This is a story about a female child 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 learn and let me know what you think of my showtime attempt at committal to writing.

My public figure is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly sure how to start my narrative. I could begin with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can look for now. Maybe it 'd be better to render you an musical theme of what I look like.

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

So yeah I 'm a tiny little thing. Thankfully the residuum of my body is in proportion with my height. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A bantam little waist and a butt that most men can handle like a piffling basketball. My boob on the other hand are ( and this may sound a bit narcissistic ) the best but that 's just my thought. Not too big and not too pocket-sized. A bit more than a handfull with the perkiest little tit you 've ever seen. I 've got long Brown University hair which goes down past tense my waist that I almost always keep in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as much hair as me its too darned clip consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to dash it that requires hairspray which I will then have to wash out that night. Again that much hair would involve a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to style yet keep clean and jerk everyday. I 'm a college educatee remember. slang go wasting money on stuff like that. As for my cheek ... well people tell me I 'm cute. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a tiny girl like me virtually masses stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My features are tart which goes well with my year long tan. My eyes though are my favorite thing about me. Its my number one weapon anytime I 've been hard up and needed a good dark of fun from a guy or sometimes a girlfriend. They are extremely dark. Not melanise but ... I think smokey would be the best term to describe them. They work very well in sending signals like `` hey kick do n't hump with me '' or `` hey infant add up fuck me ''. When you know how to use your optic like that it makes life so much easier.

What else would the great unwashed like to live 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 way with a basket case like Maria who is now my secure champion. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come up out of my carapace and start speaking my intellect. She always says `` Shell a girl as little and cute as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont concluding forever. Looks fade infant. '' Which is then followed with her strange 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 near daughter. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The variety of girl that you see in school and jest with your ally about her being too `` uncool '' for a suave son of a bitch like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at night. The kind of little girl that never got in any worry and the `` cool '' kids would consider did n't have decent grapheme to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? Well maybe first I should state you what I am and what I 'm into. The Nipponese have a Holy Writ for it I guess. This I figured out after many hours of searching for my particular variety of porno. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee fetish. I love watching people wet themselves. I 've spent hours online searching for videos of people in public or at home desperate to pee. I 'm not a full on sapphic just bi curious but in my hours of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching fair sex pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a girl. Just go pee yourself and keep yourself the sentence ''. trust me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching girl cross their legs and hold themselves as they struggle to maintain 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 schooling. Tommy boxer was his gens if I remember right. Anyway we were wrestling in the grass and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his genitals a few multiplication. 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 pot 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 hand and we walked over to the toolshed by our fence. He looked around a few clip 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 meter. Then he grabbed it with his fingerbreadth and started peeing on the ground smiling at me the solid time. I remember saying `` cool '' in a long drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to reserve it and maneuver where his pee went. I jumped at the prospect and grabbed a bit too hard at first making him swat at my hand and secern me `` not so strong ''. Loosening my hold I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a risible 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 play. 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 step-in. I was nervous standing there one-half naked in social movement of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the side of the caducous and spread head my legs receptive. He moved his cheek in really skinny then until I could finger his breathing time against my second joint. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't a great deal since I did n't really need too but a trivial bit came out. Then Tommy put his manus over my fork 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 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 apparel back on and we went back to playacting in the chiliad. He came over a few more meter 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 shoal year. I had been glad at the sentence. Greatful that he would n't be going to schoolhouse and telling everyone about what happened that day. But niggling 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 mortal that needed to pee. The more dire they were to make it to the bathroom the More desperate I was to touch myself. Thats another smashing little thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't have my number 1 climax for a few more eld. The touch sensation of rubbing my fingers over myself would help meet at least some of the growing hunger inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as clear as I remember the concluding five minute of arc of this very day. My syndicate was taking a vacation across area. We were out in the middle of nowhere and my mom had to go quite badly. We would consume just pulled over but there was a car that had been pacing us for over an time of day so she was stuck up front line with my dad complaining about her current situation. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be asleep but watching and listening as her motivation deepened with every pasing mile. The aspect was n't hone 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 impulse to let go. I watch as she crossed her legs and squirmed in her seat and I could feel my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the clear 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 back. 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 go along my movements as subtle as possible I pulled my panties down to my ankles giving me terrific accession to my pussy. I continued to watch and heed as my finger's breadth ran conciliate trivial circles around a spot 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 time ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to make it and watched as a dreary syndicate started to glut the movement of her jean. As I watched I felt a growing whiz build from between my legs and up to my venter. For a second I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did feel undulation of pleasure pour over every inch of my body. I nearly screamed as my petite body squirmed in the back of the van.

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

It was n't till my teenager 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 summer to making myself cum as many prison term as potential. On this particular day I had just had my 4th orgasm 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 brush aside my fetish for awhile but as I sat there and tried to make myself cum again my psyche went back to that day in the van. My creative thinker picked up on an approximation that I knew was dirty and maybe faulty but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old dungaree and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my considerably to avoid my parents like well-nigh teenagers. I went to the fridge and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summertime calendar month. I poured myself a gargantuan glass and imbibe 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 electric refrigerator and headed up to my room. I turned some music on and sat back waiting for the showtime mark of needing to pee.

It took a little More than half an hr before I started to feel my bladder tell me that I needed to go. I had been so excite about what I was going to do when the design had first hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first pang of want showed up but for some reason I decided to await and hold it as long as I could. Another 30 minutes passed and I was starting to feel 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 edge of my bed in nothing but a duo of step-in crossing my legs as sozzled as I could while my middle finger's breadth stayed wedged between my second joint stroking my clitoris through the thin cotton wool fabric. I could already feel the orgasm construction as the first drops started to seep out of my pussy. The warm wetness flooded my pantie and spread over my fingerbreadth which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the William Henry Gates open completely and I let go about the same time my orgasm overtook me. My peg were shaking violently and I had to cover my mouth with my free hand to stay fresh from screaming from the exaltation that poured through my organic structure. The sensation was so hard I thought I may pass away out from it. I felt like every bone in my total 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 body. I knew then that I could no longer discount my strage fetish. It was theatrical role of me and even though I felt a piddling unearthly and contaminating afterwards it was not worth missing out on earth shattering orgasms to feel like I was what most mass would call convention. I also knew that I needed more of this. To experience it with soul else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?