I had been to a party the other side of town and, like everyone else, had drunk a large amount of beer. There came a time when, with three friends, I needed to catch the last bus home. The stop was some way from where the party had been and, the bus being somewhat late, I soon found I urgently needed to go to the toilet which was out of the question where we were waiting. By the time the bus came I could hardly stand still and one of the girls with us mentioned “I think Philip needs to go somewhere.....”.
By the time we got on the bus I realised I was probably going to wet my pants. As the bus progressed, the pressure grew and grew and after about ten minutes, I can vaguely remember saying quietly “I’m doing it........” I lost it and felt the pee pouring out into my pants. I felt the seat getting warm and wet under my bum and moments later could hear the trickle under the seat as my jeans changed colour in the crotch and between my legs.
One of the girls looked away in disgust but my two other friends, one male one female, although quietly laughing, were quite sympathetic otherwise.
When it was time to get off, it was obvious to all that I had wet my trousers and there were a few sniggers from other passengers but to my surprise I did not feel to dismayed and afterwards, as I walked home, I realised that I had actually enjoyed the experience and in the days that followed, couldn’t stop thinking about it and wanted it to happen again. It wasn’t long before I began to contrive similar situations where I would become desperate in public and “have an accident” with risk of being seen.
Bed wetting started a while later and I began doing it as soon as I went to bed, sleeping in the accident and finding the bed almost dry by the morning. If my mum ever realised I was bed wetting she never said anything although she did once find a pair of wet jeans behind the hot water tank in our airing cupboard. She was somewhat shocked (I was nearly 17 by then) but said that if it ever happened again just to tell her and she would deal with the extra laundry! As far as I know my dad never knew.
These days I still like to wet in public. The bus is always a good place to disgrace myself especially late at night. I have also done it in restaurants and bars and while driving and walking in the park. I just love it.
I also now wet the bed usually on a Friday night after a fair bit to drink. I just love doing it at a hotel ‘cos I’m bound to be found out. A decent tip insures nothing is ever said. I did it last week on the last night of a short holiday in Krakow !
Hope this gives you an idea of my adventures in what these days is called omorashi.
It’s brought me a lot of pleasure over the years and still does.
If you would like some private chat I can give you my email add.
Phil
