Wetting Her Panties

This is my second peeing experience with my girlfriend.

So, a little while before this happened my girlfriend and I had revealed two secrets to each other. Her secret was that she could not hold her bladder very well… ever. She told me that it’s hard for her to anything fun because she would wet herself every time that she would run, jump, or even throw a ball. Well, the good part about this was my secret, I got to tell her all about how I love to see woman wet themselves. This made for an interesting combination.
My girlfriend, being the wonderful person she is, was quick to indulge me in my desires as some of you may have read in my first story. Well the very next day she told me that she would like to pee herself wearing a pair of jeans for me! This was also something that she had never done before. So we spent the next few hours filling her already microscopic bladder as full as we could. It was to the point where it was starting to get painful for her, then we knew it was time to give it a shot.
We made our way to the bathroom where she quickly changed into my favorite pair of light blue jeans with a tear right around the crotch area. The jeans also fit her nice and tightly. She quickly jumped in the bathtub and said “Here I go!” Well, it didn’t start the way she thought it would, and by that I mean not at all. Her shy bladder and mental blocks made for nearly a half an hour watching her squirm and hold herself almost as if she was unintentionally holding on. Then a gasp, we both looked down and were expecting a torrent into her jeans, however we got a dime sized wet spot on the front of her jeans. It didn’t take too much longer, very quickly after that she was at it again. She got the most blissful look on her face with a half smile and her eyes closed. Her hands quickly clenched and slowly released as the dark rose started spread around her crotch and down to her knee. Now we had a full on flood coming out of her flowing down both legs soaking her jeans from the front to the back. Then of course there’s the enjoyment of watching this sexy pee soaked girl peel her clothes off very slowly, as if she was trying to avoid further contact with the wet jeans, even though she was already covered in pee from the waist down.
I hope you all enjoyed my personal experience. Let me know what you think and I will write more.

by thoetad33

This happened while I was a student. I had organised my courses so well that I finished my exams in the summer a few days before anyone else. I was walking home in the afternoon, and I cut through the park as it was a nice day. I was in a bit of a world of my own, when I realised that someone was waving and calling to me. I recognised her as another student at my college. She was sitting on the grass with three friends.
I went over to her and we chatted for a bit. It turned out that they too had finished their exams that morning and were now celebrating. They too thought they were the only ones who had finished. Anyway, they asked me to join them. They had been drinking and were keen for me to share the beer and wine with them.
So I sat down and we joked and laughed, drinking as the time passed. Then Becky moved and got on to her knees. She looked distracted, and looked all around. Someone asked if she felt OK, and she replied that she was, but was bursting for the loo. We all talked about this for a bit. The toilets were too far; she didn’t want to walk that distance. The nearby bushes were no good either, she thought. There were people closer to them than to us.Someone suggested, light-heartedly, that she should just go in her jeans. She told us not to joke about it. She said that, seriously, she was on the verge of wetting herself. Then she said she was really, really sorry, looking me in the eye and telling us it was a real emergency.
She pushed herself a few feet away from us, then, sitting on the grass still, she unzipped her jeans. Hurriedly she wriggled out of them, pulling them and her knickers down her thighs. Immediately a clear stream of pee burst from her and arced in front of her to splatter into the grass.
Becky stared down, watching herself as she stared to piss on the ground. She parted her legs a little more and sighed. After a moment or two she laughed and told us she now felt much better. Then she looked at me again, and apologised again, saying again how sorry she was. I said something non-committal, about how we all need to go, and that it really didn’t bother me. I didn’t say how much I enjoyed it, and rather hoped it was not too obvious. I just continued to watch Becky as she continued to empty herself. I saw the stream die down, and the last three or four squirts as she finished off. She then scooted sideways, away from her puddle, and wriggled back into her knickers and jeans. She stood up and adjusted her clothing, to tidy herself up properly.
And then I heard Lynne say that now she felt that she really needed to wee.

by ppp

This happened a few years ago. My wife and I were at a class union at a private residence of one of our classmates. There were plenty of alcoholic beverages provided as well as lots of bottled water and coke. This event took place out of town on a farm with a well and septic system so the owner provided a “porta-a-potty” for the ladies convience. However, after the first few hours it was getting pretty nasty and full. My wife was tipping back alot of brews and I was drinking Coke as I was the disinated driver. After several hours of drinking and dancing she told me she had to go pee but did not want to use the facilities provided. I told just go around behind the tractor shed. She said that she would hold it for a while instead of risk getting caught. I was also getting a little closer to having to go myself but thought that I would wait and see which one of us could hold on longer. My wife new that I was into wetting accidents so it would be of no surprise to her if I lost.
She kept drinking lots of beer and we were dancing and chatting with classmates for sometime yet. By close to midnight my wife was toasted and was getting more desperate to pee. She told me this again and I told her that I was getting closer to having to go as well. Within about another 1/2 hour I was getting very desperate as was my wife. There were several ladies standing in line waiting to use the port-a-potty. It was at that time that we said our goodbyes for several years and walked toward our vehicle. After we got out of ear shot of our classmates my wife once again said she really had to go. I told her that she could take her chances and go beside our vehicle or if she thought that she could make it home I would make it worth it to her. She acceptiated this challenge being that she not in much shape to make a resonable decision. I however knew that from her actions there was no way she could make it the 20 miles to our house. I was not so sure that I could either but she seemed worse off than myself. We got into our vehicle and started out for home. It is an older Jeep with vinyl seats and the interior is Line-X’d so liquid on the inside was not an issue. It had been soaked many times before out wheel’n in some of the swamps around our place. So we get less than 5 miles from the reunion and she says that she is not going to be able to make it home without wetting her jeans and asked me to stop so she could go on the side of this back road. I told her that I had to go as bad and if I would wait so could she. Her and I were both squirming about in our seats getting extremly desperate. I was beginning to second guess my assumpation that I could make it home. All of a sudden she stops moving in the seat and I hear her say she not going to make it. I reached over to rub the inside of her thigh and she moans a little and my hand starts getting soaked as she let it go in full force into her panties and jeans. She absolutly soaked them so much there was a little trail of it running off the seat on the floor and out the drain plug hole.
At this point I had won the bet and she was finally done after almost 2 minutes of draining her bladder into her jeans. I was extremly desperate at that point and told her so. She suggested that I just let it go as she did. I agreed that beings she was already wet I might as well. I moved myself around in the seat to get alittle more comfortable and just let it go. God it felt so good. Now we were both just absolutly soaked at this point as well as the seats. We were almost home by the time I was done going. When we parked in the garage and get out of the Jeep she says she has to go again and just lets it go in her jeans again. It was awesome to see her flooding her jeans once again. We then went in and had some of the best wet sex to date. Hope you enjoyed this true story. By the way I parked the Jeep outside in the hot sun the next morning and the seats were totally dry in a few hours. 8wet8

It was a nice late spring day myself and my girlfriend J went for a picnic. We packed up a small cooler of soda and a sack of sandwiches and drove out to the country. I told J that the spot we were going to we had to climb up a mountain and there was a nice spot and we would eat there. She said that would be fine.
The drive took around 45 minutes to get to the spot where I could park the car. J had already had drank one soda by the time we got to that point. We got out of the car and I grabed the cooler ,the sack of sandwiches and the blanket. We started walking over to the road that went up to the mountain. The road is a old abandoned road that is good for walking. We talked as we hiked up the road. The road is completely in the shade by the trees that grew along both sides so walking was really enjoyable.
J wanted a second soda so I opened the cooler and gave a cold one to her. The road had now narrowed down to a trail and was getting quite rocky so we had to slow down. I knew that we were on the last third of the trail and would soon make a right turn and be just about near the top. In a few moments we came to the old barbwire fence and made the right turn and climbed the last hundred feet to the top.
The trail went through some scotch pines and we came out into the open where there was a grassy and rocky area which was the spot we were going to have our picnic. The view from this point is quite spatacular. You overlook one of the local lakes right below you. The western horizon going from south to north you can see the Catskill Mountains to the Adirondacks. I pointed out points of interests to J and she was quite pleased with the view.
I spread the blanket down on the ground and got some sandwiches out for both of us and we sat down and ate and talked. I opened my first soda and J now had a third one. I told her this was a spot that I had slept out on back when I was younger and had a good time doing that. We ate some more and spent about 2 hours up on the mountain and just relaxed.
Well it was mid afteroon now so we decided to head back down and go to the lake. The upper part of the trail bieng rocky and somewhat steep was a little slow going. I had to help J in some spots. It took around 20 minutes to get through that section. We reached were it was now alo9t less rocky and the trail was wider. J was still walking slow and I asked if she was allright. She told me she had to pee real bad but there was no place to sit to go.
Looking down the trail I spotted a large rock on the right side and took her hand and said down there is a spot. We got down to the rock that I pointed out and I told her I’ll sit on the rock and you can sit on my lap so you will have a softer place to sit. She told me to take her jeans off after she removed her sneakers because she did not want to pee on them. I unbuttoned them and slid them down and off her. She quickly slid her blue bikini panties off and put them on her jeans.
She turned her shaply ass towards me and sat down on my lap. Her ass was warm on my legs. She put my arms around her and sread her legs open. There was a slight dribble as her pee strated to come out and fell on the dry leaves on the ground. Very quickly her stream gained strength and with a loud hissing sound arced outward from between her legs. It was a light golden color as the sun hit it went through the air. It was now splashing hard against the dry leaves on the ground that the leaves crackled from the impact of her pee straem.
I watched intentlly as she peed with that loud hiss ing sound. I was getting excited by it. I was getting a erection and J said I think you are likeing this. I told her very much so. Her stream started to slow down some and was now hitting the ground between her legs. She took my hans and put them down lower and pressed them into her. This caused her pee stream to shoot outward and then back to a slower rate. When it shot outward it would hiss and when it slowed it wouyld stop hissing. She did this several times. Then she stoped and she dribbled to a halt. She wriggled her ass on my lap a few times just to tease me a little bit. She turned around with a smile and told me you liked that so much we will have to do this more and quite often. I replied back to her and totally agree!

For five years I had lovely six months which I still like to remember very much. Someday a couple (John and Wendy) moved in nextdoor and after a week they invited me. Wendy was 39 years and very attractive. We consumed a lot of alcohol that evening and we all became a bit drunk. When Wendy said she was very desperate and went to the bathroom, John went to the cellar for another bottle of wine. As Wendy came back she told me she had been waiting too long and wet herself a bit and I could see a wet spot in her crotch. She asked me not to tell to John, she would explain to me another time. So that happened two weeks later. Wendy invited me to come over and told that John was for his work abroad for a week, as he had to do every month. She was dressed in a very thight white robe, a bit transparent and I could see her pantie line. After we had some glasses of wine Wendy went to the bathroom and when she came back she lifted her robe in front of me and said she was too late again and had wet her panty a bit. Now she told me she loved to be desperate for peeing and then wet herself but John was not in for that. I told her I loved to see women beeing desperate and then wetting themselves. She said she knows because the first evening she had seen what happened in my pants when she peed herself. We had a second bottle of wine and Wendy again became very desperate. Now she tooked me outside into the garden and while walking she totaly peed herself. It turned me so on that I had an orgasm without touching myself.
We had many great moments together till they moved abroad after six months.
We never had any contact again.

It was a normal day in the small town of drumeheller ablerta, it was a friday, pay day for everyone. Jen and I work at the same place the local video store and fridays we worked the same shift. It was quiting time for the week end and time to throw a party at my place, so Jen and I hit the bank and deposited our cheuques and headed for the liqour store and my drug dealers cuz I am a huge pot head. Jen had alot to drink at work and was begining to feel the wrath of caffine.. she was starting to skip and that told me she was getting desperate to pee, I thought how long could she hold it. we got to the liqour store and began to get our drinks, I bought a texas mickey of royal reserve and a couple cases of beer and a few two sixes of vodka, sky vodka to be exact the best of the best. Jen bought a few cases of beer and some wine coolers..we payed for the shit and went on our way to my drug dealers which is across town. Now Jen was really dancing like she had to pee and the thought of her peeing her pants was turning me on, Jen said “I have to be bad, how far to your buddies house” I told her we weren’t far now which we weren’t we had only a few more blocks to go.. we continued walking to my dealers and she was getting real desperate to pee, she was swaying and grabbing her crotch . We finally got to my dealers and I knocked on the door, a few moments later he came to the door stoned as hell and laughing uncontrolably, Jen asked him to use his bathroom, she was so desperate to pee she was holding her crotch and jumping up and down, he told her she could use the bathroom “it’s down the hall first door on your right”. she thanked him and ran throught the house to find the bathroom. The bathroom door was locked there was someone using the bathroom, now Jen was squating in front of the bathroom door knocking and asking that the person in the bathroom let her use it. “please let me use the bathroom please I am about to wet my pants I have to go really really bad. But there was no answer. At this time my dealer and I were at the table smoking a big fat joint, when Jen came into the kitchen and asked my dealer if there was another bathroom in the house, he said there was only the one bathroom, jen looked at me and frowned and said I am wetting my pants hun, I looked down at her lower body and she was peeing like a maniac, there was a huge puddle forming beneathe her and she began to cry and run outside. Myself and my dealer followed her outside where she sat on the deck her head in her hands and I sat beside her and comforted her. My dealer feeling bad for Jen said accidents happen, and asked her if there was anything he could do for her, she said yes get me some clean dry clothes. He said my daughters room is the last door at the end of the hall way she’s not home but go ahead and pick out some underwear and clothes for yourself and don’t worrie about returning them. Well jen was changing I purchased an ounce of good British columbian weed, when Jen came out her tears were gone and she joined us in smoking a few hoots outta the bong and then we continued on our way.
this is a true story.

Autor: bedwetting cody

    This is another article sent in to a magazine called “Nugget” some years ago. It has always been another one of my favorites because it also seemed so real. Here goes….
“Last year I had just been married and unfortunately my hubby, Jon, was having trouble staying hard. We were both very upset at this and I was feeling frustrated.
Jon buys several sex magazines, including Nugget. Until recently I frankly thought much of the material was weird, though Jon always liked it.
A strange thing happened last spring that made our love life much better. One afternoon I was at the grocery store, which is six miles away from our apartment in the suburbs. I was felling very antsy because I needed to go to the bathroom. The checkout line was very long and while waiting, the need became very bad. When I got to be next in line something funny happened. The man in front of me dropped a sack of potatoes on the floor as he was about to put them on the checkout stand. When he reached down for them his butt would hit the stand. Then he turned and tried to pick them up from another angle and his rear end hit the cigarette stand. Finally, after three or four tries he was able to reach down in the confined space and get the sack. He and the checkout girl both laughed at his difficulty and so did I.
The problem was, as I giggled at the man I was wetting in my pants. For a few panicky moments there, I could control neither my laughing nor my wetting. The tan gym shorts I was wearing became wet in the bottom and I was very embarrassed.
Finally, I got out of the store and started for home. Half way there I still needed to pee, so I speeded up, feeling very uncomfortable. Then it happened. A county cop stopped me for speeding.
I pulled over to the side of the road and the flashing lights came to a halt behind me. I was in a panic and knew Jon would be furious. The cop turned out to be a husky, women. I stayed in my car as she approached on foot. She asked for my license. Cops have a way of taking a long time to hand out tickets, and as she was deliberately going about her business I was sitting at the wheel leaking more pee in my panties. This time I was really soaked, and I’m afraid the cop saw my plight when she asked me to step out of the car. She could not take her eyes away from my soaking crotch. I just hope I never see her again.
I finally got home and carried the groceries in, hoping Jon wouldn’t be home from work yet. He was though, and I told him about the ticket and sure enough he was mad. Then I told him how I wet my pants, expecting him to be really grossed out. But for some reason he wasn’t. He inspected me front and back, and seeing my soiled shorts he laughed. I stood there feeling both relieved and very embarrassed. But then he did a surprising thing. He lifted me in his arms, all 5’2” of me, wet pants and all, and carried me to the bedroom and made love to me like he had never done before. By the time he had finished I was worn out.
The next day Jon confessed to me that he had always been turned on by the idea of girls in wet pants. He didn’t know why that was the case. Later, I realized that his unusual tendency would continue to help us in bed if I could stimulate it from time to time. I ended up describing several incidents in my past. There was the time when I was a high school cheerleader and wet myself in the last quarter of a game. Another time I was a college freshman and had a date to a big dance. We drank lots of champagne and I wet my pants while sitting at a big table with several other couples. On that occasion my date had to literally carry me from the car to my dorm, as I was pretty much out of it. When he discovered my soaked panties he was definitely turned off and never called me again.

He enjoys hearing these things very much, but now I’ve run out of true stories to tell. I love to please him however, and recently we discovered a very realistic way to stimulate his hang-up. Last week we were at the beach with me in an orange bikini that was really more brief than it should be. Sometimes the bottom slips down to low, revealing some of what I should be keeping secret.
Every day Jon would bring a lot of beer, and I would drink enough so that I was feeling no pain. Then we would lie on a large beach towel, and after a while I would need to pee very badly. I would pretend to be asleep, and while in that state would release my bladder completely. After a while I would “wake up” and the two of us would walk up and down the beach for a mile or so. The beach was crowded with people sunbathing and partying and I noticed many of them staring at the crotch of my bikini. I was so glad that I was wearing sunglasses. Still it excited me knowing that I could attract so much attention.
The day before we left I did something even more daring. We were staying in a large hotel, and I went down to the busy lobby convenience store wearing a pair of very brief pink shorts. They were made of a cotton material that showed very clearly the rather large stain where I had wet myself. Several people really stared at me that time to, including Jon. It was embarrassing but I didn’t know any of the people, and will never (I hope) see any of them again.”

Autor: lhansen

A few years back I worked as a field diesel mechanic for a well known oil field service ( fracturing ) oil well’s, most of the time there was no portajohn on location and as the jobs mostly took several hours we were forced into using the woods for a restroom, with that beind said let the story begin…

It was 4:00 am and we had begun rigging up the job for a Annadarkho a well known english natural gas producer, we knew these jobs lasted for at least 8 to 10 hours and we were well catered, but for some reason this time we didnt have a porta potty, now I dont know about you folks but about an hour from my first cup of coffee I’m ready to go !!!! Well I am a hillbilly so the woods didnt bother me at all however it did seem to bother the girls, there were only 4 on location, but mix 4 girls and lost of fluids as it was very hot out there and someone is gonna need to pottie…

It just so happens these girls were kind of like cats, as they always used the same spot…HMMMMM me being the only mechanic on location I am in charge of seeing all that goes on and having the ability to fix anything thats broken, well it just so happend that afternoon I happend to see 4 girls take off towards the woods, I stayed far enough behind as not to be noticed ( so i thought !!!.

All 4 girls went to there same usual spot and all 4 began shedding there flame retardent protective nomex. I couldnt help it I was mezmerised I just stood there and watched with my jaw wide open wishing i could taste eash and everyone of them.

They pulled there cloths back on and all 4 began walking back towards the location. I headed back before they saw me but i was so happy ..

About a half hour passed and I got on the 2 way saying someone needs to bring us some ice water out here because it was hotter than hell that day ( as usual ).

About 5 minuets went by ( I was setting in my shopp truck ) reading FHM and suddenly a knock on my door. Hey said leslie. I heard you on the two way a few minuets ago saying you needed water ! Yea i replied its hot as fuck out here.

Leslie replied Well you could go back to the woods and suck the piss out of my panties, I left them there because we didnt have anything else to wipe with, I said you mean you all wiped with your panties ? Leslie said you know we did , You were watching us, thats why we go to the same spot its not to far away from location so if there is any problems you can get back quickly and no one would notice you being gone..

Then she said If by any chance you do suck them dry i would like to have them back I have lost alot of panties out there laughing….

I still have them today and yes there dry….

that had to have been the most unbelievable thing that has ever happend to me, And yes we still talk. I buy her a pair of cotten panties every Christmas.

Absolutly true story !!!!!!!

Autor: 13lss

    I was getting ready for a trip to the beach for a week with my boy friend. I lived about four hours away from the beach and was going to meet him there. I planned to leave after I finished up my job as a waitress. I packed some of my things and quietly went to bed. The next morning I got up around 9:00am. I put on a white tank top shirt, and squeezed into a small pair of shorts, about two sizes too small, showing off my body. Not needing to be at work until 3:00pm, I decided to go shopping around. After going to a few stores I was a little thirsty, so I got two beers, one for now and one for later- but I ended up drinking both pretty much one right after the other. A while later I got tired of shopping and started to leave for work; if you must know work for me is at a Pizza Inn. As I was heading for my car a small weak itch to pee hit me, but I ignored it and started off to work. On the drive there I stopped and got some lemonade to sip on while I worked. I got out of my car with the glass of lemonade half full and went in. It was a pretty normal day until I went up to this man’s table; he looked to be about 28 or so, and asked him if he needed more tea. He told me no, but that he would like for me to fill up his glass with my wee. I was unsure of what he said at first but by the time I realized it he stuck his glass up to my pussy and said he didn’t mind if I went wee in my shorts. He pushed it up against me so hard that I felt another weak urge to pee. I moved away from the glass and slapped the man in the face, and had him removed from the restaurant. After that was taken care of I went over to my best friend Ashley, who was also a waitress there, and asked her if it is right for girls to piss in their pants. She told me that a lot of young girls do it and that it feels good. I then asked her if she has ever pissed in her pants and her reply was that she only did it when she was bored. She then said that she usually just holds it in as long as she can and then relieves herself in a toilet. I found that gross and told her that I would never even think about doing something like that. As I was talking I was drinking my lemonade and by the time we were finished I was through with it and threw it into the nearby trashcan. It was nearing 5:00pm that’s when I needed to leave for my romantic week with Chris. The whole time I was working after I talked with Ashley I kept thinking of how disgusting it was to WEE in your pants. I thought that holding it in for a while though wasn’t that wrong. I got in my car and started off. There was a cooler beside me full of drinks, just in case I got thirsty. I know I drink a lot but I can’t help it, I’m a girl. I got a Pepsi out and started drinking it. Before I had gone three miles it was gone. I tried to hold off and wait before getting another too soon. (Just to keep you up to date I had drank two beers, a large cup of lemonade, and a Pepsi). The car was low on gas so I stopped at gas station for just a few minutes to fill up the tank, and as I did so I noticed again that my bladder was becoming full. I didn’t pay it any attention and got back in the car; I wanted to see how it felt to hold my pee in like Ashley had told me. Planning only on holding it until the next town, which was about an hour away, I opened another Pepsi, took a sip and sighed for it would be 9:00pm before I would be at the beach. There weren’t many cars on the road so I was going a little over the speed limit. In about five minutes I was done with the next Pepsi and felt it go down making my bladder even more full. I saw one rest area but remembered what I had decided to do and passed it. For the first time at holding my pee in I thought I was doing great; it wasn’t even that hard. Then I realized that I had been on the road for about 40 minutes, which wasn’t long compared to how long Ashley held it, but still I thought I was doing well for my first time. I drank half of a Cream Soda that I had and saw a sign saying detour. It seemed that the bridge I was going to take to get to the town was out. I had to go almost all the way around the town. Then I got totally lost. I wouldn’t be able to get to the town so I kept going. I drank the Cream Soda as I remembered why I wanted to go through the town… I was going to relieve myself there. I didn’t worry too much though; I had control of my pee. By now I have drunk two beers, a large cup of lemonade, two Pepsis, and a Cream Soda, and was starting to find myself wiggling and fidgeting in my seat. I knew that it was time to go so I looked for a gas station; one came along that looked sort of old. I stopped and got out, stretching for a minute or two. Hey, I know all the men were staring at my body but driving for an hour and a half can do that to a girl like me. I stepped inside and looked around to see if I could find a restroom. I didn’t see one so I asked the man at the desk if I could wee-wee anywhere, putting on a desperate face while trying to look cute. He said that the restroom is for employees only; so I asked him when I could start on the job. He just told me all the positions were filled. I left the store calmly and got back in my car and left. I drank one more Pepsi and continued to drive. For some reason I couldn’t stop wiggling. I’d been on the road for two and half-hours and wished now that I had stopped at that rest area. Holding my pee in is not my style; I decided. I’m a young sexy girl who likes to stay dry. Then I had a dumb idea -I decided to call Ashley and ask her for help. It rang 5 times and then she answered and told me sorry but she was peeing. She had known that it was I because she had a caller I.D, but she probably would have told that to anybody else too. I told her that I had been trying to hold in my pee but if she did not help with some good advice I was going to have an accident. She then got serious and told me just to relax and she wanted to know if I liked how it felt. I told her at first that I did before but now it was going to come out. She said to just hold on and try to wait until the next town. It was the beach town, an hour away. I told her that I would try and then hung up. I squirmed and waved my legs from side to side. Trying to concentrate on the road at the same time. I pulled over once to squeeze the crotch of my pants tight. Then I kept going. I was biting my lower lip so hard that I could taste blood. I was a clean girl and hadn’t pissed my shorts since I was 4 years old, and I didn’t want to start again as a 23-year-old woman. As I hit a bump in the road a short stream of warm urine spurted out. I didn’t like it much, but the warmth felt soothing. Just then I started to let more out so I quickly shut my legs. I pulled over to see how bad it was. I had an oval shape about as long as the lips of my pussy in the middle of my panties. I thought about calling Ashley, but she would just tell me to let it out. I twisted around in my seat. I unzipped my tight shorts and stuck my hand in and squeezed as hard as I could. I was now kneeling backwards in the seat. I was wiggling up and down as fast as I could. I stopped and tried to think of what I could do. Then I stuck my slightly damp ass back in and as soon as I did that it hit the horn, making me jump up; you can only guess what happened next. The wet, warm pee gushed out. I tried to stop it but it burned so badly that I had to release the pressure. I just went and it felt sooo good -I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The warm pee immediately penetrated my panties and two sizes too small shorts. It lasted over two minutes. I loved it. When I stopped I sat back down hitting the horn again letting out a long stream of my pee. I called my boyfriend, Chris, and told him to get ready for a good sex when I got there. I guess I should have peed in that man’s glass after all.

 Thanks to: Wet Pussy

Normally I travel to school by car, but today I took the train. Because I’m out of money, I can’t buy petrol. In Holland the government pays your train tickets is you’re a student, so that’s cheaper.
That’s okay, but it takes me 90 minutes to get home. After half an hour or so I had to pee. I could have waited to go home, but peeing in the train is fun. I was wearing a light green dress and a darker green t-shirt. I walked to the toilets of the old train.
The bathroom is quite small: about a meter by a meter. There a small sink and opposite of it the toilet itself. The toilets in trains are always dirty, so I never sit on them. Because the train is moving and shaking, it’s almost impossible to pee while hovering over it. I would like to know how other girls do that. Please post a reply if you are a girl who has ever peed on the train.
Anyway, I stood over the toilet with my head facing the wall behind the toilet. I placed my feet on both sides of the toilet and with my left hand I raised my dress. I was know standing over the bowl with my vagina in the middle of it, with had my panties still on. I was a great feeling when I started peeing. A huge patch grew on my panties and a stream of pee hit the middle of the toilet. After a while pee started running down my legs, hitting the floor. It was one p.m. so the train was almost deserted. No-one would see the pee on the floor. I took off my panties and used them to clean my legs. They were soaked, so I put them in my backpack. It’s a strange feeling when you in public and not wearing panties. I crossed my legs when I got back on my seat and I don’t think anyone noticed I wasn’t wearing anything underneath my dress.

Tnanks to:  It_me