Coming into my room, I'm on an active call with my best friend. She's telling me all about her life and there is just SO MUCH to catch up on. After a bit of chatting and listening to her, I start to wiggle a bit and begin pacing, as the urge to pee begins to manifest. I don't want to be rude to her and interrupt or anything, so I encourage her to keep telling me her stories and catching me up. I start to pant a little bit because I can really feel my bladder filling up and I start to cross my legs and showing desperation. Before I can say or do much else, my bladder takes control and a litt...

Coming into my room, I'm on an active call with my best friend. She's telling me all about her life and there is just SO MUCH to catch up on. After a bit of chatting and listening to her, I start to wiggle a bit and begin pacing, as the urge to pee begins to manifest. I don't want to be rude to her and interrupt or anything, so I encourage her to keep telling me her stories and catching me up. I start to pant a little bit because I can really feel my bladder filling up and I start to cross my legs and showing desperation. Before I can say or do much else, my bladder takes control and a little squirt of pee comes out and I gasp. She asks why I gasped and I tell her that my cat startled me and continue the phone call. Soon, it happens again after more desperation and leg crossing, causing some more urine to soak into my jeans ... again, I blame it on the cats. I have to go so badly that I can barely focus on the phone call, so I tell her that I've been standing all day and need to sit down. I then ask her too give me a few seconds to enjoy this, the sitting down of course. I start to push on my bladder and pee begins to soak my cute jeans, as I moan loudly. Once I'm done wetting myself, I realize that my friend has been listening to me moan! Ooopsie! I make up the excuse that it just feels really good to sit down and that my feet are so sore. I look down at my now very wet jeans, trying to get a good look at the front and even turn around to bend over ... for a stretch of course... and to try to see between my legs. This whole time, I try to maintain my phone call as to not alert my friend that I just pissed myself. I also try to say things that make it sound like I'm listening, but really I feel so good that I let all that out! I reach down and press on my bladder one more time to squeeze out anything else that's there and then marvel at how much came out of me and into my jeans! Phew!