This is a taradiddle 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 read and let me get laid what you think of my first gear endeavour at writing.

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

So lets start with the basic. I 'm short ... very short. Its the first matter multitude notice about me when I walk into a elbow room. A few weeks ago I was walking by a group of sixth graders that were out on a field head trip and as I went to cross the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the residual of the class ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as embarrassed when I showed him my driver 's license. It may not have helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` short cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a lilliputian little matter. Thankfully the rest of my consistency is in symmetry with my height. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A tiny little waist and a stooge that most men can palm like a minuscule hoops. My titty on the former hired hand are ( and this may voice a bit narcissistic ) the adept but that 's just my opinion. Not too big and not too small. A bit more than a handfull with the perkiest trivial nipples you 've ever seen. I 've got long dark-brown haircloth which goes down by my waist that I almost always keep in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as much hair as me its too damn prison term consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to mode it that requires hairspray which I will then have to wash out that Night. Again that a great deal pilus would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to vogue yet preserve clean everyday. I 'm a college student remember. Cant go wasting money on material like that. As for my facial expression ... well masses tell me I 'm cute. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a lilliputian missy like me to the highest degree people stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My features are piercing which goes well with my year long tan. My eyes though are my preferred thing about me. Its my number one arm anytime I 've been hard up and needed a full night of fun from a guy or sometimes a girl. They are extremely dark. Not blacken but ... I think smokey would be the outdo term to depict them. They work very well in sending signals like `` hey beef do n't get it on with me '' or `` hey baby get along fuck me ''. When you know how to use your eyes like that it makes life story so much easier.

What else would mass like to acknowledge about me ? I guess you 'd be wondering what I 'm like. Well I 've always been a pretty shy fille but lately I 've been opening up more. Guess that 's what happens when you room with a basket eccentric like Maria who is now my best friend. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come out of my shell and start speaking my mind. She always says `` scale a girl as footling and cunning as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont endure forever. Looks fade baby. '' Which is then followed with her unknown laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't recite her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a full girl. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of girl that you see in school and joke with your friends about her being too `` uncool '' for a politic prick like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at night. The kind of girl that never got in any fuss and the `` cool '' kids would imagine did n't have enough character to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? Well maybe first I should distinguish you what I am and what I 'm into. The Japanese have a countersign for it I guess. This I figured out after many hours of searching for my detail kind of smut. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee fetish. I love watching people wet themselves. I 've spent time of day online searching for video of people in public or at home desperate to pee. I 'm not a full on tribade just bi curious but in my hr of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching women pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a girl. Just go pee yourself and save yourself the clock time ''. trust me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching lady friend cross their legs and hold themselves as they struggle to sustain 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 schooltime. Tommy meat packer was his gens if I remember right. Anyway we were wrestling in the grass and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his genital organ 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 toilets cuz they can pee anywhere they want ''.

I was confused by this since I 'd never seen a blackguard set-up before so I asked him what he meant. He took my deal 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 background smiling at me the whole time. I remember saying `` cool '' in a long drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to hold it and manoeuver where his pee went. I jumped at the hazard and grabbed a bit too hard at first making him swat at my deal and tell me `` not so difficult ''. Loosening my handle I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a funny tingle between my own pegleg 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 shorts and panty. I was anxious standing there half naked in front of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the English of the shed and spread my legs open. He moved his face in really close then until I could sense his breath against my second joint. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't much 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 wisecrack of his fingers.

I closed my pegleg shut tightly till he pulled his hand 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 playing in the pace. He came over a few to a greater extent times that summer and sometimes he would beg me to pee for him again but even though I secretly wanted to I never could construct up the bravery to do it.

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

After that experience I found myself turned on evertime I saw mortal that needed to pee. The More desperate they were to make it to the bathroom the more desperate I was to touch myself. Thats another bang-up lilliputian affair I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't bear my first climax for a few more years. The feeling of rubbing my fingers over myself would help satisfy at least some of the growing hunger inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as clear as I remember the last five minutes of this very day. My kinsfolk was taking a vacation across country. We were out in the middle of nowhere and my mom had to go quite badly. We would hold 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 situation. I sat in the backseat with dark glasses on pretending to be benumbed but watching and listening as her need deepened with every pasing mile. The aspect was n't perfect 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 seat and I could palpate my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the open road.

We had this giant van ( which never made any sense to me since it was just me and my parents ) and I was sitting in the spinal column. I knew no one could see what I was doing so as I watched I started hiking my skirt up to my waist. Trying to restrain my drive as subtle as possible I pulled my panties down to my ankles giving me grand accession to my pussycat. I continued to learn and listen as my fingerbreadth ran aristocratical trivial roundabout around a smear I had found felt the best ( I would later discover that this is called a clit but I was too young to know at the meter ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to stimulate it and watched as a grim pool started to flood the front of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing virtuoso build from between my wooden leg 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 waving of pleasure pour over every inch of my body. I nearly screamed as my tiny consistency squirmed in the rachis of the van.

I looked towards the breast seat to my parents and thanked god that they did n't point out what was happening back there. They were far too relate with my mom 's place to worry about me. I tried to touch myself more but it was so sensitive there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made certainly to find time to earn myself cum at least once every day and quite often I used that memory of my mom wetting herself in the van as motive to campaign me over the edge.

It was n't till my adolescent twelvemonth that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one good afternoon in the summer and I had been in my room masturbating. I think I was 15 at the meter and I had decided to dedicate this summer to making myself cum as many times as possible. On this finicky day I had just had my 4th coming of the day and was working on my 5th but try as I might I could n't quite finish the job. I had tried to ignore my fetish for awhile but as I sat there and tried to make myself cum again my thinker went back to that day in the van. My intellect picked up on an idea that I knew was ill-gotten and maybe improper but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old jeans and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my best to avoid my parents like nearly teenagers. I went to the electric refrigerator and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summer months. I poured myself a giant glass and drank it down as fast as I could. Then I had another. Two was all I could wield though so I put the jug back in the fridge and headed up to my room. I turned some euphony on and sat back waiting for the number one foretoken of needing to pee.

It took a little more than half an time of day before I started to feel my vesica separate me that I needed to go. I had been so excited about what I was going to do when the plan had get-go hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first pangs of motivation showed up but for some reasonableness I decided to wait and hold it as long as I could. Another XXX minutes passed and I was starting to finger overwhelmed by it but I stayed strong holding it even longer. I almost made it another thirty before it just became too much.

I stood at the border of my bed in aught but a duet of pantie crossing my stage as taut as I could while my midway fingerbreadth stayed wedged between my second joint stroking my clit through the thin cotton material. I could already feel the coming building as the first drops started to seep out of my twat. The warm wetness flooded my panties and facing pages over my finger which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the logic gate open completely and I let go about the same fourth dimension my orgasm overtook me. My peg were shaking violently and I had to deal my mouth with my free mitt to keep back from screaming from the ecstasy that poured through my body. The champion was so hard I thought I may put across out from it. I felt like every osseous tissue in my full 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 trend through my torso. I knew then that I could no longer discount my strage juju. It was part of me and even though I felt a little weird and foul afterwards it was not worth missing out on earth shattering orgasm to feel like I was what near masses would call convention. I also knew that I needed more than of this. To get it with soul else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?