i like wet bikinis

Yes! There's some good stuff in the back catalogue. It's worth thumbing through, from time to time. And, two more: (4) When I was very young, at a PE class at school. Boys would wear vests and shorts; girls would take off their dresses and wear vests and blue knickers. We were running around the gym. One of the boys told me to look at one of the girls as she had wet her knickers. I looked. Her pants were dark with dampness between her legs. I have no idea whether it had been a full-on wetting earlier in the day that went unnoticed, or if she had just leaked slightly in that class. (5) On a long walk (15 miles) with many other students. There were no toilet facilities organised for us, even at lunch time, when we stopped for a picnic. We had to find a tree to piss behind. Many of the girls went to squat in the long grass in a field. A bit later that afternoon we stopped for a short rest. When we moved on again, one of the girls remarked, quite loudly, 'Oh, Jenny, it looks like you've been!' She was quickly shushed by other girls around her, and Jenny mumbled something about sitting on wet grass. The back of her jeans was very wet, just her bum, not her legs. She wrapped a jumper round her waist to cover it. At the time I wondered if she had pissed in her knickers. I decided she hadn't, because the front wasn't wet. But in recent years I have seen photos of the aftermath of female wettings that have shown wet patches just like that.

I can remember a few. (1) I was at a charity event in a church (a 'cavalcade of fashion' show). There was a bit of a commotion a few rows behind; the sound of splashing liquid hitting the hard stone floor, then the sound of people getting up and leaving. The show went on, and I didn't look round. When I left, at the end, one of the chairs was damp (they had wicker seats - see picture at the end) and there was a puddle on the stone floor right underneath, with splash marks in all directions. Almost all the audience was female, so I'm sure a girl must have wet herself sitting in the chair. (2) I was browsing in a shop. Across the aisle I heard the noise of splashing water - but I couldn't see anything - and I thought I heard someone say something about someone wetting themselves. A couple of girls hurried out of the shop, and I went round the corner to look down that aisle. I actually walked through the puddle on the floor before I noticed it. (3) At the beach, we had a sailing dinghy. I was getting into the boat, to sail across the harbour. There was a girl walking out into the sea near our boat. She was obviously about to pee in the water; she was squeezing herself through her swimsuit. Unfortunately we had to sail away and she quickly disappeared from sight.

I saw one at a festival who squatted in the grass next to a path. She was only a few yards from her friends and their tents. One of them shouted, 'Chloe, you can't go there, people can see your vagina!' She shouted back, piss pouring from her gash, 'So what! It's a festival! Half the people here will have seen my vagina by the end of the weekend!'

Just a photo. From: https://whatboyswant.com/babes/beach-bikini-babes/2899074?c=c-4

The girl I saw - her brother shouted to her to get out, as her family were packing up. She kept going. He waded out, and she told him she needed to finish peeing. The next day I saw girls grabbing themselves and realised that was a sign they needed to go. I watched out for them, and very often I would then know when they were emptying themselves, even if they were in the sea. I saw one hover with her bum above the surface of the sea, and she then deliberately wet herself. I saw the stream of pee although she was gently splashing water at her groin.

I was deeply affected by seeing girls wet themselves when I was young. I don't know whether that led to my interest. I prefer to think that I always had the interest, and seeing girls pee simply awoke it. But I don't know which came first. I know I saw several girls wet themselves, or pee in front of me, when I was a child. I don't remember much about those episodes other than a few. One was a girl in the playground who lost control when we were waiting in a queue to go back into class. She was standing right behind me, so I turned round and stared at the stream pouring from her. I still remember the trickles also running down her legs and soaking her white socks. The teacher had to turn me around because I was still staring at her when I should have been following the others back into school. Another was a girl who pissed a huge puddle when she fainted. I used to fantasise about the girls in my class, imagining them lining up and each pissing in turn. Some would stand, some squat, kneel or sit. Some would undress and others would wet themselves. One of the main triggers, as with others here, was at the beach. By then I was in my teens. The defining moment then was when I saw a girl (wearing shorts and a t-shirt) squatting in the shallow water. I suddenly realised that she was weeing through her clothes. There was nothing to see, as her bum was touching the surface of the water. But simply knowing that I was watching a girl piss was hugely exciting. I worked out that other girls probably would wee on the beach too (there were no toilets there) and I might see more if I kept my eyes open. I started immediately, and saw more girls pee, the very next day. It became my main interest on visits to the beach.

That’s an interesting question. Crystal was a vivacious girl, with an active love life. She enjoyed seducing men, and being seduced. She was uninhibited and rightly proud of her body. I don’t think she would mind someone watching her undress or pee, as long as they were not creepy. My guess is that she had not wet herself publicly before she did it on the walk home. It was not deliberate. My words had triggered a brief loss of control, and then, once she started dribbling into her knickers, her bladder took over and she just had to empty herself where she stood. She was stoned and very drunk, so had even fewer inhibitions than normal. Despite that I bet she noticed the effect she had on me when she wet herself. I’m surprised she remembered it the next morning though. It’s a big guess, but perhaps she found her wet knickers crumpled on her bedroom floor. Maybe she put them on to see what it felt like, or to take them into the bathroom to rinse them. I’ve sometimes fantasised about her then weeing in them in the shower, as an experiment. As she did that that, she would have remembered what it had felt like each time she had stopped to wet her knickers on her walk home, with me staring at her. Whatever triggered her memory of wetting herself in front of me, she did remember it quite clearly. Her behaviour in the park was deliberate, not just a coincidence. I’m sure she wasn’t trying to seduce me. I had a steady girlfriend the whole time I knew Crystal, and she and Crystal were friends. I think the park episode was an experiment for her. I think she realised that letting a man see her pee was potentially a seduction technique, or a way of flavouring her love life, with the right man. I don’t think she was trying to seduce me. She was perhaps saying ‘thank you’, and she was probably flirting. I bet she told the chap she was with that day that she didn’t need the toilet anymore, but her knickers were now very wet. It would have given her an opportunity to let him spy on her while she took them off. And then she would have been able to tease him with the thought that she was wearing nothing under her skirt. I’m sure she would have squatted behind a hedge later that evening if she thought she could turn him on by peeing somewhere semi-public. Did she ever wet herself again? I don’t know, but I expect she did. I can imagine her on holiday with a lover, perhaps on a quiet beach on a Greek island. If she thought it would get his attention, she would pee through her bikini and let him notice her do it. Her motive would be to tease him and attract him. She would enjoy being lusted after, and would pee for that effect, rather than because she would enjoy the situation for its own sake.

I was walking a uni friend home from a gig. I'd promised to do so, but she had gone her own way at the gig and when we met up again at the end she was stoned and very drunk. (She was very pretty, petite and slim, with long, wavy dark hair and a cute face and smile, but we were just friends.) It was about three miles home, and she was very giggly. I was a bit annoyed, as she needed me to take care of her. I had to watch her every time we needed to cross a road. It was a slower journey than it needed to be. After a short while she told me that she should have gone to the toilet before we left. I guess there had been a long queue for the ladies, and she wasn't thinking straight. I told her that she would have to wait until she got home. We kept walking. Her need got more and more urgent. She kept telling me that she needed to wee and I kept telling her to wait. We were about half way home and she stopped. She looked at me and said 'I really can't wait. I need a piss. I gotta go.' I was a bit fed up by then. I reckoned that if she really had to pee she would have to squat behind a car, or in a front garden, or something. So I said 'Well, go on then.' I don't think either of us expected that my permission would trigger an immediate release. But it did. She began to piss, standing in front of me, splattering loudly into a dark puddle between her feet. I simply stared, lost for words, as she wet herself. She parted her legs and looked down at the dark puddle she was making on the pavement. She looked up and said, 'I can't stop.' 'Are you peeing in your knickers?' I asked, and she lifted her denim skirt to show me that she was pissing through her underwear. Eventually she stopped, and nodded when I asked her if she was ready to carry on walking. She brushed down her skirt and we kept going. We began talking about it, and she thought it was quite funny how I had made her lose control. I asked her if it would work again. She thought it would, so I said 'Well, go on then.' She stopped walking again, bent her legs, and wet her knickers again, once more peeing through them on the ground. This time it was only a short pee, just a few seconds and she finished. But it became our entertainment for most of the rest of the way home. Every so often I would say 'Well, go on then', and, on my command, she would piss herself and, standing, make a small puddle on the ground. After about half a dozen wettings she was empty, and couldn't pee any more, although she tried. She did manage one final wetting outside her front door when finally we got home. We never mentioned it again. But, a few weeks later, just before the end of term, we were with some friends in the park, just chatting and drinking in the evening. She came over to me and sat in the grass, next to me. She leaned over and said quietly, 'I need a piss. I don't think I can wait. I gotta go.' I replied, quietly 'Well, go on then.' She paused, grinned and said 'I can't stop.' She had pushed up her skirt when she sat down. She must have planned it, so she wouldn't get her skirt wet. She had her knees up, so I could see the glistening puddle she was now sitting in, and the stream pouring into it from her knickers. It quickly soaked into the ground, so it didn't spread far and it soon vanished when she had finished. She giggled when she stopped. She did manage to pee another two or three times, sitting next to me, when I said 'Well, go on then.'

I go to many music festivals. I have often seen women peeing in public at them. But I have seen only a few wetting themselves (but all very recently). The first was in broad daylight. There was a long queue for the toilets when a band finished on the main stage. Near the queue a woman in dark green romper shorts knelt in the grass, with her back to a fence, while she peed herself. She had her hands between her legs, front and back, to try to pull aside. But the dark damp patch showed when she stood up and walked away. Another was very drunk when she sat in the grass, legs straight in front of her, and pissed through her knickers and the seat of her denim skirt. There was still a puddle in her skirt which poured out when she stood up. Another went to the fence with her boyfriend when it was dark. She watched with great interest as he stood, pissing through the chain-link fence. Then it was his turn. She turned so she had her back to the fence, parted her legs and pulled her skirt up to her waist. He watched her intently as she pissed through her black and white knickers. When she finished she shook herself dry, dropped her skirt back and they kissed before walking away, hand in hand. I saw another couple together. She was very shy and very desperate. He took her into a dark spot in front of a fence. She squatted low and he squatted next to her, for support (she was leaning on him, as well as the emotional support). She started to slide her denim skirt up so she could pull her knickers down, but she felt too exposed. And then it was too late. She stated leaking and the leak turned into an unstoppable rush of pee pouring through her knickers and skirt. The last one was in a group of three. Each took in in turn to squat and piss in the grass in front of the fence. Except for the third. She leant back against a fence post in a sort of sitting position, and slid the back of her skirt up. She didn't want to expose herself, so just pissed straight through her knickers; a slivery stream falling into the grass between her heels. As she straightened up I glimpsed the side of her knickers, so I know she wore them and didn't pull them down or aside. She certainly wet herself deliberately. (Pictures illustrate clothing only!)

Kneeling in the water she finally let her warm pee flood her bikini. She felt her face glowing red. She worried others on the beach might realise she was wetting herself.

Wonderful swimwear. If only there were a video of them squatting to pee through those swimsuits at the edge of a pool...

https://vk.com/video241456605_167915953 Two women bob down in the river to pee through their bikinis. Nothing to see, but you know what they're doing. Do you like it?

A slim, pretty model. No dark glasses - I prefer to see her face. Genuine desperation. She needs to have drunk so much water that she really is close to wetting herself accidentally. (I used to have a small number of videos in which the model could not wait for the 'official' filming to start. In one, she lost control and pissed in her jeans while waiting. In another, she suddenly pulled down her knickers, squatted, flicked up her skirt and peed on the ground.) Good lighting. I like to see the pee. And focus on the model, not the background behind her. Make it genuine, please. Too many videos are directed so the model opens her legs and leans back. Then the camera zooms in close. They all look the same! When I've seen women peeing outdoors, they never do that. They are not putting on a show. They usually squat or hover. They usually have their thighs together. Different postures would be great. But best not directed. If the girl is desperate and having to wee in public, let her do it as seems natural to her. Some girls will want to hide as best they can, others may be less bothered about being seen by strangers. The more desperate she is, the less shy is likely to behave. I like seeing different peeing postures, even those which protect her privacy. So, I like seeing girls kneeling or sitting on the ground to pee, or squatting so low, with knees together, that they hide almost everything. I also like watching them hover, with a clear stream. Different camera angles would give variety too. Zoom out, so we can see all of her, and the puddle she's making. Film from the side too. Almost all pee videos are shot from low down and directly in front. Most of the others are from directly behind, it seems. And I'd particularly like to see more videos of girls peeing in swimwear at beaches. That's a combination that allows a girl to wet herself deliberately when she's desperate. Swimsuits and bikinis are designed to get wet, so squatting to pee through them often can be more discrete than undressing.

Like any citizen, I like to keep my afternoons for otium. I had no engagements that day, so decided I would entertain myself by reading, and with my slaves. At that time there were three that I preferred to screw, Leena, Hannah and Emily. I had also just bought Martha and although I’d taken her several times on her first day, I had not taken her since. Those were the four who were on shift that afternoon. I made sure of that. I instructed them in the morning that they had to seek my permission before they could relieve themselves. Then I set them to their morning tasks and told them they must attend upon me in the courtyard for lunch and after. I put them out of my mind while I busied myself with paperwork on my property and investments. Shortly before lunch Leena did interrupt me once. Politely she curtseyed and asked me to excuse her. She wriggled appealingly as she bobbed down and it was obvious to me that she was bursting for a pee. I pretended ignorance and asked her for what she wanted to be excused. ‘Master,’ she said, ‘I really do need to use a pot.’ She glanced sideways at the empty chamber pot in the corner of my room. I asked what she needed to use it for. ‘Master, I need relief.’ ‘Have you finished your tasks? And is my lunch ready?’ ‘No, Master. Not yet. But I fear that…’ I didn’t let her finish. I hoped that she feared she might lose control and wet the floor. She looked as if she might. ‘Well then, finish your tasks and prepare my lunch. Once I have eaten I may feel more indulgent to allowing you to indulge your needs.’ She looked confused. I was normally kinder to my slaves and she was not used to an unreasonable refusal from me. I took advantage of the pause to order her away. ‘Go and finish your tasks and do not disturb me again until you call me to lunch. Leena, go!’ She curtseyed again, turned and left. I am sure I saw a slight shudder as she did so. Her need to empty herself was getting desperate. She looked to someone around the corner and out of sight from me and shook her head, then walked away, down the hall. It was Martha who appeared and trotted after her, hand pressed into her crotch. Shortly Emily appeared. ‘Master. Your lunch is ready in the courtyard.’ ‘Thank you. Emily, do you need to wee?’ She blushed charmingly as she replied, dropping eye contact. ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Well, you’ll just have to hold it, and do stop fidgeting. I’ll be there shortly.’ ‘Yes Master.’ I tidied my desk and walked to the courtyard. It formed an enclosed garden in the centre of the house. A cloistered arcade made each of the four sides, with the roof open to the sky and the midday sunshine. Hannah closed the door behind me as I entered the cloister. I would be alone with the four girls for the rest of the day. ‘Hannah.’ ‘Yes Master?’ ‘I think some of the girls may need the toilet. Could you please bring a sand tray for them?’ ‘Yes Master.’ She was not able to stop herself from squeezing herself between her legs as she spoke. She needed a piss too. I sat down at the table in the shade and watched Hannah walk away, admiring how her short tunic displayed her slim legs. She nodded at Emily, who hurried after her. They came back with a large wooden tray and two canvas buckets of sand. Hannah put the tray down where I indicated, close to my seat. She curtseyed when she did so; her hem rose momentarily to the top of her soft thighs and I caught a quick flash of the pink delta of the lips between her legs. The mischievous girl had removed her loincloth and was now naked under her tunic. I was sure that the flash was no accident, her tunic seemed hitched slightly higher under her belt than before. Emily helped her pour sand into the tray and spread it evenly. I’m sure that it was no accident that Hannah bent over in front of me briefly, to flash me again. Both curtseyed when the job was done, and Emily glanced at Leena. She and Martha were standing nearby, both pee-dancing. I guessed that the girls had agreed that Leena would be the first to ask for permission. They thought of her as most likely to persuade me to indulge them. Indeed, she was. ‘Master.’ ‘Yes, Leena?’ ‘Master, may I use the sand, please?’ I said nothing, I just gave her the look that asked, why? ‘Master, if I can’t use the sand I think I’m going to wet myself. I really, really need to pee.’ I nodded and smiled. She visibly relaxed. ‘Thank you Master.’ She lifted the hem of her tunic as she turned and hurried to the tray. By the time she got there she had undone her loincloth and it dropped to the ground. I got a quick glimpse of her peachy, rounded buttocks and then she turned sideways on, naked from the waist down, and squatted over the sand, feet astride the tray. She had been desperate. She was already watering the sand as she lowered her bum towards it. She leaned forward, crouching on her toes, hugging her knees. A glistening line of pee squirted forward, bubbling, pooling and cutting into the sand. She parted her thighs slightly to watch that she was peeing into the tray. Then she sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing now she no longer had to struggle to control her bodily functions. She had been full. She kept pissing and pissing and the puddle below her grew. I could see the other girls now looking at her slightly resentfully. They too needed to tend to their fullness and it was almost paining them to have to wait while they watched and heard Leena relieving herself in front of them. Martha had both hands under her tunic, squeezing herself closed from front and back. She could not stand still, wriggling her hips. Nor could Hannah or Emily. Hannah had both hands pressed to her crotch, and was almost marching on the spot. Emily was holding her arms stiffly by her side but kept crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together, head up and staring at the blue sky. I tried not to be distracted. Leena was still squirting a steady stream. The sight of her femininity; squatting to pee and the vulnerable display of her naked thighs and bum was having an enjoyable effect on my masculinity. She had now turned her head to look at me and saw she had my complete attention. She smiled and kept weeing. She now balanced herself with one hand on the floor and slightly raised her bum as her flow softened. She decided to finish and cut off the stream to a few drips. Emily handed her a cloth which she dropped on the sand once she had wiped herself dry. I wondered which girl would ask me for permission next. They all had the good sense not to interrupt me while I’d been enjoying Leena’s performance. The silence was broken by the sound of a sudden loud splattering. Martha’s hands flew up to cover her face and everyone looked at her. The poor girl had been unable to hold on. She had lost control and had started to piss into her loincloth where she stood. A clear stream splashed into a small puddle on the mosaic floor between her sandaled feet. Shocked by the sudden flood she simply stood still, feet apart, and pissed through her underwear. She had no chance of halting the flow of pee. She actually found her muscles were forcing the piss out just as if she were perched on her chamber pot. The back of her thighs tickled with warm, wet dribbles trickling down them. Without thinking about it, she parted her thighs slightly and bent her knees to let the pee run more easily through her loincloth. She was horrified and embarrassed by this dramatic loss of control and feared my anger. Softly, I said, ‘That’s fine Martha, you have my permission to pee. Keep going as long as you need to. There’s no harm done.’ I glanced quickly at each of the other two. They understood that they still needed my permission. Emily groaned. Martha was standing in the middle of a large, still growing puddle. A strong stream of pee was still falling from her, the source hidden in her tunic. Splashes darkened the floor in every direction, except where her feet and legs were blocking the flying droplets. She moved her hands down slightly to uncover her eyes. She looked at me. I smiled and nodded. She visibly relaxed and looked down. Hesitantly, she lifted her hem to look at her wet loincloth, showing me she was still urinating through it. Shortly, she regained control and was able to stop herself peeing. The stream quickly faded, became a tapping of drips and then stopped. Still holding her tunic above her hips she looked at me, wondering what would happen now. I asked, ‘Martha, can you still pee? Have you got more to come?’ She said nothing, but nodded. ‘Go on then. Pee.’ I intended her to undress and finish in the sand tray, but she misunderstood. Deliberately, she wet herself again. As she stood motionless her pale underwear glistened again with wetness and another sparking stream poured forth. She pissed in front of me for a short while and then stopped. ‘Go on!’ I encouraged. And she repeated the entertainment for me. She managed three more quick wettings like that before she was too empty for any more. Then she released her sodden garment and dropped it into the puddle, briefly revealing a small, dark, neatly trimmed bush above her pretty vulva. Yes, I thought, I will see much more of that. Leena was there with a cloth for her to dry herself, and the two of them then got on with drying the puddle on the floor. That left the other two, Emily and Hannah, to use the tray. Who first, I wondered? ‘Emily. Please lift your skirt.’ She looked surprised, but thought about it only momentarily, and did as she was told. She was clothed under her tunic but I still enjoyed the sight of her hips and long legs. ‘Hannah, do you wish to use the sand tray now?’ ‘Yes please, Master.’ This was her reward for titillating me earlier with the glimpses of her vagina and bum, naked under her clothes. ‘Go on then Hannah. Don’t make Emily wait too much longer. And Emily, if you really can’t wait, you don’t have my permission to undress. You’ll just have to wet yourself if you’re too desperate.’ Biting her lip, Emily just nodded. Hannah seemed to be in a flirtatious mood. I wondered what she might do to amuse me. She turned away from me, then pushed her tunic off her left shoulder, then the right. It made hardly a sound as it dropped to the floor. Now she was naked, her long hair falling down her back towards her exposed buttocks. Like a statue of Aphrodite, she raised her arms high above her head, hand on wrist, and moved her weight from one leg to another. Her hips curved and swayed below her slender waist. I was entranced. She was naked, but I could not see her breasts or her yoni. She was teasing me, and I was enjoying it. Slowly and precisely, Hannah stepped towards the tray. She turned each foot carefully in front of the other, to sway her hips as she went. She stopped at the side of the tray, facing away from it (and at an angle to me, so I still could not see her tits or her slit). She crouched down on her toes, then balanced herself with her fingertips. Leaning forward she then kneeled on all fours. She moved slightly backwards so her knees were either side of the tray and her crotch was just over the edge of it. Now her legs were parted, I was looking down on her bum and her yoni. A quick, sharp stream shot out of her slit and splashed into the damp sand at the far end of the tray. She turned her head to look behind and make sure she was on target with her peeing, then looked at me, brushing the hair from her face, and smiled. Her piss was arcing through the air to splatter loudly into the tray, splashing sandy drips across the floor behind. Emily stepped back a couple of paces. I had a lovely view of Hannah’s naked body, bum, legs, back and her left breast hanging down and swaying gently. It took all my self-control to remain seated. I wanted to stroke her thighs and feel the soft flesh between her legs. Seeing her peeing in front of me like that made me want to take her immediately. I barely noticed what the other girls were doing while I watched. I was vaguely aware that Emily was wriggling and fidgeting as if she were about to burst. But I kept my eyes on Hannah while she sprayed her pee behind her and into the sand. Hannah kept watching me the whole time she was peeing. After a while, the pressure dropped and the arcing stream started to drop and land closer to her. Shortly it had died to a trickle just dribbling from her and dropping into the edge of the tray below her. When she finished, she wiped herself with a cloth, rose and walked away, still not showing her naked front to me before she vanished into the arcade. I realised that Emily was desperate, both to pee, and to get my attention to ask permission to do so. I nodded to her and glanced at the sand tray. She gave a relieved expression and dashed over to it. She stood astride it, sideways on to my view and lifted her skirts to her waist. As she did that she bent over, sticking her bum out behind her and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She was already wetting herself, pissing through her loincloth into the wet sand. From the side I had an excellent view of the fierce stream dropping into the sand behind her. She was peeing into her underwear with full force. She looked at me. ‘Master?’ ‘Yes, Emily?’ ‘You did not give me permission to undress. But I don’t think I had time anyway.’ ‘Were you that desperate?’ ‘Yes. I had wet myself a little while waiting for Emily to finish. Then it all started to rush out even before I got to the sand. It was already running down my legs and I just couldn’t stop it.’ ‘You can undress now. Or when you have finished, if you prefer.’ She was weeing the whole time we had that conversation. Still weeing, she tried, one-handed (the other was holding her tunic above her waist) to loosen her loincloth to release it. It took a bit of fumbling, but then it fell away and she was naked below the waist. Now her pee-stream spiralled and flickered, squirting down into the sand with no material to obstruct it. She had nearly finished and it did not take her very much longer to make herself comfortable and shut off the flow. I enjoyed seeing her dry herself down. The afternoon had started well, but I realised I had not even started my lunch. As always, there was too much for me, so I invited the girls to share it with me. There was enough bread, cheese, fruit, beer and wine to sustain us all for the rest of the day. Myself, and four obedient girls, none of whom was wearing any undergarments. Shut in the courtyard together, we would not be disturbed and I intended to enjoy myself.

I like this one. Two girls on a volleyball court messing around. One laughs so much she wets herself and has to kneel in the sand. https://vk.com/video410592142_456239794