This is a tale about a girl with a pee fetish. If you 're not into that kind of thing then you probably wo n't enjoy the news report. However if you are please read and let me know what you think of my first try at writing.

My name is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly surely how to take off my story. I could protrude with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can wait for now. Maybe it 'd be expert to impart you an thought of what I look like.

So lets start with the basics. I 'm short ... very short. Its the first affair people notice about me when I walk into a room. A few weeks ago I was walking by a group of sixth graders that were out on a field trip and as I went to hybridise the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the rest of the year ... very embarrassing. Though I think he was just as blockade when I showed him my driver 's license. It may not induce helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` little cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a bantam little thing. Thankfully the rest of my consistency is in proportion with my top. There 's just not a whole lot to me I guess. A tiny piddling waist and a butt that most men can palm like a little basketball. My knocker on the former script are ( and this may sound a bit narcissistic ) the best but that 's just my notion. Not too big and not too small. A bit more than a handfull with the perky little nipples you 've ever seen. I 've got long Robert Brown haircloth which goes down past times my waistline that I almost always keep in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as a good deal pilus 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 consume to wash out that night. Again that much hair would require a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to vogue yet keep clean everyday. I 'm a college student remember. lingo go wasting money on poppycock like that. As for my boldness ... 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 citizenry stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My lineament are sharp which goes well with my year long tan. My middle though are my favorite thing about me. Its my number one arm anytime I 've been strong up and needed a good night of fun from a guy or sometimes a girl. They are extremely benighted. Not grim but ... I think smokey would be the best full term to describe them. They work very well in sending signals like `` hey bitch do n't bed with me '' or `` hey child make out fuck me ''. When you know how to use your eye like that it makes life sentence so much easier.

What else would people 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. shot that 's what happens when you way with a basket case like Maria who is now my best Quaker. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to occur out of my plate and start speaking my mind. She always says `` eggshell a girl as little and precious as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont survive forever. flavour fade baby. '' Which is then followed with her foreign laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't order her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a unspoilt little girl. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of young woman that you see in schooling and joke with your admirer about her being too `` uncool '' for a suave whoreson like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at dark. The kind of girl that never got in any trouble and the `` cool down '' kids would think did n't consume enough character to be interesting at all.

So what made me what I am today you 're wondering ? well maybe first I should tell you what I am and what I 'm into. The Nipponese have a parole for it I guess. This I figured out after many hours of searching for my specific kind of smut. Its called omorashi I guess. Basically I have a pee fetish. I love watching multitude wet themselves. I 've spent time of day online searching for video recording of people in world or at home desperate to pee. I 'm not a wide on tribade just bi curious but in my hour 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 write yourself the sentence ''. Believe me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching miss cross their legs and hold themselves as they struggle to keep open 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 boxer was his name if I remember right. Anyway we were wrestling in the grass and I remember him stopping and grabbing and his crotch a few clip. Finally I asked him if he needed to go inside and use my toilet. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` guys do n't need to use crapper cuz they can pee anywhere they want ''.

I was confused by this since I 'd never seen a guy rope set-up before so I asked him what he meant. He took my helping hand 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 dress but also because he had an outtie where I had an innie. Yes this is what I thought at the time. Then he grabbed it with his fingers and started peeing on the ground smiling at me the whole metre. I remember saying `` assuredness '' in a farseeing drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to entertain it and betoken where his pee went. I jumped at the hazard and grabbed a bit too hard at first making him swat at my hand and tell me `` not so difficult ''. Loosening my traveling bag I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a funny prickling 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 of events. I kept telling him I needed to sit on a john to do it but he kept begging me until eventually I found myself stripping out of my shorts and panty. I was nervous standing there half defenseless in nominal head of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the side of the drop and circularise my peg open. He moved his face in really cheeseparing then until I could experience his breath 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 little bit came out. Then Tommy put his hand over my genitalia cupping me tightly. I watched as a little more pee slipped through the offer of his fingers.

I closed my legs shut tightly till he pulled his hired hand 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 playing in the cubic yard. He came over a few more prison term 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 courageousness 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 shoal and telling everyone about what happened that day. But little Tommy changed me from that power 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 Thomas More desperate they were to pass water it to the bathroom the More desperate I was to touch myself. Thats another groovy little thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't make my first orgasm for a few more years. The flavour of rubbing my fingers over myself would help fulfill at least some of the growing hunger inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as clear as I remember the terminal five min of this very day. My class was taking a vacation across state. 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 hour so she was stuck up front with my dad complaining about her stream situation. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be asleep but watching and listening as her need deepened with every pasing knot. The view was n't thoroughgoing 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 urge to let go. I watch as she crossed her ramification and squirmed in her fundament and I could palpate my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the unresolved 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 keep my bm as subtle as potential I pulled my panties down to my ankles giving me wonderful access to my kitty. I continued to watch and listen as my digit ran gentle little circles around a smirch I had found felt the best ( I would later find that this is called a clit but I was too Whitney Moore Young Jr. to get laid at the time ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to stimulate it and watched as a wickedness consortium started to flood the front of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing sensation build from between my legs and up to my venter. For a mo I thought I was going to pee too. I did n't however but I did find waving of pleasure pour over every inch of my dead body. I nearly screamed as my midget body squirmed in the cover of the van.

I looked towards the front seat to my parents and thanked god that they did n't comment what was happening back there. They were far too relate with my mom 's situation to interest about me. I tried to contact myself more but it was so spiritualist there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to find time to ca-ca 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 push me over the edge.

It was n't till my adolescent eld 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 give this summer to making myself cum as many time as possible. On this especial 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 eat up the job. I had tried to dismiss my fetish for awhile but as I sat there and tried to make myself cum again my intellect went back to that day in the van. My mind picked up on an theme that I knew was ill-gotten and maybe legal injury but I think that made it all the more exciting.

I put on some old jeans and headed downstairs to the kitchen trying my proficient to avoid my parents like near stripling. I went to the fridge and found the big jug of water mom kept in there during the hot summer calendar month. I poured myself a giant glass and drank it down as fast as I could. Then I had another. Two was all I could address 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 initiatory signs of needing to pee.

It took a little to a greater extent than half an hour before I started to feel my bladder tell me that I needed to go. I had been so excited about what I was going to do when the programme had first hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first pangs of need showed up but for some ground I decided to wait and hold it as long as I could. Another 30 mo 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 naught but a dyad of panty crossing my legs as tight as I could while my middle fingerbreadth stayed wedged between my thighs stroking my clitoris through the thin cotton material. I could already feel the coming construction as the starting time drops started to seep out of my pussy. The warm wetness flooded my panty and spreadhead over my fingers which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the gates open completely and I let go about the Saami time my climax overtook me. My branch were shaking violently and I had to hatch my lip with my justify hand to celebrate from screaming from the ecstasy that poured through my physical structure. The sensation was so strong I thought I may pass out from it. I felt like every off-white 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 undulation of pleasure continued to line through my body. I knew then that I could no longer ignore my strage fetich. It was part of me and even though I felt a little weird and dirty afterwards it was not worth missing out on land shattering coming to find like I was what most people would scream formula. I also knew that I needed more of this. To live it with somebody else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?