This is a story about a miss with a pee fetish. If you 're not into that form of thing then you probably wo n't savor the story. However if you are please read and let me do it what you think of my first attempt at authorship.

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

So lets start with the basics. I 'm myopic ... very short. Its the foremost matter hoi polloi notice about me when I walk into a elbow room. A few week ago I was walking by a group of sixth graders that were out on a airfield slip and as I went to cross the street away from them one of the chaperone hollered at me to get back with the rest of the year ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as embarrassed when I showed him my device driver 's license. It may not suffer helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` little cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a tiny little thing. Thankfully the sleep of my body is in proportion with my tiptop. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A bantam little shank and a butt that most men can handle like a little basketball. My dope on the other hand are ( and this may vocalize a bit narcissistic ) the best but that 's just my opinion. Not too big and not too diminished. A bit more than than a handfull with the perkiest fiddling teat you 've ever seen. I 've got long Robert Brown hair which goes down past my waist that I almost always hold in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as a lot haircloth as me its too damn time consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to style it that requires hairspray which I will then stimulate to wash out that nighttime. Again that much tomentum would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to style yet keep clean everyday. I 'm a college student remember. vernacular go wasting money on clobber like that. As for my expression ... well people tell me I 'm cute. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a tiny fille like me nigh citizenry stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My characteristic are sharp which goes well with my year long tan. My eyes though are my favored affair about me. Its my number one artillery anytime I 've been unvoiced up and needed a good night of fun from a guy or sometimes a daughter. They are extremely disconsolate. Not disgraceful but ... I think smokey would be the upright term to describe them. They work very well in sending signals like `` hey kick do n't fuck with me '' or `` hey babe come fuck me ''. When you know how to use your eyes like that it makes lifespan so much easier.

What else would people like to bang 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. Guess that 's what happens when you room with a basket case like maria who is now my beneficial friend. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to fall out of my shell and embark on speaking my idea. She always says `` Shell a girlfriend as petty and cute as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont last forever. Looks fade baby. '' Which is then followed with her unusual laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't tell her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a good girl. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The variety of girl that you see in school and joke with your Quaker about her being too `` uncool '' for a smooth SOB like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at night. The kind of girl that never got in any worry and the `` cool '' nestling would call up did n't take enough character to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? wellspring maybe first I should tell 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 picky variety of porno. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee fetish. I love watching multitude wet themselves. I 've spent hours online searching for videos of people in public or at home base desperate to pee. I 'm not a total on lesbian just bi curious but in my hours of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching charwoman pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a girl. Just go pee yourself and save yourself the fourth dimension ''. think me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching girl cross their peg 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 meat packer was his figure if I remember right-hand. Anyway we were wrestling in the Grass 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 can. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` guy 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 guys set-up before so I asked him what he meant. He took my hired man and we walked over to the toolshed by our fencing. 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 apparel but also because he had an outtie where I had an innie. Yes this is what I thought at the fourth dimension. Then he grabbed it with his fingers and started peeing on the priming coat smiling at me the entirely time. I remember saying `` aplomb '' in a longsighted drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to hold it and aim where his pee went. I jumped at the prospect and grabbed a bit too hard at first of all making him swat at my hand and tell me `` not so concentrated ''. Loosening my adhesive friction I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a funny tingle between my own leg 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 play. I kept telling him I needed to sit on a stool to do it but he kept begging me until eventually I found myself stripping out of my short pants and panties. I was nervous standing there one-half raw in front of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the position of the shed and spread my ramification subject. He moved his face in really close then until I could find his hint against my thighs. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't much since I did n't really need too but a trivial bit came out. Then Tommy put his paw 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 deal away. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he told me he just wanted to feel me like I had felt him. I put my apparel back on and we went back to acting in the yard. He came over a few more sentence that summer and sometimes he would beg me to pee for him again but even though I secretly wanted to I never could build up the courage to do it.

He and his family moved away before the start of the schooling class. I had been glad at the clock 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 full point on. He awoke something in me that I never knew was there.

After that experience I found myself turned on evertime I saw someone that needed to pee. The more dire they were to constitute it to the bathroom the more heroic I was to reach myself. Thats another neat small thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't let my firstly orgasm for a few more years. The feeling of rubbing my digit over myself would help satisfy at least some of the growing thirstiness inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as clear as I remember the terminal five minutes of this very day. My family was taking a vacation across country. We were out in the middle 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 minute so she was stuck up forepart with my dad complaining about her flow situation. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be at peace but watching and listening as her need deepened with every pasing mile. The perspective was n't perfect but I could still clearly see as her handwriting reached down to her lap as she grabbed herself hoping that would hold back the growing impulse to let go. I watch as she crossed her ramification and squirmed in her seat and I could palpate my fervour building as the car rode steadily down the open road.

We had this giant van ( which never made any horse 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 annulus up to my waist. Trying to keep my movements as subtle as possible I pulled my scanty down to my articulatio talocruralis giving me tremendous access to my cunt. I continued to take in and hear as my fingerbreadth ran gentle fiddling circles around a spot I had found felt the skilful ( I would later discover that this is called a clit but I was too young to make love at the time ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to micturate it and watched as a sullen puddle started to flood the front of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing superstar human body from between my branch and up to my tummy. For a second I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did feel waves of pleasure pour over every inch of my consistency. I nearly screamed as my tiny consistence squirmed in the backrest of the van.

I looked towards the breast butt to my parents and thanked god that they did n't point out what was happening back there. They were far too interested with my mom 's position to worry about me. I tried to impact myself more but it was so sensible there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to get time to get to myself cum at to the lowest degree once every day and quite often I used that retentiveness of my mom wetting herself in the van as need 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 way masturbating. I think I was 15 at the time and I had decided to dedicate this summertime to making myself cum as many sentence as possible. On this peculiar 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 land up the job. I had tried to ignore my juju 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 mind picked up on an idea that I knew was dirty and maybe incorrectly 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 avert my parents like near teenagers. I went to the electric refrigerator and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summertime months. I poured myself a behemoth methamphetamine and toast it down as fast as I could. Then I had another. Two was all I could handle though so I put the jug back in the fridge and headed up to my elbow room. I turned some music on and sat back waiting for the offset augury of needing to pee.

It took a little to a greater extent than half an hour before I started to finger my vesica enjoin me that I needed to go. I had been so energise about what I was going to do when the plan had first gear hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first twinge of penury showed up but for some reason I decided to expect and hold it as long as I could. Another thirty hour 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 bound of my bed in nothing but a couple of panties crossing my legs as tight as I could while my middle finger stayed wedged between my thighs stroking my clitoris through the dilute cotton fiber fabric. I could already finger the orgasm construction as the get-go cliff started to seep out of my pussy. The warm wetness flooded my panty and spread head over my fingers which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the gates open completely and I let go about the Same clip my sexual climax overtook me. My stage were shaking violently and I had to compensate my sass with my free hand to keep from screaming from the ecstasy that poured through my body. The maven was so strong I thought I may give-up the ghost out from it. I felt like every osseous tissue in my entire eubstance had been removed and I had been reduced to some sort of jelly.

I finally collapsed on my bed still squirming as the wafture of pleasure continued to line through my body. I knew then that I could no longer neglect my strage fetish. It was component of me and even though I felt a little uncanny and dirty afterwards it was not worth missing out on land shattering sexual climax to feel like I was what to the highest degree people would yell normal. I also knew that I needed Thomas More of this. To experience it with someone else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?