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  1. Someone i met over kik dared me to wet my pants on a park bench. Ive never wet my pants in public before but i agreed as long as i had permission to wear black pants (because i still had to walk back and didnt want everyone to notice instantly). However, after doing it, i felt daring enough to admit my "accident" to a woman i passed while walking home. I sheepishly asked her "is it obvious i peed my pants? I really couldn't hold it, I'm sorry." She looked very shocked but then quickly told me not to worry too much. Since my voice was genuinely shaking when i talked to her, i later realized that she must have believed my "accident" to be authentic. I thanked her and walked away. It was such a dang cute little moment. I then walked home and a couple more people noticed me. I just kept blushing and kept walking without saying anything. You could still tell i peed my pants even if i was wearing black pants because the wet spot glistened in the sunlight. I think i handled all the embarrassment quite well, the only thing im sorry about is actually wetting the park bench. I realize now that it's rude and disrespectful and i shouldnt have wet myself on there. If this counts as public vandalism im really really sorry. trim.A3D0A214-6D68-4142-A75E-419AFE69A07C.MOV
  2. I invented a little game tonight. In this time I am taking care for a dog of a friend. This evening I felt I would really like to have a new wetting experience. First I just wanted to drink and then walk with the dog in desperation. But then I changed my mind. What if, every time he pees I have to pee too, at least one little spurt. And so we started. It was a bit hard to pee and to stop every time he went. But the usually boring walk was now not so boring anymore. As dogs are, he peed many times, and so did I. I soon felt the wetness in my underwear and got a bit afraid- what if someone sees me now and it is visible? Even by night someone could see something. Somehow this made this game more interesting. In the end I peed every time he did, but every time just a spurt, so I wanted a great final. Reaching my flat, every landing I also had to do at least one spurt. Coming into my flat, I was a little disappointed. I was able to feel the wetness but in the end it was not very much. So I should have gone further or change the rules - at least two spurts or everytime he stops - even if the dog doesn't pee. So for me it was time to change underwear and I am now waiting for a full bladder as long until I can't hold it anymore. But what do you think about this kind of game? Would someone like to play it, maybe with different rules or longer walk and would someone like to write down their experience? I would be interested about your thoughts. (Sorry if there are grammar problems, I am not a native speaker)
  3. So whats wielder ? Taking your half eaten lunch in to the park restroom with you or peeing your pants at the picnic table ? fortunately than was not a decision i had to make. Because that was my plan all along. I drink lots of soda that day so i will need to pee by the time i got to the park. And it works my bladder was talking before i fond a empty park bench to eat my lunch. After i was nearly done eating i gave up holding in my pee. my warm wetness flow out All around my self Not a lot but enough to make a obvious wet spot all over me. 20190131_153015.mp4
  4. So I don't know if there is a thread for this already but...I'm thinking of trying to pee in public in the park and wondering if there is any advice you guys had? What to wear? What sort of places are discreet etc? The park I'm thinking of has a mixture of landscaped and woodland parts. It's normally quite quiet during the day apart from dog walkers. I think the woods are probably the best but I'm still nervous about getting caught.
  5. First off, she's not really my sister but a close friend that I feel is my list sister. To help imagery, I'm 6'1", skinny and white with shortish proofed hair, while she's 4'10", Hispanic with black hair. We did this at a local park by my house, and it was her going away gift for me before college starts. What exactly her gift was, was to be there to support me to public pee my pants which I asked her to do when I was drunk. She is the sweetest sister ever, she told me if I were to back down shed make sure I wet because she knew I wanted this. So I woke up at 9 in the morning and started off with a large iced coffee, next I drank 8oz of water every 15 minutes until 1:17 to fill my bladder to make sure I had little time to back down. I choose 1:17 because that's when she said it'll be ok and she'll be there. So I picked her up and headed to the park. We got to the park not long after I left to pick her up, I squirmed a bit but tried to hide it as I got out of my truck. I planned to go sit by one of the two port-a-pottys for changing later, but I was so nervous that I followed my sis, who walked all the way to the end of the park to a bench under the shade where the Chesapeake bay began, complete opposite from the bathrooms. At first I felt shy around her, but mainly paranoid around the people getting into and out of kayaks. I couldn't go, as bad as I wanted to, I just couldn't, and she didn't even question my bladder, she never spoke of it while say. The whole time we just sat and chatted about who owed us stuff that they narrowed, and looked back at our high school memories, that's when I first spurted. That's when the juices started flowing, I began to spurt ever couple minutes as we continued the conversation like both was happening. I did mange to catch her looking down at my pants every so often while talking (I guess to make sure I did go) but every time she looked I got embarrassed and tried to hide my crotch, (which had a baseball sized spot on my jeans). It made me hesitate for the next few spurts but I let them out over a course of 10 minutes, bit by bit, every time making that patch glisten and wet my bottom. By then I realized the glistening effect is what caught her eye, and we kept talking. About 15 minutes pass, and I feel comfortable, wanting more then spurts, so I release a long soft stream, that begins to puddle out on the bench seat, I stop my self before it streams off though to hide noise. This I keep up like the streams, all the liquid that I drank was finally coming out, my spurting streams looked like regular morning urinations, except in high quantity, and soon enough I'd here the potter patter of urine on grass. I stopped and waited until that putter slowed to a simple-single drip motion, which then I started the stream two more times. That last time I streamed, I completely released, soaking my thighs on my jeans, front and back, my bottom, the bench, and making a large puddle in the dirt and grass (did I mention we shared the bench?). We kept talking, I was paranoid saying how there's a guy picnicking next to the bathroom, so we waited 5-7 minutes as I kept looking back, she just smiled. I gave up and said how scared I was, but she told me to hush and that she's be my cover. So I stood and nodded. That guy never left so we had to go to the other port-a-potty which is farther and by the entrance of the park across the grass and parking lot. She stood beside me to hide me from the side. Then people started coming to the lot and we veered around cars. The. A kid and mom asked a woman where the bathroom is, luckily she didn't know the one we were going to and I hid behind Melanie and acted like I texted when those people were there. Then were made a fast walk to the bathroom and Melanie guarded the door as I changed
  6. I felt very miserable the time after we've returned home from the Mediterranean. "Home" was at that time a villa in Annecy, France, where I lived with my parents. I was the only child. I missed Camille, the girl I met and spent every day together with during that whole summer week. Camille, who got me to love wetting myself the summer, when I was ten and she was twelve.(See http://omorashi.org/...wetting-myself/ http://omorashi.org/...ting-ourselves/ ) School hadn't yet begun. I didn't want to play with my friends; every minute awake I thought of Camille and of our fun and wonderful time together. I was walking around by myself. Most of the time I spent at Les Jardins de l'Europe. I'd always loved that park, and now I sort of dedicated it to the memory of "Camille et Victoria". I wondered, if I ever would dare to wet my panties again; with no Camille to encourage me. But on my sixth day home I felt a strong urge to pee. I was walking in the park and every minute I felt my desperation increase. I began to realize, that I shouldn't have time to go home and I hated to use the public toilets. But there were plenty of shrubberies to hide behind. I looked around for a suitable place, where I could squat and pull down my panties without being observed. I was particular about the place to choose, and during my search I had to cross my legs every other step. My bladder started to hurt more and more, and I realized that I had to hurry up. I began to stumble, legs crossed and one hand in between my thighs, in the direction towards a big shrubbery. But I only reached midway... Then it happened! At first I felt drops dribbling into my panties. I stopped dead. I wasn't sure if I really had begun to pee. I pulled up my skirt a bit and felt with my hand on my panties. Oh, gosh! I was peeing alright... and by now not only dribbling. A small stream made its way through my panties, upon my hand and down my left leg! Oops!! Not a small stream anymore! I opened my legs for a strong torrent of pee, which splashed down between my feet onto the grass! Oh, at last, I was wetting myself again! "Camille, I'm wetting my panties!" I whispered. "It's for you, Camille!" I stood on the lawn and looked down at the forceful pee stream, and I enjoyed every second! I felt happy again. No one saw me, but if that would have been the case, it wouldn't have bothered me the least. I felt so content. I shook my hips, and my pee stream arched beautifully in the air! When I've finished peeing, I sat down on the grass with my skirt pulled up and examined my cotton panties. They felt so nicely wet and warm against my pussy. I stroke their wet surface with my hand. Warm and wet! I looked at my wet panties. I loved the big wet part of them! "I'm a baby", I whispered over and over again. "I'm a little baby girl!" I danced on my way home! Now and then I lifted my skirt and had a peep at my wet panties...
  7. It’s been a while since my last story, but here is an incident that I witnessed recently. If you’re only interested in the actual story and not the context, you may want to skip past the first paragraph. I apologize in advance for my English; it’s not my first language. I work with books and computers inside all day, and often enjoy quiet walks alone in the evenings, both in weekdays and weekends. As you may know, during Friday and Saturday nights in major Scandinavian cities (and probably elsewhere too), there are lots of drunk people in the streets – on their way to, or from, parties and night clubs. Obviously, drunk women often need to pee, and is less shy than they normally would be. This leads me to witness quite a few desperations, and a lot of public peeing. I’m not actively looking for these situations, but I have to admit that I sometimes catch a glimpse if I’m walking past an attractive peeing woman. This story is about one of those occasions. One more thing: I’ve noticed comments on this forum (not on my own stories) saying that some stories doesn’t seem completely real. Therefore, I want to emphasize that the following is a 100 % true and self witnessed incident, even though it may seem weird or unlikely. Now, on to the story! Last Friday night, I was walking in a park in the city centre. Ahead, perhaps 30 meters from me, I suddenly see three girls, probably about 18 years old. They ran to some trees, right where I was heading, pulled their pants down and squatted. There were quite a lot of people and street lights around, and they didn’t hide at all; just peed right on the ground in the park. I didn’t want to make them uncomfortable, so I tried not to look too much at them. However, they didn’t seem bothered by the fact that there were plenty of people around, some of whom were watching as the young women emptied their bladders. I mostly turned my attention to the girl on the very left. She was very good looking, had a slim petite body, long straight blonde or light brown hair and tight dark pants. And she was peeing like a race horse. Not in a straight stream – it went everywhere. The urine went on the sides of her butt, on the ground, and probably on her shoes as well. She seemed fairly drunk, but was in a good mood, laughing and talking with her friends – apparently oblivious to the fact that she was peeing everywhere, in front of many by passers; myself included. Like I said, I didn’t want to stare, but it was difficult not to get a little excited while discretely catching glimpses of this beautiful young woman. When they were finish peeing, two of the girls quickly stood up and fixed their clothes (can’t remember what they were wearing). None of them wiped or washed themselves in any way. But our main protagonist took her time. She stood up, revealing a very tight and cute butt; it wasn’t too big, but sticking out a little. At this point, I had walked past them, but stopped nearby in the crowded area. After a little while, the girl pulled her white panties up. They were about the size of a rather small bikini bottom, not thong, still showing off her beautiful wet butt. The three girls were laughing and apparently having a good time, while her pants were still on her knees. Then, suddenly, it all became even more interesting. The girl fell over, and landed right in the spot where they all had just peed. The ground was soft, and she didn’t seem to hurt herself. Instead, she was lying on her back in their pee, pants still around her knees, laughing like crazy. All three of them apparently found it extremely funny, and they all laughed. As I mentioned, they seemed drunk, but not helplessly wasted. A man and a woman walked over, and offered to help the girl to her feet, while one of her friends repeatedly said “she’s lying in my pee!”, while still laughing. The girl on the ground pulled her pants on before she got up, and at this point, her panties, jacket and pants must have all been covered with dirt and urine. But her clothes were dark, so I couldn’t see the wetness. When she was back on her feet, they wandered away. They were all still laughing hard, and it seemed like they had a great time, not bothered by the scene they had just created. Nor did it seem like they thought the experience was disgusting in any way, even though one of them were covered in pee from all three girls. And, to be honest, that was the best part of it all: None of the involved girls seemed to feel that the incident was unpleasant. They just got a good laugh, and a funny story.
  8. Today, well actually yesterday since it's now past midnight, I carried into action an idea I'd got from something I read a long time ago, and now recalled. It was an idea about how to get an indisputable excuse for a pee "accident" in front of a total stranger. This is what happened. I'd prepared myself by drinking lots of mineral water. I strolled around on the paths in a park, looking for the right person. I was dressed in a dark green, knee-length, pleated skirt, a yellow polo-neck sweater and a red quilted down jacket. It's winter hear, you know! Freezing cold and lots of snow. As time passed I got more and more desperate to pee. Actually up to the point that I feared I'd pee my panties involuntarily before I'd found a suitable person. Every now and then I'd to stop and press my hand in between my thighs. And I walked with small steps, my legs almost crossed. I must have been an amusing sight! At a couple occasions it got really critical, and I actually had a minor squirt in my panties. But then I noticed a lady, who was standing looking at a notice board. It was a posh lady about thirty years old. She looked friendly, so I thought I'd dare to approach her. My heart pounded when I called for her attention. "Excuse me! I... I wonder if you know where there is a toilet around here?" I was stepping on my toes and gave away every sign of being very desperate. She looked at me. "Let's see...", she hesitated. "There's probably toilets at the railway station, but that's a long way, and you seem... hmm. But there's a small haberdasher's shop only a few minutes away from here. The owners are such dear ladies, they would surely let you use their toilet." She began to describe the way and then broke off. "Oh, dear!" She exclaimed, when she suddenly noticed that it'd become too late for a toilet. I'd parted my legs and was totally peeing myself in front of her! I hastily hitched up my skirt to avoid to wet it. I looked down and started to sob. "Oh, dear", she said again. "Don't cry, you couldn't help it! Oh, you really needed that, you poor, sweet thing!" She added when it seemed like I was going to pee like for ever. My pink cotton panties got soaked, pee was running down my tights and onto the snowy path, colouring it in yellow. Although it was a deliberate wetting, I was so very embarrassed, especially as it never stopped. It made me sob for real. The posh lady stayed on and looked compassionatly at me. When I finally stopped peeing, she put an arm around me and said: "Come on now, it's very cold and you mustn't walk too long in your wet panties! It could be very dangerous, you know. I'll take you to that haberdasher's shop I mentioned before, and there I'll buy a pair of new panties for you. And you'll be able to get washed before you take them on." And off we went to the haberdasher's. She was right about the cold; at the time we came there, my pussy was so freezing. She told the very nice, old woman, who owned the shop, and who she seemed to know well, about my "accident". She bought tights (but insisted that they should be wool) and panties (also made of wool and with long legs). She followed me in to the toilet, that had a shower, and had me to take off all my clothes and have a proper shower. I was somewhat embarrassed but also aroused when I started to wash my pussy before her eyes. But that was nothing compared to the embarrassment that followed when I began to rub my pussy over with soap. All of a sudden I orgasmed! My knees weakened and I sat down on the floor, trying not to moan too loudly. I was so embarrassed, that I started to cry, and this time it wasn't fake. My benefactor was so nice to me. She comforted me and said: "Sweetie, that wasn't so bad! I think it was only natural that you got a bit aroused and carried away. I'd say it was good for you to have such a nice orgasm! And I didn't for a second mind watching it, if you excuse me saying so..." She followed me to my car, and before I went for home, we exchanged addresses and mobile numbers. She appeared to be an artist, a painter, and as painting and drawing are my greatest interests, we agreed to meet again. I'm so eager to see her work (she's an artist of good repute; when she told me her name I recognized it at once). Sometimes a wetting experience can turn in to something useful! (And, in case you're curious, I don't have a clue if she is into wetting.)
  9. This video was posted on here once before but I can't find it anymore but it was a woman who was walking around a park and decided to wet herself. The title was kind of obvious but don't know where it is.
  10. Hi once again everyone . Today I'm gonna recount one of the most erotic and deeply arousing incidents that I have ever been privileged enough to witness. This took place in my second year of ISE, (equivalent to 12th grade or A-levels). By this point of time, I was dating Shruthi and had been doing so for about 5 months. Our school, based in Tumkur, Karnataka, was far from being a posh and upper class one. While it appeared to be an extremely well maintained and functional institute from the outside, the truth was far from that. The members of the school administration staff were experts at cost cutting and never missed an opportunity to cut corners. As our school was situated in the very heart of the city, space was quite a problem. Our campus was just big enough for a single building, and thus, there was no room for a football field or a cricket pitch. In order for the school to justify the exorbitant rates they were charging us, they needed to be able to show that they were providing the children with some form of physical education. Thus, on every Friday, they used to take all of the students to a nearby park called Kuvempu Nagar Park, at the end of the day. The story begins around lunch time, when I was sitting with my girlfriend Shruthi in the cafeteria on the top floor of the building eating lunch. The lunch provided on this particular day was an extremely spicy palak curry with chapathi (Spinach curry and flat bread). Owing to the insanely spicy food and the excruciating heat, I noticed a large amount of students, including my girlfriend, downing glass after glass of water. After the lunch hour got over and we were on our way back to class, she excused herself to go to the washroom. As I also felt a twinge in my bladder, I told her that I would accompany her. Owing to the unparalleled cost-cutting techniques employed by our school, only one set of bathrooms had been placed in the entire building. These, however, were not your average school bathrooms with 8+ individual stalls inside of a long bathroom. These bathrooms were comparable to the ones you may find in fast food restaurants, consisting of a small sink with a mirror and 2 stalls inside, each fitted with Indian style (squat) toilets. As a result of there being only 2 stalls to serve over 140 girls, there was inevitably a lot of desperation, but that's a story for another day. Upon reaching the ground floor of the building, I was taken aback by the incredulously long line of both boys and girls waiting outside of their respective bathrooms. Shruthi however, probably needing to go a bit more than I, walked over to the line of girls and stood in the back. At this point though, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for us to return to class. Shruthi, looking disappointed, stepped out of the line and began to walk up the stairs with me, fearing the repercussions of being late to class (our teachers were more than a little sadistic). Upon reaching class, I sat down opposite to Shruthi in the back row and waited for the teacher to enter. About 20 minutes into the class I could notice Shruthi crossing and uncrossing her legs and occasionally pressing down hard on her crotch with the palm of her hand, crumpling her blue skirt. By this point Shruthi was visibly desperate, rocking back and forth ever so softly in her seat with her fists clenched tightly by her side. I tore a small piece of paper from the back page of my notebook and scribbled on it: "Are you Okay?" I passed the chit to her. She took it, scanned over it with her eyes, turned back to me and with an unmistakable look of trepidation in her eyes shook her head. Unable to do any more, lest our teacher catch us talking, I sat quietly and waited for the class to end. Finally, after another 40 minutes, the bell sounded. We, along with the rest of our class, jumped to our feet, only to be put back into our seats by the earth shaking bellow of our teacher Mr. Rao "OY!", he shouted, his voice thick with indignation, "Just where do you think you're going? This class is over when I SAY it's over!" Shruthi, looking truly worried by now, sat back down in her seat, brown thighs pressed tightly together underneath her pale blue skirt. Mr. Rao continued his rant, peppered with sundry abuses and expletives until finally another teacher came in and informed the class that the buses were leaving for the park and that they had to leave NOW. Shruthi jumped out of her seat and practically ran down the stairs. The moment she reached the ground floor she turned towards the bathroom only to see a yellow triangular sign erected on the floor bearing the words "DO NOT ENTER, CLEANING IN PROGRESS" On the verge of tears, Shruthi turned away and half ran half walked towards the bus, with me behind her. We walked to the back of the bus and took our seats. I glanced down at Shruthi's lap. Her legs were tightly crossed with one hand in between her thighs, her upper body slowly rocking back and forth, her other hand tightly holding mine. Genuinely concerned for her at this point, I turned to her and asked: "Hey baby, do you think you'll be okay till we reach?", to which she replied, "I really don't know", she whimpered, "I can't remember having to go this badly.." "Hey, Don't worry, there'll definitely be a bathroom in the park, you can go then", I reassured her. After an excruciating 20 minute drive over pothole riddled roads, we finally reached the park and got off the bus. "It's really bad babe...", she moaned in her thick Kannadiga accent,"Help me find a bathroom...NOW!". With that we set off looking around the park for a bathroom (The park is quite large). Shruthi was practically sprinting and I was having trouble keeping up. Finally a building labelled ಟಾಯ್ಲೆಟ್ (toilet) caught my eye. "Over there!", I shouted, pointing to the building, Shruthi's head jerked around and, seeing the sign, sprinted towards it. I jogged behind her, barely being able to keep up. As we reached the building however Shruthi's face dropped as she saw a large padlock clamped over the door handle. This was honestly not too surprising to me. Most parks, as well as eateries, recreational centers etc. in India, only have bathrooms in namesake. If they were to keep the bathrooms open, many of the people dwelling in the slums or less developed neighborhoods nearby who do not have toilets of their own, would come and use theirs. This would result in needing to hire a maid to keep the toilet clean and up to standards. Following the philosophy that a rupee saved is a rupee earned, most of these places keep their toilets bolted at all times, saving themselves money and allowing them to boast having a bathroom (Which is quite a useful thing to be able to say that you have in India) Shruthi let out a loud sob and shook feverishly on the handle, legs crossed tightly, but to no avail. "Baby.."she whimpered between sobs,"Let's leave the park and go back to my place, my house is in Sadashivanagar, it's less than a minute from here." Knowing that there was no other option, I agreed and we headed towards the park exit. Unfortunately, just as we were nearing the exit, a teacher spotted us and shouted "HEY! Nīvu alli hōguva?!" (where are you going) "Sar.", she said desperately, "Nānu bātrūm baḷasalu agatyavide, Nānu ūṭada nantara idu hiḍuvaḷi māḍalāgide!" (I need to go to the bathroom urgently, I've been holding it since lunch!) The teacher didn't seem to care saying, "Hintirugi bāyi muccu" (Shut up and go back inside). All of a sudden Shruthi let out a squeak and one hand shot between her thighs, and she whimpered: "Sar please, Idu baraliruva!!", (Please sir, I can't control!!) Not wanting to have a legal action taken against him, the teacher said "Daṇḍa ṭāyleṭ bēga bandu, hurry." (Fine, use toilet quickly and come) No sooner had the words left his mouth than Shruthi sprinted past him and out of the park gate with me close behind her. In under a minute we reached her house. Fumbling, she undid the latch of the main gate and dashed inside. I noticed a small wet spot, about the size of a coin on the lower area of her navy blue skirt. Shruthi dashed to the main house door and rang the doorbell, legs tightly crossed and one hand squeezing her crotch from the backside. A minute later and the door had not opened. Shruthi rang again and again, worked up into a frenzy, and sobbing. I came behind her and, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder told her that it was all okay, as she bent over and moaned. Suddenly I heard a soft dripping noise. Looking down I saw a few drops of piss falling from between her legs. I looked back up at her face, turning red with embarrassment, as she said in between a sob: "Just a sec... Stay here", and slowly walked off away from the porch and towards the garden, her back facing me. I could see a noticeably larger patch of wetness on her skirt now than there was before. All of a sudden I heard a loud gasp followed by a splashing sound. I turned to see Shruthi, in between the patio and the garden (on the cement driveway), frantically hiking up her skirt with one hand and with the other hand pulling down a pair of wet yellow panties. She pulled her navy blue skirt high above her butt and squatted down in the driveway, large brown ass fully exposed and facing me, her white converse shoes contrasting with her large, shapely, dark butt. Before her panties were even fully down, the river began to flow. It was far louder than I had ever heard. She was truly extremely desperate. She couldn't say or do anything to prevent me from watching as she was facing the other way, as she attempted to make it to the garden. Her pee flowed for just under a minute and a half, trickling down the cement and leaving an extremely visible trail Finally she stood up, pulling her skirt down and removing her panties. She took them off and kicked them behind a nearby pillar. She turned to face me, still gently sobbing. I hugged her and reassured her that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. She looked up and passionately kissed me on my lips. I responded by slipping my fingers underneath her skirt, feeling the dampness of her thighs and slowly moving my fingers up until I encountered her still wet pussy. Gently rubbing, she reciprocated the action by slowly pressing her palms against the ever expanding bulge in the front of my pants. After about a minute of this however, I reminded her that we ought to be getting back to the park. After another minute of so, we separated, wiped the sweat off our brow and walked back to the park. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks to everyone for reading this hope you enjoyed it.
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  12. So i'm new to this sight, and i'm going to start out by saying hi, i'm 24 and have had this fetish since i was at least 8, my stories range from 8 to even know. ​so it was a Saturday morning in the month of may...we had a carnival arrive in town so it was the best thing we could go too. my friends and i (i'm a guy though i mostly hang out with girls, not gay though just get along better with em) we decided to spend the entire day there....seriously from noon till about 11 at night that's a long time....enough time for me to keep an eye out for the one thing guys that have my fetish do...seek out the desperado's lol. well any way my luck and patience were wearing thin i had no luck....then one found me whilst waiting for a ride on the zipper...she was about 18 my age, had blueish green eyes with dirty blond hair that went down to her shoulders...was mixed with Russian and Spanish. She was wearing a white knee length skirt with a light bluish shirt that said i love my dad.. i noticed she was twitchy and had that bare grim on her face as if she was contempt on getting on this ride at what ever costs...it was a long line...then again it had been a longer wait, but i watched on as the twitching grew to more of a bounce...and her face had a desperate look on it...looking at the skirt maid me wonder what she was wearing under it and what i would give to see them...wish was granted when she shot her hand in between her legs allowing me a fraction of a second look at what seemed to be white panties...i knew she noticed me watching as her eyes locked on mine i quickly averted my eye contact. though it was funny because well she was standing in front of me kinda hard not to stare ya think...any way i tapped her on her shoulders and said hi...i noticed you seem to be bouncing a lot...do you need to use the restroom...ill hold your spot...i like the fetish, but i'm also a gentleman. "no thanks i'm good thanks though", oh your welcome was my reply...the zipper is a ride that has these carts that you get into more so like a cage and well it flips you upside down while going up and down like a zipper there's 2 people to a ride and my friend was behind me, who by the way is oblivious to my fetish, further more oblivious to the person in front of me, any way i miss counted as i thought i was going to get to ride with my friend, turned out i was headed in with this very attractive girl...when we got in and sat down i asked "whats your name" she replied Jane and yours, Jose, well nice to meet you Jane the ride was fun...but not as fun as what happened...ok so the rides starting and as its going up the way you sit your like right next to the person...well she ended up putting her hand on mine ^_^ i was happy...i think she was more scared...any way the ride starts flipping us around and turning us upside down slowly...as this is happening i'm getting excited...that's when i look over at Jane who has the scared/ shocked face...i was wondering what that shocked face was for until i felt rain....kinda odd i thought it was a clear night...confused i looked over Jane had tears forming in her eyes the ride was still going...then it hit me like your head hits those random odd hanging objects...she peed...and i was getting peed on... .my face was soaked, my shirt had wet spots my jeans were soaked....i kinda looked like i took an odd shower this is because the ride kept rolling as it rolled and flipped it caused the pee to role and fall in the cage like thing we were in...well lets just say when the ride stopped and she and i got out i looked at her...she was covered...her dirty blond hair looked darker her white skirt was a pale yellow color and most of it had been soaked...her shirt had wet spots on it..i did not know what to say..in my mind i wanted to grab this girl and thank her for the experience ..but what would others think, right?, well she started crying...i walked right up to her and said its ok...pulled her wet hair from the front of her face and lifted her chin...she was speechless ..all i could pull out of her mouth was i'm sorry, well, me being Mr. nice i said its ok...it happens to the best of us..i started laughing and said it does not bug me, she smiled at this and said thanks for making me feel better, to repay you for this indecent thing i have done she said she asked if she could take me on a date O.O...of course i said yes...and then came the next 3 years of our lives.. more to post as time goes on
  13. Me and my friend were walking through the park and I was bored so I was waddling, legs completely straight and not bending, just moving from side to side and going forwards. My friend (Who for now I'm going to call Charlie xD) began to chuckle a tiny bit, and so did I, and by the time we were in the middle of the park we could barely breathe. We were both weak at the knees and I realised something I hadn't known before; I needed to pee. But that wouldn't stop my laughing, my friend's laughter made sure of that. His laugh isn't funny, it's just that when other people laugh (Especially him) I always laugh too. I clutched my lower stomach, aching badly and had to stop, and so did he and soon I was on the floor, gasping for air and saying "Ow-ow-ow" between gasps. He sat on the bench and leant over, holding his tummy too, and then I yelled to him "N-no! (Laughter) Stop, I'm gonna (Laughter) pee myself!" although he didn't stop. He stopped for a couple of seconds, but when we looked at each other we both laughed again. By now every time I made a noise a tiny bit of pee was leaving me, and the force of my laughter was enough to make my grey boxers become wet pretty quickly, not helping that I was wearing skinny jeans which were light blue . I was groaning each time I got a break from laughing, but then laughing again and soon I could feel my wet boxers rubbing against me. "Sh-shit!" I yelled between gasps for breaths, and suddenly the floodgates opened. I was on my side, holding my stomach and feeling the wet cover my left leg, whimpering as I continued laughing, and then as my left leg was completely soaked I noticed it begin so spread to my hip and knee, a puddle was forming underneath me. When I could finally breathe, I looked at the puddle and it was extremely large as if I had been holding my pee for quite a while. I stood up, the corner of my shirt wet and half of my left leg wet, and I was still chuckling a tiny bit. I looked to my friend who was still holding in his laughter, cheeks wide with the air wanting to escape and I scowled at him, but continued to laugh a little bit. We then went back to my house so that I could get changed. I had no idea who had seen me, but since then I have had quite a few people look at me and blush or pull a funny face. Also, my friend doesn't care when I pee myself laughing, since he has done it before and I was completely cool with it. AND I didn't have a boner ! :D XD
  14. Izumi was on her way home from school. She was dressed in her school uniform; a pleated grey skirt, a white blouse and a blue jacket. She was a Japanese girl. Her parents had moved to France, where she was born. Her parents died in a traffic accident, when Izumi was five years old, and she was then adopted by a French couple, who hadn't any children of their own. Now she was fourteen years old, a very cute little girl. It was a rather long way home, but Izumi mostly preferred walking to going by bus. There was so much to look at and fantasize about on the way. She was a very imaginative girl and indulged herself in long daydreams. Especially she used to concoct long and detailed stories about herself as a girl, living in Japan. She'd never been in Japan but she read a lot of it, and had decided, that one day she would go there. On her way home she crossed a large park. It was a part of her way, which she liked very much. It was such a beautiful park with big trees and flowers of all colours. But especially she liked the many statues in the park. She fantasized about them getting alive and participate in her daydreams, doing all sorts of remarkable things! On her way she felt an increasing need to pee. But it was a feeling that didn't bother her. Actually she kind of loved that feeling. She was a real computer geek, and used to browse the internet a lot. And since she this last year had got in to her puberty, she'd become curious about the sex sites, which she now and then stumbled over on the net. And by a chance she'd come across something called "omorashi". At first she thought it to be very curious. How come it would be such a wonderful experience, as they alleged, to wet oneself? But she was curious about it, as omorashi was a Japanese term, and as it obviously seemed to be something, that many Japanese loved. It seemed almost to be some sort of a life style for many. When she read about omorashi, she began to become more and more excited, and even more so when she viewed pictures and videos. She also noticed, that omorashi seemed to be rather common among lesbians. She had herself been certain, that she was lesbian years ago. Anyway, she got convinced, that she should give omorashi a chance! So, one evening after dark she sneaked out. She'd prepared herself by drinking a lot of coca cola and she felt an increasing desperation coming on. She'd planned to go to a small park near her home. But she didn't come so far. Immediately as she'd left the house, she had to stop and put a hand against her crotch and press. She crossed her legs. A man and a woman came towards her. She gave them a troubled smile, when they passed, looking at her. Then she tried to walk a couple of steps. Well, she shouldn't... At once she felt a spurt of pee hit her panties! And then a few moments of dribbling... An other spurt, more forceful this time. So strong that it splashed down under her skirt between her legs, which she by now had opened. Then a steady stream began, which never seemed to cease. A young woman passed her from behind and then stopped, turned around and looked at her for a moment before she went on. Izumi felt both very aroused and very happy! She'd never felt something so wonderfully! When she was finished, she went back home and straight in to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet seat and began at once to stroke her pussy upon her wet, still dripping panties. It was less than a minute until she got the sweetest orgasm ever! And she didn't stop caressing her pussy. She came over and over again! Eventually she became aware of knocks at the door and her adoptive mother's voice: "Izumi! Are you ill?" More or less breathless, she answered, that she was alright. Now back to Izumi's walk home from school. As she walked through the park, she got more and more desperate. It was starting to hurt, and when she saw a park bench, she went there and sat down. She tried to press a hand under her waistband to reach her pussy, but her abdomen was so swollen from her over-filled bladder, that she had to unbutton her skirt first. She put her hand against her pussy and began to rub in circular movements. It eased her pain a little. She continued. She felt her panties moisten. It was beginning to feel good now! She panted more and more heavily and some occasional moans slipped through between her lips. The world around her faded away. She wasn't aware of, that a well dressed woman, maybe about twentyfive years old, had sat down beside her. And when the woman placed a hand on one of her thighs and stroke upwards, she felt it, but in her dizzy mind it only felt natural. Very nice and natural. The two hands began to co-work in the - for Izumi - most wonderful and exciting way! Izumi was petting her engorged and stiff clit and the woman concentrated to push Izumis panties in between her labias with two of her fingers. Suddenly Izumi raised her hips high up! She moaned and groaned and her hips rocked to and fro, when an earth-quaking orgasm hit her! And an other! Which also opened the sluices, forcing her pee to launch, drenching her panties completely! The small Japanese girl's body shook and writhed. Suddenly she became aware of the woman and threw herself over her, kissing her passionately! Izumi was in a state of ecstasy, she pulled up the woman's skirt with a violent movement and, before the woman had time to react, Izumi vehemently caressed her pussy! At that moment the woman discovered people coming in their direction. Reluctantly she moved away Izumi's fondling hand and pulled down both their skirts. She gripped Izumis shoulders and shook her gently until she began to come to her senses. The woman stood up. "You're a sweet girl", she whispered and kissed Izumi on her forehead. "I'll never forget you!" And then she went away. Izumi continued her way home on shaky legs, her panties still dripping.
  15. This will be the first story I have ever written, so feel free to criticize. This is also based on a real life experience I had so enjoy! During my sophomore year of highschool I became really close friends with this girl named Nikki. Nikki was a lot taller than me, she was 5'10". I was only 5' 6" (pretty short compared to the other guys in my school.) Nikki was white and she had very long hair. Her hair would go down all the way to her butt and her hair was brown. She was slim, but not too skinny. She wore glasses, the glasses she wore was similar to hipster glasses. The left picture describes her the most, although she didn't smoke cigarettes or wear heels. (Also, obviously was not the model in the picture.) I had a very close relationship with her but, unfortunately I was friendzoned (I think?) She used to like me but I kind of assumed that she just gave up on the crush. We would hang out almost every weekend, it would of been everyday but the town that we lived in didn't have sidewalks so we would have to walk on the road and it wasn't too safe to walk on a road. Plus, I would normally be really tired after school so I wouldn't hang out with her too much after school. Also, I didn't like to ask my parents for a ride to her house because I personally liked walking and I am sure she did, too. (Her house was 2 miles away from me, we would meet halfway, so we would both walk 1 mile to meet up with each other in the center and then walk to her house, so technically we both walked the 2 miles.) //So that was the background of the story, I will start the story now. So on this particular day, (a weekend pretty early on in June, so it was pretty warm) we decided to meet up. We went to her house and we talked for a bit and we did whatever we would normally do. (Could vary: sometimes we would play fight, talk about her life, or just do whatever seemed fun in her house which wasn't a lot.) So I normally got really bored whenever we just stood in her house and just talked, so I would always recommend we go to the park. Now the "park" wasn't exactly the parks you see in the main city which has people walking all over and people do barbecues and such. We would go to our school recess area. She lived very close to our intermediate school and an elementary school. So, if you ever had a recess time during elementary school you would know whats there. There were wood chippings on the ground for the floor, a swing area with 6 swings and the main area of the playground which was also pretty small which included 2 slides, a small little bridge, and a roofed circle area. Similar to this: So before we went, Nikki wanted to change. She wanted to twin because she told me that we have the same pants. I was wearing khaki short pants and a white plain t-shirt. (Pretty stylish, I know.) Her shirt and pants were extremely similar to this: So she changed and we walked towards the "park" which was like 2 minutes away. We talked on our way there and when we finally got there we started swinging. Now we would always jump off the swings whenever we got really high (completely not safe, would recommend it though was tons of fun.) So after like the 9th time she jumped off she wouldn't get stand back up, so instantly I got worried and jumped off my swing and asked her if she was okay. She told me she really had to pee, so we need to go back to her house fast. (Now being the type of person I am, my goal was to make her pee herself. I am sure she knew that I would probably mess with her after she told me) So we start walking back and I start pushing her and trying to trip her. Shes tells me ("Stop Brandonnnn, I am going to peee! If I pee I have to go shower, again.") It didn't really didn't seem that she minded having to shower again, so of course I continued. I then got one good trip on her and she fell and she peed a bit. She got up and had a small wet patch on her. I told her that her pants are wet and she told me "I know, dumbass. Well there is no point in going home, now." (Isn't she nice, she called me a dumbass.) So we were right by the main road and we decided to just turn around because she didn't want cars to see her. So we got closer to the park and she told me she was just going to pee. So she just started peeing through her pants and a puddle started forming under her on the cement. (She had no clue I was turned on by this so I had to pretend like I wasn't extremely interested on what was happening.) So, I exclaimed "Ewww grosssss, whattt theeee fuckkkkk nikkiii!" So she continues to pee for like 30 seconds, and after she says "Well, this is disgusting. what should I do?" I recommend that we just go back to the park and just keep swinging. She gives me a really angry look and says "yaaaa fuck you, we are going to go home." So we walk home and she just leaves a dripping trail of pee behind her. I try to convince her that she has an advantage now because she can pee whenever she wants. She ignores me though throughout our whole walk back. So we get back to her house and her mom and sister and just sitting on the couch. They look at her and her sister starts laughing and her mom asks her "What happened?" even though it is very clear on what happened. So Nikki tells her she peed and she walks to the bathroom. I go and sit down on the couch next to her sister and I retell them what happened. It was a great day :) We still even joke about what happened even till this day. tldr; friend and I went to park, i tripped her and she peed
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