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View File DLFF-018 In this JAV they set up a little inflatable pool and have 40 different girls pee in it one at a time. They make sure each girl has a full bladder before being allowed to pee in the pool Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/22/2020 Category Peeing
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There's nothing quite like a quiet evening alone, and a hot tub to enjoy it in! And while we're at it, why not get a little naughty and take a dip completely naked~? Those were the thoughts of Ritz, as he gently slipped into the hot tub alone after dinner. Immediately the warm, steamy bath soothed his body. He gave a relaxed sigh, as he slid deeper into the hot tub. The feline purred, and began just getting lost in his thoughts, letting his body relax... ...However, the warm waters might have relaxed him too much; Instantly Ritz was pulled back to reality as he felt a slow dribble of pee escape his penis. He tensed his muscles, but it was too late... -
Before I begin: A belated Happy Thanksgiving and a welcome from Black Friday to you all.... Now, let me take you back to my days at the YMCA, which I've recounted quite often. On this occasion, we were having a class swimming lesson. I was, and still am to an extent, not the best swimmer. Prior to this, we were all asked to go into the nearby bathrooms, and change into swim trunks, or swimsuits for the girls. As I changed out of my current attire, which was a pair of blue shorts, a green T-shirt, and my shoes, I came to one obstacle, my diaper. Now, normally, I'd be fine with keeping it on, however, it wasn't a swim diaper. And while I hadn't been diapered and in the water all that often, even at that age I knew copious amounts of liquids+non-swim diaper=mass leakage at best, and falling apart of said diaper at the worst. Feeling a twinge in my bladder, I decided to untape my diaper, and tuck it in with the rest of my clothes. I then slipped the swim trunks on, these were a dark blue in color, probably closer to midnight blue. I placed my clothes and diaper, which I had folded and placed inside my bundled shirt, into a shelf with my name on them, alongside my shoes. Now, we waited in line as each of us did doggy paddles and other basic aquatic maneuvers, three people at a time. It was while I was waiting in line, pretty much at the back, that my need to pee came back full force. I remember holding myself, and shifting a bit, as I tried to keep my urine in. While someone else might have used the bathroom, me being uncomfortable with restrooms outside my home, especially if I say, didn't have my mom with me, I let out a few dribbles here or there as the line shuffled forward, squeezing my legs together to help out. The splashing of the others in the pool didn't help matters. As I neared closer to the line, I had to stop holding myself with my hand, though I was still crossing my legs, and I guessed the teacher, when I was one of the three up, thought it was waterborne fear induced anxiety, as she got to my high level, smiled, and said something like "Hey, its alright, you can do this." something motivational like that. Giving her a smile, I dived in. While I was doggypaddling, all the water around me aggravated my bladder. As I was swimming, my mind thought "Well, I'm already in water." and I released my bladder. Relief and warmth filled me, as surely as my pee filled the water. Thankfully, my pee was relatively clear. I got out, my shorts wet from both pee and pool water. I sat down nearby, toweling off, while I waited for the remaining handful of students to finish up. Once everyone was done, we were once again directed to change back. A smile blossomed on my young face as the security of my diaper once more was wrapped around me. I fixed my clothes, and went on my diapered day.
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The country's Cinderella story at the recent Olympic Games shook the entire nation, it's citizens witnessing a pivotal moment in their country's history — their first ever Gold. The medal, an upset win in the Men's 100m Butterfly event, suddenly generated waves of interest in the sport, exhibited by the sudden spike in traffic at swimming pools across the nation. Coupled with the semester break holidays, everywhere was packed. While "everywhere" may have been an exaggeration, said observation was at least true for the pool Kyra was at, based on what she could see. Sitting atop an elevated chair, she had a bird's eye view of the sudden spike in attendance — there were much more people out and about. Coaches were revelling in an influx of revenue as little children lined the pool walls, their parents either caught up in conversations with each other, swimming alongside their offspring or just generally minding their own businesses, glued to a screen or silently observing the lesson. The Olympic-sized pool next to it was also similarly filled, with adolescents and teenagers doing laps under a watchful eye and a stopwatch on one side, and elderly people swimming considerably slower than they were likely imagining themselves to be on another. Kyra took her eyes off the pool momentarily as she swept away beads of sweat accumulating on her temples, the long sleeves of her yellow rashguard a significantly different shade as it wiped off hours of continuous sweat. In fact, the staff-issued rashguard, firmly wrapped around her torso, was only dry where it stretched over the one-piece competition swimsuit she had on beneath, outlining the suit, which was equally drenched in sweat from the torso up, its fire engine red dye discoloured from the sweat. The skin-tight swimsuit's fit further dug into her skin, inciting reactionary squirms from time to time. Such is life in the tropics — where sweltering, humid heat was the daily weather forecast for the entire day, irregardless of the time of year. She subconsciously grabbed her bottle, preparing to rehydrate herself from all the fluids lost under the tropical heat, but hesitated and returned it to its original position upon noticing the time. There was still three hours until the end of her shift, and Management had specifically told them that they weren't allowed to leave their posts for whatever reason unless another lifeguard could take over, with the only exceptions being when in the midst of saving someone or being called over. Due to the unusually high traffic this time around, it appeared, from her perspective, that every other colleague on her shift had their hands full as well. This was bad news for Kyra, who was appearing distinctly more uncomfortable as time passed by. While hydration was of utmost importance, especially given the atrocious weather, she hadn't taken into account the by-product of doing so, and the excess amounts of fluids was beginning to build up. While it wasn't at a critical stage as of yet, she wanted to keep it as low as possible. Giving into thirst and taking small sips from the bottle, she began toying with random things within her reach, anything from playing with her whistle, examining the split ends of her hair, which was neatly bunched into a ponytail, and her locker key, which hung loosely around her bony wrist from a hairband, to bending the rim of her cap and even scrolling through social media on her phone(Management allowed it, as long as it didn't inhibit employees' ability to do their job), anything to keep her mind off her current predicament. Needless to say, there were other issues inhibiting Kyra's ability to do her job, her concentration gradually waning as commitments and needs both wrestled for her attention. She guiltily knocked back a gulp out of dehydration, only to instantaneously regret it as her bladder protested against the entry of additional liquids, her desperation amplified as the skin-tight swimsuit barricaded it from expanding, instead further constricting it and worsening her predicament. It didn't help that her phone's battery went flat, and everyone was being safe and responsible in the pool, meaning that she had nothing else to focus on other than the dam that was swelling up inside her, its walls weakened and cracked from the immense pressure of the river it held back. Digging a hand into her crotch and clamping her legs shut, she reinforced the dam's structural integrity as she tried to formulate a plan to allow her to leave for the toilets, all the while trying to look as calm and as stoic as possible. She was, after all, in full view of everyone, and attracting unwanted attention was the last thing she needed. She couldn't just drop everything and go; not only would she be violating the rules she had to abide to as a lifeguard, but it would also be rather irresponsible to leave an entire pool unattended just to relieve herself. However, as aforementioned, it appeared that no other colleague was free to take over either, nor was she close enough to any of them, both physically and socially, to be able to get them to take over for her, even for just a short while, and with two full hours left in her shift, the probability of holding it until her shift was over was close to zero. By now, both her hands were jammed into her crotch, in a desperate attempt to hold it in. Her dam was about to blow; its walls lined with structural cracks and the reinforcements barely keeping it together. Her sweat considerably dropped in temperature as she attempted to keep the bottom half of her body dry. Just then, Kyra found a glimmer of hope — a colleague walking in her direction! She flailed her arms about, hoping to capture the attention of the unsuspecting passer-by, and find herself some relief. However, no sooner had she moved her arms away from her crotch than she felt a feeling spread in the same location. The feeling of futility, of embarrassment, and of warmth as the dam finally burst, its walls too weakened to obstruct the torrential wave that had built up inside of her. In disbelief and denial, Kyra sent her left hand down to investigate, her face almost immediately flushing in reaction to the warm liquid that was continuously spilling out of her crotch, her fingers confirming that she, indeed, was having an accident in public, on the job and atop a high chair, in view of everyone, no less. The golden liquid fell through gaps in-between the metal planks that made up the chair, showering down and pooling into a puddle below. Kyra kept a poker face as her bladder continued to empty itself, thankful that the loud, crowded chatter muted the otherwise deafening sounds of liquid splattering onto the ground, and that nobody appeared to have been aware of her public accident. After an eternity later, all liquids backed up in her system had finally been purged out, and any sense of relief was quickly overwhelmed by embarrassment. Gingerly prying her thighs apart, she was devastated to find that her crotch was soaked all the way up the gusset, the soiled red lycra darkened and stained with a faint yellow tinge that extended up to her bladder. She couldn't examine exactly how waterlogged her rear was, but she was, unfortunately, confident that it was just as bad, if not worse. A familiar scent wafted around, a dead giveaway of what just occurred. Sighing, Kyra proceeded to establish her current predicament in her head — she was now stuck up atop a chair, soaked in sweat and urine. Her shift wouldn't end until a few hours later, meaning she'd have to endure sitting around in saturated swimwear, its bright colours only serving to project her accident out for the entire pool to witness. The nearest showers were located across the pool, and she'd have to walk a fair distance, with her accident in plain sight, to get there. And to top it all off, She needed to pee again. _______________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading my second story all the way until the end! As always, messing on my writing constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated.
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Heyyy all! It's been a while, so I figured I'd update you with one of my more exciting adventures of recent times!! Per usual, if you just want the peeing and don't care about the build up, skip to paragraphs 3, 5, and 6! Three or four days ago, after a long shift at work, I felt the urge to blow off some steam in an...unconventional...way . As usual, I had been hydrating well throughout the day, but I knew I wanted to do something pee-related with my evening, so I didn't permit myself the customary restroom break before heading home. The urge wasn't too bad when I finally barged through my front door and chucked my keys onto the table, but I knew it would be coming sooner than later. Quickly, I darted to my room and stripped out of my outfit for the day. I, in the midst of an embarrassing amount of horniness , briefly considered making a puddle as I stood nearly naked in the middle of the floor, but after a brief moment of hesitation, my lack of will to clean up the mess won out. Instead, a different idea came over me and I shuffled through my drawers until I found my swimsuit, which I proceeded to don. There's a fitness facility near my house, complete with indoor pool that I frequent, and I thought it might be fun to take my pee there. Despite it being entirely too cold, I threw one of my running skirts over my bikini bottoms and compensated by wearing a heavy hoodie. With that, I grabbed a spare set of clothes, downed the contents of my water bottle, refilled it, and set off! When I pulled into the gym parking lot fifteen minutes later, though I wasn't yet bursting, I could feel the urgency rising. It was chilly enough to prevent anybody from hanging out in the parking lot, which worked in my favor. Conversely to everyone else, I parked as far away from the doors as I could and grinned cheesily to myself. As I enjoyed a few extra fleeting moments of warmth in my car, I chugged down my water bottle. It was agonizing. I could hear and feel the water sloshing in my stomach as I opened the door and rose to my feet. The cool air nipped at my skin and I shivered as goosebumps developed. I glanced about to ensure nobody was around. The coast was clear. It was time to warm up my legs . I still have difficulty convincing my bladder to let me wet myself in public situations, so despite my rapidly-processing kidneys and active attempt to alleviate the ever-growing pressure, it took a bit of effort. I loitered nonchalantly (Who am I kidding? It was probably the most conspicuous thing in the world) by my car and tried to open the flood gates. After several seconds that seemed to stretch into hours, the chill below was met by a spurt of warmth. The first jet of pee seeped tantalizingly into my bikini bottoms, which pressed warmly against my lady bits. With a little more coercing, the juices were finally flowing. I shook with chills as cascades of warmth overflowed my swimsuit and began finding their way down my legs. I subtly smiled to myself and began making my way, very slowly, for the gym door, a task which proved easier said than done. It never fails to be an exhilarating, but extremely peculiar sensation to walk while gushes of pee pour out of my nether regions, drench my legs, and spatter to the ground. As the pee reached my feet, it was swiftly wicked up by the fabric of my socks until one of my old, ratty shoes satisfyingly squelched with every step. As I nervously glanced around to ensure there were no witnesses, I quietly admired the trail of drops and splatters that followed me to the door. I had underestimated how badly I needed to relieve myself. I was nearly to the gym before the last few drops found their way out. My legs glistened with wetness. I checked in and made my way to the locker room, not garnering anything more than a brief glance in passing. I was amazed at how oblivious people are to everything around them. A grown 23-year-old woman just peed herself like a little girl, legs shimmering with wetness, yet nobody had a clue. A sense of accomplishment welled inside me as I rounded the corner into the locker room and found a place to stash my effects. It was weirdly empty for a weekday evening. I shrugged it off, preoccupied with the pleasure of a wet patch hugging my crotch, and drank another quarter bottle before making my way out to the pool. I plunged into the water and began swimming. I had perhaps gotten a little carried away with my fluid consumption. Within 10 minutes, the urge was making itself known again. There were a handful of people swimming, including one guy who seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes to himself (Or perhaps it was just a combination of my paranoia and an underlying desire for attention ), so I had to be discreet, but I was confident I could still get away with a little fun. I gave it another 2-3 minutes before I finally surrendered to my bladder and climbed out of the pool. I sat on one of the metal benches near the pool and prepared myself for round two. As I dripped with pool water, I soon also dripped with urine, both of which mixed on the seat and found their way to the floor. A surge of adrenaline shot through me and tangled up my innards as clear pee poured out of my bikini, unbeknown to any of the onlooking bystanders. I tried, frivolously, to contain that I was trembling with excitement. Thankfully, nobody seemed to acknowledge it. The guy shot a glance over at me as I was going at full blast. I shyly smiled and he quickly turned away. I found it difficult to finish peeing. With every "final" spurt, there seemed to be more to replenish it. Finally, I gave up and rose from my seat. The puddle I left behind was far more than feasible to pass as residual pool water dripping from a relatively small female. I dove back into the pool and swam for a few minutes until the urge struck again. In order to spread out the fun a little more, I stopped waiting for urgency. I peed on the poolside, in the pool, while jumping in, while swimming underwater--it was amazing!! At one point, I got out, faced the wall, and pulled my bikini to the side so I could admire the flow with my eyes as it saturated the floor and my butt. Finally, when I'd had enough (and the urges finally weren't practically every five minutes), I made my way back to the locker room, laughing to myself that the poor guy had no idea how many times I'd peed with him watching me. In the locker room, I noted again that it was deserted. One final devilish hoorah sprang to mind as I peeled off my wet swimsuit. I was totally alone--nobody could stop me . I had a little residual urine--not a ton, but enough. I stood there, naked, in the middle of the locker room, closed my eyes, and let it flow. I barely contained a childish giggle as pee splattered the floor beneath me and dripped down my legs one final time for the night. It wasn't enough to leave an impressive puddle, but it was plenty to provide a thrill. I quickly rinsed off in the shower, making great effort to not touch myself too much, threw on my dry clothes, and made my way home, glowing with excitement.
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View File Swimsuit Wetting Outside at Pool Having fun by the pool but when you gotta go, you gotta go. From our post, we had a request for swimsuits and we want to deliver the scenes you want to see. Any more requests, just let us know! Submitter YukiTana Submitted 06/26/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing