This is a story about a girl with a pee fetish. If you 're not into that kind of thing then you probably wo n't relish the story. However if you are please translate and let me get it on what you think of my first try at writing.

My name is Michelle I 'm 19 and just started college. I 'm not exactly sure how to start my story. 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 safe to afford you an idea of what I look like.

So lets start with the basics. I 'm brusque ... very short. Its the first matter multitude notice about me when I walk into a room. A few workweek ago I was walking by a group of one-sixth graders that were out on a field trip and as I went to frustrate the street away from them one of the chaperon 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 cause helped that I flipped him off after he called me `` little cutie ''.

So yeah I 'm a tiny minuscule matter. Thankfully the sleep of my body is in proportion with my stature. There 's just not a all lot to me I guess. A tiny little waist and a butt that most men can handle like a short basketball. My boobs on the other hand are ( and this may sound a bit narcissistic ) the best but that 's just my opinion. Not too big and not too small. A bit more than than a handfull with the perkiest piddling nipple you 've ever seen. I 've got long brown hair which goes down retiring my waist that I almost always continue in a ponytail. I 've found when you 've got as much hair 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 have to lave out that night. Again that a great deal hair's-breadth would involve a lot of hairspray and a ton of shampoo to dash yet keep clean everyday. I 'm a college student remember. Cant go wasting money on stuff like that. As for my human face ... well people tell me I 'm cute. I 've been called pretty and beautiful before but when you 're a tiny girl like me nigh masses stick with cute. I 'm not complaining though. My lineament are sharp which goes well with my year long tan. My eyes though are my best-loved thing about me. Its my telephone number one weapon anytime I 've been concentrated up and needed a good night of fun from a guy or sometimes a girl. They are extremely dark. Not black but ... I think smokey would be the best full term to identify them. They work very well in sending signals like `` hey beef do n't have it off with me '' or `` hey child come fuck me ''. When you know how to use your center like that it makes living 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. Guess that 's what happens when you room with a basket case like Maria who is now my best Quaker. She forced me ( quite quickly ) to come out of my racing shell and pop speaking my mind. She always says `` cuticle a girl as niggling and cute as you can get away with anything. So do what you want. But it wont live on forever. flavour fade sister. '' Which is then followed with her unknown laughing fit which is a bit annoying. Just do n't severalise her I said that.

I guess I have always been looked at as a unspoiled girl. Maybe a bit nerdy too. The kind of young woman that you see in schoolhouse and jest with your champion about her being too `` uncool '' for a suave motherfucker like yourself but who you then secretly jerk off to at nighttime. The kind of girl that never got in any problem and the `` cool '' nipper would think did n't have enough role 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 word 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 voodoo. I love watching people wet themselves. I 've spent 60 minutes online searching for videos of the great unwashed in public or at base desperate to pee. I 'm not a entire on sapphic just bi odd but in my hours 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 bring through yourself the clip ''. consider me I 've done that too but I 'll get into that later. Something about watching girls cross their stage 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 schooltime. Tommy Packer was his name if I remember aright. Anyway we were wrestling in the forage 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 john. I remember him puffing up all of a sudden and saying `` guy do n't involve 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 hired hand and we walked over to the toolshed by our fence. He looked around a few time 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 time. Then he grabbed it with his fingers and started peeing on the ground smiling at me the unharmed time. I remember saying `` cool '' in a foresighted drawn out way. After a bit he stopped and asked if I wanted to take for it and betoken where his pee went. I jumped at the opportunity and grabbed a bit too hard at low gear making him swat at my hand and tell me `` not so unvoiced ''. Loosening my clutch I pointed him towards my fence and he started peeing again. As he was going I felt a funny story tingle between my own wooden 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 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 circuit and pantie. I was spooky standing there half naked in nominal head of him but he kept saying it was alright so I squated down against the side of meat of the molt and circulate my ramification capable. He moved his face in really stuffy then until I could sense his intimation 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 genitals 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 helping 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 curtilage. He came over a few more times 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 kinsperson moved away before the beginning of the school day class. I had been glad at the clip. 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 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 someone that needed to pee. The more despairing they were to pee-pee it to the bathroom the more desperate I was to adjoin myself. Thats another groovy little thing I discovered not long after that day. Granted I would n't have my first orgasm for a few more twelvemonth. The tactile sensation of rubbing my fingerbreadth over myself would help fill at least some of the growing thirst inside me.

I remember when it happened for me as crystalize as I remember the lowest five minutes of this very day. My family was taking a vacation across commonwealth. We were out in the center 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 minute so she was stuck up front with my dad complaining about her current state of affairs. I sat in the backseat with sunglasses on pretending to be asleep but watching and listening as her motivation deepened with every pasing mil. The view was n't complete but I could still clearly see as her 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 pegleg and squirmed in her hindquarters and I could sense my excitement building as the car rode steadily down the unfold 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 rear. 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 celebrate my movements as subtle as possible I pulled my step-in down to my ankle joint giving me marvellous access code to my kitty. I continued to watch and listen as my finger ran gentle little band around a dapple I had found felt the undecomposed ( I would later see that this is called a clit but I was too young to know at the clip ).

I heard my mom say she was n't going to make it and watched as a dingy consortium started to flood the social movement of her jeans. As I watched I felt a growing sensation human body from between my legs 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 in of my consistence. I nearly screamed as my tiny body squirmed in the back of the van.

I looked towards the battlefront seat to my parents and thanked god that they did n't notice what was happening back there. They were far too bear on with my mom 's situation to interest about me. I tried to touch myself more but it was so spiritualist there that I found I could n't. From that day on though I made sure to get hold clip 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 motivation to push me over the edge.

It was n't till my teenage years that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one good afternoon in the summertime and I had been in my elbow room masturbating. I think I was 15 at the clip and I had decided to give this summer to making myself cum as many times as possible. 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 ignore 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 brain picked up on an idea that I knew was lousy and maybe wrongly 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 almost teenagers. I went to the fridge and found the big jug of piss 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 deal though so I put the jug back in the fridge and headed up to my room. I turned some music on and sat back waiting for the for the first time signs of needing to pee.

It took a little more than half an hour before I started to feel my bladder tell me that I needed to go. I had been so rouse about what I was going to do when the plan had beginning hit that I thought I would go as soon as the first pangs of demand showed up but for some rationality I decided to wait and hold it as long as I could. Another 30 bit 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 cypher but a duet of panty crossing my legs as loaded as I could while my midsection finger stayed wedged between my second joint stroking my clit through the thin cotton cloth. I could already sense the orgasm construction as the first drops started to seep out of my pussy. The warm wetness flooded my panties and spread over my digit which now rubbed furiously over my clit.

Soon I felt the gates open completely and I let go about the same meter my orgasm overtook me. My legs were shaking violently and I had to cover my mouth with my free paw to keep from screaming from the ecstasy that poured through my body. The sensation was so strong I thought I may authorize out from it. I felt like every ivory in my total trunk had been removed and I had been reduced to some kind of jelly.

I finally collapsed on my bed still squirming as the wafture of pleasure continued to path through my trunk. I knew then that I could no longer ignore my strage fetish. It was part of me and even though I felt a little weird and unclean afterwards it was not worth missing out on earth shattering coming to experience like I was what near people would cry normal. I also knew that I needed to a greater extent of this. To experience it with soul else maybe. There had to be others out there like me right ?