Roger Ireland 174 Posted June 7, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted June 7, 2021 A little story to share from some years ago. At the time I was living in hilly country and I often used to walk for a couple of hours or so a few times a week. One very close hill (it was only about 100 yards from the house) was exceptionally high, at over 900 ft it was just short of mountain status. The walk up was fairly easy and the view from the top was great. I had a neighbour a few doors away who liked hiking and cycling and asked me to show her the way up because it was tricky to find an easy route. I’ll call her Susan for the story. We agreed on a particular Sunday before lunch and I called for Susan at about 11, it was usually about 45 mins each way so allowing for 15 mins at the top we would be back by about 1 p.m. At this point I have to mention that on my usual walks I would always leave the house needing to pee and then find a point where I could completely wet myself early in the walk and complete my walk in wet pants or damp as the time went by. I usually wore black or dark blue jeans or trousers with cotton underpants. On this occasion I left the house needing to pee but not too desperate as I knew I would get no opportunity to wet myself while in Susan’s company but hoped to be able to pee discreetly somewhere along the way. Susan was waiting for me, and we set off, talking as we went. We chatted about all sorts of things but along the way I pointed out to her the waypoints in our walk so that she could go on her own again sometime. I had no real opportunity to hang back and pee in any way because I was the one leading of course. By the time we arrived at the top I was getting pretty desperate but the top of the hill was short grass with a few small outcrops of rock – nowhere to hide or pee discretely. I showed Susan some of the recognizable sights including our houses right at the foot of the hill in miniature. I just had to pee very soon or wet myself out of control and all I could think of was to sit on the grass and wet through my pants and jeans (black on this occasion). I suggested to Susan that we should sit down for a few minutes rest before we started back. Her response took my breath away, she said, quite firmly, ‘oh no, I never sit on the grass in case it’s a bit damp and I end up with a wet patch that looks for all the world like I’ve wet myself.’ That answer excited me so much I actually started to pee in my pants as I said, ‘Well if you don’t mind, I’ll sit for a few minutes.’ I bent down still peeing and with stray rivulets running down my legs I sank down and completely peed through my pants and jeans into the grass. I said, ‘well I hope the grass isn’t too wet today or it will look as if I’ve wet myself.’ Susan Laughed at that and said, ‘I’ll check for you when you get up.’ I sat there for maybe five minutes hoping that most of the pee would soak away. When I stood up Susan turned me around and looked at my bum. She said, ‘It’s a bit damp, can you feel it?’ Then she said, you have bits of grass sticking to your trousers, I’ll brush them off.’ She promptly started to brush the back of my trousers with her hand, after a couple of times she suddenly said, ‘Your trousers are soaking wet here’, and touched them again. ‘The grass can’t be that wet surely’, she said, as she bent down the feel the grass which was practically dry. With a slightly shocked look on her face she said, ‘why on earth are you so wet? Have you wet yourself?’ There was nowhere for me to go at that point so, resigning myself to an embarrassing disclosure, I said, ‘actually, yes, I was desperate and so I’ve just wet my pants sat here a few minutes ago.’ ‘Why ever didn’t you say’, said Susan, ‘I would have understood, you could have gone behind a bush somewhere on the way up. I’m so sorry if you held back because of me, and now you’ve wet your pants.’ She sounded so sorry and concerned that I decided to tell her the truth, so I said, ‘actually, I was desperate but that’s not unusual for me.’ She looked at me with even more concern and asked, ‘do you have an incontinence problem then?’ ‘No’, I answered, ‘I enjoy it, it excites me, so I often pee my pants when I’m out walking and if I wear dark pants no one is any the wiser, you only know because you felt it.’ The look on Susan’s face was priceless, a cross between shock and amusement, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, so I thought that amusement was winning. Then, with cute dimples that I hadn’t seen before she smiled fully and said, ‘well good for you! We all have our little secrets and you can be sure that yours is safe with me.’ I smiled and thanked her for her assurance. She then said, ‘I can understand your predilection with wetting. I’ve wet myself on occasion and, the embarrassment aside, I love the feelings on a sensual basis, but I haven’t done it on purpose. although I have to admit I’ve thought about it.’ I looked at her and smiled and said,’ no time like the present! We could sit together just watching the view and no one would ever know, except me of course. No better chance than with someone like me who really understands.’ I was rewarded with the dimple smile again and she said, ‘you promise you won’t tell anyone, ever?’ ‘Of course not’, I said, that would be the worst betrayal of a friend.’ ‘Friends now are we?’ She teased, then laughed and said, ‘I suppose we have to be if we are going to be keeping each other’s secrets.’ The next moment Susan put one hand on my shoulder, reached up and kissed my cheek and said, ‘There, sealed with a kiss.’ Susan was wearing two overlapping tops with a tightly cut short denim jacket and medium blue denim jeans. She looked quite stunning I had thought when I called for her and I was secretly pleased to be seen with such a pretty and stylish girl. She took me hand and we sat down together on a slight grassy mound. She said, ‘is this the right position?’ and drew her knees up slightly. I said,’ yes, perfect, I think. Girls are built slightly differently though but I think that makes it easier for you actually because at least you are not trying to aim a short, moving hose! Susan laughed and then sat still, her expression pensive and a few moments later she said, ‘it’s coming out! I can feel my knickers getting soaked and my bum is wet.’ I said, ‘the trick is to sit for a few moments to let most of the pee soak away, if you stand up too soon it will run down your legs and that’s harder to hide’. Susan nodded that she understood that and then said, ‘how amazingly warm it is, my bum is warm, it feels quite comforting actually’. After a few moments she stood up and looked down at her legs and said, ‘these are not the perfect colour are they? You can see everything.’ I said, ‘turn around let me see the back.’ She turned and there was a perfect wet patch half-way up each cheek of her bottom which made it absolutely clear that she had just wet her pants. I said, ‘Wow, that was very daring of you but if we are to keep this secret between us, I think you should tie my jacket around your waist so no one else can see.’ I took it off and handed it to her and she accepted gratefully. We started the walk home with a closer bond between us, we were no longer just neighbours passing the time of day, we were co-conspirators and had secrets. Susan seemed very relaxed with me and she was easy to talk to with that ever-responsive smile and a quick mind. We talked more on the way down than we had on the way up and by the time we arrived at Susan’s house she said that she had almost forgotten about being wet as it dried up. She stood on her doorstep and I got another kiss on the cheek as she said goodbye and I turned with a wave and started down her path. Before I had gone more than a few steps she called out, ‘Roger’. I turned to see her framed in the doorway but still standing just outside with that pretty smile and she said, ‘What are you doing Wednesday afternoon?’ Before I could answer I saw pee flooding down her legs as she wet herself again. I smiled and shouted, ‘I’ll pick you up at 2, would that be ok? ©Roger Ireland 2021 Bisonwin, derektor_2000, ragtime and 8 others 8 1 2 Quote Link to comment
wannawatch 255 Posted June 7, 2021 Share Posted June 7, 2021 Loved it! Thanks for sharing. Quote Link to comment
jpee 103 Posted June 8, 2021 Share Posted June 8, 2021 Wonderful story. You are a lucky man. Quote Link to comment
ragtime 127 Posted June 8, 2021 Share Posted June 8, 2021 Very bold move! Loved reading it. Quote Link to comment
Wetsy 169 Posted June 8, 2021 Share Posted June 8, 2021 Awesome..Are you 2 still wetting together???? Quote Link to comment
wetskipants 840 Posted June 9, 2021 Share Posted June 9, 2021 Epic story. Loved it Quote Link to comment
Roger Ireland 174 Posted June 10, 2021 Author Share Posted June 10, 2021 Hi All, Many thanks for the positive remarks, it's very nice to feel that others appreciate what you do. Wetsy, I'm sorry that I can't round out the story with a 'happy' ending but 'Susan' and I, while having a healthy and lively time together, were not soul mates in any other way. So after a few months of fun and, promising to stay friends for a wet escapade now and then, we slowly parted and have now lost touch completely (this was a few years ago). On a general relationship note, I think it has been said before that almost certainly the way to find a permanent partner with whom you can enjoy different things is to find someone who is a real soul mate in other things in life and then the relationship can progress to exploring new fetishes Etc. In other words, you can't build a long-lasting relationship on a pair of wet knickers! Thanks for the feedback. Stay wet'n'happy, Roger. Quote Link to comment
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