Vikka

This happened some years ago. I was spending most of the summer at Haverdal, a village about twenty km north of Halmstad at the Swedish west coast. I was staying at the house of a middle-age couple, who were friends to my mother, when she was alive. Their house was close to the most wonderful sandy beach, where I spent whole days, swimming in the sea and sunbathing. The first weeks I was mostly alone as I didnt know any of my age.

Now and then I saw someone leave the beach and walk up into the sand dunes above the beach. I didn't think much about it at first, but then I realized that it could be that they were going out of sight to pee. (Me, I never bothered to go anywhere, I just peed my swimmingsuit where I lied and then later on went for a swim.) The thought was kind of thrilling, and especially when I noticed some girl passing me in that direction, I indulged in fancies, picturing her pulling down her panties and crouch down to pee. I used to lie on my stomach and masturbate to those imaginary pictures. I got more and more temptied to follow a girl and spy on her. Though I didn't ventured to do it.

But then I noticed a girl coming back from the dunes, and I thought I could see a dark spot on her yellow bikini pants. I wasn't sure though. I looked after her, feeling very excited, and saw her walking straight down to the water and plunge into the sea.

The next day I saw her walking up into the dunes. When she passed me I had a close look at her. She was very cute, and I guessed she was about my age, maybe one or two years older than me. I kept a close watch for her return. The expectation of what I might see, made me overexcited and my whole body shivered.

It was at least twenty minutes, maybe more, before she reappeared. I hade moved a bit to be closer, when she would pass me. She wore the yellow bikini, and I concentrated on looking at her bikini pants. I was so excited, that I had to clench my thighs and rub them against each other. She came closer and closer. I was staring so intensely, that tears came from my eyes. I rubbed them to see better. And... Yippee!!! There was a big dark spot on her pants! I got breathless and so excited that I started to cough. As the day before the girl went down into the water. Most likely she wanted to conceal that she'd wetted herself... At least I believed so.

The day after I decided to sneak up on her, when she walked up into the dunes. If she did, that was... Think if she wouldn't turn up again?

But she did. She was later than she used to be. I'd brought a big bottle of Coca Cola. Before I left the house, I'd had several cups of tea and now I was gulping Coca Cola. I wanted to be prepared. It was a hot day and I felt that I needed a quick swim in the sea to cool off. I was afraid that the girl would appear before I was finished, and I looked anxiously around the beach, when I walked down to the water. When I came back I realized that it could have been a mistake to swim. What if she would come before my bikini had dried up? If I was going to wet myself, I didn't want it to happen in already wet bikini pants. I changed quickly to pink cotton panties (if you've read my other stories, you might have noticed that I've a special liking for pink cotton panties) and a thin, white tank top, which I'd cut off so that it just barely covered my small breasts (although my nipples were quite visible through the thin fabric).

Finally she came. Today she was wearing a lilac bikini. I followed her at some distance. I didn't want her to detect me. Not yet, anyway. Then I lost sight of her. I proceeded carefully. When I was getting near the top of the dune behind which she'd disappeared, I started to crawl the last bit so that she wouldn't caught sight of me. I raised my head slowly and looked down the slope on the other side. Oh, there she was! My heart pounded heavily inside my chest. She was standing at the bottom of the slope, not far from me. But she wasn't standing still, she was fidgety tripping around. At first I could only see her from behind but when she turned around I saw that she had both hands jammed in between her thighs. I took a breathe so sudden that I almost choked. She must be soo desperate, I thought. And I realized that that was the case for me too. Actually, I felt a spurt of pee in my panties, and I too had to jam my hands between my thighs, press them hard against my crotch to stop peeing.

Her legs intertwined. She must be on the verge to wet herself now, I thought. I stood up and took a step over the edge of the dune. But with my hands still jammed between my clenched thighs I was so clumsy, I tripped and fell down the slope. I rolled down the sand and landed only a few feet from the girl's feet. I looked up at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was here. I tripped. Sorry... I'm so terribly clumsy..." I was rambling, not knowing what I should say in this situation. This was not how I'd planned my entry onto the scene.

"You're not hurt, are you?" She asked in a polite but yet forced way. She hadn't removed her hands from her crotch. I saw them moving.

"Oh, no! Not at all", I answered, and added in an explaining way. "I came here to pee. You see, I'm frightfully desperate to pee!" I put my hands against my pussy again.

She nodded. "Me too. I mean, I too have come to pee. V... very d... desperate also. Believe I... can't hold on any longer!"

"B... but..." I stuttered. "But you've got your swimming pants on...?"

"No time to put them off!" She yelled, and parted her legs. She was already peeing. Her swimming pants were no match for the forceful stream, that flooded through them and splashed onto the ground. Her face was as if transfigured with delight.

I was so occupied by looking at her, that I at first wasn't aware of that also I was wetting myself. But my pee streaming between my fingers soon enough got me aware. And it felt so good! Repeated twitches announced the arrival of a wonderful orgasm. I tried to muffle my groans but when I came, I couldn't help squeaking "Eeeeh, eeeh, eeeeh!"

We went on peeing for quite some time. When we stopped, she looked inquisitively at me.

"You came, didn't you?" She'd still one hand on her pussy, slowly rubbing.

"Uh... em..." I was still trembling from my orgasm and had some difficulties to articulate. Also I tried to gain a little time before I answered. "I think so - maybe - it sort of happened. Yes!"

Before she continued, I thought I should take the initiative. "This wasn't the first time you went here to wet yourself, was it? I've seen you before coming back from here with wet bikini pants!"

She blushed. "Uhm... it has happened..."

"More than once!" I continued in a demanding voice.

"Maybe..."

Then we both started to laugh at the same time. The whole situation was so hilarious! When we stopped to catch our breathes, I asked her:

"Now, when I've admitted that I came, I got to ask you if you didn't get any aroused at all?"

She smiled. "Kind of..." Then she burst out laughing. "Hell, yes! I came too. At about the same time as you! What do you expect after all the pussy rubbing? But you didn't notice, because you were so up in the blue heaven, when you came, that you didn't notice! Quite nice squeaks you gave away!" She laughed again.

And with her laughters resounding in my ears I think I'll end this story. But, yes, her name was Ellen! And also I might add that it was quite embarrassing, when we met four girls on our way back. One of them noticed the wet spots and pointed them out for the others. They giggled quite uncontrollably. And I knew that my pussy probably was pretty visible through my wet, thin cotton panties. Shit! Sometimes I can't stop writing, but now it's going to happen. Finally!

Yep! And I've done something about it now ;)

Oh, sorry, what can I say, it has to be a girl ;)

Oh, so sexy ;) I love nylon stockings!!! And watching you in nylon stockings has made me so terribly aroused! I got to do something about it! At once!!!!

@bpb: I agree with you, I love my small tits! I wouldn't have them any other way... They are firm and my nipples are pointing up, not down *giggle* And you're absolutely right about the importance of the nipples. When I get aroused (wich is ever so often, haha!), my nipples get very protruding, like they're taking charge of the rest of my breasts ;)

Oh, Steve, what a wonderful idea with illustrated stories! I liked them all very much, but of course, being a lesbian, I liked the lesbian ones best :wink: Especially I loved the 70's office! You see, I enjoy very much to sometimes wear nylon stockings and garterbelt (or corset). I think you could say, that it's my second fetish :wink: I've posted a story on omorashi.org, how that fetish began, when I was a very innocent little girl dressing in some of my mother's clothes one evening, when my mother wasn't at home (but she came home earlier, than I thought she would, and caught me in a very embarrassing position...)

Tankyou Steve!/Vikka

PS. Maybe I can post that story on WGP as well?

Puh... he's a well-mannered dog!

It's so nice to see your concerns about the welfare of Pelle :) And I am happy to set your minds at rest; he was quite recovered from his injury! He is a bright and cheery foxterrier: we meet almost every day and exchange greetings!

This is a story about something, that happened exactly two years ago, the 21st of september 2012. I posted it the day after on an other site. That site is the only other one, which I've been a member of on the internet. Except from a Swedish LGBT-community, Qruiser. I might as well tell, which site I posted it on, as I've seen, that it has been mentioned here on WGP before. It was Omorashi.org, where I've been a member for some years. I might later on share some more of my wetting experiences, that I've posted there. I understand, that Kirito, who owns Omorashi.org, doesn't mind it.

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Last evening something happened that I am pretty sure will never happen again. I was strolling around in the city. I'd been having a lot of coca cola and was getting pretty desperate to pee. It felt nice but I wanted to intense that feeling, why I directed my steps to a café. Coffee would be what I needed to reach the final stage of desperation, I thought.

It was a very cosy café. The interior decoration was kind of Laura Ashley inspired, and the chairs were very comfortable with thick, comfy cushions. I sat down at a round table in a corner. The tablecloth was quite generous; enough to cover my legs, which I appreciated as maybe there would be some wriggling and even holding. I ordered coffee and one Danish pastry.

I'd just started to enjoy my coffee, when a voice made me to look up. It was a good-looking woman in her thirties:

"Excuse me! I'm reporter at News at Town" (a fictitious name), "and I would like to make some questions about your café habits. If you attend cafés often, which you like most, how you want a café to be like and so on. I would really appreciate if you will have the kindness to answer them! May I sit down?"

I was taken by surprise and couldn't find a reason to say no. But I did regret saying yes right after I'd said it. I mean, after all I was pretty - no, by now I was very - desperate. What if I had to hold myself? This could be thrilling!

The journalist told her name was Barbro and asked for mine. Then she began her questions. She was a very nice woman and funny to talk to. When she'd finished her questions, we went on talking about all sorts of things. At first I didn't feel at all desperate. But after about twenty minutes I felt a sudden, strong twitch in my lower abdomen. And then the desperation began! I sneaked my right hand under the tablecloth, drew up my skirt and pressed my hand on my crotch.

Barbro didn't notice anything. My desperation increased. I squeezed my thighs hard together. The twitches came faster and stronger. It was as they were knocking on the door, demanding me to release my pee! Knowing this wasn't the right time to wet myself, I tried as hard as I could to prevent an accident, which seemed to approach so inexorably fast. I rubbed my pussy forcefully, which quickly got me to the verge to come! Mustn't happen, I thought! If it did I would most certain lose the battle...

Barbro gave me a quizzical look, when I suddenly gave away a moan. I felt my fingers getting wet. I'd had a strong spurt of pee in my panties, and it took all my strength to stop me from totally lose it. I pressed and rubbed harder, but had to stop doing so. If I'd continued, I would no doubt orgasm right there, in front of a journalist interviewing me! That would have been too embarrassing! Well, the alternative would also be embarrassing, as it would be me wetting myself in front of a journalist interviewing me! But as I couldn't possibly have an orgasm without her noticing it, I decided to let Nature have its course! Which Nature had the next moment! I completely lost it! My pee streamed through my panties, between my fingers and into the thick chair cushion, which silently absorbed my pee!

I probably blushed and my breathing was a bit strained. Barbro asked if anything was wrong, but I denied it. While I was still wetting myself... It went on for ever and I was actually talking to her at the same time as I peed. I felt really weird, and I was so embarrassed!

Finally she thanked me and said she enjoyed our talk. "Likewise", I answered and felt so relieved, when she left. I hoped she didn't thought I was unpolite, as I didnt rise to say goodbye...

Then I sat there for about ten minutes, thinking of what to do. I've peed litres into the chair cushion and some had come onto the carpet too. I know, I had to tell the waitress about my accident. But it wasn't an easy step to take; it would be so embarrassing, so very humiliating to confess that I've been wetting myself like a baby. At the same time the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation made me really aroused! I couldn't help myself from touching my pussy, and before I even knew what I was doing, I was eagerly caressing my pussy upon my soaked panties! I reached an overwhelming orgasm within a couple of minutes and I had to bit my lips to avoid screaming!

And before I left the café, I told the waitress that I'd had a wetting accident. I told her that I absolutely wanted to pay for the damages and left my name, address and mobile number. She was very sweet and said that accidents happen! As I was talking to her, pee drops still ran down my legs.

To confess my accident to the waitress was one of the most humiliating moments of my life!

Hmm.. I could use some "pee shyness" sometimes *giggle*.

Has your interest in peeing or watching girls pee been with you all of your life, or is it something that seems to have developed recently? Share your experiences of how long ago you realised you had this interest.

Reading this I recalled, that I some years ago wrote about, how I first got interested in pee, on an other internet site. It seems to be fitting for this thread ;) So here it goes:

How I started to enjoy wetting myself.

When I was ten years old, I was staying with my parents at a hotel in Southern France, at the Mediterranium. As I was a very good swimmer, my parents left me at the beach every day, when they were out doing other things. One day I was lying on the sand, when I felt something shadow my eyes. I looked up and saw a girl, maybe a couple of years older than I, standing at my side.

"Do you mind if I join you. I just arrived today and I don't know anyone here. I'm Camille..."

"Yes, I'm alone too, I'm Vikka, short for Victoria."

She lied down beside me. We started talking, she was very fun to talk with. She was twelve years old and was staying with her parents at an other hotel. But then she got silent. I looked at her. She looked as she was in pain, and she had one hand between her thighs.

"Shit, I got to pee! I'm totally desperate! Come, let's go down to the sea; no one would notice if I pee in the water!"

I looked surprised at her. Did she mean that she would pee in her swimming suit in the water? Would she be so bold? I'd never done anything of the sort and the thought made me thrilled. We started walking. It was nearly a hundred metres down to the water and Camille walked in a funny way with her thighs pressed together. A couple of times she slowed down and put a hand in between her thighs and rubbed. Nearly down to the sea she stopped.

"Oh, Vikka, I can't hold it anymore! It's coming... I'm going to wet myself!"

She quickly separated her legs, and immediatly her pee flooded through her panties! It went on for almost thirty seconds.

"Oooh!!! That felt nice", she panted.

I started to continue to the sea, as I thought she wished to rinse her panties. But she stopped me.

"No, wait! It's not fair, that I'm the only one of us to pee myself like a baby! Now it's your turn!"

"No way! I'll never do that", I yelled!

" Why not? We can rinse our panties in the sea afterwards, and no one would know. I promise, it feels so nice to wet yourself. This wasn't my first time, you know! Don't you need to pee?"

"Maybe... a little... But it's only babies, who pee themselves, not girls of our age!"

"Bullshit! I just did it, didn't I?"

"But that was an accident!"

"If I tell you it wasn't... I really had to pee, that's for certain, but I could easily have waited until I was in the water."

I looked at her. I couldn't believe what I heard! A twelve year old girl, who used to pee herself for fun? It wasn't normal... But then again, she looked so content, when she wetted herself. She really seemed to enjoy it. And a voice inside me said, that it couldn't hurt to try. Just this once...

"Ok", I said, "I'll try! But I don't know if I can pee in my panties. Especially when you're looking..."

"Take your time! It'll come, I promise. Just relax!"

There was no one in the neighbourhood. Hesitatingly I parted my legs. And to my big surprise I began to pee at once! Oh, shit! I was ten years old and peeing in my panties! It was so warm and wet, when it first gathered around my crotch and then forced the fabric and streamed down to the sand between my feet. And Camille was right, it felt so nice! Some of my pee ran down my legs and that felt also nice! I for sure needed to pee, I went on as long as Camille did before.

Then we noticed some people coming in our direction, and giggling all the way, we ran hand in hand down to the sea and dived in the water!

That was my first time. The days, that followed, we spent at the beach, drinking lots of water until we couldn't hold ourselves any longer and peed ourselves. We did it lying down in the sand, standing up and even walking! This was how it began, and I've never stopped since...

Vikka

Hello and welcome to WatchGirlsPeeing; it's great to see you're already participating around the site. I hope you will enjoy it here. :)

Hello and thank you very much :) What can I say; I have itchy fingers and my brain keeps them active :wink:

Btw. I've got a question. I have many wetting experiences, a lot of them are obviously from times before I became of "legal age", which in Sweden begins at the age of 15. But I can't find, which the rules are at WGP. Those experiences are not always connected with sex. I began to like wetting, when I was 10, and it was not until I was 13, that I got sexual feelings. (And beside that, I don't think, that there are any age restrictions, when it comes to wetting oneself!)

I was born in Annecy. I moved to Sweden with my parents, when I was twelve, and I have both French and Swedish citizenships (dual citizenship). My parents then divorced, and my father moved back to France. Shortly after that, both my parents died at short intervals.

I have the experience you asked about ;)

Emma Watson!!! And I know she would love to do it *giggle*!

it's so nice to have a garden of my own... ;p

Hi Wetmanjf and thankyou so much!!! Yes, I've been enjoying it very much this my first day here!!! But now I'm going to bed. Well, first things first; before I go to bed, I'll go out in my garden for my good night pee in my panties ;)

Hugs/Vikka

Emma Watson, Emma Watson and Emma Watson!!!!

Haha! It seems that I'll become occupied by thanking you all night! Thankyou very, very much for your kind response; it has made me so happy :)

Thankyou so much for your welcoming and for the gift, that was attached!! The girl on the pic is really a girl of my kind! Though I almost always wear a skirt; it makes public peeing so much easier! I hope to give evidences of that in the future ;D

In school it sometimes happened, that I in the dressing room snitched the panties from a girl, who I had a crush on. I had them in my school bag, and from time to time I took them out and sniffed and sucked them. I also loved to have them stuffed in my pussy during the lessons, while I was watching the girl, who i know had no panties on :wink:. Because I had snitched them!

My first post here, and I unmask myself as a thief... What will you all think of me? Not a great introduction...