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  1. Ajax7408

    Sweaty purple Pull-up babe

  2. So I've had this story idea trapped in my head for weeks and i really need to get it out so like. this is my first omo fanfiction so please be nice aaaa ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- May 14, Sunday, 12:51 PM. Cassandra's eyes flutter open, and her consciousness takes in the scenery of her dorm room, her presence on the planet. The memory of her dream drifts away like sand, and the lonesome girl lies there, putting off the need to get out of bed. It's been a long week for Cassandra. The 19-year old part-time retail worker is normally quite social and peppy, but has been overworked the past week, having to work six eight-hour shifts the past week, as opposed to the usual three. Yesterday, on Saturday, she spent the eight hours groggily sifting through grocery items and using up all of her mental energy counting change. The moment she arrived back at her dorm that day, she basically conked out on the spot. The relief of finally getting to sleep in was overwhelming, but it's not all Cassandra had planned for her Sunday. See, Cassandra's roommate has been gone for the weekend, to see their parents. In addition, they have no homework they need to worry about now (besides an essay due at the end of the week but let's not think about that kay?), which is the perfect opportunity to... take some time for herself. De-stress. Focus on... something else. for example... Even before today she had been setting this up. That Saturday, she set a rule for herself, a simple rule. That rule was that she only got to empty her bladder once. That one opportunity she got was intended for her to be able to get through her sluggish work session without the extra fork of having to focus on something else AND her pee; Something she would normally be able to handle, but still, that was her sixth work day that week. As such, by letting go of her bladder at about the two-hour mark, and by spending the last few hours of work making sure to stay extra hydrated... the young woman woke up carrying urine from over twenty-four hours ago. It did not take long for her to remember this. As such, Cassandra slid out of bed with an incredible pressure, a glorious weight, pressing hard against her urethra. When her feet hit the floor, she could feel the large balloon she was pressing back send shock waves of bliss throughout her pelvis, a feeling that led to a quiet moan escaping. Once again; utter bliss, but it's not gonna last long. She has her exact record set at twenty-five hours and twelve minutes before completely losing control, a time she has yet to beat. Today, however, she decides that she's gonna commit to doing so, and in an extra special and particularly daring way. The first thirty minutes are spent dolling up. Cassandra is quite a beautiful young woman, with a striking figure; She has powerful hips and thighs, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, she loves to let them sway as she walks to catch eyes (when she's actually feeling decent). Plus, her breasts are D-cuppers, which she is proud of. However, she isn't just a butt and a pair of titties tied together with sticks, either: she has a bit of stomach, of course, but she is also quite strong; she doesn't have muscles ripping through like a bodybuilder, because that's... well, unrealistic and unhealthy, but it's clear that she's not a weakling if you take a look at her biceps; and, of course, her sphincter muscles. Cassandra spends the time putting on her makeup- a blissfully torturous affair, having to hold back from bouncing in order to get the wings right and such. Twenty minutes pass while she does this. The remaining ten minutes are spent on deciding an outfit. Since it's hot she decided on a sunhat, but the other two choices are far more important. The first was a pair of high heels, which are infamous for making it much harder to hold the weight of an aching bladder... but even more importantly is her jumpsuit. Cassandra chose to wear an incredibly alluring green jumpsuit: it's backless, going down low enough to almost expose the curves of her butt; it is completely form-fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination; but most importantly of all, she's wearing it without underwear. No bra, no panties, no nothing. It's just the jumpsuit between her and the world. And there's no getting out of it. No pulling it out of the way to pee, no taking it off as she would expose herself... and an incredible, wonderful pressure it exerts. This is how she goes out into the world. Water bottle and purse in hand, Cassandra carries the weight of her bladder out of her dorm and down the hall, holding on tight, feeling its intense jiggle as hops down the stairs. She doesn't want to be too conspicuous with the actual people at her college, but once she gets outside and gets off campus property, she lets her fullness show. As she walks, she openly holds tight on her crotch, crossing her legs, bending down... yet, the whole time, she has on an air of confidence, leading with her pelvis when she can, letting her bulge be prominent... and, very occasionally, letting drops loose. Just a few, not enough to reach a full spurt... at first. About another twenty minutes have passed since she left, and she has arrived at the park. Cassandra takes a big gulp of her water bottle and peeks at her watch... It is 1:46. Twenty-five hours and sixteen minutes since her sphincter muscles have had the ecstasy of letting hot pee gush past them... twenty-five hours of holding the liquid of bliss inside a balloon superior in size to a cantaloupe. Cassandra chose this park for a few very particular reasons: it's popular, so there are spectators; it's far from home, so there's no possibility of being able to head back to pee, or get spotted by her friends at college; but most importantly of all, it has no toilets. Nowhere to drop the massive amount of pee Cassandra holds inside her pelvis, nowhere but the seat of her own jumpsuit, and nowhere to hide to do so... she smiles at the thought. At this point, Cassandra's crotch has a decently dark stain, but it's only visible from up close. She wants to change this... she opens her legs, right there, puts her hands over her crotch, and lets it slip out... the feeling is of incredible bliss and naughiness, knowing that everyone can see... she sighs to herself lightly... but then, three seconds later, she cuts it off with an incredible bout of force. the stream sputters to a stop after about two seconds of deceleration, and her crotch and inner thighs are noticeably stained and wonderfully warm. At this point, Cassandra is painfully horny, and simply wishes to let it all out right there... but she doesn't. Instead, Cassandra goes for a walk. she isn't holding on tight, though... enough that a drop gets released every few seconds or so, at least at first... she lets her hips sway, lets the weight of her bulging bladder exacerbate her momentum, lets the shockwaves of intense desperation course through her as her bladder bounces with every step. She knows people are watching, there's a woman over there, resting on a bench with a book... about Cassandra's age, and no less hot. She knows she's staring, watching her hips sway like a pendulum, her crotch and inner thighs grow increasingly darker as pee drips down, leaving elegant, naughty strokes of dark paint. She knows the look in her eyes, she knows that she's... intrigued. Cassandra knows this because she gives people that look all the time. It's a look of a subtle twinge inside one's heart, a subtle yet unmistakeable twinge. It's been seven minutes, and Cassandra's inner thighs are deeply wet... and yet, her bladder still aches, pulses with intensity, with ecstasy. The trail of pee that follows behind her has gotten increasingly dark and wide, and a few drops of bliss escape every second. Cassandra passes a wink and a smile to her audience, who now carries her full attention... while Cassandra begins to lower her pelvis towards the ground. Eventually, she is squatting there, one eye on the girl with the book, rear pointed off to the side, where she can get the perfect view... as the flood loosens, and finally falls. Cassandra's head falls back in ecstasy as the glorious pressure and weight finally falls from her pelvis, soaking the crotch of her inescapable jumpsuit. It falls down, sprinkling along the seam right between her buttcheeks, as she quivers lightly. The sprinkle of Cassandra's pee against her crotch, adhering it to the material of her jumpsuit, creates an utterly marvelous and powerful feeling. She holds her crotch and gives herself a light but incredible stroke of pressure as her steaming urine gushes out of her, as she gives a glance back towards the girl on the bench... a deep blush is shared between them. But then... suddenly, she raises her hands and makes some motions. it takes some effort to make out, but Cassandra is able to tell... it's sign language. The girl on the bench is signing her phone number. As she is interested in language and wishes to communicate with all sorts of people, even across barriers, Cassandra actually knows sign language. she passes a thumbs up, and commits her number to memory, as she signs her own number back, with a wink. One minute into Cassandra's stream, and it's still going strong. Her jumpsuit is soaking wet at the crotch, and pee continues to flow forth, but she wants to put on a show from all angles. As such, with a bit of effort, she stands up and faces directly away from the girl on the bench as she lets her hair fall back and strokes her fingers over her stream, across the fabric of her jumpsuit. Pee continues to gush forth, through her clothes, through her fingers, as it bursts down and soaks every inch of the inside of her pants, staining it all dark. It dribbles down and contributes more and more to the large puddle sitting there at the sidewalk, as her audience watches in awe. Cassandra sighs as the warmth of her pee hugs and wraps around her thighs, and as more and more of the blissful liquid gushes out. Eventually, finally, at the two-minute mark, Cassandra's stream slows to just a few drops. Her bladder is empty, her pantsuit soaked, her mind bursting with eroticism. She strokes a finger across the wet material over her crotch, before turning around and giving the girl on the bench one last wink.. With that, she begins the trek home, smiling to herself as she takes in the eyes of all those who saw her in her pantsuit, the one that had its most erotic parts stroked with pee. Fifteen minutes later, she arrived back at her college, and is able to sneak back into her dorm. It's exciting trying to get the door open while standing there with your hot butt sticking out, covered in piss... she hurries into her dorm before immediately beginning to stroke herself, masturbating directly through the now-cold fabric of her skintight jumpsuit. A powerful orgasm builds up under her hands, before eventually, with a deep moan, it bursts forth, sending shock waves of primal pleasure throughout Cassandra's body. Now, she simply stands there. Tired, horny, wrapped up in a skintight jumpsuit. She peels it off to hop in the shower, coming out refreshed and tired. She checks her phone, and decides to dial something onto her phone. The person on the other side calls back after a few rings. "Hey. Are you the woman in the green pantsuit at the park?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading!!! ❤️ if you want to know, i actually do have a picture of the jumpsuit cassandra wore, or at least a very similar one. I found it on a niche and.... frankly, very very horny fashion site. here it is: https://www.gitionline.com/products/copy-of-neon-spots-jumpsuit?utm_source=criteo&utm_medium=display&utm_campaign=lowerfunnel
  3. Ajax7408

    Luna Lovegood diaper.png

    From the album: Ajax7408: A work in progress

    I've been wanting to draw this for months and now I finally had the patience and time to sit down and make it. I know the shading sucks but I'm still an amateur
  4. Munio

    2019060501.jpg

    From the album: Munio 2019

    © munio 2019

  5. (Sorry for my english, but it's not my native language;-) My friend invite me to the grill party on his village house. The house is located 35 km from the city center. I said him that I will use a bus to get there, becuase I want to drink alcohol. He said it's not a problem, because he and his wife are going to get there a day earlier and they can pick me up from the bus stop when I call them (the property is located 2 km from the last bus stop). So everything was clear. At this point I didn't know how long journey is waiting for me... The day when the party were going to be was a beautiful weather. In such weather I like to wear sexy clothing to get some extra attention. So I choose to wear my denim short shorts, tight white T-shirt and sport shoes. Women always smile when they see me in such an outfit. That morning I have a lot things to do, and finally I get out of time. I had to get to the outskirts of the city to get the bus which take me to destination point. That bus was going only one time every two hours. I should be on place at 3 pm, so I need to get the bus at 2:05 pm, if I would be late the next on was 4:05 pm! So I got hurry, took my backpack with clothes and shoes for bad weather and 1,5 litre bottle of water and went to the bus stop. Before leaving the house I drink a lot because of hot and I didn't used toilet since morning. I felt a need to pee, but it was't strong and to be honest I have rather strong "valves". I get the first bus which took me from my district to city center, than I took another bus to get bus loop from which the suburban bus was starting. During this ride, which took more than hour my need to pee get stronger and I was still drinking water because of hot. When the bus arrived on the loop there was only two minutes left - it was 2:03 pm! So I need to run to the suburban bus! That time I really needed to go, but in that moment I just wanted to not be late for suburban bus! I jumped to the bus, the engine was on and in a few seconds the driver started. I was happy that I get the bus in last moment, I took a seat backward to the front, so I could see the back half of the bus. Then I realized that the journey is going to take something about one hour. My desperation was getting stronger. When the bus left the city on the last bus stop before heading the motorway two teens got in. They saw me and started to giggle due to my clothing I guess. They took the seats at the end of the bus. I was nervously wriggling on my seat. Distance from the last bus stop in the city to the first one behind motorway was really big, because it took something about 15 minutes. When the bus get to village area, the road was really bad, with a lot of bumps. It wasn't helpful to my desperation! 20 minutes before destination to the bus get another four teens, which were friends the ones from the end of the bus. Now six teens were looking at me and laughing. They were talking loud about my shorts and couldn't stop to giggle. I was embarrassed, excited and desperated in the same time. It was the time to call my friend, that I'm near our meeting point. He answered the phone and was surprised! He told me that the party is cancelled, because his wife got ill, and yesterday evening he send SMS to everyone. I was shocked, because I didn't received his message. He said he is sorry because I need to get back and he can't help me. I thought that I will get off the bus on the last bus stop to go pee and then go back. I checked on my phone the timetable of the bus and I froze... The bus doesn't have any brake on the last stop! It just goes in the circle, so I would not have time to pee. Next bus comes in two hours. So I decided that I can handle it. On the last bus stop teens went out, still giggling and due to my astonishment, more than 20 people get to the bus. I was still seating on the same seat, so everybody who get to the back half of the bus could clearly see me. Opposite to me a woman in her late 40's took a seat. She wasn't attractive to and little shy, but she was watching me from time to time. I was fidgetting on my seat. My bare legs were crossed and I need to put my hand on my crotch! It was humiliating, because now everyone knew I was desperated. All the bumps on the road were like torture for me. Happily we headed the motorway and it was one of the longest 15 minutes in my life. When we got to the city again I was sure I will handle those last 10 minutes... I did but it was extremely hard. When the bus entered the loop and the driver opened the doors I started to run to the toilet. There was another surprise - the toilet was in renovation during the weekend! There was information that on the other site of the bus loop (where tramways have last and first stop) there is replacement restroom (I don't know how to explain this - just like on concerts, such a restroom looks like a watch-box, I believe You understand what I mean). So I run to that place and I couldn't believe my eyes! There was only one restroom and there was a queue! Five people were waiting - two men and two women (one with her daughter). I couldn't stand there and wait. I needed to move! There wasn't any good place to pee. The bus loop was surrounded by tree-way road from both sides. There was a lot of people everywhere and bus stops in diffrent directions. I didn't know what to do, and then I saw that the tramway is starting it's track. I thought that I can take a ride to another tram stop, where it will be posibility to empty my bladder. I get to tram and take a seat near doors. On my left side there where two young girls in they early 20's. They were trying to be polite and not to laugh from me strict in my eyes, but I knew they got fun. Only think I didn't knew was from what thay are laughing: from my clothing or from my desperation or maybe both? That time I needed to go really badly. The first few stops did not look good for peeing. We got nearer residential areas where were gas stations, cafes etc. - places where were toilets, or some bushes where I can pee. Then I felt first uncontrolable leak! I knew I was close to wetting myself. It was so humilating and so exciting! On the one site I wanted to wet myself in that tram in sight of those girls, and on the other site I was affraid and I didn't wanted to wet the seat. I decided to leave the tram on the nearest stop. I got up and stood facing the door. Those girls were behind my back now. I was so excited that I took my phone and started to record their reactions. The tram stopped and I got out, so did the girls! One of them said that they should hurry up and the other replied that three minutes will not save them. We got to the pedestrian crossing and in this moment the red light came on. One of the girls ran on the other site of the street and the other one stood next to me. Now the girls were laughing openly. I felt that another leak was hitting my tight boxer briefs. I considered to pee myself with full force to feel relief finally, but then appered the cyclist on the other site of the street and stopped next to the other girl. Over a dozen seconds later the green light came and I crossed the street. The girls turned left and I went forward. There were fountains with a couple of kids and their parents so I went further. There was a cafe and some people on the terrace. I knew that was the final stage and that right away I wet my pants uncontrolably! I went further there was small dental clinic (which was closed during weekend) in the same building in which was cafe (but on the other site). I was looking for some bushes or tree. Behind the buliding there was path and 50 meters away there was 24h shop which was open. There was no time to made good decision. Pee started to flow to my briefs! I knew that I don't have enough time to unzip my shorts and put out my penis from biefs, before pee is going to flow with full force. So I decided to seat opposite the dental clinic and to wet myself but saving my shoes... I made a short video: https://pl.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ccc5992411db Then I took walk of shame in my wet shorts, because there wasn't place to change my clothes.
  6. footedsleeper

    Exhibitionism

    How much exhibitionism or lack of exhibitionism exists in the omorashi or diaper-lover community? (Certainly lots of people like posting photographs and videos of themselves in diapers on fetlife, but for all I know, there's an even larger omorashi population that doesn't like such things.) The time I wet my pants in class was certainly an instance of exhibitionism.
  7. nasfan9

    Sensei-Noname... but with basic shading

    From the album: Nasfan9's Omo/Omu art

    I don't know when I'll be able to finish it sadly but I might take a break and return to "The girlfriend of Miyuki Izumi"
  8. nasfan9

    Sensei-Noname...

    From the album: Nasfan9's Omo/Omu art

    A drawing I did on a whim and now i think it might have a good use as a cover for something!
  9. nasfan9

    cute, shy & bold

    From the album: Nasfan9's Omo/Omu art

    created a new character for omo stuff, not really set on her story thought.
  10. nasfan9

    Miyuki Izumi

    From the album: Nasfan9's Omo/Omu art

    A drawing of one of the main character in my story. I kinda ended up drawing her in a different style.
  11. nasfan9

    Miyuki Izumi

    It wasn't intentional but I kinda drew her in different style all together.
  12. rachelkirwan

    female Caught Short with No Change

    Well, it’s been a while since I’ve shared an experience, and also, I wanted to share something pretty special, as I noticed I was getting very close to my 8000th post! This is quite a milestone and well, I hope you will all celebrate with me, by sharing more sexy wetting content and if you are interested, buying a pair of my dirty panties! I’m going to do a couple of posts and a video dump to celebrate, so here is my experience. I’ve had a couple of very hard months at work; a bunch of volunteers left and I’ve been scrambling to fill their roles. As such, I’ve been pretty busy and haven’t had much time for fun kinky stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve still had some sexy times with the hubby, and certainly watched some porn and masturbated with toys and all that, but I haven’t had a chance to do elaborate or public. Well, the other day I finally had some time off, and decided to go shopping at MetroTown. This is a big mall complex not too far from our place. I also decided to have a little bit of desperation fun while I was doing it, or rather, I kind of decided to have some desperation fun mid-way through running errands. Here’s what happened. It’s been getting chillier here, so I’ve started wearing trousers a lot more. But this day, it was bright and sunny out, which offered the perfect, and perhaps the last, opportunity to wear a nice skirt (without leggings). After lounging around the flat for a while and doing some house work, I decided to head out and deal with the growing list of small errands. I pulled on a cute dark grey pleated skirt,, the white cotton panties I’d been wearing under my PJs all morning. I buttoned up a lavender blouse, threw on a cardigan, and picked up a larger backpack to accommodate my shopping. I pulled my wallet out of my purse, grabbed a couple of items that were piled up by the door, threw in a couple of cloth shopping bags, and wandered off to the Skytrain to hop down to MetroTown. It was about 11 am by the time I arrived at the mall (it’s huge by the way), and I headed off to the washroom, as I’d forgotten to go before leaving my flat. I used the one nearest the Skytrain, which I always find the yuckiest, but it was close, and I kind of had to go. Hovering over the toilet, I noticed that my panties were already a little dirty/sticky from the trip over and the mornings activities. I love how white cotton shows every little stain. I then headed up to the second level to return a sports bra to the sporting goods store. My sister had bought it for me and well, she wasn’t aware that my breasts have grown since going on birth control (a long time ago), and she still apparently bought me a bra using my size from like more than a decade ago. I wasn’t impressed with their sports bras, and so I wandered around the mall, visiting a couple of shops until I found something really comfy and supportive from Lululemon. This took more than an hour, and so rather than getting into some serious shopping, I headed off to Blenz coffee on the main floor. I grabbed a big matcha late, and sat down, drinking the whole thing and watching people bustling by. Sometimes it’s fun to just sit and watch the world go by, and it certainly is when doing so is a luxury. During this time, my mind wandered, and I had a few naughty thoughts. Completely filled up on green tea, I headed out once more. I probably should have planned out my trip a little better, as I ended up wandering all over the mall, grabbing items off my list and doing a little browsing. Half an hour after leaving the coffee shop, I could feel myself filling up. I could have easily ducked into one of the many washrooms around the mall, but I was starting to feel a little naughty. I was at about a 6 on the desperation scale, the point where I would normally always head straight to the washroom, but decided to have a little bit of public desperation fun. It sort of flowed on from the things I had been contemplating at the coffee shop. I didn’t have a concrete plan, but I did feel like getting up to some naughty mischief. Maybe just some desperation perhaps? I continued browsing through some shops and felt myself getting increasingly desperate. I headed into Chapters and looked through some of the new arrivals and non-fictions sections. By the time I was checking out the always poorly populated philosophy section, I was at a 7. I played up my desperation, allowing myself to display my need to pee in subtle, mildly exhibitionistic ways. A little foot jiggle here, tightly crossed legs when I paused to look at a book, that sort of thing. To the keen observer, I would have likely appeared to be an antsy book browser. The problem is of course that browsing for books is certainly the kind of thing that you can just stop doing and use the washroom, so I decided to get back onto my pre-schedule list of errands. I headed over to T&T, the huge Asian food supermarket, and began filling a basket with items off my list. Having an almost-full basket of things is a great reason not to use the toilet. I worked my way methodically through the store, my desperation mounting to a solid 8 by the time I reached the tea section. I was playing up my desperation beyond an 8 though, for effect, and because of the little thrill of excitement that I got from knowing that other people around me in the shop could see that I had to pee. My actions were less subtle at this point, given my mounting real desperation. I was not at the point of holding myself, but I would twist my legs together whenever I stopped to look for something, and this was often followed by dancing on the spot. I spotted the sidelong glances of other patrons around me when I jiggle about. My basket was mostly full and I only had a couple more items to purchase by the time I made it to the noodle isle. I was still at a solid 8 on the desperation scale, but acting like I was a 9.5. I put down my basket, crossed my legs, and did slip my hand firmly between my thighs as I pondered the noodle selection. There are so many options and the packaging is always confusing (and it’s typically not in English, so you really have to look at the ingredients if you are looking for something specific. I found a couple that I was looking for, and put them, one-handed, into my basket, all the while holding myself firmly. A younger Asian man came around the corner as I was depositing the final pack of noodles into my basket, curtsey-style, so as not to put too much pressure on my bladder, or flash my panties at anyone. As soon as I saw him I whipped my hand out from between my legs, though I could tell from his look that he had noticed. I quickly retrieved my basket and hurried off, flushing a little and too embarrassed to look back to see if he was watching me. I still had a couple of items on the list, but my feigned extreme desperation was kind of getting to my head (and bladder), and I was at that ‘find a bathroom now!’ stage of desperation. I went to get the final item on my list – dumpling wrappers in case you care – before heading to the checkout. There was of course a line, though not a very long one and I wiggled and crossed my legs with increasingly real desperation (about an 8.5) as I waited for the two people ahead of me to check out. After the first person wrapped up, which seemed like it took far too long, I was able to unload my basket on to the little conveyor belt. This done, I could hold the empty basket in one hand in front of my crotch, to cover up the fact that my second hand had snaked its way between my thighs and was once again pressing the thick fabric of my skirt into my vagina. The additional pressure didn’t seem to help too much, and I was still very rapidly wiggling my thighs and legs. While I tried not to make eye contact with the people around me, I was acutely aware of their looks. My heart rate increased and I had those sexy and fluttery little butterfly feelings that I love and hate so much about embarrassing public situations. The person in front of me was a middle-aged woman, and she had a full shopping cart. I had noticed her giving me a sympathetic look when she began unloading her cart a little while ago. I think out of solidarity with me and my obvious desperate plight, she hurried along her interaction. The checkout person was a teen or university student, and she also gave me a sympathetic look. This made me blush even more and look away, concentrating on carefully arranging my items on the conveyor belt to maximize how fast I could load my backpack. I did not notice the two other people who had lined up behind me, only that they were there, boxing me in, preventing my dashing off and simply abandoning my groceries. As the woman ahead of me fumbled in her purse for her credit card, I switched from holding myself (which was really not as discreet as I had thought), to using both hands to prep my backpack and doing a little pee pee dance. I was so caught up with my own predicament – no longer feigned – that I didn’t notice the man behind me asking for a little grocery divider, and instead, the checkout girl had to give him one. I noticed too late and in classic Canadian style apologized, mumbling something like, ‘ah sorry.’ He said ‘no worries’ and went about pretending to ignore the fact that I was wiggling about in front of him in the checkout line, desperate to pee. The woman ahead of me finally completed her transaction and headed on her way, with one last sympathetic look over her shoulder at me. I reached the checkout girl. I had already removed my wallet from my backpack to speed up the interaction. “Hello, how is your day going?” I asked in a meek kind of voice. “Not bad, thanks.” She replied curtly, and began rapidly scanning my items. I prayed that nothing would need a price check or any such complication. “How about yours?” She responded. “Oh not so bad…” I replied vaguely. “Did you find everything you needed?” She inquired. I nodded, not wanting to have to concentrate on a conversation, and my mounting desperation. I let her get on with her job, not wanting to slow her down for any reason. “These ones are one sale if you wanted a second one half off.” She observed at one point, holding up a package of noodles. I must have not noticed when I was picking them out, or forgotten to pick up a second pack, which was understandable, given my predicament. “Oh, that’s ok.” I added quickly. I began packing the scanned items into my backpack as quickly as possible. She scanned the final items, and at this point, I transitioned from almost comical pee pee dance, to crossed legs. It had been over an hour since I downed the very large green tea and I had reached a real 9 on the desperation scale. I hadn’t quite planned this out. Usually when I plan to get up to some desperation, pee, or diaper fun in public, I plan things out, but today was more spontaneous, and I was reaching a point of real and serious desperation. The kind of point where you are in real risk of a very public accident. I don’t have the kind of bladder which allows me to let out little leaks to relieve the pressure. I have been practicing, and can sometimes let out a little if I really concentrate and also if I’m absolutely desperate. These little leaks do sometimes happen without my control, but are very often followed by a rather longer release of pee. I really didn’t want that to here in the narrow checkout isle of the T&T Supermarket in front of a group of strangers. The thought of it made my heart race, and my pulse quicken, but also terrified me. Maybe I did want to have a little accident? I mused a little, about the possibility of relaxing, just a little bit, to let out a drop into my panties. I immediately decided against it, as I didn’t want to make a mess and involve the people around me. I clenched down with my PC muscles, removed the hand which was once again pressed between my legs (I had not even been conscious of having done so), and packed the last few items into my bag. “Debit please.” I said, anticipating her question, and she punched a bunch of buttons on the till. She indicated that I could use the machine and I punched in my pin. “Would you like a receipt?” She inquired. “Yes please.” I muttered, replacing my debit card into my wallet and stuffing it into my mostly full backpack. The machine seemed to take forever to print. She tore receipt from the machine and handed it to me. “Just outside the doors in the parking lot, turn left, and then take another left.” She said, cryptically. I hastily put my backpack on, while still doing a pee pee dance, with as much discretion as I could muster. “Huh?” I inquired, not sure what she was talking about, though it should have been obvious. “If you need a washroom, they are just around the corner from the exit.” She clarified. I immediately felt my face flush with warmth. “Oh.” I replied, dumbly. “Thank you.” I had clearly been quite obvious. The fact that a stranger had pointed me in the direction of the washrooms without my having to ask was acutely embarrassing, though I had of course been asking for this kind of treatment. Still lacking decorum, I decided to make a dash for the toilets. Now I can usually make it to the washroom with a bladder at a ‘comfortable’ 9, I have in the past. The trick is to be close to the washroom and to not run or jostle too much. I knew where the washroom was and I could probably make it at a good walking speed. However, still play acting just a little, I rushed out of the exit. The parking lot outside of the exit was busy, with shoppers milling about, cars driving past, and people randomly standing about checking their phones. I zigged and zagged between them at a brisk pace, but still not a jog. I found the main hallway and took a left and there was the sign and hallway leading to the washrooms. It was then when my slightly foggy, desperation confused, brain made a naughty decision; Rather than continuing my brisk pace and hurrying into the washroom, I decided to make a sprint for it. I gripped the straps of my backpack with both hands and took off at a good pace down the hallway towards the washrooms. This was of course a bad idea, if I was hoping to keep my panties dry. While I’m not very good at intentionally letting out little leaks when I’m desperate (and instead tend to just lose control as I mentioned), I am particularly known for leaking when working out. The increased pressure from my running footfalls jostled my bladder, and I could feel a little leak with each running step as I approached the ladies room. Coming around the corner of the entrance of the washroom, I almost collided with a middle-aged woman, and I was forced to slow my pace. Bearing down hard on my PC muscles, to stop the leaking. I hoped that I could find a free stall. Fortunately, Metrotown has well-provisioned washrooms, so that when I entered the relatively crowded washroom, I was quickly able to locate an empty stall. Down at the end, it was sitting with its door ajar. Now, safely inside the washroom, I slowed my pace, weary of slipping on the wet floor, or bumping into one of the many women dotted along the long line of sinks to my side. No longer running, I quickly let go of my backpack strap with my right hand, and, reaching up under my skirt so as not to press is fabric into my damp panties, I held myself tightly. I was largely oblivious to the fact that I was holding myself in a very undignified fashion, and in such a way as to reveal a flash of white cotton to the other women in the washroom. My face burned with warmth as a hastily walked past various women at the sink. Out of the corner of my eye I could see one of them turn to stare at me as she caught my reflection in the mirror. Finally, heart pounding, I reached the empty stall, hand still pressed firmly between my very public, and very wet panties. I pushed the door close, and fumbled with the lock with my left hand. I felt a jet of warmth strike the hand between my legs. I gave up on the lock, removed my wet hand, and used it to yank down my panties, all the while stepping back and spreading my legs. My wet panties were stretched between my thighs as I sort of squatted over the toilet (my backpack and discomfort with sitting on unwiped public toilets preventing me from sitting down). My panties were barely at my thighs when my body released, splashing furiously into the toilet with a loud hiss. As the pressure subsided, I angled my legs more, to prevent splashing and stop the little dribble I felt running down one leg. I peed for a good minute, and possibly a little longer. This is the maximum duration of a Rachel bladder, and I was awash with a wave of relief once I reached the dribbling conclusion of my pee. It took several wadded up balls of toilet paper to dry my sex, legs, and the toilet seat. My panties were another matter. They were rather wet, and I used even more toilet paper to dab them. All the while I had been peeing, I was paranoid that someone would burst in on me, and see my drenched panties spread between my thighs. I was lucky, I suppose, having chosen a stall further from the entrance. As soon as I had stopped peeing, I latched to door, to give me added privacy as I dried myself off. I was careful to inspect my skirt, which had avoided getting wet, which was great, given the embarrassing and revealing steps I’d taken to keep it that way. There may have been a couple of little damp spots on the inside, but the fabric of this particular skirt is pretty thick. Now, as most of you will know by now, I have long carried a spare pair of panties in my purse. This is a habit that comes from long experience with my bladder, its foibles, and also my sometimes intentional wet fun times. While I dried myself off, I came to the realization that I did not have my purse, but rather, I had removed my wallet from my purse before leaving home, and had instead brought a backpack. While the backpack is a large one, capable of holding all of my groceries, it is not as well provisioned as my purse – it lacks a spare pair of panties, pads, makeup and the usually stuff that accumulates in ones purse. I thought about my options. I had largely completed my important errands (I only had to pick up some stamps), and so I could head directly home in my very wet panties, enjoying the cold wetness of them against my skin, and possibly leaving a little wet patch on the seat of the Skytrain. But it was a long walk home, and I still wasn’t quite done with other optional errands (for example, popping over to the library and doing some more window shopping). I wasn’t quite ready to go home, but I was not up for wandering about the mall and area in rather wet panties. I could of course remove my panties and go ‘comando’ but this was not a very good idea. While I’m known for my mild exhibitionism, and get very excited at the prospect of playing up my desperation for a couple of strangers, or flashing my panties at a washroom full of other women (or some of my other adventures), wearing a relatively short skirt without panties is a little too much for me. I would have to navigate the very steep, upskirt inducing, stairs at the Skytrain station, as well as escalators and open areas in Metrotown, where people beneath me could spy my shaved girl parts. I decided that I had been a bad girl, and as such, I would have to wear my wet panties a little longer, but that I would need some other stopgap to get me home. I wadded up a little toilet paper, making a small pad, and pressed this between my legs before hiking up my wet panties once more. The paper would keep my skin dry for a little while, and also reminded me of previous accidents when I was younger, and some of the steps I’d taken after these. My heart was still pounding when I flushed and headed out of the stall to wash my hands. I didn’t recognize any of the women at the sinks from when I had dashed in, not that I would have likely been able to. I dried my hands and headed out, acutely aware of the dampness of the edges of the gusset of my panties, touching my inner thighs, despite the wad of toilet paper. I had a couple of options, and mulled them over in my head. I could go and buy some new panties, I always love new panties, and the packs of cotton girl’s panties that I wear are not that expensive. I was certainly not going to buy something fancy from La Senza or La Vie En Rose, girls who wet their panties are clearly not ready for big girl lingerie. Given my cheap taste for cute cotton little girls panties, I headed all the way across the mall to Walmart. Rather than going straight for the girls isle, I opted to wander about a little. As I have often done, I found myself wandering down the diaper isle, ogling the packages. I’m sure any diaper lovers out there have done the same. Like a moth to the flame, I hovered about the isle, looking for new arrivals, and seeing what I could find. I stared at the packaging of the Goodnites (no change there) still my favorite go to diaper (so cute, so nostalgic), and then worked my way along to the Pull-ups. Now I’ve not worn Pull-ups for many years, and I’m almost certain they don’t fit all that well. I do, after all, wear the L/XL sized Goodnites, and despite these fitting well, I have my doubts about going down to the 4t-5t sized Pull-ups. But right then and there, I decided to try. So I mulled over my options, looking at the feel and learn, night time, and other options available. I finally, after some serious mulling over, decided to pick an adorable pair of regular girls Pull-ups with learning designs, of the largest size I could find. I was excited at the prospect, and even if they didn’t fit all that well, I could still enjoy the stickers that they promised to have inside. I carried these to the checkout as my single item, and paid. I’m at the age where I could have legitimately been buying Pull-ups for my kid, and as I’ve bought Goodnites on many occasions in person, I didn’t get that excited rush that sometimes accompanies buying incontinence products in public. No one knew that I was buying these pull-ups because I’d had an accident, but I knew, and this gave me a naughty little secret which did get my heart pounding just a little bit harder. I got a bag for my item, and headed out, making my way straight for the washrooms. They were easy to find and I didn’t need any help. This time, I headed to the family washroom, and found it open. Feeling a little sneaky, being bereft of a family, I smuggled my way inside, and locked the door. The first thing that I did was open the pack of Pull-ups and give it a big smell, appreciating the new diaper scent. I had pulled out one with a lady doctor character on them. I appreciated them from various angles, taking in the ‘learning designs’ and colours. I also felt them and they felt considerably thinner than Goodnites, which I suppose makes sense, given that these are supposed to be training pants, and not designed to take a full night time bladder’s worth. I did worry that they would leak if I released a very full bladder into them, my Goodnites do this when I wear them (usually when I’m laying down). I pulled down my panties and removed the toilet paper, which was damp. I then pulled down the changing table and finally remembered to take a couple of photos for your perverts. I set up a little still life with wet panties and shameful pull-ups. I then patted myself dry, again, with some toilet paper, as I had become a little damp in the intervening shopping time – both from my panties, and from my natural juices due to all the excitement. I pre-stretched the Pull-ups, a technique I’ve used on smaller pull-ups before, and then slowly shimmied them up my hips. They fit surprisingly well, but were still tight. I gave my legs a couple of practice steps to test out whether or not the sides would hold, and they seemed to do their job. I supposed that they would hold, as long as I didn’t like do any squat thrusts, or similar moves. I did worry for a second that if they didn’t fit, they could tear and fall down while I was wearing them! Or one side would tear, and I would face the awkward situation of a diaper hanging half-attached, under a rather short skirt. I then pondered my options once more. I could pull my panties over the Pull-up, keeping it in place, like a pad. This would work, but also I’d still get the wet clammy feeling of wet panty gusset against my legs. The whole point of the Pull-ups was to wear something dry (and also protective, after all, I’d had am embarrassing bathroom accident in my big girl panties, I told myself, excited by the inner dialogue). The other option was just to risk it, and avoid hip-spreading activities, and hope for the best. I opted for this choice, as putting wet panties over top of a dry clean diaper is just not something a good girl does. I balled up my wet panties so that the dry bits covered the wet and stuffed them into my backpack. There was insufficient room in my backpack for the opened diapers, so I pulled out a cloth bag and put the pack in this. I then headed out into the world. I then went for a rather longer walk all the way to the public library, which is on the other side of the mall and through a lovely little park. There I dropped off a book and picked up a couple of holds I had, stuffing these into the bag with the pull-ups. I spent some time browsing the shelves. It had been a good while since I had peed and while I did this, I felt the urge to pee growing. I was also careful to hold the back of my skirt when walking up the stairs at the library, nervous about flashing my Pull-ups at a library denizen. I was at a very comfortable 4 or 5 when I finally left the library (with a couple additional books and a documentary) and headed back to the mall. I had some time to kill and was keen crack into one of my new books, so I located a cool bench in the park, arranged myself so that I was not sitting on my skirt, and pulled out one of the holds that I have been dying to read. I ploughed through a couple of chapters before I registered that I needed to pee again, properly this time. A good solid 6. Not wanting to get up and abandon my book, and also, still suffused with naughty thoughts, I closed my eyes, and released. I could feel warmth suffuse my girl parts and the diaper filling up. The peed flowed differently inside the Pull-up than it does in a Goodnite. I find Goodnites a little more thirsty, so the pee doesn’t run as much, but rather gets absorbed. In a Pull-up, the pee sort of ran all over getting my bum wet quickly. I bore down after a good 30 seconds (as soon as I was able), worried about leaks. I listened for the tell tale patter of droplets hitting the cement beneath me, indicating that the diaper had leaked, but I heard nothing. While there were no passersby, I reached my hand between my legs and felt for wetness. The Pull-up felt squishy and warm but I didn’t feel any leaks. I read more of my book, all the while enjoying the warm squishy feeling of the wet diaper between my legs. After a couple more chapters, I was starting to get chilly and decided to get up and head back to the mall to get changed before heading home. I hoisted my heavy backpack, picked up my bag, and headed back to the mall. The wet diaper under my skirt felt heavy and rubbed against my thighs subtly. I navigated my way into the mall and found the nearest washroom. Once again, I surreptitiously made my way into the family washroom and barred the door. Because I had in no way emptied my bladder earlier, I wiped off the toilet seat, pulled down my Pull-ups, and peed. I tore the sides of the diaper pretty badly yanking them down, and I tore them off completely while I was peeing. I inspected the gathers and cute designs on the Pull-ups and noticed that I had made the ‘learning designs’ thoroughly disappear. It looked like I needed some more time to learn. After wiping myself, and snapping some pics of the wet Pull-up for all you perverts, I rummaged in my bag and found another diaper. This one I tore badly trying to pre-stretch it, so I stuffed it back in the bag (even torn diapers can be fun, but at home), and pre-stretched another. I carefully shimmied this one up, checked myself in the mirror, washed my hands, and then headed off into the mall once more. I was all excited at having changed myself in a public washroom, and rethinking the whole adventure on my head as I walked to the SkyTrain. I was feeling very naughty by the time I arrived, and as I was on the ground floor, I was less than careful with holding the back of my skirt as I made my way up the steep stairs to the platform. Did I flash a tight pair of Pull-ups to a pervy stranger beneath me? Possibly. But even the prospect of doing this quickened my pulse. I sat on the SkyTrain most ladylike, thank you very much, my adventures with subtle exhibitionism only go so far, and I texted my hubby to see if he was home, he was, and I let him know that he should be ready for a very horny Rachel when I got home. I was throbbing by the time I reached my stop (which isn’t many stops), and I hurried home. My husband didn’t say anything when I got in the door, pushed him into the bedroom and removed my clothes, revealing a brand of diaper that we don’t normally have in the house. It didn’t stay on long however, and I got myself good and satisfied. Well, I hope you enjoyed my adventure, I will share some more soon of course. If you appreciate my work, do please consider buying a pair of my panties or just getting me something off my wishlist, the more fun things I have to wear and play with, the more stories I can share! http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties Here’s to the next 8000…. Rachel
  13. Munio

    2018072301 - Hermaphroditus

    From the album: Munio 2018

    First time to draw a picture based on hermaphroditism.
  14. rachelkirwan

    female Coffee Shop Oops Moment

    Well, the other day I was out about town. I had a couple of errands planned for the morning, and then had a delightful afternoon with very little planned. Work has been very busy and so I very much needed the break. I decided to do the thing that brings me the most fun, which is grabbing a lovely warm drink, curling up in a comfy chair in a coffee shop, and enjoying a good book. While it’s been getting chillier here lately, I’m not giving up on skirt weather just yet. This being said, it has been quite cool, so on this day, I slipped a pair of thin black tights over top of a pair of lovely white cotton panties with orange trim. Overtop of this, I wore a knee-length pleated gray skirt, and on top a cozy cardigan, overtop of a simple lavender blouse. I bustled about in the morning, and right after lunchtime, I headed over to one of my favorite coffee shops and grabbed a pot of chai tea. I found my favorite spot by the window, which took some jockeying with another customer (I had to perch nearby while my tea steeped and then swoop in). While I was waiting I prepared my tea with lots of cream, sugar and some extra cinnamon on top. I then snuggled in, knees against my chest, and worked my way through my book. I love the chair I chose because it’s big and comfy, but it also faces the window, so if I am wearing a skirt and sit with my legs in a less than discreet lady-like fashion, I get the naughty feeling that people walking past on the street might be able to spot my panties. I get that semi-exhibitionistic thrill of being a girl on display in the window. With an extra naughty jolt as people at the right angle may be able to spot my panties. Today, I thought a passerby would have to look quite closely, given that I was wearing rights, but if they looked hard enough, they would certainly be able to make out my white cotton panties through my tights, given how I was sitting. I worked my way through my first mug, and a good number of chapters. My mind forgot where I was and I dove into my book. After a good half hour, a goodly portion of tea had worked through my body, I was at a decent 4 or 5 on the desperation scale, and when I reached for my mug, it was empty. I wrapped up my chapter and then got up, being less than careful with my skirt. To reserve my special spot, I left my purse and book in the middle of the chair, and I took my teapot up to the counter. This coffee shop does very good teas, the leafy expensive kinds. As a result, you can always get a second cup of tea out of your pot if you ask for more hot water, which they are always happy to provide. I waited my turn, and soon got my tea topped up. I went back to my spot and worked my way through another chapter, while the tea steeped. I was at a ‘you should probably head to the washroom before you get back on the Skytrain, but are probably ok for a while,’ level of desperation at this point. Then, I got up to add all the yummy chai fixings. I poured a generous cup of tea, leaving room for milk. I then added the crazy hipster dark sugar they have and after mixing it all together, added a generous puff of cinnamon on top. My mind still on the ambiance of the coffee shop and aesthetic of a fresh mug of tea, I put my face down into my mug and inhaled the rich aroma. In the process, I got a nose full of cinnamon. As those of you who have been following my pad tests know, a nose full of cinnamon is a guaranteed way for me to trigger a massive sneeze, and this is exactly what happened. ACHOO! It wasn’t one of those sneezes where you have warning and get time to like cover your mouth and cross your legs. Nope. It was a sudden and violent sneeze. I barely had a chance to turn my head away from the tea service station. Right along with the sneeze, I felt a big jet of warm pee erupt between my legs. We aren’t talking a little squirt that just dampens the gusset of your panties. Nope. This was a big squirt, the kind that you can feel dribbling down the inside of your thigh, cooling as it works its way down your tights. I clenched, stopping the flood as quickly as I could, and fortunately there was no second sneeze or additional wetting. So then there I was, standing in the middle of one of my favorite coffee shops, with a bunch of people staring at me, attracted no doubt by my very loud sneeze, with a cooling trickle of pee running down my inner left thigh. The people about me quickly went about their business, unaware of my bathroom accident. I composed myself, and headed back over to my reading nook. I had that crazy feeling that people were still watching me, and that if I immediately went to the bathroom they would guess that I’d had an accident. It’s like that same feeling you get when you are say wearing a diaper and feel like everyone can see it, even though they can’t. So rather than going straight to the washroom to inspect the damage, I went back to my spot. Put my mug down next to the chair, along with the tea pot, and then pretended to rummage about in my purse for a little while, and then I picked up my purse and headed to the washroom. There wasn’t a wait and I went straight in. I inspected my skirt, which given the pleating and cut tends to avoid getting wet when this sort of thing happens, and it was indeed unscathed. I then lifted it up to inspect my tights and panties. There was a cool wet streak running all the way down my left thigh to almost my knee, and the crotch of my tights was pretty. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my tights off, before padding them dry with some toilet paper. I then put my shoes back on, as the floor of any public washroom is not the kind of place you want to be in socks. I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties, enjoying the little tingle that followed the feeling of the wet gusset brushing my inner thigh. I did still have to pee, so I inspected my wet panties spread out between my thighs while I peed sitting on the toilet. I had made quite a mess of them. In addition to the serious wet spot I had just made, my morning activities and active girl parts had left some other residue on the gusset of these otherwise pristine white cotton panties. After wiping, I let my panties slide all the way down my ankles, and with a little difficulty, stepped out of them and left them there on the ground in front of the toilet. I left my panties there on the dirty ground in front of the toilet, stepped back, now completely naked under my skirt, and took a couple of artful pictures for all of you perverts. I like how the yellow theme of the washroom complements the stain I left in my panties. I then padded the panties dry with some toilet paper, and then decided to take a couple of more artful pictures of my panties, draped over the toilet paper dispenser. I love how the match the colour of the walls. My quick little naughty photo shoot complete, I carefully folded up my panties (wet side on the inside) and then rummaged around my purse for the little plastic baggie where I keep my backup panties. I pulled them out (one of my cute purple Olaf panties), pulled them on, and stuffed my wet panties inside the bag. I also rolled up my tights, and stuffed these into my purse (don’t worry, my purse is pretty big). Then, as an afterthought, because it seemed like one of those days, I pulled a pad out of my purse, pulled my panties down, and affixed the pad. I had been in the washroom for a good amount of time, and had that ‘oh no, what will people think’ thought in the back of my head, even though this kind of thought is completely irrational. I washed my hands, straightened my clothes, and headed back out. My tea was fortunately still warm and my spot unoccupied. I hunkered down for another pot’s worth of reading. Now, as I sat there, I felt just a little bit naughtier, knowing that I had a pair of wet panties in my purse, and also because now that I was not wearing any tights, there was a guarantee that my cartoon character panties might just be visible to keen-eyed passersby as a result of the various un-ladylike poses I assumed while reading. I’m certain a number of random folks spotted my panties (and possibly my pad), while I sped through a half-dozen more chapters. My travels home were uneventful, though the chill on my legs reminded me of my accident earlier. Rach
  15. View File Random Collection of Public Wetting JAV Than name should give it away. These are older clips that I've been inexplicably holding on to for a while, I hope you all enjoy them. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 05/14/2017 Category Panty Wetting  
  16. View File JP Hotpants Wettings Two shorter files with shorter shorts, but certainly not shorter legs. The picture quality isn't top as these were released 8-10 years ago. Search up "SMA-" JAVs for similar material; these are 419 and 234. Submitter nwohdeh Submitted 03/12/2017 Category Shorts Wetting  
  17. Version 1.0.0

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    Round Two of the other JAV I posted two days ago. Same format: public jeans/pants/shorts wettings rife with giddy exhibitionism. Four parts x three wettings each = 12 total. Enjoy! I know the cover is kinda dinky but it's the only size it comes in.

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  18. View File Rachel's Holiday Gift 7: Public Exhibitionism Wetting Hello everyone, I noticed there haven't been very many uploads this week, and so I wanted to change this. Also I stumbled across a good collection of JAVs and wanted to share them with the community before I deleted most of them. I was downloading them blind and only like a couple of things from them, but I think there might be some fans out there, so here they are. Right so here are a couple of great public exhibitionism vidoes which include peeing and wetting. Most of these take place on a train and they are tonnes of fun. * Nudity warning * Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 12/22/2016 Category Female Wetting  
  19. View File [Male] Huge bladder bulge, desperate hold, pee explosion and measure I took the challenge to hold it until the last possible point and and that see how fast I can empty my full bladder, pushing the stream as hard as I can and measuring it too. It was only ~600ML in the end, but the liters of liquid that I still have in my body and that I continued to consume must have put a huge pressure on the bladder. You can see my big bulge, I am a very skinny guy. It is my first desperation full video that I put up here, I am curious of your feedback. The burst of pee in the video happened ~30 mins ago, but I already start feeling really desperate. Put my kidneys in overdrive and kept constantly drinking, even during and after the above video. Warning: Contains nudity at the end as I pee in a measuring cup Submitter Despholder Submitted 10/25/2017 Category Desperation Clothing Panties/Undies  
  20. It’s been a while since my last story, but here is an incident that I witnessed recently. If you’re only interested in the actual story and not the context, you may want to skip past the first paragraph. I apologize in advance for my English; it’s not my first language. I work with books and computers inside all day, and often enjoy quiet walks alone in the evenings, both in weekdays and weekends. As you may know, during Friday and Saturday nights in major Scandinavian cities (and probably elsewhere too), there are lots of drunk people in the streets – on their way to, or from, parties and night clubs. Obviously, drunk women often need to pee, and is less shy than they normally would be. This leads me to witness quite a few desperations, and a lot of public peeing. I’m not actively looking for these situations, but I have to admit that I sometimes catch a glimpse if I’m walking past an attractive peeing woman. This story is about one of those occasions. One more thing: I’ve noticed comments on this forum (not on my own stories) saying that some stories doesn’t seem completely real. Therefore, I want to emphasize that the following is a 100 % true and self witnessed incident, even though it may seem weird or unlikely. Now, on to the story! Last Friday night, I was walking in a park in the city centre. Ahead, perhaps 30 meters from me, I suddenly see three girls, probably about 18 years old. They ran to some trees, right where I was heading, pulled their pants down and squatted. There were quite a lot of people and street lights around, and they didn’t hide at all; just peed right on the ground in the park. I didn’t want to make them uncomfortable, so I tried not to look too much at them. However, they didn’t seem bothered by the fact that there were plenty of people around, some of whom were watching as the young women emptied their bladders. I mostly turned my attention to the girl on the very left. She was very good looking, had a slim petite body, long straight blonde or light brown hair and tight dark pants. And she was peeing like a race horse. Not in a straight stream – it went everywhere. The urine went on the sides of her butt, on the ground, and probably on her shoes as well. She seemed fairly drunk, but was in a good mood, laughing and talking with her friends – apparently oblivious to the fact that she was peeing everywhere, in front of many by passers; myself included. Like I said, I didn’t want to stare, but it was difficult not to get a little excited while discretely catching glimpses of this beautiful young woman. When they were finish peeing, two of the girls quickly stood up and fixed their clothes (can’t remember what they were wearing). None of them wiped or washed themselves in any way. But our main protagonist took her time. She stood up, revealing a very tight and cute butt; it wasn’t too big, but sticking out a little. At this point, I had walked past them, but stopped nearby in the crowded area. After a little while, the girl pulled her white panties up. They were about the size of a rather small bikini bottom, not thong, still showing off her beautiful wet butt. The three girls were laughing and apparently having a good time, while her pants were still on her knees. Then, suddenly, it all became even more interesting. The girl fell over, and landed right in the spot where they all had just peed. The ground was soft, and she didn’t seem to hurt herself. Instead, she was lying on her back in their pee, pants still around her knees, laughing like crazy. All three of them apparently found it extremely funny, and they all laughed. As I mentioned, they seemed drunk, but not helplessly wasted. A man and a woman walked over, and offered to help the girl to her feet, while one of her friends repeatedly said “she’s lying in my pee!”, while still laughing. The girl on the ground pulled her pants on before she got up, and at this point, her panties, jacket and pants must have all been covered with dirt and urine. But her clothes were dark, so I couldn’t see the wetness. When she was back on her feet, they wandered away. They were all still laughing hard, and it seemed like they had a great time, not bothered by the scene they had just created. Nor did it seem like they thought the experience was disgusting in any way, even though one of them were covered in pee from all three girls. And, to be honest, that was the best part of it all: None of the involved girls seemed to feel that the incident was unpleasant. They just got a good laugh, and a funny story.