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Found this hot girl on girl fantasy story over at experience project. Haven't been this turned on in a while hehe. Cheers,
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I rarely have truly detailed fantasies, but this popped into my head as a vague concept and wouldn't leave, so I expanded it to a full story for all of you
Obviously it hasn't happened, but I love the scenario.
So, I have a particular female friend who, aside from having a bit of a crush on, I've been dying to see wet. She says she's straight but sometimes I have my doubts; maybe that's just wishful thinking though. I think she could be little interested in wetting because she's dropped a few hints before, but she's much too shy to come right out and say it. I've never told her about my love of female wetting and desperation, but I think she suspects- one night at a party, a very drunk girl started to pee her pants and my friend caught me staring. Another night, as we were getting out of a cab coming home, she stumbled on the sidewalk and as she caught herself, I saw a small wet spot start to appear on the front on her tight jeans. Fairly drunk, she gasped, clenching down enough to stop the flow but not enough to avoid making it obvious that she had peed a little. She looked at me, waiting to see my reaction, and being more than a little drunk myself, without thinking I said "Don't worry, you look hot like that". Surprised, she giggled and said she'd been holding it for awhile, and against my better judgment I suggested we get inside before my neighbors saw anything. I didn't want to push it too far with her at that point, so when we got in I sent her up to the bathroom right away.
So anyway, the idea of wetting wasn't completely foreign to us, but it had never been specifically discussed, and neither of us had mentioned that night again. I still haven't forgotten how good she looked with that wet spot spreading across the front of her jeans, and the smaller one I noticed on her butt as she ran upstairs to the bathroom, so one day, I decide to see if I can convince her to do it again. We're spending the day together and have my house to ourselves, and we decide to go shopping. Its mid-summer, ridiculously hot out, which gives me a perfect excuse to keep encouraging her to drink more water. Her tight, light blue denim shorts are wonderfully short, exposing her gorgeous long legs and just a little bit of cheek if she leans over too far. She's petite but with legs that go on for miles. We arrive at the mall and she drags me into store after store, trying on a seemingly endless array of clothes. I try a few things on myself, but I mostly enjoy watching her bouncing around happily, laughing as she grabs my hand and pulls me into yet another shop. (For a girl who's supposedly straight, she's always been very affectionate, occasionally cuddling up next to me on the couch while we're watching a movie. Its usually only after a glass of wine or two, but definitely not enough that she's drunk, so that excuse is gone).
Finally, she selects a few sundresses from the rack and heads for the fitting room, dragging me along with her. There's only one room left and to my surprise she pulls me in with her. Before I even know what's going on, she's stepping out of her shorts and pink tank top, revealing a white bra and a pink and white striped thong. I'm impressed with my control as I fight the urge to openly gape at her, forcing my eyes away from her small, round breasts, toned stomach, and slim legs. She pulls a dress over her head and adjusts it, asking for my opinion as though this was nothing unusual. I swallow hard, keeping my voice casual as I tell her that she looks adorable. She smiles brightly and tries on the next, each time oblivious to the fact that its taking all of my willpower not to blatantly stare. After a few more minutes of deliberation, she selects two, and then insists that I try one on. Ignoring my protests that dresses look ridiculous on me, she pulls one out that she must have brought in with me in mind, and impatiently holds it out as I sigh and take it, a bit self-conscious as I pull down my shorts (the same as she's wearing) and slide off my dark blue tank top. I glance at her, and think I may have caught her sneaking a look at me in my black bra and red and black thong. I try on the dress, and to my surprise it doesn't look horrible, but I'd never wear it, so i end up deciding on a new halter top and more shorts. As we both get dressed, I notice that she seems to be fidgeting a little, and I ask if she's ok. She responds that all the water I've been making her drink is starting to hit her, and she wouldn't mind finding the restroom next. At that, I feel my panties get a little damp- I'm pretty sure she couldn't be teasing me more if she tried.
Once we pay, we head over to the restrooms next to the food court, only to find that they're out of order. I offer a silent thank-you to whatever good karma this was the result of, and point out that since we're next to the food court, we might as well get something to eat first. She pauses, and I teasingly ask her if she really can't wait long enough for a quick meal. Adorably stubborn, she claims that she's fine and can wait until I need to go. Knowing that she'll rarely turn down a burger and milkshake, surprising for someone her size, I steer us in that direction. Half an hour and a satisfying meal later, during which I watched her down a milkshake AND an iced tea, she was visibly squirming a little as we prepared to leave. Not wanting to be obvious about my hopes for the day, I immediately headed for the restrooms on the other side of the mall, conveniently taking a route by the large fountain in the middle, and feel myself getting a little turned on as I watch her hurry past it, the sound of running water clearly not helping her situation. We arrive at the restrooms and she walks faster. I can tell she's not in any danger of bursting yet, but she's definitely feeling the urge to pee. She walks in and to my surprise, I hear a muffled yelp and see her flying back out towards me. "Problem?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Clearly disgusted, she says that the floors were absolutely gross, and there was no way she was going in there. My excitement rises as I ask if she'd rather just wait til we get home, since its only about a 10 minute drive with no traffic. Judging by the six shopping bags she's carrying (not to mention the two that I'm holding for her, in addition to my own) she's had a sufficiently successful afternoon that she's ready to leave, and agrees. I drive us home, slowly down at every yellow light instead of trying to make it through before it turns red, and noticing (to my delight) that I'm almost out of gas, giving me a perfect excuse to stretch the normally short drive into over 20 minutes of watching her squirm, eventually putting her hands between her legs to hold herself. I ask her if she's ok, and she admits that she's getting pretty desperate. I feign sincerity as I assure her that I'm going as fast as I can.
I pull into the driveway and she jumps out, and I can tell by her squeak that she almost let a little out. She's bouncing by the front door with her legs crossed as she waits for me to arrive with the keys, my neighbor's sprinklers not helping. I let us in and immediately see the perfect excuse to drag this out longer: a family of deer visible through the giant picture window in my living room, complete with babies. You'd think that someone this desperate would wait to check out Bambi and his buddies until after she peed, but years of friendship have taught me that this girl is a deer fanatic. I quickly point them out as she squeals happily and apparently manages to forget her need as she just about knocks me over to get to the window. Amused, I walk over and ask if she's in the mood for venison, and she playfully smacks my shoulder, giving me the perfect excuse to grab her and tickle her sides. She gasps and laughs helplessly as she suddenly remembers her need to pee, and tells me that if I'm not careful she's going to pee her pants all over my floor. I pretend to let her up and wait until she's a few feet away and conveniently next to a chair before I pounce again, this time sitting down and dragging her onto my lap as I tickle her mercilessly. She retaliates, as this isn't our first tickle war and she never lets me win without a fight.
She knows where to attack, and I'm laughing too as she aims straight for my most sensitive spots. She suddenly stops and gasps, and I feel just a hint of wetness seep down onto my lap as she tries to jump up. "If you don't let me up right now, I am going to pee all over you!" she manages to get out in between laughs. Turned on and feeling rather bold, I respond, "Well in that case, maybe I won't let you up at all!". I look at her to see if I've gone too far, and after a brief flash of confusion, I see a mischievous grin spread across her face. She moves quickly, and I'm shocked to realize that instead of getting up, she straddles my lap. "Well, I'm not going to be the only one getting wet" she says, and I see her blush, but at the same time, I recognize her pupils dilating in a sure sign of arousal. I wiggle uncomfortably as my own panties get damp, and realize that I've been too distracted to notice my own building need. She looks at me, amused, and says in a slightly seductive tone, "Looks like I'm not the only one who has to pee". I tell her that I can wait, and unlike some people it takes more than a little tickling to make me lose control. At that, she pokes me hard in the side, laughing as she feels my muscles contract while I squeeze my legs together to keep from leaking. "Oh you'll pay for that one", I say, tickling her again with full force, and I suddenly see what I've been hoping to all afternoon- a wet spot quickly spreading across those tight shorts of hers. She hasn't lost it completely yet, but it was a big burst, getting both of us wet. "Oh my god I'm peeing, let me UP!" she squeals, and I quickly comply, turned on beyond reason but terrified that she's mad. She looks at my flushed face and sees my eyes locked on her wet crotch, and says quietly, "You wanted me to do that, didn't you?". Knowing this might be my one shot at getting what I've always wanted with her, I gather my courage, look her straight in the eyes, and respond "Yes". "Well" she says, "I don't think I can hold it much longer, and I certainly wouldn't want to get your carpet wet...", as she climbs back onto my lap.
Shocked and incredibly aroused, I let out a brief burst of my own, and she watches as a small puddle forms on top of my lap right in front of her. Emboldened by her response, I look at her and ask "You liked that, didn't you?" Smiling shyly, she responds, "Yeah, I did". I decide to throw caution to the wind and lean forward, kissing her for the first time. She reacts immediately, and in the best possible way; moving forward on my lap, legs still spread on either side of mine, returning the kiss with an energy fitting her personality. I moan slightly, and let out another burst, wetting us both. She feels it and breaks away, looking down, clearly turned on by the sight of my warm pee soaking into both of our jeans. I see another stream spray out of her own as she watches, and she tells me she can't hold on too much longer. "Go ahead", I tell her, at this point too far gone to worry, and I kiss her hard, one hand on the back of her head as our tongues meet. She lets out a long moan of her own and I feel her whole body relax as her bladder finally gives in, and her pee gushes out of her shorts and onto my lap. The warm, wet sensation is better than I ever imagined, and she looks amazing, shorts dark and glistening with pee. As the flood slows to a trickle, she pulls back and looks at me for a moment and I wonder if this was a thoroughly bad idea, but she quickly dispells that fear. "I can't believe I just peed my pants all over you!" she exclaims, embarrassed but obviously aroused. I ask her if she liked it and she says yes, pressing against me as she kisses me again. I warn her that I'm going to lose it too if she keeps that up, and breathlessly between kisses she returns my own words to me, telling me to go ahead. I suddenly feel something I never expected to: her hand on my crotch, pressing between my legs, and with my last bit of restrain I ask her if she's sure. "Yes", she answers, looking straight at me, "do it now". At that, I shudder as I release a torrent of pee all over her hand, our laps, the chair, and the floor. She begins moving her hand in circles, pressing it between my legs as I moan against her lips, and I put my own hand on her crotch, moving my fingers the way I would against my own. She moans too, letting out what is quite possibly the sexiest sound I've ever heard, and from there we're both lost in a rush of frenzied kisses and frantic rubbing as we give up all semblance of restraint. As I feel my own climax building, she gasps out, "I'm *******!" and I'm pretty sure I feel our ******* hit at the exact same time.
As we slowly come down, we look at each other, suddenly aware that we're both drenched with pee and recovering from what I assume are mutual earth-shattering *******. After the longest moment known to man, I can't take it and remark lightly, "Well, that was interesting". At that she relieves my suspense, breaking her silence with a giggle. "We're all wet!". "I noticed", I respond. "Apparently people just can't handle being tickled". "Hey" she exclaims, "That wasn't exactly my fault!" I laugh at her indignant expression and kiss her again, hoping against hope that she won't suddenly push me away. Instead, she presses her lips against mine, and I completely forget about worrying where this is headed next.
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I rarely have truly detailed fantasies, but this popped into my head as a vague concept and wouldn't leave, so I expanded it to a full story for all of you
Obviously it hasn't happened, but I love the scenario.So, I have a particular female friend who, aside from having a bit of a crush on, I've been dying to see wet. She says she's straight but sometimes I have my doubts; maybe that's just wishful thinking though. I think she could be little interested in wetting because she's dropped a few hints before, but she's much too shy to come right out and say it. I've never told her about my love of female wetting and desperation, but I think she suspects- one night at a party, a very drunk girl started to pee her pants and my friend caught me staring. Another night, as we were getting out of a cab coming home, she stumbled on the sidewalk and as she caught herself, I saw a small wet spot start to appear on the front on her tight jeans. Fairly drunk, she gasped, clenching down enough to stop the flow but not enough to avoid making it obvious that she had peed a little. She looked at me, waiting to see my reaction, and being more than a little drunk myself, without thinking I said "Don't worry, you look hot like that". Surprised, she giggled and said she'd been holding it for awhile, and against my better judgment I suggested we get inside before my neighbors saw anything. I didn't want to push it too far with her at that point, so when we got in I sent her up to the bathroom right away.
So anyway, the idea of wetting wasn't completely foreign to us, but it had never been specifically discussed, and neither of us had mentioned that night again. I still haven't forgotten how good she looked with that wet spot spreading across the front of her jeans, and the smaller one I noticed on her butt as she ran upstairs to the bathroom, so one day, I decide to see if I can convince her to do it again. We're spending the day together and have my house to ourselves, and we decide to go shopping. Its mid-summer, ridiculously hot out, which gives me a perfect excuse to keep encouraging her to drink more water. Her tight, light blue denim shorts are wonderfully short, exposing her gorgeous long legs and just a little bit of cheek if she leans over too far. She's petite but with legs that go on for miles. We arrive at the mall and she drags me into store after store, trying on a seemingly endless array of clothes. I try a few things on myself, but I mostly enjoy watching her bouncing around happily, laughing as she grabs my hand and pulls me into yet another shop. (For a girl who's supposedly straight, she's always been very affectionate, occasionally cuddling up next to me on the couch while we're watching a movie. Its usually only after a glass of wine or two, but definitely not enough that she's drunk, so that excuse is gone).
Finally, she selects a few sundresses from the rack and heads for the fitting room, dragging me along with her. There's only one room left and to my surprise she pulls me in with her. Before I even know what's going on, she's stepping out of her shorts and pink tank top, revealing a white bra and a pink and white striped thong. I'm impressed with my control as I fight the urge to openly gape at her, forcing my eyes away from her small, round breasts, toned stomach, and slim legs. She pulls a dress over her head and adjusts it, asking for my opinion as though this was nothing unusual. I swallow hard, keeping my voice casual as I tell her that she looks adorable. She smiles brightly and tries on the next, each time oblivious to the fact that its taking all of my willpower not to blatantly stare. After a few more minutes of deliberation, she selects two, and then insists that I try one on. Ignoring my protests that dresses look ridiculous on me, she pulls one out that she must have brought in with me in mind, and impatiently holds it out as I sigh and take it, a bit self-conscious as I pull down my shorts (the same as she's wearing) and slide off my dark blue tank top. I glance at her, and think I may have caught her sneaking a look at me in my black bra and red and black thong. I try on the dress, and to my surprise it doesn't look horrible, but I'd never wear it, so i end up deciding on a new halter top and more shorts. As we both get dressed, I notice that she seems to be fidgeting a little, and I ask if she's ok. She responds that all the water I've been making her drink is starting to hit her, and she wouldn't mind finding the restroom next. At that, I feel my panties get a little damp- I'm pretty sure she couldn't be teasing me more if she tried.
Once we pay, we head over to the restrooms next to the food court, only to find that they're out of order. I offer a silent thank-you to whatever good karma this was the result of, and point out that since we're next to the food court, we might as well get something to eat first. She pauses, and I teasingly ask her if she really can't wait long enough for a quick meal. Adorably stubborn, she claims that she's fine and can wait until I need to go. Knowing that she'll rarely turn down a burger and milkshake, surprising for someone her size, I steer us in that direction. Half an hour and a satisfying meal later, during which I watched her down a milkshake AND an iced tea, she was visibly squirming a little as we prepared to leave. Not wanting to be obvious about my hopes for the day, I immediately headed for the restrooms on the other side of the mall, conveniently taking a route by the large fountain in the middle, and feel myself getting a little turned on as I watch her hurry past it, the sound of running water clearly not helping her situation. We arrive at the restrooms and she walks faster. I can tell she's not in any danger of bursting yet, but she's definitely feeling the urge to pee. She walks in and to my surprise, I hear a muffled yelp and see her flying back out towards me. "Problem?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Clearly disgusted, she says that the floors were absolutely gross, and there was no way she was going in there. My excitement rises as I ask if she'd rather just wait til we get home, since its only about a 10 minute drive with no traffic. Judging by the six shopping bags she's carrying (not to mention the two that I'm holding for her, in addition to my own) she's had a sufficiently successful afternoon that she's ready to leave, and agrees. I drive us home, slowly down at every yellow light instead of trying to make it through before it turns red, and noticing (to my delight) that I'm almost out of gas, giving me a perfect excuse to stretch the normally short drive into over 20 minutes of watching her squirm, eventually putting her hands between her legs to hold herself. I ask her if she's ok, and she admits that she's getting pretty desperate. I feign sincerity as I assure her that I'm going as fast as I can.
I pull into the driveway and she jumps out, and I can tell by her squeak that she almost let a little out. She's bouncing by the front door with her legs crossed as she waits for me to arrive with the keys, my neighbor's sprinklers not helping. I let us in and immediately see the perfect excuse to drag this out longer: a family of deer visible through the giant picture window in my living room, complete with babies. You'd think that someone this desperate would wait to check out Bambi and his buddies until after she peed, but years of friendship have taught me that this girl is a deer fanatic. I quickly point them out as she squeals happily and apparently manages to forget her need as she just about knocks me over to get to the window. Amused, I walk over and ask if she's in the mood for venison, and she playfully smacks my shoulder, giving me the perfect excuse to grab her and tickle her sides. She gasps and laughs helplessly as she suddenly remembers her need to pee, and tells me that if I'm not careful she's going to pee her pants all over my floor. I pretend to let her up and wait until she's a few feet away and conveniently next to a chair before I pounce again, this time sitting down and dragging her onto my lap as I tickle her mercilessly. She retaliates, as this isn't our first tickle war and she never lets me win without a fight.
She knows where to attack, and I'm laughing too as she aims straight for my most sensitive spots. She suddenly stops and gasps, and I feel just a hint of wetness seep down onto my lap as she tries to jump up. "If you don't let me up right now, I am going to pee all over you!" she manages to get out in between laughs. Turned on and feeling rather bold, I respond, "Well in that case, maybe I won't let you up at all!". I look at her to see if I've gone too far, and after a brief flash of confusion, I see a mischievous grin spread across her face. She moves quickly, and I'm shocked to realize that instead of getting up, she straddles my lap. "Well, I'm not going to be the only one getting wet" she says, and I see her blush, but at the same time, I recognize her pupils dilating in a sure sign of arousal. I wiggle uncomfortably as my own panties get damp, and realize that I've been too distracted to notice my own building need. She looks at me, amused, and says in a slightly seductive tone, "Looks like I'm not the only one who has to pee". I tell her that I can wait, and unlike some people it takes more than a little tickling to make me lose control. At that, she pokes me hard in the side, laughing as she feels my muscles contract while I squeeze my legs together to keep from leaking. "Oh you'll pay for that one", I say, tickling her again with full force, and I suddenly see what I've been hoping to all afternoon- a wet spot quickly spreading across those tight shorts of hers. She hasn't lost it completely yet, but it was a big burst, getting both of us wet. "Oh my god I'm peeing, let me UP!" she squeals, and I quickly comply, turned on beyond reason but terrified that she's mad. She looks at my flushed face and sees my eyes locked on her wet crotch, and says quietly, "You wanted me to do that, didn't you?". Knowing this might be my one shot at getting what I've always wanted with her, I gather my courage, look her straight in the eyes, and respond "Yes". "Well" she says, "I don't think I can hold it much longer, and I certainly wouldn't want to get your carpet wet...", as she climbs back onto my lap.
Shocked and incredibly aroused, I let out a brief burst of my own, and she watches as a small puddle forms on top of my lap right in front of her. Emboldened by her response, I look at her and ask "You liked that, didn't you?" Smiling shyly, she responds, "Yeah, I did". I decide to throw caution to the wind and lean forward, kissing her for the first time. She reacts immediately, and in the best possible way; moving forward on my lap, legs still spread on either side of mine, returning the kiss with an energy fitting her personality. I moan slightly, and let out another burst, wetting us both. She feels it and breaks away, looking down, clearly turned on by the sight of my warm pee soaking into both of our jeans. I see another stream spray out of her own as she watches, and she tells me she can't hold on too much longer. "Go ahead", I tell her, at this point too far gone to worry, and I kiss her hard, one hand on the back of her head as our tongues meet. She lets out a long moan of her own and I feel her whole body relax as her bladder finally gives in, and her pee gushes out of her shorts and onto my lap. The warm, wet sensation is better than I ever imagined, and she looks amazing, shorts dark and glistening with pee. As the flood slows to a trickle, she pulls back and looks at me for a moment and I wonder if this was a thoroughly bad idea, but she quickly dispells that fear. "I can't believe I just peed my pants all over you!" she exclaims, embarrassed but obviously aroused. I ask her if she liked it and she says yes, pressing against me as she kisses me again. I warn her that I'm going to lose it too if she keeps that up, and breathlessly between kisses she returns my own words to me, telling me to go ahead. I suddenly feel something I never expected to: her hand on my crotch, pressing between my legs, and with my last bit of restrain I ask her if she's sure. "Yes", she answers, looking straight at me, "do it now". At that, I shudder as I release a torrent of pee all over her hand, our laps, the chair, and the floor. She begins moving her hand in circles, pressing it between my legs as I moan against her lips, and I put my own hand on her crotch, moving my fingers the way I would against my own. She moans too, letting out what is quite possibly the sexiest sound I've ever heard, and from there we're both lost in a rush of frenzied kisses and frantic rubbing as we give up all semblance of restraint. As I feel my own climax building, she gasps out, "I'm *******!" and I'm pretty sure I feel our ******* hit at the exact same time.
As we slowly come down, we look at each other, suddenly aware that we're both drenched with pee and recovering from what I assume are mutual earth-shattering *******. After the longest moment known to man, I can't take it and remark lightly, "Well, that was interesting". At that she relieves my suspense, breaking her silence with a giggle. "We're all wet!". "I noticed", I respond. "Apparently people just can't handle being tickled". "Hey" she exclaims, "That wasn't exactly my fault!" I laugh at her indignant expression and kiss her again, hoping against hope that she won't suddenly push me away. Instead, she presses her lips against mine, and I completely forget about worrying where this is headed next.
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