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  1. RNSL81

    Anna's Discovery

    very nice. Would love to read more
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    The Long Drive

    Fantastic story. I think a continuation. The rest of the family "shun" Nina so it is up to Calvin to offer comfort and assurance that its ok. That leads to more possible "accidents." Just a thought.
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    Airplane desperation

    Fantastic story. Loved it.
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    Story of a woman's awakening

    Hey everyone. Just a quick fresh chapter. I was going to write a longer one but I'm v tired and have an early start tomorrow. I have started to introduce some of the bit players in my story (just remotely for now). I think the chapters will tend to be quite short from now on (although a few "set pieces" will hopefully be bigger chapters). The first two were written while I was at sea so I had loads of time to add to them and edit them. If I want to keep this moving with my limited time between work and home life then smaller but more frequent/numerous chapters will work well for me. As always, feed back is appreciated. Enjoy Part 4 – The start of a new day The kiss seemed to last forever. Deep and hungry yet oddly gentle, we held ourselves tight against each other as we intertwined our bodies. For an age we stayed like that until I eventually pulled back. Once again, I gazed into her deep brown eyes. I planted a swift kiss on Samantha’s forehead before leaning right back. Our legs were still locked together but I was able to pull back enough to take in the sight of her in the dim morning light. Trimmed bush with a few drops of pee still clinging to the soft curls. Smooth skin of her tight stomach. No real definition of abs, just a firm flat expanse of flesh. Her B cup breasts barely losing their shape despite her lying on her back. Her body was glistening with her wetness. I could see beads of pee clinging to her breasts and I moved in to lick the glistening trails. The salty tang of her pee was sharp but pleasant on my tongue. She squirmed as my touch tickled her and aroused her. Her skin was still flushed and I guessed she was more sensitive than ever right now. My left hand started to trace the curves of her body. Gently stroking her side and back I moved back up to kiss her. As our lips touched, I felt her suppress a giggle. I pulled back. “And what’s so funny? “Its pee. My pee. I can taste it.” At my raised eyebrows she continued. “It’s a little weird knowing I’m tasting my own pee.” She giggled again. “It’s OK I guess. Not sure what I was expecting but it doesn’t taste unpleasant. Of course…. It wasn’t my pee I was expecting to be tasting.” Her own eyebrows moved up now. “I believe there was some mention of your own bladder being in a similar state?” Wordlessly I nodded. I glanced at the sheets. The wet patch was absorbed now, from just below our knees to just below our shoulders. About three quarters of the width of the double bed was soaked. I concluded that it could survive a second deluge. With that in mind I shuffled slightly so that my now soft penis was lying between us and pointing up or bodies. I’d already removed the condom when we kissing. I concentrated. At first it was just a few spurts, my dick twitching with every release. My stream grew stronger then, as my pee jetted up onto Sam’s body. I held myself and directed the stream onto her breasts, aiming for the small dark nipples that were still erect. The loud hissing was underscored by Sam’s moans as hot pee washed over her body. Her own hands were now rubbing over her body. As it continued to splash noisily over us both I saw her bring her hand up to her mouth. She moaned again as she sucked my pee off her fingers. Her free hand has rubbing between her other lips now. I directed my stream there, peeing hard against her pussy. Her moans were increasing in volume and intensity now. As my stream finally started to die down, I could see her whole body twitching. She seemed to tighten up for a few seconds with a loud gasp, back arching, before she finally let go and flopped into the fresh lake under us as a boneless mess, eyes closed and breathing deep. She lay like that for a few minutes as I just watched her come down from another orgasm. Eventually her eyes fluttered open. “So will I be getting this wake up every day now? Because I’m not sure I’ll be able to take this without losing my mind.” “Babe, If you want it you’ll get it.” I sighed deeply as I lay back myself, snuggling next to her side. She lifted her head so my arm could snake under and hold her to me. “I’m not sure how much I can take though. Despite everything I only managed to get a semi during that. Even with what you were doing I am completely spent.” She giggled again as I continued. “I doubt I will be able to get it up until at least midday.” “Spoilsport” she laughed, prodding me in the side. “And hear I was hoping for some quick action behind the minibus if we’re not diving first thing”. “Sam, I think this is the start of something amazing, but like I said last night, lets not rush this. I’m no good to you broken with my poor abused member in a sling.” She laughed out loud at that. “And, speaking of this morning.” “Your going back to the hostel?” “Yeh. I can’t go diving in jeans and a polo. I’d freeze and jeans aren’t the most manoeuvrable of garments.” “What will you tell the others?” she asked as I stated to pull myself up out of the bed. “The truth. Of sorts. We ended going into town for a meal. Had a few drinks, got a lift back and I spent the night with you. I know it will surprise them and I think a few of them may resent that and get jealous. God knows how may times you’ve told Brian no and he still keeps trying to get in your pants.” Samantha sighed deeply even as she admired my naked body standing beside the bed. “He’s a pig.” She exclaimed angrily. “I can’t stand the way he keeps sniffing about me. I almost had to slap him last week to get him off. Thankfully Mack pulled him away because I was ready to claw his eyes out. He was trying to grab my bum.” “When the fuck did that happen. Where was I?” Sam looked up at me and smiled. “Friday. That was the night you and your drunken trio when off to the house party before the pub even shut.” “Ohhh. God that was a mess.” The three friends she referred to were Gavin, Derek and Andrew. I shared a room with Andrew and Gav and Derek bunked together. I’d become quite good friends with the three over the preceding weeks, mainly due to them just dragging me out kicking and screaming every night. Being an introvert, it took its toll at first but by the end of the first week I had become accustomed to it. As had my liver. God those three could Drink. The party we had gone to had descended into a very drunken session that finally ended at gone 4 in the morning. I was the only one who didn’t throw up that night and Gav himself had had to wash his sheets after an accident. He took it in his stride though. Cost of doing business he had said as he shrugged the whole thing off. Brian was another mater though. I don’t think anyone on the course liked him except Keith (my old partnered and the course idiot). He was creepy as hell, always hanging around and making comments about Sam. She had already given him quite a few public and vocal rejections but he didn’t seem capable of taking the hint. He had a mean streak as well. Always swift to anger and when he was drinking he was always looking for a fight. I absolutely hated the guy as I was the butt of lots of jokes and comments from him and he had tried to square up to me a few times as well. My “drunken trio” really helped hear though. All three were on the Heriot Watt Rugby club and built like brick shithouses. Brian was too smart to mess with them. I sighed again. “Come on babe. Lets get the bed stripped and in the wash then we can hit the shower and get ready for the day. The guys will all have whatever reactions they have and I’m not borrowing trouble thinking about it now. Besides… I need to make sure you have a really good wash and are squeaky clean” I said the last while staring hungrily down at her body again. “Letch” she said jumping up herself with a grin. We quickly stripped the saturated sheet. Remarkably it was the only bit of bedding that was wet but I pulled a pillow case off and used it to wipe down the moisture on the waterproof sheet. Luckily It wasn’t a cloth topped one. “Make sure to give it a spray and wipe down before you remake the bed” I commanded, making sure to get the sheet dry. I heard her mumble an affirmative. Naked we proceeded downstairs to the kitchen. Our clothes came out off the machine lovely and dry and the sheet and case were thrown in for their own cycle. We rushed back upstairs and threw out respective outfits onto the chest of drawers in Sam’s room. Our towels were hung up and dry in the massive bathroom. The shower was indeed big enough for two.
  5. RNSL81

    Story of a woman's awakening

    Hey everyone. I feel relay happy that I have gotten the positive comments. Part three was originally going to be a single chapter but as I wrote it, ended up being one and a half. Ish. Its only wetting and its toward then end but I felt that it was important to fully establish quite a lot of things so, although both parts are fairly short and, I feel, quite story heavy, I feel that they will let me move on and have fun with the later chapters. Even as I wrote this several more occurred to me. Shared wetting of diapers at 35 meters and in a dry suit anyone? As before, would love to get any feedback or constructive criticism. Message me or let me know in the comments. Part 3. Homeward bound. “WHATS GOING ON HERE!” Sam and I froze as the shout shocked us to the core. A torch beam spit the darkness cast by the shadow of the moonlit church as a man moved into view around its side. “What in the hell is this then?” he asked quietly as he moved towards us taking in the scene. Sam now hugging as close to me as she could trying to hide herself, jeans dark with her pee, Me in clearly soaked jeans and polo, both of us still steaming gently in the cold air. “Um” I started, not sure how to even begin explaining things to this guy. Then I took a real look at him. High-vis vest, radio, cap. Oh. A cop. The future suddenly looked considerably less pleasurable. “I swear we weren’t having sex in public” I blurted out. Sam squeaked against my chest as it hit her as well that that could be a real crime. “We were making out and got a bit carried away and had a little accident in the moment. We weren’t exposing ourselves or doing anything or…or….” I was babbling now, trying to figure out how the hell we were going to get out of this. A sigh from the cop cut me off. His torch lowered and his head slumped. “Bloody tourists.” was his long-suffering sounding response. He looked up. “Let me guess. You’re hear on a holiday and thought that this was the perfect time to play out your little watersports fantasy?” “No officer” was my quiet reply. “Were over in Stromness on a diving course” I turned to face him fully and allowed Sam to slide behind me and hide herself. As her head rested between my shoulder blades I heard a sob from behind me and realised just how humiliated and upset she was. After all. I was burning red with shame and felt like crying myself. The officer squinted at me. “At the uni labs? The commercial course” I nodded, staring down at me feet. “I should have known.” He switched off the torch now, sliding it into a loop on his belt. “And so what do you plan on doing now then? I know all the taxi drivers and none of them are taking you in that state.” Still not looking at him I shrugged. I had actually been wondering that exact issue myself. Another sigh. “You have a room in town to shower and change in. Or shag in as I guess that’s the ultimate objective of the night?” As I shook my head a deep sniffle behind me mirrored my own thoughts. That was the plan for the evening. Was. For what seemed like an eternity the cop stared at the two of us, taking in the drenched clothes, my own obvious embarrassment and Sam’s fear, hiding behind me. One final, long sigh. ”OK then. Come on with me. My car has plastic covers in the back. A bit of wee won’t hurt them, they’ve seen worse. And plenty of the same as well. I can take you back through to Stromness and drop you wherever you’re staying.” He turned away from us, heading back to the corner of the church. Sensing our obvious reluctance to follow he turned back. “You two are not getting a better deal than that. No charges, criminal or financial, no arrests for…public order. No-one has to find out. I can see how upset you both are so maybe this did just get away from you both. It’s up to you.” I gently turned around to Sam. She looked as red and upset as I felt. She gazed up at me then nodded wordlessly. I turned away, taking her hand in mine and led her after the cop. We quickly caught up and he led us to the path and along the front of the church. Luckily the streets were deserted and, in the dim light of the street lights, you had to look close to see what we had been up to. Parked about twenty meters away was a small cop car. Not one of the big estates or 4x4s, just a local beat cops squad car. As we approached he pulled out his keys and unlocked the car. Before he climbed in he turned to us. “Scot” He said. “Stuart and Samantha.” “OK. Hop in then. It’s about 30 minutes. I’d appreciate it if you two just sat quietly and didn’t get up to any further hanky panky in the back. And if you need to go again, then please let me know. A little transfer off your clothes is one thing, a puddle in the back is another.” “Thank you Scot” Sam finally spoke up. “I now this must be a hassle for you and I…We really do appreciate it. I had no idea what we were going to do. I never really thought.” “Well,” he replied as we climbed into the car. “I guess given that you both look a little drunk that you got too carried away. Honestly, from you lot out of the uni this isn’t the worst you lot have behaved. Maybe not this years class, yet, but previous years have caused issues. This wee car has seen a grand slam in the back. That was a hassle to clean up. Five minutes with a damp cloth and the car will be as good as new from you two. Where you heading to by the way?” I looked at Sam again as the car set off. She gazed into my eyes, clearly overcoming the embarrassment of being caught now that the world wasn’t ending. She suddenly looked away shyly. She told Scot her address and settled down and snuggled into me. She giggled lightly. “Wee car.” She managed to get out between giggles. I groaned as she took a deep breath to steady herself. She might have been close to a bit hysterical. Your all damp” she whispered to me “And who’s fault is that?” Another giggle. “Sorry. I guess we did get a little carried away. You still want to come back to mine” My heart broke slightly at the vulnerability in that last question. I pulled her into a hug. “Yes babe. I would still love to come round. If you still want me.” She squeezed me tightly and I felt her nod. “In that case I’m sure you’ve boasted about how good your shower in the house is. And I believe Rob’s cousin is out at her boyfriends so we have it to ourselves. A nice long shower to clean up and sober up a bit more then we’ll see what happens next.” The remainder of the car ride was made in total silence. It was a little uncomfortable but Sam and I just cuddled in the back and, as we weren’t getting up to anything more, Scot seemed content to just let us be. As we got closer to Stromness I started to get quite cold. Scot had the window down (probably a sensible option to stop the car filing with the smell of our “accident”). Our clothing had cooled and Sam shivered against me. I squeezed her tighter and rubbed her arm and shoulder. She looked up to me again and from a slight smile and wiggle of her hips and rub of her thighs I realised that she was starting to feel the continuing effects of the fluids we had drank again. As I realised that I realised I was the same. Not desperate, but thanks to the booze, the orgasm and the cold, I was starting to get quite full enough. To my relief thought, the lights of Stromness were just around the next bend. After only a few more minutes we pulled up outside Sam’s house. After we climbed out, slightly unsure what to do now, Scot leaned out of the window. “Right you two. Don’t worry about the back, I’m heading back to the office, I’ll wipe the car down there. Just do me a favour. Don’t do this again. You will not get a repeat of my generosity. I advise planning ahead. And for advice, the Golden Rooms B and B has excellent service and doesn’t sweat the little things like an accident. It’s rooms live up to the name if you catch my drift.” A massive wink from Scot as he rolled up the window and started to pull away left us blown away, gaping after him in the street. “Did he….” stammered Samantha. “Did he?” “Well. Watersports is more mainstream than people might think. It certainly sound like he speaks from experience.” We gazed into each other’s eyes again. “Shall we?” “Yes. I’m fucking freezing now” “So I can see” At my reply she rubbed her own breasts, giving her hard nipples a squeeze between her fingers. Moaning slightly, it was clear that the night was hopefully just getting started. She jumped past me suddenly with a jumpy energy, skipping up the stairs leading up to the door of her house. Keys quickly in hand she pulled open the door and turned to me. As I followed her up she bowed me into the hallway. The stairs led to the second floor before me and an open door to the right led to the living room. Down the hall was the kitchen. The lights were all off and the house silent confirming that we had the place to ourselves. A wall clock showed it wasn’t even half past ten. After shutting and locking the door behind me she spoke up. “So…. I need a little wee again. I guess you do too?” I nodded at her questing. A slightly forced cheeky grin lit up her face. “Sooooo. In that case I have a proposal. In town I may have soaked your top just a little bit. How about you return the favour? I’m a little afraid that my poor white shirt won’t hid anything once it gets wet but it seems fair to me.” I groaned at the mental image that conjured up. He dark red bra suddenly on show under the shear wet top. Her tight stomach, hot pee running down it, down her hips and thighs. I was already hard in my jeans. She easily saw the bulge. Hesitating only slightly she continued “That’s clearly a yes then. Come on. Shower. The cubicle is huge. More than enough room for two. I have some nice thick towels on the heated rack and the heating on in my room. A nice double bed. That already has a waterproof mattress protector. And a supply of…” She turned bright red again and looked down, suddenly unable to contain the uneasiness that had been building since our exit of the car. “Condoms” she whispered. I smiled and pulled her into another hug. We kissed for the first time since the church. It went on for a long time. Eventually we parted. “Sam,” I started gently. “We don’t need to rush this. I feel nervous already and it’s not my first time. It’s defiantly the first time I’ve felt like this though and I want it to be perfect for us both. If you want to slow things down, especially after what happened in town, especially as we’re both still a little drunk I totally understand. Even if we just end up having a kiss and a cuddle and I head out for now or we settle down into bed to sleep without going any further. I get it. I want this to be special for you. For you not to regret this in any way. Even as I spoke, I could see her tear up. As I continued, she leaned into another embrace. Another sniffle came from my chest. For a few minutes we stood like that. One arm wrapped around her back, the other stroking her hair. Her head resting on my chest, arms around my waist. Suddenly her arms tightened around me. “If I want to have a shower on my own and get into my jammies, can I lend you some shorts and you can sleep with me in the bed? I’ll throw your clothes in the washer/drier before we do. I just want…. Just want this to be right. I want this but….” I hugged her tighter as I answered “Of course. I’d love to spend the night. And I’m totally ok with that plan. If you throw me a towel and your wet clothes, I can figure out the washing machine and get it running while you shower. I’ll join you when I’m showered up as well. We can snuggle. I’d like that.” When I finished speaking she looked up at me. As I was expecting there were tears running down her cheeks. She smiled up to me and despite the tears her beauty once again took my breath. “Thank you. Thank you. I’ll go and get everything sorted. I’ll put my stuff in a basket and leave it outside with a towel. The washing powder is under the sink. I….” She leaned into another hug. “Thank you.” Three quarters of an hour later, clean and dry from the shower and in a pair of borrowed purple sleeping shorts I quietly knocked on her bedroom door. At her muffled invitation, I slipped into the room. A small lamp on the bedside table was the only light source. She was lying in her double bed under a thin looking duvet. Simple light blue bedding looked soft and inviting. All that was visible of Sam was her face framed by her beautiful hair spread over the pillows. Her fingers clutched at the duvet. I saw her shuffle slightly and the covers raised. Underneath, Sam was dressed in simple white satin pyjamas. They clung to her curves and for a second or two my passion flared. She was more beautiful than ever in that moment. The simple white fabric accenting her smooth, pale skin and her black hair. The space she left was inviting. I crossed over to the bed. Her eyes went wide at the bulge in my shorts from the overall effect of her beauty but she never said anything and I made no effort to drive the moment to anything further. I simply slid down beside her and let the covers flop over me. She pulled me against her and wrapped her limbs around my body but there was nothing sexual about it, even as we ourselves pressed against each other in the most exciting way. She seemed to melt into me and sighed as the tension of the whole night seemed to leave her. After a while I rolled over slightly and turned off the light. She rolled over as well, facing away from me and letting me wrap her up this time. Slowly, her breathing steadied and a could tell she was drifting off. I wasn’t far behind, smiling as I considered everything that had happened that day, taking in the sent of her, feeling her warmth against me. As I drifted into oblivion, I knew one thing. I was in love. This was something truly special. Part 3.5 - The Morning After I was drifting in a fluffy cloud, flying lightly along. Warm, calm contented. Apart from a niggly little itch. On my side. But it wasn’t an itch. It was a tickle. And it was getting worse. Suddenly I snapped awake as the tickle turned to a pinch. “Whazzzt!” I mumbled, not quite sure where I was for a second. Then, as I heard the giggle from the warm body hugging tight to me it all came back. Sam’s hands moved away from my side where she had managed to tweak me into consciousness. A weak light poked between the curtains of the rooms window. “Hey baby” she whispered breathily. “I thought you would sleep all morning.” “Hmmm? What time is it?” “Just gone seven. We need to be up at the school by nine. It takes ten minutes to walk up the hill.” She snuggled tight against me. Her breasts rubbing against my chest with only a thin layer of satin separating our skin. Her leg slid up between mine, thigh rubbing against my steadily hardening manhood. I moaned as the contact sent an electric shiver up my spine. “I feel much better this morning. No hang over. No sore head or upset tummy. No hesitations.” The last was said with another tight squeeze and a look direct into my eyes. I could see it as well. Passion and determination filled her eyes. Then they narrowed as an impish look took over her face. “I do have a very full bladder though.” Fully awake now, in more ways than one, I grinned at her. “Oh really. Hmmm. What do I do with that information. I suppose I should add that my own state is very similar. Morning pee and all that. I guess we have two choices. We get up and deal with that in the utterly boring normal way…” I trailed off and Sam grinned at me. “Option two would be” she asked as she asked as she ran a single finger through my meagre chest hair, having pulled back a little bit. Her erect nipples were as proud and obvious as my own erection. She had a nervous energy about her again but I could tell that, so far, she was ready to see where this would go. I knew one thing. She was in the driver seat. What I said last night still stood. “Well.” I pretended to consider the options for a few seconds. “I guess, seeing as there is only one loo, and we’d have to clamber all over each other to try and run to see who gets in first, and I doubt I can even stand up without at least leaking a little, maybe it would just be best if we snuggled here and let things take their course?” “Hmmm” she murmured. “I don’t like the idea of fighting and climbing all over you. However….” With a swift movement she writhed beside me and was suddenly on top of me. Her weight settled over my hips and her hands were on my chest pinning me on the bed. She was sat directly on my crotch and I could feel her rubbing against me. The cotton of the shorts I was wearing rubbed against me driving me to even higher passion. I pushed my hips up against her even as she ground against me. She leaned down and kissed me hard. After a few seconds I let my hands again wander in search of her breasts. She moaned, the vibration reverberating through my mouth even as our tongues danced over each other. After a few more minutes I felt her stiffen on top of me and a warm wetness flood me. The heat of it was accompanied by a loud hissing as she ground against me and deliberately emptied her bladder over me. Within seconds her pyjama bottoms and my shorts were saturated. Her hot pee ran up my hips and stomach as I pushed up into her. Beneath me I could feel the hot pool spreading. It felt electric against my skin and I could barely make a coherent sound as I shot a load into my shorts. On top of me, between the grinding, my playing with her breasts over he satin top, between the passion of our kiss, I could feel her tense against my body and start to shake as her own orgasm overtook her. Even as she continued to pee all over her pyjamas, her bed and me, she pulled out of the kiss with a scream and buried her hed into my shoulder. On my chest, her hands gripped me and I felt her teeth bite into my flesh as she struggled to contain the pleasure flowing through her body. Like the pain from her nails last night, it was the final straw. I lost myself in the moment, waves of pleasure rocking my body, just as the waves of her hot pee washed over me. Eventually we were both spent. She finally flopped down onto my chest. After an undefinable amount of time I came to my senses. On top of me was the most beautiful woman in the world in a post orgasmic haze. Beneath me was a veritable lake of pee. The water proof mattress cover was doing us proud. The sheet was saturated and the covers had been thrown off in the excitement. My bum was in a literal puddle were our combined weight pushed us down. Lovely. Looking at Samantha, she was still breathing hard. Her body flushed and, in all honestly, giving of the kind of glow that had to be felt rather than seen. She managed to look me in the eye. “Holy fuck” she managed to gasp out. “I. I. Holy fuck. Stuart. That was. Holy fuck.” “Samantha” I replied. “I want you so much right now. I can’t even describe it. Please. If you want this to happen say now. If you want this to stop say now because honestly, I’m losing it. I’m… God I love you. I’m not saying this to make you say yes. I’m… I’m not sure why I’m saying this except as literal truth. I love you, I want you. God Samantha. I love you.” Above me, even as I spoke, I saw he eye widen, then tear up as I poured out my heart to her. As I finished she practically screamed my name and threw herself down in a tight embrace. Our kiss was, hands down, the most passionate yet. Her hands were down my body now. Beneath the raw wet heat of her and feeling her touch I was becoming hard again. It had been only minutes but it didn’t matter. My own hands resumed their exploration of her breasts, pulling the buttons of her top open as fast as I could, As her perfect B cup breasts spilled out I groaned again in pleasure. Seeing them bared for the first time was captivating. The small dark nipples stood proud on the impossibly perky mounds of her breasts. As my hands and then tongue explored them she writhed over me. My left hand traced from her breast down her now bare stomach. It hit the top of her satin pyjama bottoms, still remarkably dry. I rubbed against the waist band a few times, allowing a figure or two to slip under. After no response than a subtle nod I slid my hand down further. Under the dark stain of her pee-soaked crotch I felt her hair as my fingers explored her body. My fingers ran through silky soft strands before I cupped her and felt the heat of her pussy. My index finger slid effortlessly between the slick wetness of her lips. Her gasp drove me on as the ring finger joined the first. The first slowly slid into her, and I could feel her tighten around my figure as she squirmed in pleasure. She allowed her body to drop down beside mine and I followed her movement. My hand, gently pulled out from her pyjamas and now, lying next to her, I swiftly fumbled to pulled down my shorts. After a brief struggle I managed to kick them clear. Now naked beside her, her top open, letting me take in the beautiful sight of her, I paused. Her eyes were wide again as she took in the sight of my own body, my erection standing proud between us. I sat up next to her, coming to my knees by her hips. My hands found her hips and I gently gripped the waist band of her bottoms. I looked her in the eyes and, after a single breathy yes, started to slide them down her body. She bounced and shuffled her weight around until they were sliding down her thighs. Her legs rose in the air to allow me to slowly pull them down the smooth skin. My hands were actually gripping her legs and letting the wet satin ride above them. As I reached her feet, I let the pyjama bottoms fall away but kept my hands on her. They started a slow journey back down her legs but this time gently rode over the front of them, letting my fingers dip in between. As I approached her thighs she was gasping in pleasure and squirming beneath me. There was no resistance as I separated her legs, shuffling my body to allow them to drop either side of me. I paused here though. I drank in the sight of her naked body. Her passion and willingness was palpable. She was practically pulling me into her, her legs snaking around my hips. I was barely in control as her body almost thrashed beneath me. I barely managed to gasp out condom to her before she froze for a second. Before I could even suck in a laboured breath she was writhing to grab at the bedside cabinet. She pulled open the drawer so hard it slammed against the stops and grabbed at its contents. A few packets practically flew at me as she tried to get them to me. It took me seconds to pull one open. If there is a land speed record for donning protection I recon I owned it. It seemed like seconds until I had it on and she was practically mewing at me as I sunk down and positioned myself. I let her grab me as she took charge. First my tip was rubbing between her lips before she tightened her legs around me and started to pull me in. One of her hands was gripping mine and the other was holding my hip. I slide into her and I could see her suck in a deep breath. I held my position as I stared down at her. Her eyes were closed and her forehead bathed in sweat. I could see her grimace slightly even as I slid into her. Her eyes opened and she looked right at me before nodding. I slide into her full length now and another gasp, this time of pain, escaped her as her hand clasping mine tightened to breaking point. The other simply clawed at my body. The pain I felt was a pale reflection of hers though and for the longest time I simply held my body still letting her slowly relax beneath me. After a while I slowly started to move. As she moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain I moved fast and faster. I knew I was on borrowed time. As her body gripped mine, I could already feel my orgasm start to build. From my own moans and barely coherent gasps of her name, Samantha could tell I was close. She was clawing at my back now with her free hand, her left still clutching mine. My own free hand was to her right supporting my weight as I leant over her. I continued to move faster and faster. As I started to gasp for breath, I realised I was cumming as every muscle in my body seamed to tighten at once. I could feel Samantha tighten against me as her orgasm started to grip her. It felt like she was sucking me in further and further into a well of pleasure. I don’t know which of us was crying out the loudest. I was on top of her now, unable to hold myself up as my vision blurred. Beneath me she was convulsing. Waves of pleasure wracked us both as we spent every inch of ourselves. There was nothing between us. Both of us had given everything we had at that point. I rolled to her side, gently pulling out of her body. We embraced tightly, barely conscious of what was happening. I could hear her moaning my name even as I realised I had been gasping hers for some time. We held each other in a tight embrace as we let the shear explosiveness of what had just happened ware off. We both panted slowly as we stared into each other’s eyes, slowly I closed in for a kiss. ____________________________________________________________
  6. RNSL81

    Story of a woman's awakening

    Thanks everyone. I'm happy to know people like my work. Between life and work, time is limited but it important to me that I work on this story. I hope to have the next chapter or two finished soon. may include (and will by the end), female wetting, male wetting, messing (both), sex, bed wetting and diapers. I hope you all enjoy. Any feed back or suggestions are welcome.
  7. It was. If she had beat me, I WOULD have wet myself. Lets face it, not an unusual thing for me to do, but not in such an inescapable space. One highly public and obvious wetting was enough for now. I did feel sorry for her but god damn it was awesome. I was rock hard for most of the rest of the flight after she walked past me back to her seat. Had to use my kindle to hide that fact from the stewards when she came round. Given her looks earlier I have always wondered if she would have been surprised at my reaction though. I also bet they see a lot of wettings when the flight is rough and the belt sign is on.
  8. RNSL81

    Re-wetting outdoors in the sun (pictures)

    Beautiful. Love the wet tights under the wet shorts. Bet it felt fantastic to let go like that.
  9. This happened a few months back. I regularly fly Bristol to Edinburgh . It's always the last flight of the night and often full of drunken hen/stag parties. Edinburgh is a cool place to go out i guess. This particular evening, the flight was delayed by a good three hours (nothing unusual there). That meant a whole plane load of people sat with not much to do but drink at the bar. I admit, I had more than usual. A good 7 pints. And my seal was well and truly broken. I was peeing every 30-35 minutes. Nor was I alone in this. A hen party, typical in it's loudness and pink tee shirts were keeping a constant stream up of increasingly drunk women to the bar and to the toilets. Eventually though they called our flight. Everyone cheered and headed to the gate. My normal habit at this point is for one last trip to the loo. I know they call it typically 30-45 minutes before you even get on the plane. It might be 60-90 minutes before you can go again. I didn't think of that this time. I had gone to the loo only 15 min before so was convinced I was ok. As we stood around the departure gate the first thing I noticed was that our plane hadn't even landed from its previous flight. In fact it could be seen out the window on final approach. The second thing was the lack of a toilet. Which i knew about but somehow forgot. 7 Pints. At first it wasn't a problem but I could defiantly feel the need. A steady growing in pressure. Not too fussed i thought, I'm a big boy, I can handle this. By the time the previous flight had departed and the plane had been turned around I was at the dancing stage. A very slow shuffle, not quite holding myself but not far off. Around me were people in a similar plight. Especially the Hen party. There was about 12 of them in total, most in jeans and the hen shirts. They were a bit ahead of me in the mass of people but several of them could be heard complaining loudly. The wait, the lack off loos, the lack of a bar, the lack of loos, the slowness of the stewardesses, the lack of loos etc. Despite my own desperate and growing need, I was getting interested. A bit of dancing and a particularly attractive 30 something blond holding herself over her jeans gyrating on the spot. Finally the doors opened though and we spilled out into the night to board. The cold night. Hit me like a rock and I could tell several others were the same. We piled onto the plane, the stewardesses herding us to our seats as fast as they could. I was near the front and in the row ahead of the hen party. Including the desperate blond. As we settled in I was more desperate than ever. The seat next to me was free (I was on the isle) so I was able to grab and hold myself without being too obvious but I was truly desperate. Thoughts of a fateful festival wetting were dancing in my head. I was sure I was about to humiliate myself. As we taxied and the stewardess was delivering the safety demonstration I was locked into a thousand yard state and slow deep breaths trying not to go. I did see her notice my situation and I'm sure I got a sympathetic smile. Behind me I could hear the blonds friends whispering encouragement and telling her to keep holding. We took off, the bumpy runway doing nothing for my need. Got to cruise height. The stewardesses were up preparing the service now. I was simply staring at the seat-belt sign as if willpower alone would make it go out. Then it happened. The ding rang though the cabin as it went out. Behind me I could hear the blond gasp in relief but she was too slow. I was up and moving before she even had her belt off. It wasn't without cost. I was stating to leak a bit now. In-between the waves of pressure, every slight easing causing a dribble. My pants were going to be wet, but my jeans still felt dry. I hobbled, looking like some desperate toddler, right to the front. The sympathetic stewardess saw me coming and stood aside as i practically jumped into the single toilet in the fwd end of the cabin. I could hear and see the blond groan in displeasure as I shut the door in her face. As I was facing the door and away from the toilet I simply pulled my jeans and pants down, sat and burst. God, did it feel good. Even I I peed I was checking my pants. The groin area was wet but not saturated. When I finally finished (to the sound of the blond knocking none stop) i quickly dried my crotch area of my leaks and pulled up my cloths. A quick check confirmed my jeans were dry. A few seconds to wash my hands and flush. Even as I unlocked the door it was practically ripped out of my hands. I shuffled out and the blond shuffled in. There it was. A dark wet patch around her crotch and, as she pushed past me, her bum. And it was growing. Streaks down her legs to he knees before the door slammed shut. After a few seconds her moan of release was heard over the distinct sound of a bladder in full release. Embarrassed, I looked at the stewardess who shrugged at me. I guess she sees all sorts in that job. I felt sorry for the poor woman but I was just glad I hadn't wet myself on a crowded plane. I made it back to my seat (several of the blonds friends glaring at me for stealing the loo first). When she returned a few moments later the blond was clearly mortified. It looks like she hadn't actually made it at all. The wet streaks were to mid calf and her entire ass was soaked. Most likely she simply sat on the loo and peed in her jeans. She was followed to her seat by a few mutters and comments but it was her friends that were the worst. Several laughed at her even as they were jumping up desperately to go themselves. The one sat beside her commented loud enough for several to hear that she shouldn't drink if she couldn't handle it. To the blonds credit, she countered with something along the lines of, "not my first time, probably not my last. And given her friends track record for accidents, was she expecting to make the end of the hen weekend dry" that did shut her and her friends up. I was glad of that at least as I couldn't help but feel a little responsible for her wet state. Even, as I absolutely. Loved. Every. Second. Off it.
  10. RNSL81

    Story of a woman's awakening

    Part two. This is just wetting. Results of a first, fantastic date. Now moving far more into fiction. My memory of Kirkwall and the event's have been blurred by many, many moons. I know we ate in a Chinese but I don't think it was up stairs? As my memory is faulty and the story is verging heavily into "made up" I have taken liberties in the layout of the city and it's places. Sorry to any locals looking for authenticity. Hope people like my writing and constructive criticism or feedback is appreciated. Enjoy Part two. Catch up. As Samantha and I sat opposite each other in Kirkwall’s best Chinese restaurant my mind cast back over the day’s events. After our exciting discovery of what we now shared between us, everything was a bit of a blur. After Sam skipped into the shower to clean up I had used the available hose to wash out her suit (not at all bothered by the fact it was full of her pee) and rinsed her clothes out for her before popping into the woman's side of the toilets to leave them hanging to dry. I couldn't help but draw deeply on the aroma of her long johns before washing them out though. The slightly sharp sent of her pee mixed with its own and the seas salty tang made me instantly hard again. As she washed her body in private I washed my own, first rinsing the outside of my suit then stripping if off with practiced speed to hang next to hers outside. Jumping into the gents I took care of my own "leak" and rearranged my clothing just as she came out of the shower unit, now dressed in loose black trousers and plain dark blue polo shirt. After chucking her diving cloths into a bin bag to join her underwear, we grabbed the suits and walked back to join the others. Sorting our gear out and sitting around waiting for the last dive of the day to end had been agony. Stealing glances at each other we had sat apart, chatting to the others about nothing in particular. No one mentioned our behaviour from before or her unusual change in cloths. And no one seemed to sense any change between us. When everyone was up and back we completed the daily ritual of loading the van and piling into the mini bus for the drive back to the dive unit in Stromness. Charging bottles and cleaning and sorting all the gear took another hour before we got the nod to head off to do what we wanted. Normally this would be a swift dive into our hostel where I and the other lads stayed for the five weeks and Sam back to her rented room in the house of a relative of Rob the instructors. A swift dinner of super noodles and chicken would normally prelude hitting the local (and only) pub for 8-10 pints of Guinness. Not tonight though. I wave off the others claiming I wasn’t feeling 100% and showered and changed into something more decent than the days dive rig, our normal fare for the pub . Stromness is a diving town. It was usual to not bother changing. Instead, a fresh pair of plain black briefs over a pair of black jeans and a light gray polo. Something I could "play catchup" in and still be responsibly discreet in, as I felt my own "not in public" rule to deliberate wettings was about to be broken. As the others poured out of the hostel I left and walked up the street to Sam's house, catching her as she stepped outside, right on time. She had changed again, now dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. She spun to my appreciative wolf whistle to show off how the jeans clung to her every curve. Her long hair pulled into a ponytail reaching down to just above the small of her back. We came together for a quick embrace, a quick kiss that seemed much more nervous than our exchange earlier in the day. We walked further down the street quite shy around each other as we went searching for the town’s only taxI service to take us into the big city of Kirkwall. A 20 minute ride and we soon settled into our seats upstairs overlooking the cathedral in the centre of town. "So," she asked after our drinks of lager and chilled water had arrived. "This whole "accident" thing. Not your first time then?" I swallowed a gulp of beer nervously. I had decided not to hold back because if this could work, I was going for it. "Well. I told you about my two accidents previous". She nodded her remembrance. "They were both genuine accidents but neither accident was my first. I stumbled across watersports in high school after seeing one of the girls there wet herself deliberately to get out of a class. I remember feeling so turned on by watching her do it and I couldn't understand it. Everyone else was disgusted by what she did but not me. I looked it up on the internet. It’s called oromoroshi. Japanese. Basically, a love or fetish for getting desperate or seeing others that way and having accidents. It just turned me on and I can't explain how or why but it does. I tried it at home and was hooked" I looked up to see her staring into my eyes as I spoke. "I never would have wanted you to have an accident like today but I admit, I found the whole thing hot. God knows why it turns me on but......there you go. The pooping thing kind of followed on logically from that and again the internet showed me that that was its own subset of the whole scat scene which actually freaks me out a little. Having an accident, deliberate or not is one thing, but if it leaves the pants for anything other than being dumped then I'm out." Sam nodded as she followed what I was saying, glancing around quickly to see if anyone could be listening. "I think I understand. I admit that going when your desperate, I mean so desperate your dancing around like a loon does feel amazing sometimes. I just never considered the idea of just letting it happen an option. When I finally did pee today on the boat all I could think was "holy shit this feels sooo good". As mortified as I was it felt so...fantastic letting go like that. The heat and wetness spreading through the layers. It was indescribable. Even pooping myself. Feeling it slide out slowly, tenting my pants until I had to push to get it out. Feeling it smoosh into a ball under me, spreading out slightly. The new heat of it against my skin. Doing it in front of you was killing me. I was mortified. "What must he think, good god everything is ruined" but when you held me and told me it was alright it was all too much. The sensations I was feeling and everything. I was embarrassed to cry on you like that but it was so overwhelming." Sam sat back in her seat taking a gulp of her beer then the ice water. "All I could think when I finally got myself together was that I must have misunderstood you, that you had to be disgusted by what I did. When you told me about your own accidents, that you were far from bothered by what I'd done, I was ecstatic." She flashed me that killer grin of hers again. "I hope you appreciated what came next" I sat back and sighed at her. "To fucking right I did. I had my own little accident to clean up after as well. You weren't alone in your orgasm." "Shhhhh" she hissed looking around again. No one was close and the light background music hid our conversation. She looked back. "That was.....ok, that was....." Flustered and blushing deep red she glared at me. She gulped a big mouthful of beer again then took a deep breath to calm herself. "That was something else. Doing... It, on my own, I have never had two orgasms or any orgasm like that. I couldn't believe it. I even wet myself again and I thought I was empty. Completely. If that’s what oromoroshi can do to me then...damn." She glanced up, eyes shining again. "Or maybe it was you. Like I said, I've been crushing on you since we met last year for the intro dives back at uni. You were so much cooler than the others. Their all so obvious and oblivious at the same time. Sniffing around. You were all shy and mysterious and..... dignified. I liked that. I liked you." She reached out and we joined hands across the table. "I'm serious" she continued, almost whispering. "My first time. I want it to be you. If you'll have a wet messy accident-prone girl like me." She looked away, eyes wet now from the tears threatening to spill over, raw emotion plain on her face. I reached out to cup her face with my hand and dragged her back up to look at me before leaning in for a long, deep kiss. "I would be honoured to be you first" I replied to her question as we broke apart. She blushed again. "I take it from your statement that today's activities were not a one off then?" A smirk was my answer. "I guess we can see how the beer affects me. After a few I always break the seal far too early". We laughed at her statement and before we could continue a waiter appeared with our starters. As we ate and drank our fill, conversation turned to other things. Music and movies were the main topics but we also discussed our mutual love of gaming, arguing playfully over what was best. Final fantasy or zelda. Sonic or Mario for the old school in us. Eventually, after an excellent meal two jugs of water and four pints of asakI each we payed our bill, Sam refusing to let me cover it saying that her family was loaded where I was usually skint, working two jobs in Edinburgh to pay my way. I was l little miffed but she said that our relationship was going to be....unconventional enough so why stick to normal roles. I relented enough to let her pay half. We then wandered out into town to explore the darkening night and see where it could take us. The weather started to cool as we wandered around, eventually dipping into a small old fashioned pub thanks to the music drifting out its door. The Pouges featured heavily on the playlist as we sat with fresh drinks between us at a little table near the back, exploring our knowledge of books. The smoky atmosphere not really bothering us as the clientele of older men and woman, obviously locals and not the tourists who were usually thick on the ground in town sat around us unwinding from the day. After a spirited discussion of the works of Sir Terry Pratchett I stared to recognise the signs. Her legs started to rub together and her conversation slowly died to nothing. A few knowing glances between us were confirmed with a nod and a smile. She was filling up rapidly. I got another round of drinks eager for the start of the entertainment. I could feel my own bladder start to fill as I stood at the bar but experience told me I had at least a couple of hours before I was in real trouble. I slipped in next to her, dragging my chair to sit closer so I could lean into her. Her sent filled my nostrils, the floral hint of her shampoo mingling with a light musk from her perfume. I kissed her again, emboldened by the booze and a growing sense of ease around this remarkable woman. We kissed for several minutes, our hands either linked on the table or running through each other’s hair. As we pulled apart, I nuzzled into her neck and began to whisper. "You starting to get desperate again aren't you?" My question was answered by a small nod. "Filling up. Fidgeting like a little girl. How long before I get a little dance from you?" "I don't know" was her quiet little reply, almost squeaked as I nibbled on her ear. "I need to go. It's the beer. I need to go or I'll have an accident right hear in the pub." "Hmmmm" I breathed onto her. "Poor little baby. Two pee pee accidents in one day. How naughty. Its almost like your getting turned on by the idea." "Well who's fault is that then? I was perfectly respectable before I met you." Her eye flashed at me again. "Your corrupting my innocent ways. Now, all I can think is about letting go. About the warmth spreading into my panties. Into my jeans. They won't hide a thing. Everyone will be able to see. And it will be your fault." As she said all this her squirming had continued. Our hands on the table separated as she went to hold herself. She gazed into my eyes then leaned in to whisper into my ear. "But it's far too early to start any games yet." She stood up, bouncing to her feet. "I'm off to the loo. Back in a bit" she wiggled her way out past me, pushing her breasts against my head as she passed. With another impish grin she swayed her hip on the way to the signposted toilets. As she passed, one of the local gents turned to give me a grin and a thumbs up. "I know" I thought to myself returning the gesture with a weak smile. "And you don't know the half of it mate." I sat back in my seat, adjusting myself to hide my now obvious reaction to Sam's game. When she returned she wordless nodded to me then the loos but broke into a grin at my swift shake of the head. Our conversation turned back to literature then and as the hours started to drift past to the steady march of drinks and her increasingly frequent trips to the toilet, we discussed anything we thought of. Family, hope and aspirations, favourite Pokémon even (Squirtle swiftly agreed by both. I mean come on. What else?). Through all of it, it was my turn to fill. To fidget as my bladder started to stretch. I was desperate now. I knew I had at most 30 minutes in me, probably less if we moved on. As I stared to hold myself discreetly under the table, I could see her excitement rise. Eventually as we finished our fourth pint, she again rose to her feet, this time pulling my to mine. "I want to go for a walk" she exclaimed, dragging me to the door. I followed her into the night, waving and yelling our goodbyes to the bar staff who shouted their own goodbyes. I made it into the street without hobbling like a fool but in the cold air, it hit me like a sledgehammer I felt my bladder contract and my muscles started to ache. Looking across I could see the cold having a similar effect on Sam with the added benefit of watching her nipples harden against the fabric of her shirt, now pulled in tight against her perky breasts. As we moved across the road and into a small open area of grassy parkland next to the cathedral, I felt my pee start to move. I was having to seriously squeeze myself now, gripping the end of my cock for all’s worth. Samantha looked almost as bad, one hand holding herself shamelessly but she had been to the toilet only 15 minutes before and, even accounting for the broken seal, was nowhere near as bad. As we sat on a wooden bench I felt the first pulse of my bladder, a seconds worth of flow, warming and dampening my briefs, the heat and wetness spreading into a spot the size of a £2 coin in my crotch. As I gasped loudly at the loss of control Samantha's eyes snapped to my crotch. "Did you?" She asked, her breathing shallow and harsh in the quiet night. "A little" was my curt reply. All effort was in trying to stop the impending flood. This was serious. The last time I did this I was humiliated in front of nearly a hundred strangers but now, as scared as I was of the coming accident, of being in public, of Sam realising this wasn't for her and leaving me alone and soaked on that bench I realised I had neither a choice or any real desire to stop. I leaned back, one arm around Samantha's shoulders the other now placed on my thigh. Even as my cock swelled before the pee started to lash out of me, I felt Samantha's hand replace mine. She rubbed my crotch, a sharp intake of breath at feeling the dampness followed by a squeal of delight as my thick stream of piss flooded my jeans. I could feel it hitting my pubic hair before flowing up and back down around my hips. Instantly soaking through the layers of my clothing. Running over my rapidly growing cock, the warmth enveloping my balls before flooding the seat under me and running off to the grass below. A hissing, burbling sound filled the air as it filtered through my saturated jeans, my own gasps halted as we both held our breath as I completely went to the toilet in my clothes, completely flooded myself, the bench and Sam's hand, now rubbing up my growing length through the soaked material. And still it kept coming. I knew I could hold a lot but damn. It seemed to go on for minutes. I could feel every part of my jeans were soaked now, my stream collecting on the wooden slats, dripping down the back of my legs till my socks started to feel a familiar warm wetness. It spread beside me, slowly dampening the leg and seat of Samantha's own jeans. The bottom of my shirt was even getting a drenching as I had sat partially on the back of it. My breathing finally returned to normal as the stream started to die. Both of us sat in wonder at what had happened. As Sam's hand continued its rubbing, before I even knew what was happening, I came hard, flooding my briefs with a new, slick wetness. I gasped and bent over, my free hand grabbing hers and holding it in place as I felt my cock pulse again and again. A feral groan escaped me as I sat there, completely out of control of my own body. As I came down I looked over to her shakily. The eyes that met mine where wide, shining bright in the scatter off the floodlight enveloping the nearby cathedral. She was flushed and sweaty, strands of her hair plastered damply against her forehead, the rest still in its tight ponytail. She leaned in for our most hungry, passionate kiss yet. Our lips and tongues met, her free hand, now wet with my pee ran up my chest under my polo, my own, damp now as well, groped at her through her shirt. She bit my lip wildly and I tasted blood but the pain was sharp and exciting. Without words I started to pull her onto me and she straddled me on the seat. The heat I felt as I rubbed her through her jeans, the dampness I swore I felt had nothing to do with her own impending flood. Her nipples were hard under my touch, my hand quickly finding its way into her shirt, pulling it up. A lacy dark red satin bra greeted me, panels of sheer lace showing of her dark little nipples. I hungrily leaned in to kiss them, tasting a trace of my own salty pee from my groping. As she pushed her chest into my face my other hand felt a brief wave of wetness. I pushed her back slightly, letting me gaze down to the expanding rose on her jeans. She shuddered, her breath held again as a second wave flooded out of her, her thighs now darkening rapidly. Again she stopped, holding on for all she could. I continued rubbing her, returning the her earlier favour. I lent back in to kiss the other breast, first licking the exposed skin before tonguing then biting gently on the nipple. I was rewarded with a deep moan from her and a third much longer flood. This time, as the first of her drops stared to fall on me she couldn't stop. Another moan was coupled with an increase in flow, the drops becoming a stream and for the second time that night my crotch was flooded with the warm wetness of pee as her bladder emptied it's self into her outfit, streaming noisily out of her sodden jeans to run over my stomach as she rose on her knees, flooding more of my shirt, everything I had on now drenched from below my chest. The heat spread around us and my rubbings had the desired effect. Even as she peed for all she was worth, she screamed as her orgasm swept over her, arching her back enough that I had to grab her and pull her tight to me to stop her falling off. Her nails bit into my shoulder blade where she was grabbing me, the pain playing nicely again, cutting through my own feeling of ecstasy from my duel release. As she spent herself, her muscles relaxed and, as her stream died, she flopped onto me. I once again received a face full of her breasts as she clutched at me. God I loved this woman After a minute or so of hard breathing we both sat up, stealing a gentle kiss before pulling apart. That’s when we both realised we were sitting in a small cloud of steam from the cold night and our bladder's efforts. Samantha looked at me, giggled then burst out laughing. She jumped off the bench then started to skip around in front of me as I lent back into the bench, my legs spread wide in our steaming puddle. "I knew that was hot" she laughed at me, "but I didn't realise it was smoking hot,". I groaned and then laughed at her joke. This incredible woman and her incredibly lame jokes. How had I thought she was funny? At that moment I didn't care. As she danced in her soaked jeans before me, I realised that she was as hooked on me as I was on her. To show her dorky side like this, skipping and dancing in her wetness, was probably even more a big deal than sharing said wetting and orgasm. I stood up and pulled her into a deep kiss as I once again reflected how lucky I was, and how much I was going to enjoy the last half of this diving course. __________________________________________________________ I haven't written it yet but I am planning at least 5 or 6 more parts to this story, as the relationship continues to grow and as we continue to explore ourselves and our mutual fetish. If people want, I can release updates with and without any further messing. There won't be much, but it will be there. Let me know i guess.
  11. This is a story I have written based very loosely on real events and real people. Names have been changed (obviously) and most of it is pulled out of my own imagination. Not all of it though. Hope you enjoy. Its also my first story so any constructive feedback is appreciated to help me find my writing style. This story contains female wetting and messing. If there is any demand, I might release a version without the messing. It's not full on scat though. You have been warned. Part 1. The start of something beautiful. It was a glorious day when it happened. I was on a diving course, 11 guys and one girl learning to be commercial scuba divers through Herriot Watt University. 12 students in Orkney pissing up at night and diving all day. Naturally everyone gave Samantha a ridiculous amount of attention, all accept my own introverted self. Imagine my surprise at being buddied with her by the instructors. Lucky or what? And she was beautiful. Long raven black hair, mischievous brown eyes, full lips capable of the cutest little pout or the wickedest grin. And the body. At my 1.8 meters she stood as tall as my nose. Slight, tight little body, smallish breasts, legs showing off her runners physique and an ass that would give Kylie Minogue a run for her money. At 22 she was perfect. And normally I couldn't get near her. With all the others sniffing round, not to mention the instructors and the locals in Stromness where we were staying, I never stood a chance. Then the last week of May I got paired with her out of this blue. My previous buddy with hers. On the Wednesday it happened it was a normal day at the beach, week 3 of the five week course. Weather was dry and warm, or at least as warm as May got in Orkney. I had chatted more with her in three days than the time previous. I'd found out that she had a large family, was from the south of England and preferred metal music much like my own tastes. She was single and concentrating on the course then her final year at university. And she was fucking perfect. Stunning, funny, smart...... I was in love, no doubt about it. We were dressed in our usual rig for drysuit diving. Both in thermals, sweats and tee-shirts. Neither of us looked our best, hair and cloths damp and plastered all over after the first dive of the day. We were relaxing near the minibus having a light lunch waiting the hour or so before our next dive. As we lounged I could see her glance off to the small building at the end of the field we were currently in that contained the toilets we could use. I had learned (as I tend to note these things) that she would be visiting as soon as we were finished eating. She wasn't dancing yet but wasn't far off. We chatted, not about anything in particular but just generic chat designed to pass time. The kind of small talk that normally I hated. Like I said. Introvert. My other dive partner had learned to just let me eat and sit in quiet until we were ready to go in the water again. Not Sam though. She always wanted to talk. We finished our lunch and I expected her to shoot off for a visit to the lady's room but, as the conversation had turned to movies (a passion of mine) I had become more "animated" (as she later put it) so she decided to hold off. She was starting to fidget now but we still had 45 or so minutes. Or so we thought. A shout startled us from our talk about the merits of Indy 3 over 1. The radio had gone off. The boat was on the way back. The current two pairs had been kicked out the water by the lead instructor, Alex. They were coming in and he was pissed. Get ready, we are diving immediately. I saw a look of panic flash across Sam's face. She glanced to the toilets then back to me. "Do you think I have time?" she asked. I frowned. Glancing to sea I could see the rib already bouncing across the waves. "Maybe if you hurry?" She smiled gratefully (what a smile) and went to run off "Oy! You two get down the beach now, Al is coming in and sounds displeased". Robby, another instructor scuppered all her hopes with a single yell. She gave the toilets a longing stare then joined me in jogging to the beach. As the rib pulled up we lined up with the other students as Alex jumped out the boat and stormed up the beach. Que a 10 minute rant about standards, care and attention, awareness and anything else that popped into his head. Threats for 24 hr dive bans for all on top of the bans he handed out on the way in. All over the class idiot (my ex dive buddy) who had wily coyoted into the bottom trying a rapid decent. And though all of it Sam continued to squirm and fidget more and more. Nothing major yet, little flexes like she started to hold herself, a slow foot tap, a slight bead of sweat. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed but I saw the signs. When he finished his rant he glared at us. "Get your stuff and be geared up in 5”. I watched her face drop. No time to do anything. Not even to go behind the van and "pop a squat". She was in trouble now. In silence we jogged back to our spot, all our gear laid out. She eyed our suits. "Stu, I need to go to the loo. Please. I’m desperate." She was pleading with me. I glanced around. Fuck it. For her I could take another bollicking for being a few minutes late. "Quick, go behind the van, I can keep watch" I replied. "I can't!" She a hissed at me. She saw the confusion and hurt in my face. "Sorry, but I need more that a pee. I can't. Not hear. Help me please." "Ok. Run to the loo. I will tell Al we will be late. He can't ban all his dive teams for the day. Just hurry" "Thank you" she gushed as she turned to run off. "Oy! You two. Clock is ticking." She spun on the spot "Fuck you Rob" she cursed while looking around for some miraculous third option. "Just go" I said but she just smiled weakly as she grabbed her suit. "You know what he's like. He can and will ban all his teams and fuck us. Our own fault. Don't worry, I think I will be ok. After all, I'm an honour student. We don't have accidents. Come on. Its not that bad. A quick 30 min under then that’s us for the day." In silence we rigged up. Suit on, zipped up, set and weights strapped in place, hood, mask, the whole nine yards. As we walked down carrying fins and gloves, I could see the sweat on her head that had nothing to do with the gear. Waving to the other team ready to go we pushed through the surf to the boat. As we climbed in I could see her tense up. She saw my worried glance and shook her head slightly. Her breathing slowed as she concentrated on maintaining her poise and dignity. The ride out was the worst. Alex wasn't going slow as we bounced across the rising tide to the 21m marker bouy. Even I felt the jolts in my half empty bladder. As I looked up against the spray I saw her holding her breath, eyes screwed shut. As we slowed to the spot she started gasping. Her eyes flew open and she startled as she reached out and grabbed my arm. I saw a small tear roll down her cheek as she grimaced. She was starting to loose control. "Go" was the single barked command from Alex so we donned mask, gloves and fin before slipping into the water. We didn't hang around. A single fast decent to 21 meters, eyes glued to our gauges, gripping on to our survey gear to carry out a static photography survey of the bottom. I have to hand it to Sam. If it had been me I wouldn't have been anywhere near as co-ordinated. At the bottom we came to a perfect rest 1 meter off the bottom. In the distance was the slowly settling cloud of silt from the first team who incurred Alex's wrath for not being as slick at depth control. The second team was already swimming off, Alex in tow for their navigation exercise. We were alone for now. I grabbed my slate and pencil "You ok?" I wrote. She gave me the thumbs up signal signifying no problem. Not what I meant. We had already exchanged the standard check signals post decent. I pointed to my slate again. I could see her look at me across the half meter gap between us. "Lets get on with it" was her scribbled reply. I searched her eyes through our masks trying to tell but nothing. I shrugged and readied the gear. Fastest survey ever. 15 minutes we were done even with a few pauses by Sam. We finished and immediately ascended to the surface throwing our loose gear into the rib. As we clung on to the side, I whispered to her. "How you doing?" "I don't know. I think I might have peed a little. It might be the suit." Wishful thinking. I know her suit. Leaks at the wrists and left calf. Nothing crotch or thighs. "Don't worry about it." I whispered back. "10 min we will be back in. The other team should be up soon. Let’s climb in." She glanced at me with a smile that was difficult to figure out the emotion behind it. Then I realised. There was no way she would be able to climb into the rib without loosing control. "Uh... Just wait." I said sheepishly. I pulled myself in. Once in I gestured for her to pass me her set and belt. She slipped out of it and gratefully passed it to me. After pulling it in to the amused stare of Ian (todays boat driver) I offered my hands to her. With no gear or weights she was easy to pull up high enough that she could sit outboard of the boat and swing her legs in. Even that cost her. As Ian looked back to the expected surface point of team 2 I saw her drop to her knees, grabbing herself with both hands. She looked up to me with a look of such anguish that I nearly cracked right there. I dropped down next to her and put an arm around her. "Just a little bit longer. Those idiots will be up any minute. Bang into shore then you can go to the loos. Don't worry bout your gear. I've got it." "Thanks" she said through gritted teeth. Eyes screwed up she was breathing hard now, still clutching with both hands. She tried to straighten up, tried to slow her breathing but I could tell it was getting past the point of control. Embarrassed for her I stood up and joined Ian in looking out for team 2, giving her some of the privacy to regain control she must have so desperately wanted. After a few minutes they surfaced about 150m from the boat. Ian grinned and gunned the engine into lift. The rib vibrated as he set off, the sudden acceleration taking its toll judging from the gasp behind me. By the time we got to the three forms bobbing in the waves Sam had regained composure. Sitting on her heel on the back bench of the rib she was a picture of calm. Her red eyes explained by the saltwater that had us all a little bloodshot. Wet hair plastered down one side of her flushed face. A slightly sad smile on her lips. Her beauty really struck me then. God, even almost past the point of no return she managed to look hotter than hell. I joined in helping pull the team in then sat between them and Sam. As we drove for the shore (more sedately than the rollercoaster ride out) she leaned against my back, resting her forehead between my shoulder blades. Over the twin engines and the sound of wind and surf I heard her speak. "Thanks" was all she could say. After we pulled up, everyone piled out but us. Gear was pulled out around us and Ian gave us a look but I waved him off as they all disappeared up to the field. Behind me Sam stirred "Sorry about this Stuart." She whispered. As she stood up it seemed like she was going to try one last attempt to hold on but she was defeated. With a single sob she stood tall and finally her grip on her bladder broke. Even through the suit I could hear the hissing as she let go. Her face flushed red as she once again screwed her eyes shut. After about 10-15 seconds I saw her relax and the expression changed to one of bliss as the hissing increased. For an eternity I looked at her as she wet herself. I could imagine the hot pee jetting out of her, soaking panties, long johns and joggers to pool in the feet of her suit. I couldn't look away if you paid me. The bliss on her face was perfect, right down to the slight bite on her lip. When she finally stopped we stood for another minute lost in our own world. Then her eyes flew open. She grabbed at me. "Help me get to shore. Now" she commanded "Ok, grab your set and I'll......" "No" she cut me off. "I told you... I need more than a pee" she finished in a quiet little voice. Oh. Yeh. "Ummm, ok. Here". I jumped out the boat, our gear forgotten. I offered my hand and helped her up the beach and to the entrance of the field. 150 or so meters was the loo block (and a single lockable shower) and her salvation from complete humiliation. We slowly made our way up the dirt track, past all the others now relaxing before group 3s final dive, past the vans. As we passed our spot she barked "bag" and I grabbed her bag with its change of clothes. We carried on to the small brick building before us but it was too late. As we rounded the side to the entrance (thankfully now shielded from view) she stopped dead. Stiffening up, the grip on my arm tightened up to beyond painfully. Even through my drysuit I could feel her nails dig in as the last bit of control left her. She gasped and doubled over. She was now clutching at her ass with her free hand, thrust between her legs. She groaned and went red in the face. At this point I wasn't even sure if she was still fighting or just getting it all out, finishing completely going to the toilet in her outfit. She stayed like that for several minutes, breathing hard, slightly hunched up, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. After and age she slowly released her grip on me then straightened up. "Fuck. Why today?" she gasped. "Why now?" She looked up at me "why you?" She asked before bursting into tears. She clutched me and without thinking I pulled her into a tight hug. "It’s ok" I whispered into her ear. "It’s ok. It happens. It’s ok". We clung together for several minutes her sobbing and me just saying anything to make her feel better, telling her its ok over and over. As she finally regained composure she pushed me off. "Stop. This isn't ok. Not even close. This doesn't just happen to girls my age. To no one my age. FUCK" a final shout to vent her feelings. She turned to leave but I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. "Don't be stupid" I said to her clear surprise. "You’re hardly the first person to have an accident you know. You probably aren't even the last in Scotland this hour. It ok" "Oh come on. How many other people do you know who has even had such a humiliating accident as this?" She asked. I decided to go for broke. "You think this is humiliating?" I asked "try wetting yourself in front of about 100 or so people. At least I'm the only one to know and I won't be telling anyone about this, I swear." She looked at me now with curiosity. "When did you do that?" "Download festival last summer. A day of drinking, running to the massive que for the porta loos and not making in in time. Light urban combats that went dark and clinging when wet. Everyone saw, everyone laughed. That was humiliating. Trust me, this doesn't compare." "Wow" was all she could say, eyes wide. Then her face slid into her naughty little grin. "Ok. You may have me beat on the humiliation scale but at least you didn't crap yourself. Or did you?" "Not then no" was my grinned reply. "Wait, so when did you then?" Dammit. I let that slip. I sighed. "Also last year. Not drunk, just coming off antibiotics that had me stopped up. I finished the course and so did nature. I was out shopping when I just had to go. Nothing nearby and by the time I got to a nearby MacDonnalds it was too late. Luckily I was wearing loose combats again and at least I didn't pee myself. I managed to hide it, walked back to my car and drove home sat on a plastic bag." She goggled at the last bit "That must have been.......a sticky situation." With that lame joke she burst into laughter that had her bending over again clutching at her stomach. At least she wasn't crying again. Her laughter was infectious. I started to giggle. "Laugh it up" I said. "You’re the one who still has a clean-up operation to do." She straightened up and looked at me, eyes full of tears of mirth instead of embarrassment. She sobered up a bit, clearly worried again. "Look," I started. "Your suit will need a wash. Whip it off and chuck us it hear. I'll wash it under the hose and leave it to dry inside out. No one will know. You can clean up and change in the shower. If anyone asks about your behaviour just tell them you felt sick and had to run." That evil little grin again. "Whip it off you say? How daring Stu. If I didn't know better I'd say you just wanted to see me all wet and messy." "What makes you think I don't?" I replied, a mischievous grin of my own. Then I froze as her eyes widened. Shit, did I just say that? Her eyes narrowed as she turned away. She glanced back over her shoulder, face split with a grin again. "Unzip me" she purred. I gulped and stepped up. One smooth motion and her suit was opened up. She bent over to let her pull the top off her head. As she stood up she whipped her hair back. She glanced back. "Thanks" she said before starting to bend over again. This time she slowly peeled off the suit. What a sight. As it pulled down passed her clingy black T-shirt her grey sweats were exposed. From halfway up to her waist band all the way down to the cuffs, the thick, drenched and darkened material clung to her body. The contours of her perfect ass with its bulge the size of a softball, of her shapely legs free to view. As she stepped out of the legs the sucking sound as her soaked cotton socks pulled free from the small pool in each made her giggle again. Her scent hit me next. A soft smell of girl pee with a darker earthy undercut of her poop. Not unpleasant. Not at all. She spun round almost bouncing in place. "Whats the damage she asked, looking down at herself now, trying to twist on the spot to assess everything. From the front it was glorious. Her wet clothes clinging tight against her body, soaked out almost to her hips, only a thin strip down the outside dry and safe. I gulped again. Then grinned at her. "Apart from a bulge and the obvious wetness, nothing visible on the joggers. They might get away with just a rinse for now. Whip them off" I said in my most commanding voice. She mock glared at me, eyes flashing with a curious and unexpected intent that was becoming more obvious to both of use as the scenario played out. "Hmmm. I think your right" she spun to face away again and put her hands to the waistband. Again, the slow sensual peel off of the wet material. Underneath, her tight longjohns we dark red all over, beads of pee being released to run down the saturated material by her movements. The bulge, much more obvious, was nestled between her peachy little cheeks, still no staining visible to further darken the material. She kicked off the sweats to a damp heap on top of her suit. "Done" she said with a breathy voice, spinning around, her breathing fast and shallow now, matching my own. Both of us were getting flushed again and if it wasn't for my suit still zipped around my body, my excitement would be obvious for anyone who cared to look. And from her quick glances she was trying to look. "Long johns next" I almost whispered to her. She nodded and turned denying me the view of the tight red material clinging to her, contouring her pussy perfectly. As her hands moved to her waistband she paused. This would be the big one for her, for both of us. She started to pull then stopped, glanced back at me. Her eyes held a strange expression as she saw the obvious hunger in my own eyes. She turned away again and the tight thermals started their slow decent down her legs. The light blue lacy waistband preceded her now translucent white cotton French knickers. A large dark solid mass of poop dragging them down slightly now they were free from the thermals keeping everything tight against her smooth milky white skin. As she bent further over the mass hid anything else from view but who was I to complain. Her legs were as perfect as I imagined marred only by a thin scar on her right calf. Muscles flexed as she was now bent fully over before pulling first one leg then the other free of her last layer and her socks. She stood up suddenly spinning and, in one smooth move, pulled off her T-shirt as she stood. Again the hair whipped back (who doesn't love the long wet hair look) and her tight, toned flat stomach and abs were exposed above her panties, the tight dark strip of her pubic hair visible seeming to invite the eyes down to her lips below. My eyes dragged up, her arms now folded just below the swell of her b cup breasts, pushing those perky mounds together under a matching white cotton bra trimmed in blue lace. Her nipples where obvious, hardened and proud under the tight material. She shook her head, letting her hair fall to brush against them, the wetness dampening and tuning the bra as tantalisingly see through as the panties. Nipples small and dark against the white skin. Her face was red as she looked at me, watching me take it all in. Eventually our eyes met. "Stunning" I breathed. Her blush deepened. "Im like a naughty little girl, wet and messy" she replied, eyes down. "Never. I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful as you look now." She smiled back up to me. Her arms separated and she stepped into my offered embrace. Our lips met, the kiss soft at first but swiftly developing into a fierce, lust filled move. My hands ran down her back and through her hair, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Her leg moved up my hip to circle around me and my other hand dropped lower. Cupping her ass, fingers brushed against her bulge. That was enough to push it against her sweet little rose bud. She pulled back. "Do it" she moaned as she dove back into the kiss. I wasted no time in cupping the bulge of her firm movement, squashing it slightly, mashing it up against her ass. Still kissing I felt rather than heard her moan again. Her pussy was grinding down onto my thigh now, both her hands around my back and shoulders pulling herself in tighter and tighter. We were lost to the world right then. Even as I felt her tense up, her breath coming in short ragged gasps, I felt my own orgasm start to build just from her rubbing against my body, my erection tight between us under my now cursed suit. As she clung to me, shaking in her release I heard a hissing as the final remnants of her bladder released. My probing fingers pushed deeper, catching the last of her stream through her panties. As my finger tips brushed her waiting lips below she squealed as a second orgasm hit her. Her back arched, head pulled away from me, exposing her breasts again, her pee running down my suit. I didn't hold back and gasped as my own release hit me like a train. As cum pumped into my briefs I bit back my own yell as Sam gasped loudly, panting as she started to come down from her cloud of bliss. We clung together for what seemed like an hour. Eventually she looked up at me. She almost looked ready to cry. "God. You have no idea how much I wanted this. Maybe not like this, but me and you." Her voice was deep from her short breath as she pushed her face into my chest. "For my first time I wanted it to be you. I liked you since we met. The others all think they can spin a gash little story and get into me but you never tried that. Never would. I could tell you were shy but interested. I wanted you. I hoped being buddys could lead to something. I never imagined it would be like or as good as that though" "This scenario wasn't on the cards then?" "No" she snorted with laughter. Then she turned her head up to me. "It's not something that turns you off is it?" "Let's just say this could be something we could explore together maybe". She grinned. That cheeky little grin that turns me to jelly. "Hmmm. Maybe. I might need to shop for more underwear though if I keep this up though. And you". I nodded. "When you said first?" "Umm. Yeh." She looked down and away. "I'm 22. It must be weird to still be a virgin". I pulled her back into a hug. "Not really. I’m the same age and not exactly a top shagger." Another snort of laughter. "I'm not a virgin but I'm not that experienced. Two girlfriends to date and with neither did I dare share what we just did" "Well, me anyway" Sam said, pushing off me again. She stepped back, letting me look at her again. "I expect catch up" she growled in mock fierceness, her finger jabbing at my chest. All I could do was nod, once again struck dumb by her beauty. "Tonight. Tonight we get some dinner, just us, then we find a quiet pub in town and see were the night goes. Sound good?" she finished, bouncing again slightly on the balls of her bare feet, still standing in the small puddle of her second "accident". "Dinner. Drinks to charge up, then catch up. I think I can do that. Then, maybe another first?" A coy little look in reply, eyes flashing under dark lashes. "It's a date!" She said before grabbing her nearby bag and dodging into the shower unit to clean up, leaving me to handle the rest. ______________________________________________________________________________________ More to come. Next chapter will be a first, very wet, date.
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    Starting an online gaming session?

    I've been close a few times. Only wet once while actually gaming though. Had just got fallout 76 and deliberately didn't go. Ended up flooding my pants and the towel I was sitting on. Wonderful.
  13. RNSL81

    [Dragonage Origins] Leliana's wet night

    I love this story. Leliana is by far my fav character in Dragon Age and I love the idea of her being a naughty little minx peeing herself all round the camp. Also love the idea of everyone's favorite witch inviting herself into the mix. Would love to see a part 2 to this story.
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    Wetting experience at a festival

    I did see plenty of other people desperate. There was a fair few always stood by the loos doing the pee dance. One lass I'm sure defiantly looked as bad as I was, she was doubled over holding herself and still had three or four before her. I was hoping she would flood her jeans but I never stayed to see if she made it. I was heading into he arena and it would have looked odd to my mates if i stopped to watch her dance about. Never saw anyone how looked like they had had an accident but when it rained hard, anyone could have just gone in their pants and got away with it. I will definitely share any future accidents I have and I am gonna try my hand at writing some fiction based loosely on previous experiences.
  15. Before I begin I am a 31 year old male This experience was my first actual accidental wetting accident. I was at the download festival this year. I was in the campsite and had been drinking for a good few hours. I was wearing a pair of black shorts and a tee-shirt with trainers. All were damp form a previous downpour. The previous day there was no queue for the mass of porta-loos so I didn't think it was a problem. For a while I had been getting fuller and fuller. I was really starting to get desperate. When I was at the squirming in my chair stage I decided to treck it to the loos (I was right in the center of the camp therefore there was no convenient trees to go against). I got up and that's when I realized the first of my problems. Standing up shifted the weight of my bladder. I was even more desperate than I thought. Not a problem tho. I knew from previous experience that my bladder was capable of holding a lot. I looked over to the loos. Every one had a queue. Shit. It took me a good 5 minutes to get to the loos as I had to pick my way in between the tents while trying not to move to energetically least my bladder let go. By the time I got into a queue I really was desperate. I also quickly realized that the queue was not moving. It was mostly women but I couldn't see anyone as desperate as me. I couldn't stand still, I had to keep grabbing myself to stop from going, I was sweating tonnes and muttering under my breath. The queue moved so bloody slowly and each minute I was getting worse. After a good 20 minutes I was finally second in the queue but I was starting to leak. I dribbled a little bit into my briefs but nothing showed on my shorts. When the lass in front went in I was nearly lost it. A good two second spurt escaped and it was all I could do to stem the flow without doubling over. There was a trickle down my leg under my shorts to my knee Then relief. A loo opened up in-front of me. I lept forward. I made it into the porta-loo. I didn't make it. Within seconds of closing the door I realized that I was peeing. I was actually peeing. I spun round and managed to sit down even as the warmth was running down my legs. I sat on the seat and fully let go. My briefs, and shorts, my trainers, all soaked. It felt warm and, despite my acute embarrassment at a real accident, it felt good. God it felt good. I sat for about 5 minutes just wondering what to do and savoring the warmth and the pleasure of my first, totally unplanned and genuine accident. I managed to clean up the worst of the mess and dry off my legs and absorbed the worst of the pee from my shorts with the loo roll. By the time I left there was no real evidence of my accident (the floor of the loo was already muddy and wet anyway from the rain). My shorts being black didn't show the wetness and as they were fairly tight anyway so there was none of the "clinging" that goes with normal accidents. I walked out and trecked back to my tent without incident and totally got away with it. None of my friends I was with noticed anything. I couldn't have planned it any better. Hope you enjoyed my experience. I know I did.