Rikki Bare

Very many thanks Gledenwetgoose. You have stopped me being lazy and just posting an old less good story. It will take a few days to post my original Fountains Hotel story as I am re-writing it to include the extensive peeing bits I had censored out for the old insecure wetlookstories.eu site. I won't be using that site any more. Rikki

Sorry moderator, I will re-post the stories here. They have nothing that is objectionable to peefans although there is very little peeing there. Rikki

Preface. This story is set in Fountains Hotel, a fantasy establishment on the fictional island of San Marie. [Content here removed - explanation below] Enjoy Rikki Bare A Very Wet Holiday The family:- Jane Seymour, age 18 - Sue Seymour, her elder sister, age 20 - Mary Robinson nee Seymour – aunt to Jane and Sue, age 43 - David Robinson, Mary’s husband, age 42 - Mark, Sue’s lover age 21. Jane introduced the Seymour family to wetlook when she swam fully clothed in the river Dart in Devon England on a baking hot day the previous summer. She pulled

I’m Rikki and I attended human sexuality 101, unofficially to find out how the teachind had changed in the 20 years since I was an undergraduate at this university. I dressed in a smart cream linen suit and a dark shirt and white tie. I sat in the front row to get a good view of the teaching as I had heard there were to be practical demonstrations. I was already extremely aroused and my penis was tenting my pants through my loose boxer shorts. While Holly was making the first puddle on the carpet a gorgeous young blond woman wearing a low cut long green satin dress which was slashed

Hi Pp, Yes I ve read the whole story loved it all. I would want to pee wet my skirt in public so it really shows. I've done it in jeans but never in a skirt. Love rikki 🥰

Paulypeeps, You have exceeded yourself reaching new heights of naughty here, and I loved it. I would so love to be Colleen. Wearing skirts commando and with two girls and their mother to fuck. Peeing in a skirt without trying to keep it dry would be great. The only thing I would want to change would be to choose colours where the pee would really stain and watching the 'tide mark' develop as my pee dries. I would then re-wet it for and even better pattern. I am such an exhibitionist! Lots of love Rikki

Thank you guys. I have the next short chapter nearly finished and the rest mapped out but I have little time for writing so you may need to wait a while. Rikki

This story contains clothes pissing indoors, in the car and in public. Also sexual behaviour. By Rikki Bare Part one Julie I soaked my clothes with piss whilst sitting at my computer desk, when my best friend Sandra rang to invite me to come away for the weekend. This might seem an odd thing to do, so let me explain. I’m Julie, and for a living I write technical manuals. I work from home 90% of the time so I don’t see people in the flesh most days. My home office is right at the top of my tall London town house and the toilet is three floors down. I work intensively on my c

Exactly my thing for years. Often in black pants but challenging myself in pee obvious pants. My favourite is pale blue skinny jeans. I never ever wear 'protection'.

Great as ever Paulypeeps

Short Story: "Did you hear that David was banned for peeing in the swimming pool?" "But everybody pees in the pool!" "Not from the high Board." I myself always pee in the pool or shower. Have done all my long life. Rickie

Hi Paulypeeps, Straight in there then. I'm not at home to Real life! Idea certainly has possibilities and much better than any I've had. Wetly Rikki

My adventure today, Bank Holiday Monday 3rd May 1999 Contains exhibitionist clothes wetting True story written 24 years ago especially for my online friend Pp-Panties Rikki Bare In my quest for WS kicks today I decided to go for a stroll along the cliff top. Now this is a place I've visited many times before normally wearing black pants or shorts. Or arranging that my denim shorts are concealed by a very long T-shirt. The path is about two miles long. In some paces it divides and there are passing places about 10 feet apart. In others there is just a very narrow strip betwe

Warning story includes harm to public transport and potential discomfort to others. Not something I approve of but still fantasise about. This short story was inspired by the sensation of accidentally sitting my dry butt on a hot, piss wet, towel. I had just soaked it earlier sitting at my computer but had been called away and had to get changed into dry pants to go see someone. On returning I resumed my seat still wearing my dry clothes. It is pure fiction. Enjoy, Rikki I sometimes work a day in London coming home by train in the 'rush hour'. This usually involves standing for

Warning this story contains explicit gay sex in addition to the material in earlier stories. Enjoy or avoid. Rikki This story recounts the events of the day after Julie and I first got together with Frank and Anna. We met in the Cashba Club and they returned with us to Julie’s flat for a night’s wet sex. The story of that evening is told in Julie 8: Club Friends. Dickie: December 1997. We sat naked around the breakfast table; Frank, Anna, Julie and myself. Naked because we had just spent the night all together in Julie’s big bed and had showered as a foursome soaping each other

Pushing Back the Frontiers. (Julie 9) This story recounts the events of the day after Julie and I first got together with Frank and Anna. We met in the Cashba Club and they returned with us to Julie’s flat for a night’s wet sex. The story of that evening is told in Julie 8: Club Friends. Dickie: December 1997. We sat naked around the breakfast table; Frank, Anna, Julie and myself. Naked because we had just spent the night all together in Julie’s big bed and had showered as a foursome soaping each other all over lovingly. With such intimacy still hanging around there was no need

For as many years as I can remember I have enjoyed all things watery. My early water fantasies mainly turned around going bathing fully dressed and I remember a dream, or daydream I’m unsure which, where it was normal to plunge in a pool after getting dressed to go out so that my clothes were properly wet. I’m not sure how old I was at the time, not more than ten I think as the outfit involved was a ‘short pants’ suit. I would also deliberately piss in my pyjamas before a morning bath and then get in the bath still wearing them. Other memories centre around embarrassing incidents, accidenta

Warning this story contains explicit gay sex in addition to the material in earlier stories. Enjoy or avoid. Rikki When we returned to the club six months later (See Julie 4 Clubbing) the management didn't seem to remember us and we got in OK. After we had been there about an hour the young couple we had passed on the stairs came over to us. "Remember us? We passed on the stairs, and we were just wondering if you had pissed yourselves yet tonight?" the woman asked with a friendly grin. I was a bit scared to receive such a bold question, but Julie said "Not yet"; all matter of fa

Julie 7: Tricked Julie’s return match came two weeks after our trip to London and was an elaborate affair which nearly gave me a heart attack. We were invited to an ‘al-fresco’ meal in the garden of her boss. These people were, she said, a bit straight but had to be tolerated for reasons of her career. It was a sunny Sunday lunchtime and a magnificent meal was laid out in an alcove on a broad terrace. To do Julie justice I was dressed up in my light cotton suit, blue shirt, silk necktie, the lot. Julie was looking unusually respectable in pale blue jeans and a pretty frilly blouse. H

Julie 6 London After the weird experience of wetting myself in broad daylight in the centre of my home town and being seen by literally hundreds of people I was on the one hand very fearful and shaken and on the other so turned on that I had to have another fix, and soon. (See Julie 3 our public hold it contest) One day a few months later the opportunity presented itself and this is how it happened. Julie had to make a presentation to a posh client in London and I took a day off and arranged to meet her afterwards so that we could see some sights. We were to travel up on different t

Julie 5: The Visitor This is the fifth story in my Julie saga and this one is all completely new. Once again it is all fiction and all written by me as Julie is a figment of my imagination. She wanted to tell some of how she felt so I let her add a little bit at the end. She will have another story to herself soon; I promise. Besides watersports the story contains explicit sex scenes involving three people; MF,FF and FMF. Enjoy or avoid. Dickie: August 1997 JULIE 5: THE VISITOR I'd been away for a few a few days on business. We had arranged to have a meal at home when

Contains a couple deliberately pissing their clothes in a nightclub Julie 4: Clubbing. This story is written a bit differently from the first two in that it is told from Julie’s viewpoint. When I first invented Julie I, naturally, did so from my point of view; now she has achieved a life of her own and it’s time that her voice was heard. She views things rather differently from me as you might expect. Rikkie Bare Julie's story told by herself: " In some ways my early history is similar to Dickie’s; as he told in 'The Beginning'. I have spent years as a private cl

Julie 3: The Public Hold-it Contest Shortly after our escapade on the beach another Saturday dawned fine and hot. We could not go straight to the beach as I wanted a new HI-FI and had planned to try some that day. Julie also fancied going round the shops; and, despite the pile, we had bought last time, we kept running out of clean dry towels. We were up early and had a good breakfast, including a large jug of strong coffee, still naked. Julie lead the way to get dressed but instead of entering the bathroom she reached inside, removed the key from the door and locked it on the outside.

Julie 2: Sun, Sea, Sex and Piss. This is the second story in my Julie series. It develops the theme from Julie One and introduces several new ideas. The main themes are our joint exhibitionist urges and our fear of indulging them; and the pleasure we get from being wet and seeing others wet with water as well as with piss. After our first terrific wet session Julie and I had compared notes. I found out that she had been wetting herself since she was fifteen and she told me the stories of some of her adventures, making me jealous of the way she could get away with a lot more when wear

Introduction This story is about a couple who discover they share a mutual liking for pissing in their clothing and on each other. It is the first of ten stories written during the 1990’s. As the series develops they become ever more exhibitionist. It is fiction and UK based. Language, and clothing styles will seem out of date to today’s readers. Julie 1: Mutual Discovery. For years wet pants were a private pleasure but a short while ago I had the great fortune to find a woman who is as crazy a piss artist as I am. Some time after we started going together I admitted, in a warm