What is it about Paris that makes you want to pee your pants. I live in the UK, and am always on the lookout for sightings of guys wetting their pants, or maybe with a tell tale bulge in the back, or the glimpse of a nappy showing above the waistband, and for all these years, I have never had a sighting, yet on the few occasions that I have visited Paris, I have had three separate sightings.
First, let me tell you about the two sightings from last week. It was a hot day, and le Jardin des Tuileries near the Louvre museum was packed, and my husband and I were just sitting, enjoying the weather and watching the world go round. After a while, a young boy of about 7 or 8 ran by happily playing in the sun, but what was noticeable was the huge wet patch all around his crotch, and down to the bottom of his faded denim shorts. It was clear that he had totally wet himself a few minutes ago, and whilst I am in no way into young boys, it did remind me of my own childhood times when I was having too much of a good time playing games that I often wet my pants.
The second sighting was the very next day when we were hopping on and off the Batobus up and down the Seine, and whilst in the queue to board at St Germain, we were asked to show our tickets, and it was then that I noticed the guy behind, who was an American guy, probably in his 30s and with his family lift his t-shirt enough to clearly display the top of his diaper, which I found amazing. Now, I can understand that being in Paris and on the go all day, it can sometimes be difficult to find a toilet when you need one, and maybe he was wearing just for convenience, or maybe it was for a medical reason, I really have no idea. Anyway, for the duration of the trip on the boat, I tried discreetly to tell if he had wet or messed, or even if any of the other family were wearing a diaper, but it was impossible to tell. Eventually he got off at a different station to us, and I never saw him again. Maybe, he wears as a fetish, and is a member of this site, who knows.
My final sighting happened about 5 years ago, and was late in the evening, and my partner and I were returning on the train after a day at Disneyland Paris, The train pulled into a station (not sure which one, though it doesn’t really matter), and when I looked out of the window across the platform, I noticed a hot young guy, maybe around 20 years old, really short shaved hair, and tight bleached jeans. He was leaning back against a wall, and was smoking a cigarette, and just at the time I was looking at him, his jeans darkened instantly around his crotch and went streaming down his legs. It was clearly a deliberate act as he made no attempt to hide or prevent his actions. Sadly, my train started to pull out of the station, but not before I got one final glimpse of this hot guy in his soaked bleached jeans……..such a hot horny memory.
I can’t wait to book my next trip to Paris to see what wet adventures await.