Early Memory

I have always been more turned on by seeing upskirts than anything else. I guess this began in early puberty like for most of us. At this time (late 60’s) skirts were short and Top of the Pops was a good place to see plenty of panties on show. Of course I saw girls panties everyday at school as at that age they didn’t know what effect it could have but it got more exciting later when upskirting became more illicit. Much more interesting somehow when a girl of woman is not aware of me looking. One early memory was when I was 16 and at the wedding of a distant relative. I arrived there with my parents after a longish journey from Devon to Wales and what I remember the most was needing to pee all through the ceremony. There had not been time before to go looking for a washroom and anyway I was a shy boy who often went through agonies rather than ask where the washroom was. Two hours passed and then I was sitting at a large table with all the other guests in this huge house eating a four-course meal. And still bursting to piss! Next to me was a woman of about 40, I would say, which seemed old to me but she was a stunner, and her mini dress was very short. I couldn’t help glancing down and seeing it ride up her thighs until her white panties were clearly exposed at her crotch. From the way she was waving her legs about I also new that she too was desperate for the washroom too and this excited me further. Well, with the view I had of this lady’s underwear and maybe further stimulated by an overfull bladder I felt the now familiar feeling one has when an orgasm is building up. I tried to keep still, willing my erection to subside - I was thrilled in a way but terrified that someone would notice what was happening to me. It was no good, I was on the point of cumming and my neighbour suddenly thrust a hand between her legs and said, to nobody in particular ‘God I’m dying to pee!’ This was the final straw and I came in my pants. It seemed to go on for ever, pumping out of me, and it was not easy to resist grabbing myself or even to make a noise of some sort. Somehow I kept my outward composure and my orgasm came to an end. Luckily I had black trousers on and a few furtive glances showed me that my secret was safe. But now I wanted to pee so badly I thought I would explode. I just couldn’t keep still. Eventually I plucked up enough courage to stand and leave the table between courses. Nobody noticed of course but I was so embarrassed. As I stood my neighbour grabbed my arm and whispered ‘Are you going to find the washroom?’ I nodded, even more embarrassed, and she said ‘I’ll come with you’ I was acutely aware of my cum-filled pants as we left the room. I tried hard to act normally but all I wanted to do was to squeeze my cock. As we went upstairs I actually felt a spurt of pee escape. But in front of me was this lovely woman and my eyes were on the same level as her bottom, with her panties showing just below the hem of her dress. I was hard almost immediately! We found the washroom and, probably because I was younger, she said ‘you first then, but hurry!’ I rushed in, and frantically undid my fly, but no pee would come. I was bone hard and I had been waiting for seven hours since peeing last. The only thing to do was to wank - I had had this problem before. As I began, there was a knock on the door. ‘Hurry please! I can’t wait any longer!’ I bent down to peep through the keyhole and almost fainted when I saw, right in line with my vision, that she had her dress hitched up and her hand inside her panties, pressing her crotch as hard as she could and dancing from foot to foot. I soon came, as you might imagine. But I had been in there ages now and was worried about what she would think so I just flushed and came out. She dashed in and as the door closed she was ripping her panties down with the other hand. If I had not been on the point of wetting my pants I would have peeped again but I was starting to do just that. I am ashamed to say that I entered the first room along the landing and, kneeling down and partly hidden, I peed in the corner of the room, on the carpet. I was exhausted, both with the intense orgasms I had experienced and with the effort of controlling my aching bladder for so long.
What a day that was!.