wetwulf

One of my favorite past times in high school was to go over my me friend Mike's house and play some back yard baseball. Oh yeah, and to hit on his hot older sister, Shannon. Mike made me promise not to ever try anything with her as part of the best friend code. I kept my word, but it wasn't always easy.

One summer afternoon, we were all sitting outside, too hot to play ball. I was sitting on the porch swing, enjoying an ice cold glass of tea when Shannon stepped out of the house in a tight, dark-blue one-piece bathing suit. Bikinis are great, but the way that one-piece hugged her curvy figure was almost too much to handle. Her gorgeous breasts were almost too large for the suit and pressed the front of it to its limit. I could barely see her stiff nipples pushing against the fabric. I placed the ice cold glass against by thigh to cool things down a bit. I caught sight of Mike as he glared at me, warning me not to look for too long. I couldn't help it.

Mike finished off his glass of tea and stood up. "I'm going in for a refill. You want some more?"

"Sure," I said and handed him my glass. I braved another glance at Shannon as she spread her towel across the lawn chair in the yard, preparing to add some color to her already lovely skin.

"Okay, fella, maybe you should come in with me," Mike said, grinning. He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me through the door. I did not take my eyes from her, though, as he dragged me along. "What did I say to you, huh? She's off limits, okay?"

"I'm sorry, dude. She's just so... hot." Mike refilled our glasses and sighed. "Let's go play some video games and maybe that can take your mind off of her."

Once in his room, Mike switched on the Playstation. We were deep into our game when, without warning, his sister's face flashed in my mind. I imagined her sprawled out on the lounge chair, eyes closed, licking tiny beads of sweat from her lips as the sunlight caressed her delightful curves. I tossed around some ideas in my head of how I was going to get another peek at her. Finally, I chose the most desperate one.

"Uh, I've got to go to the bathroom."

"You don't have to tell me, dude, just go. This isn't school." I darted quickly out of Mike's room and down the hall to the bathroom. Lucky for me, his bathroom window looked out on the side of the yard where his lovely sister was soaking up rays. I pulled the curtain away and peered out at her. She was sitting up in her seat a little, giving me another great view of her breasts. Her behavior was strange, however. She seemed to be looking around for something. Was she looking for me? Was she hoping I would come back out and join her? Not likely. She leaned forward a little as if she were trying to see around the house. She didn't seem to notice me, however.

What happened next I will never forget. She lay back on the lawn chair and closed her eyes. I thought maybe she was just getting comfortable again to enjoy the sun more. Her legs squirmed a little and she spread them apart. My eyes were immediately drawn to her now exposed crotch, barely covered by the bathing suit. Then, the dark-blue color grew darker as the material glistened in the sunlight. Oh my God! She was pissing in her bathing suit, right in front of me. I stared as the wet spot grew. The bathing suit was only able to hold so much and tiny streams of urine spread from the sides and caressed her inner thighs. The towel beneath her soaked up the stream as it fell from between her legs. A few small drops fell underneath the seat and disappeared into the grass.

I took my eyes away from between her legs long enough to see her face. She was smiling and licking her lips, just as I had dreamed. She seemed to be in total ecstasy as she continued her pee in her bathing suit.

"Dude, are you okay in there?" Mike's voice brought me away from the window. I flushed the toilet to make it sound more authentic and splashed some cold water on my face from the sink.

I was never able to look at Shannon again without imagining her deliberate wetting. Eventually, Mike and I drew apart. A few years after, his sister got married and moved out of state. I haven't seen her since, but I always wonder if her husband has been as lucky as me.

When I was fifteen, my parents and I went to visit some friends out of town. My mom's friend, her daughter and I all packed our swimming gear to head for the beach while my mom and stepdad did some shopping. The drive from their house to the beach was about forty-five minutes. I gladly rode in the back seat of the car with the daughter, since I had admired her for several years and always looked forward to visiting.

Halfway to the beach, I noticed that she seemed to be really uncomfortable. I leaned over, concerned. "Are you okay?" She smiled as she answered.

"Yeah, I'm fine." But she started squirming again. "Mom, how much farther?" she asked.

"Uh, about another twenty-five minutes, why?"

"'Cause I kind of have to pee." She managed an embarrassed glance my way as she finally placed her hands in her crotch to hold on.

Her mother did not offer any comfort. "Honey, there's nowhere to stop right now, you know that. You always do this." The girl looked embarrassed again, but continued to hold herself.

"Mom, you've got to find somewhere to stop. I'm seriously going to pee myself if you don't stop." I felt a slight tightness in my swimming trunks as I began to think of her losing control in her perfectly-fit bikini. Then, as if reading my thoughts, her mother shocked me with her next comment.

"Well, you're wearing a bathing suit anyway, so if you have an accident, it's no big deal. Sit on your towel, though. I don't want this car smelling like pee."

"I can't believe you, Mom. I'm not going to piss myself in front of him. Can't you just pull over somewhere and let me pee behind a dumpster or something?" Her mother did not concede, arguing that we needed to beat the beach traffic.

As she squirmed, I wondered if there was anything I could do to comfort her. "You know," I whispered, "I really don't mind, if you need to go." Then, after another spark of courage, "I wet myself in my swimming trunks all the time, sometimes before I even get in the water. And I know some girls who pee in their bathing suits, in the water and outside the water." This was all true. One of my earliest "experiences" had been while watching my best friend's older sister piss her bathing suit while tanning in his front yard. Oops was all she said and then she winked at me. I remember having a wet dream about her that night.

"You promise you won't think I'm gross?" she asked.

"Why would I think you're gross? I just told you I do it all the time."

She leaned over to me to whisper something. "So do I. My mom just thinks I have a bladder problem, but I do it on purpose all the time. I really didn't want to wet in front of you, but since you're cool with it." She lifted her bottom and slid her beach towel under her. "I'm sorry, Mom, I can't hold it anymore." Her mom shook her head as her daughter spread her legs, closed her eyes, and an audible hissing rose above the sounds of the car. It started right away as a steady stream that darkened the crotch of her bikini and the beach towel very quickly. Some of the wetness spread out the sides of her bikini bottoms and fell from her upper thighs. She was literally bursting as the wetness covered her entire bottom. "Oh, man, that's much better. Oh, that feels so good." The wetness faded a little and I watched, amused and excited, as a teeny trickle fell from the center of her bikini bottoms, from that area where I knew all of her secrets were held, and then the trickle disappeared.

She smiled at me and held a finger to her lips. Sssshhhhh she whispered. I knew what she meant. I also knew that would not be the last time I get to see her wet herself.

I posted this story a while back in another forum. I hope it is okay to repost it here.

Lauren heard the ten minute call as she leaned forward to look more closely at herself in the mirror. She applied the last touch of makeup under her eyes and stood up. She was alone in her dressing room, which is the way it always was. The room wouldn't have fit anyone else. It was about the size of an office cubicle with a small vanity, a stool, a sink in the corner, some empty crates, and a clothes rack where her costumes hung.

Six costume changes in one show, not including the one she was wearing now. At rehearsal yesterday, she had barely made it to the stage in time for her cue after each change. And the show was a long one, just a little over three hours, with only one intermission in between.

The good news was Lauren had experience with both long shows and quick costume changes. She had perfected the art of rushing backstage as soon as her scene was over, closing the door behind her, and yanking off her costume to quickly replace it with another. She had also perfected something else that some actresses learned the hard way: how to take a bathroom break.

Lauren's strategy? She didn't.

The five minute call came and as she watched herself in the mirror, she sighed. Better empty my bladder now, she thought. She relaxed as a warm trickle of pee cascaded down her legs to the wooden floor at her feet. A shiver of pleasure swept through her as she completely let go. She giggled and held up her left foot, watching the clear droplets drip from her toes. When she was finished, she sighed again, wiped her legs dry with a cloth, and walked out the door into the hallway that lead to the stage.

On stage, she recited her lines with grace and virtue, playing a young woman forced to marry a man much older than her because he was rich. Lauren thought the play was crap, really, old-fashioned and schmaltzy. But she craved any kind of stage experience and the leading man, Geoff, was really good looking. Lauren didn't know if she had a shot, but doing the show was a good way to get his attention. She wasn't performing for the audience. She was performing for him.

When her scene ended, Lauren rushed to her room. The stage manager handed her a bottle of water and gave her a thumbs up as she walked by. Lauren smiled and shut the door behind her. She twisted the cap on the bottle, took a big swig, set it on the vanity, and started pulling her dress over her head. Since all the dresses for her character were modest and extended almost to her ankles, Lauren wasn't wearing panties under them. This would make the next few scenes and costume changes much easier. She pulled the next dress over her head, adjusted the sleeves, and double-checked her hair and makeup in the mirror. After the knock at her door, she yanked it open and rushed back into the hall.

The next scene was her favorite, a scene with her and Geoff where they hold hands for the first time. In the play, her character is supposed to be uninterested. Lauren had to really channel her acting skills to fake this one. As the scene almost ended, Geoff pulled her close to him and she couldn't hide a gasp. He was a strapping man and she felt his muscles as he hugged her. She also felt the familiar twinge in her bladder. She held on, though, until the scene ended.

Lauren walked backstage again, smiling at Geoff as she did. "Good job," he said and winked at her. What was that? Was that flirting? Lauren didn't have time to find out as another wave hit her bladder.

Lauren shut her door, leaned her back against it, and sighed, emptying her bladder. Once again, her warm pee sprayed against her inner thighs and flowed down her legs. Lauren wasn't sure if it was the wetting or her most recent experience with Geoff, but she felt another tingle between her legs. She gasped as the spray of her pee caressed her vagina and lightly tickled her clitoris.

The knock at the door came just in time as Lauren's flow stopped. She tugged her dress off and grabbed the next one, sliding it over her head, checking her makeup and hair, then stepping out the door and back down the hallway.

For the next few scenes, Lauren did not pee during her costume changes. As the final scene started, though, she felt another twinge. The play was almost over as her character and Geoff's character are finally having a moment that might have been considered true romance. They were originally supposed to kiss, but the director changed the ending because he felt Lauren's character still wouldn't be ready for that. Lauren felt that it was because the director was gay and had a thing for Geoff.

When the scene finally ended and the curtains closed, Lauren stood up and the pressure in her bladder grew. She winced, but was still able to hold on. The stage manager was trying to gather up all of the cast members for curtain call. It took way too long, but finally everyone was on stage. The curtains opened and just as they had rehearsed, the cast walked forward sparsely in small groups and bowed. Lauren felt another wave of pressure and she gasped as she couldn't keep a few drops from squirting out. Hurry up, hurry up. It finally came to her and Geoff. He took her hand and they walked to the front to bow as the crowd's cheers grew. Bowing was agony as another wave struck and Lauren felt a warm trickle start down her left leg.

When the curtains finally closed, Lauren rushed back to her room, feeling little warm drops escaping down her legs. She closed the door behind her and was just about to let go when someone knocked on her door. She squeezed her legs together and opened the door.

When she did, Geoff stepped in, took her in his arms, and kissed her. She didn't stop him, but relaxed and opened her mouth to allow a more deep, passionate kiss. She also just let go of her bladder. The warmth of her pee mixed with the taste of Geoff's soft lips made Lauren want to melt. He finally broke the kiss at the sound of Lauren's pee dripping to the floor. Lauren did not open her eyes as she sighed and peed full force. She had to pee so bad that it hissed out of her loudly and soaked the front of her dress. She waited for Geoff to say push her away in disgust or run out of the dressing room and tell everyone.

"My god, that's hot," he said. Lauren opened her eyes and smiled at him. Geoff pulled her dress up, exposing her pantiless crotch. Lauren grabbed at his pants, unzipped them, and reached in. She could feel his swollen penis and she easily took it out. As if already prepared, Geoff pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to Lauren. She slid it over his growing penis and laughed when it twitched at her touch. She grabbed it again and guided it between her legs. Standing right there in the middle of her dressing room, he slipped into her and she gasped as they thrust their bodies together, both of them panting. After only minutes, Lauren's moans grew to cries and she felt her knees buckle. Geoff held her steady, though, as she climaxed, gasping and crying out. Geoff started to slip out of her, but Lauren squeezed her thighs a little and held him there. He finally groaned and climaxed, grabbing Lauren's buttocks and pulling her even closer to him.

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"I have to pee again," Laren said. He was still inside of her as they continued to gently buck their hips together.

"Go ahead," he said. "These aren't my clothes." They both laughed. Lauren let go. She gasped at the new sensation as her pee sprayed against his cock and swirled around in her vagina before dripping noisily and messily down her thighs and to the floor. This feeling reawakened her lust and she started moving her hips again as she continued to pee. "Ohh, wow," Geoff said. She could hear quiet splashes between their crotches as she continued to thrust against him. She climaxed again and this time allowed herself to sink deeply into Geoff's arms as the last of her pee trickled out of her.

"You should have told me a long time ago how you felt about me," Lauren said.

"You should have told me a long time ago that you come in here and wet yourself in between scenes." He winked at her and they both laughed again.

My first submission for the new board. Hope you like it. :O_o:

When Dara woke up, her first instinct was to crawl out of bed and make the journey to the bathroom across the hall. Her bladder was announcing its morning need and the pressure was enough that her stomach ached. She blinked and as her eyes adjusted to the early morning, she remembered where she was.

This was the first morning in her new apartment. She had finally moved out of her parents' home and bought her own place. It wasn't much, a one bedroom loft located in town, but it was hers. Well, it would be once all the payments were complete and the bank said it was hers.

Dara sat up in her bed and looked at her bedroom door with a lazy morning stare. I don't want to get up, she thought. But her bladder was again nagging at her as the pressure grew. As she sat there, she thought about all the times she had woken up at home with similar needs to pee and of course rushed down the hall to her bathroom to avoid an accident that might ruin her bed or the carpet. Her mom wouldn't have been too pleased to find pee stains in her room.

A few times, though, Dara wondered what it would feel like to just let her pee go in her bed, or what it would have been like to spray her pee all over her bedroom floor. She didn't dare, but she wondered.

But this place was hers. The bed was hers. If she soiled the carpet, she would be responsible for the cleanup.

Another twinge in her bladder and Dara felt a small spurt travel to her urethra. She squeezed her legs together, still sitting up in her bed, looking curiously around the room. Dara was no stranger to pee desperation, though. One of her friends had once dared her to hold it as long as she could while they shopped around at the mall. After a few hours, she had to rush to the nearest mall bathroom, which wasn't close, and ended up just lifting her skirt, sitting on the toilet, and peeing through her panties. Her friend laughed the entire time.

This experience set off an occasional habit for Dara. Even though she didn't dare ruin her bed or carpet, Dara had on occasion held her pee as long as she could and then rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet still wearing her panties, enjoying the relaxing warmth in her crotch.

Another strong wave of pressure and Dara knew her answer. Still sitting up in her bed, Dara pulled the covers away so she could watch. She raised up a bit and pulled her nightgown away until her bare bottom was touching the soft sheets. In spite of the pressure, Dara wanted to challenge her bladder to its limits. She reached a hand between her legs and held on.

She remembered another time when she had actually had a real accident. It was the day after her eighteenth birthday and a group of her friends had taken her to a surprise party. Of course there was alcohol, but it was agreed that everyone who was drinking was crashing there overnight. Dara had gotten pretty tipsy and at one point she was dancing and her need to pee just hit her all over a sudden. All she could do was say, "Oh, oh no, I'm peeing." She laughed and luckily all of her friends laughed. The girl hosting the party gave Dara a pair of her own panties to change into and the night went on.

Now Dara was feeling waves of pressure that threatened to break the measly dam she had built with her fingers. Each wave brought with it tiny trickles that she could feel against her palm. As she held herself, Dara could not ignore how amazing it felt to be touching herself. Still a virgin, Dara had frequently pleasured herself and always quietly and secretly in fear that her parents would hear. As she held her hand between her legs now, though, she knew she didn't have to be secretive or quiet.

This was her place, after all.

Dara started gently rubbing her vagina with her fingertips as she still continued to hold back her pee. Another wave came and she shuddered at the combined feeling of being desperate and being turned on. She finally couldn't stand the pressure anymore and gasped as a strong surge of pee soaked her fingers. She stroked her vagina harder as her warm pee sprayed out, splashing against her thighs and creating a puddle between her legs. Dara could not hold back her cries and moans and didn't want to as her excitement built to an orgasm. She arched her back, still peeing full force, feeling the delicious warmth of it soaking under her bottom as it trickled loudly and pooled at her crotch. She didn't stifle her scream as she climaxed and slumped back into her bed. When she stopped rubbing she was still peeing. She took her hand away just let let rest trickle out of her, sighing at the relaxing and surprising comfort of the warm puddle under her.

When she finally finished, Dara took another lazy look at her bedroom door. She didn't have anywhere to go. No alarm was set for her. She could lay in bed all day if she wanted.

This was her place, after all.