This is a story about a girl with a pee fetich. If you 're not into that form of thing then you probably wo n't delight the story. However if you are please read and let me have sex what you think of my first attack at written material.

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

So lets start with the basics. I 'm little ... very short. Its the inaugural thing people notice about me when I walk into a room. A few calendar week ago I was walking by a group of sixth graders that were out on a battlefield slip and as I went to cross the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the residue 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 `` little cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a tiny little thing. Thankfully the rest of my body is in proportion with my pinnacle. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A tiny little shank and a seat that most men can palm like a slight basketball. My bosom on the other handwriting are ( and this may vocalize a bit narcissistic ) the best but that 's just my view. Not too big and not too little. A bit more than a handfull with the perkiest little mammilla you 've ever seen. I 've got long brown hair which goes down past my waistline that I almost always keep in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as a good deal hair as me its too damn clip consuming to do much else with it. Besides if I want to style it that requires hairspray which I will then have to wash out that nighttime. Again that a lot tomentum would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to dash yet keep clean everyday. I 'm a college scholar remember. Cant go wasting money on stuff like that. As for my font ... 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 are sharp which goes well with my year long tan. My oculus though are my favored thing about me. Its my issue one weapon anytime I 've been backbreaking up and needed a good night of fun from a guy or sometimes a girl. They are extremely gloomy. Not Shirley Temple Black but ... I think smokey would be the best term to discover them. They work very well in sending sign like `` hey bitch do n't fuck with me '' or `` hey baby come fuck me ''. When you know how to use your optic like that it makes life history so often easier.

What else would people like to fuck 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 fount like Maria who is now my best protagonist. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to hail out of my shell and start speaking my judgement. She always says `` Shell a girlfriend as little and cunning as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont live on forever. look fade baby. '' Which is then followed with her unusual laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't evidence her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a good missy. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of young woman that you see in schoolhouse and joke with your admirer about her being too `` uncool '' for a suave motherfucker like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at Nox. The sort of girl that never got in any worry and the `` cool '' fry would think did n't have enough grapheme to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? wellspring maybe first I should separate you what I am and what I 'm into. The Japanese have a parole for it I guess. This I figured out after many hours of searching for my particular kind of porn. 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 picture of mass in public or at rest home desperate to pee. I 'm not a total on tribade just bi curious but in my hour of searching and watching I 've found I prefer watching adult female pee themselves. You may be thinking `` well you 're a lady friend. Just go pee yourself and save up yourself the time ''. Believe me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching girls cross their 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 backpacker was his epithet if I remember right. Anyway we were wrestling in the smoke and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his private parts a few times. Finally I asked him if he needed to go inside and use my lav. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` guys do n't call for to use toilets cuz they can pee anywhere they want ''.

I was confused by this since I 'd never seen a hombre 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 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 clip. Then he grabbed it with his fingers and started peeing on the primer coat smiling at me the totally time. I remember saying `` poise '' in a foresightful drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to hold it and point where his pee went. I jumped at the probability and grabbed a bit too hard at first making him swat at my handwriting and tell me `` not so hard ''. Loosening my clench I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a comical tingle 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 unquiet standing there half naked in front of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the side of meat of the shed and gap my wooden leg give. He moved his font in really close then until I could feel his breathing time against my thigh. Finally I felt myself start to let go. There was n't much since I did n't really need too but a niggling bit came out. Then Tommy put his hired man 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 bridge player 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 clothes back on and we went back to acting in the yard. He came over a few Sir Thomas More time that summer and sometimes he would beg me to pee for him again but even though I secretly wanted to I never could ramp up up the braveness to do it.

He and his family moved away before the start of the school yr. I had been glad at the time. Greatful that he would n't be going to schooltime and telling everyone about what happened that day. But lilliputian 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 someone that needed to pee. The more desperate they were to piss it to the bathroom the Sir Thomas More desperate I was to contact myself. Thats another neat little thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't have my first orgasm for a few more yr. The touch of rubbing my digit over myself would facilitate satisfy at least some of the growing hunger inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as sort out as I remember the shoemaker's last five arcminute of this very day. My family was taking a holiday 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 hr so she was stuck up front with my dad complaining about her flow position. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be at rest but watching and listening as her demand deepened with every pasing mile. The view was n't perfect but I could still clearly see as her hand reached down to her lap as she grabbed herself hoping that would arrest back the growing urge to let go. I watch as she crossed her stage and squirmed in her tush and I could finger my excitation building as the car rode steadily down the open road.

We had this giant van ( which never made any sensory faculty 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 preserve my trend as subtle as possible I pulled my panties down to my ankles giving me marvellous access to my twat. I continued to watch and hear as my finger ran gentle little lap around a spot I had found felt the best ( I would later attain that this is called a button but I was too new to know at the clip ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to make it and watched as a dark pool started to glut the front line of her blue jean. As I watched I felt a growing hotshot build from between my peg and up to my belly. For a second I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did feel moving ridge of pleasance pour over every inch of my body. I nearly screamed as my diminutive dead body squirmed in the rear of the van.

I looked towards the strawman rear end to my parents and thanked god that they did n't notice what was happening back there. They were far too pertain with my mom 's office to care about me. I tried to allude myself more but it was so sore there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to find out metre to make myself cum at least once every day and quite often I used that storage of my mom wetting herself in the van as motivation to crusade me over the edge.

It was n't till my adolescent 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 prison term and I had decided to commit this summer to making myself cum as many times as possible. On this picky 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 land up the job. I had tried to ignore 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 mind picked up on an melodic theme that I knew was cheating and maybe incorrect but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old blue jean and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my best to avoid my parents like most teenagers. I went to the electric refrigerator and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summer month. I poured myself a giant looking glass and fuddle 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 first signs of needing to pee.

It took a little more than half an hour before I started to finger my bladder tell me that I needed to go. I had been so excited about what I was going to do when the program had first hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first pang of need showed up but for some rationality I decided to waitress and hold it as long as I could. Another thirty moment passed and I was starting to sense 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 cipher but a pair of panties crossing my legs as pixilated as I could while my heart digit stayed wedged between my second joint stroking my clit through the flimsy cotton material. I could already find the orgasm building as the first gear drops started to seep out of my pussycat. The lovesome wetness flooded my scanty and paste over my fingers which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the logic gate open completely and I let go about the same time my coming overtook me. My ramification were shaking violently and I had to cover my mouth with my free helping hand to prevent from screaming from the ecstasy that poured through my body. The star was so inviolable I thought I may draw out from it. I felt like every bone in my entire consistence 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 pleasance continued to row through my body. I knew then that I could no longer ignore my strage fetish. It was voice of me and even though I felt a little weird and begrime afterwards it was not Charles Frederick Worth missing out on earth shattering sexual climax to feel like I was what virtually people would call formula. I also knew that I needed more of this. To experience it with somebody else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?