Jump to content

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'beach'.



More search options

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Welcome!
  • Omorashi
    • Omorashi general
    • Wetting experiences
    • Artwork and doujinshi
    • Fiction and fanfiction
    • Video links and uploads
  • Padded / Omutsu
    • Omutsu general
    • Padded experiences
    • Artwork and doujinshi
    • Fiction and fanfiction
    • Video links and uploads
  • General
    • Off-topic discussion
    • Forum games
    • Guidance and counseling
  • RolePlaying
    • Roleplaying realm

Categories

  • Animation
    • Omoani
    • Anime scenes
    • Hentai
  • Eroge & Doujinshi
    • Doujinshi Archives
    • Artwork and CG Sets
    • Visual Novels
    • RPGs
  • Female videos
    • Holding contests
    • Almost made it
    • Diapers and ageplay
    • Public wetting
    • Bedwetting
    • Cosplay
    • Desperation
    • Peeing
  • Male videos
    • Holding contests
    • Almost made it
    • Diapers and ageplay
    • Public wetting
    • Bedwetting
    • Cosplay
    • Desperation
    • Peeing

Blogs

  • Konata - A Lucky Star series
  • Unlucky Star - A Lucky Star Fan Fiction
  • Higashi High's Special Student
  • Cho Chang in a Diaper
  • Random Zelda Fictions
  • Longstocking's Story
  • The Little Wet Vampire
  • The Battle Of Bad Timing (The Battle Of Xandra)
  • The Exam
  • The Bad Omen
  • The Great Wet Conference
  • The Silent Heroine
  • The compartment
  • Jayne
  • Tanya
  • The essex Girls - Wonna Go to Lakeside
  • Occupied
  • Guildless (a ravnica magic the gathering fanfiction.)
  • Batman and Robin
  • Birthday Fantasy
  • The Mushroom
  • Lucy's Wet Fiction Collection
  • Valuable Cling Film [Saran Wrap for US readers]
  • Unexpected abduction
  • Lillica Quest
  • The One With the Wet Rumors
  • The Desperation Visor
  • Pee Tee's Story
  • Unconventionally Sensual (Working Title)
  • Saves
  • Ai No Exorcist Omorashi
  • Living in a Harem
  • Blade Of Vengeance
  • Summer Blossoms
  • Why some story characters never pee (no wetting, desperation, safe for work essentially)
  • REVENGE Part 3 [Daniel]
  • Ms. Anderson's Plight
  • The Bizarre World of Cartridge: Omorashi Experiences
  • The Wild Tempest
  • Pemberley Afternoon
  • SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD
  • Soul Eater Omo
  • Shopping for Diapers
  • darker then black yin's desperate ride
  • Megan and Sarah, Emotional Rollercoaster
  • Kiplington School for Girls
  • Not so suttle hint
  • Kelli's in the Corner
  • Newsnight
  • Soul Eater
  • Yomiel`s Night of Desparation
  • Jordan
  • On that Christmas Night
  • The Test Subject
  • Sex and the Sea
  • Our Lady of Pee
  • Skyrim: Distortion
  • An Interruption
  • Holiday Specials
  • Of Cupboards and Dreams
  • Hard Boiled Legs
  • Thesis
  • Maddy
  • Space Wetters (The Story of Aurora Stardust)
  • RWBY
  • Goldenstorm's Story
  • FemScout's Desperate Run!!!
  • Sam's Graduation
  • The Yellow Sisters
  • The Juniper Triplets
  • Hana and Kimiko
  • Jenny and her friend Sara
  • steph226's Story
  • 'The Juniper Triplets' Side Stories
  • What He Never Noticed
  • a date with Mario
  • The Retriever
  • A Rōnin's tale
  • Nightclub drugs raid causes MASSES of desperation
  • Naughty Kitty
  • Beth and Him
  • Nah's bad day
  • Strider's property
  • The First Time
  • Matthew and me
  • It's Just Business, Honest
  • "So what is it Doctor?"
  • Carlsbad Caverns
  • the car
  • The Stable Girl
  • Junie & Thena: The Wet Age of the Law
  • Pain's Story
  • coffee troubles
  • Bad Idea
  • The Mishap of Taylor Swift
  • Granting me a wish
  • Coach Desperation
  • adevore155675's Story
  • Hunger Games Pee Desperation
  • Maddy and Haley
  • Forced wetting
  • Elsa's emergency
  • A change of underwear
  • Summer Camp
  • The Patient
  • Trouble with Yui
  • First Holding Session!!
  • Love Grows
  • To Lunambra: A Medieval Watersports Tale
  • Severa's bad day
  • On a Bus
  • A Desperate Detention You'll Never Forget
  • omodarling's Story
  • Desperate Camping
  • 3 litres...
  • Asuna's Journey Backwards
  • The Wet Hostage
  • I’m a real wild child
  • Suguha's Struggle
  • _____ _______'s Mixup Editting
  • Captainjoker1's Story
  • Accident (a7x fanfiction)
  • Arbor Gold
  • My Stories! :)
  • Boys' Night In
  • The Needs of the Many
  • way of the ruin
  • Not Quite As Planned
  • And It's All Your Fault Anyway
  • Silver Linings
  • Stuck together
  • Matilda Marie
  • Justice's Poem(s?)
  • Keiko's Plight
  • My first story
  • HS: Last Quarter
  • Just Let it Out (pt 1)
  • Justice's Short Stories
  • Rush Hour
  • 4 10 12
  • detention in diapers
  • Older sister wears diapers
  • _____ _______'s Mixup
  • Emily's Diary
  • Community Service
  • The Wet Dilemma of AppleJack
  • Katie and Daniel
  • Peter-P's Story
  • Female Desperation Stories I Have Witnessed
  • Emily's Christmas Adventure
  • The Tale of a Sorceress
  • Kirby’s Omo-Love Lesson
  • Kurt Omorashi
  • Poke omo fic
  • Pdpatti's Story
  • My Life as a Teenage Bedwetter
  • Samus The Padded Bounty Hunter
  • High School Holding
  • Hehe's Story
  • Omo High
  • The College Trip
  • Emma X Otacon
  • nena the high school dipper user
  • Other Stories
  • Taking Over the Family Business
  • BBCode Tests
  • Four Day Struggle
  • Elevator Desperation
  • Miku at School
  • Messing Contest
  • Allison’s Work Dilemma
  • Amy's Saga
  • Divine Intervention Gone Wrong
  • Five Nights of Holding
  • kitchen desperation
  • my first wetting/bedwetting
  • Road Trip
  • Desperation
  • Accidents happen
  • Omorashi Short Stories
  • A Striptease Like No Other
  • Exam-time desperation
  • Symmetry is Everything
  • KidIntheDark's Story
  • Terezi's Secret
  • Levi & Alex
  • Sarah, Elliot's Slave for a Week
  • Try something new
  • Matt and Koko Omorashi
  • Desperate ride...
  • Meeting at the Point
  • Appointments
  • Alice the beginning Ch. 1
  • Unintentional Invocation
  • Shiver
  • Katie Has A Very Public Accident in a Bar
  • Kaneki Has an accident
  • Age of Ultron: Omorashi (SPOILERS)
  • The Witches Wet
  • Ebisu-Sensei Vs. The Sexy No Jutsu
  • Jane's Aching Bladder
  • Omorashi stories
  • Moving in (With Sophia)
  • Commander Lyra
  • First Peeing Experiance
  • My 1st omo fanfic! (Pokemon)
  • Girls weekend out
  • Emily
  • camping
  • Harvest Moon
  • RpeeG
  • Eli
  • Afternoon in the Chokee
  • Unnecessary Functions
  • story of my life
  • Emotions, Tonight, and Tomorrow
  • public speech
  • Karkat Vantas: I need to go!
  • Henry(fill in later)
  • Doraemon Omorashi thing
  • Miyu's Regression
  • SAO messing fanfic
  • The Girl With The Iron Bladder
  • Diapered Housepets! : Grape
  • Erin's Wet Ride
  • Lust And Desperation
  • FNaF messing fic
  • Fetish Take Over
  • Misused Authority
  • LLTQ Beginnings
  • Discipline in the Dorm
  • Pan's Personal Purgatory
  • Knuckles's predicament
  • Fairy Tail Omorashi
  • A Town to Forget
  • diapered walk
  • Endless Desire
  • Samantha's Life
  • honeybell3's Story
  • school desperation
  • Brotherly problems
  • Uri Nova
  • War and Wet
  • Taylor And Me (The Long And Short Of It)
  • Holding Back
  • Sakura's Mistaken Identity
  • When Serena Met Dawn
  • fizzypop's Story
  • League of Desperation
  • JLIO RE-WRITE
  • Perfect
  • The World of Edren
  • The Sphere
  • Stuck...
  • Everyday Life With a Fetishist
  • Elsa's little problem
  • The Sphere: Dog for the Day
  • April And Diapers
  • How Do I End Up In These Situations?!
  • superomorashi's short Stories
  • hidden feelings and curiosities
  • Suburban Wasteland
  • The War
  • Meet the 13 Squads
  • Emily's Anniversary of an Accident
  • The Cinemas
  • The Winter Carnaval
  • Fairy Tail - Juvia's First Pee
  • The Lunambra Anthology
  • Steven Universe - The Wetting of the Gems
  • A Zorua, a Fennekin, and omorashi
  • A Valentine's Day Short Story
  • Emily and Anna's Valentine's Day
  • Robin's Issue
  • Beyond Desperation
  • WaityKaty's Story
  • Julia's Story
  • The Queen
  • How my diaper wearing started
  • My first diaper date,..many chapters
  • [Female] Fairy Tail Fanfiction
  • mama kyoya knows best
  • The Emerald Forest
  • Saiyica's misfortune
  • Helpless and Desperate
  • Hiccup's accident
  • The Dare Game
  • Persona 4: Accidents Galore!
  • Never a Bathroom in RPGs
  • Echoes of the past
  • The Graduate's Flame
  • Little Contest
  • Alicia the Alchemist
  • To Boldly Pee: The Omorashi Chronicles
  • Kidnapped
  • Life is great
  • I Bet You Can't
  • No Say in the Matter
  • OmoOrg News and Updates
  • The Moocommunity
  • Miaball
  • Golden Time Lover
  • Even Heroes Falter
  • When You Gotta Go-La in Alola
  • Fire Emblem: Golden Bonds
  • Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders
  • When a Dragon Can't Hold
  • Learned a New Skill: Relief
  • Video Game One-Shots
  • Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid One-Shots
  • Pushing Their Limits (My Hero Academia)
  • Peenoblade Chronicles 2
  • Stream of Kindness
  • Bladder Meter
  • Wanko to Risa - A Wanko to Kurasou inspired series
  • Peesona 5
  • Riveting Rivulets (A FanFic Collection)
  • The Bee and Barb
  • Dark Souls Collection
  • Liberty's wetting shorts
  • Unfinished Stories
  • Brotaku and the Omo adventures
  • Holding right now...
  • Little Punk Girl's Kinky Shenanigans
  • Desperate girls bathroom line at school.
  • Just a Journal [male]
  • Quick intro
  • The Legacy of Gold Universe
  • Male Desperation
  • Rising Star
  • Sonador's Furry Fictions
  • Searching for a video
  • Pee Diary
  • The Trials and Tribulations of an Omo Noob
  • Pee Adventurer
  • Lizzy
  • Golden Machinations
  • Adventures in pee holding
  • Johnah
  • Pix Holding :3
  • Johns Random Thoughts
  • Hopeful's Repository
  • True revenge
  • Technical Help Blog
  • The Azur Lane Omorashi And Other Urine Based Sexual Activities Association

Product Groups

  • Premium Subscriptions
  • Advertising

Categories

  • Omorashi Related
  • General kinks
  • Gender and appearance
  • Miscellaneous

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


FurAffinity


Twitter


Website URL


My pronouns are..


I'm into..

Found 33 results

  1. Version 1.0.0

    484 downloads

    A couple of cute outdoor diaper videos. Enjoy, Rach

    Free

  2. View File Outdoor Diaper Fun at the Beach A couple of cute outdoor diaper videos. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/26/2019 Category Diapers and ageplay  
  3. So this is an idea I had a while ago, and after some thought I’ve decided it could make a good story. While it is mostly fictional, it does adapt some real life people, locations, and events, but not to the extent where I could say it is based off of one. Also, sorry for not posting, I keep forgotting. A bunch of stuff has happened irl, including the breaking of both my monitor, my desk, my chair, and my leg. (Well actually I suspect it’s just dislocated, but my dad thinks it’s broken. I refuse to go to A&E after last time however, so I’ll be having my Nan who’s a doctor have a look at it before I decide if it’s worth going to the doctors over.) Intro I looked up at my friend, Karen, feeling a combination of terror, panic and anger. My carefully laid plans were collapsing around me. I’d been planning this holiday for ages, and as always, I’ve done considerable research and knew exactly what I thought we’d be doing: My family own a share in a villa, and I’d got permission from them for my friend to join us this year. I don’t always go with my family these days, but I’d decided to this time, and I thought it might be nice to bring a friend along for once. Strangely enough, they had accepted, despite them usually being very overprotective of me and not liking me interacting with people they don’t closely know, but maybe this was because they missed having me round for the holidays. I’d worked out that me and Karen could take an early flight, and then my family could come out later. I personally like early flights for whatever reason, but my family hate getting up early, and would rather fly in the afternoon. I didn’t mind however as I thought it’d give me and Karen a chance to have lunch while we waited and I could show her round some of the places near the airport. I’d even planned for a couple of hours of delay, as airports have ruined more of my plans than anything else by delaying flights. BUT OF COURSE THE AIRLINE HAD TO THROW A SPANNER IN THE WORKS The airline cancelled my family’s flight. The one thing I hadn’t planned for. Of course. And to add insult to injury, they wouldn’t own up immediately either; me and Karen waited in Faro airport for a good 4 hours before we recieved a text from my mum saying they’d just been told their flight wasn’t just delayed, it was cancelled. And worse than that, the flights for the rest of the week were fully booked. “This is the problem with flying in August!” I thought to myself, wishing my mum didn’t insist on traveling in the height of summer... End of Intro
  4. Dimwitrolo

    female Phoebe at the Beach

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    No toilets on the beach - where else can she go?
  5. as a mostly straight guy, male omo isn't really my thing, but i do make an exception to stuff that happens to me. i love to have accidents, particularly if i can make them into a fantasy in my mind, and particularly when i can do it out in public somewhere when i know i probably - but not definitely - won't get caught. part of me would love to get caught, though. anyway, one place i like to wet my pants is on the beach at night. usually there's not too many people about, and those that are would have a hard time seeing a wet patch on my board shorts in the dark, or hear the splattering of pee onto sand. as you'll see below, i like to use that to my advantage =3 so this is something that happened a years ago when i was around 24 or so. if it helps you to picture it, i'm a few inches shorter than average, dark brown hair, average build. back then i was kinda skinny, though, i used to do a lot of running back in the day. an ex once told me she thought i looked like ben whishaw, which i can kind of see if i turn my head and squint a bit. my hair's definitely a lot shorter though lol anyway, true story follows... - des If there's one thing we're spoiled for in Australia, it's beaches. One of my friends who I met when I was studying at uni in Sydney had a family beach house in Huskisson, NSW. Huskisson is one of the little coastal hamlets that line the shore of Jervis Bay which is one hell of a beautiful place. Sparkling white sand. Crystal clear water. Sand dunes rising up to rocky cliffs.There's a navy base out on the peninsula, and a couple of ships that sit on the far side of the crystal clear water. It's an extraordinary place and definitely worth a visit if you get the chance. My friend liked to invite me and my other mates out there when we had our mid-semester break in September. We'd go out there and spend the week getting blackout drunk, playing video games, movie marathons, various substance abusing, basically anything except doing the essays and reports that we would end up having to do in a mad rush when we got back. Anyway, I digress. The evening that this took place came after a long day of swimming and bushwalking around the capes. Two of my mates had gotten pretty badly sunburnt and had retired to their rooms with some aloe vera feeling sorry for themselves. The rest of us were so exhausted that it didn't matter, though, there wasn't going to be any partying that night. I ended up playing a few rounds of FIFA with a friend before he lost interest and went to bed. I flicked through a few channels to see what was on, and ended up landing on Tom Cruise's War of the Worlds. As I sat there watching, I became aware of a nagging need to pee. I decided to put off going to the toilet for a little while. Part of me was already laying the groundwork for me to have a bit of omo fun, but I sat there watching the movie and sipping at my beer for the time being - determined to wait a little before committing to anything. For one thing, I wasn't sure whether it'd be a good idea to act on the impulse with my friends all around the house, and for another I wanted to wait a bit and make sure they were all asleep before trying anything adventurous. As much as I'd be turned on by the humiliation of being caught having had an accident by a cute female my age or a little older, my friends were pretty typical college guys and didn't really fit the bill. But as I got more into the movie an idea began to form in my head that I couldn't shake out. The beach was dark, and not many people would be likely out and about. I still felt like I had a bit of energy, and I have always loved walking on the beach at night. The shortage of light pollution makes the night sky so much more vivid and alive. So I decided I'd drink a bit more until the urge was much more noticeable, and then go for a walk of just the right length to guarantee I wouldn't make it back dry. I finished my drink and started on another. And then the movie got to the bit where Tom and his kids are trying to make their way through a crowd onto a ferry and (spoiler!) a tripod comes over the hill behind the town to ambush the crowd and announcing itself with a blast of its horn. That gave me a little shiver. I could picture myself being hunted by one of those machines - trying to hide amid rubble, desperately hoping not to be found. I know the aliens all died in the end because they were too stupid to get vaccinated before beginning their conquest, but I think personally I'd probably fancy my chances better against zombies than tripods. Maybe it's because I'm already short, but the idea of a few giant enemies is more frightening to me than zombie hordes. Anyway, there was a power blackout. So I was left sitting there in the dark with my drink, listening to snores coming out of different rooms. As you can imagine, it didn't take me long to decide to head out. Standing up was interesting. When I had been sitting down, the urge to pee was definitely noticeable, but just by standing up my desperation doubled. I couldn't even stand up straight at first. I stayed there in front of my chair for a few seconds, annoyed that I had misjudged things and waited too long. I thought there was no way I'd make it down to the beach and that the safest thing might have been to abort, but I decided to try a few steps and I found that walking seemed to make it feel better. So I didn't hesitate any longer. I went out the door and slipped on my thongs (aka flip-flops, jandals, slippers, etc. we call them thongs), and wandered down the bitumen road to the beach. I had been right in thinking that not many people would be out. Jervis Bay is full of holiday homes and gets pretty busy in summer, but this was a midweek Spring evening in late September. The smell of cooked sausages wafting over the road from a house around the corner was the only evidence apparent to me of other people being about. There were lights on in plenty of houses, but most people had clearly turned in for the night. I ambled along a little more slowly than I'd normally walk. My level of desperation was probably a solid 8/10, and it was definitely inhibiting my ability to walk normally, but I was determined to make it down onto the beach and as far as possible to try to force it hit 10/10 when my body wouldn't give me a choice. And sure enough I made it to the beach a few minutes later, still at 8/10. There was a slight wind blowing as the waves crashed into the headland. The tide was still low, but coming in. I trudged along the sand enjoying the starry night sky, and I started to think to myself that I should have brought my drink with me to try to speed things along, because while my bladder was full enough to be noticeably uncomfortable, I felt it was still a fair way off being at capacity. I then heard some whooping and laughter from further up the beach. Somebody had lit a fire from driftwood, and I could make out a few figures running around with branches on fire like Tom Hanks in Castaway. I hesitated for a second. From the sound of their voices I deduced that it was group of young women, probably more students having a week off like me and my mates. Could I risk running into them in my condition and possibly having to stop and talk to them for a while? Things could happen very quickly if I made the wrong choice, and I was paralysed by the paradox of omorashi - how amazing would it be to have an accident in front of girls, but oh god, what if I they saw? I wanted to be caught, but I didn't want to be caught. The end result of my shyness and indecision was that I kept approaching them, but with a view to just keep walking straight past and see what'd happen. There was a lot of giggling coming from around their campfire, and it became obvious to me that they were pretty drunk. A couple of them who'd been splashing around in the water streaked back up to the fire when I got to about 100m away, and when I caught sight of their pale figures in the moonlight bolting back to their makeshift camp I realised they'd been skinny-dipping. 'Hey, there's someone over there! Kylie, put your towel on for heaven's sake!' The two girls who'd been in the water shrieked and dived down onto their towels quickly wrapping it around themselves. 'Sorry!' one of the girls called out as I wandered past, not confident enough to do anything but shamble past awkwardly, 'Hope you didn't see anything disturbing!' They started giggling amongst themselves at her remark and my brain was too scrambled to come out with anything witty or even vaguely self-assured. The pressure in my bladder seemed to have suddenly skyrocketed, and I was worried that maybe I had taken things a bit too far. 'No, you're all good!' I answered pathetically, 'Have a great night.' They went quiet for a bit and I took advantage of this to advance a bit further up the beach. I had probably gone another 50m beyond them when I decided I'd come far enough. I'd come down to the beach to have a bit of omo fun, and the girls nocturnal activities had thrown me for a bit of a loop. But now a naughty idea settled in my mind. I decided to have my 'accident' here, with the girls still in sight and within earshot - but far enough away that they probably wouldn't know exactly what I was doing. So I abruptly stopped walking and that jarring movement made my desperation ramp up to 9.5. That was enough for me. So I spread my feet and pushed my hands into my crotch, knowing full well that if any of the girls looked over at that moment they might well be able to guess what I was doing from my body language. Or at least what I wanted to do. I couldn't get started. It was a bit surprising and annoying considering how badly I needed to go, and rather than just stand there like an idiot I decided to walk on a bit in the hope that I could relax more. It was painful to walk by this stage, but mercifully it was only a few more steps. And that was because a couple of unexpected things then happened simultaneously like an omo god's deus ex machina to make me totally piss my pants. One of the ships out in the dark bay blasted its horn for a few seconds and at the same time the headlights of a car coming down the beach road slowly advanced down the beach towards me. I came to an abrupt stop and my desperation doubled again as I jammed my thighs together and bent my knees into a half crouch, but this time there was another element to it. The horn had reminded me of the Martians from the movie I'd been watching, and I suddenly imagined that there was a tripod that had ambushed me on the beach and that the headlights approaching me along the sand were its searchlights seeking me out. For that perfect moment I could feel fear, standing stock still as the searchlight closed in on me. I felt petrified, like a mouse that had been caught by a cat. And that was the trigger I needed. I started peeing suddenly and forcefully, completely without control. I couldn't have stopped if I'd desperately wanted to, and let's be honest - I desperately wanted not to stop. This was the first time in my life that I had managed to turn a planned and deliberate wetting into a genuine accident brought about by a fright, and the loss of control felt amazing. Tears of relief and pleasure filled my eyes as my dick became a high pressure hose hissing out warm liquid to envelop my crotch and flow down my thighs and calves into my sandals, and splattering noisily around my feet. At that moment I heard some more laughter coming from the girls camp - most likely unrelated to my situation, I knew - but in the moment I imagined to myself that they had noticed, and I could feel my face flushing in the dark as I envisioned them giggling as they watched me flood my shorts like a frightened little boy. My commitment to drama in this moment was total, and after probably 90 seconds of helplessly soaking my swimshorts I collapsed onto my knees in fulfillment of my fantasy. To my surprise, there was no puddle around where I was kneeling. The sand seemed to have taken all the evidence and absorbed everything. I was a bit disappointed because I had been eager to see how much I had managed to get out. I half hoped one of the girls might come over to see if I was alright only to catch me in obviously pissed pants, but of course, none of them did. My thongs squished and squeaked under my feet as I made my way back to the house. The wetness having gone cold wasn't an altogether bad feeling, and I stopped a couple of times to re-wet myself on the way back home as my bladder filled up again under the influence of the alcohol. That felt good, too, but none of it matched that perfect moment I got to have with my unwitting witnesses who would never know the absolute flooding they'd witnessed. I was still buzzing with excitement when I got back to the house. I had completely pissed my pants in 'fear' not 100m away from a bunch of drunk girls (who we later went on to meet, but that's another story). I couldn't even be 100% sure that they hadn't seen what had happened. I stepped into the shower and didn't even strip down before I'd started to play with myself. That was one hell of a beach walk.
  6. Just found this from an instagram post. During a podcast she has to pee and goes off camera. Sadly nothing shown but there is decent sound as the husband is explaining how its going. Starts around 16mins. https://youtu.be/hy4VRbIrpHI
  7. Megan felt very uncomfortable. She badly needed to pee. It was peaceful on the beach, but right now she would prefer to be within sight of a public toilet block. She sat up and looked round. Blue sky, blue sea, yellow sand, grey cliffs and brown rocks. 'Em,' she said. Emily opened her eyes and squinted at her. 'Em, I don't suppose you saw any loos here?' Emily shook her head, then sat up. She too looked around. 'I've gotta tinkle too.' Pause. 'The sea still looks cold.' The two students had paddled ankle-deep in the water, but no deeper, when they arrived that morning. Emily looked at the rocks down the beach. A girl could find a hidden corner there she thought. 'Shall we go for a stroll down the beach?' Megan understood. She nodded. Both women stood up, brushing sand off their limbs, adjusting sunglasses and stepping into beach shoes. Picking up their bags they walked away from their towels, chatting easily. After a few minutes they got to the rocks. It was a bit of a scramble over hard, uneven ground. And there were still people sitting higher up the beach near those rocks. It was a bit more exposed than Megan had expected. They went on a bit further. The stretching and clambering was putting a strain on her self-control. She slipped on some seaweed and almost wet herself. 'Em, I think this will have to do. I'm gonna piss myself if I slip again.' 'Yeah, I almost lost it a minute ago.' Emily looked all round, 'Someone's going to see us wherever we go, but it's pretty quiet here.' And saying that Emily stepped onto the sand between two large rocks. She turned to look towards the people sitting at the base of the cliffs, put her bag on a rock, then hooked her thumbs over her bikini bottom and flicked it her thighs. She leaned forward whilst sticking her bum out towards the rock and pissed down on the sand. Megan realised that Emily had taken the best place for a pee. She would have to wait her turn for it, or choose a more public spot. She decided she couldn't wait. So standing on the rock where she was, she pushed her swimsuit straps off her shoulders, then rolled it down, letting her breasts swing loose and then pushed it down towards her knees. She half-crouched as she did so, as if she were hovering over a pub toilet. Her piss flowed almost immediately, a gentle trickle that then jetted from her. She looked down to watch it forcefully squirting and splashing on the rocks between her feet. She felt self conscious in the open with the sun and breeze on her back. She looked up and saw a young man - about her own age - had spotted her stripping off and was now staring at the fit naked woman sideways on, pissing in plain sight in front of him. She had gone past the point of self-control and knew there was no point trying to stop. Nor could she move out of sight from him. Her eyes met his and he smiled. She smiled back. He seemed to be enjoying watching her. She put her finger to her lips. 'Shhh! Our secret! Don't tell!' 'Meg! You tart!'. Emily - also still urinating fiercely on the sand - saw what she was doing. Never a girl to miss an opportunity, she finished her wee and made sure he got a good glance at her; she flashed him, front and bum as she wiped and pulled up. She even managed to flash her tits at him under the pretence of adjusting her bikini top. Megan then made sure he had a full opportunity to admire her slim body once she had finished and gave him a friendly wave before returning to her towel. Megan returned to that spot - alone - for another pee a couple of hours later. He also went there to relieve himself then, and they spent a little time together. But that's another story.
  8. I've decided to take another crack at writing a story here. For a while now I've wanted to do a new one, but lacked the ideas or motivation. This one just kinda came to me, so I ran with it. Hope you enjoy it, and remember that feedback is always appreciated. ^_^ The grey sedan pulled away from the lake at a steady pace. It was no different than any other on the road at the time... that is, excluding its passengers. Mina sat in the back-right seat, her younger sister Nora situated to her left. They say to live life with no regrets, but Mina was regretting a handful of things on her ride home. Unbeknownst to either of her parents, she was in urgent need of a rest stop, and had been for most of the afternoon. She kept her right hand placed subtly between her legs, gently pressing against the green fabric of her bikini bottoms. Nora seemed to be paying no mind to Mina's predicament, though Mina suspected her sister to be well aware of the situation at hand; what she thought of it was unknown. Looking out the window at the abundance of trees they flew by, Mina recalled the afternoon's events, and how they had led her to be in this position. "We're here, everybody," spoke Corey, Mina's father. Slowing down the sedan, Corey pulled into the parking lot just outside of the beach. The family had been planning this day for weeks in advance, and all four of them were more than ready to have some fun in the sun. For Mina, though, it would have to wait. During the car ride there, Mina had noticed her bladder begin to signal her that she needed to go. Knowing not to take any chances, Mina made a mental note to stop at the public restrooms first thing upon arriving. Surely she would be fine if she went right away. The two young girls practically flew out of the back seat of the sedan. Of the four of them, they were looking forward to this day the most by far. 13-year-old Mina quickly dressed out of her t-shirt and shorts, exposing her newly developed figure covered only by a green, two-piece swimsuit. 12-year-old Nora, still flat as a brick, did the same to reveal her blue, one-piece swimsuit, and the two quickly ran out onto the sand. Corey and Anna, their mother, soon followed behind, carrying the beach towels and whatnot. "Kids, huh," Anna said to her husband with a hint of playful exasperation. Mina thoroughly scanned the beach, and soon spotted the restrooms a fair distance away. "Wait here Nora, I've gotta go to the bathroom real quick," she said to her sister before running off. Nora didn't bother to respond, and merely allowed their parents to catch up. In truth she greatly enjoyed spending time with Mina, but would never admit it. Being left behind like that was a constant occurrence, and it did get annoying after a while. Soon Mina arrived at the restroom, hiding the faintest bit of irritation at how far it was from her family's spot. She certainly wasn't looking forward to the possibility of a second trip if she had to go again before they left. Approaching the door, Mina gripped the handle tight and pulled - the door didn't budge. She tried again, but with a push this time - still nothing. She thought she could hear a faint voice call out the word "occupied" from behind the door, but it was too hard to tell. Assuming the best, she headed back to the others having decided to try again later. The day progressed, and amidst the fun of the beach Mina had forgotten about her need... for a while at least. When it resurfaced it had increased at least two fold. Mina quickly returned to the restroom, but sadly found the same result as when she had tried earlier. Either she had really bad timing, or somebody was taking way too long in there. When she rejoined her family she was noticeably desperate, which Nora made a point of inquiring about. "What's wrong, sis?" she asked. "Somebody's hogging the bathroom," Mina replied, softly bouncing from foot to foot. Nora paused for a moment before suggesting, "Why not just go in the water?" Mina was shocked at the response. To her, peeing in the water at a beach was just as bad as peeing in a pool, despite being much easier to get away with. She pushed the thought out of her mind and went on enjoying herself once again, though it became more difficult to do so as time passed. Growing more desperate, she recalled Nora's suggestion. Pee in the lake? Never, she thought, It's wrong... right? Laying down on a beach towel with one leg over the other, Mina found herself unable to relax. Tossing and turning ever so slightly, she began to wonder how much more she could take. Going in the water was starting to sound like a good idea right about now. Meanwhile, Nora was stepping back onto dry land, having just relieved herself in the cool waters. She found it to be quite convenient, and actually enjoyed the devious aspect of it - another thing she would never admit. Grabbing a spare towel to dry herself off, she noticed Mina shifting uncomfortably on the sprawled out towel below. Nora too began to wonder now how exactly Mina was going to handle her situation. She had reached a point at which muscle strength alone wouldn't do her much good, but holding herself in such a public place certainly wasn't an option. Mina stood from the towel and looked ahead at the lake. It was now or never. Step by step, she approached the water with a subtle gait. As the light waves fizzled out on the shore they splashed cold water onto Mina's feet. The sudden chill rapidly ran up her body and immediately struck her bladder, causing it to contract and shoot a brief spurt into her bikini bottoms. It felt warm, almost nice, but distress and embarrassment easily overpowered that feeling. Mina threw her hands between her legs to ebb the impending flow of urine. Having regained control, she quickly removed her hands in hopes that nobody had seen her. Now more used to the cold splashes, she stepped forward again, only to hear an utterly dreadful call. "Don't go back in the water, hun. We're leaving soon and you won't have time to dry off." It was Anna, and she had cried the words which Mina had wanted to hear the least right now. The family packed up their things and soon returned to the sedan in the parking lot. Nora slipped back into her clothes, but Mina elected to only put her shirt back on. The added pressure on her bladder from her shorts might be too much. The four reentered the sedan and Corey pulled it out of the parking lot, ready to return home after a long day of fun. Mina sat cross-legged in the back-right seat once again, now greatly doubting her ability to make it home. She was a big girl now, though. She could hold it... couldn't she? With such an unignoreable pressure in her abdomen, she was starting to believe otherwise. Slow as molasses did the minutes pass. The trip home seemed to take infinitely longer than the trip there. How Mina's bladder could play such a trick on her mind, she was unsure of. None the less, it was a cruel trick. A cruel, cruel trick indeed. At this point she could no longer refrain from pressing at least one hand down upon her innocent girlhood. Any less and she was sure her inner levee would burst in a golden deluge. Mina's foot rhythmically tapped on the floor of the sedan in a futile attempt of distraction, something her parents assumed she was doing along to the music of the radio. Suddenly the road hit a bump, catching Mina completely off guard. Unprepared to the sudden lift, her bladder shot another spurt into her bikini bottoms. Needing both hands to maintain control, Mina's situation had become blatantly obvious to anyone paying attention, which at this point was only Nora. This was certainly a major problem, and with no solution in sight, Mina began to lose hope. Nora had been watching her sister out of the corner of her eye almost the entire time. For some inexplicable reason she was fascinated with Mina's plight, wanting nothing more than to see the outcome. It was like watching a television show with a suspenseful climax, except this was all too real. Snickering to herself in her mind, Nora thought about how Mina should have just gone in the lake when she suggested it. But on the other hand, if she had then there would not be such a show to be put on. Overall Nora was torn between feeling bad, smug, and even a little excited. As Mina rocked back and forth in her seat, she looked out the window once more to see her salvation. "Rest Stop - Next exit" was printed on the sign at the side of the road. "Dad, dad, can we stop?" she said, sounding a little more eager than she wanted to. "I supposed we could," Corey replied, "We have been driving for a while." A couple of minutes later, Corey pulled the sedan into the parking lot of the rest stop. As soon as they came to a stop, Mina threw her door open and jumped out of her seat. "I'll be right back!" she called, already on her way to liberation. Running so fast, she leaked another few drops into her bikini bottoms, but that was trivial at this point. Mina dashed into the rest top and headed down the hall marked with the ladies room sign. But there was another sign at the end of the hall, one which Mina absolutely dreaded, a sign that read "Out of Order". So close, and yet so far. Relief had been dangled in front of her nose and then pulled away at the last moment. Mina bounced from foot to foot with both hands between her legs. There had to be something she could do. Heading back down the hall, she looked past the exit and spawned a sketchy idea in her mind. Opposite the hall to the ladies room was another identical hall leading to the men's room. It was wrong on so many levels, but it was her only option. Not wasting any time arguing with herself, she made her way down the hall and approached the door. After knocking first to make sure the room was empty, Mina reached for the door handle and slowly pulled it open. Peeking her head inside, she was greeted with a horrifying sight, and an equally horrifying smell. The room was in the worst condition imaginable, lacking any sort of cleanliness and filled with an indescribable stench. A disgust of this magnitude could overpower any need, including Mina's own need for relief. She would much rather have an accident than set foot in such a terrible place. With nothing left for her to do inside, Mina hobbled her way out of the rest stop, her hands still buried between her thighs. Each step led her to leak another drop, and the small stain left on her bikini bottoms would soon not be so easy to hide. Mina crept outside, scared to face her parents while on the brink of wetting herself, something she hadn't done in years and had no desire to go back to. By this point though it was unavoidable, and something she would have to face... or would she? Her parents weren't paying attention, and she took the opportunity to sneek behind the rest stop. Her bikini bottoms would remain dry yet, and with luck any evidence of her struggle would go unnoticed. Hidden behind the small structure, Mina knew it was now or never. Having leaked one last time, she stood facing the wall and squatted down. Pulling her bikini bottoms to the side, she closed her eyes and let loose. An audible hiss filled the air as Mina emptied the contents of her bladder onto the wall of the rest stop. The golden stream shot out of her with much force, the pressure built throughout the afternoon being released all at once. Mina sighed with relief. There was nothing quite so satisfying as finally letting go after a long hold, and Mina definitely felt that satisfaction right now. Her urine struck the wall and splattered over the ground below, some of it reaching her sandals and feet. At this point she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was finally free from the annoying tug of a full bladder. As her stream slowed to a trickle, Mina opened her eyes and looked down to admire her handiwork. She was amazed at just how much she had gone, the wall in front of her completely drenched. Suddenly Mina heard what sounded like footsteps coming from around the corner, and quickly stood up, moving her bikini bottoms back into place over her dampened lips. She ran the other way around the building and returned to the sedan, acting as if she had simply gone about a normal bathroom break. Mina opened the door and slid into the back seat, almost immediately noticing that Nora wasn't there anymore. "Hey, where did Nora go?" she asked. "Oh, she decided to go to the bathroom as well," Anna replied, "Did you not pass by her in there?" Mina was silent. The footsteps, could that have been Nora? Did she see what Mina had done? When Nora returned she said nothing of the matter. Either she hadn't seen a thing, or just didn't want to say anything about it. Mina couldn't be sure, but rather than spend the rest of the day suspicious of her sister, she simply sat back and enjoyed the fact that she made it through the day accident free. Well, there you have it. Be sure to tell me what you think. I'm rather fond of these characters I've come up with, so let me know if you'd like to see more of them in the future.
  9. This is the first story I write on this forum. Sorry if my english is bad. A long time ago (I think I was 18), I was on holliday in the South of France with my parents. One day we went to the beach (Mediterranean Sea). It was a warm and sunny day and the beach was crowded with people. We picked out a spot on the beach and laid our towels. After a while, I saw two attractive Dutch girls (I think they were sisters, somewhere in the age of 16 or 17) with their parents on the beach looking for a free spot. They were both wearing a bikini and a knee-length cutoff jeans. They picked out a free spot on the beach only a few metres away from our place. I always like the combination of bikini with jeans shorts so they got my attention. While their parents laying out the towels, the girls started make themself ready for a swim. I noticed that, for some unknown reason, one of the girls decided to not take off her jeans shorts. She was going to swim in her jeans shorts! As I always like to see wet jeans, she now got really my attention. She walked slowly with their sister into the sea and their jeans shorts became wet. Nice! We stayed at the beach a few hours and it was a pleasure to see her swimming, walking and sunbathing in her dripping wet jeans shorts, and I enjoyed the idea that it should feel really sandy and salty. But the best came at the end. After a few hours their parents decided to leave the beach and they started cleaning up the towels and stuff. I saw both girls going quickly back into the sea and they stopped when they were half in the water. After that, they standing still for a while and giggled towards each other. They were peeing into the sea! And yes, the girl with the jeans shorts was still wearing them. She was peeing through her jeans shorts into the sea, in the middle of many people! Too bad the jeans shorts were too far under water to really see the pee stream, but I'm sure she was peeing, along with her sister. After then they came out of the water and leaved the beach. Later that day we visited the village and I encountered her again while visiting a shop. She was still wearing her jeans shorts, along with a t-shirt. I saw that her jeans shorts were still a little wet and sandy and I enjoyed the idea that she was still wearing them, despite the fact she swam in them the whole midday and even peed in them! Hope you like this story!
  10. Version 1.0.0

    390 downloads

    Girl peeing in other girl at beach

    Free

  11. There is quite a lot of content out there of people wetting themselves on the beach. In many cases, the subjects seem to be very casual about it, seemingly much more-so than peeing pants in other situations. There are even some photos and videos of what look like mainstream content (with models similar to sports illustrated swimsuit issue or what have you) where the models casually pee in their bikinis. While I may be biased, I get the impression that perhaps peeing yourself at the beach is socially acceptable among the general public. I was curious if anyone else here agrees / disagrees with this and might have any personal stories of themselves or people they know that might support or reject the notion that peeing yourself at the beach is widely socially acceptable. Living in a warm state with lots of beaches, I have witnessed a few wettings at the beach. In one case, I overheard a small group of people tanning on the beach start laughing, followed by a girl with jean shorts (wet in the crotch and butt) standing up and briskly walking out into the water waste deep, splashing her legs and her shorts as she waded in. I also had a friend, who to my knowledge does not have a related fetish, boldly announce that he was peeing and laugh about it as he wet his swim shorts. Anyway, I'm looking forward to hearing anyone else's take on this, and any stories.
  12. Lea sat down on her soft towel, feeling the gusty wind and the lovely heat. She felt the hot sand between her toes and the summer breeze on her face. "Nothing can ruin this day!" She said to herself. Staring at her skinny body loving her cute outfit. Short jeans with the zipper down only covering her revealed orange bikini bottoms that encased her small ass. As she looked up, she saw her A cup bikini tops and her red unbuttoned shirt with Hawaii style imagery on it. She felt that her cups were one problem for getting cute boys, but she looked at a different perspective for her short yet skinny young body. Her eyes were fixed on a cute boy named Davis, wearing a surf top and pants. Realizing that she was day dreaming, Lea snapped to reality back to find Davis was walking her way! "Hey Lea" said Davis, making Lea blush in multiple shades of red. Davis giggled before realizing that Lea might just have a crush on him. Thinking to himself "A girl likes me? No... That can't be true!" "Ummm... He-He-H-urn.... H-hi Dav-is-s" replied Lea snapping Davis out of his little thinking moment. Davis put the puzzle together, the multiple love notes, gifts and ect must have been her! "My god am I an idiot" Davis said as he was thinking out loud not long before covering his mouth and blushing himself. Lea felt a little sensation inside of her. She had put it aside all morning, but now of all times it came... Her bladder was full and was ready to go. Davis said "Lea... Oh god I can't believe it took this long..." Lea's bladder was yelping for release as she grabbed her crotch and started squirming. Davis was too busy talking to notice that Lea needed to go. "I can't believe that it took so long for me to say this..." Lea was at her breaking point. "I love you too..." As Davis grabbed Lea and hugged her before leaning and kissing her. The shock of this made Lea's bladder go. Davis couldn't notice that Lea was leaking hot urine into her bikini bottoms and into her short jeans before going down her legs. Seconds later, Davis smelt around and relised what had just happened, staring down at Lea's soaked bottoms and shaking body. Lea started crying hanging her head in shame and coveri her eyes. Lea had just wet herself and was still going. Davis stared down at his wet pants before looking back at her. When she finished peeing, Lea was crying like a baby, kneeling on the urine soaked sand. Davis snapped out of his little trance and came to her side, hugging her deeply and saying "it's ok... It's ok..." To be continued? Comment if you want more!
  13. Anne, a cheery 18-year-old girl with short blonde hair, had always loved going to the beach. Every time she went to one, she would wear her bikini under her regular clothes and take them off in plain sight when she approaches the water. Then she would jump into the water and swim so far away that the lifeguards could barely see her. Today, she plans to go to the beach in her new blue bikini, complete with white stripes. She rushes out the door and rides her bike all the way to the beach, only to see that the beach was closed due to a storm that was said to be coming. Seeing that she had already went through the trouble of putting on her bikini, she ignores the warning and runs straight towards the water. She takes a deep breath and dives three feet underwater, and luckily finds a shiny pearl at the sea floor. "Wow, this is pretty," she thought, as she takes the pearl and stuffs it in her bikini top. "I wonder what else I could find under here?" Meanwhile, just on the other end of the beach, a stern-looking 18-year-old male with a skin color a little darker than Anne's and black spikes, approaches a boulder with a towel and a backpack and sits in the shade behind it. He didn't want to go into the water; he just wanted some peace and quiet. He reaches into his backpack and takes out a sketch pad and some pencils and begins to sketch a picture of a blonde-haired girl about his age swimming in the water. Just as soon as he finishes about half an hour later, he notices a blonde-haired girl suddenly jumping out the water to catch her breath. What was ironic about it, though, was that this girl looked exactly like the one in his drawing, except the one in his drawing had more of a one-piece outfit, and was based off a girl that he knew back home. He stares at this girl as she slowly walks out of the water and strains her hair of the water that got into it. He then notices her staring in his direction and running straight towards him. "Calvin?!" the girl called as she finally approaches him...with her hands between her crossed legs. "Anne? Is that you?" Calvin asked, seconds before noticing the bit of a pose Anne was making. "What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing," Anne replied, trying to hide the fact that she needed to pee. But it was clearly obvious that she's trying to hold it in. She skimps around to look for a restroom, but the only one in sight was on the other side of the beach near the entrance, which is locked because the beach was closed. Of course, she could just go, but she didn't want Calvin to see her stream, not to mention that her "goods" would be completely exposed. So, she sticks to plan C: go in the water. Calvin stares at Anne as she rushes toward the water and suddenly stop right outside the water's reach with her legs crossed. As she holds still, he could see a stream coming out from between her legs that spurted out in the back. By the time the stream had stopped about thirty seconds later, she was crying. At this point, he didn't know whether to run before she gets pissed, or try to help her out, so he flips a coin. It lands on heads. He picks up his blanket to shake the sand off of it. Then he slowly approaches Anne, who quickly noticed him coming. "Uh...You okay?" Calvin asks. "Y-Yes," Anne responded, slowly wiping away her tears. Calvin stares at the dark patch between her legs. She sees him looking, but didn't care because she knew that he has seen her wet herself. "Do you have anything to change into?" Calvin asks. Anne shook her head no. "I came here like this." Calvin wondered why, but was too distracted by the yellow stain on Anne's bikini bottom. Anne blushes, but comes up with an idea. She whispers into Calvin's ear. Calvin looks confused. "You sure you wanna do that?" "Uh-huh." Calvin wraps the towel around Anne's waist, covering the lower part of her body. He then reaches for her bikini bottom and slowly pulls them down. He takes them to his backpack, where he then takes out a bucket and fills it with some of the sea water, and puts them in it. Anne could feel a breeze going up her legs as she could see the sky turning dark. "A storm is coming," she thought to herself. "I really should head home, now. Then again, the rain could save me the trouble of taking a shower." The winds started to pick up, and it didn't seem to be a light one. Just in the nick of time, Calvin comes back with her bikini bottom, looking as if the little accident she had never existed. He raises her legs so he could put them back on her, but suddenly, a very strong gust of wind had blown away the towel that she was wearing, leaving her "goods" completely exposed. Calvin quickly turns in the other direction and pulls her bikini bottom all the way up, almost giving her a wedgie. Anne blushes very deeply as she pulls him to his feet and kisses him on his lips. As he finally decides to kiss back seconds later, the two were suddenly hit by a big wave that crashed down on them and slammed them toward the sand. But this had only made Anne's desire for Calvin even greater.
  14. Version 1.0.0

    979 downloads

    Rina Di wets two bikinis at the beach.

    Free

  15. 241 downloads

    Title from FC2. Girl in a bikini pees outdoors at the beach.

    Free

  16. We had chosen to go to the beach.It was mid-day by the time we pulled up. As students, we weren't exactly great at early mornings. The beach wasn't much, a carpark and a large strech of sand dunes that gradually levelled into a sandy beach. But it was sunny and we had beer, so we were happy. Beth was the first out the car, as per usual, quickly followed by Faye. They made an odd pair. Beth was tiny, petite and gorgeous, with a love of short dresses and a ridiculous dose of confidence. Faye was taller, with white blonde hair that reached her waist. She was...not so confident, to say the least.We wandered down the beach till we found a good spot, and sat for a good couple of hours chatting. By my second beer, my bladder started to feel uncomfortably full. Finally I spoke up."Is there a bathroom anywhere along the beach?" I asked. Beth laughed"Did you see one? Nearest is ten minutes drive from the carpark" she shrugged "Just go here". Faye glanced up, her eyes wide "You can't go here, it's a public place!" She squeaked.I glanced around at the empty beach, hesitant "Where should I go?" I asked, eyeing the nearby dunes, the only real cover. "If you're nervous, I'll go first" Beth offered. I nodded, watching to see where she entered the dunes. Instead she simply got up, walked a metre or so from us, and removed her black lace panties. "You just have to relax, and then..." she trailed off as a few drops fell from under her skirt, followed by a steady stream that splashed into the sand. She went for perhaps thirty seconds before the stream ended and she retrieved her panties.Watching her go had only increased my needs. I had gone from uncomfortably full to having to tense myself to stop any leaks. There was no chance I'd last the walk back, never mind the car journey. "Okay" I sighed, standing up. "Maxine, don't!" Faye grabbed my arm as I stood "It's so...open" she frowned.I pulled my arm away and walked towards where Beth had gone. My shorts meant I had to squat, rather than stand. Despite the fullness of my bladder, it took a few seconds of closing my eyes and breathing steady before the first trickle started to escape me. Instinctively I tensed up, before relaxing enough to start again. I sighed in relief as my discomfort vanished, focussing instead on completely emptying my bladder, till I finally felt done, standing up and pulling up my shorts. Beth applauded jokingly, whilst Faye looked...terrified "Can we go?" She asked. "We've only been here a few hours" I complained "It's an hour and a half walk back to the car...and we've finished our drinks" she argued "Please?".I looked at Beth, who only shrugged and shouldered her bag.Within fifteen minutes walking, I noticed Faye was quiet."Are you okay?" I asked, falling back beside her. "I'm fine" came the reply. "Are you mad at us for wetting on the beach?" Beth joined in "It's fine" Faye muttered. But I couldn't help but feel like it had somehow upset her. Either way, we kept walking. Another fifteen minutes passed. I kept an eye on Faye. Whenever we stopped, she kept figeting. It had been nearly four hours since we reached the beach, and she had drank at least two bottles of water and two beers. But I knew mentioning that would only make her defensive, so I ignored it. No less that ten minutes later, she froze for a few seconds, grabbing her crotch."Faye?" Beth asked. Faye nodded, removing her hand but keeping her legs crossed "How long to the car?" She asked in a strained voice. I told her it was still almost an hour away and she nodded "You okay?" I asked. She grinned sheepishly "I have to...go...a little. But I can hold it"This carried on for the next twenty minutes. Faye went from a normal pace to tiny steps, clutching herself in a way that would have horrified her under any other circumstance. Every now and then a small whimper would escape her, till Beth and I were stopped by a shriek. We turned round to see Faye doubled over, hands between her legs, her face bright red."This is ridiculous!" Beth snapped "Just go into the dunes and go. You're going to hurt yourself if you dont" I nodded in agreement. Despite Beth not being the most sympathetic, she was right. Faye wasn't going to make it to a bathroom like this. "I'll stand guard and check nobody is coming, nobody will see you" I offered. Faye was silent, a humilated blush covering her cheeks as she nodded, edging herself into the dunes with us following. Once in the dunes she unbuttoned her light blue cut-off jeans. I stared at the visible bulge of her bladder before turning away to watch over the dunes. A few minutes passed in silence before I heard a small sob "I can't" I turned around to Faye, awkwardly squatting in the sand. She quickly pulled her jeans up as she saw me, bent double "It hurts so bad but I can't make myself go!" She cried "I just make it hurt more". She looked so upset and pathetic I couldn't help but run over to hug her. She was still bent over, forcing my taller form to awkwardly bob under her. I could feel her bladder, rock hard, barely touching me, as an idea formed in my head. I shifted slightly, so my knee pressed inbetween her legs, forcing them open. Then suddenly pulled her against me with all my might, pushing her bladder into me. "Max!" She yelped. I pushed my elbow into her side to make her jump "Max, stop, I'm-" she choked out, ending in a gasp. For a few seconds I wasn't sure. Then a wet warmth started to soak the front of my shorts where I was pushed against her, sending a tingle of electricity through me. Her head pressed into my shoulder as she moaned in relief as my shorts became heavier and wetter, till her own jeans could take no more and it streamed down her legs, splashing my knee pressed between them and puddling around our feet. As the stream slowed I had to use all my self control to not grind against her, frantic for release. She stepped back, panting slightly, and covered her mouth in horror as she saw the damage. Her pale blue shorts were soaked, almost completely dark, and the front of my black shorts were shiny and dripping "It's okay. It's just an accident" I smiled "Just go tell Beth I'll catch up in a second". She nodded, bolting away. I barely waited to see if she was out of sight before slipping my hand down into my panties, rubbing frantically. Within seconds waves of pleasure exploded through me with such force I crumpled to my knees, into the damp sand. I knelt for a few second, regaining my composure and making the decision that I must try a few more 'accidents' in the future.
  17. I was at the beach today, and I had a bit of fun. I drank a lot of Gatorade today (makes me need to pee fast), and I swam a bit with my girlfriend, Madison. After about an hour, I really had to pee. I kept holding, but Maddi went back to the house. I waited a bit more, and decided I should try to wet myself on accident. I laid on a towel and tried to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep. I let a little pee out, and finally nodded off. When I woke up, my bladder was almost empty, and I was soaked. I rolled in it a bit, and rung out the towel. I have never wet myself so much before! I realized that since I was wearing my jean shorts, people could tell I had wet myself. Oops! I ended up just taking off the shorts since I was wearing my swim suit suit under it. This was the best wetting I have EVER had, and I'll do some more while I'm here. I plan on doing one tomorrow, so keep checking for more! Love ~TokyoPanda~ P.S. Sorry this is so short, I forgot to type this up, and it got pretty late.
  18. About a year after the last story, we were at the beach for the summer holidays. That holiday she peed herself for me twice and these are the stories. One day we were taking a walk along the beach between the town we were staying and the next one (there are several small towns along the shore separated by a few miles one from the other). There were some people doing the same route, both directions, but not too many. Suddenly she tells me to stop, that she's gonna get in the sea a minute because she has to pee. I tell her to wait, while my brain runs... how can I use this situation??... looking around I see that there are just a few walkers, no one too close and no one staying in the sand, so I tell her "ok, you can pee and THEN go to the sea" She replies "ok" with a smile and keeps walking. She's wearing a black one-piece swimsuit and a pareo (a piece of cloth worn wrapped around the body) on top of it, long to just above her knees. I try to look at her legs without being to obvious, taking a little distance, but nothing happened. She tells me "It's difficult to pee when you know that you shouldn't do it" and I reply "If you can't pee maybe you're not that desperate" but she says "no, now I'm doing it" and I look down and sure she was :), walking beside her I can see the streams of pee dancing down the inside of her legs as she walks. That's all I can see from where I am (I wish I could be one of the walkers and being just some steps behind us) but it's enough to give me a hard-on. After that she walked into the sea and let the water wash her legs and the crotch of her swimsuit. The other wetting happened one night that we went to the movies. There she drank a large soda, and after the movie ended we left without her going to the toilet. A while ago I had told her that I wanted her to pee in public for me (or at least not at home). Even she had peed herself at the beach, I tough that maybe she was going to pee herself in the way to the house, since it was night we had to walk several blocks in a part of the town where there was almost no one in the streets. But she didn't seem to need to pee, and we arrived to the house without incidents. Once there I tried to get "romantic", but she stopped telling me that she first needed to go pee. The conversation when on something like this: - Wait, I need to go to the toilet - No, you can't - Please, I have to pee - And I don't let you go - Come on, I don't want to wet myself So I propose a challenge. We play a match of Boggle, if she wins she can go to the toilet, if I win, she can't... I must say that even when she won me sometimes, I'm better than her at the game, so it was almost a sure bet. So we begin to play, and I take the lead. Meanwhile she's struggling to hold it while trying to find words, and I'm enjoying every minute. We are at what seems to be the last round, and I'm about to win, but I play it poorly and finish at only two or three points of the goal, with her about twenty points behind. She suffers seeing that there'll be another round, as I see her struggling to hold. In the final round I beat her by far, and finally win the game. - What should I do know - she asks me, the desperation clear in her face. - Let's go outside - and point to the door that leads to the garden. As I take the camera, she begins to walk to that door, throw the kitchen, with her legs close together and walking with short steps. I get outside first and wait for her. She passes the gate and begins to slowly lose it, I can see a spot in her crotch and when she passes by me, walking to the grass, there's a wet spot growing down one of her legs. She gets to the grass and the floodgates open... and you can see what happened next: Gus
  19. I'm sorry, I don't know how to post videos from the internet here, but this is the link: http://www.xtube.com...p?v=r00i7-S648- Even though I'm not really into female desperation, I still liked this one :)
  20. Today is a wonderful day so I decided to go to the beach with my friend Yuudachi, we are friend since we first met in the main fleet of our admiral, she's very funny and I like going out with her. The beach is so pretty, we usually float on water but I admit that being here is a very different experience, there're so many people around play and walking, I never saw so many people, I'm happy. Our beloved admiral said we should drink a lot since the sun is strong here so he gave us watermelons, Yuudachi devored it, she really likes how it taste, I like it too it's very refreshing, I'm sure this day will be a very happy day.
  21. Hi everyone! I'm (eventually) back with a new experience I was lucky enough to live this summer. As always, your feedback is welcome! P. S. : as English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes or typos. ? _________________________________________________________ This summer, I went on holidays in Corsica with my parents. We were to meet some friends of theirs I didn’t know and rent a big house for a week. At first, I was not super excited, as I thought I would be the only “young” one there, but as I live quite far from my parents, it also was an opportunity to spend time with them. But upon arrival, I realized that I was not alone: a couple of my parents’ friends had also come with their daughter. Let’s call her Mel. Mel was on her early 20s. She was quite short with a fit body, curly blonde hair, hazel eyes and a communicative smile. She was wearing a white low-cut T-shirt that highlighted her medium-size firm breasts and a white skirt that stopped mid-thigh. We started chatting and immediately got on well. She was full of life, funny, and could talk for hours about everything…Well, you guessed. I had a crush on her. On the evening, we were all too tired to cook dinner, so we decided to go to the beach restaurant. It was that kind of “pasta – pizza – burgers – sandwiches – fish – meat – salad – pretty much everything that resembles food” restaurants, but it was the only one within foot reach. We took the 10 minute walk and arrived on the beach, admired the magnificent view of the turquoise water and sat to a table. The dinner went on without noticeable event. Mel was in front of me, so we completely forgot about the others and talked about music, books, university… Time flew by and I did not give much care to the chewy pizza I was eating. To be fair, I was also taking quick glances of her cleavage every now and then… But to each their weaknesses… J As we were waiting for the desert, Mel got up and told me she was going to the toilets. She came back only one minute after, so I teased her a bit: “ Hey, you’re faster than Speedy Gonzalez! - No, I couldn’t use the toilets! They’re flooded.” I couldn’t believe it. This only happens in badly scripted omorashi stories, right? The owner of the only restaurant on the beach cannot just put a sign saying “out of order” on the toilet door, and that’s all! Well, in Corsica, he can. And in fact, he had! Bless this man. “Unlucky”, I said, thinking the exact opposite. “Are you okay ?”. At this point, I was trying to sound casual. Nothing exceptional is going on. Like, a wonder young girl has to pee just in front of me, why would my voice quiver with excitement? But she quickly replied “yeah, no problem, I’ll wait till we’re home”. It did not seem that bad: she was in fact crossing her legs every now and then and squirming softly on her chair, but it was impossible to notice for a neophyte. Luckily (for us), it’s more difficult to fool an exercised eye as mine... Slightly leaning forward, feet bouncing… all formed the signature of her growing need. Dinner came to an end and we got up. Mel had some difficulty doing so and started a little pee dance she certainly hoped discreet. I approached her and she whispered in my ear: “Oh my God, I have to pee! - That’s okay, you’ll be home soon. - I hope it’ll be soon enough!” Wow! Calm down, penis, calm down, don’t make it too obvious this beautiful young lady’s predicament is one of the most arousing things I’ve ever seen and heard in my life! My heart was pounding, but if I recall well my anatomy lessons, it’s nowhere mentioned it can break any chest bones. Can it? The adults began to head home, but I told my mother I’d rather stay a bit on the beach and look at the sunset. At least it was my upper brain’s wish - my lower wanted to follow Mel to the house, to the bushes, to the shower, to wherever she would pee. Nevertheless, I let them go (no pun intended),went a bit further and sat on the gravel. I was looking at the red sun falling into the sea, covering the sky in red tones, when I heard step noises approaching. Seconds later, Mel sat next to me. I looked at her in disbelief for a few seconds… “ But didn’t you say -- - Yeah, she cut, I still have to pee. Bad. But you don’t see that kind of show every day, do you? - Surely not, I replied, smiling despite myself at the double meaning. - It’s a bit better when I’m seated. But I couldn’t miss that”, she said while pointing her hand to the sky.” We remained quiet for the following 10 minutes. Or maybe it was 30, I completely lost track of time. When the last drops of red turned purple, I turned towards Mel, ready to say it was time to head home. She seemed lost in the contemplation of the sky. And one of her hand, around her lap. She caught my eye. I’ll never forget her words. “Thunder, I don’t think I can make it home.” - W-well, there’s surely a place to hide!” I looked everywhere around on the beach and there was none. No tree, no bush, just gravel and the restaurant. Why was I panicking? Was it a bit of fear I was feeling on my throat, mixed with excitement? “No, replied Mel, and there are people everywhere on the beach”. That was true. People who had the same idea as me and were seated on the beach, walking, drinking beers… Why did she wait so long? Was it possible that… “What are you gonna… - Shh. (She put a finger on my mouth). Just remain seated and enjoy the view”. I surely will. It was only a matter of seconds. I remained seated, astonished, and did as I was told. And I heard it. The faint hiss. I used all my willpower not to turn my head and, totally bewildered, imagined the wetness slowly spreading on her panty, forming a small pool beneath her butt, then draining through the gravel… I figured the warmth of her cute pussy just behind the see-through fabric… I would have given everything I have to look. I was seated just next to this beautiful young woman peeing in her panty. I could have exploded with desire, and now there was nothing I could do to hide it. When the hiss faded, Mel let out a small sigh and whispered “That’s a lot better”. Her head got closer to mine. So close. Too close… Our lips met. Our tongues melted. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Then we got up. We didn’t say a word – what would I say, anyway? As we headed home, I realised I was holding hands with a young lady with wet panties. Hey, heaven? Weren’t we supposed to meet later? When we got home, she immediately went to take a shower. I was still completely astonished, nearly unable to see where I was going. I ran into my mother, who asked me: “So, did you enjoy the show?” Oh yes. More than I ever expected.
  22. It was the first day of a prefect rewards residential and I was already lusting for fun. We'd spent the whole of yesterday on the coach, and I'd already had some fun on there. Today our itinerary was quite empty. In the morning we'd been shown round the nature park we were staying in, and the afternoon was just recreation time. The park was quite big. It was situated on a steep hill and surrounded by woodland. I love nature, always have done and always will do. It gives me desires and urges, and more importantly the freedom to explore and experiment with them. It was, after all, in the forest on my walk home from high school that I first wet myself. The park had a simple layout; a small collection of secluded cabins (we had a private cabin each) at the top with a graveled path leading down to the activity ground - a clearing with a number of high wire activities. Along from that was a small mess house, then another narrow traveled path led down to a shallow river, either side of which was a tranquil pebbled beach. That first afternoon we were sat down on the pebbles, playing games and having a laugh. I was shy by nature, but by this late time in high school I had some strong friends. It was good fun to let our hair down and forget about the worries of the world. But while we were talking, I couldn't help myself start thinking about the coach. Remembering the puddle under my bottom, I wondered where it was now, and whether the cleaners had noticed my naughty little bit of fun. Later in the evening, my friends decided to go for a little dip in the river. The water was clear and the current gentle so they headed down and started playing in the water. But the coach still hadn't left my mind. Every time I remembered it, I just wanted to wet again. What's more, I knew I had the freedom to. So I told my friends I'd join them in a minute, and then headed back to my cabin. I'd pre-planned my little excursion, and brought with my a number of old bits of clothing I didn't mind wrecking. In amongst them was a pair of denim shorts. They were incredibly short, not really covering much other than my crotch. I dropped the shorts I was wearing, left my panties in place, and excitedly slipped the old shorts up. They fitted nice and tight, putting a little pressure onto the cheeks of bottom. I was feeling very naughty, and the light puffy swelling in my crotch reflected it. I took off my top and replaced my bra with a bikini top, then looked up at myself in the full length mirror. Pausing for a moment, I ran my fingers over down my body and into my shorts. A tingling filled me and I nervously bit my lip. 'Not here' I thought. I stepped outside and headed back down to the beach. I knew any liquid would be obvious on the denim, so I had a simple plan. I'd go down to the beach but rather than stepping out into the open, I'd stick in the forest undergrowth behind the beach area itself. It was far enough away, and everybody was well enough distracted not to notice me. So I did just that - creeping along the back of the beach and hiding in the shrubs. Although there were some form of ferns and some shrubs growing, the ground was still pebbled. My nerves were through the roof, my excitement heightened and my lust for wet panties growing by the second. I found a nice spot and crouched down. I was completely behind the ferns, although I could still see through to my friends frolicking about in the clear river. I looked back down at the dry pebbles and took a deep breath. I'd tucked my bare feet up under me, so my bottom was actually resting on my heels, the tops of my feet flat on the ground and my knees pressed together out in front of me. One more deep breath calmed my nerves and settled my lustful body. I placed my shaky hands on my knees and stared into my crotch. A moment passed. Nothing happened. Then, low and behold, my panties filled with a warm tingling feeling. That unmistakable hiss began and a dark patch appeared on my shorts. Multiple streams of warm pee burst through the fabric and flowed onto ankles and feet. The denim absorbed masses of the pee, appearing in one big glistening damp patch. It was growing and growing, all the time tender streams broke free. One stream ran down my legs, still tightly pressed together, and dripped off of my knees. The pebbles below me were coated in my warm pee, which made them glisten in the light. All the time the distant voices of my frolicking friends kept me on edge. The chance of one of them seeing me gave me shivers of excitement. As the flow slowed, I took my wet feet out from under me and sat directly on the pebbles. The final dribble trickled down onto the ground and I laid back in joy. A few moments passed as I built up the courage for the next stage. I had two ways of dealing with the very obviously wet shorts - first off I could try and sneak off the beach and run back to my cabin, hoping no-one else would be on any of the paths. But that seemed far to risky. If I bumped into someone half way up, there would be no hiding the fact I had just wet myself. So I decided to take the second option, which was to head down into the river, praying no one would see the strange wet patch before I had a chance to cover myself in the river water. ‘Act confidently’ I though to myself. And so I crept through the undergrowth back to the path entering the beach, then boldly stood up, and began to run for the water. Thankfully the way I’d been squatting as the I’d peed meant the majority of the wet patch was up around my bottom. As I ran towards the water, my friends turned to look at me. They were shouting greetings, which I returned. To this day I’ll never know if anyone did notice my groin. All I know is that not one of them mentioned it. As I hit the water, I deliberately tripped over. Splashing in and covering my entire body with the cool, clear river water. Within a second my shorts were completely darkened, leaving no visible trace of my naughty little bit of fun.
  23. I've just come home from the beach, and I'm still overwhelmed with embarrassment! I'll make the story as short as I can. I'd been lying on a big towel on the sand sunbathing, when I felt, that I was so hot, that I needed to throw myself in to the sea to cool off. When I started to walk, I felt an urgent need to pee. I looked around but couldn't see anyone in the neighborhood, why I thought: What the heck, my swimsuit is going to get wet anyway, why not take the opportunity to wet myself on the promenade down to the water! After only a few steps I began to pee. At first it was one drop after the other, which trickled through the swimsuit and down my legs. It felt very nice! So nice that I started to get feelings of arousement. The drops of pee came so slowly; it was like they were waiting a moment before they decided to leave my urethra. I could feel every single drop taking the leap between my labia. But soon they increased the pace, although they were still coming one by one. At that point I heard a voice from behind: "Vikka! Hallo!" I turned around and saw, that it was Matilda, a former classmate of mine. And she wasn't alone. There were an other of my former classmates and two girls I didn't know . They were coming from behind a dune, which had concealed them from beeing seen, when I looked around before. With blushing cheeks I got aware of, that my mimsy was still trickling. I tried to stop the drops to continue coming, but obviously my efforts had the opposite effect! I began to pee really forcefully through my panties! My pee splashed down to the sand and very soon I was standing in a pool of pee! I got so embarrassad, so ashamed, that I didn't know what to do. I reacted instintively, my reptile brain took command. I turned around and ran down towards the water. I was peeing all the way, and, when I hit the water, I was still peeing! I'd left a trail of pee in the sand, indicating the way, I'd been running. A trail for the girls to follow. I'd hardly stopped peeing, before they'd caught up with me. I was sobbing, but they comforted me. If they only knew how aroused I still was, haha!
  24. Yo, Omo-G, this one's for you! Hope ya like it! :D On a very hot day, Anne was finally able to enjoy the waves after the beach had closed for more than two weeks. She was showing off in her sexy black swimsuit that completely covered her body (though people could partially see her butt crack). As she savors the moment, she takes a deep breath and runs at full speed straight towards the water. She liked to swim at very deep levels, usually up to seventeen feet. Today, she aims for twenty-five feet. "I wonder what I could find under here," she said as she searches the sea floor in hope to find something good, like a shell or some pearls (or even rare jewels). Luckily, she finds a shiny black conch shell. The first thing she notices about it, though, was the fact it matched her swimsuit perfectly. She takes the conch and stuffs it in her chest, then looked for more treasure. As she swims around, she thinks back to what she had for breakfast this morning; two bowlfuls of rice cereal, three oranges, a lot of orange juice, and two Pop Tarts. She even recalls having the leftover pizza from the other night. She wondered what would be for dinner today when all of a sudden: *BUMP* Anne groaned as she bumped her head against another person's head. It actually turned out that they both ran into each other. Anne rubbed her head and suddenly saw several bubbles escape her mouth. Running out of air, she rushes back to the surface to catch her breath. But before she could make it, she felt a strong hand grab her leg. Fortunately, she breaks free and makes it to the surface before she lost all of her air and drowned. She was practically at that verge, too; when she got to the surface, she hacked and coughed as she spits up the water that had entered her lungs. After she was finally able to breathe well, she dives back underwater and chases the person that tried to drown her. The chase had led them halfway back to the beach, and Anne was ready to beat the living crap out of the mysterious person. She eventually caught him, turned him around, and held him by his neck. If there were two reasons why she suddenly stopped, it were because she recognized his face, and that her bladder had suddenly filled up. It was her boyfriend Calvin. Though she was the very nice girl type, she couldn't forgive him for trying a stunt like that. She takes him to the surface and first lands a big slap onto his face, leaving a big red mark oh his cheek. "What the hell was that for?!" Calvin shouted. "For grabbing me knowing that I was about to drown!" Anne snapped, gasping for breath. "But I was trying to get your attention--" "'Get my attention'!? You could have killed me, you bastard!" Anne, in a quite furious rage, swims off to the shore, in an attempt to resist kicking Calvin where the sun doesn't shine. But she comes back into the water in an attempt to empty her full bladder into the water, before being told to leave the beach as it was just closing for the day. She grabbed her towel and walked towards her house, but stopped halfway to look for someplace to use as a pit stop. She could feel that her bladder is going to burst soon. "I sure hope there's a bush somewhere," Anne said, desperately trying to hold in her hot liquids. She finds a big bush in front of a small house which actually looked to be vacant. She walks towards it, but every step she took, a drop of her hot liquids had escaped from her bladder into her swimsuit. Because the swimsuit was pitch black, it would actually be hard for anyone to see any stains, not to mention that she had just came from the water at the beach, so she was already wet. Her only concern is that someone would see the stream if she releases it too soon. Sadly for her, she had only two options: wet herself in plain sight and embarrass herself, or slide her swimsuit to the side and just go and risk getting arrested for indecent exposure (her "goods" would be in plain sight). She almost wanted to go for option 1, but she could feel that someone was approaching her from behind. She thought it was Calvin again, but she knew that his house was closer to the beach. She looked in case it wasn't, and continued to creep towards the big bush when all of a sudden, she feels something touch her hip. Scared, she made a break for it, but tripped on a hole in the sidewalk and fell flat on her stomach on the concrete driveway. At that point, her bladder had let completely loose as it formed a puddle between her legs and part of her stomach and thighs. Though she was able to stop it halfway, she felt embarrassed that she wet herself in front of her house, not to mention that she discovered wounds on her legs, her thighs, her shoulders, and part of her face. What was worse, it wasn't anyone at all; it was just a leaf falling from a tree. Devastated, she limps to the front door crying, just as Calvin was showing up, who was shocked to see her walk around with open wounds all over her body. "Don't look at me!" Anne snapped, embarrassed to the point that she didn't even want Calvin to see her like this. But she apologizes afterwards. "Sorry..." In a heartbeat, Calvin gets a first aid kit, takes her to the bathroom, and puts bandages on Anne's wounds (after cleaning them, of course). Then he could smell the wet patch on her swimsuit. He runs his hand against it and sniffs it. It was definitely her urine. Anne began to feel aroused as she spurts out a big drop into her swimsuit, darkening them some more. She then picks him up and kisses him deeply. As she kisses him deeper and more passionately, she gently runs his hand against her privates. Feeling more aroused, she slipped his hand inside the swimsuit and ran it directly against her privates. Calvin could tell that she was aroused by how deeply she was kissing him and how she was rubbing herself with his hand. Eventually, she felt so aroused that she sprayed what was left of her bladder onto his hand as well as into the swimsuit. She almost wanted to reach her hand down his pants, but she had a better idea in mind. She took him into her bedroom and sat him onto her bed. She then started to rub her privates against his leg. "I love you," Anne whispered into Calvin's ear as she took his other hand and placed it on one of her breasts, and suddenly remembered that she was carrying a conch in it. But then the realized that she has the most important treasure in her life right here.
  25. Anne, a cheery 18-year-old girl with short blonde hair, had always loved going to the beach. Every time she went to one, she would wear her bikini under her regular clothes and take them off in plain sight when she approaches the water. Then she would jump into the water and swim so far away that the lifeguards could barely see her. Today, she plans to go to the beach in her new blue bikini, complete with white stripes. She rushes out the door and rides her bike all the way to the beach, only to see that the beach was closed due to a storm that was said to be coming. Seeing that she had already went through the trouble of putting on her bikini, she ignores the warning and runs straight towards the water. She takes a deep breath and dives three feet underwater, and luckily finds a shiny pearl at the sea floor. "Wow, this is pretty," she thought, as she takes the pearl and stuffs it in her bikini top. "I wonder what else I could find under here?" Meanwhile, just on the other end of the beach, a stern-looking 18-year-old male with a skin color a little darker than Anne's and black spikes, approaches a boulder with a towel and a backpack and sits in the shade behind it. He didn't want to go into the water; he just wanted some peace and quiet. He reaches into his backpack and takes out a sketch pad and some pencils and begins to sketch a picture of a blonde-haired girl about his age swimming in the water. Just as soon as he finishes about half an hour later, he notices a blonde-haired girl suddenly jumping out the water to catch her breath. What was ironic about it, though, was that this girl looked exactly like the one in his drawing, except the one in his drawing had more of a one-piece outfit, and was based off a girl that he knew back home. He stares at this girl as she slowly walks out of the water and strains her hair of the water that got into it. He then notices her staring in his direction and running straight towards him. "Calvin?!" the girl called as she finally approaches him...with her hands between her crossed legs. "Anne? Is that you?" Calvin asked, seconds before noticing the bit of a pose Anne was making. "What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing," Anne replied, trying to hide the fact that she needed to pee. But it was clearly obvious that she's trying to hold it in. She skimps around to look for a restroom, but the only one in sight was on the other side of the beach near the entrance, which is locked because the beach was closed. Of course, she could just go, but she didn't want Calvin to see her stream, not to mention that her "goods" would be completely exposed. So, she sticks to plan C: go in the water. Calvin stares at Anne as she rushes toward the water and suddenly stop right outside the water's reach with her legs crossed. As she holds still, he could see a stream coming out from between her legs that spurted out in the back. By the time the stream had stopped about thirty seconds later, she was crying. At this point, he didn't know whether to run before she gets pissed, or try to help her out, so he flips a coin. It lands on heads. He picks up his blanket to shake the sand off of it. Then he slowly approaches Anne, who quickly noticed him coming. "Uh...You okay?" Calvin asks. "Y-Yes," Anne responded, slowly wiping away her tears. Calvin stares at the dark patch between her legs. She sees him looking, but didn't care because she knew that he has seen her wet herself. "Do you have anything to change into?" Calvin asks. Anne shook her head no. "I came here like this." Calvin wondered why, but was too distracted by the yellow stain on Anne's bikini bottom. Anne blushes, but comes up with an idea. She whispers into Calvin's ear. Calvin looks confused. "You sure you wanna do that?" "Uh-huh." Calvin wraps the towel around Anne's waist, covering the lower part of her body. He then reaches for her bikini bottom and slowly pulls them down. He takes them to his backpack, where he then takes out a bucket and fills it with some of the sea water, and puts them in it. Anne could feel a breeze going up her legs as she could see the sky turning dark. "A storm is coming," she thought to herself. "I really should head home, now. Then again, the rain could save me the trouble of taking a shower." The winds started to pick up, and it didn't seem to be a light one. Just in the nick of time, Calvin comes back with her bikini bottom, looking as if the little accident she had never existed. He raises her legs so he could put them back on her, but suddenly, a very strong gust of wind had blown away the towel that she was wearing, leaving her "goods" completely exposed. Calvin quickly turns in the other direction and pulls her bikini bottom all the way up, almost giving her a wedgie. Anne blushes very deeply as she pulls him to his feet and kisses him on his lips. As he finally decides to kiss back seconds later, the two were suddenly hit by a big wave that crashed down on them and slammed them toward the sand. But this had only made Anne's desire for Calvin even greater.
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By clicking "I accept" or continuing to use our site, you acknowledge that you have read and accept our Terms of Use, Privacy Policy and Guidelines.