Posted by Lionheart on February 16, 1998 at 16:12
This is another incident that happened in my college years, and is the only time that my then-girlfriend deliberately wet herself in any kind of clothing. It's not a terribly long story, but it's good. Here goes.
As I've said in earlier posts, she and I went to the same college together, and during one particular semester, she had been assigned to write a paper for a class that I can't even remember, although it had to do with historical reviews of 20th century events or something like that. Anyhow, she was having a difficult time getting started even thinking about it, and the weeks had now dwindled down to just a few days before it was due, and she was starting to feel hopeless about completing it.
She knew then that I have a somewhat easier time expressing things in writing than she did, and wanted me to help her. Actually, she did her best to sweet talk me into writing it for her, as I had some familiarity with the topic, which I now seem to remember was something to do with the Pearl Harbor attack. Being busy with my own studies, though, I was reluctant to just drop what I was doing and get tied into this for what would amount to the next two days. Sorry, I just didn't have the time.
Until, that is, she offered to pee in her pants if I wrote it.
"How long of a paper?" were the very next words out of my mouth, I think. At this point in our relationship, she knew of my fetish for wetting pants and the excitement I felt at her desperation (she had a small bladder, and had to go more often than not, it seemed).
The paper was finished and handed in within 48 hours, probably the fastest I've ever put words on paper!
Well, she got a decent grade on the paper, and we set an afternoon for her to come over when my mom and siblings were all out at school or work (I still lived at home then). Part of the deal was that I could pick what she'd wear, and I chose white cotton panties and a black body suit. I took the preparation of covering the bed with plastic, as we'd planned on her doing it laying beside or on top of me.
As we took off shoes and clothes and she changed into the body suit, she told me she had drank a good amount of Diet Coke to get ready, and that now she was about to burst. Of course, my rod was now about to burst out of my underwaer, as we both climbed into the bed, and she positioned herself by sitting just above my crotch in preparation to let go.
Now it needs to be said that she had never done anything like this before, and was never actually turned on by my interest in her wetting herself, and so I expected it might be difficult for her. This being the case, I provided the best words of encouragement and relaxation for her that I could. I had one hand on her crotch, gently stroking her mound through the fabric of the body suit as she concentrated on releasing her hot stream, while the other hand cupped her warm breast. Her crotch was very warm even before she started to pee, and I was practically trembling from the anticipation of her gusher.
After several moments, I definitely sensed that this was very difficult for her. I had had my eyes closed for a few seconds, and upon opening them to look at her, realized that she seemed to have a very strained look on her face, as if she was having to will herself to push it out rather than just relax and let go. I didn't really feel sorry for her, but definitely realized then that this kind of thing could be difficult for someone who's not really into it.
Anyway, after a few more seconds, my patience and her efforts were rewarded by a hot spurt of liquid warmth, followed by a slow, steady stream as she finally willed herself to relax enough to let go. I kissed her passionately, one hand stroking her breast, the other gently caressing her gushing, bubbling white cotton and black polyester covered crotch. Her hot gold completely drenched my underwear, which had been left on in order to enjoy her peeing on MY pants, and formed a small sea of warmth that engulfed the center of the bed where we lay.
After she finished, we kissed for a few more moments, and then she said she wanted to change, as she wasn't comfortable in sopping wet clothes. Reluctantly, I let her go then to take a shower, while I remained in bed, underwear soaked in her electric warmth, and masturbated my raging woody to a violent, thundering orgasm. (At this time, we were both still virgins, and remained so through our relationship until we went seperate ways. Our escapades always ended in heavy petting or necking and masturbation, as we both had agreed to no actual sex until marriage.
Up to that moment, nothing I'd ever done or experienced was as tremendously exciting and arousing as that incident. We experimented another time or two with wetting, but no other time involved her doing it in real clothing like this incident I've described. There's an interesting story about the time I took her flying, and she had to pee real bad at 11.000 feet, but I'll save that one for a future time. ;)
Till later,