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I follow this person on PH and she posts some good pee videos. The first link is of her squatting in the bathroom and peeing thru her black satin panties. Second video shows some mild desperation in white jeans. Once she feels it's too much, she pulls them down and lets loose into what I'm assuming is her bathtub (no panties). Both contain nudity. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5cecd28d4b5c9 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d23897441f68

Great vid from VK. Someone should rip it! I think you will need to log in to see it. https://vk.com/videos-161131426?z=video-161131426_456239036%2Fclub161131426%2Fpl_-161131426_-2

Cassandra Ashton swore vehemently as her car sped down the highway. The rain that the weatherman had said was going to miss the town was coming down in torrents. Why they ever decided to hire a goombah like Thomas Wilkins down at the Channel 9 weather report station, Cassandra would never know. Blowing her auburn hair out of her face, she squinted into the watery dark road ahead of her as she tried to find her exit. Her headlights didn’t penetrate the inky blackness quite as well as she would have hoped. Suddenly, a tendril of lightning illuminated the sky just long enough for Cassandra to see that she’d sped past her exit. “Great, just f***king great!” she muttered. It didn’t help that the 4 Big Gulps she’d bought a few miles back was coursing through her like the Colorado whitewater rapids. She crossed her legs and squirmed as she tried to find a shoulder to get over on so she could turn around. As she drove on, she became painfully aware of three things; the rain showed no signs of stopping, she was hopelessly lost, and her bladder was really beginning to nag her now. True, she had a rather large bladder, and was known around her office as Cassie the Supertanker, but even she had a limit, and it appeared that 4 Big Gulps was it. Cassandra drove on, now wedging her hand in between her stocking clad thighs, her red skirt pushed up and opened to allow her throbbing bladder room to expand. She gasped as a small squirt dampened the gusset of her conservative white cotton underwear. Just as she was about to pull over, tear down her underwear and let it rip onto the street, she saw an exit coming up. She veered over to the side and took it, which led her down a narrower, winding lane road. The streetlights became fewer and far between. Cassandra was about to give up and turn around when another bolt of lightning lit the sky again, bringing a large mansion into view. Cassandra decided to stop in, ask for directions, use the toilet, and be on her merry way. She pulled her car up to the wrought iron gate and strangely, it was open. Cassandra had no time to ponder the curiosity of this; she had more pressing matters. She pulled her car up the long cobblestone drive. The mansion was even larger up close, and Cassandra almost decided to drive off. At that very moment a forked blast of lighting split the night sky asunder. For a second before the loud boom of the rolling thunder followed, the image of the house was burnt upon Cassandra's mind. Twisted small shapes which could only be disfigured gargoyles lined the roof and the overhangs of the flung out bay windows. Three stories tall with windows peeking out of the dark slate roof, the building seemed to rise up over the car, pulling it inwards. Shaking her head to dispel the image the storm had created, Cassandra fought back hard to contain the warm pee squirting from her pussy lips and soaking into her cotton panties. It was a stupid notion, she told herself, especially for a grown woman of thirty. She turned off the engine and pulled on her overcoat. She stepped out of her car and shivered as the rain soaked the hands drawing up her coat. Her bladder pulsed with hot urine, a real contrast to the chilling rain falling around her. Cassandra climbed the steps of the manor. It looked deserted; the windows were uninvitingly dark. Fortunately she had left on the car headlights and this provided just enough illumination for her to safely mount the steps to the main door. A quick scan of the dimly lit doorframe provided no sight of a doorbell, so Cassandra resorted to a hard knocking on the thick wood of the right hand door. Echoes of her fist falls reverberated from the other side of the door but there was no other sound apart from the constant drumming of the pouring rain on the porch roof overhead. She beat against the door again. “Hello!?” she called. “Anyone home?” After several more seconds there was still no response. The wind had begun to rise in the short span of time she had been stood on the steps and already the rain had begun to move in under the porch canopy. Scowling in disgust at her rapidly dampening clothing she decided that if she didn't get an answer in the next twenty seconds, then she would pull up her skirt, let down her panties and simply piss all over the steps. If was almost as if the weather had heard her thoughts. With a sharp increase in strength, a new gust of wind sent a wave of rain in her direction. Enough was enough. Cassandra reached for the door handle. It was to her intense surprise when in slid downwards in response and the heavy front door opened inwards without a sound. Cassandra fell forwards catching herself at the last moment. She tentatively crept inside. The door behind her slammed shut of its own accord, cutting off the sound of clattering rain and howling wind so abruptly, Cassandra jumped, losing another spurt to her already damp knickers. She turned back around towards the main foyer, into a dark, eerie stillness. She stood gasping for a moment dazed by the difference between the outside world and the calm indoors. She had a prickly feeling on the back of her neck that suggested she should really not be here, but Cassandra’s swollen bladder would not be denied relief much longer, and it let her know so by angrily pumping a good long squirt of hot piss into her undies, this time creating a small rivulet down her right thigh. However it took Cassandra a good few seconds to steady her beating heart and finally turn around from the door and survey her surroundings. Through the gloom she could just make out that she was stood in an imposing entrance hallway. Cold stone slabs covered the floor leading off to a sweeping staircase leading up and off to the right. Dark doorways fed off at intervals along the wall no doubt leading to various rooms inside the mansion. For now all that mattered was that the house was deserted and that Cassandra still desperately needed to piss a bloody quart. She looked around even more, but the house was most definitely empty. She considered going off in search of a restroom; it definitely beat standing here in the foyer, shivering her ass off and trickling pee down her legs. She gave herself one more quick squeeze and set off towards the large spiraling staircase in the middle of the room. As she ascended, she noticed that the rain sounded strangely muffled, as if the walls of the mansion were soundproof. She came to another hallway. She started down it, when she swore she saw a shadow move. She gasped and squirted again. She had a prickly feeling along her neck that told her that she was not alone, but she decided to press on. She felt her way about in the dark for a while, then pulled out her iPhone and turned on the flashlight. The light didn’t stretch very far, almost as if the darkness were swallowing it, but she managed to illuminate enough of the hallway to go on. She began opening doors and peering inside them to see what was inside them, and more importantly, if any of them contained a toilet. To her surprise, every room was exactly the same; two twin beds at each side of the room, with a bedstand and a lamp upon it. To the right of the bed closest to the door was a closet. Cassandra shone her light around the room and it fell upon the contents of the closet; little dresses that looked like maid uniforms, but they couldn’t have been for girls any older than 12…maybe 16 at the oldest. She continued to search down the hallway, coming upon room after room like this. Her bladder was spurting quite frequently now, to the point where she literally had to hop up and down to keep the flood inside her from gushing all over her twitching thighs. Finally, at the end of the hallway, she came to a room that was surrounded by curtains. The floor was tile, and her heels made a clacking sound that echoed eerily in the darkness as she made her way in. She was immediately startled by a portrait on the far wall. It was of a woman, who looked as if she may be a few years older than Cassandra, with bright, intelligent eyes, and a beautiful but haughty expression. Her raven locks were done up in a delicate bun, and her half-moon spectacles sat on the bridge of her slender nose. She wore what looked like a grown woman version of the maid-clothes Cassandra had seen, except rather than being lavender and white, these were black. She pulled back the curtains, and each one revealed an empty cubbyhole. Cassandra looked into nearly all of them; every cubbyhole shared one thing in common. There was a circle in the floor of each one that was lighter than the surrounding ground, indicating that something usually occupied the space. The last curtain she peered behind proved her suspicions. Sitting on the ground was a squat little cauldron-looking object. Cassandra looked into it…It was about a quarter full with some sort of liquid. It was no toilet, but it would have to do. Cassandra set her iPhone down and hiked up her skirt dancing on the spot, trying to drag the pot out to where she could use it. Her pee was pumping faster than she could stop it; her panties were soaking it up as best they could, the wetness running all the way from her pussy lips to the crack of her ample behind. She positioned herself over the pot. “Care to watch?” she told the portrait sarcastically as she got it into place. Seeing the pot there, ready for her use, only seemed to triple Cassandra’s desperation. Hopping up and down frantically, she kicked off her shoes. She didn’t even have time to pull down her underwear as a torrent of piss jetted from her pussy. Finally, after quite a few hours of torment, Cassandra’s bladder was finally able to relax and pour its steaming contents into the pot. She peed for what must have been minutes, and her audible sigh of relief echoed around the chamber. Once she had finished, she rose up and slid her panties off. They were too wet to wear now, so she merely folded them up and slid them under the now nearly 4/5ths full chamber pot, a little present for whomever owned this house in exchange for her relief. As she snuck back into the hallway, another shadow moved next to her. She hardly had time to register the flash of a little lavender maid dress before she felt hands grip both her arms and blindfold her. She yelped and fell to her knees in surprise before feeling a wad of cloth being shoved in her mouth. The arms began slowly dragging her away, as her screams welling up in her throat were stopped cold by the gag between her teeth. To be continued….

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A 23 year old girl made me a custom wetting video where she was desperate to pee but locked out of the bathroom. She was dancing in her shorts and begging to be let in. After a while she got in after she leaked a bit into her shorts. As she pulled her shorts down she started loosing control before she could get her white cotton pantie down and flooded her panties over the toilet with a loud hissing sound. She did not agree to sharing the video but agreed to share the photos. I even bought the pair of panties that she had the accident in. Let me know if you need her mail address as she agreed that I can share it with the community.

Hi everyone! I'm (eventually) back with a new experience I was lucky enough to live this summer. As always, your feedback is welcome! P. S. : as English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes or typos. ? _________________________________________________________ This summer, I went on holidays in Corsica with my parents. We were to meet some friends of theirs I didn’t know and rent a big house for a week. At first, I was not super excited, as I thought I would be the only “young” one there, but as I live quite far from my parents, it also was an opportunity to spend time with them. But upon arrival, I realized that I was not alone: a couple of my parents’ friends had also come with their daughter. Let’s call her Mel. Mel was on her early 20s. She was quite short with a fit body, curly blonde hair, hazel eyes and a communicative smile. She was wearing a white low-cut T-shirt that highlighted her medium-size firm breasts and a white skirt that stopped mid-thigh. We started chatting and immediately got on well. She was full of life, funny, and could talk for hours about everything…Well, you guessed. I had a crush on her. On the evening, we were all too tired to cook dinner, so we decided to go to the beach restaurant. It was that kind of “pasta – pizza – burgers – sandwiches – fish – meat – salad – pretty much everything that resembles food” restaurants, but it was the only one within foot reach. We took the 10 minute walk and arrived on the beach, admired the magnificent view of the turquoise water and sat to a table. The dinner went on without noticeable event. Mel was in front of me, so we completely forgot about the others and talked about music, books, university… Time flew by and I did not give much care to the chewy pizza I was eating. To be fair, I was also taking quick glances of her cleavage every now and then… But to each their weaknesses… J As we were waiting for the desert, Mel got up and told me she was going to the toilets. She came back only one minute after, so I teased her a bit: “ Hey, you’re faster than Speedy Gonzalez! - No, I couldn’t use the toilets! They’re flooded.” I couldn’t believe it. This only happens in badly scripted omorashi stories, right? The owner of the only restaurant on the beach cannot just put a sign saying “out of order” on the toilet door, and that’s all! Well, in Corsica, he can. And in fact, he had! Bless this man. “Unlucky”, I said, thinking the exact opposite. “Are you okay ?”. At this point, I was trying to sound casual. Nothing exceptional is going on. Like, a wonder young girl has to pee just in front of me, why would my voice quiver with excitement? But she quickly replied “yeah, no problem, I’ll wait till we’re home”. It did not seem that bad: she was in fact crossing her legs every now and then and squirming softly on her chair, but it was impossible to notice for a neophyte. Luckily (for us), it’s more difficult to fool an exercised eye as mine... Slightly leaning forward, feet bouncing… all formed the signature of her growing need. Dinner came to an end and we got up. Mel had some difficulty doing so and started a little pee dance she certainly hoped discreet. I approached her and she whispered in my ear: “Oh my God, I have to pee! - That’s okay, you’ll be home soon. - I hope it’ll be soon enough!” Wow! Calm down, penis, calm down, don’t make it too obvious this beautiful young lady’s predicament is one of the most arousing things I’ve ever seen and heard in my life! My heart was pounding, but if I recall well my anatomy lessons, it’s nowhere mentioned it can break any chest bones. Can it? The adults began to head home, but I told my mother I’d rather stay a bit on the beach and look at the sunset. At least it was my upper brain’s wish - my lower wanted to follow Mel to the house, to the bushes, to the shower, to wherever she would pee. Nevertheless, I let them go (no pun intended),went a bit further and sat on the gravel. I was looking at the red sun falling into the sea, covering the sky in red tones, when I heard step noises approaching. Seconds later, Mel sat next to me. I looked at her in disbelief for a few seconds… “ But didn’t you say -- - Yeah, she cut, I still have to pee. Bad. But you don’t see that kind of show every day, do you? - Surely not, I replied, smiling despite myself at the double meaning. - It’s a bit better when I’m seated. But I couldn’t miss that”, she said while pointing her hand to the sky.” We remained quiet for the following 10 minutes. Or maybe it was 30, I completely lost track of time. When the last drops of red turned purple, I turned towards Mel, ready to say it was time to head home. She seemed lost in the contemplation of the sky. And one of her hand, around her lap. She caught my eye. I’ll never forget her words. “Thunder, I don’t think I can make it home.” - W-well, there’s surely a place to hide!” I looked everywhere around on the beach and there was none. No tree, no bush, just gravel and the restaurant. Why was I panicking? Was it a bit of fear I was feeling on my throat, mixed with excitement? “No, replied Mel, and there are people everywhere on the beach”. That was true. People who had the same idea as me and were seated on the beach, walking, drinking beers… Why did she wait so long? Was it possible that… “What are you gonna… - Shh. (She put a finger on my mouth). Just remain seated and enjoy the view”. I surely will. It was only a matter of seconds. I remained seated, astonished, and did as I was told. And I heard it. The faint hiss. I used all my willpower not to turn my head and, totally bewildered, imagined the wetness slowly spreading on her panty, forming a small pool beneath her butt, then draining through the gravel… I figured the warmth of her cute pussy just behind the see-through fabric… I would have given everything I have to look. I was seated just next to this beautiful young woman peeing in her panty. I could have exploded with desire, and now there was nothing I could do to hide it. When the hiss faded, Mel let out a small sigh and whispered “That’s a lot better”. Her head got closer to mine. So close. Too close… Our lips met. Our tongues melted. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Then we got up. We didn’t say a word – what would I say, anyway? As we headed home, I realised I was holding hands with a young lady with wet panties. Hey, heaven? Weren’t we supposed to meet later? When we got home, she immediately went to take a shower. I was still completely astonished, nearly unable to see where I was going. I ran into my mother, who asked me: “So, did you enjoy the show?” Oh yes. More than I ever expected.

Hi everyone, A couple of days ago I was talking with J (one of my pee friends) and she told me that she has a friend that was interested in wetting and golden showers but never tried it before; J gave her my number and we began talking. The same day we decided to go out and have some drinks. Later we decided to go to a hotel and well... A lot of things happened! She is super into it and loves it! We made a lot of videos but I am just allowed to share the one attached. Hope you like it ? Kat01.avi

Ok so i just thought of this and i know I've seen a few of these kinds of videos: Videos where the girl talk as if your in the room with her.For example: she'll say something, then pause for the viewer (us) to respond and she'll go on with conversation. Im not the best at describing things but i hope that what i just said helps makes sense. Anyone know of any good videos? Thanks

This story recounts a three day adventure between PissEliz (Eliz on this site) and myself. Everything in this post is completely true, obviously. So I am sure many of you know are familiar with PissEliz from Xtube - if not check her stuff out it is amazing (http://www.xtube.com/community/profile.php?user=PissEliz)! About two years ago I messaged her and we started talking/getting to know each other, and eventually had our first Skype date with some wetting involved :) I was really pleased with both her fun personality and her very good looks I must say I felt pretty honored because she had earned a lot of acclaim from the wetting lovers community yet was taking quite a shine to me. We made a few videos for each other and continued to talk pretty frequently over the next couple of years, wetting together on Skype when we had the time. It was always tough because I was on Pacific time while she was on Central European which is a 9 hour difference but overall we made it work. In July, I left for Europe to travel for two months and then attend school for the rest of the year in Germany. At the age of 22, the opportunity to cross the Atlantic and be in different parts of Europe is a fairly special and rare occasion, so naturally I had to make the most of it. At the end of my journey there, I took a one week trip stopping in two Austrian cities before coming to her home town (which I am not including in this story) where I would spend Thursday-Sunday morning with her. This was a double first experience for me. For one, I had never had an in person meet up with someone I met online. Even better, I had never gotten to experience wetting with someone else who shares my fetish. My ex had wet for me many times in the past, but did not share my fetish so naturally did not care if I wet and did not usually enjoy it while she was wetting for me. NEEDLESS TO SAY I was both excited and nervous. She met me outside of my hotel wearing a cute long sleeve black shirt with a rose stitched onto the front, black boots, and maroon colored jeans. With her long, wavy brown hair and deep brown eyes she looked gorgeous. We went up to my room and started to chat and guzzle down some of the water and wine I had purchased for us earlier. It was nice how easy the transition from an online to in person relationship was for us, I had no idea what to expect originally. One of the small issues I have always had with this pretty girl is that she can't drink water too fast (although she has a huge bladder) and I ALWAYS drink water quickly and in large amounts. By the time we headed out to the Christmas Market outside for dinner, I was well ahead of her in desperation, and was getting to a pretty critical level. We grabbed some food and I told her that I had to start making it back to the room, because my situation was getting intense. I was wearing deep blue boxers and washed out grey jeans, and was having to use my hand to clamp down on my dick just to stop the pee from coming out. She was LOVING this, needless to say and could not stop telling me how sexy it was to see me like this, which of course made me want to hold it even longer. Bursting into the lobby and trying to maintain my composure in front of the nice reception ladies, we hustle into the elevator and I immediately have to double cross my legs with a full force clamp on my package. I could feel the pee right at the tip of my penis, my bladder in blissful agony begging me to let the hot piss into my jeans in front of this delicious girl. We get out on the third floor and are halfway to the room when I have to stop again. This time my efforts are not enough to keep myself completely dry, and a big spurt of piss fired down my left leg. She was very excited to get back into the room ;) Once inside, I tossed her down onto the bed we had deemed the 'pee bed' (they gave me two for the weekend, how thoughtful of them :) ) and began to slowly piss into my grey jeans. Using my hands I made sure all the pee fell off my jeans, giving her quite an amazing show. Stripping her clothes off, I stopped the flow and climbed onto her with my soaking boxers still on. Playing with me as I let more go, I emptied to about 1/4 left through my boxers all over her beautiful breasts and flat stomach. For the rest, I let my little friend out of his hiding to empty all over her and the bed. Then of course, it was my turn! Unfortunately she had to go home that evening and did not have another pair of pants, so soaking her red jeans was out of the question (Although hopefully she will let me see her wet them one day <3). But by this point, I was not feeling very picky and she really had to pee. While I was letting it all out on her I could see her holding herself in total desperation and pleasure, so I decided to be nice and let her just piss all over me like I had done to her. I was very turned on and don't remember whether she started in her panties or just let it go completely naked, but either way it was incredible. Her bladder was so huge and everything inside of it was for me. I really let myself enjoy the experience, using her amazing liquid as lubrication - if you get what I'm saying here.. After we were both nice and satisfied, we ate some snacks and talked for a while longer before it was time for her to head home. I walked her down to the entrance of the hotel and with a kiss and a devilish wink wished her a good night and told her I would see her tomorrow. I did indeed see her the next day and the day after that, and the two days following this one were absolutely ridiculous with wetting adventures. Let me know how you like part one, I will include a few pictures in part 2 and 3 :)

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View File 2016-07-25 - Wet fun - chrissyfox9_fullhd A girl in brown trousers walks in a lonely place, squats with legs wide apart and lets out a little pee. Then she repeats it in few various poses, takes the pants a little off and pees into panties. Finally she completely undresses and takes a tight short dress that she wears with no underwear. Nudity warning. Submitter wether Submitted 02/25/2017 Category Pants Wetting  

View File Sasha Concentration Problem Finally I think I have a file to contribute that I have not seen on here. This extremely cute girl is obviously having issues peeing while being filmed. She seems to take it in stride though. Enjoy! WARNING: The girl removes her top in the middle of the video exposing her breasts. Submitter amberpee Submitted 03/21/2015 Category Panty Wetting  

Found a nice wetting video from XTube. Wanted to share http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=s5mZq-S597-#.VMa3oS6WZyE Wetting Fun in the Backyard - XTube Porn Video - aithen.mp4

The first time I got drunk, happened when I was just a little more than fourteen years old. I was alone at home, my mother was at a party at some good friends. As I was born in France, and lived there for about twelve years, before we moved to Sweden, I was used to have a glass of wine mixed with water sometimes at dinner. Well, that evening I got bored being alone, and started to search all the cupboards at our home to find something, that could excite me. In my mother's bedroom I detected a shelf full of the sexiest and wonderfully beautiful underwears. Stuff, that I'd never seen my mother wear. I got really excited and began to try on the most gossamer silk panties and bras. OK, the bras didn't fit, I had hardly any breasts at that age. Then I found sexy garterbelts with pointlace, looking so cute. And there were lots of nylon stockings. Everything felt so nice to touch! I chose panties, a garterbelt and stockings, all of them sinfully black, and put them on. I had some difficulties to find out how to attach the garters to the stocking tops, but eventually I managed. I looked for a dress or a skirt, but they were all too big for me. Then I found a very cute, white petticoat. After having wound its waistband several turns, it fitted rather well. I completed with a very transparent, light red, silk blouse. I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Wow!!! I thought I looked very sophisticated! I hitched up the petticoat. Wow again! I looked so sexy, I thought! I knew, I should have put those clothes back again, but I didn't expect my mother home for hours. So I kept them on and left the bedroom with a proud expression on my face. I thought something was missing though. Surely my face looked very pale and dull. I went to the bathroom and looked among her cosmetics. I put rouge on my cheeks. I liked the eyeliner, I'm proud of my drawing skill, and thought that I made very artistic and elegant eyelines. I smeared dark brown eyeshadow on my eyelids. With a brow pencil I hoped to make my eyebrows thinner and more elegant, finishing with a stylish turn on the ends. I didn't succeed to make my brows thinner; on the contrary actually. And the turns... they looked more like curbed sausages. But anyhow - not too bad for a beginner, I thought after several efforts. With the mascara I succeded very well. I have long eyelashes, and I brushed on a considerable amount of dark brown mascara on them. It made me look very seductive; that was my firm opinion. I finished with painting my lips with red lipstick. I was very pleased with the result, and could hardly tear myself from the mirror. Looking so very grown-up, I thought it would be quite alright to have a glass of wine. I went in to the living room and opened the liquor cabinet. There I caught sight of a bottle of sherry. I remembered, that I once been allowed to taste a few drops of sherry, and that I found it to taste delicious. I didn't think twice; I grabbed the bottle of sherry and quickly shut the cabinet. I wasn't sure of, which glass to choose. There were some rather small glasses, but I thought they were for strong spirits, and I was rather sure, that sherry was a wine. I chose one of the big wine glasses, and poured out a full glass. I tasted it. Yummy! It tasted even better than coca-cola! I brought the bottle and the glass with me to the living room, and sank down into an arm chair. I raised the glass in what I thought to be a sophisticated manner, and proposed a toast to myself. I went on proposing toasts to one friend after the other. The first glass was soon finished, and I poured out an other. I really liked sherry! I appointed it to be my favourite drink. Ever! For which I proposed another toast. By now I needed to pee. But not yet, I thought, I could easily hold on much longer. I emptied the second glass. I sensed a crave for biscuits, and stood up. I took a first step towards the kitchen, but it was like my legs no longer knew how to walk, and I stopped. I wobbled to and fro and then, suddenly, I found myself sitting in the chair again. I thought that was as it should; I didn't remember, why I stood up. Anyway, my head was kind of spinning, and I thought it was only wise to sit down. It was a funny feeling, like I was riding on a merry-go-round. I giggled. But the merry-go-round made me feel more in need to pee. I put a hand in between my thighs. The pettycoat road up, and I thought I looked very sexy in my mother's nylon stockings. I pressed my hand on the crotch of the black, sheer silk panties. I rubbed them gently against my pussy. It felt kind of good, and I thought there were no point in not to continue. So I did. After a while I realized, that my (well, my mother's) panties had become very wet from my pussy juices. Shit, what would my mother think? That thought didn't last long. Increasing feelings from my pussy took over every ounce of mental activity I might have had. I felt stronger and stronger twitches in my mimsy, and I was panting and moaning! I bounced and twisted myself around in the chair. I started to scream, and felt a strong spurt of pee coming out! Then another spurt and then I came in a mighty orgasm, making my sluices to open. It was like the orgasms never would stop to come! And I also peed like for ever. From some strange reason I wondered if my pee now tasted sherry. I cupped my hand under my pussy to fill it with pee. I managed to get a little, and brought it to my mouth and tasted it. It didn't taste as sherry at all. But it tasted good! "What are you doing!" It was my mother! It was like she'd emerged out of nowhere. I hadn't heard her coming. "Hi! You're already at home? Have you had a nice evening?" I thought the right thing was to be polite, although my last orgasm was still running riot in my pussy, and a last spurt of pee made its way through my... shit! I remembered - my mother's panties. I tried to stand up, and (miracle!) I succeded, but on very unsteady feet. Standing up I realized, that in the chair there was a big pool of my pee. With a splash I dipped back into the chair. "Victoria! You're drunk!" Yelled my mother. The rest was so painful, that I prefer to stop writing right now.

I found this sexy amateur panty wetting video from Xtube. Nudity. 480_800_jdhxC-S202-.mp4

I've written "A BACKGROUND" about me in my Profile, which might explain some bits in my wetting experience stories. Usually it's stuff that I don't talk much about. But it's not anything I keep secret, and maybe it'll be easier to understand (and believe) my stories , if you read it. https://omorashi.org/user/15346-vikka/ ********************************************************** And now to the actual story! This happened a couple of years ago. More precisely the summer, when I was sixteen years old. I was spending most of the summer at Haverdal, a village about twenty km north of Halmstad at the Swedish west coast. I was staying at the house of a middle-age couple, who were friends to my mother, when she was alive. Their house was close to the most wonderful sandy beach, where I spent whole days, swimming in the sea and sunbathing. The first weeks I was mostly alone as I didnt know any of my age. Now and then I saw someone leave the beach and walk up into the sand dunes above the beach. I didn't think much about it at first, but then I realized that it could be that they were going out of sight to pee. (Me, I never bothered to go anywhere, I just peed my swimmingsuit where I lied and then later on went for a swim.) The thought was kind of thrilling, and especially when I noticed some girl passing me in that direction, I indulged in fancies, picturing her pulling down her panties and crouch down to pee. I used to lie on my stomach and masturbate to those imaginary pictures. I got more and more temptied to follow a girl and spy on her. Though I didn't ventured to do it. But then I noticed a girl coming back from the dunes, and I thought I could see a dark spot on her yellow bikini pants. I wasn't sure though. I looked after her, feeling very excited, and saw her walking straight down to the water and plunge into the sea. The next day I saw her walking up into the dunes. When she passed me I had a close look at her. She was very cute, and I guessed she was about my age, maybe one or two years older than me. I kept a close watch for her return. The expectation of what I might see, made me overexcited and my whole body shivered. It was at least twenty minutes, maybe more, before she reappeared. I hade moved a bit to be closer, when she would pass me. She wore the yellow bikini, and I concentrated on looking at her bikini pants. I was so excited, that I had to clench my thighs and rub them against each other. She came closer and closer. I was staring so intensely, that tears came from my eyes. I rubbed them to see better. And... Yippee!!! There was a big dark spot on her pants! I got breathless and so excited that I started to cough. As the day before the girl went down into the water. Most likely she wanted to conceal that she'd wetted herself... At least I believed so. The day after I decided to sneak up on her, when she walked up into the dunes. If she did, that was... Think if she wouldn't turn up again? But she did. She was later than she used to be. I'd brought a big bottle of Coca Cola. Before I left the house, I'd had several cups of tea and now I was gulping Coca Cola. I wanted to be prepared. It was a hot day and I felt that I needed a quick swim in the sea to cool off. I was afraid that the girl would appear before I was finished, and I looked anxiously around the beach, when I walked down to the water. When I came back I realized that it could have been a mistake to swim. What if she would come before my bikini had dried up? If I was going to wet myself, I didn't want it to happen in wet bikini pants. I changed quickly to pink cotton panties (if you've read my other stories, you might have noticed that I've a special liking for pink cotton panties) and a thin, white tank top, which I'd cut off so that it just barely covered my small breasts (although my nipples were quite visible through the thin fabric). Finally she came. Today she was wearing a lilac bikini. I followed her at some distance. I didn't want her to detect me. Not yet, anyway. Then I lost sight of her. I proceeded carefully. When I was getting near the top of the dune behind which she'd disappeared, I started to crawl the last bit so that she wouldn't caught sight of me. I raised my head slowly and looked down the slope on the other side. Oh, there she was! My heart pounded heavily inside my chest. She was standing at the bottom of the slope, not far from me. But she wasn't standing still, she was fidgety tripping around. At first I could only see her from behind but when she turned around I saw that she had both hands jammed in between her thighs. I took a breathe so sudden that I almost choked. She must be soo desperate, I thought. And I realized that that was the case for me too. Actually, I felt a spurt of pee in my panties, and I too had to jam my hands between my thighs, press them hard against my crotch to stop peeing. Her legs intertwined. She must be on the verge to wet herself now, I thought. I stood up and took a step over the edge of the dune. But with my hands still jammed between my clenched thighs I was so clumsy, I tripped and fell down the slope. I rolled down the sand and landed only a few feet from the girl's feet. I looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was here. I tripped. Sorry... I'm so terribly clumsy..." I was rambling, not knowing what I should say in this situation. This was not how I'd planned my entry onto the scene. "You're not hurt, are you?" She asked in a polite but yet forced way. She hadn't removed her hands from her crotch. I saw them moving. "Oh, no! Not at all", I answered, and added in an explaining way. "I came here to pee. You see, I'm frightfully desperate to pee!" I put my hands against my pussy again. She nodded. "Me too. I mean, I too have come to pee. V... very d... desperate also. Believe I... can't hold on any longer!" "B... but..." I stuttered. "But you've got your swimming pants on...?" "No time to put them off!" She yelled, and parted her legs. She was already peeing. Her swimming pants were no match for the forceful stream, that flooded through them and splashed onto the ground. Her face was as if transfigured with delight. I was so occupied by looking at her, that I at first wasn't aware of that also I was wetting myself. But my pee streaming between my fingers soon enough got me aware. And it felt so good! Repeated twitches announced the arrival of a wonderful orgasm. I tried to muffle my groans but when I came, I couldn't help squeaking "Eeeeh, eeeh, eeeeh!" We went on peeing for quite some time. When we stopped, she looked inquisitively at me. "You came, didn't you?" She'd still one hand on her pussy, slowly rubbing. "Uh... em..." I was still trembling from my orgasm and had some difficulties to articulate. Also I tried to gain a little time before I answered. "I think so - maybe - it sort of happened. Yes!" Before she continued, I thought I should take the initiative. "This wasn't the first time you went here to wet yourself, was it? I've seen you before coming back from here with wet bikini pants!" She blushed. "Uhm... it has happened..." "More than once!" I continued in a demanding voice. "Maybe..." Then we both started to laugh at the same time. The whole situation was so hilarious! When we stopped to catch our breathes, I asked her: "Now, when I've admitted that I came, I got to ask you if you didn't get any aroused at all?" She smiled. "Kind of..." Then she burst out laughing. "Hell, yes! I came too. At about the same time as you! What do you expect after all the pussy rubbing? But you didn't notice, because you were so up in the blue heaven, when you came, that you didn't notice! Quite nice squeaks you gave away!" She laughed again. And with her laughters resounding in my ears I think I'll end this story. But, yes, her name was Ellen! And also I might add that it was quite embarrassing, when we met four girls on our way back. One of them noticed the wet spots and pointed them out for the other. They giggled quite uncontrollably. And I knew that my pussy probably was pretty visible through my wet, thin cotton panties. Shit! Sometimes I can't stop writing, but now it's going to happen. Finally!

I recently found these two videos of a lady wetting her panties and spandex pants. She tries to hold it in but her pee escapes periodically during the video. She has a really nice body and the desperation acting is well executed. Hope you enjoy! 480P_600K_105917152.mp4 480P_600K_105915822.mp4

File Name: Random Reddit Wetting Videos File Submitter: ussa89 File Submitted: 17 Apr 2015 File Category: Female Wetting A couple of female wetting videos grabbed from reddit. The subreddits are listed below, they're all pretty new but they've got good stuff with more added daily. r/omorashi r/peegonewild r/abdl r/wetfetish Click here to download this file

File Name: JAV Bedwettings from HUNT-874 File Submitter: Seneca File Submitted: 03 Aug 2014 File Category: Pajama Wetting The bedwetting scenes from JAV HUNT-874 In each of four scenes a girl is given a drink at bedtime and goes on to wet her pajama shorts in her sleep. At the end of the scenes, after they wake up, a couple of them pee themselves again. Note that while these are nice scenes there isn't a whole lot to see of the peeing - no extreme close-ups or streams, just the spreading stain. Obviously these are cut from a much longer JAV which goes into hardcore action after the wetting. Some BREASTS might appear briefly. Click here to download this file