Me and my boyfriend Antonio went to downtown Savannah a while ago, and sometimes I wear diapers when I’m with him, but I went with panties and a skirt then, thinking I’d love to get a good quickie with me bent over the nearest flat surface at some point. That can still work with diapers but it’s not as quick! He did tell me he wanted me to wear diapers, but I decided to be naughty. In any case, when I’m in public, I’m usually ok controlling myself, unless I’ve been diapered. They make me lose all control, no matter the circumstances. But in public and in panties, I can usually get to a bathroom on time. Even after the sun had set, it was still hot and humid enough to have us sweating.  Antonio made sure I was drinking lots of water, telling me he wanted me to stay hydrated. After an hour or so, I was asking him if he saw a bathroom nearby. “Not now, baby. Maybe later,” Antonio said. I hadn’t told him I wasn’t wearing a diaper, and I was afraid that if I did tell him, I’d have to put one on. He always carried extra diapers with us. “Drink some more water, sweetie. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.” I drank some more water, but not much. I had to pee and didn’t want to have an accident. We walked a bit more, and I asked to use a bathroom again, but was again told no. But Antonio did ask, “Why don’t you use your diaper, if you’ve got to go so badly?” “Cuz, I don’t need to,” I replied. At one point, I started to beg, “Pleeeeease, Antonio, I have to gooooo…” Antonio started to say, “Just use your—” when he patted my bottom. I winced, knowing I was in trouble. “Where’s your diaper?” he asked. “If I could use the bathroom, I wouldn’t need it,” I said, rather defiantly. “Well, if that’s your position, I’m sure you can hold it till we get home,” he said as I handed him my empty water bottle. “Are we going home now?” I asked, hopefully. “No, we’re going down to the waterfront. Then we’ll go.” I groaned. “What? You said so yourself, you’re a big girl. You can wait. Drink more water.” I tried to hold it, I really did, but I had already held my pee for so long! As I walked, I began to feel hot drips of pee in my panties, getting them damp. Soon, the drips turned into slow, hot trickles flooding my panties and running down my legs. I was clenching my bladder so tight, but a particularly large stream escaped. All my control broke and urine rushed out of me, down my legs and splattering into a puddle at my feet. Antonio heard me moan low and turned to see me wetting myself without control in the middle of a public park. “I told you to hold […]