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[girlgirl101]

hello
my name is Clair I am new to this site but love to read the stories.

[Grant]

Welcome, Clair. I hope you enjoy reading the posts and even post a few stories and experiences of your own. I always like to read about a female's wetting stories.

Grant. :)

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[DavidEngland99]

Hi Clair,

Welcome to the site! I love hearing about girls that are into wetting themselves - I think it is such a sweet thing to do, and the gentle pee-aroma afterwards is more erotic than any perfume! If you would like to chat 1-to-1 about wetting, why not make yourself a HOTMAIL address (so you can be anonymous) and drop me a line.

david_england99@hotmail.com

David

[hawkeye1]

Hi Clair!


hello
my name is Clair I am new to this site but love to read the stories.

Welcome to the board and to the community. I hope that you will have much fun with like-minded people.

Cheers

hawkeye

[Crazyhorse]

You want stories Clair? Then you've come to the right place.

From the alt.sex.fetish newsgroup

Dave and Judy

I awoke this morning quite aroused, thinking about
the conversation my girlfriend and I had while out
the night before.
It all started at a party at a friend' house.
There were three girls and two guys, including
myself. We've all been close friends since college.
After sitting around the kitchen table drinking beer
for a couple of hours, my girlfriend's friend,
Carol, deceided to call a friend of hers to invite
her over. She got into an extended conversation
with her on the phone, and after fifteen minutes or
so, Carol began fidgeting around while pushing her
hand into her crotch. She didn't realize that I
could see her little dance from where I was sitting
in the kitchen. It became obvious to me that Carol
had to go the bathroom pretty bad. Suddenly, she
hung up the phone and ran into the bathroom.
When Carol came out of the bathroom and walked
down the hall toward the kitchen, I could see a
small wet spot on her pants just below the zipper.
As she got closer, it was obvious that she had
started to wet her pants before getting to the
bathroom.
I turned to my girfriend, Judy, and whispered to
her that it looked like Carol had wet her pants a
little - just to get her reaction. Judy is a
little on the shy side, but after a few drinks she
becomes quite a talker. So, out loud in front of
everybody, she says, "What did you do, Carol, pee
your pants?" Well, that brought out a lot of
ribbing from everyone. Because Carol was wearing a
pair of light gray slacks, it was now much more
noticeable in the bright light in the kitchen.
Carol tried to explain that she had to go, but
couldn't get off the phone. She then turned to Judy
and said, "I suppose you've never peed your pants,
Judy," kind of mockingly. Judy said she hadn't.
Carol jumped back with, "Oh yeah, what about the
time we were riding on my brother's snowmobile?"
"Get out of here, I did not," Judy said. Right
about then, my buddy, Jake's, little brother walked
in and the conversation abruptly ended.
After a couple more beers, Judy and I headed home.
On the way back to her house, I asked about the
snowmobile incident that Carol had mentioned. She
kind of hesitated a second, and then admitted she
had wet her pants, but the only reason Carol knew
was because she had told her.
She said you really couldn't tell, because she was
wearing a snowmobile suit and it didn't show. I was
trying to hide my excitement, but I think it showed
through, because Judy told me that she could tell
from the look in my eyes that I was enjoying hearing
about this. I then admitted to her that she was
right and that I would even buy magazines in hopes of
reading letters or stories about this subject. She
admitted finding all those issues when she was
looking through my desk for the calculator, and
even thumbed through of couple of them, but didn't
remember seeing anything about people peeing their
pants. I did tell her that there used to be,
regularly, but lately there haven't been. She then
told me that she would like to see the ones that had
accident letters in them. At first I couldn't
believe what I had just heard, but soon realized
that Judy was turned on by this subject, too.
I guess I wanted to be sure about this, so I
thought I would rather see what kind of reaction I
could get from her if I related an incident that
happenned to me. So I told her about the time a
couple of months ago when I went to a stag party for
my cousin. We hit a couple of different bars, and
the last one we were at was about an hour from my
house. The last thing I did before leaving was to
take a leak, because I knew it would be a long ride
home. Judy was listening intently as I told her
that about five miles from my house, I had to pee
so bad that I was pinching my cock and moving my
legs back and forth, trying to keep from going in my
pants. And, at that point, I had already leaked
enough to form a small wet spot around the zipper of
my jeans.
When I glanced over at her, I saw that sexy glare
in her eyes and turned-on expression on her face
that I've come to recognize. She then told me that
she knew the feeling well. She then asked me, "What
happened then?"
So I went on to tell her that I turned down an
isolated back road that led to my house so I could
pull over and take a leak. But as I hurried down
the road to a spot where I thought I could stop, I
glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a sherrif's
car pull out of the side road I just passed, and it
was coming up right behind me. At this point, I
couldn't just pull pver and piss, so I had to just
keep driving along at the speed limit, which, I
might add, was a meager thirty-five miles per hour.
A minute or so later, I lost control and piss
started spurting into my pants while I was straining
to hold it.
About then I came up to the road I had to turn
onto, and was able to momentarily stop the spasms,
and thought that I might actually make it for the
two minutes or so it was going to take for me to get
home. But as I pushed on the brake pedal to stop,
I started to pee again, except this time there was
no stopping it. At first I tried, but by this time
my pants had gotten so wet already and the pressure
was so intense that I just relaxed and let nature
take its course. When Judy said that she bet it
felt good to just let go, I told her that it felt SO
good that I even enjoyed watching the crotch of my
pants glisten as the pee surged through the
material. Although in the back of my mind, I was
concerned about peeing on my velour upholstery.
Getting in to my house was a bit of a challenge,
because some of my neighbors were out and I had to
wait in my car until the coast was clear. I asked
Judy if she could imagine how embarrassing it would
be to be caught in wet pants in front of people.
She then asked me if I would be embarrassed with wet
pants in front of her. I told her that I probably would.
She told me not to, because she would enjoy seeing
that. I then told her that I would have loved being on
that snowmobile with her when she peed in her
pants.
We drove into the parking lot of her apartment,
where I was going to drop her off because we both
had to work early the next day, but I just couldn't
let this conversation go, so I ended up going up to
her place with her. When we got inside, Judy went
to the fridge and got two more beers. I told her that
I had to pee, but she said that she wanted me to wait
and hold it. She had to pee, also, but she said she
was going to tell me about her accident she had when
she was with Carol on the snowmobile. We were both
pretty turned on, and I knew that before the night
was over, Judy was going to end up peeing in her
pants, not to mention myself as well.
Judy pulled two chairs from the kitchen table so
that we were still near the table, but basically
facing eachother. She began by telling me that she
and Carol were at Carol's brother's farm and had been
drinking wine coolers before taking the snowmobile
out on the trails. Carol was driving and Judy was
riding on the back. They were a little tipsy and
pretty giddy. As they were jumping over the moguls
and laughing, Judy had to pee, and every time they
would hit a bump, she would accidently pee a little
in her pants.
After awhile, they headed back to the barn with
the snowmobile and drove inside and almost hit the
back wall. When they came to a stop,they both sat
there laughing, and that's when Judy finished
pissing the hell out of her pants, as she put it.
It was then that she told Carol that she wet her
pants from laughing so hard. When she got off the
snowmobile and turned around, Carol told her that
she didn't look wet. She then told Carol that she
didn't go that much, although Judy knew that she had
peed quite a bit. She and Carol had another wine
cooler before Judy left.
She told me that on the way home, she had to go
again and was tempted to just go in her pants, but
didn't want to pee all over the seat of the car.
She said that because she was wearing a snowmobile
suit over her jeans, it felt like a giant diaper and
that made it very easy to just go ahead and wet it
on purpose. But she held back the urge.
When she got home, she was very horney from the
warm, wet jeans. She then went right into the
bathroom, took off her boots, and removed the
snowmobile suit to the sight of a very wet pair of
pants. She said they were wet all the way up to the
back of the belt loops, and pointed to more than
halfway up the zipper in the front as well as almost
to her knees.
At that point, I stopped her and told her that if
she kept talking about her wet pants, I was going to
wet mine because I had to go bad. She said, "No,
wait. I've got to tell you this." And she
proceeded to tell me that she stepped into the
bathtub and turned facing the wall and looked over
her shoulder at her backside in the mirror and
relaxed her bladder and re-wet her pants, this time
down her legs, soaking the rest of her pants and
socks as well. When she told me that, I just lost
control and purposely peed in my jeans. Judy placed
her hand over my crotch and felt the warm pee
soaking into my pants. And with that, she sat back,
spread her legs, and thoroughly wet her tight
corduroy pants. She must have peed for two or three
minutes straight.
When she stopped, she got off the chair and knelt
in the huge puddle on the floor, unzipped her pants
as well as mine, pulled out my cock and began
blowing me while masturbating herself through her
wet panties. We both had intense orgasms within
seconds.
After getting out of our wet clothes, we cleaned
up and went to bed. The last thing Judy said to me
before we fell asleep was, "The next time, let's
wear diapers under our pants and go out someplace -
it will last longer and nobody will know what we're
doing." Well, Judy went to work this morning and I
didn't. So I decided to post this letter to the
net, hoping that we will soon see others do the same.

[Crazyhorse]

You wait all day for one story, and then 2 appear almost at once.

The Desperate Girl At The Rock Concert

The knicker-wetting incident I was lucky enough to witness at a rock
concert occurred in 1983. I wasn't on the look-out for accidents at all,
in fact at this time it hadn't yet occurred to me that queues would be a
good place to look for girls in trouble! I think I was looking for a
place to buy a can of Coke, and I happened to pass an extremely long
queue for the Ladies. There must have been at least 40 women in the
queue, all waiting to use 2 (I think) Portaloos, which I imagine had
about 5 cubicles each.

As I passed by, my eye was caught by one girl in particular, standing
about 30th in line. It must say something that she did stand out,
because as I say, I wasn't 'on the lookout', and my mind was elsewhere.
She was dressed in a white T-shirt, with green and white striped 'pedal-
pusher' trousers which were trendy at the time. They were tight-fitting,
made even more so by the fact that her legs were extremely tightly
crossed; she had her arms folded across her chest, with her head
slightly bowed, and she was grimacing with pain, so I couldn't tell
whether she was good-looking or not!

Obviously I stopped in my tracks, and casually lit a cigarette. I leant
against a nearby barrier to see what would happen. The queue was moving
slowly but surely forward, but it was still taking an awfully long time.
Whenever she had to move, the girl would uncross her legs and sidestep
along, keeping her legs very close together. Every so often she would
unbow her head and look despairingly upwards, and I could actually see
her mouthing the words, "Hurry up!" and "Come on!"

After a few minutes, she unfolded her arms and put her hand over her
crotch between her legs. She looked fantastic doing this - so
vulnerable, so helpless, so desperate to pee! She really did look as if
she was about to pee her pants. She also looked incredibly miserable -
red in the face, and looking as if she was going to burst into tears.
More and more she began to alternate her position - recrossing her legs,
putting her other hand over her crotch, wriggling about (as
unobtrusively as she could) and generally fidgeting about. There were
still about 20 women in front of her (no-one else, incidentally, looked
half as desperate as she did), and I decided to get behind her, to see
if I could make out what kind of knickers she was wearing. It was quite
obvious, as her trousers were being stretched so tightly - plain white
cotton briefs, and she had a nice slim bottom.

Having found this out, I strolled back to my original vantage-point. By
now she didn't seem to care that she was making a fool of herself; she
was obviously solely concerned with averting an accident. I seem to
remember noticing her considering jumping the queue, but I can't
remember now how this was apparent - she probably just looked down the
queue hesitantly. By now, she had one hand over her pussy and the other
rubbing her stomach. She really did look in a terrible state, so panicky
to reach the toilet yet so totally helpless - I've never seen someone as
desperate as that. She was the classic picture of a desperate girl.

All at once, she turned her head sideways, put her hands on the barrier
behind her and leant backwards slightly, with her legs tightly together
but not crossed. As I watched, I saw the cotton material of her trousers
darken on her thighs (not on her crotch). She was wetting her pants!
However, this didn't last long. I think she was trying to relieve the
pressure on her bladder; it didn't matter to me - I was very excited.
I'd just seen a girl trickling in her knickers and trousers. The patch
of pee wasn't very big, but it was definitely noticeable, as the cotton
trousers were very thin, thus darkening very easily. I wanted to go
behind her and inspect her bottom, but I was afraid of missing
something. I was also getting slightly concerned, as there were only
about 10 women in front of her now.

After the girl had relieved the pressure, she shook her head
(despairingly?) and suddenly returned to her cross-legged, hands-
between-legs pose. She actually had her other hand in her mouth,
seemingly biting it in the sheer frantic urgency of her desperate need.
Incidentally, none of the other women in the queue seemed to notice her
plight, or were perhaps embarrassedly ignoring her wrigglings. I was
getting very turned on at the thought of those white cotton pants, now
probably grey with the wetness of her wee, and I almost couldn't believe
that I was looking at this girl's actual pee on the front of her thighs.

Shuffle forward, wriggle, anguished expression - she was slowly getting
to the head of the queue. Goodness knows what she must have been
thinking inside, with the cat-and-mouse tension of the slow progress,
praying she'd make it but at the mercy of how long the other women took.
What if one of them had a poop, and slowed down the progress of the
whole queue?

At this point I was thinking, "Ah well, if she makes it, at least I know
her pants are at least wet at the gusset."

However, suddenly, with an audible moan, her poor trousers seemed to
change colour, a little like litmus paper does when dipped in acid. Her
legs were very slightly apart to begin with, but as the pee-stain
reached her knees, she squatted down fast, and finished her accident in
that position. She peed for about 20 seconds in total, all the time just
staring straight ahead (almost at me!), red in the face, but
expressionless. She had completely peed her knickers!

I was trembling with excitement, just waiting for her to stand up so I
could inspect her bottom. This she did, and I didn't need to go behind
her because she herself turned her back to me and leant with her head
down, elbow resting on the barrier. Her trousers were a real sight. They
were sopping wet to the backs of her knees, a totally different colour
to the material round her calves, and I could see her knickers through
the material! Her 'sunrise' had spread almost to the top of the back of
her trousers, and I could see where the waistband of her pants ended and
where her (wet) skin began.

She stayed like this for a minute or so, then turned round. She looked
as if she'd been crying, although I really couldn't be sure - she
certainly looked red and dishevelled. I wondered what she'd do now. I
hoped she'd give up queuing and walk back to wherever she came from, as
I was beginning to think my friends would wonder where I'd got to - all
this took at least 15 minutes.

However, she stayed in the queue. I now wish I'd seen her into the loo
and then followed her around. Instead, I spent 2 or 3 minutes drinking
in the sight, memorising it from front and back. During these minutes,
the girl ahead of her, who must have noticed the actual accident, got
chatting to her. I don't know what she said, but I can imagine it was
words of sympathy. The wet girl didn't smile, just spoke and nodded.

As I say, after about 3 minutes I left - at the time, just seeing her
having an accident in her pants was enough (and still is), but I now
wish I'd been more thorough!