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  1. Vena Sera

    Poolside

    The country's Cinderella story at the recent Olympic Games shook the entire nation, it's citizens witnessing a pivotal moment in their country's history — their first ever Gold. The medal, an upset win in the Men's 100m Butterfly event, suddenly generated waves of interest in the sport, exhibited by the sudden spike in traffic at swimming pools across the nation. Coupled with the semester break holidays, everywhere was packed. While "everywhere" may have been an exaggeration, said observation was at least true for the pool Kyra was at, based on what she could see. Sitting atop an elevated chair, she had a bird's eye view of the sudden spike in attendance — there were much more people out and about. Coaches were revelling in an influx of revenue as little children lined the pool walls, their parents either caught up in conversations with each other, swimming alongside their offspring or just generally minding their own businesses, glued to a screen or silently observing the lesson. The Olympic-sized pool next to it was also similarly filled, with adolescents and teenagers doing laps under a watchful eye and a stopwatch on one side, and elderly people swimming considerably slower than they were likely imagining themselves to be on another. Kyra took her eyes off the pool momentarily as she swept away beads of sweat accumulating on her temples, the long sleeves of her yellow rashguard a significantly different shade as it wiped off hours of continuous sweat. In fact, the staff-issued rashguard, firmly wrapped around her torso, was only dry where it stretched over the one-piece competition swimsuit she had on beneath, outlining the suit, which was equally drenched in sweat from the torso up, its fire engine red dye discoloured from the sweat. The skin-tight swimsuit's fit further dug into her skin, inciting reactionary squirms from time to time. Such is life in the tropics — where sweltering, humid heat was the daily weather forecast for the entire day, irregardless of the time of year. She subconsciously grabbed her bottle, preparing to rehydrate herself from all the fluids lost under the tropical heat, but hesitated and returned it to its original position upon noticing the time. There was still three hours until the end of her shift, and Management had specifically told them that they weren't allowed to leave their posts for whatever reason unless another lifeguard could take over, with the only exceptions being when in the midst of saving someone or being called over. Due to the unusually high traffic this time around, it appeared, from her perspective, that every other colleague on her shift had their hands full as well. This was bad news for Kyra, who was appearing distinctly more uncomfortable as time passed by. While hydration was of utmost importance, especially given the atrocious weather, she hadn't taken into account the by-product of doing so, and the excess amounts of fluids was beginning to build up. While it wasn't at a critical stage as of yet, she wanted to keep it as low as possible. Giving into thirst and taking small sips from the bottle, she began toying with random things within her reach, anything from playing with her whistle, examining the split ends of her hair, which was neatly bunched into a ponytail, and her locker key, which hung loosely around her bony wrist from a hairband, to bending the rim of her cap and even scrolling through social media on her phone(Management allowed it, as long as it didn't inhibit employees' ability to do their job), anything to keep her mind off her current predicament. Needless to say, there were other issues inhibiting Kyra's ability to do her job, her concentration gradually waning as commitments and needs both wrestled for her attention. She guiltily knocked back a gulp out of dehydration, only to instantaneously regret it as her bladder protested against the entry of additional liquids, her desperation amplified as the skin-tight swimsuit barricaded it from expanding, instead further constricting it and worsening her predicament. It didn't help that her phone's battery went flat, and everyone was being safe and responsible in the pool, meaning that she had nothing else to focus on other than the dam that was swelling up inside her, its walls weakened and cracked from the immense pressure of the river it held back. Digging a hand into her crotch and clamping her legs shut, she reinforced the dam's structural integrity as she tried to formulate a plan to allow her to leave for the toilets, all the while trying to look as calm and as stoic as possible. She was, after all, in full view of everyone, and attracting unwanted attention was the last thing she needed. She couldn't just drop everything and go; not only would she be violating the rules she had to abide to as a lifeguard, but it would also be rather irresponsible to leave an entire pool unattended just to relieve herself. However, as aforementioned, it appeared that no other colleague was free to take over either, nor was she close enough to any of them, both physically and socially, to be able to get them to take over for her, even for just a short while, and with two full hours left in her shift, the probability of holding it until her shift was over was close to zero. By now, both her hands were jammed into her crotch, in a desperate attempt to hold it in. Her dam was about to blow; its walls lined with structural cracks and the reinforcements barely keeping it together. Her sweat considerably dropped in temperature as she attempted to keep the bottom half of her body dry. Just then, Kyra found a glimmer of hope — a colleague walking in her direction! She flailed her arms about, hoping to capture the attention of the unsuspecting passer-by, and find herself some relief. However, no sooner had she moved her arms away from her crotch than she felt a feeling spread in the same location. The feeling of futility, of embarrassment, and of warmth as the dam finally burst, its walls too weakened to obstruct the torrential wave that had built up inside of her. In disbelief and denial, Kyra sent her left hand down to investigate, her face almost immediately flushing in reaction to the warm liquid that was continuously spilling out of her crotch, her fingers confirming that she, indeed, was having an accident in public, on the job and atop a high chair, in view of everyone, no less. The golden liquid fell through gaps in-between the metal planks that made up the chair, showering down and pooling into a puddle below. Kyra kept a poker face as her bladder continued to empty itself, thankful that the loud, crowded chatter muted the otherwise deafening sounds of liquid splattering onto the ground, and that nobody appeared to have been aware of her public accident. After an eternity later, all liquids backed up in her system had finally been purged out, and any sense of relief was quickly overwhelmed by embarrassment. Gingerly prying her thighs apart, she was devastated to find that her crotch was soaked all the way up the gusset, the soiled red lycra darkened and stained with a faint yellow tinge that extended up to her bladder. She couldn't examine exactly how waterlogged her rear was, but she was, unfortunately, confident that it was just as bad, if not worse. A familiar scent wafted around, a dead giveaway of what just occurred. Sighing, Kyra proceeded to establish her current predicament in her head — she was now stuck up atop a chair, soaked in sweat and urine. Her shift wouldn't end until a few hours later, meaning she'd have to endure sitting around in saturated swimwear, its bright colours only serving to project her accident out for the entire pool to witness. The nearest showers were located across the pool, and she'd have to walk a fair distance, with her accident in plain sight, to get there. And to top it all off, She needed to pee again. _______________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading my second story all the way until the end! As always, messing on my writing constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated.
  2. Charlie Kirby

    Female Abandoned Pool

    It had been several weeks since my last wetting. Every now and then I got the urge to do something naughty, but since I was living at home with my parents I had no choice but to suppress the feelings and move on. I was now about a month into summer break, and after spending the previous three weeks decorating in the house, we were taking a RV holiday around Texas. Every night we stopped at a different RV park, most of which were quite busy. Ever since my last wetting, my body had been giving me urges to do things. Most of the time when we were driving, I'd put on my iPod and my mind would drift away to things I'd done at the start of the summer break. It was still so recent that every thought gave me twinkles of excitement. Over the hours of thinking about wetting, my urge to do it again grew more and more. But the RV offered no privacy, it was simply impossible for me to let go and enjoy myself. For the majority of the journey I'd been thinking about my previous wettings, and fantasising about my next ones. As the sun set on our third evening of the holiday, we pulled into a park. It was quieter than the others had been. The woman on the gate gave us a plot near the gym and gave us some leaflets on the facilities. We head on our way. I'd spent the whole day thinking naughty little thoughts, all the time sipping away plenty of water. In truth, I was feeling quite horny. But I daren't let onto the fact. We parked up and my Dad went to hook up. Mum gave me the flyers and indicated that there was a small swimming pool in the gym building. She asked if I wanted to go for a late night swim while her and Dad got our evening meal prepared. Lapping at the opportunity to get out of the RV, I took my bathing suit and a towel and headed for the pool. It was a brief was walk past only a few other pitches. I soon entered the gym, and to my surprise the place was completely empty. I was strange being surrounded by complete silence in a place you'd expect to be busy. I followed a sign which lead to a small door, through which I stepped into the pool area. Again it was completely empty. The water was still and the only sound came from my steps as I wandered through to the girls changing room. It was one communal room, with showers along one wall and a wooden bench along the other. It was all a little run down, the tiles on the floor uneven and the showers rusty. A row of small windows separated the roof from the wall, and the only light came from flickering strip lights above my head. Every little sound I made echoed through the room and out into the pool area. It was eerie but at the same time comforting. I smiled, completely alone in a place designed to be wet holding in my hands a garment meant to be warn in water. This is the opportunity I'd been waiting for. Granted, I wasn't desperate, but I'd drunk plenty over the day and could feel a slight bulge down below. I unbuttoned my shirt and lay it on the bench, then hurriedly took my sandals off, pulled down my shorts and nickers and unclipped my bra. As I placed each item of clothing on the bench, I noticed how damp and slightly sticky my nickers were. It seemed my day of fantasies had not gone un-noticed downstairs! I climbed into my dark red bathing suite and pulled it over my body. It was tight and pressed on all parts of my body, giving me little shivers of pleasure when ever I moved. The added pressure around my bladder was also very welcome. I stood back from my cloths, stepping in a few small cold puddles off pool water. The light splatter they made echoed though the room. My nipples were firm and pressed up from under the suit, standing proud atop the curves of my chest. As I looked down at them, I began to notice my heart beat periodically forcing my breasts harder into the tight lycra. I got more and more excited about what would happen next, my heart beat growing stronger and stronger and my legs beginning to tremble a little. But then I began to think how exposed I was. Any one could enter the pool at any time. They could hear my every move and all it took was for them to step through the arch into the changing room for them to see me stood there. But it didn't put me off. If anything it just made me more nervous, in turn sending adrenalin rushing through my body. I was ready for the experience I'd craved over the last weeks. My bladder was healthily full and my whole body was alive with hormones. I calmed myself for a moment, relaxing every muscle. With a gentle push to combat the nerves, the flow started. At first it was one quick jet and my body quickly tensed. It was a while since I'd last let go and although aroused, I was a little scared of wetting myself. I pushed harder and managed to get the flow going again. At first I felt the warmth quickly fill the padding under my urethra, then all of a sudden I felt it shoot up round my bottom. In a wave of pleasure, I relaxed completely. A warm stream burst from me, spraying in all directions as it tried to get through the lycra. The tight dark red fabric grew even darker as it was filled with hot pee. The spray showered my legs, with the main body forming a river which ran over my knees and to the ground. All of a sudden the small puddles of water were flooded with pale yellow liquid. I could feel the warm dampth riding up my abdomen and spreading across my waist. I put my hands on my wet bottom and gripped hard, puling my skin and sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. The stream was pulled to flow up toward my bottom. As it did, the lycra curved it up and sent a hot flood up in-between my cheeks. My hands were socked with warm pee, and I could no longer grip the slippery fabric below. I pulled away then placed gripped my chest, feeling my hard nipples pressing into each palm. I gripped and rubbed, leaving trails of pee where ever my wet hands had been. All the time the loud hiss continued, covering my legs. I looked up, overcome with excitement and pleasure. My breathing was no longer smooth. I was holding it then gasping. Every gasp echoed and bounced back to my ears. Hearing myself I was shocked and aroused even more. I felt so good! My whole body was shaking. Then to my surprise I let out a brief moan. It was short, but echoed through the room. I closed my eyes and let the feeling take over my body. The flow gradually ended, the last few drops falling down to the floor. I took a moment to gather myself. My breathing calmed. Then, I stepped back and admired the puddle below. My body was tightly wrapped in wet lycra, with drips still running down my legs. The last three days of fantasy had just erupted into one unforgettable crescendo. I was overcome with joy.
  3. PeerPressure

    female This Isn't Pool Water

    Heyyy all! It's been a while, so I figured I'd update you with one of my more exciting adventures of recent times!! Per usual, if you just want the peeing and don't care about the build up, skip to paragraphs 3, 5, and 6! Three or four days ago, after a long shift at work, I felt the urge to blow off some steam in an...unconventional...way . As usual, I had been hydrating well throughout the day, but I knew I wanted to do something pee-related with my evening, so I didn't permit myself the customary restroom break before heading home. The urge wasn't too bad when I finally barged through my front door and chucked my keys onto the table, but I knew it would be coming sooner than later. Quickly, I darted to my room and stripped out of my outfit for the day. I, in the midst of an embarrassing amount of horniness , briefly considered making a puddle as I stood nearly naked in the middle of the floor, but after a brief moment of hesitation, my lack of will to clean up the mess won out. Instead, a different idea came over me and I shuffled through my drawers until I found my swimsuit, which I proceeded to don. There's a fitness facility near my house, complete with indoor pool that I frequent, and I thought it might be fun to take my pee there. Despite it being entirely too cold, I threw one of my running skirts over my bikini bottoms and compensated by wearing a heavy hoodie. With that, I grabbed a spare set of clothes, downed the contents of my water bottle, refilled it, and set off! When I pulled into the gym parking lot fifteen minutes later, though I wasn't yet bursting, I could feel the urgency rising. It was chilly enough to prevent anybody from hanging out in the parking lot, which worked in my favor. Conversely to everyone else, I parked as far away from the doors as I could and grinned cheesily to myself. As I enjoyed a few extra fleeting moments of warmth in my car, I chugged down my water bottle. It was agonizing. I could hear and feel the water sloshing in my stomach as I opened the door and rose to my feet. The cool air nipped at my skin and I shivered as goosebumps developed. I glanced about to ensure nobody was around. The coast was clear. It was time to warm up my legs . I still have difficulty convincing my bladder to let me wet myself in public situations, so despite my rapidly-processing kidneys and active attempt to alleviate the ever-growing pressure, it took a bit of effort. I loitered nonchalantly (Who am I kidding? It was probably the most conspicuous thing in the world) by my car and tried to open the flood gates. After several seconds that seemed to stretch into hours, the chill below was met by a spurt of warmth. The first jet of pee seeped tantalizingly into my bikini bottoms, which pressed warmly against my lady bits. With a little more coercing, the juices were finally flowing. I shook with chills as cascades of warmth overflowed my swimsuit and began finding their way down my legs. I subtly smiled to myself and began making my way, very slowly, for the gym door, a task which proved easier said than done. It never fails to be an exhilarating, but extremely peculiar sensation to walk while gushes of pee pour out of my nether regions, drench my legs, and spatter to the ground. As the pee reached my feet, it was swiftly wicked up by the fabric of my socks until one of my old, ratty shoes satisfyingly squelched with every step. As I nervously glanced around to ensure there were no witnesses, I quietly admired the trail of drops and splatters that followed me to the door. I had underestimated how badly I needed to relieve myself. I was nearly to the gym before the last few drops found their way out. My legs glistened with wetness. I checked in and made my way to the locker room, not garnering anything more than a brief glance in passing. I was amazed at how oblivious people are to everything around them. A grown 23-year-old woman just peed herself like a little girl, legs shimmering with wetness, yet nobody had a clue. A sense of accomplishment welled inside me as I rounded the corner into the locker room and found a place to stash my effects. It was weirdly empty for a weekday evening. I shrugged it off, preoccupied with the pleasure of a wet patch hugging my crotch, and drank another quarter bottle before making my way out to the pool. I plunged into the water and began swimming. I had perhaps gotten a little carried away with my fluid consumption. Within 10 minutes, the urge was making itself known again. There were a handful of people swimming, including one guy who seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes to himself (Or perhaps it was just a combination of my paranoia and an underlying desire for attention ), so I had to be discreet, but I was confident I could still get away with a little fun. I gave it another 2-3 minutes before I finally surrendered to my bladder and climbed out of the pool. I sat on one of the metal benches near the pool and prepared myself for round two. As I dripped with pool water, I soon also dripped with urine, both of which mixed on the seat and found their way to the floor. A surge of adrenaline shot through me and tangled up my innards as clear pee poured out of my bikini, unbeknown to any of the onlooking bystanders. I tried, frivolously, to contain that I was trembling with excitement. Thankfully, nobody seemed to acknowledge it. The guy shot a glance over at me as I was going at full blast. I shyly smiled and he quickly turned away. I found it difficult to finish peeing. With every "final" spurt, there seemed to be more to replenish it. Finally, I gave up and rose from my seat. The puddle I left behind was far more than feasible to pass as residual pool water dripping from a relatively small female. I dove back into the pool and swam for a few minutes until the urge struck again. In order to spread out the fun a little more, I stopped waiting for urgency. I peed on the poolside, in the pool, while jumping in, while swimming underwater--it was amazing!! At one point, I got out, faced the wall, and pulled my bikini to the side so I could admire the flow with my eyes as it saturated the floor and my butt. Finally, when I'd had enough (and the urges finally weren't practically every five minutes), I made my way back to the locker room, laughing to myself that the poor guy had no idea how many times I'd peed with him watching me. In the locker room, I noted again that it was deserted. One final devilish hoorah sprang to mind as I peeled off my wet swimsuit. I was totally alone--nobody could stop me . I had a little residual urine--not a ton, but enough. I stood there, naked, in the middle of the locker room, closed my eyes, and let it flow. I barely contained a childish giggle as pee splattered the floor beneath me and dripped down my legs one final time for the night. It wasn't enough to leave an impressive puddle, but it was plenty to provide a thrill. I quickly rinsed off in the shower, making great effort to not touch myself too much, threw on my dry clothes, and made my way home, glowing with excitement.
  4. Maki

    Dream (夢オチ) - Page 1

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  5. Charlie Kirby

    Last Day of Freedom...

    My third ever wetting came a little more controlled that the first two. If you've been following my posts, you'll know that when I was sitting my exams in high school, my parents went away for a week. I was home alone for the first time ever and the freedom lead me to do some very naughty things. My first wetting was completely unplanned on the way home from school on the Tuesday but felt so good I deliberately made myself desperate again on Thursday, when eventually my bulging bladder had its way inside the house. It was now Friday morning, that evening my parents were due back. Despite my almost uncontrollable urge to make myself desperate again, I knew I couldn't face the possibility of having an accident so few hours before they got back. But I wasn't giving up there. I had every intention of one last pee play before they arrived home. I just had to be very careful and make sure I didn't make a big mess. Given the unpredictability of desperation, I concluded it was not the way to go this time round. I got up quite early that morning. I'd laying in bed for a while thinking over the day's plans which had made me quite aroused, meaning that my undies were already a little damp. I wear only undies in bed, never anything else. That night I'd warn my little pink pair of nickers, which had a pleated edge and a little silk bow on the front. Although they were a little baggy, my small round bottom filled them quite nicely and I liked the fact that if I laid back, the light cotton fabric gently rested over the bulge of my labia majora. So I got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. I walked out my room, leaving my night gown hanging on the door. I wasn't in the mood to be weighted down with any more fabric. I opened the dishwasher and pulled out a glass, filling it with orange juice from the tap on the fridge. The great thing about orange juice is it gives me certain urges far quicker than water. I stood in the kitchen, downing three small glass, already with a cheeky idea of where, and more importantly astride what, my wetting would occur. In between my rooms and the kitchen was a dining area which was backed by large french doors opening onto our swimming pool outside. Beside the pool was a great place for things to occur, because the drainage system for splashes was perfect for quickly pulling away any trace of puddles, water or otherwise. Hormones were already rushing through my body just thinking about what was to come. I looked down at my undies desperate to slip my hand inside, but I knew if I didn't the pressure later on would be all that more pleasurable. I downed a fourth glass of juice and walked back through to my en-suite, where I ran a sink of lukewarm water and splashed it over my face. That Friday morning, looking up at myself in the mirror as water trickled down my cheeks, the past week's adventures began to hit home. What I'd done on those two occasions were what defined my future private life. In sex education lessons at school when all the other girls were giggling at pictures and diagrams, I'd just sat there. I'd felt like something was missing. Now I realise I was different from everyone else. There were interested in other organs when all I wanted to know about was bladder release. I stood there, wearing nothing but the pink knickers, looking at myself in the mirror. I'd found what was missing. My life would never be the same. A few hours later I was sat reading a book on my bed when I got the feeling that I wanted to go. It was time to start. But I didn't just want to stand by the pool and go directly on the ground. No, I had a different idea. Since before I could remember there'd been a rocking horse sat in the corner of my room. It was quite big, as a kid I always fell off it. It was made of solid wood and was nicely vanished. I'd spilt coffee on it once before and so knew how easy it was to wipe clean. Over its back laid a velvet saddle, which I'd decided I would take off to avoid stains. I put the book to one side and stood up. Because I wasn't absolutely desperate, I relaxed the muscles pulling in my stomach, allowing my full bladder to bulge out. The relaxation allowed a slow trickle to escape. It ran down the inside of one of my legs, collected above the knee before building enough weight to run down onto my foot. It felt good to relax, and the thought of walking through the house leaving faint damp footsteps made me feel naughty. I walked over to the horse and pulled the saddle off, then I pushed it along the carpet out of my room. It was reasonably light and had small coasting wheels, so it moved easily. I opened the back door and pushed the horse to its final standing point, overlooking the pool. Before I mounted I relaxed again, allowing my bladder to bulge and giving another opportunity for a small leak. It followed down the same path as last time, running along the seat of my undies to my leg, then running down onto my foot. It tickled as it went down, making me shiver in excitement. Without further ado, I spread my legs over the horse and took my seat. I leant forward and rest my body over the wood. My weight pressed down on my crotch sending a shiver of pleasure over my body. I felt myself beginning to shake. I was being so naughty but it felt so good. I tightened my grip with my thighs, then took a slow breath in, relaxing my body and rotating my bottom to stand up in the air. I lay there for a moment. Silence. Then I felt it begin. It started slow, soaking into my undies then burst through. With a almighty hissing the jet deflected up under my stomach, wetting my abdomen in warm pee. The flow spread out into two streams, running down my thighs on both sides of the horse. My feet, tucked under the rocker almost directly under my bottom were showered with hot pee. The sound was amazing, as several warm flowing rivers poured onto the tiles below. My bladder grew smaller, putting more pressure on my bursting privates, pressing me into the hard wood and giving me wave after wave of pleasure. I pushed myself in tighter by clamping my thighs and the hot yellow flow was sprayed out even more. I rubbed my bottom down the wood, sending my soaking wet undies into a front wedgie. The last of the hot pee shot out, now running down the horse, escaping through the small triangle in-between the wood and my buttocks. The flow slowed, and as it did surface tension drew the last trickled up the crack of my bottom, eventually coming to rest as it soaked into the pink cotton covering it. I gently pushed my crotch into the wood one last time, out of breath and shaking with pleasure like I'd never felt before. I rested my chin over the horses head. My whole body was relaxed and lay dropped over the wooden horse. Drips still fell from the underside of the wood, hitting my legs and running over my feet to the floor. I turned my head to look down at the floor. A number of small yellow streams were making their way to the drain. I allowed myself to slowly slide off the side of the horse, landing softly on my back in the last of the puddle as it was trickled away. My once loose and light cotton undies now felt tight and heavy with pee. I pulled them down and kicked them off. My whole body felt liberated. I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled.
  6. xDeathSoulx

    Female Nice day at the pool

    This story is about my girlfriend. She herself isn't into this fetish at all so the one 'wetting' I have from her is this story. To make things easy I will call her Alice. Last year or so, Alice and I went swimming in well-known water park near her home. I always like going to water parks, because it's fun trying to figure out when a girl is peeing in the pool. I'm absolutely terrible at recognizing it, but the thought is still a nice one. The water park itself consisted of mostly slides, and one slow current to float around in on inner tubes, or just drift through without one if you felt like it. After being on a number of slides we were drifting lazily through the current, surrounded by kids in inner tubes and loud guys racing each other. "I know something you don't," Alice told me with a small, rather devious smile. Since I wasn't really expecting anything, I didn't catch on immediately, so I asked, "What do you know, then?" "I have to pee." Let me just say my pulse wasn't the only thing rising when she said that. Still, I didn't quite get my hopes up yet. Alice knows about my fetish and while she sometimes obliges she also likes teasing me with it. "Well, you could always go on a slide," I said, hoping she'd ignore me and just go where she was. Of course, there was no way I was going to be that lucky so, still smiling, she said, "Yeah, that might be fun. Maybe if I do it on one of those two-person slides you'll feel it." Damn that girl, she was enjoying this way too much. She knew exactly how to get me on edge and she sure wasn't afraid to show it. Still, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of an outward reaction. Instead, I said, "Alright then, let's get on a slide. I'll feel it, just you wait." After what felt like an eternity in a queue (during the wait I'd been looking for signs of discomfort in Alice, but if she felt any she was hiding it well) we finally got our turn on the slide. These slides were made to go down in an 8-shaped inner tube, with one person in each of the loops. "Why don't you sit in front, and I'll see if I can feel anything," I told Alice. She shot me a look that I've seen a thousand times before. It was a look that was meant to look exasperated, but that betrayed her obvious amusement. Still, she sat in the front loop while I took place behind her. Knowing I didn't have much chance to feel anything, but hoping for the best anyway, I pushed us off. The ride was fun, but sadly I hadn't felt anything when we got down, so I turned to Alice and said, "I didn't feel it." "I didn't pee. It wouldn't come out on the slide," she replied. This gave me hope again, so I quickly said, "Well, maybe the current is your best bet, then." She shot me that look again, but nodded anyway. The slow current in the water park had one dark section, where plastic bats with glowing eyes hung from the ceiling. I assumed Alice meant to pee in there, so once we were in the tunnel I got closer to her. She jumped onto my back like she wanted me to carry her. "Here?" I asked her. "No, not yet," she simply replied. Clearly she was still having a lot of fun teasing me with it. We exited the tunnel, and that's when I remembered the urban legend that water parks add chemicals to the water to turn it blue or red if someone pees in it. I informed Alice of that, and she said, "They don't." "How do you know?" "I checked in the tunnel." I should've known better than to be surprised, of course. But still, the thought of her peeing a little bit just to check was a very arousing one. Then, just beyond the tunnel, she hopped off my back and swam in front of me. She took my hand and put it on the crotch of her bikini bottom. She gave me a smile, and then I felt the warm, forceful stream begin. Normally, I don't get hard in the pool. The cold water sort of keeps me from acheiving it, or something, but this time was an exception. Feeling her stream of pee and looking into her eyes which were alight with amusement was absolutely amazing. After a while, the stream died down. Alice laughed. "The look on your face is priceless," she said. I nodded, but I wasn't really listening. That feeling was utterly amazing. So amazing that I had to share it here, in fact.
  7. Infinite

    Male Wet summer days

    I wrote another oneshot involving Jamie and Matthew. If you want to, you can read my other oneshot involving these characters. This story refers to that one, but you don't necessarily have to read it. Again, I want to say that English isn't my first language, even though people told me it's fine. It just irks me that I sometimes can't use the best words or that I'm not always sure of the grammar. Anyways, enjoy! ^_^ Jamie was walking to his friend’s house in his swimming shorts. Matthew had invited him to come over to swim in their brand new pool and of course Jamie agreed. It had been hot all week and he did not have a pool at home. The public pool was crowded by thirteen years old boys and their giggling girlfriends. Jamie would rather not get involved with them. When he rang the doorbell he was surprised to see Matt’s mom. “Oh hi miss Anderson!” “Hi Jamie! Matthew is already in the pool. Wait, I’ll get you some ice cream.” Matt’s mom came back with two Magnum ice creams. “There you go. The pool is continually filtered, so don’t trip over the filter. There’s also a dispenser for the chlorine floating around, please watch out for that one and be careful not to throw it out of the water. Don’t jump or dive into the pool, that’s dangerous because the pool is not very deep.” “Yeah, of course I’ll be careful, don’t worry miss Anderson.” Jamie liked Matt, but his mom was so overprotective. Very annoying. “Oh and just so you know, there’s a chemical in the water that will turn the water purple when you pee in it.” “Eh okay. I’ll go now. Bye!” Jamie walked through the garden doors to the pool. Damn. Now he had to get out of the pool just for peeing. He was used to just letting go in the pool. “Hey Matt, I got ice cream!” “Oh you saw my mom? She probably told you all about the pool, huh?” “Yeah. Don’t jump or dive, and watch out for stuff floating around.” “She instructed you very well. Come on, get in the pool!” Jamie made it into the pool without jumping or diving. The water was a bit cold, but nice compared to the hot summer sun burning on his skin. He immediately felt the urge to let loose, but he ignored it. He didn’t want a big purple cloud giving away what he had done in his friend’s pool. Matthew’s mom came often outside to give the boys some food or drinks so they won’t dehydrate in the hot sun. After an hour they settled down on the grass. Jamie’s urge to go to the bathroom became bigger thanks to all the drinks. But he wasn’t going to tell Matthew, even though he knew he should. He remembered last month’s event, he had almost pissed himself at the beach. That was another reason why he wanted to pee in the pool, he had really enjoyed sitting in his pee and he hadn’t had a chance to relive that moment. Thinking about it made things worse, and soon enough he felt a small spurt running over his inner thigh. He looked at his friend who was laying down on his back with his sunglasses on. Jamie wasn’t sure if he was asleep or not, so he didn’t dare to put a hand between his legs, which resulted in more pee flowing over his leg. Jamie was now sure he wasn’t able to hold it for long. He just hoped his friend was asleep or couldn’t see anything from there. He slowly relaxed his muscles and allowed himself to let go in the grass. The warmness spread itself all over his shorts, it was a nice feeling. His hand went to his lap and he felt the warm liquid run over his fingers. It felt very comfortable. When he was done he sat in a big patch of wet grass. He wasn’t sure if it was very noticeable, since the grass could also be wet from his swimming shorts. He moved a bit away from the patch. It was very big, too big to be from his shorts. He hoped Matt wouldn’t notice it. “Hey wake up, let’s get into the pool again.” He shook Matt to wake him up. “I wasn’t even sleeping, I was relaxing. You were very quiet.” “Yeah, because I thought you were sleeping. Now come on, I’m getting very hot.” Jamie climbed into the pool again and Matthew followed him. They started to play a game where they just swam in circles so there would arise a tornado. After a while they would stop swimming and just let themselves be carried by the water. It resulted in them almost drowning and giggling like young girls. Matthew’s mom remembered her job as a waitress and kept the drinks and snacks coming. After the fifth glass of juice Jamie felt his bladder screaming again, but he ignored it. How did he have to pee the whole time, but was Matt apparently blessed with a strong bladder? The guy hadn’t even gone inside to pee and showed no signs of being desperate, while he was practically bursting again even though he had pissed on the grass! He casually pressed his hand between his leg while Matt made attempts to start the tornado game again. Jamie joined in, but wasn’t very concentrated since his attention went out to pressing his legs together and focussing on not letting go. Matthew noticed it and he stopped swimming. “Wow, you suck, are you already tired?” Jamie nodded, maybe they would get out of the pool and he could do his business on the grass again. Matt started laughing. “You are just lazy!” He pushed Jamie, who didn’t expect that and fell over. The desperate guy almost lost it, if it weren’t for his hands immediately finding his crotch and pressing down. “What are you doing, this is very awkward you- oh wait, not again.. Jamie if you need to pee you can just tell me okay! I cannot imagine you being shy about something! Come on, just let go!” Jamie was shocked about the fact that his friend just gave him permission to pee in his pool, but he shook his head. “Why not? You’re desperate, I can see it. Don’t worry, I don’t care, this pool has chemicals in it you know.” “I don’t want the water to turn purple, your mom will see.” Jamie’s cheeks had turned a nice shade of red. Matthew raised his eyebrows. “What are you talking- oh come on, you don’t believe that story do you? My mom probably told you?” Jamie nodded. Matthew laughed. “Oh gosh, I didn’t know you were so gullible. There is no chemical in the water that will make it turn purple. Look.” Matthew pointed at the water. “See?” “I don’t see anything.” “Exactly. I’m peeing right now, and there’s no purple.” Jamie didn’t expect his friend to pee next to him, he could feel the warm water flowing past him. He didn’t feel disgusted, he kind of liked it. “Just let go, nothing will happen.” Jamie let go of his crotch and immediately he felt the warm liquid coming out. It made him feel all nice again, it felt even better than the time he went in the sea. This water wasn’t moving, so the warm water didn’t flow away immediately. Jamie enjoyed the moment, just wetting in his swimming shorts and nothing to worry about. He didn’t even notice Matthew looking at him with a smile on his face. When he was done, he let out a sigh of relieve. “Did it feel good?” Jamie nodded. “I thought so. Oh hi mom, ice cream again? Are you trying to make us obese?” Miss Anderson smiled. “I just don’t want you guys to starve okay?” “Hey Jamie, you want to come over tomorrow again?” Jamie nodded, he would definitely like another day of this.
  8. Melody

    Female A Friends Advice

    Height: 5'4" Weight: 130Lbs Hair: Sunkissed Red Eyes: Hazel I was 16 years old the first time I had a friend convince me to pee in public, at the time I didn't know she was into watching girls pee themselves, in fact I still don't know, it is just me putting two and two together. It was the end of June and we where downtown, we had been there to have fun at the Gay Pride Parade, in our city it was a pretty big all day and night event, there was an outdoor pool downtown in front of town hall so there where many people running around in bikini's and swimsuits. The two of us had decided to go for a swim which eventually turned into us tickling each other and splashing each other with water. I was having so much fun that I didn't notice how badly I had to go, that was until I felt the sharp pain of a full bladder. The nearest public bathroom was in the mall across the street since the town hall didn't have bathrooms open to the public which meant I would have to get dressed, so I told her I had to go. We rushed to the change room so I could get dressed but I could tell as soon as the cool air in the change room hit me that there was no way I would be able to make it to the mall bathrooms. With a quick glance on her part my friend smiled and pointed out to me that no one else was in the change room but us and that there was a drain in the end change room. I was completely embarrassed, I felt like a child unable to hold in my pee, but she had a point, no one else was in the change room. I bagged her not to look, saying she had to keep an eye out for if anyone came in, but she insisted that she be in the change room with me saying that if someone where to come in, it would be easier to say we where 'playing' together, it would be less likely that someone would find out I had wet myself. Unable to argue because my bladder was at its limits I nodded as I squatted over the drain and let my pee come out, the relief was amazing, but the thought of her watching me filled me with embarrassment, I had never peed in front of someone before and she had been keeping a close eye on me. I couldn't help but wonder what was running through her mind as she watched me wet myself, was she disgusted? turned on? I convinced myself that no one else could get turned on by pee the way I did, especially a girl as pretty as her. Once I finished wetting myself she laughed a bit and handed me one of the towels from out of our locker so I could clean myself up. After that we returned to the pool and continued our day as if nothing had happened in the change room, it was our little secret.
  9. View File Swimsuit Wetting Outside at Pool Having fun by the pool but when you gotta go, you gotta go. From our post, we had a request for swimsuits and we want to deliver the scenes you want to see. Any more requests, just let us know! Submitter YukiTana Submitted 06/26/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing