I leaked a little in (sort of) public for the first time ever today 😖
My friends and I went to see a movie today and got lunch beforehand, so I had a lot of fluids with the meal cause it was a lil salty and it was hot outside. Combined with my water bottle that I’d been drinking from before, it probably totalled to around a litre of water. But it’s ok!! I went to pee before the film, thoroughly enjoyed it, zero problems with my bladder. By the end of it I’d basically finished my water bottle again (after already emptying one time during lunch) so I had a fair amount of fluid in me, but was otherwise ok. My friends and I then go to get bubble tea, and this was the thing that really started to make me need to goooo.
Normally the portions are kinda stingy, so I wasn’t expecting to drink that much. Colour me surprised when the server hands me back basically a fucking pint of liquid which hey, I’m not complaining, that’s good value for money right there.
We end up sitting on a bench for around two hours just chatting about the movie and drinking. I however, have a problem my friends do not have. Firstly, I got my drink quite a bit sooner than them cause I knew what I wanted and ordered first, so I already had a head start on finishing my drink. Secondly, I have a chronic problem with drinking every drink I have super fast. If a drink is put in front of me, it’ll be gone in 15 minutes tops, I cannot do sipping to save my life. So by the time my friends are just starting their drinks - which they will proceed to sip on slowly for the next two hours - I’ve basically already finished mine, and all that liquid has a major head start on getting to my bladder and sitting there for a long long time.
I don't really notice it at first though, I'm sitting enjoying the conversation. Contributing to discussion and laughing when I gradually start to feel a little tingle down below. It’s not bad though, barely noticeable, and I mostly forget about it as we continue to talk.
I don’t forget about it completely though.
Slowly my legs start swinging more and more on the bench, and I find myself subconsciously trying to position myself in such a way that my crotch is pressed against one of the slats of wood, and it dawns on me then of Oh, I really need to pee
Perhaps it was the delusion talking, but I still didn’t think it was that bad. There was a perverted part of my brain picturing me managing to hold on another basically two hours until I got home, but those hopes were swiftly dashed the second I got up and gravity hit my bladder like a sledgehammer. Ok that’s a little dramatic, it was definitely still (somewhat) manageable, but way fuller than I’d ever comfortably be in public normally, especially without a toilet nearby.
Luckily, one of my friends had been saying on and off for a while she needed the toilet and we should go find one, so our next quest was wandering to the nearby McDonald’s and using their loos. Walking though… walking was gradually becoming a challenge for me.
Every step I took seemed to shake my bladder more than the last, and that combined with the long detour we had to take (because we thought there was a shortcut but actually wasn't) made the weight in my bladder more and more heavy, all pressing down on my clenching urethra.
By the time we finally got to there I was mentally frantic. Externally, I was still chatting and laughing with my friends, but internally all my thoughts were dissolving into just pisspisspisspisspiss. Not being able to grab at myself and cross my legs super obviously was making it all so much worse, barely holding on with my fluttering urethra and I just needed to GO
I had a genuine scare though when we walked in. The toilets were trapped upstairs, and the entry was barred by cleaners who’d put tape across them to stop anyone from going to the upper floor while they were there. FUCK-
My friend who needed to go was saying “oh well that’s a shame, guess I’ll walk home and just pee when I get there” which was fine for her cause she only lived five minutes away and clearly didn't need to go that badly, but my back teeth were fucking SWIMMING and I genuinely could not handle the thought of leaving without pissing at this point (and yes there was a toilet at the train station but that still another ten minute walk away and I genuinely don't think my bladder could've handled that without at least being forced to pee dance in front of all my friends, which I simply would not have survived)
Under the guise of wanting to be helpful to my friend I started walking as quickly as I could around the McDonald's and thankfully made eye contact with an open bathroom sign downstairs. Granted, it was a single disabled toilet, but a toilet nonetheless.
However... cause I had not at all voiced needing to piss at this point, I didn't want to dive in there first and leave my friend hanging outside the loos. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, never mind the fact that in their minds, I didn't need to pee at all. I pointed the bathroom out to her, motioned for her to go in, and proceeded to have the longest minute and a half wait in my life.
My other friend was still stood outside with me and clearly didn't need to piss at all, so they kept rambling to me and making small talk and I genuinely just could not absorb any of it. My bladder was so fucking close to relief it was the only thing filling my brain and I think basically every response I gave was just some variation of mmhmm, uhuh, yeah. It got so bad at one point, my bladder clenching down trying to send such intense waves of desperation through me that I was forced to cross my legs right in front of my friend talking to me. Shifting my thighs twisting one way and another, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while my gaze was just locked on that bathroom door. Fuck I needed to piss so fucking badly if I wasn't careful it was gonna come out RIGHT NOW-
My friend finally, fucking finally, opened the bathroom door and I felt like I could breathe again. Relief was so close I just needed to-
My friends started trying to leave the damn McDonald's, thinking that everyone's bladder's were empty, and I had to suffer the embarrassment of saying "oh no I'm gonna pee too" while trying to keep my legs untwisted, my posture straight, my face entirely neutral while my bladder screamed at me. Trying to play it off like I was taking a just-in-case piss before my long trip home, instead of letting on that my bladder was about to burst at the seams. My friends of course didn't care, just shrugged and went back to talking to each other while I frantically slammed the door shut behind me.
I was so close so so close so close it's there it's right there I just need to take my shorts off and fuck there's a tie why is there always a tie on these things fuck, why is the knot so tight I just need to take these off please please please please please-
I'm pee dancing right in front of the toilet, desperately twisting my thighs as I wrestle with the knot on the front of my shorts, bladder clenching and pulsing as the string cuts into it while I pull it tighter to try and undo the knot and fuck it wants to come out but no it's ok I can hold it-
I manage to get my shorts down just as a tiny spurt escapes me, dampening my boxers and making me start to basically hyperventilate as I stumble the last few steps to the toilet. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
I shove my boxers down and slam my ass on the toilet, exploding a thick stream of piss into the bowl as I slump in relief. Trying to hold back my moans as I stare at the small coin sized stain on my boxers, suddenly feeling so embarrassed by the whole situation. Being caught so off guard by my bladder like that was so humbling, even though the whole situation should've been obvious with how much I drank, it just slipped my mind somehow.
The worst part of it all though (besides nearly pee dancing in front of my friends) was when I slid my boxers back on and felt the cool wetness of my leak against my crotch again. All my shame and embarrassment condensed down into that single coin-sized patch, I could feel myself blushing. Tightening the knot back on my shorts, I was A) amazed at how much looser they were that just a minute ago, and B) very careful to make the knot much easier to undo than the last one... ugh...
It only took a couple seconds before my embarrassment was overcome with arousal about the whole situation though so, perhaps I didn't learn my lesson. Perhaps I'll end up frantic in public again and wishing I'd learned from my past self. Either way... I had a good time, teehee
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