Courtney's Secret by Lou, May 1996

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

An Ecstatic Accident!

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

The Big Wetting By Phil, December 1997

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

TRUE EXPERIENCE: Further Games with Cindy by Petronius, Repost July 1995

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Pants-Pissing Chronicles

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Pants-Pissing Chronicles Chronicle 1 - Lisa Part 1 By Lloyd, August 1997

www.xxtreamvideo.com

www.xxtreamcam.com

http://adultfriendfinder.com/go/g1304070

Pants-Pissing Chronicles
Chronicle 1 - Lisa
Part 1
By Lloyd, August 1997


The Pants-Pissing Cronicles are loosely based on themes of people I have known. However, any association, explicit or implied is purely accidental.

---

Lisa had not been to the toilet since her morning visit before leaving for school. Her bladder was normally so strong as to be 'cast iron' and her family thought of her as 'the camel', because she would not go to the toilet for the entire day, prefering to avoid the horrible school toilets. Lisa hated them. She hated the way, as an infant in her first days at school, she was hearded into the toilets with everyone else, supposedly to go, but really only to fake it, walking through them and out the door again, looking for all the world like she had been, but safe in the knowledge that she had yet again successfully avoided the ignominity of being forced to pee by people who had no right. So had she developed her cast iron bladder, and to this day, she had never actually been to the toilet at the school.
Of course, there had been days when Lisa had regretted not going, having to sit in class with an aching bladder, barely able to concentrate on what was going on in class, so hard was she trying to avoid leaking, but on such occasions, she was absolutely determined she would not join that weak lot who had distinguished themselves by sitting in class, peeing their pants all over the floor, urine dripping off the seat and running down their legs. What an indignity! Lisa saw no reason for such behaviour - one just held it - no excuses. So she held onto her urine, kept her cast iron bladder solid and strong, and suffered, while her pants stayed dry.
But today was different. The weather had been particularly hot, and Lisa (and everyone else) had been drinking much more water than usual, both before school and during morning break. So Lisa hadn't even made it to lunch break before her cast iron bladder was showing signs of springing a leak or two. By the end of the morning's work, her bladder was screaming at her, and she knew she was not going to make it to the end of the day, at the rate her bladder was going. Lisa had a real problem. Going to the toilet at school was just out of the question. Yet, if she didn't pee soon, she would disgrace herself in class, and that would not do, either. What was she to do. In reality, making it to the end of the day wasn't even the problem. Her immediate problem was that she wasn't going to be able to make it through lunch!
Lisa had always been a very cool, calm, self-possessed girl, totally capable and logical. Logic told her that she would soon have to pee. Lisa had never known her bladder to have a limit, but she now thought that any such limit was irrelevant. She simply couldn't stand the pain. So she had to find a way to pee without actually going to the toilet. What she needed was a place where she could be alone to pee without being seen. Wandering around the playground, unable to stay still from the need to fidget, and the intolerable pressure in her bladder making it impossible to bend even enough to sit, Lisa happened on a quite place around the corner of a building. It was a place where the children usually didn't play, as it was too close to buildings and not good for anything but hide-and-seek. So Lisa was finally alone. Now was the time when she would do something about her badly aching bladder. She already knew how she was to accomplish it. She couldn't very well take off her pants, as anyone could come around the corner at any time, and to be caught like that was almost as bad as peeing her pants in class. On the other hand, if she didn't do something almost immediately, she would pee her pants anyway, which was what she had decided she would have to do.
So, readying herself for the task at hand, she peeked once more around the corner to check noone was coming, then backed up against the wall, legs spread, and back arched slightly, as she bent her legs in a half-crouch that seemed natural, under the circumstances. Almost as soon as she spread her legs and crouched, she felt the urine squeeze past her lips and into the crotch of her pants. With one last check that the skirt of her knee-length tunic was out of the way, she let her bladder go entirely and her pee gushed out.
Oh, the relief! Peeing was dirty, and yet, never had she felt something so good. Instantly, the moisture filled the crotch of her pants with urine, and the nice warm feeling down there complemented the indecent pleasure coming from inside her lower pelvis, and now the pee poured out of her crotch, splashing onto the ground and making a totally inappropriate sound as it splattered her shoes with little spots of moisture. Lisa never peed hard, prefering to just let it dribble out, which always seemed nicer, really. After all, peeing hard was too enjoyable, and you just didn't enjoy peeing, did you? But for the first time in her life, she couldn't help pushing out the pee, and as she bore down on her over-full bladder, she heard her pee hiss in her pants, and was momentarily concerned that someone might hear.
But there was noone around. She already knew that, so there was no point in worrying. Once Lisa had rid herself of that one last thought, she found she could not help enjoying the wonderful dirty feelings coming from low down in her body. Her pants felt wonderful, soaked as they were, and even her pee seemed to ache sweetly as it shot from her into her pants. Lisa didn't even care about the twin rivulets that had started down her thighs, despite her not-too-thorough preparations. Half-crouching there behind the building, she lost all thought for anything but the pleasure of the moment, and sighed softly to herself. Somehow, sighing seemed appropriate, so she did it again and her sighs seemed to make it feel better somehow, and so Lisa finished peeing her pants, sighing and moaning softly to herself, wondering how she could have missed such a wonderful feeling all her life, and yet, sure that she would not do anything as dirty as this again. Well, as sure as you can be as a girl . . . .
To be continued . . . .

"Caught!" --------- by Sven, April 1995

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

The beginning.

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Courtney's Secret

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

The Debbie Letters to Aquavite, posted by Aquavite continue

http://www.xxtreamcam.com/

Debbie Five


Dear aquavite,

Its not that I enjoy looking at women.  I'd much rather see a cute guy in a
short pair of see-through shorts (like some of the guys in my tennis class).
But I do kinda get turned on when I see or hear about guys being able to see 
a cute girl's panties and getting turned on by it.  It makes me feel real 
sexy and makes we wish that they were getting turned on by seeing my panties.
That's all. Its not like I'm bi or anything.

Now I have another question for you.  I'm taking a tennis class and luckily I
still fit into my tennis skirts that I had in high school but there a lot
shorter on me now.  But when I bought them they didn't come with matching
tennis briefs.  I remember buying them at a department store and the lady
telling me that I should just go to a sporting goods store and buy tennis
briefs so I did but I remember hating the way they looked on me so I didn't
play tennis that much and I guess I got rid of them because they weren't
hanging with my skirts.  Anyway, when I signed up for the class I'm in now I
met my instructor and asked him if its OK for girls to wear just there
panties under there skirt or would that be in appropriate.  He smiled and
said its perfectly OK for me to wear just my panties and that a lot of women
do that.  So that's what I'm doing.  I'm wearing just my panties under my
skirt like he said but none of the other girls to that.  They wear tennis
briefs, shorts, or biker shorts.  Do you ever play tennis and do you know any
girls who wear just there panties under there skirts or should I go get
tennis briefs?  I'd rather just wear my panties because I think they look so
much cuter on.

So you liked my story when I was cheerleading?  I figured you would because
guys seem to like the cheerleader look (and girls hate it when they see other
girls looking that way because they know all the guys will be watching the
other girl).  At least you seem to understand the difference between spankies
and panties.  Spankies aren't very sexy to me but panties are.  And all
cheerleaders wear spankies and most wear panties underneath there spankies.

Some of the stories I've read about wetting seem to say that cheerleaders
wear just panties under there skirts but that's not true although it did
happen to me that one time.  I forgot to tell you that my partner asked why I
changed because he knew I was wearing just panties from having to hold me
above his head and everything else so I had to tell him what happened which
was really embarrassing and that I changed because I didn't want to gross him
out by wearing wet spankies.  He kinda laughed and said he was sorry that
happened to me.  I just hope he never told all the other guys.

OK.  I have a really cute pair of white bikini panties with lost of cute
frilly lace along the legs and waist which I'll wear on Saturday.  They look
real little girlish.  But they're silk so I need to be careful not to have an
accident.  Do you want me to wear my pink skirt or my black skirt? And should
I bend over a lot?

So you think that Steffi Graf wears just her panties to?  Wow!  So if you say
that Steffi Graf and Jane Seymour wear just their panties and their both so
pretty and famous then it must be perfectly normal for girls wear their
panties under there tennis skirts.  [I had send Debbie a picture of Jane 
Seymous playing tennis with her panties showing.]  OK, you've convinced me.  
I think the other girls in my class just don't know that its OK.

I don't think anyone has ever really seen my wet spot growing on my panties
but I'm sure I've been wet when people have seen my panties.

I can't ever remember doing a pee dance but crossing my legs or even holding
myself Joanne's skirt and seeing there wet
panties I get turned on and I don't know exactly why.  Probably because I
like knowing how guys get so turned on from seeing our panties.  I'm thinking
about going into the little girls room now and having a few mini accidents
and wearing my panties wet like that for the rest of the day and imagining
you looking up my skirt!  Today I'm wearing white with flowers.  Want me to
do that?

=======

Debbie Six


Dear aquavite,

OK I'll wear my short black tennis skirt with my white silk panties and try
to bend over a little more than usual.  I like that contrast a lot to.

Yes I masturbate and I think I already told you that I get real wet, enough
for it to soak through my panties.  Dave likes watching me but doesn't want 
me to do it without him.  A few times he's caught me doing it without him or
other times he could tell because my panties were wet and I was spanked for
it so when I do it alone I have to be real careful about it.  I like to do it
through my panties and yes I've done it in the car when Dave wanted me to and
sometimes alone.

So I really did have a few mini accidents in my white flowered panties
yesterday.  It felt kinda weird doing it like that for no reason because
usually it happens because I can't hold it.  But this time I walked into the
little girls room, lifted my skirt and sat on the toilet with my panties
still on and watched as I started going in them.  Then I stopped and pulled
them down and finished going in the toilet.  It was kinda weird for me to do
that.  I wore them like that the rest of the day like I usually do when I
have mini accidents but they were pretty dry by the time I got home so no
spanking from Dave.  Did Sara wet her panties again this morning?  Was she
wearing a white cotton string bikini with lace in front again?

[end]


                        

From Danielle, Netherlands. March 1996

WWW.XXTREAMCAM.COM

[1] The beginning.

At the first place excuses for my bad English writing. I almost never have
to write or speak English, so I think it's not so good. I hope it's good
enough to understand. I am a 25 year old female from Holland. I discovered
on "Internet" the Patches Pages with a lot of letters and stories about
panty peeing and pooping. That's excactly what I love and do almost every
day, so I thought to write you my own experiences. I hope you place them on
Internet, so I can see if my letter arrived "down under".

It started when I was 11 and playing in the children's garden near to our
house. I still remember, as if it was yesterday, that I wore a pink tight
jeans and a long sweatshirt that reached till my knees. I had to pee really
bad and tried to hold back by pressing a hand against my crotch. After a
while I decided it would be better to go home, otherwise I would pee in my
pants. So I left my girlfriends and walked through the bushes to our house.

Then suddenly a boy, a few years older than I was, stood in front of me. I
knew him, he was living in the same street as I. "I couldn't help seeing that
you have to go to the bathroom very quick," he said. I smiled. "You're right,"
I said. "I give you 10 dollar if you don't go to the toilet," he said. "What
do you mean?" I asked. "You want me to pee in the bushes or so?"  "Oh no," he
said. "I give you 10 dollar if you dare peeing a little bit in your jeans.
Not everything off course, just a little bit, so I can see a wet spot in your
pants."

I was thinking for a few seconds. Ten dollar was a lot of money, my bladder
was almost exploding and I was wearing a long sweater, so nobody could see
the wet stain in my pants. What the heck. "Okay, but I only do a little bit
and you give me the money first." He did and I pulled my sweater up so he
could see my whole jeans. It only took a few seconds when a felt the first
spurt going in my panty. A wet spot appeared in my crotch.

He asked me to do a little bit more, so I let go another stream. The light
pink jeans turned out dark pink in my crotch and I saw that a stain also
appeared between my legs. "Okay, this must be enough," I said and ran home.
But it's difficult to hold back your pee when you pissed already a little
bit on purpose. But I managed to reach the bathroom, not peeing anymore.

But - oh shit - the door was locked. My mother was using it. "Please mother,
come out, I can't hold it any longer," I screamed. I heard my mother
laughing: "I'm pooping dear," she said. "You want me to come out now? You 
have to hold on for a minute or so." "I can't," I screamed. "Please!" But it
was already too late. I felt another stream going through my undies. It felt
warm when it was streaming in my jeans. It must have been a comic sight if
anyone had seen me. Both hands pressed between my legs and all of my pee
streaming down the legs of my jeans. A little puddle appeared around my
shoes. But the strange thing was; I didn't have the idea of doing something
dirty. Oh no, it felt warm, even very nice. I got even excited looking at 
my own wet jeans. Then the door opened and my mother started laughing.

"I see you don't need the bathroom anymore," she said. "Come on, go cleanup
yourself and put on a dry jeans," she only said. "And next time, come home
earlier." That was all. She wasn't angry. So I went upstairs, put the wet
undies and jeans in the laundry basket and a few minutes later I was back at 
the childrens garden. Nobody of my girlfriends noticed that I suddenly was 
wearing a denim jeans. I mean, they said nothing about it.

I realize this is not a very sexual story, but it's how my pee interests
started. And to tell you the truth: all of my first pantspeeing experiences
have nothing to do with sexual feelings. I just did it because it was an
accident, or because I was too lazy to go to the toilet. That's also for
the next example; I think a lot of people had the same experience...

It was a few months later, it was summer holiday, when I went to our local 
swimming pool with my cousin. After swimming we were sitting on the grassfield,
chatting and drinking some cola. Suddenly I heard a clear hissing sound. I
automaticly looked at the crotch of my cousin's swimmingsuit and saw a stream
of pee pouring through the fabric into the grass. My cousint time, but as far as a girl of that
age can be, I got excited watching my cousin peeing trough her swimmingsuit.
A few hours later, when we walked home, two girls walked just a few yards
before us, wearing denim jeans, but you could see that they had their still
wet swimmingsuits underneath. Clear wet places in their jeans marked the
position of the swimming panties. In my imagination it wasn't the swimmingsuits
that caused the wet area, but they had peed in their jeans. Years later I
realized that were the first things that explain my peeing habbits today, and
especially my pants-peeing interests.

And there is another thing that perhaps explains that sex and peeing belong
to each other, in my opinion. In that days my father told me how baby's were
made. He told me that the sperm of a man comes out of his cock and "put" into
a woman's vagina. But I didn't know where that "sperm" was coming from, so I
thought that that little fishes were part of men's urine. So a man pees into
a womans vagina, and she becomes a baby 9 months later. I know it sounds
silly, but I really thought that was it. So for years it was absolutly normal
for me that peeing and sex belonged to each other. I once heard, when I was
in bed and couldn't sleep, my mother and father making love. Afterwards I
heard my mother ranning to the bathroom. Off course she did, she had to pee
out my fathers urine after making love, I thought.

And so Patches, it all began. Next time I write how I had my first accidents
on purpose. Secretly in the shower, or in my bedroom when there was nobody
at home. Or even outside, when it was raining and therefore nobody could
see the pee streaming through my jeans. But that's for the next time.


---- To be continued ----

                                          

WWW.XXTREAMCAM.COM

COME AND SEE OUR LOVELY LIVE MODELS

WWW.XXTREAMCAM.COM

Karen's Bad Day

www.xxtreamcam.com

Posted by C.U. Squirm on December 09, 1999 at 20:25

This story is partially based on a true event.

Karen's Bad Day

Karen is a commercial real estate broker. She is about 28 years old, has long brown hair, green eyes, a very sexy smile and a great body. She is thin, though she has very nice boobs for her size. But what I really love about Karen is her slender waist, long legs and firm little round ass. This day Karen was wearing tight jeans and a light grey, fairly tight sweater. She had on a pair of black platform shoes. She looked very hot, as she always does.

One this particular day, I was to meet Karen at the coffee shop near her house. I got there and Karen was already there drinking a grande latte (not sure of the proper spelling). Anyway, she had been there for a while and was almost done with her coffee. I ordered a grande latte myself as I am addicted to them. Karen said, "I guess I'll have another one for the road. Normally I have a second cup at the office, but I won't be there until after lunch. I might as well get another one here because I love these." I said, "Yeah, I love them too. I have one every day on my way to work." We took Karen's car as we agreed that she would drop me off at my office after our appointment was over. We were going to look at an old theater building that my company was thinking of buying.

We started driving to the theater, which was downtown and about a 20 minute drive normally. She was giving me various information about the theater as we were driving downtown. Our appointment with the custodian, who was to let us in, was at 9 AM. It was now 8:45 and we hit some major traffic. Karen was concerned that if we didn't get there in time, the custodian would leave and we wouldn't be able to get in. Her boss was going to be talking to my boss that afternoon and if we didn't get in, her boss would know about it. She would be in trouble then as this deal was very important to her company. It meant a huge commission to her boss. Karen said, "Geez, this traffic is unreal. We have to get there by 9 or that guy is going to leave. Come on traffic, lets move!" Karen was almost finished with her second grande latte by now and I was noticing that she was occasionally squeezing her thighs together and bouncing her legs up and down. I was thinking that all of that coffee was starting to make Karen have to pee. She's a pretty thin girl and she had a lot of coffee. There is only so much room in that little bladder.

It was now almost 9 and Karen was really getting nervous. She said, "God I hope that guy waits for us a few minutes. We have to get you in there this morning. Come on traffic, we have to get to that theater. Move." Then she said, " I don't even care about how bad I have to pee! I just want to get to that theater!" Now the cat was out of the bag. She was constantly moving her legs up and down or bouncing one off the other or squeezing her thighs together. She was in constant movement. After a few minutes she said, " God, I really have to pee. It's all of that coffee." She looked at me with kind of an embarrassed look on her face and she blushed a little. I said kiddingly, " Well, your a big girl. You can hold it." Karen looked at me with that embarrassed look again and said, "I think you're more sure of that than I am."

Finally we arrived at the theater and the guy wasn't there. Karen said, "Oh shit! He's gone. Shit!" She grabbed her cell phone and called her office. The entire time she was squeezing her legs together and at one point she bounced them up and down alternatively real fast and said, "OOOOHHHH, I have to peeeeeeeeee!!!!" Finally her office located the custodian and he told her secretary that he would go back to the theater and would be there in five minutes. But if we weren't there this time he was leaving and he wasn't coming back again. This hotel was in an area where there were only office buildings and not really any place that looked like it had an easily accessible bathroom. Karen said, "Oh God I have to pee soooo bad, this isn't funny!" She was squeezing her legs together and sucking in air like crazy. She kept saying, " Oh hurry up and get here. I have to get in there and pee!" She looked at me and said, "This is so embarrassing. I can't believe I have to pee this bad in front of you." I was dying to tell her that it was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen, but I didn't know how she would react to that. I said," Oh don't worry about it. It happens to everyone once in a while."

Finally the guy showed up. Karen seemed embarrassed by having to pee so bad and as we were standing in front of the door I knew she wanted to really let fly with the pee pee dance, but she tried as hard as she could to conceal her predicament from the custodian for some reason. She was standing with her legs tightly crossed and she was squeezing them together even tighter every few seconds. Once we were inside, she asked the guy where the ladies room was and he said, "Sorry, the bathrooms are in the basement and the pump went out. It's totally under water." Karen said, "You've got to be kidding." The guy said, " I'm afraid not Miss." Karen looked really worried at this point. As we toured the theater Karen couldn't stand still for a second. She was now doing a major pee pee dance every time we stopped moving. She would hop from foot to foot while bending her knee over her crotch with each repetition. She looked really embarrassed and said to me, "Oh my God I'm dying! I have to pee soooo bad. I can't remember having to pee this bad!" I said, "I'll try to hurry and finish seeing everything I need to see so we can find you a bathroom." She said, " Oh thanks. If I don't get to a bathroom soon, I think I'm going to wet my pants!" I thought I was going to die when she said that. The caretaker said, "Look, I have another appointment. I'm going to leave. When you're done, just close the door. It will automatically lock." I said, "No problem. Thanks for coming back." Karen didn't say anything to the guy as she had to pee so bad, her mind was only on that. Finally, Karen said, "I don't want to rush you, but if I don't get to a bathroom in about two seconds, I'm going to have an accident!" I said, "O.K., I've seen everything. Let's go." Karen said, "OOOOHHHHH, I have to peeeeee! Where can I find a bathroom fast around here?" "I don't have much time! I can barely hold it!" I said, "I think there's a gas station about two blocks from here. Let's get you there." Karen was running in place at this point and then had to bend her right leg at the knee, cross it hard over her left leg while bending all the way to the ground. I said, "Karen, Let's go." She said, " I can't move! If I try to stand up, I'm going to pee in my pants!" She had a very desperate tone to her voice. It was obvious that she was just about out of time. Finally she tried to stand and hobble toward the door, but only made it about five feet before she stopped, crossed her legs hard, bent to the ground again and said, "Oh No!!! I can't hold it anymore. I'm peeing in my pants!!! Oh my God, I can't stop!!!" I could see the pee pouring through her tight jeans with unbelievable force. She tried to stand after few minutes and twisted her legs together to try and stop the flow, but it was no use. She just stood there and totally peed in her tight jeans. Her jeans were wet in the front about half way up the her waist and all the way down her legs. At one point she turned around and I could see that her tight ass was totally soaked all the way to her waist. This happened because she was squatting down for a good amount of the time as she wet her pants. Finally she finished peeing her pants and stood there looking at her self and half sobbing. She said, "I can't believe I pee in my pants! I had to go sooo bad. I just couldn't stop it." I said, " Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." She thanked me and said I was sweet to be so cool about it.

We went back to her car and she pulled a blanket out of her trunk and sat on it. She said, "I hope I don't get pee all over my car seat." "I'll drop you off at your office. I hope nobody sees me in my peed in pants. I'm going to have to go home and change after I drop you off. What am I going to tell my boss?" I said, "Tell him I really wanted to spend a lot of time looking at the theater. I'll back you up." She said, " You are so cool. How can I thank you?" I said, "How about dinner this Friday night?" She said, "You still want to go out with me after this?" I'm thinking one of the biggest reasons I want to go out with you is because of this. I said, "Oh don't be silly. It doesn't matter to me." She dropped me off and I went to work, but I wasn't able to think about anything the rest of the day other than Karen and her sexy peeing accident.

Email: 

---

Replies :

• Re: Karen's Bad Day Watcher 13:02 12/10/99 (0)
• Re: Karen's Bad Day Ann 03:09 12/10/99 (0)
• Re: Karen's Bad Day J 21:51 12/09/99 (0)

Annie's holiday. (A fantasy story).

www.xxtreamcam.com

Posted by wetwednesday on January 20, 2000 at 04:05

==============
(With thanks to Angie. I hope you don’t mind me writing a “prequal” to the story I originally asked you about).

==================

Annie’s Holiday. A fantasy story.

It was Annie’s lunchbreak. She normally walked in the park like this. Today it was hot and sunny, late June. The flowerbeds were in full bloom, and insects hurried to pollenate the open heads. She let another squirt of pee go. It hit the grass between her legs, and the leaf she hit shone, now darker than before.

Her thin white knickers were in her pocket, taken off in the lift on the way out of the office. She was short, with dark hair and green eyes. Her skirt was black, chosen carefully so that wet spots would not show. Annie liked to pee free of restrictions, and was apparently an expert shot for stand-up invisible peeing. She also enjoyed wetting knickers and tights inside her Jeans and savouring the spreading warmth.

She could not really pee her knickers at all in the office, although she wanted to. Her Company operated a hot-desk system, so she never had a desk and chair of her own. She had tried some pee-fun there a few times, but once went too far and ended up with a wet stain on the chair.

She had panicked a bit, then put some papers on her chair and gone to get a coffee. She had stood the cup on her chair and “accidentally spilt it”. ‘Good aim’, she thought, ‘that will sort it’. She did not think anyone would be able to tell what she had really done. She didn’t really care. To be honest, if anyone in the office was able to recognise the smell of her pee through the smell of spilt coffee, it probably would be someone she would want to meet anyway. She had some good ideas of how she would like to be naughty at work, but could not carry them out… yet...

For her Lunch, she bought a hot dog from the stand near the Park gate. No-one was looking, so while the hot-dog seller was talking to her as he lifted the lid on the hot-dog tray, she let go another quick squirt, and thought about him. She missed slightly and her hot pee dribbled down her left leg as far as her knee. He was not bad looking, with a red tee shirt and his hair in blonde curtains. That was partly why she visited him most days. Later when she was home, she would remember him, her hot-dog Adonis. She wondered if the hot dogs were symbolic, but discounted that idea.

She dreamed of a guy like him, pure lust on one level, love and comfort on another. However her passion for pee fun always seemed to complicate things so far. She rarely had the opportunity or the courage to find a guy with whom she could be free. Her past boyfriends had thought her fetish a turn-on for a while, then cooled and moved on as the novelty wore off, some of them leaving her not knowing if they thought she was a freak.

She worked in a call centre in Bradford. She shared and island desk with three others, separated by low screens. She had returned to the office, donned her headset “Gaven and Whiteley good afternoon my name is Annie how may I help you”, she recited. She really hated her job. Most of her colleagues did too, and few ever stuck it beyond three months. She was leaving at the end of the week. She had a new job to go to, starting as a Legal Secretary. But first, she was going on holiday.

She had booked a small cottage near the Cornish coast for a fortnight, just for herself. She was twenty-seven and quite capable of amusing herself. Her Aunt and family were only fifteen minutes away in St Austell, so she would visit them if she wanted company above that she could find for herself in the nightlife of the busy seaside town. Anyway her cousin was up for a bit of clubbing, and a new nightclub had opened this year in a converted seafront Hotel.

Annie walked from her cottage to the beach, in the bright morning sun. She wore a mid-blue swimsuit, a sun hat, and nothing else. Her bag was laden with things she needed; 2 litres of Lemonade, magazines, towels, more towels, shorts, two Bikinis! She was up for some pee fun. Annie liked to go to this beach every year.

Often while she read her books and magazines, and watched the activity, the other people on the beach would have no idea she was wriggling on a thick damp fold in a rolled up towel. She sometimes hired a boogie board and a shortie wetsuit, and went surfing when the waves were good enough. While she was enjoying the waves and the success of catching a free ride to the beach, she sometimes peed as hard as she could in her wetsuit. She liked the feel of bathing for a while in her own hot pee. If she got it just right while laying on her surf board, she could send a warm flood of her own pee through her bush and get it to swirl round her tummy as she flew through the waves. She had never got it as far as her boobs, but she lived in hope.

She had been there three days now. As it was a patrolled surfing beach, there were lifeguards. Yes, she admitted, that was another reason she came here. This year there were four of them; one girl and three guys. There was a beach Café where she bought coffee and food. She considered the lifeguards. The girl was obviously verrrryyy friendly with one of the guys. Although they were professional enough not to openly snog on the beach, it was obvious they were an item. Something about one of the other two guys caught her attention. She was not entirely sure what it was, and studied him discreetly for a while.
She hoped he would follow the same pattern she observed earlier today and yesterday.

The tide was going out, and was by now some 300 metres from the head of the beach. Annie left her stuff and went for a walk. She took a detour along the beach and doubled back. She walked out of sight behind a rock outcrop near the waterline, and she waited, hoping the Lifeguards had not noticed her. The red and yellow flage which marked the safe swimming limit were by now a fair way up the beach and had to be moved.

Her heart pounded as she saw the Lifeguard she had studied set off to move the flags down the beach. She calmed herself and not too obviously, she skirted the rocks to stay out of sight. She watched him walk past with the flag, and plant it firmly in the sand. Then she could hardly believe her eyes. She saw a stream of yellow pee run out of his swimming trunks, black Lycra, and trickle down his legs. She sat up on the corner of the rock outcrop, watching him, about three feet off the ground, with her legs crossed in front of her. He peed more, and a stream gathered round his balls and dropped to the beach. She could only see from behind, but that was enough.

He turned round and froze. He was stunned, and flushed rapidly. She was smiling at him. He spluttered a few words hoping she had not seen him, but he knew it was too late. “And I bet you like to do that in your Jeans too” she said. She was smiling, but smiling kindly, not mockingly. He blushed again, but then regained a little pride and said “yes.. .. actually, I do”. Then she saw his eyes drop. He had noticed something. The rock, dried in the sun, was now changing colour before his eyes. There was a darker line appearing between Annie and the ground. She pulled up her crossed legs and moved her feet apart, so he could see more.

As he followed the line upwards, it drew him to a spreading wet patch, darkening the blue crutch of her swimsuit. She let go some more of her pee. A small spring of hot yellow pee ran out through the panel of her swimsuit, and ran down the rock between her heels. The she let it all go. His obvious excitement at the sight of her pee waterfall running into the wet sand and mixing in the small seawater pool at the base of the rock, was matched by her excitement at his obviously growing erection inside his swimming trunks.

He thought how she looked like a pixie on some sort of toadstool, or maybe Mermaids did really exist?
She thought her dream had come true. Here was a tall guy with perhaps not a six-pack but certainly a good four-pack, Blonde curtains and all, standing infront of her obviously very turned on by her peeing.

They talked for a while. “How did you know?” he asked. He had been into peeing for a few years, and had taken this summer job partly so he could enjoy himself in a way that other jobs couldn’t allow. She said “I guessed about you because it takes one to know one. I noticed you never went up to the loos, I noticed you always put shorts on to go to the Café, but took them off again to go down the beach. I noticed you planted the flags and then stood still for a while. Other things also. Most people would never notice any of that as significant, but I did”.

That evening, Annie was back at her cottage. She laid with her back on a bean bag, in front of the sofa. She had laid several towels out under her. She was going to pee and make it a day to really remember. She sipped her cocktail, taken from a ready-made bottle she bought at the supermarket earlier.

She let another gentle flow of pee go and fingered herself as it trickled into the towel. She wanted to make it last as long as possible. A first splash landed at the top of her right hip, then another at the top of her bush. Then as the flow came on and increased, he directed his jet from side to side across her waistline. His pee ran down the sides of both her hips a little. Then he aimed his strong flow of hot yellow pee right into the hair at the top of her bush. It ran through her hair like a tidal wave through the trees in a disaster movie, only this one was yellow, warm, and a feeling so exquisite like she had dreamed many times before, but now it was for real.

When he finally ran out of pee, she watched the last drops falling from the end of his firming penis. She reached slowly over her left shoulder and searched under the seat cushion of the sofa. She tore the end off the condom packet she had hidden there earlier. Squeezing the teat, she began to roll it down his rock-hard penis, and he did not need asking twice. She stroked his back with two hands, thinking that whoever Adonis was in history, that in her time, today, he was a lifeguard, not a hot-dog seller.

Annie is going to return from her holiday to take up her new job as a legal secretary. If you liked this story, I might write a sequel called “Annie’s new job” to explore what happened next. If I do, it will not be posted until February, so let me know what you thought, and maybe check out next month’s board.

LoL

Wetwednesday


Email: wetwednesday@yahoo.com

---

Replies :