Posted by MostlyMel on December 03, 1998 at 00:30
I've been lurking about for weeks and I guess I might just as well take the bloody plunge so here I go.
I don't know any women these days into watersports but growing up I did know one lass who, when I think hard about her, seems more peculiar each time. She is/was most definitely a ws lover. She was the daughter of a good friend of my mum's and, over time, became a good friend of my own. I first met her when we weren't more than perhaps 7 or 8 and right from the beginning I remember her love for wetting. She wasn't shy at all about it but rather quite open. We were the only children in about my building and we went to school together. As a matter of convenience, we often ended up playing together at this and that and I can distinctly remember at least 3 separate occasions in which she wet herself in the small garden behind our place. Twice, I remember, she had complained of needing to go to the toilet and had not wanted to return home. Rather, she had simply squatted, wearing an airy sundress, and went through her undies in the grass. The most surprising to me, however, was the day she was wearing a pair of knickers and simply wet herself. We were about 9 years of age at that point and she said, after complaining about he need to wee, "I really don't want to walk all the bloody way back home." And then, to my astonishment, she said, "I'm just going to go in may knickers" as a stain spread forth from between her legs and all the way to the ground. I didn't understand my excitement at the time but was quite entranced by the sight. She was a pretty little lass.
She continued to wet herself, even in front of our friends, right up until the age of 13. I remember the very last time she did it we were together with two others on a train. We still had a long way to our destination and she had started complaining of the need too wee since we left. The old train had no loo of course and she made quite a show of her desparation. Finally she said, "this is silly. I'm just going to go right here." She hardly left time for our reaction before her crotch darkened and a puddle began to spread from below her bum and drain to the floor below. It was so simply stated and done it was astounding. She either simply didn't care that she had done it in public or perhaps she was aroused. I know I was aroused.
After that, I remember no other occurances until we were adults. That is, onfortunately, for another post. I'm off to sleep and shall bid you bye for now.
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