she insisted and walked over to the women's clothes department nearby, and i followed behind her. She talked to another woman, mid thirties, pretty with dark hair, but not nearly as hot as her and asked if someone would have a larger garment bag. She asked for "for what" the blonde girl didn't seem to want to embarrasss me anymore, and just said "I just need a larger garment bag". The woman in her thirties looked at my crotch, had no reaction and said "check over there. The blonde store girl walked over to a register, and asked a guy working there, for a garment bag. He gave her one and didn't seem to notice me standing there. The blonde girl walked back over to the sunglass area, gave me a sympathetic smile "will this work" she asked. I said "yes, thank you... this is so embarrassing" , she put her hand on my shoulder again, and said it could be worse, the store could be full of people" I, then thanked her again and left.

I have couple of other times I've gotten a reaction if anyone is interested.

[Aloo]

I have done a few times. Maybe ten times over the last 10 years or so. The key for me is that it needs to be believable and not weird - people in their twenties (although I'm 30 now ) don't just piss themselves for no reason and parade around it public. So I need to build up some kind of realistic scenario. Typically it involves playing the role of hapless drunk because, being realistic, alcohol is probably by far the most common cause of real-life wettings amongst men and women in their twenties.

My favourite is the best for me because it involved the most interaction, one on one. I don't want to humiliate myself in front of my friends for obvious reasons, so I only do it in front of members of the public. But reactions from strangers who walk off are always a little bit at a distance.

So I set myself up for this particular adventure, which was a few years ago now, with the intent of building up a rapport with someone, finding a new friend so-to-speak, and wetting myself in front of them in a believable manner.

I picked a pub renowned as being a bit of a dump and went there to get very very drunk. I had initially thought I'd maybe interact with a couple of old regulars or something, but there happened to be some rather low-class strippers on the night I went in, so it worked out great. As I sat there at the bar, it wasn't long before the girls came round, trying to work up a bit of money to take their clothes off. Before long, one of the girls have taken a real shining to me, almost certainly because she saw a drunk guy who she thought was likely to give her a bit of cash!

But as I was really drunk, and getting more drunk, after a while of chatting to me and realising I was quite pissed, she started to genuinely try to look after me a little bit. She was few years older than me, 30 I think (I'd have been about 25 or 26) and she was Swedish - great accent. We talked a bit, she'd go on stage and dance, and I'd keep drinking, and then she'd come back. I was genuinely quite drunk but I made out that I was really trashed. It must have worked because at one stage the barman refused to serve me.

So it went on like this for a couple of hours, and my caring stripper helped me out by getting me water a couple of times, kept collecting her tips, and I kept insisting on more beer. I reinforced my stereotype of being a bit of a loser, falling over (for real at it happened) and talking her through my love life like I was a bit of a sissy.

And then came the big moment. It was near closing time and she'd been telling me she'd remind me when I needed to leave, to get my train, and she was generally being very helpful in looking after the pathetic drunk lad. I had started to wee a bit in my grey jeans on the bar stool, and I'll never forget the moment she glanced down and noticed a bit of a sizeable wet patch on my jeans (which I pretended to be completely unaware of!) because she almost burst out laughing and had to stop herself at the last moment.

She was actually really sweet, and as I was at this stage feigning being almost comatose, she just whispered to me, "I think maybe it's home time for you now sweetie" or something along those lines. She helped me down from my bar stool and at that point would have got a really good view of the damage, before quietly leading me to the exit.

For me it was really hot because I have no doubt that to her, I was just a young lad who'd had too much to drink and got in such a state he'd pissed himself. I guess she probably thought I was a bit pathetic and I definitely liked the humiliation aspect.

Plenty of people got to see my wetness on the bus ride home too. It was a great evening.

Aloo

[Rayford21]

... about anyone who has deliberately wet their pants in public. Why did they do it? Fetish compulsion? Desire to turn a man on when she knew he had the fetish? How many people witnessed it? What was the attitude of the wetter? Nonchalant? Humiliated? I-don't-care?

No particular reason to know. Just curious.

I have a collection of wetting testimonies the wife had collected from other females prior to her passing away.

Most of them were experiences the girls had amongst themselves in the '50's and '60's. Maybe the stories are too old since the clothing and other things mentioned are from an era when wetting one's self was almost considered to be a felony or symptom of a mental illness.

What say you?

[Maria]

Thanks to all of you for your wonderful stories. Now I will confess my little secret, which is that I am a bit obsessed with the whole idea of being wet in public, and I wanted to get a feeling for what kind of reactions I might get. I got back together again with my bf (sorry, guys), and he loves it when I wet my pants, but we only do it behind closed doors during foreplay. But his fantasy is to be with a woman who is wet in public, and I really want to turn him on, but I am a bit afraid.

Rayford 21, I have another confession to make. I am a HUGE fan of retro lingerie from the 50's and 60's, I buy it on e-bay or on sites like retro-raunch, and I know it makes me sound like a terrible slut, but any parking valet, shoe salesman, or bartender in my town can probably give strong testimony about how much I love to wear it. (My bf says I am so "flashy" that I could get a job as an anchor woman on Fox News -- if only I were a white chick.) So please, Rayford, while I understand that this type of lingerie may seem silly to most, as you suspect, I would love it if you sent me a pm with your stories.

Love to all,

M

[Lloyd_R1]

Thanks to all of you for your wonderful stories. Now I will confess my little secret, which is that I am a bit obsessed with the whole idea of being wet in public, and I wanted to get a feeling for what kind of reactions I might get. I got back together again with my bf (sorry, guys), and he loves it when I wet my pants, but we only do it behind closed doors during foreplay. But his fantasy is to be with a woman who is wet in public, and I really want to turn him on, but I am a bit afraid.

Rayford 21, I have another confession to make. I am a HUGE fan of retro lingerie from the 50's and 60's, I buy it on e-bay or on sites like retro-raunch, and I know it makes me sound like a terrible slut, but any parking valet, shoe salesman, or bartender in my town can probably give strong testimony about how much I love to wear it. (My bf says I am so "flashy" that I could get a job as an anchor woman on Fox News -- if only I were a white chick.) So please, Rayford, while I understand that this type of lingerie may seem silly to most, as you suspect, I would love it if you sent me a pm with your stories.

Love to all,

M

Actually, I would love to read them myself! Maybe to the general public, it was considered very negative, but I'll bet amongst the girls themselves, it was not. During the 50s and 60s, that was the time when girls would pee their pants at Beatles concerts etc, and I'm sure that wasn't considered all that strange.

So, Rayford, could you please post the stories here? I understand if somehow they are too private to do so, but if not, I'd love to read them.

[Lloyd_R1]

I have a collection of wetting testimonies the wife had collected from other females prior to her passing away.

Most of them were experiences the girls had amongst themselves in the '50's and '60's. Maybe the stories are too old since the clothing and other things mentioned are from an era when wetting one's self was almost considered to be a felony or symptom of a mental illness.

What say you?

Rayford, if they were considered a symptom of a mental illness it would only have been by the general public. There were certain places and circumstances where it was practically expected that girls wet their pants, like at Beatles concerts etc. The general public's view of this sort of activity is one thing, the young female population's view is quite another, and it doesn't just vary between age groups, also between cultures.

So please, can you post them. They won't be out of place here, just because they are old. They lend an insight into the psyche and culture of a past age.

[kalle2020]

I have a collection of wetting testimonies the wife had collected from other females prior to her passing away.

Most of them were experiences the girls had amongst themselves in the '50's and '60's. Maybe the stories are too old since the clothing and other things mentioned are from an era when wetting one's self was almost considered to be a felony or symptom of a mental illness.

What say you?

Yes, Rayford, I, too, would love to read them! So if you don't mind posting them here, I would very much appreciate.

[Maria]

I had a much older cousin who wet her pants at a Beatles concert. Okay, she was a bit wild and later turned into a "free love" chick, which was considered disgraceful in our Hispanic culture, but now she is the coolest old gal you will ever meet.

Also, back in the 1940's, they used to say that women "swooned' at Sinatra concerts. People usually just think that means that they fainted. but it meant the exact same thing it meant at Beatles concerts. Yeah, really. Primordial sexual response.

In those days it was hard to unclasp all those garter belts and get your stockings and girdle down in time. Women who drank too much had frequent accidents, and what they used to call "social drinking" in those days was equivalent to what we would call "chronic alcoholism" in these prudish times. How many accidents does that equal?

Just sayin.....

[warmsuprize]

Any of them in jeans?

I've always wondered about those Beatle concerts. I mean the fashion was mini skirts then wasn't it? Or is that a bit later? What I'm getting at is I always wondered how many of them at Beatles concerts where wearing jeans. See that's my thing, the big tell tale patch all the way down the denim legs and across the crotch. I'm wondering how many women wore jeans, or even trousers, as opposed to knickers and garters under a skirt.

[warmsuprize]

An experience of mine

I'll add an experience of my own too. I copied this off a post I made on Omorashi.org. Since then me and Alice have stopped being sexual. Don't feel sad for me about that, it's for the best. Anyway, here is what I wrote about my recent experience:

"Me and my partner (we're split up but still sexually together, it's complicated), I'll call her Alice for now. She has been very supportive of my wetting fetish, even joining in. We were talking the other night (sort of between the bed sheets) about me wetting in public and she said "I want you to phone me when you do and tell me about it". Needless to say that encouraged me a lot. So later on, after plenty of coffee I was leaving to go home. I needed to pee slightly but said nothing.

My walk was half hour to the train station, a quick train journey and another walk for twenty minutes until I'd arrive at a friend's house where I'm staying. It was around 8pm and freezing cold. I walked briskly to the station whilst still needing to pee. Because of the cold I soon got very desperate and although there were a few places I could have gone along the way, I chose to hold it instead. This was getting quite exciting because of a certain element of danger. I knew once I got to the station I'd have to hold it because there aren't any toilets and the whole place is lit up.

When I got to the station, it was fairly empty. I was sat, standing, fidgeting like mad whilst waiting for 7 excruciatingly long minutes for the train to arrive. There was a guy bit near me reading something and I was trying to keep still. When the train came, I got on it and hoped that the warm would ease my bladder a bit. I didn't. At one point I considered using the train toilet. I got up but because I had a huge rucksack, ironically full of washing I'd had cleaned, I wasn't confident in getting through the small isle so I just sat down and fidgeted like mad again. It wasn't long before we got to my stop and standing by the door I didn't realize another guy behind me when I'd been fidgeting with my hands in my crotch. Not sure if he noticed but I soon stopped when I saw him.

I marched off the train and started heading home. The need was just getting impossible to bear any longer. I knew I was going to wet myself any moment. The road was empty. It was fairly dark. I had white jeans on. I started to reach into my coat for my phone. As I did a stream of pee came out. I knew this was it. I was shaking, heart pounding. I dialled the number and when Alice answered, I answered her in the most shaky whispered voice you could imagine. "I'm pissing myself".

And I was. I'd started going full flow and there was lots. She started laughing, in a nice way, then asked me if I felt liberated and I said yes. The call was short and sweet. We said goodnight and I hung up. I was still peeing. I looked down and saw a nice tell-tale patch all down my legs. It was obvious.

I felt strangely brave. I've done this before, wetting at night but this was more open and risky. As I continued, a few cars passed. I'm not sure if they saw me but their headlights certainly did. I came around another corner and saw a woman in her car pulling out. I felt confident enough to look into passing cars to see if they were looking at me. I think I was only like that because I was on such a rush. Normally I'm not so bold.

I don't know if they saw me but I did pass a boy, perhaps 18, along this dark path. But just before that I peed myself again and considering it was only minutes after the first wetting, there was still loads of pee left. So as I'm walking along this dark path, I see the boy and start panicking. I think other male wetters might understand this, that when I wet in public, I find the thought of being seen by a woman nice but being seen by a man as really awkward. I think it's some macho hang-up or whatever. Thing is, public wetting is a gamble so I suppose in for a penny out for a pound eh? Well as I got closer to him, fate happened to give me the spot where the lamp post was shinning at its best. So even looking in my direction he would have found it difficult not to notice my peed in jeans. Again, the brave rush allowed me to look at his face when we passed but he continued looking down, and passed with a strong whiff of cannabis.

The next part of the journey I knew would be easier. I had waterproofs that I could put over my jeans to hide the mess. So after a bit I stopped to do just that but soon noticed they weren't going smoothly over my boots. I didn't want to take off my boots and also I was on a street, which was dark but cars would pass occasionally. So I thought "Stuff it" and walked the remainder as I was.

In front I noticed some road works. No way I was walking past all the men so I turned around and took an alternative route. This route was through the village although I passed nobody. I even wet again before I got in but maybe a little too close to the house because it takes a bit of time for the pee to stop dripping. I was actually doing this thing which I've watched in a couple of videos where the women rub their hands down the insides of their jeans to get the drips off. My boots were soaked. My jeans felt heavy. Now I had to get inside without my mate seeing.

Fate helped me out. I got in and with my large rucksack covering me, I told him I was going to put my rucksack away and then he said he was just off out for ten minutes to do something, so I managed to get changed without him seeing anything.

It was an amazing experience. The phone call with Alice, the rush, everything. The next day I took my clothes over to Alice's and my jeans were still wringing wet. I managed to save the boots by putting them in a cold wash on a slow spin inside some pillow cases. Clean clothes ready to be wet in again hehe. But the problem with wetting at night is that it's dark and not many people about. I want to do day public wettings but I'd have to do it away from home. When I walk through the way I mentioned above now, I'm always wondering who I will pass who saw me that night. Public wettings close to home are definitely a bullet in the foot yet sometimes we do crazy things yeah?"

[Maria]

Those Beatles concerts were in the early 1960's, when it was still possible for them to play in concert without creating a riot scene. I never asked my older cousin about the details, but I am pretty sure most of the girls were wearing jeans. The mini skirts didn't really start until the middle of late 60's. I'm sure the older men here will remember, because that was when it got easy to see our knickers! (Ha ha ha)

[Lloyd_R1]

Those Beatles concerts were in the early 1960's, when it was still possible for them to play in concert without creating a riot scene. I never asked my older cousin about the details, but I am pretty sure most of the girls were wearing jeans. The mini skirts didn't really start until the middle of late 60's. I'm sure the older men here will remember, because that was when it got easy to see our knickers! (Ha ha ha)

Maria,

I remember reading about Beatles concerts that were decidedly of an era where the girls wore minis. Perhaps this was after they had become a big name. Whatever, by the time of these concerts it had practically become the "thing to do" to wet your knickers at a Beatles concert, and apparently plenty of young women went to these concerts already prepared for it, with appropriate skimpy underwear. I'm sure other long-liners will remember at least a few such recountings, some right here at WetSet.

And it was definitely a sexual response. I remember one recounting quite definitely indicated that the girls talked about losing it when the singers hit particular notes, sang particular phrases, etc. The guy who wrote the account was asked by one of the girls to supply the transport complete with towels on the seats, and for which he was richly rewarded later as the girls wore off their sexual energy. He was one of us, of course, but I didn't get the impression that the girls were - this was not something they did as a matter of course, but something reserved for concerts, perhaps only Beatles concerts.

[miker47]

My experiences

Maria - I guess I am not that much of a freak after reading these stories. I too enjoy public wetting. My experiences started probably more by accident (excuse the pun) by holding too long and spurting in my jeans. The resulting wet spot was at first embarrassing but later kind of exciting. So much so that I started doing some daring things. I would wait on purpose and get very desperate. I have done this mostly at the supermarket where there are lots of people (so no way to hide an accident). Anyway being really desperate I go to the public restroom and in a stall I sit on the toilet clothed and release a small amount of pee. At first upon examination it was a really small wet ring on my backside. Then I would continue to shop to get reactions. Surprising that most did not seem to react so I had to up my game. That occurred again kind of accidentally. One day I had to go so bad that I couldn't stem the flow and I went full force through my jeans creating not only a dinner plate size wet spot in back but as you guys know the front got pretty wet too. In fact this looked like a full blown pants wetting. Now I was stuck. I had to go out through a busy store and there was no hiding that I wet my pants. I admit that this behavior is exciting and I have repeated it. Anyway sorry to be so long winded but I find your posts interesting. If you want I think I can relate what started my obsession.