My name is Kareen, I'm 32 years old and have spent 16 of those years enjoying the delights of a full bladder. Ever since a school coach trip that lasted somewhat longer than it should have done, I have realised that I can get really turned on if my bladder is full to bursting. Until recently, I wasn't really into wetting myself and if it did happen, it was only ever a little bit, not enough for people to see. Just the desperation was enough. But as the years passed I became ever more daring with my self inflicted desperation scenarios until I was regularly putting myself in situations where I might very well have wet myself in public view - but it never happened until last summer……
Me and a guy from my office went to the V2001 concert. The weather wasn't that great but we enjoyed ourselves wandering around watching various bands on the different stages and drinking the odd beer or three. Mike had also brought some dope and we smoked a few spliffs and I found myself getting really quite blotto. I'd already been caught out by the inevitable line for the loos and had pushed my bladder to its limits hanging on at least twice during the afternoon but I had managed to retain control. Indeed, Mike commented on my apparent iron bladder as he had had to go twice as often as me. Anyway, it was getting dark and there was a pause before the Red Hot Chili Peppers came on as headline act and I thought I'd better pee beforehand. But the line was horrendous so I met up with Mike after he had peed and he was surprised that I'd finished before him. I explained that I couldn't be bothered with the long line and I'd just have to put my ‘iron bladder' to the test. He laughed and told me I'd regret it and he was of course right. About half way through their set, I realised that I was getting really quite desperate and despite enjoying it immensely, I was willing them to finish. They finally did but Mike pointed out that they would do an encore for sure. I grimaced and clenched my thighs together even tighter. He asked if I would be alright and I replied that I would just have to be because I wasn't going miss any of the ‘Peppers' set. Well they did two encores and I was now reaching my limit. The waistband of my jeans was digging into my swollen abdomen and I was glad to be able to jig along to the music to help stay in control. Finally they finished and of course thousands of people started to make for the exits - and the toilets. I can't believe I had been so stupid but I'd got myself into this predicament and I'd just have to get myself out of it. The lines were even longer than earlier and we checked out several toilet blocks but they were all as bad. Mike had peed already and suggested I go pee in the trees. There were already several other desperate women and a few lazy men among the trees but my prim and proper middle class upbringing wouldn't allow me to join them. I was quite simply too embarrassed and kept my place in the long line. Mike stood to one side and almost seemed to be enjoying not only my desperation but also several other girls who appeared to be nearing their bladder's limits. A few places in front of me, there was a shriek and a woman in her twenties hobbled off towards the trees but I could see she had already started to lose control and half way there she just stopped dead and despite the dark I could tell that she had lost all control and was fully wetting herself. Her friend looked even more embarrassed than her and I looked across to see Mike engrossed in the scene unfolding before him and he had one hand in his pocket and seemed to be enjoying himself. By this time I had resorted to openly thrusting one hand into my crotch with my legs tightly crossed over it in an effort to keep my gusset dry. Mike returned his gaze to me and I beckoned him over. I told him there was no way I would be able to hang on to the end of the line and we still had to get the bus back to the train station so we should walk in that direction and maybe there were some toilets on the way. He agreed and I hobbled along with him holding one arm to support me as I was slightly stooped. I had undone the top button of my jeans but I could tell it was going to be to no avail as I felt a little spurt escape from my overtired bladder muscle. I stopped dead and groaned in dismay and Mike asked if there was anything he could do and I asked him to pretend this wasn't happening. But it really was happening and I had reached the point of no return. We were by now out of the site itself and could see the line for the buses - it looked like it went on forever but over to one side was a small cluster of portaloos and only a handful of people waiting. Salvation I cried and we dashed as best we could towards them. I joined the shortest line with only two girls in front of me but as soon as I stopped a new wave of desperation swept through my abdomen and another spurt, bigger this time, escaped and I felt wetness against the hand between my legs. I groaned again and despite clenching every muscle as hard as I could I was unable to stem the flow. I was in absolute agony, both physical and psychological as I realised I was going to lose control, in public and with a male work colleague standing right next to me. I just could not hold on any longer and the steady dribble suddenly became a torrent and I jumped up and down in sheer frustration at my inability to control my bladder. I cried uncontrollably as I looked down and saw the wet stain engulfing my thighs and down below my knees even. Such was the force with which my pent up pee came out that a steady stream was running straight down from my crotch. Mike just stood there agog but couldn't hide his excitement and as I regained my composure I asked him if he'd actually enjoyed what I'd just done. It was dark but I was quite sure that he blushed as he stuttered that he couldn't possibly have obtained any enjoyment from my misfortune but his bulge told me something else. I had a long and embarrassing journey home in my wet jeans but I also felt turned on. I was amazed at the sensations going through my body and when we got back to London, I asked Mike if he would accompany me all the way home and stay over if he wanted. We both had the next day off which was just as well really as it was gone 3 a.m. by then. He sheepishly agreed and we got a cab to where I live. I got changed out of my still wet jeans and pants and put on my dressing gown and we sat and drank coffee and smoked gear until we couldn't keep our eyes open any longer. I asked him for a truthful answer to my earlier question and he sheepishly confessed that he wasn't just aroused by what he saw but had actually come in his pants. I told him that I knew that there were men who enjoyed that sort of thing and I confessed to enjoying having an overfull bladder but I had very rarely wet myself and certainly hadn't done anything like that night before but I too was very turned on. His eyes lit up and I let my dressing gown fall open, inviting him to satisfy me and - well let's just say, he didn't let me down. That was 18 months ago and Mike and I now live together and spend our free time dreaming up more and more daring full bladder escapades but I've ramble on enough for now so I'll tell you another time…..