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It all started when I went to a concert with my big sister. She had gone to a few concerts before, and it was my first time, so I looked to her to know what to do and what to wear. She told me to wear a knee–length skirt and thick panties underneath. On top I should wear something lose, not tucked into my skirt. I looked trough my wardrobe and found the outfit she described. When the big day finally arrived we went to the concert area early so we would have a real good spot. My sister told me to go to the bathroom now; for we wouldn't be able to go until the show was over if we wanted the spot. Of course I went, and I wondered how the hell I was going to last for 7 hours without peeing. We were three hours…
Read →A few weeks after I had peed my jeans in the rain with my sister I was in the park with a good friend of mine, Jo–Anne. We were goofing around and having fun in the nice weather when Jo–Anne suddenly told me we had to find a toilet. She had had to pee for a while, as did I, and a bit escaped. We went to where the toilets were in the park, or rather, usually were. The city had apparently had had enough of the vandalism, and the toilets had been removed. Jo–Anne doubled over in pain and told me she'd never make it home. She barely got here and she was about to pee her jeans. I felt sorry for her and told her she would be able to make it if she just tried. With a tear falling down her cheek she told me she couldn…
Read →This story was told to me by a friend who attends a small college of about 1200 students: I lived in the biggest dorm of all of them. It was an all female dorm and there were 50 of us living there. It was the oldest dorm on campus and originally the only one. Since it had been built for far fewer students many rooms had been converted into living quarters, leaving only one toilet for all 50 of us. Weekday mornings were the worst. I would wake up with that full feeling in my bladder just bursting to go, never knowing how long the line at the toilet would be. It was unfortunately in the same room as the shower, which made waiting times even longer since girls would go in there and shower and pee and brush every…
Read →Wow what a weekend I just had, let me tell you all about it! Last weekend it was the Queen's Golden Jubilee celebration down in London. My wealthy but divorced cousin Fran was very lucky and got two tickets in her grown up daughters' names for the pop concert on the Monday night in the Garden at Buckingham Palace. Claire, 24 and Holly, 20, the two very good looking daughters, top shelf in fact, were to be the lucky recipients of the tickets. Both girls live in Chelsea. Fran asked me if I would like to go down to London for the weekend. Our families are very close as we all grew up together in the same town. Fran is 10 years older than I, and seems to be missing male company since her messy divorce. She felt…
Read →I work at a medium–sized IT–development firm where we develop large–scale applications for other firms. Doing an intake for a new assignment starts with a visit to the customer by a technician and an account manager. When I was still a novice I was told to join Mrs. Carpenter in such an intake trip. Mrs. Carpenter was one of the top sales executives, but most of the men thought about her as the woman who knew how to dress. She always wore suits with skirts that never ended at or below the knee. She always walked on spike–heeled pumps. In the company's cafeteria, I used to admire her muscular, yet very feminine legs with bulging, rock–hard calves, which she always crossed in an equally feminine manner. Not…
Read →A couple of weeks ago I headed out to a concert with some friends, of which once again included my sexy neighbor Casey. After Casey's wet incident on her birthday the two of us had gotten closer and even a bit sexual together one night while watching a movie. So the night of this concert rolls around and Casey and I were picked up by three of our friends, Ben, D.J., and Hillary. We all rode to the show in Ben's Tahoe truck. We got there plenty early because we always like to tailgate and have some drinks before heading in. The concert was being held at a nearby arena and traffic was already getting backed up when we got there. By the time we found a parking spot it was pretty far off from the arena. That…
Read →A few years ago I worked part–time as a bartender in a strip club. It was easy work, the money was good and the scenery was great. One Wednesday afternoon around 6:00 or so I was quietly tending bar when the owners of a little mom and pop company that supplied the machines for the bathrooms came in. Not only did they supply the condom and tampon machines; they also took care of the electric air fresheners in each bathroom. It was a good time for them to be there as the after work crowd had thinned and the evening crowd had not arrived yet. The bathrooms were right across from the bar and they had been in the women's bathroom for a few minutes when one of the employees came out and told me that they would be in…
Read →Episode 1 – Dawn of the Wet Laurie was a college student, a respectable girl with shoulder–length blonde hair and a perfect attendance record. Her friend Kitty was something else: she was a bit of a rebel who would rather be attending a party than a lecture. The girls were close friends since childhood, however, and were now roommates in their sorority. The night after the last of their final exams there was a big party at a friendly sorority house, and both girls were going. Under the light of a full moon Laurie drove her jeep through the fields on campus; the sorority houses were quite far from each other, so it was quite a drive. Kitty was fidgeting in the passenger's seat, and Laurie knew from experience…
Read →Night of the Living Wet (Part 2) Episode 2 – Return of the Living Wet Each time there was a party on campus, one of the sorority members had the duty to stay in the dorm to ensure security and to open the door for fellow members who came home. This night, the victim was Cathy, not exactly one of the more popular girls although she was quite attractive, but her general attitude and interest in sports (she was on the hockey team) made the other girls have doubts about her sexual preferences. Cathy woke up in the middle of the night. She was certain she had heard something: a loud sound, like someone banging on the plumbing. None of the other girls had come home yet, and although she always had a butch exterior…
Read →The following accounts are true, only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Back in the early 1980's I became involved with a sexy blonde girl named Mindy who was a former stripper. At the time we were both in our mid 20's. She was a big girl, not fat by any means but what most would call statuesque. About 150 lbs, 5' 11", large pendulous tits, a nice round ass, and legs a mile long which she loved to show off with short mini–skirts. She turned heads wherever we went, both male and female. The sex was hot from the start, and within a few months we were living together. She was quite open–minded sexually and we experimented with just about everything including pee fun. While this did not turn her…
Read →The woman in the pictures is Sweet Panty Girl. When Joni felt her bladder starting to fill as she sat at her desk working the report due to her boss before the end of the day, she considered taking a bathroom break, but was on a roll– and she wasn't really needing to go badly enough to warrant getting up and leaving her work. Lunch had really dried out her mouth and made her rather thirsty so she downed the rest of her half full bottle of water and rolled a meter on her chair to refill it from the cooler in the hall outside her cubical. She drank a few sips from the refilled bottle and continued working. About an hour's work later Joni's bladder was very full and she decided to finish off her paragraph…
Read →After the phone sex I had with Amanda, my college lecturer, we had both promised to refrain from any sexual indulgence until our arranged meeting the following afternoon. By that time we would both be feeling very horny, and we had also decided to resist relieving our bladders from lunch onwards. I was more than happy to agree, "but don't forget," I had reminded her. "You have us for P E at the last session – you don't want me to wet myself during that?" "No," she said, "but it will be nicer if we are both having to hold on, so be a good girl until then, good bye." The phone went dead, leaving me sitting on the toilet tingling with anticipation, my hand still in my wet panties, it was all I could do to keep my…
Read →Note: This story contains Female Desperation, Male Desperation, Accidental Wetting, Deliberate Wetting and Sex I have been a bed–wetter all my life. While my mom had really tried to get me dry, and eventually forbade me to use diapers, I had hardly moved to my first own apartment when I ran out to purchase large amounts of diapers and everything that was needed besides them. Since the day had been exhausting, I had gone to bed early and happily in diapers. My subconscious seemed to have grasped the fact, for that night I wasn't plagued by bad dreams of searching desperately for a toilet, while the pressure in my bladder grew worse and worse – but I guess you know this type of nightmares. No, I slept like a log…
Read →I was told to go to the toilet before we left, but I didn't.When we got to the park, I was asked to look after my younger sisters. I was wearing black knickers, a blue skirt down to my knees, and a white T–shirt. After a while, I began to feel the need to pee. I ignored it, and I continued to watch my sisters. My family said they were going home for an hour, leaving me on my own with them, a responsibility thing they said. After a short while, I really needed to pee. I crossed my legs, which helped, but it couldn't hold for long. I could feel the pressure on my bladder; it was sort of a dead weight. This didn't help too much, because it seemed to sink down. I knew where the toilets were; it was just that I…
Read →Note: This story contains Female Wetting, Male Wetting, Foreplay, and Sex We were eighteen, shy and innocent; had been summer friends for ten years. Both families having cabins by the small lake, we just had to be together. There were more young people around that we met, became friends, drifted apart. But Kate was something special. And that summer something changed. It was the annual midsummer feast, everybody gathering in the clearing by the bay, barbecuing, playing games, children dipping their toes. My family had arrived that afternoon, my little sister seeking her best friend, and I hoped Kate was there. She was. Brown hair parted in the middle, green eyes, her body a little rounder than last year.…
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