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A beautiful African teenage girl wearing an overalls, holding pee the full bladder at afternoon and this is not a gas station but it’s gone and it’s been doing it for the last few hours and it was just the way to go to the bathroom

A Beautiful African Teenage Princess Girl holding pee urge and barefoot holding the dress wetting she cried like a girl dress up on her pissing control

A beautiful African girl not holding peeing on the floor but it looks like upset while she cried so she didn’t want to go to the bathroom but she was just saying to cry

An African adolescent girl who make a dress while her peeing herself to cry in her eyes, face and hair. When she getting wetting she will have to go to the bathroom again in this afternoon

Cindy (teenager) wet herself in fear when she was suspected and intimidated by a security officer. The scene is very fast but quite evident when someone came to try to help her. DUNIA TERBALIK - Cindy Takut Sama Kelakuan Kamtib Aming [30 Januari 2018]

Here is the original summary: A sortcore furry novella showing two sexually inexperienced young adults and their interactions as they learn about each other as friends, objects of desire, and lovers, through the exploration of their beliefs and their bodies. I have this uploaded on a couple of furry sites, but I figured it would be appropriate here as well considering that it is omorashi oriented. This is maybe a year or so old, so the content of the writing is fairly embarrassing, but somebody asked me to continue an older, similar story to this called Ally, so I decided to upload this instead. If you're interested in other furry omorashi stories--all of which are more recent and higher quality in terms of prose than this--please check the links in my profile that lead to my inkbunny and furaffinity accounts. I will upload another chapter every few days, but all that is currently written for this is currently uploaded to my inkbunny and fa accounts. I will start with the first two chapters, since the omorashi does not begin until chapter two. Chapter One: "God... that feels amazing." "It really does. Shame everyday can't be like this." The wind smelled of pine and the beams of sunlight peaking through the leaves of the Tree helped off-set the cool weather. Each gust of wind caused an uproar, rattling the head of the Tree, and blowing leaves all about the woods to the west. Xavier's hand lingered to his side, plucking blades of grass from their roosts. He twiddled his fingers together, crushing each blade into a tight ball, and tossing it to the nether. Next to him was a beautiful woman -- though he did not dare put his hands on her. It wasn't as if he didn't crave. Grass was the last thing he wanted to feel between his fingers, but his hands remained between their hips, as he was not willing to risk something so special over greed and lust. All he needed was patience. She had become increasingly comfortable with him as their relationship developed, and he could tell that she wanted it too. "Have you ever traveled?" He looked over at her in response. "Wait..." She looked at him and squinted. "Have I asked you that before?" He chuckled. "I don't think so, but you might of. I could have forgotten... And to answer your question, I haven't. Well, unless you count here." "Oh yeeeaaaah, you came down here from up north..." She looked back up at the sky. "You must be liking the weather even more than me." "Oh, you can't even imagine." "Not a fan of the cold?" "I don't really think anybody is when you lived somewhere as cold I did... I am sure it is a lot nicer down here, though." She looked at him with a look of excitement. "Our winters are great. I mean, you get your cold days, like, the kinds of days that you might even put on a jacket for, but honestly, it is just really nice most of the time. If anything, it gets too hot..." "I've heard bad things about the summers." "Ugh! The summers are terrible! When he looked over, she was again looking at the sky. Reflexively, his eyes shot down her body, admiring it. He couldn't believe someone so real and down to earth could have a body like hers; like something out of a fantasy. His hand clutched the ground as he also turned to face the clouds. In his peripheries, he saw her look over at him. She examined him for only a few moments before looking back toward the clouds as well. Xavier forced his mind back into focus. "And what about you? Have you ever traveled." He turned to face her, this time stealing a glance of her body before looking to her face, in a means so rapid and inconspicuous it startled even him. "Wait.... Have I asked you that before" She giggled. "No, I've never been anywhere other than here. I've been to the city before, but as you've seen, there isn't much going on there." "Never seen any... skyscrapers, or anything like that?" "Nope. Nothing even close. Unless you count movies and the internet and stuff. Biggest building I ever saw was for some bank building when we went to the city. Or maybe one of the hotels.... Either way, they were big, but they weren't really all that big." "No, I know what you mean. I've never really seen anything that big myself." "Even in the city?" "Nah, our city didn't really have anything that impressive. I saw some decently large ones like you described pretty often, but they tend to... lose their oomf I guess." "Did you ever stay in any of them? The hotels?" "Have I ever stayed in a hotel?" "You know! The big ones." "Yes, I've stayed in big hotels." "And was it on the higher floors?" "That... I can't really remember. I was pretty young." "... You answered my question like you had." She responded with mild annoyance. "I answered the question that you asked. Nothing more. Nothing less." He smiled. "Hmf." "... And what about you?" "What about me? Have I ever stayed in a big hotel? You should know I haven't." "I should?" "Yes. Why would ever have a reason to stay in a big hotel if I've never left the state?" "I... suppose that is true." He squinted. "But its a little presumptuous." "I disagree. Sometimes people should be presumptuous." "... But then how do you disagree? You just said it is presumptuous." "That wasn't my point. I was just saying that... presuming would have made more sense than what you did." "What I did?" "Yes, you took the easy way out. You could have assumed that I have never stayed in a hotel, it would have been perfectly reasonable." "And was what I said not reasonable?" "No, just spineless.". "Well..." There was silence following his verbal defeat. With anyone else, it would have been awkward, but with Erin there was a sense of mutual recognition, and they accepted it wordlessly. Each moment spent together was better than if it had been spent apart, and this was the only truth they needed to undo any degree of awkwardness that might linger. They remained silent for a number of minutes. Xavier's focus shifted back to the atmosphere surrounding them. There wasn't anywhere he would have rather been. "Xavier...?" A rare tone for her: inquisitive but cautious. "Yeah?" She paused for a few moments before speaking: "Have you...?" Her voice quickly trailed off. "... Have I what?" "No... it's nothing." "Nothing...? Are you sure? Because now you have me curious." "It isn't important." "Isn't important implies it is still a thing... You can't just leave me hanging. Come oooon." She paused for a moment, before swallowing and looking over at Xavier. "Have you ever touched, like... a breast?" She bobbed her chin downward, as if she were motioning toward her own. "Uh," he chuckled, "what?" "Yeah, yeah, it was nothing." "Oh. Oh, no. It was definitely something. It was extremely something." "It really wasn't." They were both silent. Xavier did not feel uncomfortable, but he could not confidently say for Erin; though his continuous staring at her made it abundantly clear the topic had not been dropped. He sighed. "Honestly? No. I am embarrassed to admit that, but no, I've never touched... a breast." "Oh." She had an uncharacteristic lack of emotion in her voice. "That's good." "... That's good? Why is that good?" She blushed. "Am I supposed to want you to have touched breasts?" "I honestly didn't think you'd care." He laughed. She didn't respond for several moments. Xavier worried he had offended her, but couldn't get an accurate read on her expression. "Do you wanna touch mine-?" "-Yeah, that would be awesome." She looked at him, blushing harder, looking violated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "God, you didn't have to reply so quick." He chuckled. "Sorry." "It is like you knew what I was going to say..." "I guess my mind just kinda honed in... Can you blame me?" Their was a brief silence as the stealth compliment registered in her brain. He waited for her to follow up, worrying she would change her mind and retract the offer. But staring into the amorphous patterns of white and crimson that covered her black fur left him feeling hopeful and even confident. She uncrossed her arms and adjusted herself, sighing as her face became emotionless. "Okay, I am ready." "So, I can touch them?" She licked her bottom lip nervously. "Yeah." He swallowed heavily, hoping she did not overhear it. His hand balled into a fist as he wondered how he should do it. Was he to do it quickly? And in that display his politeness and restraint? Or would that in fact insist a lack of passion, and peg him as the unromantic type? Would he do it slowly, and savor the experience? Or would this land him a spot in her mind as lewd and disconcerting? Could he just ask her? Why did such a question feel taboo in the first place? How did such a pleasurable moment become a test of this personality? ...Or was it intended to be that? He silenced his thoughts, knowing they had become presumptuous and absurd. There was only one answer to his question and it wasn't in his thoughts, but in his body. He lifted his hand, heart about to burst from his chest, and he placed it gently on her breast, taking note of the surprising softness of the fur in that area. Her eyes closed, and when he pressed down, she pushed back with her chest. He lightly squeezed, and she moaned to herself, quickly captivated by the moment. Xavier figured they were no bigger than b-cups, but they matched her shape well. She had a fairly average build, but slightly bottom heavy, with hips and thighs that were large enough to stand out in intimate settings, but conservative enough to go unnoticed in casual ones. He squeezed again and let his hand linger for several more moments before begrudgingly pulling away. When he removed his hand her eyes opened, and through a mask of red, she glanced at him, before quickly looking away. It was a candid moment for her, and with her permission, he had not only the right to observe it, but the pleasure of causing it. It was apparent through his experience that the social test he perceived was not for him, but for them, and the pressure had been equal for them both. "Well?" She asked, seeming offended. "It was amazing." "... Good." "It seemed like you enjoyed it too." "Well..." He took solace in his verbal victory, having equaled the score. But of even bigger concern was the question of what to do next-- a question that, strangely enough, had only just then occurred to him. Was he to pursue the obvious romantic que which had been dropped, or play the cool route and let things happen as they would? And then, as if his current conundrum wasn't complex enough, there was the unspoken reaction of the heterosexual male in hand-to-breast situations. He was afraid to look down, feeling the tension quickly growing in his lower body --much to his dismay. She was not going to be the only one put in a directly vulnerable position that day, and no matter how he tried to relax himself, he knew once the process had begun, there was no stopping it. Surely, she would notice it, and then what? Would she comment on it? Would she be pleased by the sight? Disturbed? Surprised? Or even stranger, expectant... Then again, maybe expecting it was the most normal thing a person could do. He pondered this, trying to think of way to avoid the awkward situation that was awaiting him when she inevitably noticed the extra half foot protruding from his body. It was then he was struck with an epiphany, something that felt both comfortable and progressive, without being cliched -- but bold and not without its risks. He swallowed, knowing the next few moments, regardless of what he did, would be emotionally stressful; though in their stress he found a taste of something potent and enslaving, and so he took deep pleasure in this state, finding its rawness appealing. "Hey, Erin." She looked over at him curiously, with a glassy expression that was reflective, honest, and above all, fragile. "Have you ever kissed a guy?" Her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. She quickly fixed her expression, catching her own candicy after the fact. She was left red and consumed. "I..." She blinked. "I..." A smile crept on her lips. Before she could answer, a wave of amusement seemed to come from nowhere and overtake her. She started off with stifled giggles, but they soon erupted into genuine laughter. Xavier smiled for a moment, waiting to see if the apparent joke would dawn on him too, but when he did not laugh, he felt himself become unnerved. She seemed to realize her poor timing, because she forced an apology out between giggles, but soon fell back into a state of continuous laughter. "Wow, that's pretty cold." He tried to sound cool, as if he had shrugged it off, but there was still a chill to his tone. "No... No... I am so.... I am sorry." She was quickly getting herself back under control. "I really didn't mean it like that. I swear." She struggled to catch her breath. "That was just... Oh my God, Xavier, don't do that again, I almost freakin' peed myself." "... Why?" She looked at him with a sympathetic deadpan. "Look, it wasn't like... you or anything. It was just, the situation. It was too much. It's like... that happened so fast. And I mean, of all the things you could have said..." She smiled to herself in mock amusement. "Oh. Well, I am sorry if I took it a little quick." He chuckled, trying to play his earlier offense off as tastefully as he could. "No, no, it's not your fault. It was a really... sweet way for you to follow that up. And, I mean, there is a chance I would have started laughing from... anything. It's just, I didn't expect that at all!" "... You didn't expect it? Well, if you didn't expect that, what exactly did you expect?" "What did I expect?" She was taken aback. "You can't ask me something like that! What am I supposed to say?" "What do you mean 'what are you supposed to say?'" He laughed. "Just answer honestly." "And what if I didn't know what to expect? What if I kinda felt like... it wasn't my job to know what was next. " She blushed and turned away from Xavier. "Oooh, I see. So all the pressure was on me." "You're one to complain." She looked at him with an eye brow raised. He laughed. "True." "You've got a lot to learn, Xavier." "Maybe. But it sounds like you do too, Erin. That expression you made when I asked, I kinda wanted to laugh myself." She turned to him with a frown and smacked him on the arm. "You should consider yourself lucky." She turned away again and crossed her arms. "Oh, I do. I do." "Oh? You do?" she glared at him with skepticism. "I wonder if its for the right reasons." "... What if I said it was for all of them? Instead of just the right ones?" She smiled softly and turned to face him. "Then I would say you're a fast learner."

Cold. That was the thought filling my head- It was very, very cold. Quickly, another thought joined it- Stupid. How could I be so stupid? I argued with myself, trying to convince myself that what I was doing wasn't completely idiotic. After all, I was eighteen years old. If I wanted to ride my bike over an hour, in the middle of the night, to meet up with an older woman that was my choice. I was now a legal adult, so this kind of thing was okay, right? My desire to see a girl pee in her pants was a highly motivating factor. Were it not for this woman's supposed interest in wetting her pants in front of me, I definitely would not have done this. However, the opportunity was too good to pass up. Dana and I had started chatting in a watersports chat room a few months before this. Even though she was thirty four years old, she didn't live so far away as to make a meet-up impossible. Though I would have preferred she was closer to my age. With my parents away celebrating their anniversary, and my only sibling gone at summer camp, I actually had a real opportunity to meet her. Sitting alone, freezing cold, on a park bench at 1:30am, I was starting to feel very stupid. Before I left to meet her I was excited by the possibilities, but sitting alone in the dark I couldn't help but think about everything that might go wrong. “Why is she late?” I wondered to myself. She was supposed to have met me thirty minutes ago, but there had been no sign of her. Maybe she never intended to actually meet me? Maybe she wasn't even really a girl? Yes, I had seen her on webcam, but the super low quality of 1990's dial up internet, combined with her poorly lit room, she could have been a guy with long hair, or wearing a wig. It was difficult to make out much on the fuzzy, pixelated webcam image. Another possibility suddenly trampled into my head- Maybe she did show up on time, saw me sitting out there, and left. That was probably what happened, I figured. She saw how young I looked in real life, picked up on my complete lack of confidence, and decided she could do better and just left. After all, what would a successful, attractive, 34 year old woman see in an 18 year old boy who didn't have a job and lived with his parents? Just then my thoughts were interrupted by the loud sound of a motorcycle. Looking up I could see that a motorbike had pulled into the parking lot. Dana, in all of our conversations, never mentioned that she rode a motorcycle, but perhaps this was her. The rider got off, obviously a man and obviously much older than 34. “Oh God,” I thought, “Is this Dana?” I considered it could be Dana. This man, posing as a woman to lure teenagers out here in the middle of the night, where no one could see what was going on. He did look quite a bit different from what Dana seemed to look like on her webcam though. He stood there, looking around, as if waiting for something. Several times he looked past me, but didn't seem interested. If he had lured me there, I reasoned, wouldn't he be approaching me, or doing something? Not just standing there waiting. I couldn't take not knowing. The uncertainty of the situation was too much for me. If this man was Dana, I wanted to get whatever was going to happen over with. Shivering from the cold and nerves, I walked towards him. He stared at me as I crossed the grassy area the separated us. I reached him, but he didn't say a word. “Are you Dana?” I managed to stammer. “No,” he said, glaring at me. Just then, another motorcycle pulled up next to us. Not Dana nodded at the other rider, put on his helmet, and they took off together. I was relieved, but still wondering where the real Dana was. At this point she was nearly 45 minutes late. I returned to my bench and contemplated my situation. After thinking it over for a bit, I was completely convinced that at some point she simply decided she wanted a real man, not some kid who had just turned 18. Maybe she decided this earlier and never even left to meet me. Or maybe she did show up, saw me there, and decided to take off. At that moment a white sedan pulled into the parking lot. The door opened, the driver stepped out, and I instantly knew that this was Dana. She had curves, but she wasn't overweight. Her shoulder length hair was somewhere between light brown and blonde. She was wearing tight, faded blue jeans, just like she said she would be, and a white blouse. She looked directly at me, then started walking towards my bench with a confidence and determination that I would never be able to match. Suddenly I was absolutely terrified. My heart was jumping into my throat with every beat. I was absolutely sure that once she saw me up close she would change her mind about me. And then, before I could manage another thought, she was standing right in front of me. “Are you Tvguy?” she asked. I nearly threw up I was so nervous. My lips moved and I heard myself say, “Yes.” “You're really cute,” she said, “I mean I could tell online you were cute, but you are way better than what I was expecting.” My face grew hot as I turned bright red. I was at a total loss for what to do. What should I say? We had talked about so much kinky stuff online, but now with her standing right in front of me, it seemed extremely inappropriate to talk about anything like that. My mind raced, trying to find some kind of experience to guide me on what to do next. Time was passing. This was awkward. Finally my brain landed upon job interview training and professional introductions. I stood up, shook her hand, and with my best friendly and confident voice I said, “It is nice to meet you.” Instantly, I felt very dorky for doing this. She was going to walk away. What was I even thinking? How did I ever possibly think this would go well? Once again I felt like I might throw up. Squeezing her legs tightly together, hands pressed into her crotch, she said, “It was a very long drive and I need to pee really bad. I don't see a bathroom around here. I think I might have an accident. “So,” she continued, now whispering, “Are you still interested in seeing a grown woman tinkle in her panties like a little child?” Oh. My. God. The look she was giving me was insanely seductive. She was somehow pouting while doing a naughty smile. My brain completely shut down. I could no longer even begin to form any kind of coherent thought. The cold night air snapped me out of my coma. Had it been seconds? Minutes? I had no way to tell. She was saying something but my brain had temporarily lost the ability to process auditory stimuli. Then I realized I had a full erection, standing right in front of her. She noticed too. “Well it doesn't look like you'll mind too much if I wet my pants,” she smiled at me, leaning in close and grinding against my erection. Without any other words exchanged she stepped back, looked down, and her jeans started to turn dark with wetness. A brief sigh of relief came from her as she completely soaked her pants, standing right in front of me, in the middle of the park. The warm pee stain on her pants steamed in the cold night air. She looked into my eyes, now her face was red. “Did you like that?” she whispered to me. I nodded. She suggested we leave, citing the low temperature and the desire to not have someone catch her with wet pants in public. We managed to fit my bike into the back of her car, somehow, and she gave me a ride home. Now, I truly wish that I could report this was only the start of things that evening. When we got back to my house she gave me ample opportunities to invite her inside. I was extremely nervous, very awkward, and had no idea how to close the deal. It felt like anything I might have said would just come across as pervy and creepy. Despite her giving me ample openings, and me very much wanting for more between us, I was simply too shy to take advantage of the opportunities that she was presenting. She drove off. I could tell she was disappointed that nothing else was going to happen. So was I, but I was at a loss for what to say. Feeling very stupid I went inside and laid down on my bed, trying to digest everything. I was still very horny, but it felt wrong to masturbate to thoughts of her without her explicit permission, so I crawled under my covers and eventually fell asleep. It was still very cold out.