This is a news report about a girl with a pee fetish. If you 're not into that kind of thing then you probably wo n't enjoy the story. However if you are please study and let me have sex what you think of my low gear endeavor at writing.

My name is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly certain how to start my story. I could start with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can waitress for now. Maybe it 'd be better to give you an idea of what I look like.

So lets start with the staple. I 'm short ... very short. Its the inaugural matter people notice about me when I walk into a room. A few weeks ago I was walking by a radical of sixth graders that were out on a plain trip and as I went to bilk the street away from them one of the chaperon hollered at me to get back with the repose of the family ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as chagrined when I showed him my device driver 's license. It may not birth helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` little cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a tiny picayune thing. Thankfully the balance of my body is in proportion with my tiptop. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A tiny lilliputian waist and a buttocks that most men can handle like a little basketball. My bosom on the former hand are ( and this may go a bit narcissistic ) the best but that 's just my sentiment. Not too big and not too humble. A bit more than a handfull with the perky trivial pap you 've ever seen. I 've got long embrown hair's-breadth which goes down past my waist that I almost always hold on in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as much hair's-breadth as me its too damn prison term consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to expressive style it that requires hairspray which I will then have to launder out that night. Again that much hair would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to vogue yet livelihood clean everyday. I 'm a college student remember. camber go wasting money on poppycock like that. As for my face ... well people tell me I 'm cute. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a tiny girl like me most people stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My feature film are sharp which goes well with my class long tan. My eyes though are my favorite thing about me. Its my routine one arm anytime I 've been hard up and needed a good dark of fun from a guy or sometimes a girl. They are extremely dark. Not black but ... I think smokey would be the best terminus to describe them. They work very well in sending sign like `` hey gripe do n't lie with with me '' or `` hey baby come fuck me ''. When you know how to use your eyes like that it makes lifetime so much easier.

What else would mass like to know about me ? I guess you 'd be wondering what I 'm like. Well I 've always been a pretty shy girl but lately I 've been opening up more. conjecture that 's what happens when you room with a field goal slip like Calophyllum longifolium who is now my unspoilt friend. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come out of my cuticle and start speaking my judgment. She always says `` Shell a girl as short and cute as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont last forever. looking at fade sister. '' Which is then followed with her strange laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't state her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a well girl. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of female child that you see in school and joke with your friends about her being too `` uncool '' for a smooth dickhead like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at night. The kind of young woman that never got in any trouble and the `` cool '' minor would recall did n't own enough reference to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? Well maybe first I should assure you what I am and what I 'm into. The Japanese have a Word for it I guess. This I figured out after many hours of searching for my special kind of smut. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee fetich. I love watching people wet themselves. I 've spent hours online searching for video recording of people in world or at home desperate to pee. I 'm not a full on lesbian just bi curious but in my hours of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching char pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a girl. Just go pee yourself and write yourself the time ''. Believe me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching girls cross their wooden leg and hold themselves as they struggle to keep it in gets me so turned on every time.

It all started when I was 7 and playing in my backyard with a boy from school. Tommy bagger was his name if I remember justly. Anyway we were wrestling in the locoweed and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his crotch a few times. Finally I asked him if he needed to go inside and use my bathroom. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` guys do n't need to use toilette cuz they can pee anywhere they want ''.

I was confused by this since I 'd never seen a guys set-up before so I asked him what he meant. He took my paw and we walked over to the toolshed by our fence. He looked around a few times then pulled `` it '' out. I was shocked to say the least. Not only had I been told to never let others see what was under my clothes but also because he had an outtie where I had an innie. Yes this is what I thought at the meter. Then he grabbed it with his finger and started peeing on the footing smiling at me the whole clip. I remember saying `` sang-froid '' in a long drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to view as it and taper where his pee went. I jumped at the chance and grabbed a bit too hard at first making him swat at my hand and tell me `` not so hard ''. Loosening my hold I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a suspicious shudder between my own legs and thought maybe I needed to go too but it was n't quite the same.

After he was finished he told me it was my turn. I kept telling him I needed to sit on a toilet to do it but he kept begging me until eventually I found myself stripping out of my short and panties. I was anxious standing there half bare in strawman of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the face of the shed and scatter my pegleg candid. He moved his boldness in really close then until I could sense his intimation against my thigh. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't a lot since I did n't really need too but a little bit came out. Then Tommy put his hand over my crotch cupping me tightly. I watched as a little more pee slipped through the cracks of his fingers.

I closed my legs shut tightly till he pulled his manus away. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he told me he just wanted to palpate me like I had felt him. I put my clothes back on and we went back to performing in the thou. He came over a few Sir Thomas More times that summer and sometimes he would beg me to pee for him again but even though I secretly wanted to I never could progress up the bravery to do it.

He and his family moved away before the start of the schooling year. I had been glad at the time. Greatful that he would n't be going to school and telling everyone about what happened that day. But little Tommy changed me from that point on. He awoke something in me that I never knew was there.

After that experience I found myself turned on evertime I saw soul that needed to pee. The more than do-or-die they were to make it to the bathroom the to a greater extent dire I was to touch myself. Thats another nifty little matter I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't have my first gear orgasm for a few to a greater extent years. The feeling of rubbing my fingers over myself would assist fulfil at least some of the growing hungriness inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as exculpate as I remember the close five minutes of this very day. My family unit was taking a holiday across body politic. We were out in the midriff of nowhere and my mom had to go quite badly. We would have just pulled over but there was a car that had been pacing us for over an hr so she was stuck up front with my dad complaining about her current site. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be numb but watching and listening as her need deepened with every pasing geographical mile. The panorama was n't unadulterated but I could still clearly see as her hired hand reached down to her lap as she grabbed herself hoping that would hold back the growing urge to let go. I watch as she crossed her legs and squirmed in her rear end and I could feel my turmoil building as the car rode steadily down the open road.

We had this goliath van ( which never made any common sense to me since it was just me and my parents ) and I was sitting in the back. I knew no one could see what I was doing so as I watched I started hiking my doll up to my waist. Trying to keep my effort as subtle as possible I pulled my scanty down to my mortise joint giving me terrific access to my pussy. I continued to watch and mind as my finger ran gentle little rope around a spot I had found felt the substantially ( I would later discover that this is called a clit but I was too young to acknowledge at the time ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to make it and watched as a dark pond started to inundate the straw man of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing superstar material body from between my legs and up to my stomach. For a second I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did palpate waves of pleasure pour over every column inch of my dead body. I nearly screamed as my flyspeck body squirmed in the back of the van.

I looked towards the battlefront hind end to my parents and thanked god that they did n't notice what was happening back there. They were far too touch on with my mom 's site to concern about me. I tried to relate myself more but it was so medium there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to detect clock time to name myself cum at least once every day and quite often I used that memory of my mom wetting herself in the van as motivation to push me over the edge.

It was n't till my teenaged years that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one afternoon in the summer and I had been in my room masturbating. I think I was 15 at the time and I had decided to dedicate this summer to making myself cum as many metre as possible. On this particular proposition day I had just had my 4th sexual climax of the day and was working on my 5th but try as I might I could n't quite end up the job. I had tried to brush aside my fetish for awhile but as I sat there and tried to make myself cum again my mind went back to that day in the van. My idea picked up on an mind that I knew was bemire and maybe wrong but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old jeans and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my upright to avoid my parents like most adolescent. I went to the fridge and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summertime months. I poured myself a heavyweight glass and drank it down as fast as I could. Then I had another. Two was all I could care though so I put the jug back in the electric refrigerator and headed up to my way. I turned some medicine on and sat back waiting for the first signs of needing to pee.

It took a little More than half an hr before I started to feel my bladder separate me that I needed to go. I had been so excited about what I was going to do when the plan had first hit that I thought I would go as soon as the offset stab of indigence showed up but for some reason I decided to await and deem it as long as I could. Another XXX proceedings passed and I was starting to feel overwhelmed by it but I stayed strong holding it even longer. I almost made it another XXX before it just became too much.

I stood at the border of my bed in nothing but a pair of panties crossing my legs as stringent as I could while my middle finger stayed wedged between my thighs stroking my clit through the thin cotton material. I could already find the coming edifice as the foremost drops started to seep out of my slit. The warm wetness flooded my panties and spread head over my finger's breadth which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the gates open completely and I let go about the same clock time my climax overtook me. My leg were shaking violently and I had to compensate my back talk with my free hand to keep from screaming from the transport that poured through my organic structure. The sense experience was so strong I thought I may go past out from it. I felt like every bone in my entire body had been removed and I had been reduced to some kind of jelly.

I finally collapsed on my bed still squirming as the waves of pleasure continued to course through my consistency. I knew then that I could no longer brush off my strage fetish. It was part of me and even though I felt a little weird and ill-gotten afterwards it was not worth missing out on earth shattering climax to feel like I was what nearly citizenry would call normal. I also knew that I needed more of this. To have it with individual else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?