Posted by Crendo on October 01, 2000 at 01:58
From last summer to this spring, I dated a girl who taught me the pleasure of "desperation" and "wetting."
She loved to hold it until she got bursting and then wet herself. I didn't even know the existance of such pleasure (or fetish) when she first did this (which I'm going to write about in this posting), but soon I got attracted by it, and often played "watersports" with her. We got a lot of joy from them.
Her name was Beth. She was a cute girl, about 5' 3" tall, and was a 21 year old college student. She was majoring in art, and also loved music. She had a relatively good figure, so she looked really well in tight jeans or mini skirts.
It happened in the middle of last August. We were on a vacation and enjoying our time in a beach resort.
At that day, she was wearing red T-shirt and blue jeans, both her favorite ones, which looked quite attractive. We enjoyed the day on the beach, and in the evening, we went back to our hotel.
We were enjoying our dinner in the hotel restaurant. She was already drinking two beers before the main dish, and was a bit drunk, so she talked a lot.
"Hey, I'll tell you what. Do you know what I'm feeling right know?"
"Well, I have no idea."
"I feel hot, really really hot."
She was sweating, so surely she might have been hot, but the restaurant was well air-conditioned, so I thought it was a bit strange. So I asked,
"Why's that?"
Then she smiled and said,
"Oh, I've got to get out and dance around!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, never mind. It's not such a big thing," saying that, she shrinked up, and soon changed the topic.
She looked quite uncomfortable; I noticed that she was bending forward a little and rubbing her legs slightly. Her hands were nervously running on her jeans.
Soon, main dishes were served, and at that point, she got more and more fidgety.
"Beth," I asked, "You look like a person needing to go to the bathroom, you know."
"Oh, really?"
"Am I correct? You don't have to hesitate...," I said, but she quickly answered,
"Well, I'm alright. I can wait till we finish our dinner. Well..., yes, I can manage..."
From the way she said this, it was clear that she was holding her piss.
I tried to say some more, but she didn't listen and soon changed the topic, talked about something else. She even drank another mug of beer, as if it's just alright for her!
We talked about many things during dinner, but at that point, her mind was somewhere else and not at all attentive. She was crossing her legs tightly, and didn't move a muscle while eating, and when she drinks beer, she was making all her effort and fiercely tensed up. I had no idea why she kind of forced herself to drink so much.
She said she didn't have appetite and left half of her dish. I thought it's because of her desperation, so I told that to her and suggested her going to the bathroom. But she said a bit angrily,
"Yes, I need to pee. I admit this. But I'm alright! I have enough control over my own bladder!" in a hollow and restless voice. Her voice, and also her face showed her enormous agony. However, it seemed that she didn't want me to talk about her desperation anymore, so I kept quiet.
I have never seen such a weird situation, but the weirder thing was that I was getting a bit aroused and excited. It was the first time I got turned on by female desperation.
When coffee was served, she gulped down her large cup really quickly. But no doubt she was on the verge of wetting herself. She was writhing in pain. She was rubbing and jiggling her legs hard, breathing heavily. She was trying hard to maintain her balance, and restlessly changing her posture: crossing and uncrossing her legs, tilting herself. Soon she started to rock back and forth.
At that point, I couldn't stand by, so I took her hand and said,
"Stand up. It's no good for you. Go to the bathroom."
This time, she listened to my words. She tried to stand up. However, she had quite a hard time standing up and starting to walk. She finally said,
"I'm in pain... No, it's way beyond my limit! How can I hold it? I'm gonna piss in my jeans!"
We left the restaurant. She really had difficuly walking on. She used little steps and bent forward greatly. She was almost crying, furiously trying to hold the enormous amout of pee. "Oh, no, help me... I'm about to explode!"
When we finally managed to get back to our room, she ran to the toilet.
I thought it would going to take a long time for her to empty her bladder, after holding it that much.
But oddly enough, she got out of the bathroom quickly. I couldn't believe she let go all of her pee.
Anyway, she got out with mischievous, but aroused face, and squatted in front of me.
"Now I feel like I'm in heaven!" she said.
"A little while ago, I was really, really bursting. Now, I'm empty and feel like I'm a bird!"
Her voice was still hollow and trembling.
I thought, "Her bladder must be still very full."
I didn't know why she had played such a fool, but anyway, I was getting completely turned on by her weird behavior.
She was pushing her left hand between her legs tightly, and still bending forward a little. She was squatting, shaking herself restlessly to keep her balance and quivering.
She then said to me,
"Why don't we go to the sea?" and suddenly started to walk out of the room. I ran after her. She made her way quickly to the elevator. Soon we got out of the hotel.
"It's good to see the ocean in the night," she said and led me to the beach. I didn't know what to say, and followed her quietly.
The beach was lighten up, and there were still a few people there. She was staggering, rahter than walking. She sometimes stopped and danced about. Her hands were tightly pushed between her legs. She didn't say anything and went on and on fast, until we got to the sea.
And then, a surprising thing happened. She took off her shoes, socks and T-shirt, leaving only jeans, and then went into the sea. She cut her way into the sea, and after a while, she sat down. Her jeans were all wet -- wet with the seawater, and pee, I'm sure.
I looked at her really aroused. I frantically wanted to hold her.
About two minutes later, she came back with soaked jeans. She was smiling, and put on her shoes, socks and T-shirts again quite calmly.
"Let's go," she said.
"You can't go back to the hotel with those soked jeans," I said.
"Well, then, go to the car," she said.
We went to our hotel's parking space, and got into the car. We made love.
After that, she wrung the wet jeans and wore that again. It was about ten o'clock. We finally went back to our hotel room.
Next morning, she said in an embarrassed look,
"I'm very sorry I played such a fool yesterday... I don't know what to say, but I got too drunk..."
I answered, "Well, that's alright with me. After all, it wasn't bad at all. Maybe I liked that."
"Really?" she said, and added,
"Then, what do you say if I did it again?"
"Well, I don't feel bad... actually, it might be a good idea, you know..."(we both were a little roundabout)
And that day, she got desperate again, this time early in the afternoon, and got wet in the sea, wetting her cut-off jeans.
In this way, our "wet" days began.
This is all what I wanted to write. Tell me what you thought about this.