I’m in a rural village, and I’m on a covert mission to wet myself in public. I’m wearing a striped t-shirt, tight leggings and a cute pair of grey pumps. I find an old fashioned wooden bus stop and can’t resist sitting down on the bench inside and letting my imagination run wild. There is a no smoking sign on the wall, but it doesn’t say anything about wetting! Should I go here? It’s five minutes until the next bus, so I should just have time! After a quick glance around to check if the coast is clear, I empty my bladder, the warm stream squirting through my leggings and onto the seat. The... Show more