For someone who used to have such a good reputation, I sure came crashing down fast! My friends’ mothers all thought of me as the “good girl” of ourlittle gang, the one to trust on a night out, butit’s amazing how one little photo can change everything! Picture this. Bottle in one hand, a cigarette in the other, a dazed “who me?” kind of look on my face, my panties almost showing under my shortest mini skirt, and... well I’ll get to that part!

All five of us in our little gang had been out to dinner and then night clubbing afterwards.I’m normally not much of a drinker, but this was the big end of exams celebration, so I figured what the hell. Even so, by many people’s standards it probably wasn’t a lot, but several (four maybe) glasses of wine at dinner, a beer in the back of the cab on the way to the first nightclub, and... OK, maybe it WAS a lot! I had been to the toilet at the restaurant about half way through the meal, and was planning to go again before we left, but somehow the cab arrived before I got myself organised. I wasn’t desperate or anything at that stage, so I soon forgot about it.

When we got to the first nightclub, I immediately noticed the long queue for the toilets, as we had to walk right past the loos near the main entrance. Had there not been a queue I might have gone, but my friends hurried inside, and I didn’t want to have to go looking for them later. It was a big place, and very dark inside, and I thought it may have been difficult to find them. Soon we were all dancing to the loud music, and I completely forgot about the slowly building pressure in my bladder.

Then it was back to our table for a few more drinks, and by this stage things were starting to get a little more urgent.I kept looking over towards the main entrance, watching for a break in the queue, all the while sitting with my legs tightly crossed, and finding it very hard to keep still. And then I saw my chance, with the queue down to only three girls. I pulled hard to remove my hand from between my legs, gingerly got to my feet, and set off in little steps towards the toilets.

Then all of a sudden there was this huge commotion, with people clapping and pushing past me towards the door. I didn’t have a clue what was happening at first, but I soon realised that some celebrity had turned up (a local DJ I think, but not someone I had never heard of!) So with the main entrance packed, and this moron apparently not too interested in moving inside, I turned around and went back to my seat.

Now I had a problem. I needed to pee badly, but there was no way I was going to get to use the toilets at this place. Not too far from our table they had opened up one of the side exit doors, so I suggested to the girls that we find somewhere else. There were several clubs all close to each other, and I figured I could use the toilets at our next stop. Maybe not such a great idea! First of all I had to get up again without losing it in my panties. One of my friends noticed how slowly I was getting up, and assuming I was just drunk (I was a bit!) and needed some help, grabbed me under the arms and hauled me up out of my seat. She caught me off guard, and I wasn’t prepared, least of all for the sudden warm feeling in my panties!

Frantically I squeezed my legs together as tight as I could, and just managed to stop from completely wetting my pants there right there. It had only been a couple of spurts, just enough to warm my panties and send a tiny trickle down my thigh, but it really scared me. I hadn’t wet my pants since I was little girl, and the thought of disgracing myself in front of all my friends at 19 years old was too much to even think about. Somehow though I managed to find renewed strength, and I think maybe it was the adrenaline rush from the shock of having had a little accident that helped.

I quickly thanked my friend for helping, and then checked my skirt for any little wet patches. She wanted to know if I was OK, and I know I should have told her what the problem was, but I was too embarrassed to admit what I’d done. The others were already out in the street, so walking as fast as I could in little steps I chased after them.

So there we are in the street - five girls with too much to drink trying to decide where to go next! I obviously didn’t care, and suggested that anywhere would do, but the others wanted to talk about it, including whether we were going to walk or catch a cab. The way my bladder felt, I was starting to think we would most likely be swimming! I couldn’t stand still. I had one leg twisted right around the other, and was pretty much standing on just one foot.

Somehow I had to take my mind off my bladder, so I took out a cigarette and started smoking. It didn’t work! As I jammed my hand tightly between my legs, I became very aware of the warm wetness of my panties from the earlier accident, and I started to get scared. I really didn’t want to wet my pants there on the street, but couldn’t think of how to stop it happening.

I was bobbing up and down frantically, biting my lip and taking nervous puffs on mycigarette. I noticed one of my friends had a bottle of beer and was offering it around the others. It must have been some kind of instinctive thing, or maybe I just wasn’t thinking clearly, but when it came to my turn I just took it from her. But that meant taking my hand out from between my legs! My pee hole was totally unguarded, and my bladder left to it’s own devices! That was it!

Suddenly there was great rush of warmth in my panties, as the hot pee swirled around inside them momentarily, before breaking through and flooding down my thighs. My pee stream became so strong that it jetted right through my panties and splashed against the inside of my skirt, before dropping like a waterfall from the hem to the glistening puddle forming around my feet. I was in a state of total shock, frozen to the spot, and not knowing what to do.

So as I started to say before... there I was standing on the street, bottle in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and wetting my pants for all to see! The dazed “who me?” look I mentioned was partly from what I was doing in my panties, and partly from the flash of the camera as my accident was immortalized for all time.

As soon as my bladder was empty, I started to cry, but my friends rallied around me and I soon cheered up. One of them even said thathow much she had enjoyed it, and that it had been the highlight of the evening! They convinced me that without the tell tale puddle around my feet, no one would know, and that I should enjoy the rest of the night out. So I did. In fact I’ve got to admit that once we got the second nightclub, there was something kind of sexy and exciting about being on the dance floor in pissed panties, and the feel of the warm wet material caressing my pussy as I moved.

The best part though was later, as I watched my friends queuing for the toilet, while I quietly sat at the table with my drink in my hand, just letting it happen again in my pants!

From Audrey, Adelaide SA.