sometimes you just live with the humiliation

sure i wet my panties all the time. but usually i'm wearing a skirt or dress which ultimately keeps their damp, soiled state a secret from the unsuspecting public. 🤭

which is part of the reason i'm not particularly fond of pants peeing. another is that i often don't enjoy feeling the wetness rubbing against
my legs while they dry, though the actual sensation of them becoming soaked can be wonderful in the right pair.

having some mundane stuff to do this day, dolling myself up in something cute didn't seem necessary, and so settled on a comfy pair of cotton leggings.

and while i do enjoy the privilege of avoiding traditional bathrooms a lot of the time, it's not like i plan my day around getting to have a naughty wee. if the opportunity arises, i'll certainly take it, but it certainly wasn't on my 'to do' list when i walked out of the house.

give or take a few hours, a partial bottle of water, and a latte, later, my bladder was definitely signaling to me that it was near capacity. not that i was yet desperate in any sense, just that i was aware that i'd need to go sooner than later. holding was very much an option still, and that crossed my mind, but i also knew it would be a bit before i'd be someplace with a proper restroom. not that i was worried, but did i want to risk it just to have a mundane wee sitting on a toilet?

so like this is what i mean by taking advantage of an opportunity. because i truly love risky peeing, this situation seemed like a perfect set up to maybe have a little fun. and as i drove to the bank i was subconsciously playing out scenarios in my head. should i just stop and squat on the side of the road, wait until i got to the bank and use the parking lot, or hopefully have a hidden hover behind some bushes? maybe just overtly pull my pants down and piss right on the sidewalk somewhere between here and there. silly girl. yeah. maybe waiting for a bathroom is better.

finally getting to the bank, the parking lot was empty; expected since it was a weekend. but i none-the-less decided to park on the street around the corner as i continued to weigh my options. and then had walked all the way to ATMs before realizing i hadn't committed any of the options. and that i still had to pee.

while the 2 automated teller machines were in their own little enclave, it was along the side of the building facing the busier main road, and in direct view of the bus stop across the street. for a brief moment i pulled at the waistband of my leggings, thumb slid into the top of my panties, getting ready to slip them all down right there. it would feel incredibly naughty if the few people waiting for the bus caught a glimpse of me taking a squat with only the low planter and plexiglass wall shielding them from the entirety of my actions. but then i worried that having a wee was just an extra step that would prolong my exposure while still needing to use the ATM. that brief immodest musing though gave me another option i hadn't really even considered up to this point, what if i just peed my pants?

doing the two things at once seemed to solve some of my dilemma. though it would later introduce a new one. lol. plus, i've wet these leggings many times in the past and knew they wouldn't have the icky feeling i hate.

my reaction to this new idea was much quicker than it took for me to type it, or for you to read it. and my fingers had almost simultaneously released their grip on my pants and were reaching into my purse to retrieve my bank card. and thinking it might be prudent to have my camera ready, too, pulled my phone out as i stepped up to one of the kiosks. before i'd finished keying in the access code, i was already peeing. it felt soooo good as it began slowly seeping into my panties before they, and my leggings, became saturated enough that my stream just flooded right though them. and while i wasn't making it totally obvious that i was peeing in public, the idea that maybe the growing wet patch, or cascade of shimmering fluid escaping me might be anyway, felt incredibly naughty. 😇

while my bladder's release took slightly longer than my financial transaction, i savored the sensation of every last drop leaving my muffin, taking the extra few moments to place everything neatly back into my purse before finally turning to head back to the car. omg! my wet spot was quite the sight, i'm sure, and i couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, especially since i had parked far enough away, that keeping what i'd done a secret seemed impossible. 😳 not to mention, i wasn't planning on heading home yet.

on to the post office. while my pants felt fairly dry by my next stop, they very much still appeared wet. and by the several awkward glances as i got in line, that wasn't just my imagination. 🫣