Peeing My Panties

It was one of those days where I just felt randy, and it was about 4 in the afternoon. Time to get the mail. I went to the mailbox at my apartment complex, when I saw the prettiest girl walking along to the entrance door of my building. She was wearing a denim mini and a cute pink short sleeved shirt, so right away my mind began dancing with the idea of how lovely it would be to have a little of my kind of fun with her. As I thought of this, standing there at the mailbox, I let just a tiny dribble go in my pink boy cut panties, making sure none showed through my jeans.

Patience Prill was a librarian. And she was ever so much more than the stereotype would suggest. Miss Prill was stern faced, stern minded, and a full on virgin at the tender age of 48. She believed sex to be "dirty" and the work of the devil, and men as a whole, were not much better. She didn't know what to make of things like the Internet, she preferred to hide behind her desk and her books and keep her library in "order". Miss Prill could often be found hushing noisy little children and flashing her well-known dark looks. Kids were afraid of her, and always complied with being quiet, otherwise they were escorted out by Miss Prill by a firm grip on a little ear...

I am not gay but get turned on by female desperation; anyway I had to tell someone what happened to me today.... I love playing holding games and getting myself into desperate situations in public, I always wait until I'm in the privacy of my own home before letting go though, perhaps in tight trousers or jeans or with nothing on in the bath or shower. Well today was a bit different, I was out shopping with a long skirt on and a sweater, just casual I suppose; and I was really feeling full, I'd had plenty to drink and couldn't remember the last time i had been to the toilet....

She was on her way home, having finished a meeting with a client about sixty miles away. It was just after noon, and she had no appointments for the afternoon. Her route passed through a heavily wooded area, part of a National Forest, on a quiet road. She had deliberately chosen this route, for she loved the outdoors and especially the cool forest in the summer. It was a warm July afternoon, and her thoughts turned back to the days, many years earlier, when she had spent summers with her parents on a farm adjoining woods, not unlike those she was passing through. As an only child, and with few other children in the area, she had learned to amuse herself in the outdoors, exploring, climbing, watching the small woodland wildlife, and just enjoying walking through the forest and feeling the leaves brush her body, the grass beneath her feet, and the warm air on her body...