SlickGracey

Its interesting how many girls like wetting themselves.Vikka,who sadly seems to have left us,made a lifestyle around it.With us guys it just feels all wet and nasty,but i guess for girls,its a more general warm sensation..

No need to guess, I will certainly confirm it. And I never had the pleasure of communicating with Vikka, but she isn't the only woman to shape her lifestyle around intentional wetting.

I always have a thrill when I use the ladies' room, too. When I take the panties out of my purse, slip them on under my skirt, and wet-up all my most sensitive parts, it drives me wild to think about the ladies in stalls next to me. They have no idea what I'm doing, and if they did... I wonder how they'd react!

What an awesome story, thats a million to one meeting but i am glad that you got that one in a million. Does your husband get any benefit from your liaison with your gf or is that totally separate and if so is he totally happy with it ???? Just curious ?????

Alice is a lesbian, so she has no desire to have sex with my husband. And yeah, my hubby admitted he would certainly get in there if he had a chance, but he respects the preference. He also respects my need for a lady in my sex life. They actually get along pretty well and are good friends. Thank goodness for that!

The topic has come up to me about my girlfriend Alice, who's been in a couple of my stories, and how exactly I met her. Well, it's a sexy pee story, so why not tell it?

It was about 8 or so years ago; I had just gotten married and was taking college courses to contribute towards my future as a nurse. At the beginning of the new semester, I took a psychology class, among others. On the very first day, as per usual, people from all walks of life make their way into the room... and then, she arrived. Alice sauntered into the room, and she immediately made an impression on me!

Alice is a good foot taller than me, has a toned slender physique, long raven black hair, and eyes that pierce the air like daggers. I could tell right away she was kind of a hippie chick; she wore a long billowy skirt and a loose top clearly without a bra. She has a B-cup bust, so that isn't surprising. I noted right away just how strikingly beautiful she was... but I had no way of telling if she was into girls or not. So I played it cool. She locked eyes with me for a brief instant, and found a seat for the class.

Of course, as the class went on, I felt the familiar urge for a pee. I managed to wait until the class finished for the day, and then made my way to the ladies' room. No one was in there at the moment; perfect! I went into a stall and closed the door behind me, then set my book-bag & purse on the stall hooks. I pulled out a pair of panties from my purse and slipped them on under my skirt. Hovering over the toilet bowl, I just started to relax my bladder when I heard the ladies' room door open.

Now, I wasn't worried at first, because I was in a stall. All the other person would hear is pee splashing in the toilet. My fetish would stay secret. But as my muscles relaxed and I felt my pee coming, I suddenly realized I made a crucial mistake. I forgot to actually latch the stall door! The door flew open, and as my pee filled my panties, moistening all my most sensitive places, I looked right up into the face of Alice.

She didn't look under the door to see my feet, and I must have been quiet enough for her to think there was no one inside. Naturally, her eyes were fixated on my rapidly moistening panties. It's not like I could have stopped peeing at that point. I was just speechless; all I could have hoped for was that she didn't scream & make a scene. She stammered for a bit and let out a weak "Uh... sorry." She closed the door again and immediately left the ladies' room.

I was quite embarrassed. I wasn't ashamed of my fetish, it's just... that wasn't the first impression I wanted to make. I quickly finished my wetting, removed and stashed my panties, and cleaned up. When I walked out of the ladies' room, I noticed Alice hovering around the nearby building exit, looking right at me. As soon as I came out, she scuttled out the door. Great; I think I freaked her out. I was already tossing out the ideas of future flirting.

To my utter shock, the next time our mutual class met, Alice came in and immediately sat next to me! Unexpected, to say the least. She situated herself in her seat with her things, and turned right to me, extending her hand. "Hi, I'm Alice!"

Keep calm & carry on, as the British say. I took her hand. "I'm Grace, nice to meet you."

She didn't miss a beat. "I hope you don't mind; I didn't really get to know anyone in the last session, and it's always helpful to have a conversation buddy, right?"

"Uh, right!" She made a good point. After that class, we actually spent the next hour or so in the lobby getting to know each other a bit. Alice was simply taking the class to get to know the human creature a little better. A little sinister, but very cool. She was my age, and liked video games & fantasy & sci-fi, just like I did. And, she also let slip that she was a solid lesbian! I thought that I might just have a chance after all, if it weren't for the fact she caught me blatantly wetting myself in a public restroom. Funnily enough, that didn't come up in the conversation.

The next time we met in class, it carried on as usual. After class, Alice & I were packing our things up, getting ready to leave. As the last person walked out of the room, Alice looked right at me and asked, "So um... how come you don't wear underwear?"

I suddenly froze up. "What do you mean?"

Again, no delay in her response. "Well, I notice you wear a bra. One would have to, if they were as gifted as you."

"Heh, thanks." I blushed pretty hard. She just complimented my breasts. That was a good start.

"But," she continued, "I've seen you a total of 3 times, and all 3 times in a row, you've worn skirts."

"I happen to like skirts."

"Yeah, but after I saw you in the ladies' room that one time, you came out really quickly. And you weren't walking like you were wearing a pair of wet underwear, your legs were snug together. I assumed that if you took them off, you don't have an issue with going commando. And since you wear skirts all the time, I figure you go commando all the time too."

I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. This girl just psycho-analyzed me to my face, asking me a very personal question, and what's more; she didn't really seem fazed about my wetting! I wanted to know more; I just had to play along. Her assertiveness was making me a little wet. "Yeah, that's pretty spot on. You're very observant."

She laughed. "Thanks! I try to be. Sherlock Holmes is pretty much my hero."

"I can tell!" I laughed with her, and we walked out of the room. "But yes, if you don't mind me saying, I go commando nearly all the time."

"All the time? Even when..."

"...I did say nearly."

"Ah, right." Not much needed to be said about that. "Wanna go get coffee?"

She said the magic words. "You bet!" With that, we went to our respective cars and met at the local Starbucks.

We got our drinks and sat down together. I made sure to get a seat far away from other people in the restaurant, in case our conversation got a little private. At first, we were just chatting about random things, until she finally returned to the important subject at hand. "You know, you never did answer my question. Why do you go commando?"

She obviously wasn't freaked out; she was taking the initiative here. Time to be forthcoming. "Well, it's not a hygiene or laundry thing... it's more an arousal thing. I'm just really in touch with my sexuality."

"Really? That's it?" She seemed surprised I didn't try to make up some silly reasoning. "That actually sounds pretty cool. Pretty... sexy. I wish I had the guts to live that way."

I was blown away by how easy she was taking this. I decided to bump it up a notch and see how far I could get. "Oh, it's way easier than you think. It takes a little courage, yes, but when you realize what you can get away with, it's as easy as riding a bike."

"I bet." She paused for a moment. "You're doing it now, aren't you?"

"Yep." My pussy tingled. I thought to myself, come on Alice, ask away. I know you're dying to.

"And what about in the ladies' room? What was that for?"

YES! OK, don't hesitate, just let it out. "What do you mean? Nature called."

"Oh, so you just naturally do things backwards?" We both laughed at that. "Is that also an arousal thing?"

"You bet it is. I actively try not to pee unless I'm covered up in some way." I playfully took a sip of my drink. "Grossed out yet?"

"Well... it is a little weird. What does that feel like?"

"Haven't you ever wet yourself?"

"Yeah, I suppose. When I was a little girl, and I couldn't help it. But on purpose?"

I was making some serious ground here. "Try not to think of it as just the pee. Think of it as warm, soft liquid suddenly surrounding all your sensitive parts at once."

Alice blushed. She pursed her lips a little as the thoughts rushed around in her head. "I see..."

"I didn't mean to scare you back then. I just forgot to lock the door."

"Oh, you didn't scare me, I just..." She was visibly searching for the words. "I... kinda would like to try it."

My heart jumped. "Well, OK! That's great! You could do it right now, if you want." I pointed towards the ladies' room. "Let me know what you think, yeah?"

She shook her head. "Uh-uh, not by myself. Show me how you do it." With that, she grasped my hand and squeezed a little. Let me tell you something; sparks flew. My heart was going a mile a minute.

"Oh, sure thing... you want to do it now, or wait 'til later?"

"Right now. This coffee's gone right through me." She immediately stood up and grabbed her purse.

"You got it." I stood up and grabbed my purse too, heading towards the exit.

"Oh, we're leaving?"

"If you want do it like I do, you have to be able to do it anywhere." Instead of walking to our cars, we walked around behind the building, where there was a heavy patch of woods. I knew of a walking path back there. We walked until we were out of view of the Starbucks, and then I motioned to a large tree off the path. "Behind here."

Alice followed me off the path and behind the tree. "This is fun. You do this every time?"

"No, just when I need some special privacy. And I think we're gonna." She laughed. Everything I was saying & doing wasn't repulsing her, it was attracting her! I couldn't believe how lucky I was.

"So, what do we do first?" She put her purse down on the ground.

I put my purse down, and squatted down. "Do like me. Squat down close to the ground, and lift up your skirt." I scrunched up my skirt, revealing my bare shaven crotch.

She blushed when she saw my lady-bits on full display. "OK..." She did the same as me, squatting down and slowly lifting her skirt. I could see the hesitation in her. Eventually she lifted it all the way, revealing her sweet grey cotton panties. "You sure no one can see us?"

"Don't worry hon, there's no one around. Whenever you're ready, just let it go."

"But, don't you need to go, too?" She pointed at my exposed pussy. Obviously she was not objecting to seeing it.

"Yeah, but I'll worry about that in a minute. Let's see what you do, first."

She giggled. "Yeah, OK. I'll try." She looked off to the side, obviously trying to relax her pelvic muscles. "Feels kinda funny, doing this with something still on."

I sort of hopped over closer, still squatting. "I know. It's all in the mind. Just try to ignore it."

With that, she smiled wide and closed her eyes. I could tell she was bearing down now. Apparently she really wanted to wet herself! After a quiet moment, a dark spot started forming on her panties. She let out a shiver and a little moan.

I couldn't be prouder. "So, how does that feel?"

"Ahh... you were right."

"In what?"

"In everything! One, it's way easier than I thought, and two... it feels SO damn GOOD."

"Glad to hear it! Now, I think I'll join you." I moved my hand towards my purse, when all of a sudden I heard footsteps. Someone was coming up the path.

Both Alice & I looked at each other with panicked gazes. She started to stand up but I shook my head rapidly and she stayed squatting. I knew from experience; any more sound and we would be spotted. As long as we just stayed quiet, whoever was walking by would just carry on without noticing us. Of course, by this time I was bursting for a pee. Here I am, without a covering, and I can't move. What a predicament.

At least, it would have been, if it weren't for my amazing Alice. I felt her soft hand reach over and completely cover my exposed crotch. She was palming my pussy, making sure there was no space in-between her hand and my bits. I'm certain she could feel how wet I was. I looked up at her in silence, and she was just smiling at me, with a finger over her lips. Her eyes shut, and her chest heaved, and she started wetting again. This time, it wasn't just short bursts, it was a full-on flood. She was learning to let go!

I took her actions as a sure sign. I shut my eyes and let go, saturating both her hand & my crotch in warm pee. It felt different, but also the same as wetting myself in a piece of clothing. Alice must have felt something special too, because as we sat there, both wetting ourselves in silence, she leaned down and shoved her tongue in my mouth. We made out like that for quite a while; I think whoever was walking by was long gone at that point.

When we finally separated, we looked at each other knowingly. She was the first one to speak up. "I have a confession to make.

She could have said anything at that point and I wouldn't have cared. "Oh really?"

"Yeah... I've been wanting to kiss you since I first saw you in the classroom."

I was blushing so much I thought my face would explode. "I see... looks like the whole wetting thing wasn't very discouraging."

"Nope. I immediately thought, if she likes it, I might like it."

"And do you?"

"I freakin' LOVE IT." She immediately reached under her long skirt and took off her panties, stuffing them in her purse. I noticed she had a little bit of black hair around her slim crotch. "Ooh... I like this too. Consider me converted!"

I was beaming. We took a look around and stood back up, straightening our skirts. We walked back down to the Starbucks and she popped inside to wash her hands. When she came back out, I asked "So, wanna hang out later?"

"I was hoping you'd ask. I have a lot more questions about all this."

"Well, first things first, we'll have to get rid of that fuzz down there." She laughed, and leaned in to kiss me again. I gave her my address, and told her when to come by. I immediately spoke to my hubby about Alice, and although he pretended to be sad that the possibility of threesomes was out, he was glad I found a girlfriend. He understands the needs of a gal like myself.

The rest is history. As for Alice... well, we're nearly inseparable lovers. Since the beginning, Alice has become a lot more adventurous; more-so than me! I always wonder what wetting method she's going to approach me with next.

I never miss an opportunity to release my pee underwater. If I know I'll be swimming later, I'll hold onto it so I can enjoy all the more lovely warmth & naughtiness. And I never hesitate to let it go, either. I drink a ton of water all the time, so my pee is always as clear-colored as it could possibly be. No one could ever know.

As a matter of fact, it's one of the very few moments I'll pee with a bare crotch. The back-pressure of the water makes me feel like I'm wetting myself, so many times I'll pull aside the strip of fabric I'm forced to wear in public and let it go right into the water. For me, it's a unique sensation.

When I've gone small-boat sailing, I'd sometimes have female crew. They'd often hike far out to kept the keep the boat upright in the wind and waves. Occasionally I'd see them dunk their butt beneath the water. I've long suspected they might be sneaking a quick pee, but, thanks to your explaining, I guess there's more to it than just that.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes. We are out there, my friend. We relish the sensation and will take every opportunity to feel it. :biggrin:

In the nighttime, it's dark and no one is out & about. Perfect for covert activities! We haven't gone yet this Summer, but we're planning on it...

At long last, Summer is upon us. When I have time off from work, I love going outdoors and just basking in the sun, whether it's walking, biking, or swimming. Oh, I do love me some swimming, and I think I've mentioned the reasons on this forum, before.

So this one weekend, Alice & I were relaxing at a local public swimming pool, among many other people. We had both been there for about an hour & a half, and we were winding down after swimming & playing around. (Naturally, we both took a moment to empty our bladders in the water.) I was lying on my back on one of those pool recliners, and Alice was lying on her tummy. All in all, it was a good time.

I was jostled out of almost falling asleep by the sound of a truck pulling up behind me. I turned my head and made a quick look; a truck from the town association had pulled up to the side gate of the pool and was unloading some sort of water processing equipment. The gate happened to be right next to where Alice & I were situated, so I got to watch the folks operate from behind my big 70's sunglasses.

Alice turned over and sat up. "Hmm. Hope nothing's broken."

I patted her on the head jokingly. "Nah, I've seen this happen all the time. They're just doing a little upgrade."

They passed through the gate on the way out and closed it behind them. I was just about to suggest packing up and leaving when I felt Alice tug on my arm sharply.

I was a little concerned. "What's up?"

She leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear. "They left the key to the gate padlock inside."

Sure enough, I looked up to the padlock that kept the side gate shut and the key was still lodged inside. They never leave that thing lying around in the open. "Huh. How in the world did you notice that?"

"I notice everything." She was silent for a few moments, and then whispered again: "I have a frikkin' brilliant idea." She did a quick look around to make sure no one was paying attention, reached up to the padlock and yanked the key out.

I was more than a little surprised. I whispered back: "And what are you gonna do with that thing?"

She stood up and stretched; palming the key in her hand. She then put the skirt & sleeveless top she brought with her back on over her bikini and grabbed her towel. "Chill here for a bit, I'm gonna be right back."

"Uh... OK." I tipped my sunglasses down and looked her right in the eye. "Care to fill me in?"

"Don't worry, I'll be back!" She leaned back down close and whispered again. "And try not to look conspicuous." She gave me a smooch on the cheek and headed towards the pool exit.

What else could I do? She was taking the car, after all. I made myself comfortable again and relaxed. I took a look through the fence surrounding the pool at her car and saw her inside, smiling back at me and waving her bikini bottoms in the air. That made me laugh. I cracked open "A Song of Ice & Fire" and just waited. Not once did someone come looking for the key.

About half an hour later Alice came back into the pool and lied back down onto the recliner next to me. She was grinning from ear to ear. "Did anyone come back for the key?"

"Nope. I've just been sitting here reading. Are you gonna tell me where you went?"

"Patience!" She did another look around the pool, and reached back up to the padlock, jamming the key back in. Not a soul saw her do it. "OK... wanna leave now?"

I nodded and got myself together. I put on the skirt & t-shirt I had in a bag and stood up, heading towards the exit. When we got into the car, I slipped off my bikini bottoms and buckled myself in. "OK, spill it, you. What are you up to?"

Alice cheered out loud and pulled something out of the glove compartment. In her hand was another key. "Check it out; our very own copy of the gate key!"

I was dumbstruck. "You went and got a copy made?! Why would you do-" And then it hit me. Now that we could open the gate whenever we wanted, we could come here when no one was around and have some real fun.

Alice was watching me as I figured it out. "Yeah... you getting it now?"

"You're a genius. You're an evil genius and I love you." I gave her a deep tongue-kiss, and she laughed as we pulled out of the parking lot.

Alice & I went back to the pool that night. Instead of driving, we met up and walked there, since my house isn't too far away. It was very late; almost midnight. Nothing but the sound of crickets filled the air. It was still very warm out, but occasionally a cool breeze would blow by. We'd squeal every time the breezes hit our lady bits under our skirts.

When we got to the pool, we looked around to see if there were any cars parked; none. We slunk up to the side gate and Alice tried getting the key into the padlock. "Come on... augh! I can barely see the hole."

"What's the hurry?" I asked.

"I've really gotta go! I've been holding my pee most of the way here and I didn't bring any panties!"

I laughed out loud. "Well who's fault is that?"

"OK smart-ass, did you?!"

"Eh, nope. I knew where we were going."

"Exactly! I just can't find-" A clicking sound interrupted her. "Ah, there we go!" The gate swung open as she manipulated the padlock.

"I can't believe we're doing this. This is kinda breaking the law." I started to sweat a little.

"I know; isn't it exciting?!"

"It certainly is." My heart was pounding, but I was also slick at my crotch. We both walked in and Alice shut & locked the gate behind us. The pool was all ours.

"OK, I can't wait anymore!" Alice threw off her clothes & sandals, baring all to the world. I saw her slender figure scuttle to the side of the pool, where one of those exit ladders are mounted. She backed up towards it and grasped the metal rails, using them to hold herself up as she crouched down low, dunking her butt under the surface of the water. "Whew! That was close."

I giggled a little at her and slipped my clothes & sandals off. I didn't bring a bra; my nipples were stabbing the air with excitement. "So, how's the water?"

She smiled up at me. "Two things. One, it's no more chillier than it usually is before we get used to it."

I walked over and sat on the edge of the pool next to her, sticking my feet in the water. "That's good. And two?"

"And two... ahh... it's getting warmer."

A familiar sensation of warmth started to surround my feet. "Ah yes, I can tell!" I leaned down towards her and stuck my arm in the water, reaching under her butt and playing with her bits as she peed. I could feel the warm jet stream she was making in the water.

"Whoo!" She hopped out of the water as I started to play with her. "You sneak!"

"What; didn't expect that?" I can be such an ass.

Alice trotted off to the shallow end of the pool where there are stairs for folks to ease themselves into the water. She started slowly taking steps down. "Well, not yet anyway. And I didn't finish peeing!"

We both laughed out loud. I followed her to the steps and started to descend; the water was cool, but not terribly frigid. The heat of the day & night were helping to keep it at a steady temperature. As I submerged my body, it started to sink in; we were skinny-dipping in a public pool. And it was so thrilling!

I was relishing the feeling of swimming fully-nude when Alice attached herself to my back, wrapping her legs around me and groping my breasts with her hands. We giggled and she rode me around for a bit.

Finally she spoke up again. "Isn't this just the best thing ever?!"

"Hell yeah it is!" I admit, I was really loving it, despite the legality. I was very turned on and Alice groping me was only making it better.

Suddenly, I felt a hot sensation on my lower back. "Ahh, there we go... that feels so good." Alice was finishing her pee while clinging to me!

She was setting me on fire. "Hon, you are really turning me on here." I reached down and started to play with myself under the water, and then I felt that familiar urge. "And now I've gotta pee, too."

"Well, great!" She hopped off me and circled around, staring me right in the eye. "Good thing no one else is here, eh?" She pushed me backwards up against a side wall of the pool and stuck her tongue in my mouth. As we made out I took her hand and put it between my legs. She started to play with my pussy, but I gave a push and started to pee. That warm sensation surrounding my crotch combined with her feisty fingers was absolutely lovely. "Oh yeah babe, let it all out", she cooed.

I certainly did. As my bladder emptied into the water, Alice didn't stop playing with me. We spent the next half hour or so playing and sexing each other, and then discreetly left. As far as we know, no one figured it out. We still have that key copy, and we intend on going back and filling that pool with more of our pee & girl goo. I'm not saying I recommend doing what we did and, y'know, breaking the law. But... it was awesome!!!

Since peeing underwater seems to be a popular topic here, allow me to share an experience of my own...

If you haven't seen me mention it before, I'm a big believer in no underwear. Or, to word it better, nothing covering my crotch. Call me a rebellious hippie if you want, but it just makes for a much happier me. I love the odd cool breeze against my lady-bits, not to mention how convenient the easy-access is! My wardrobe is full of skirts of all types & lengths, and there are only one or two reasons I'll ever put on underwear or pants.

One of those reasons is to go swimming. In the Spring & Summer, I go swimming all the time. It's my exercise of choice! What else can one do that works out their entire body just by moving around? (I mean... besides sex) And I am a regular fish in water. To me, swimming is almost like flying. I always get such a big kick out of it. Sadly though, it's something that always forces me to cover my crotch. People tend to frown when you display your nudities in front of their kids.

But that's OK. I've found ways around that. There have been many times I've gone to the beach, waded into the water and tied my bottoms around my knee. Who's gonna notice that in the murky sea water?

Sorry, I'm getting a little tangential here. Anyway...

There was this one time a few summers ago, I went to my local public swimming pool for my exercise time. However, this time was a little different. I was friggin' horny as HELL. My man had started to sex me up when he came home for lunch, (his work-place is really close-by) and he had to leave again before he could bring me off!

I was pretty frustrated, but I figured I would just finish myself off later. I got into my teal green bikini and an oversized tee, and drove to the pool. It was still early Summer, so all the children were still in school. When I arrived, I observed some new parents with their babies in the wading pool, as well as a few sun-bathers & lap-swimmers. Looked like everyone was too preoccupied to pay attention to me.

I set my things down at a pool chair and slipped my tee off. It wasn't very muggy out yet, but the sun was good & hot on my skin, just the way I like it. I slipped into the water of the larger swimming area, away from the lappers, and started casually floating around. When I was certain eyes weren't on me, I even reached under the water and touched myself a bit, which only made me hornier & hornier. A half-hour had passed, and soon I was starting to feel the familiar urge; it was time for a pee.

As I've stated before, I never miss a chance to pee underwater. It's like a special treat for me; I wet myself on a daily basis but I rarely get a chance to pee underwater, it provides such... unique sensations. The thing about that day was that I was still so turned-on by what had happened before, I reeeeally wanted to enjoy it! I turned to look over at the hot-tub area, which was un-surprisingly empty... perfect! Heat is the best way to relax worked-out muscles, anyway.

I got out of the pool and took a brief body shower, to get the chlorine off. I then walked over to the hot-tub area; still vacant. I slipped into the bubbling water, and the heat just overwhelmed me. The first thing I did once I was up to my shoulders was slip my bottoms off. Alone, no one could possibly see with all the bubbling in the tub. I slipped my hand down to play with myself some more, relishing being free again. I took a deep breath, relaxed my bladder, and released my pee into the water.

The heat of the water masked the warmth of my pee, but I didn't care. The relief of my emptying bladder combined with the back-pressure of the water made me shiver with delight. I kept my hand in place, playing with myself as I peed, and it was fantastic. When I finished peeing, I shot one more glance around the rest of the pool; the lifeguard wasn't looking. They never do monitor the hot-tub area because of the age limit for it. I was all clear! I remembered back to how my man was touching me & nibbling me, and it didn't take long before I was vigorously masturbating.

Have you ever climaxed underwater? If not, let me tell you this: I'm not exactly sure of the scientific whys, but the orgasm seems prolonged. Like, even if you go over the edge and let go in your head, if your bits are underwater, your body holds onto every little second. As I began to bring myself off, the build-up got more & more intense, and it felt so gooooood. Finally, like pushing a boulder up a hill only to have it roll off the other side, I came. I came so hard I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep from screaming.

As it subsided, I took another look around the pool. Some folks were leaving, some were arriving, and, a young couple was heading in my direction. Very swiftly, I pulled my bottoms back on and got up out of the hot-tub. Sure enough the couple sat down their things and motioned to get into the hot-tub themselves.

"How's the water?" the girl of the pair asked. "Is it too hot for this weather?"

I shook my head in reply. "Ohhhhh no. I'd say it's damn-near perfect."

All this lovely weather reminds me of this one time I went to the beach... I. LOVE. THE BEACH! I spent a week at my favorite beach ever (and no, I'm not naming it) with my husband, and I had a blast, as usual. I've gone there every summer since I was a little girl, and I've come to know the large tourist area like a 2nd home. I look forward to it every summer; the wonderful ocean view, the awesome beach restaurants, the super-fun amusements... and of course, I wet myself implicitly during everything I do.

See, there's a lot of things to do at the beach involving water & wetness. Swimming in the ocean, swimming in your hotel's pool, doing stuff at waterparks, etc. And, being the summer, it's always hot & bright outside all day. Because of that, I take advantage of the situation and just wet myself constantly. I mean, why not? Any stains can be brushed off as regular water, and then they evaporate & fade away in almost no time at all. It's the perfect setup for someone with a wetting fetish!

Take this one day out of my week as an example. We woke up about 8:00 in the morning and had breakfast. I made the bold decision of wearing a bikini top throughout the day; bold because it felt like my boobs were blasting complete strangers in the face as we passed by. Instead of a bikini bottom or skirt, I wore a pair of man's swimming trunks with nothing underneath. ...y'know, I would like to point out right now that women shouldn't feel tied down to a certain style of swimwear. Swimming trunks are super-comfy! And they tend to look really hot on women, as well.

The first thing we did was go down to the beach for a couple hours. We alternated between playing in the ocean and sitting in the sand relaxing, and all the while, I wet myself. I peed in the water, which is always so lovely. I let my pee go while we were walking back & forth in the sand, because I was already dripping with water; who would notice? And I also wet while we sat in the sand relaxing. The beach was full of people, and not a single one noticed. It was so liberating!

It was getting to around lunch time, so we walked to the boardwalk and strolled down it, looking for a place to eat. We stopped at this sweet little place with an outdoor patio overlooking the ocean, and got a table. It had a gimmick where the chairs were essentially pool chairs; the ones with the water-proof rubber straps in place of a seat. We ordered drinks; my hubby got an amaretto shake (he admittedly favors girly drinks) and I ordered a rum mixer. I could feel the stiff rubber straps rubbing against my pussy lips through the soft swimming trunks, and as my drink went through me, I casually released my pee again. More people kept arriving right off the beach, still dripping with water. The splashes of my pee were barely noticed among the water coming off their bodies.

After lunch we walked to the amusement park on the boardwalk, and played around with all the rides. We saved the ferris wheel for last, because my husband & I have a naughty little game we like to play. While the wheel goes around, I play with his dick, getting him hard & aroused. After a couple rounds, the wheel stops and each car goes around one at a time to let all the people off. If we stop at the top of the wheel, he whips it out and I suck him hard and try to get him off before we reach the bottom. And that time, it totally worked! We got to about half-way down before he exploded and blew his load down my throat. I wet myself a little more as I blew him; not enough to create a huge mess, but enough to enjoy myself. As we got out of the car, no one with a clue, we laughed to ourselves. What a thrill!

Next, we went to the waterpark. There was one big water slide that had a huge wooden staircase you had to climb to ride down. I went on that slide multiple times; each time, I wet a little and let out some pee as I walked up the staircase. I was already dripping, who would notice? We rode all the slides and even down the lazy river. I peed so much in that lazy river! It was so relaxing after all the walking & swimming I'd had been doing.

The sunlight was starting to go away, so we decided to start heading back to the hotel. We grabbed small subs & drinks to eat on the way, and in the growing darkness, I let more pee out into my shorts as we walked. It was starting to feel really good, too. Earlier in the day, it was merely about indulging my fetish without too much trouble. At this point, the constant warmth & wetness surrounding my crotch was starting to really turn me on!

We got back to the hotel and threw away our trash. My husband asked me, "Wanna do something else, or call it a night?"

I thought about it for a second, and spotted the hotel's pool. It had a hot-tub off to the side, which was unoccupied. Perfect! "Let's give our muscles some heat-therapy first. We played hard today."

We headed towards the hot-tub, took off our sandals and just got right in. The hot water & jets felt SO good, I felt like I was just melting. I slipped my hand into my shorts and touched my pussy; it was so sensitive at this point I shivered all over as my fingers made contact.

My husband noticed. "Hey, what's up?"

"I just touched myself and WOW do I want attention. It's just catching up with me now after... wait, what time is it?"

He arched his head to look at the clock on the wall. "Around 10PM."

"Wow! I've been constantly wet for about... 14 hours."

He laughed out loud, then saddled over next to me. He put an arm around me and slipped my bikini top up, letting my breasts float free in the bubbly water. As he groped my boobs I just closed my eyes and enjoyed it. "Constantly wet, eh?"

"Oh yeah! I've been constantly wetting myself in & out of water. It's been the best day ever!"

"Glad you enjoyed yourself." He thought about it for a moment. "What about right now?"

I smiled and bore down, pushing the last of my pee out hard. "I'm in water. Peeing, naturally."

"Naturally." He kissed me lovingly and we just sat there for a bit.

"What a lovely day." I whispered. My pussy tingled as I brushed my fingers over it. I looked right into my hubby's eyes and said, "Shave your face. I've just got to have multiples tonight."

He pulled the bikini top back over my boobs and stood up, taking me by the hand and helping me out of the hot-tub. "Your wish is my command." What a sweetie! I certainly had my multiples that night.

My g/f & I don't really care for golden showers, like at all. But we do have an intense wetting fetish, so what we'll do is press parts of each other's body tight against our crotches and let loose. Arms, legs, the flats of our hands, ass cheeks... we'll even pee while our pussies are pressed together. It's one of our very favorite things to do.

My husband isn't into watersports. He leaves that to me & my g/f. But, he will pee inside me whenever I ask for it. In my pussy or my ass, it doesn't matter. I love it.

I won't lie; I've done this. It was one of my most pettiest moments. There's this grade-A asshole that lives where I do; he's got a slick sports car that he constantly keeps sparkling clean and is always driving too fast in the neighborhood, endangering all ages. After almost getting hit by him pulling out of my parking space, I decided I would teach him a lesson.

Normally, I'm a big water drinker. Not just because of the health benefits (gotta maintain my girlish figure) but also to keep my pee good & diluted. Clear pee reduces stains & smells! Anyway, I figured I would pee on this guy's car, but not drink water for a day, to let my pee get good & acidic. On the following night, I went out at about 1 AM, and did an evil thing.

Of course, being me, I couldn't have a pee game without getting a little pleasure out of it myself. I wasn't just going to pee on his car; I was going to wet myself with it. It was pitch black out; no one could possibly have seen my antics. I went out there wearing a skirt, and climbed up on the hood of his car. I pulled my skirt up, baring my naked ass to the world, and did the splits. (I'm pretty flexible.) Once my lady-bits were pressed firmly against his sparkling clean hood, I let loose my fury.

I had to make an effort to not moan out loud, but the sweet warmth of my pee building up around my pussy before cascading down the car's hood was very lovely. Once I finished, I high-tailed it out of there, back to my house. The next evening, I watched out my window as the man came back from his job; the hood of his fancy sports car now had a large faded paint trail right down the middle. Hah!

I guess he got the message, because he stopped driving so recklessly in our neighborhood. I don't feel sorry.

Peeing standing up is not simple for us women. Why? Anatomy. Men can aim their streams elsewhere; womens' streams go straight down if we're standing up. It can splash and get on our legs & clothes & shoes. Not great if you're trying to be subtle. Sure, spreading your legs enough can avoid that mess, but at that point, you may as well just squat.

Bit of a musical joke there. Let me tell you how it happened...

I won't make any bones about it; I hate the cold. I become so miserable in low temperatures; if I could continue to live where I live and skip Winter, I'd be a happy lil' tadpole. But no, I must bundle up and endure it year after year. Now that we're in Springtime, I rejoice!

Of course, as some weather-afficinados are probably thinking right now, Springtime also brings rain. As I looked out my bedroom window, watching a recent torrential down-pour, I smiled and thought to myself, "Eeeexcellent..."

I always look forward to warm rainy days. It gives me a chance to be naughty in full-view of the public eye! I slipped on a pair of jeans and a loose long-sleeve top. No bra. I grabbed a water bottle and got in my car, heading to our local Town Center. It's a pretty cool spot, with high-rise office buildings enclosing a single street with ground-level shops, a movie theater, and even an ice-skating rink. When I arrived, I could see there were already a lot of people scrambling from point A to point B, trying to avoid becoming soaked from the rain. I downed the water bottle and got out of my car, heading right into the down-pour.

The rain quickly saturated my entire body. With no bra, my top clung to my boobs very snugly. (34Js, BTW.) With all the water, you can probably imagine how easy it was to get to peeing. As I moseyed from one end of the Town Center to the other, I took a deep breath and relaxed my bladder, releasing my pee into my jeans. It was utterly fantastic! The relief combined with the warmth made me shiver with arousal. And the fact I was doing it in front of so many people only turned me on even more.

People were running past me trying to get to dryness, while I happily wet myself further & further. I finally got to the opposite end of the Town Center, where there happened to be an Apple Store. I popped in there, casually looking around, when a salesman rushed up, looking a little concerned. "Are you alright, miss?"

I was completely soaked from head to toe. In fact, I was dripping a little on the carpet of the store. The guy was trying reeeeeally hard to not look at my boobs, which were clearly outlined in my wet top. It was then that I felt a small ache in my bladder. I wasn't done peeing yet! Very subtly, I gave a good push and released the rest of my pee into my jeans, while standing among a whole crowd of people, even with someone watching me. And no one could tell! It was so awesome.

"Well, I could use a towel." In a flash, he ran in the back and grabbed me one, which I used to dry off a bit. The rain started to calm down outside.

"If you don't mind, why wouldn't you at least run to avoid getting this way?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno. Rain isn't too bad... when it's warm."

Whoo hoo! Can't wait to see what you come up with. Personally, I would love to see more intentional wetting, but that's just me. :3 Do it in unconventional ways! Press yourself against things other than clothes before you pee! Hell, go the distance and scissor while you pee. The ultimate wetting!

Wow. Working as a nurse sure can be hard on my personal life. I don't get to check in on this website NEARLY as often as I'd like, much to my disappointment. But, I happen to have some free time now, so what better way to spend it than with another wetting story?!

Ironically, "true desperation" doesn't do much for me. I mean, OK: Here we have a random cutie, doing the pee dance and whining & complaining about how she's going to wet herself. And when it finally happens, she's upset about it. Right there, whatever video I'm watching has totally lost me. I love wetting myself, and I think all women should as well! I get seriously hot & bothered watching wettings when the girl visibly loves it and is clearly doing it on purpose, but anything where she wets herself "accidentally" never really revs my engine.

This is not to say I haven't experienced true desperation myself. Every woman has. But, as is the case with me, my desperation tends to be different from most women. Take, for example, a day at my workplace. I made my rounds & minded my patients, everything a nurse is trained to do. I'm one of the very few nurses who opt for the standard uniform skirt rather than the pants. How else can I keep my lady bits free & happy?

But, as some may figure, nurse shifts can really drag. Especially if you're busy. Bathroom breaks? You wish. (Oh yeah. That's where I'm going with this.) And on this day, it was particularly hectic. I had been asked to fill in at the ER, because some folks were out with the flu. Have you ever been in an ER? It's nuts. It's just full of people with things chopped off and foreign objects protruding from places they really shouldn't be. To avoid getting too far off-topic, I'll just say this: On this day, I didn't have the time for a single bathroom break. For an 8-hour shift.

At first, it wasn't so bad. I did my best to try and ignore the build-up downstairs. Every so often though, I felt a pulse of pressure from my bladder, which made my exposed pussy tingle with excitement. But about 3/4ths of the way through the day, my bladder was practically throbbing. By the end of my shift, I was many things. Tired, hungry, and in DESPERATE need of a pee! My bladder was just crying out for release. I punched out, grabbed my purse, and hurried to the ladies' restroom.

When I got there, I saw the cleaning crew inside, doing their diligent job. Well, OK then! On that floor, the other restroom was on the opposite end of the building, so I hopped up a nearby flight of stairs to the 2nd floor, where I knew another one was. And wouldn't you believe it, it was cordoned off with some yellow warning tape. Oh that's right; it was undergoing repair work at the time. OH MY GODS. There was no place nearby to go! I had started to panic a bit, but then I remembered; I don't care. I just calmed down, and told myself that all I had to do was find a place where no one was around. I walked out the ER exit and started to hurry around the outside of the building.

I was really hurting, now. I tried my best to keep from peeing on the spot, but it was getting harder and harder. Finally I worked my way to the loading area of the hospital; no one was around. Hurray! I went for my purse to grab the panties I keep inside, but... the zipper was stuck. WHAT?! Try as I might, I couldn't get the stupid thing to move. My wetting salvation was tucked inside this leather sack, and I couldn't open it! At that point, I thought for sure I would have to break my special rule. But then, desperation struck me with the idea: my skirt! It was nighttime, so no one would notice unless they looked up close, and soon my ride would be coming for me anyway! Why not?

I dropped my purse, leaned against the wall of the building, and jammed my hand between my legs, pressing my skirt tight against my crotch. As soon as my bits felt fabric against them, my pee came gushing out in a flood. The front of my skirt was immediately soaked, and every inch of my pussy was saturated in lovely warm wetness. As my bladder emptied, and pee cascaded down in front of me, it just felt so GOOD, I let out these weird, loud, hysterical laughs of both relief and pleasure. There I was, in the dark of night uncontrollably cackling like a mad-woman. But I didn't care; I finally had relief. I'm just glad no one saw me!

I dried my hand on my skirt, and walked back around to the front of the building. My ride was waiting for me in the parking lot, as I thought it would be. I got in the car and was greeted by my lovely Alice. She took one look at me and chuckled. "Sooo... what happened to you?"

I fumbled with my purse's zipper. "Oh, you know how it is. Desperation makes people do strange things."

"Yeah, I can see that. Was it worth it?" She took my purse from me and tried to get it open herself.

"Oh, I'd say so." I slipped off my wet skirt and tossed it down at my feet. "I was just lucky it was the end of the day, otherwise I'd have a real privacy problem." I put my heels up on the seat and spread my legs, letting my pussy air out. The rush of air felt so liberating.

At this point, Alice finally got my purse open. One of the zipper pegs was unlocked and created a gap that needed more force than I could have mustered. She handed it back to me and gave my pussy a loving caress. "Well, I'm glad it worked out, sweetie. Let's get you home." With that, she started the car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

But her little pussy rub triggered a response inside me; I wasn't quite done yet! I calmly fished the panties out of my purse and slipped them on. I gave a little push on my bladder, and the last bit of my pee saturated the panties. It wasn't enough to start dripping out and making a mess, just enough to wet my pussy up good.

"Ahhhhh. What a day." I said. Alice just laughed and called me a nutcase. I would certainly like to know how she'd handle that situation in my place!

Hello, everyone! since I was asked to elaborate on something I hinted at, I've decided to import all the real-life experiences I've had from PeeSearch. It'll probably go slow, but hey, I'm pretty sure no one will mind!

When I started my recreational wetting, I was still living with my parents. There were indeed moments when I panicked a little bit; like when I needed to wash my peed-in clothing and was asked why I was loading laundry so often, or coming in the house with wet shorts and hearing "Wow honey, is it raining out?" They never actually caught me in the act, but those moments sure made me sweat.

As I got older & moved out, I slid into the habit of wetting myself all the time, and it became a lot easier to do, since I was alone in my own home. But in the moments that I needed a pee while I was out & about, I had to be a little more careful. You have to be aware of your surroundings at all times. Are you in an area that a lot of people walk through? Are you in a restroom with reliable stall doors?

There are a lot of things to think about. I've been pushing the envelope so much, I think I'm almost at the point that Bill Murray was in the movie "Groundhog Day". I've done things in full view of the public eye and not a single head turned. Why? There have been studies about it, but to sum up: The attention span of an average human being is very bad. And it's mostly self-absorption; especially in today's age of pocket-sized electronic devices that have dozens of trendy capabilities. Odds are, no one's going to look up from their phone and notice the busty pink-haired chick leaking from under her skirt.

Or would they? After all, part of the reason Alice & I hooked up is because she caught me in the act. I was just lucky she turned out to be very open-minded. But maybe everyone sees me all the time? Maybe people notice things and just keep their head turned, choosing to not get involved? Well... yes, that is a possibility. But if that's actually the case, then I'm still not going to think twice. I'm enjoying myself. It's not like these people know me or interact with me on a daily basis.

But what if they did?

This one time, I went to a backyard get-together with some of my acquaintances. We had a fun time; chatting back & forth & enjoying some home-grilled food. Soon, I felt the familiar urge; it was time for a pee. I went back into the house and grabbed my purse, heading into the bathroom. As I slipped the panties on under my skirt, I had a really naughty idea. I was going to skip the toilet wet and push the envelope. I thought I could get away with wetting outside where everyone else was!

I walked out of the bathroom, put my purse back among the others, but took my phone with me. I headed back outside and blended back in, waiting for everyone to stop paying attention. When I had my moment, I pulled out my phone and casually walked further into the backyard towards a big tree. I had the phone to my ear, making-believe I was trying to hear something and have a conversation, but in reality, all I was doing was making an excuse to be by myself.

I sat down on the opposite side of the tree and spread my legs. I was facing a fence, so no one else could see me. I made sure I wasn't sitting on my skirt, took a deep breath, and bore down. My warm pee flooded the panties, surrounding my crotch in the hot wetness I so love. I shut my eyes and relished the sensation...

...and then one of my friends (we'll call her Susan) came around looking for me. "Hey Grace, you OK?"

I froze up. "Uh, yeah! I'm good!" I looked around the tree with the phone to my ear, and winced as the last of my pee filled my panties.

Susan walked right over and stood next to me. To be honest, she's not very observant. "You're awfully quiet over here."

It occurred to me very quickly; she couldn't see my pee from the angle she was at. My skirt was obscuring the mess I probably made on the ground. "Yeah... just wrapping up a phone call!" I admit, I was sweating. But I did my best to keep my cool.

"So, how did you like the salad? I made it myself!" Here she was, making conversation with me. I wasn't about to stand up until she wasn't looking at me, but she obviously wasn't going anywhere on her own. I had to just sit in my obscured puddle and chat with her until she got the point.

Eventually she did get bored and wandered off. I finally stood up and took a look; there was indeed a large wet patch on the ground where I was sitting. Luckily my skirt didn't catch any of the wetness, so I just trotted back into the house and threw those panties right off. I didn't even go into the bathroom; I knew everyone was outside so I stripped them off quick and shoved them in my purse. What a relief!

I went back outside and noticed Susan was whispering to another party-goer. When Susan walked away, they came over to me and looked a little concerned. "Hey Grace, are you alright?"

Was I caught? "Yeah, I'm fine. Why, what's up?"

"Well, Susan said you were a little red in the cheeks. We were just a little concerned, that's all."

"Oh, I'm alright. Just enjoying the day." They didn't know just how much I was enjoying it... or did they? I may never know. I've gotten together with my friends since then and there was no specific change in their attitude, so whatever.

The point is; I have been caught. Plenty of times. I can usually work it so I can totally get away with it... usually. Goodnight, folks!

I would be glad to. ^_^ I've posted a lot of my true stories to PeeSearch, this being one of them, but I don't see why I can't repost them here. I don't doubt people would be interested in hearing about them!

I've had intentional wetting fantasies about some celebs, sure. Liv Tyler, Kate Beckinsale, Jenny Connelly, Scarlet Johannsen, Kat Dennings, Christina Hendricks... oh my. I think I need some private time. >_>;

Hell yes. I've had a covert under-the-skirt wetting behind a big tree in someone else's backyard while a grill party was going on. The thrill was something else~

I've been on lil' boats before. And I've peed off them plenty of times! My thing is that I always cling to the side and dunk my butt under the surface of the water, so I can feel the sensation of peeing underwater. Worth it!

Hi everyone! I'm Grace. I registered with this site awhile ago, but for some reason, never got majorly involved in it. I've been a strong member of PeeSearch for awhile, but... I dunno. I wish that site was better. :/

What can I say about myself? Let's see... I'm a registered nurse. I struggle to maintain a slim & trim figure, but I'm one of those that the genetics gods blessed with ridiculous boobs. I'm married to a man, but I don't just sit on the fence, I friggin' hump it. I've got a regular girlfriend, and yes, they both know about each other and are friends, but don't have sex with each other. I'm the lucky middle in that hot sandwich.

I'm extraordinarily in-touch with my sexual side, so a lot of things that are called fetishes (anal, public, humping) are normal to me. If I had to call something I do a fetish that isn't already part of WS, it would be my insistence on going commando. I've got nothing but skirts in varying lengths in my closet, and I totally get off on being free & exposed down there wherever I go. (yes, I also shave)

When it comes to WS, I wet. I don't drink pee, or hold to feel desperate, or have bladder problems, but I wet myself. On purpose, for pleasure. It's one of the single most arousing things I experience in my everyday life. And since I go commando all the time, I find myself putting things on or pressing myself against something to pee. I have some crazy sexual adventures this way.

I look forward to getting more involved with this forum. ^_^

Wetting, all the way. :laugh: Nothing I like better then pulling on a pair of panties just so I can relieve myself.