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  1. amy's nightmare(silly game i made) View File this is a silly little game i made. basically you run around a forest until "ghosts" (they look quite poor i'm not going to lie) scare the pee and poop out of you. you can focus the camera on amy's ass, crotch or face. when the fear meter reaches 50% amy wets herself, when it reaches 100% she soils herself and wets again. enjoy :) Submitter pp123 Submitted 02/23/2017 Category Female videos  
  2. File Name: Nature calls, peeing underwear in the forest File Submitter: FinnishBoy File Submitted: 01 Jul 2015 File Category: Underwear Wetting Had quite an adventure there! Almost got caught twice by a motorized scooter coming almost a nonexistent path in the middle of the forest! But finally got my relief Click here to download this file
  3. Hi all. Long time no see, but this vivid naughty dream appeared out of no-where last night and was too good not to share. Can't imagine how subconsciously horny I was fantasise like this in my sleep. I woke up in the calm dead of night. Despite the chilly winter evening, my window was ajar. The curtains danced in the frosty breeze, but I was warm. Like the curtains butterflies danced in my tummy. My long hair swirled on my pillow, tickling my flushed cheeks and sending shivers down my spine. It was a mix of nerves and excitement, a distinctive combination that can only mean one thing. I was horny. Very horny. Barely thinking I left the soft embrace of my bed and swept up my fleecy pjs. With nothing on underneath, the fleece stroked my skin as I tiptoed out the cottage and toward the tree line. Every step was as if a painter had coated his brush in pleasure and was gently swiping it over my delicate skin. I reached the tree line and headed into the woods as far as the moonlight took me. With only thin flip-flops on my little feet, I felt every twig I stepped on. Soon I was in the pitch black, but I was not afraid. There was only one thing on my mind. Unable to see, every other sense was heightened. My pants were getting sticky. I listened to the acute sounds of the forest at night. The trees rustling in the gentle breeze, the crickets singing to their mates and a stream tricking in the far distance. My stream was coming. I was shaking now, excitement building in me as I got closer and closer. My arms crossed to keep me warm, my feet side by side. Then it happened. With no panties my fleece pants quickly filled with a torrent of pee. I gasped aloud as the pee, red hot compared to the winter's night, dashed inside my legs and flowed over my cold feet. The leaves below me crackled as my thick stream beat its way through the fleece and rained down. Twigs and moss on the ground kicked a warm spray over my toes, sending a buzz all through my little, sensitive body. I grasped at my soaking pants; pulling them tight to here the hiss. But it felt so good. So very very good. Out of control I slid a hand past the lose waistband. My fingers were wet, drenched in hot pee. I slipped in, rubbing as fast as I could. The pleasure was real, so real I could hardly handle it. My moans fell into the night. I rubbed harder. I went deeper. I was alive. Bursts of electric rocked my core. Soon my wet fingers were dashed with my sweet sticky juices. The cold pee soaked fleece was warm again as my hot cum rolled over the palm of my hand. I woke dreary eyed. My bottom was soaked, my sheets covered. I could hear dripping as my still warm pee hit the wooden floor. My knees trembled and my cheeks were flushed. I wish you all happy holidays.
  4. tach14

    Erin's Wet Ride

    This story is from a request by ssjammerz. Thanks for your idea! It was a pleasure writing it! Erin woke up early Saturday morning feeling very excited for some time off of work. It has been a long tiring week, and Erin needs time to decompress. She believes the best way to relax is to go for a scenic bike ride. The only place for Erin to go cycling is at the local park, which is very secluded due to the small number of residents in the area. Today Erin is wearing a white low cut Dri-fit T-shirt and tight black bike shorts, which hug her curvy figure. She grabs a water bottle from the fridge before heading out to her bike. Erin mounts the bike and pedals to off to the park. Her long black hair flows through the breeze as she rides along. It's a beautiful sunny morning with no one around. Soon Erin reaches the park, and chooses a cycling trail to take. The longest route should be great Erin thought taking a gulp of her water. As Erin relaxes, she realizes that she forgot to use the toilet before she left. No worries, just focusing of enjoying the ride Erin sighs. Soon the trail is surrounded by tall green trees. Erin continues pedaling at a steady pace making her a little tired. She coasts and gulps down almost all of her water felling relieved. Erin's bladder fills as she pedals along the path, stretching the black spandex barely covering her butt. A little more discomfort in her bladder causes her to slow the pace down. More liquid is sloshing around bulging her bladder. Erin uses her bike seat to put pressure on her aching pussy to help hold her pee longer. She continues riding, flying past a rest area. Too fast for her to notice, or to stop. Erin needs to find a bathroom soon. Sweating, she moans in desperation, and coasts to slow down. Erin now has a very full bladder, and is very desperate to find a toilet. Erin hasn't had an accident since she got locked out of her house, and ended up losing control all over her porch. She grimaces at the memory. Her bike is shaking and swerving from her holding her bladder with a hand. Up ahead Erin spots a clearing in the woods. She coasts to a halt and sighs in relief. There is a small wooden shack marked bathroom. Erin whimpers as she steps off the bike. Her bike shorts dig into her swollen bladder as she stumbles toward the door. Erin goes to turn the handle, but it's stuck. Some one has jammed the door tight, leaving the toilet unreachable. She crosses her legs in agony. Erin can't hold on much longer. Holding her crotch with both hands, Erin can barely stop any pee from escaping. She decides to just pull her black shorts down and relieve herself here. Just as Erin grabs the waistband, a family of bike riders coast past. She whimpers in desperation turning her back to the path so they can't see her awful situation. Erin's bladder spasms, and a squirt of pee dampens her black shorts. Erin gasps doubling over trying anything she can to hold in her pee in. Another spasm jolts her full bladder. A stream streaks down her legs, and into the grass. More hot yellow pee escapes as Erin sobs losing the battle. She releases her hands as her bladder contracts spilling all her pee soaking her crotch and her shorts. Erin's pee trickles down her legs as her bladder finally empties. She inspects her shorts. Her crotch is completely wet, and her butt is soaked as well. Erin waddles back to her bike feeling relieved, and surprisingly more relaxed than ever. Maybe she will give another thought to wetting herself Erin thought pedaling home.
  5. J ch. 4 Gone for a Hike Jane woke up early Saturday morning anticipating the adventure she has planned out all week. She finally has the perfect time and weather to go hiking alone. This weekend her town is having a festival, so everyone will most likely be there while Jane can hike alone in the forest. Today Jane is going to be a little naughty in the woods. She yawns and stretches. Jane climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom. Her bladder is full from a long nights sleep. Jane shivers as she sits herself down on the cold toilet seat. A slow trickle followed by a loud hiss splatters the toilet bowl as Jane decides this is the last time she uses the toilet for today. She wipes and flushes. Jane decides to wear a black sweater, which hugs her breasts tightly. She puts on a light wash pair of skinny jeans that tightly grab her curvy hips and dig into her lower abdomen. Jane giggles at her choice of underwear. She holds up a light pink pair of cotton panties with white polka dots and lace decoration that lines the waistband. She slips on a pair of UGG boots and smiles. Jane admires herself in the mirror turning around to inspect her curves. Jane finishes up in her room. Then she quick makes breakfast, brews a large coffee, and grabs her bag before heading out the door. Jane's bag contains 2 bottled waters, a large soda, 1 diaper from her original pack, and a roll of toilet paper in case things get too out of control. Jane gets in her car and begins her 20 minute journey to the hiking trails. Jane sips on her coffee as she drives. Coffee really makes her urgent for the toilet. She remembers a time at work drinking too much coffee and feeling her bladder fill quickly. Jane is now able to relax and embrace this sensation all alone. As Jane drives, she brainstorms naughty ideas of what to put herself through in the woods. Her favorite and most daring thought is to become as desperate as possible after drinking the coffee and water, and then find a secluded spot off the trail to strip naked and hold on until she is bursting. Then she will slip on a diaper to control everything. Jane will save the soda for afterwards. Jane shivers in excitement as she finally arrives at the hiking trails. She gulps down the rest of her coffee, grabs her bag and leaves the car. There is a breeze which blows her soft curly hair and sends a shudder down her back. Jane enters the trail casually taking her time and enjoying the peaceful surroundings. As she walks, Jane takes out the first bottled water and sips on it occasionally. Each cool gulp travels down filling her bladder. Jane continues down the path taking in the breathtaking scenery of the thick forest. The birds singing and the trees swaying with the breeze. As Jane admires the sights, signs of a filling bladder start to show. Her bladder is slightly bloating, which tightens the waist of her jeans causing them to begin to dig into her bladder. Jane finishes the first water with ease and continues walking. Her cute pink polka dotted panties are beginning to ride up between her buttcheeks and slightly into her pussy. Jane pushes the discomfort aside and continues hiking. Along the trail, Jane spots a bench and sits for a rest. She opens the last water bottle and gulps it down. Her bladder is now bulging and Jane urge to pee is becoming a bigger discomfort. She bounces one knee while massaging her lower abdomen. This helps a little, but she squirms and crosses her legs feeling more desperate to pee. Jane lets out a deep breath and decides to stand and continue to hike. She walks every few steps and stops to hold herself with one hand pressing on her pussy. Her nipples harden as Jane realizes she can't hold on much longer. A moan escapes her as she crosses her legs again. Jane's bulging bladder is in a desperate need of a release. She massages her breasts with one hand squeezing them and hardening her nipples while using her other hand to hold her pee in. Jane's pussy becomes damp from the excitement and a small wet patch forms on her panties. Jane's bladder is now full to burst and she gasps as a jolt of pain hits her bladder doubling her over to struggle to hold it in. She almost lost it Jane thought. Jane decides it's time to find a spot to relieve herself. She finds a mostly covered area surrounded by a few bushes. Jane sets down her bag and pulls off her sweater exposing her boobs. A cool breeze gives her goosebumps and Jane moans in protest. She pee dances in the little clearing; Jane closes her eyes, and massages both her beasts. Relieving some tension. She unbuttons her jeans and pulls them to her ankles. Then Jane hears voices. This breaks her from her blissful trance. Shocked, Jane quickly looks for a new hiding spot. The voices are coming closer. Jane spots a small bridge, which has a creek running below it. Jane moments from setting herself, snatched her bag and sweater and stumbles with her jeans at her feet and boobs exposed toward the bridge. Jane's bladder contracts again causing a warm jet of pee to dampen the front of her panties. Jane makes it under the bridge just as the voices pass out of range. There is just enough room for her to sit under the bridge without getting wet. She quickly pulls her panties down and fumbles around for her diaper in her bag. As she desperately tries to find the diaper, she knocks the toilet paper out her bag, and watches it roll into the creek, and float away. She cusses to herself in frustration. Her tired bladder swells in agony. She whimpers in desperation searching for the diaper. Jane's bladder contracts again squirting hot pee out of her aching pussy and onto the forest floor. The pee runs down her legs, and wets her panties and her jeans a bit. Jane finally grabs the diaper halfway through her pee and quickly puts it on. She squirms as the rest of her pee is soaked up by her diaper. Now exposed, Jane can't wait any longer. She thrusts a hand into her diaper rotating her index and forefinger into her soaked pussy. Jane takes her other free hand and shoves it down the back of her diaper; running her fingers along her asscheeks until she reaches her anus. Jane begins thrusting her pussy and her index finger up her anus at the same time. Jane moans and moans thrusting quicker and deeper into herself, sloshing her regions with warm pee. She rocks back and forth under the bridge faster and faster until she lets out a sharp gasp as she gloriously climaxes. Jane gasps for air as she collects herself. She inspects the damage. Her panties are soaked and now has nowhere to put them and her jeans have wet spots on them from where the pee had gathered at her feet. She sadly tosses them aside onto the forest floor. She puts her diaper back on along with her sweater and jeans. The diapers shape in only visible at her bottom of her ass in her jeans. Jane giggles at the sight of herself. She gathers her bag and hikes back to the path. Jane reaches into her bag and takes out her large soda bottle. It fizzes all around her mouth as she sips it down. Jane knows her bladder will fill again soon with a stronger urge to pee. The diaper sloshes pee up her buttcrack and over her pussy as she walks. Jane loves this sensation and sways her hips more as she walks. Bouncing her ass more with each step. Jane finishes the soda and puts it back in her bag. Ahead, there is a fork in the trail. One sign points right. It has a bathroom sign on it. The sign pointing left has a chain over the path. The trail is closed off due to some downed trees. Jane would normally take the path leading to a bathroom, but today she will risk going around a few trees. Jane steps over the chain and follows the trail. She encounters a few downed trees, which she easily climbs over. Jane's bladder is filling again, a little sooner than she is hoping for. She wanted to reach the end of the trail before peeing again. As Jane stumbles along the trail. Her bladder is bulging again. Her already aching bladder is starting to become desperate for a release. Jane bites her lip and crosses her legs. She is determined to meet her goal. Her bladder is now full and swollen. Jane takes a hand and grabs her crotch. She is losing control and can't wait much longer. A jolt of her bladder sends a jet of hot pee into her diaper. Jane crosses her legs; grabbing her crotch moans in desperation. Jane sees the opening in the trees. The end of the trail! She stumbles closer and closer. A few more squirts of pee escape. Jane reaches the end, panting and gasping for air. She can't control her bladder any longer and her muscle contracts flooding her diaper with more warm pee. Janes sighs in relief as pee trickles into her soaked diaper. The diaper is extremely full and is very noticeable to anyone nearby. As Jane collects her thoughts, the voices return. The group of hikers are also exiting the trail. She starts off walking at a brisk pace afraid to go any faster. Her full diaper is unable to absorb the remaining pee from her recent incident. If Jane speeds up, the diaper may leak and wet her jeans. Jane finally arrives at the parking lot noticing a small school bus. That explains all the hikers. She wondered naughtily what the hikers faces would have looked like if they discovered her in the woods naked and peeing herself. Jane reaches her car and carefully sits herself in. Her diaper squishes around her ass. She shivers with pleasure. She starts her car and admires her actions over the course of the morning. Jane drives home remembering she can't use a toilet for the whole day. What else could she put herself through? -End
  6. I’ve always enjoyed long walks alone in quiet environments. On Friday, after being rather busy lately, I decided to take a wonder around the countryside surrounding the cottage I rent a room in. It was around 10am, and the sun was offering a warm glow. Under the trees, the shade was cool and refreshing. But I do have to admit there was a cheeky reason for my walk. You see, since moving to the UK, I’ve had nowhere to take mischievous tinkles outside. There is a beautiful old tree standing alongside a bridal way on my cycle home from college, but it doesn’t offer the greatest protection from prying eyes. Through fear of interruption, I’m only ever comfortable to squat and water the grass around it’s base. So yesterday I found myself wondering along paths and narrow tracks in the surrounding woodland. My goal to find a private place I could visit again and again. With naughty thoughts on my mind and a spring in my step, I was finding the paths least crossed paths by judging undergrowth and otherwise undisturbed vegetation. I had a small bag with me, containing a change of pants and that all important towel. I was following a path that had clearly not been walked for some time. Wearing boots, thick jeans and a long sleeved dark blue top to protect my skin, I pushed aside branches and trod carefully through ferns, being cautious to not leave tracks of my own. I’d got onto this route back at an apparent cross-road about a mile south. A fallen tree had seemingly rendered this particular path out of reach for the local dog walkers. But in contrast to most of the locals, my young nimble body had no trouble navigating around these obstacles. Eager to wet my skinny jeans I’d already forced a few squirts of pee to dampen the fabric. Through the trees ahead I could see a manmade structure, and at this point I started to pay particular attention to the ground ahead. My intention was to try and spot evidence of human tracks, some sign that another person had visited recently, but I saw none. I approached the building in disbelief. When I’d set out to find a private place for some fun in the woods, I was expecting a tiny clearing or an uprooted tree providing a visual shield from passers by. This was far greater. Not only was I intrigued by it’s privacy but I’m drawn to abandoned places. Ever since seeing an old car in the woods when I was young, I’ve loved the overgrown nature and manmade cross over. My heart was beginning to pump. Adrenaline was on the rise. It was a small shack, wooden walls and a corrugated tin roof. At a guess I’d say around 10x12 foot, standing around 6 feet tall. I walked it’s permitter a few times, checking for other access routs and trying to see through the trees to what lay beyond. It appeared my goal was reached. This place was in the middle of no-wear. It had clearly not been used for several years, and the possibility of another human having visited in the last few months was very slim. The door was made up of thin rotted wooden panels, no different to that of a shed. There was a heavily corroded latch on the left hand side, but no padlock. With caution, I swung the door open and looked around inside. My heart pumped. Now, knowing I was completely alone and with no chance of interruption, I started my hunt for the spot I’d pee. My adrenaline levels were starting to give me flutters of excitement. I was horny. I was ready. Ready to feel the heat in my pants. Ready to see the damp down the inside of my legs. There were two rooms, the first lit by light through the crack in the door, and the second through a small hole in the roof. With the exception of a small stall in the first room, there were no furnishing. The floor just mossy, uneven earth. It had clearly been intended for storage, how ever many years ago it had been built. My knees were beginning to shake. A gentle breeze drifted through the gaps in the wooden walls. I stood in the second room, looking at the floor. Birdsong. Wind through thick, bushy branches. Standing on the spot, I closed my eyes. My legs were crossed, but now I separated them. I breathed in. The magic mix of nerves and excitement simmering in me. Then, I relaxed. Warmth filled my already damp panties. I breathed in sharply, smiling and biting my lip. The first squirt wasn’t visible from the outside. Horny and in a hurry, I untied my boots and set them aside. My socks settled in the soft floor. Once again I stood upright, closed my eyes and allowed another hot squirt into my pants. It felt so good. Delicately, I tickled myself through the fabric of my jeans. Shivers ran through me. The contact was enough to settle all nerves and another squirt of hot pee ran into the denim. Now, a wet patch was appearing in my crotch. The squirt opened up into a continuous flow. A roaring hiss began. My hart raced. My body raged with excitement. The denim absorbed the pee like no other fabric. My bladder poured into my panties. I could feel the tingling warmth reaching up around my pert bottom. A thin trickle broke through at the front and found it’s way down the inside of my legs. I was feeling so very naughty. In mid flow I crossed my legs again, allowing the hot pee to collect above me knees before breaking over and running once again along my calves. My hands trembled with excitement. As my bladder emptied its last dashes of hot pee, I watched the puddle soaking into the ground around my feet. Now, with soaked jeans, I stood in the dark little shack. Two great damp patches stretched from my crotch, down the inside of my legs and all the way to my socks. The dark wet teared over the front of of my right thigh, where I’d crossed my legs. Up top the warm, wet fabric rubbed me as I snuffled on the spot. Behind, the pee had collected around my bottom, leaving a curved patch underlining my cheeks. The tight fabric hardly left enough room to slip my trembling hand down the waste band. I stood on the watery spot, playing and relieving that build up hormones. I think it’s safe to say I will be visiting that hut again and again in the rest of my time at college. x
  7. I made a post a little while back, describing the first time I ended up accidentally wetting my myself but a couple of days later I realized that it wasn’t technically my first accidental wetting!.. This story is not going to be nearly as detailed as my other story as this episode happened about ten years ago, when I was about 12-13 years old… It was back in my schooldays and I remember that we were going on a field trip in a forest. It was a warm summer day and we had to drive for hours in a bus to get from the school and out to some boy scout lodge, where we would begin the hike… Knowing me at that time, I was probably wearing a loose, mid-thigh long skirt and most likely a tight merchandise t-shirt with Ramstein or Metallica on the front… As we arrived at the lodge, we were told use the bathrooms there if we had to as it would be the only restrooms we would see for quite a while. As it was a warm and sunny day, I had frequently been sipping water doing the ride, in order to stay hydrated and I remember that I had to pee a little bit, not a lot but enough that I thought it would be a good idea to pee while I got the chance… However, at that age I had quite a shy bladder (still kinda has) and I normally had to pee quite a lot in order to use a public restroom… Having decided to try anyway, I spent 5-10 minutes with my panties around my ankles, desperately trying to ignore the sound of girls talking, toilets flushing and toilets stalls opening and closing, before I finally gave up… I felt alright as we set off on what would end up being quite a long walk but after a couple of hours with hiking and frequent water sipping, I found myself having to pee quite a lot… I had the situation under control but could defiantly use a bathroom break!.. After a while we reached an opening in the forest where we would take a break and eat our lunch. With no toilet in sight and nothing but smaller trees around, I did my best to convince my bladder that I could hold it until we came back to the lodge, however the growing urge soon made it clear that I would have pee somewhere in the forest if I wanted to keep my panties dry!.. Having never tired peeing outside before, I wasn’t very keen on the idea of having to squat down somewhere and expose my private parts, especially not as most of the other kids were running around area, playing and such… Willing to do almost anything for a proper toilet I knew that I had no choice and with a couple of paper napkins in my pocked, I started walking in between the trees on my quest to find a private spot. I had to pee sooo bad and the thought of finally getting to pee only made it worse… With one had between my legs I continued into the forest but no matter how far I walked, there seemed to always be someone nearby so when I finally felt that I was far enough away for anyone I could see, I quickly lifted up my skirt pulled down my panties before I squatted down and finally started peeing… The feeling of relieve was amazing! But fearing that someone would accidentally get close to me and see me in this very intimate moment, I was busy looking around to see if anyone was coming in my direction and it was first when I was almost done peeing that I finally looked down just to realize that I was peeing directly into my pulled down panties!.. I quickly pulled them out of the way but my panties were already completely soaked in pee… Very annoyed by the situation I had no idea whether to take off my panties or leave them on and it was mostly the fear of someone looking up my skirt and seeing my naked crotch that make me keep the panties on… I clearly remember the uncomfortable feeling of pulling up my panties and feeling the wet fabric sticking to my crotch and even though they dried relatively fast, my wet panties worked as a constant reminder of my embarrassing accident, every time I took a step…
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    this is a silly little game i made. basically you run around a forest until "ghosts" (they look quite poor i'm not going to lie) scare the pee and poop out of you. you can focus the camera on amy's ass, crotch or face. when the fear meter reaches 50% amy wets herself, when it reaches 100% she soils herself and wets again. enjoy :)

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  9. Hello everyone out there. This is my first post on this forum, so I'd like to take the chance to introduce myself by telling you how my first ever wetting experience made me so happy! I'm quite shy, this is the first time I've told anyone about my love of pee and peeing myself. It all started for me when I was at high school. At the time I lived with my parents in quite a big house on the very edge of town. The house was about half an hours' walk from the school. At the end of the long garden there was a forest which took me about twenty minutes to walk through. On the other side I would continue through town to the school. On this particular summer's week, my parents were away and I'd stayed at home so I could sit my end of year exams. It was the first time I'd ever lived alone, and I loved it. It was great having free reign of the house, and the freedom gave me that little urge to do something naughty, something that I could never do with my parents at home. It was Tuesday, two days into my week of freedom. The day had been quite warm, so I had been drinking a lot of water. On top of that I forgot to put my alarm on the night before, so when I got up late I'd rushed to get ready, forgetting to go to the loo. That afternoon, I was walking home from school and felt quite tired. About 10 minutes into the walk through the forest, I realised that my parents weren't home, so it wouldn't matter if I stopped off for a while to have a rest. No one ever set foot in that little forest, so I had nothing to be afraid of. I laid down on the ground of a small clearing, using my bag as a pillow. There I was, in complete school uniform with a short sleeve shirt, a tie and a knee length grey skirt. Under that I wore black leggings. I'd taken my shoes off and put them next to me. At that point, I drifted off into a light sleep. It must have been at least an hour before I woke again. I woke suddenly, desperately needing to pee. But I had a strange feeling, one that I'd never felt before. Rather than just needing to go to the loo, I could feel an excited urge to do something different. I decided I wouldn't walk the rest of the way home, instead I would stay in the woods and squat to pee. The thought of it gave me a mixed naughty, exciting and nervous feeling. I knew that I shouldn't be doing what I was about to attempt, which made it feel aroused. As I was thinking of what I should do next, I lost track of how desperate I was getting. It was when I begun to sit up that the pressure of my full bladder suddenly felt too great to control. Quickly I stumbled to stand in order to pull of my skirt, but as I did I felt a warm jet of pee escape. I crossed my legs and grabbed hold of my crotch, stopping the flow just as quickly as it had started. For a split second, I moved my hand away from my crotch to pull my skirt off, but it was no good. I felt another jet burst out, followed by the tingle of a few drops running down one leg. Grabbing hold of myself again I quickly realised there was no way I could get my clothes off. But then it dawned on me; It didn't matter! There was no one at home! I could wet myself and no one would ever know. As I got more and more excited, my legs began to shake. There was a part of me not wanting to let go. But my bursting bladder was having none of it. As I tried to decide whether I should do it, another jet escaped. This time my hand was still tightly pressed into my crotch and I felt the warm damp hit my dress. I froze. Excited but nervous. Then shaking with excitement and desperate to go I pulled my hand back and uncrossed my legs. It was now or never! I felt the hot pee burst from my urethral. Then came the loud hiss as it broke through my leggings, spraying out over the inside of my dress. A hot stream rushed down the inside of my legs. As it hit the ground, it splashed out, spraying my feet before collecting in a puddle. The last little drizzle bought the flow to an end. There I was, standing in my complete school uniform over the golden puddle slowly sinking into the ground. My skirt was sprayed with damp patches, and there were great soaking trails down the inside of each of my legs. I watched in amazement as a drip fell from my soaked leggings, splashing into the puddle below. I was bemused by what just happened. My whole body was alive with a buzz of excitement and arousal. I was in bliss. Since that day I have done all that I can to feel that good again. From naughty little things I did in the night when my parents were in bed, to pretending I was attending after school clubs so I could spend an hour once a week alone in the forest. Then came the freedom of moving out and the joys I have when I come home to my empty apartment. I have so many stories to tell and now I know this forum is here that's what I'm going to do! You'll here more from me soon, so 'stay tuned'…
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    Had quite an adventure there! Almost got caught twice by a motorized scooter coming almost a nonexistent path in the middle of the forest! But finally got my relief

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  11. Hello everyone out there. This is my first post on this forum, so I'd like to take the chance to introduce myself by telling you how my first ever wetting experience made me so happy! I'm quite shy, this is the first time I've told anyone about my love of pee and peeing myself. It all started for me when I was at high school. At the time I lived with my parents in quite a big house on the very edge of town. The house was about half an hours' walk from the school. At the end of the long garden there was a forest which took me about twenty minutes to walk through. On the other side I would continue through town to the school. On this particular summer's week, my parents were away and I'd stayed at home so I could sit my end of year exams. It was the first time I'd ever lived alone, and I loved it. It was great having free reign of the house, and the freedom gave me that little urge to do something naughty, something that I could never do with my parents at home. It was Tuesday, two days into my week of freedom. The day had been quite warm, so I had been drinking a lot of water. On top of that I forgot to put my alarm on the night before, so when I got up late I'd rushed to get ready, forgetting to go to the loo. That afternoon, I was walking home from school and felt quite tired. About 10 minutes into the walk through the forest, I realised that my parents weren't home, so it wouldn't matter if I stopped off for a while to have a rest. No one ever set foot in that little forest, so I had nothing to be afraid of. I laid down on the ground of a small clearing, using my bag as a pillow. There I was, in complete school uniform with a short sleeve shirt, a tie and a knee length grey skirt. Under that I wore black leggings. I'd taken my shoes off and put them next to me. At that point, I drifted off into a light sleep. It must have been at least an hour before I woke again. I woke suddenly, desperately needing to pee. But I had a strange feeling, one that I'd never felt before. Rather than just needing to go to the loo, I could feel an excited urge to do something different. I decided I wouldn't walk the rest of the way home, instead I would stay in the woods and squat to pee. The thought of it gave me a mixed naughty, exciting and nervous feeling. I knew that I shouldn't be doing what I was about to attempt, which made it feel aroused. As I was thinking of what I should do next, I lost track of how desperate I was getting. It was when I begun to sit up that the pressure of my full bladder suddenly felt too great to control. Quickly I stumbled to stand in order to pull of my skirt, but as I did I felt a warm jet of pee escape. I crossed my legs and grabbed hold of my crotch, stopping the flow just as quickly as it had started. For a split second, I moved my hand away from my crotch to pull my skirt off, but it was no good. I felt another jet burst out, followed by the tingle of a few drops running down one leg. Grabbing hold of myself again I quickly realised there was no way I could get my clothes off. But then it dawned on me; It didn't matter! There was no one at home! I could wet myself and no one would ever know. As I got more and more excited, my legs began to shake. There was a part of me not wanting to let go. But my bursting bladder was having none of it. As I tried to decide whether I should do it, another jet escaped. This time my hand was still tightly pressed into my crotch and I felt the warm damp hit my dress. I froze. Excited but nervous. Then shaking with excitement and desperate to go I pulled my hand back and uncrossed my legs. It was now or never! I felt the hot pee burst from my urethral. Then came the loud hiss as it broke through my leggings, spraying out over the inside of my dress. A hot stream rushed down the inside of my legs. As it hit the ground, it splashed out, spraying my feet before collecting in a puddle. The last little drizzle bought the flow to an end. There I was, standing in my complete school uniform over the golden puddle slowly sinking into the ground. My skirt was sprayed with damp patches, and there were great soaking trails down the inside of each of my legs. I watched in amazement as a drip fell from my soaked leggings, splashing into the puddle below. I was bemused by what just happened. My whole body was alive with a buzz of excitement and arousal. I was in bliss. Since that day I have done all that I can to feel that good again. From naughty little things I did in the night when my parents were in bed, to pretending I was attending after school clubs so I could spend an hour once a week alone in the forest. Then came the freedom of moving out and the joys I have when I come home to my empty apartment. I have so many stories to tell and now I know this forum is here that's what I'm going to do! You'll here more from me soon, so 'stay tuned'…
  12. This story contains female desperation and wetting. Please do not repost this story without permission. This is a continuation of the previous parts of An Unintentionally Wet Vacation. I recommend reading the previous parts first: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Chapter 9 Zoe let out a long, slow breath as she lay her head back against the pillow. She felt her cheeks flush and a dull tingly sensation still pulsed faintly in her stomach. Turning her head, she stared over at Amber, who, fortunately, still lay sleeping. Zoe began sliding carefully out from under the covers. The soaked sheets clung to her bare legs as she tried to wiggle over to the edge of the bed. Finally, she slid one leg off the side and stood up, holding her breath as the movement pushed a large puddle of pee off the bed and onto the floor. Zoe stood frozen, weight resting heavily on one leg, watching Amber for any sign of movement. When none came, she resumed breathing and turned around to survey the damage to the bed. Upon her egress, the top sheet had fallen upon the flooded bed and now sported a large wet spot gradually spreading out from its center. Internally, Zoe debated whether to clean the bed or herself first; she found the cooling wetness of her clothing unpleasant, but, unlike her clothes, she couldn’t hide the bed, so she resolved to clean it first. Having made her decision, Zoe now found herself at loss for how to actually go about cleaning up the bed. She didn’t have long before Amber woke up; certainly not long enough for the sheets to dry, and she didn’t have any spare sheets with which she could replace the wet ones. But, she thought to herself, the bed didn’t actually need to be made up normally, it just needed to look normal... Working as quickly as she could, while keeping a close eye on Amber’s sleeping form, Zoe stripped the bed down to the mattress. She then remade the bed with only the less-damaged top sheet. The rest of the bedding she set temporarily in a pile between the bed and the far wall. Next, Zoe lifted her suitcase onto the bed and began laying out some of her shirts to strategically cover wet patches on the top sheet. When she had finished, nothing short of a fairly detailed inspection would reveal the deception. With the first stage of cleanup complete, Zoe stood in front of the window staring down at the soaked pile of cloth laying next to the bed. In her mind, she had expected the deception to buy her the time needed to dry it; except, now she was unsure how she had ever expected to accomplish that, given she really had nowhere to hang it up to dry. As she stood staring, she heard Amber’s bed creak, and her head whipped up in alarm. “Morning Zoe,” Amber said groggily from her bed, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked over inquisitively at Zoe. “Oh, hey Amber,” she replied as innocently as she could manage, “I was just trying to decide what to wear today.” Amber nodded, fell back on her bed, and stretched. As Zoe watched Amber begin to get up, her hand brushed against her shorts, reminding her they were still soaking wet along with pretty much her entire back side. Quickly Zoe dropped down onto her knees behind the bed and pretended to inspect a blue tank top. Amber trudged off to the bathroom, and Zoe sprung into action the moment the door closed. Pulling off her shorts, she threw them into the pile at her feet then rummaged through her suitcase for something to wear. Zoe searched frantically for her swimsuit bottoms, but she couldn’t find them anywhere in her suitcase. When she heard Amber begin to pee into the toilet she knew time was running out. She pulled a pair of lightweight capris out of her suitcase and struggled to pull them on as quickly as possible. When the fabric gave her a rough wedgy she realized she had forgotten panties, but at the same time she heard Amber’s stream slow to a trickle and knew she didn’t have time for them now. She whipped off her nightshirt and pulled the first top she could find out of her suitcase, a thin lacy white top. As Amber finished washing her hands and began to open the door, Zoe quickly kicked all of her wet sheets and clothes under the bed and stood up. A puzzled smirk came over Amber’s face when she left the bathroom and looked over at Zoe. Zoe’s heart sank, but she couldn’t figure out what had given her away. She prepared to tell Amber a story about how she had dreamed she was using the bathroom, but before she could start, Amber laughed. “Unless you’re on your way to visit Jason, you might want to wear something under that top.” “What?” Zoe gasped, caught totally by surprise. “At least wear your swimsuit under it!” Zoe looked down to see the sheer material revealing the contours of her chest. “Whoops, I didn’t realize it was so... transparent...” Zoe murmured as she bent over to rummage through her suitcase again. This time she extracted a light blue tank top and a white bra and then retreated to the bathroom as quickly as she could. The events of the past several minutes caught up with Zoe as she dressed. As it turned out, she still needed to pee rather badly. When she pulled down her capris she cursed under her breath, realizing she had forgotten to bring panties with her to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she met up with Amber in the main bedroom, and the two headed off to find some breakfast. Chapter 10 Early that afternoon, the entire group gathered on the beach to discuss the day’s plan. Dave, the trip’s senior chaperon, covered the details. “This afternoon we’ll be hiking through the heart of the island to a plantation left by early settlers of the island. It’s a few hours away on foot, and the terrain is pretty rough at points, so we’re going to break into three groups. Jason will lead one group along the most difficult, but also the most interesting, path. I’ll lead one group along an easier path. And anyone who doesn’t feel like walking can wait around and take the bus.” As Dave finished speaking, people began shifting around and congregating into the groups Dave had described. Amber put a hand on Zoe’s arm, “I’m not sure if I’m up for really rough terrain, you wanna go with Dave?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m not either... but I want to go with Jason. Look, it’s fine if you want to go with Dave without me though.” Amber pursed her lips, “no, you need my support or you won’t get anywhere,” she joked, converting her frown into a sly smile. The pair made off towards Jason, around whom only Alexa and Eric had gathered. “Looks like not too many people feel like taking a treacherous hike this afternoon,” Jason said with a smile. “Anyway,” he continued, “we’ve got some rented gear back at my cabin, so let’s go pick that up and be on our way.” At Jason’s cabin, the group donned rented hiking boots and backpacks, already filled with an assortment of bottled water, snacks, ropes, bandages and other miscellaneous accessories. At first the going was easy and the trees provided a great deal of shade from the scorching sun. But after 20 minutes, the ground began to rise and the trees thinned out. Soon they arrived at a small creek running along the path, and Jason called for a break. “God damn is it hot,” Zoe bitched to Amber, stretching out on some moss next to the creek as she spoke. “Yes, well, whose fault is this again?” Amber retorted jovially as she handed Zoe a half empty water bottle. “Aww, aren’t they cute,” Zoe said, changing the subject abruptly and pointing across the path. Alexa lay with her head in Eric’s lap as he poured cool water into her mouth like a waterfall. It remained cute up until Eric began pouring a little too quickly and Alexa choked, sending a geyser of water into his face. Amber took a cheerful jab at her friend, “Guess you need a little more practice with having your throat full, Alexa.” Jason struggled to maintain a straight face while the others broke out laughing. Zoe’s thoughts were driven straight to him, but she did her best to force a laugh. This would be a stressful walk if every sexual innuendo kept making her think of Jason, especially with Amber constantly teasing her about him. “Well, we really need to be going, we don’t have a lot of time to spare if we want to meet the others on time,” Jason prompted. “OK, justa sec I gotta pee. Alexa, Zoe, either of you coming?” Amber asked. “I’m good,” Alexa replied. “Me too,” Zoe echoed. In fact, Zoe did have to pee, but she didn’t want Amber to see that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her capris had been intimately reminding her of that fact every step of the hike, and she didn’t need Amber teasing her about that too. When Amber returned she took one last jab at Alexa, “come on, we have to get moving before Eric tries to put something else down your throat.” Alexa responded with a friendly tap on the arm, “Don’t be jealous because you haven’t found a boyfriend of the week yet.” “Touché,” Amber replied, as Jason and Eric led the group down the path and the three girls followed closely behind. The vegetation remained relatively sparse, and the sun remained absolutely hot, so the group took frequent water breaks as they walked along the stream. About 90 minutes, later they stopped for a rest at a bend in the path. An old wooden bridge crossed the stream and took the path on a course perpendicular to the flowing water. Before sitting down, Zoe looked around impatiently for somewhere to relieve herself. Unfortunately, the thin tree cover offered few sheltered spots; as had been the case at the last two stops. On the up side she thought, they were more than halfway there and the exercise helped distract her from the need to go. She sipped from her water bottle, willing to trade some discomfort in her bladder now for relief from dehydration later in the day. Jason kept glancing at his watch with concern as the group rested. “Hey guys, we’re running a bit behind cause of all of the stops. Drink up now, we’re going to need to push it a bit longer between stops to get there in time.” Zoe took a long draw from the bottle, strapped her backpack on, and joined the group as they resumed their trek. Once they had cleared the bridge, the undergrowth began to thicken and block out more of the sun. The ground also became rockier as they moved towards a series of valleys that characterized the central region of the island. Within 30 minutes, no sign of the sky remained visible; green sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting an odd tint on everything below. Mentally Zoe noted that the undergrowth provided plenty of cover for her now, but Jason made no indication that he planned to stop anytime soon, and the exercise no longer provided much distraction from her need to go. She, Amber, and Alexa had dropped back just beyond earshot from the boys and walked along chatting idly. “I have to pee,” Alexa commented to no one in particular. “So do I, you should ask Jason to stop,” Zoe prompted. “How about you ask him?” “I don’t really have to go that bad,” Zoe lied. “Me neither,” Alexa said, much to Zoe’s dismay. Alexa didn’t know whether she could actually wait, but she also didn’t want to be the sole reason for the group to take a break. She could feel moisture between her legs but told herself it was only sweat. The girls walked on in silence, but several minutes later Alexa felt a drop of liquid caress her inner thigh on its way to the ground. She still wanted to believe it was just sweat, but she was so numb from holding that she wasn’t sure. “Sorry guys, I’ve gotta call for a break,” she told the other two. Neither had time to respond before Alexa dashed up the path towards the boys, who had disappeared around a bend in the trail. She came to an abrupt stop when she saw Jason and Eric picking their way gingerly along a narrow rock ledge overlooking a steep, rocky drop to the ground below. The ledge projected only about a foot out from a nearly vertical rock face that stretched up and away. Jason and Eric were shuffling along sideways, their faces to the wall with their backpacks sticking out over the ravine. Carefully they moved along from one hand-hold to the next, but both stopped when they saw Alexa round the corner. “Alexa,” Jason called out, as Zoe and Amber rounded the bend too, “it looks like this part of the trail got washed out. It’s only about 20 feet to the other side, but it gets really narrow here in the middle for a couple feet.” “Could we just take a quick break?” Alexa yelled back, struggling to keep panic out of her voice as she felt another drip run down her leg, less certain than ever that it was just sweat. “We’ll take a break on the other side, I want us all to cross together, and it’s too dangerous for Eric and me to cross back now.” Grimacing and praying she could hold it, Alexa stepped cautiously out onto the ledge. She began shuffling along, barely cognizant of her surroundings as she struggled to hold both the rock wall and her bladder. Zoe followed Alexa onto the ledge. She wasn’t faring much better; the narrow rock shelf forced her body into an uncomfortable upright position, and the immense dropoff behind her severely limited her ability to squirm or hold herself. She had to pause several times to avoid losing control. Jason and Eric stood waiting patiently near the middle of the span when the girls finally arrived. As Jason had said, the already skinny path narrowed even more at this point. Jason reached out his hand and Alexa took it thankfully. She shifted her right foot further down the path to shuffle through the treacherous spot. As she shifted her weight from left to right she accidentally bumped her shoulder against the rock face. Feeling herself losing balance, she instinctively slid her right foot backwards in an attempt to bring it under her shifting center of mass, but her foot met nothing but air. Her left leg buckled under the expected weight, and she let out a shrill scream as she began sliding down the steep cliff face. Zoe reacted instantly, managing to grab Alexa’s flailing left hand as she slipped. Zoe would have easily been dragged from the edge too, had Jason not already been holding Alexa’s other hand. But Zoe and Jason still stood facing the rock wall, unable to turn fully around and pull Alexa up due to the bulk of their backpacks sticking out behind them. For the next few seconds everyone stood motionless. Adrenaline coursed through Zoe’s blood as her left hand gripped the rock in front of her and her right hand held Alexa behind her. She stared with unseeing eyes at the rock face, unable to see Alexa, but acutely aware of the sounds around her. The shrill scream had turned into soft sobs of fear, underscored by a soft hissing and the echoing plip of liquid dripping onto rock. Jason spoke up in a shaky voice, “Zoe, on the count of three let’s pull her up carefully.” “OK. On three. One... Two... THREE,” Jason counted. Lifting with all their might, Zoe and Jason pulled Alexa back to the relatively safety of the ledge. The group stood in embarrassed silence as Alexa hugged the rock wall while a stream continued running down her legs and over the precipice to the ground far below. Not able to help it, Zoe turned her head discretely to look at Alexa, but the vision of the spreading dark patch on Alexa’s clothes made her start to leak herself, and she was forced to look away. Finally the hissing noise tapered off. “OK,” Alexa whispered timidly. Alexa was still shaking, but managed to make it past the narrowest part of the path this time. Now, Zoe realized with fear, it was her turn, and she too was having trouble keeping a steady footing while fighting her bladder. She looked over at Jason. His face was as white as hers felt, but he couldn’t take her hand because Alexa was between them on the path. “Here, let me take your hand,” Amber offered. Zoe started to reach out, but Jason interrupted, “No, if she slips you won’t be able to hold her by yourself, she’ll just pull you down too.” Amber hesitated. “It’s OK Amber, he’s right,” Zoe said, returning her hand to the rock. Zoe shuffled forward, making it just past the point where Alexa had slipped. Suddenly she felt a spasm in her bladder and gasped she sprang a second momentary leak. She froze, gripping the rock with all her might. Jason yelled out in terror, “Hold on Zoe! What the hell is wrong?” “I... I have to pee,” she said. Jason looked up at the sky with his eyes closed. “Please... God, just go,” he begged. Zoe remained frozen against the rock. The others stood motionless as well. Jason swallowed loudly, “I can’t catch if you fall... just... go enough so you won’t knock yourself over.” Too terrified to argue and unable to hold longer anyway, she leaned her cheek against the cool rock, closed her eyes and imagined herself sitting safely at home on a toilet as another spurt came out. This time it didn’t stop immediately, and an unwelcome warmness filled the crotch of her capris, but then her body involuntarily shut off the flow when she felt it dripping down her legs. She tensed and restarted the flow. This time it hissed out with a force nothing could stop. She blushed while it saturated her socks and pooled in her boots, conscious that everyone was listening to her go, but the relief it brought was still immense. Zoe didn’t stop going until she had completely finished. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into Jason’s, and immediately averted her gaze back to the rock. Feeling much steadier now, she made it across the narrow gap without further incident. Amber followed with no difficulties of her own, and soon the entire group made it safely to the far side where they set down their packs to regroup. A short waterfall cascade down into a deep rock pool in the middle of the little clearing. Amber went off in one direction to relieve herself behind some bushes, while Eric immediately began comforting Alexa. Alexa’s denim shorts had a dark inverted V stain at the crotch, and her legs had numerous cuts and scratches, but she wasn’t seriously hurt; just shocked by the ordeal. Jason put his hand on Zoe’s shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Thanks, I’m glad you’re OK.” His hand lingered a bit longer than was appropriate, then, to Zoe’s surprise, he wrapped his other arm around her and gave her a tight hug. Comforted by his grasp, Zoe returned the embrace and leaned her head on his shoulder. She felt one of his hands sliding down her back, but didn’t make any motion to stop him. The hand explored just to the start of the wet patch. Jason spoke softly into her ear, “Sorry I made you... it’ll dry by the time we get there, don’t worry.” Then he pulled back and walked quickly into the tree cover to relieve himself. Zoe headed over towards Alexa, passing Eric as he too walked towards the bush. “It’s OK, we’re in this together,” she said, trying to comfort Alexa. The two sat in silence for a minute, listening to the steady sound of the waterfall behind them. “Hey, I have an idea! Let’s go wading,” Zoe exclaimed. She grabbed Alexa’s hand and pulled her towards the pool at the bottom of the waterfall. Zoe waded in until the cool water reached just past her waist. She called back to Alexa, who still stood at the edge of the pool. “Come on, it’s nice” Alexa shrugged and stepped into the water. She rubbed the clear water over her legs, soothing the cuts and washing herself off. When the others returned, the two girls left the water and the group resumed their trek through the island’s wilderness. Comments, criticism, and suggestions are all welcome.
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