i had known for quite a while that i was fascinated by the idea of people wetting themselves-i remember having an accident at the age of 3 or 4 and looking at my knickers drying feeling almost proud that i was responsible.....but the first time i ever wet deliberately was when i was in my early twenties.
it was a hot summer day and i was sitting outside in my back garden on my patio doing some revision for a test. i was wearing denim cutoffs and a vest top, together with pale blue hi-leg panties. Suddenly i felt a strong urge to pee and jumped out of my chair to run to the toilet. Then something made me pause. I was alone in the garden, there was a high fence between me and the neighbours and I had been contemplating for a while what it would feel like to actually wet myself as an adult. So what better time to try it?
I sat back down in my chair and concentrated hard on trying to let the pee flow.It was a lot harder than I thought it would be and eventually I moved so I was standing on the concrete area. Then, stood with my legs slightly apart, my desperation overcame the innate resistance to wetting myself and I felt the first spurt of pee pass into my panties. My immediate response was to clasp down with my bladder to stop any more pee escaping, but i forced my self to relax and soon the pee was gushing out with so much force i couldn't have stopped if i had wanted to. at first it ran along the seams at my crotch, then started running down the inside of my left leg and onto the floor. Finally it soaked my other leg as well and by then i was standing in a puddle of my own pee. my overriding impressions were of how hot it was, and, of course how good it felt! I stripped off my shorts and threw them in the washing machine, but left on my soaking panties and sat for a while in the garden just wearing those, enjoying the wet feeling......
does anyone else remember their first time so vividly?
it was a hot summer day and i was sitting outside in my back garden on my patio doing some revision for a test. i was wearing denim cutoffs and a vest top, together with pale blue hi-leg panties. Suddenly i felt a strong urge to pee and jumped out of my chair to run to the toilet. Then something made me pause. I was alone in the garden, there was a high fence between me and the neighbours and I had been contemplating for a while what it would feel like to actually wet myself as an adult. So what better time to try it?
I sat back down in my chair and concentrated hard on trying to let the pee flow.It was a lot harder than I thought it would be and eventually I moved so I was standing on the concrete area. Then, stood with my legs slightly apart, my desperation overcame the innate resistance to wetting myself and I felt the first spurt of pee pass into my panties. My immediate response was to clasp down with my bladder to stop any more pee escaping, but i forced my self to relax and soon the pee was gushing out with so much force i couldn't have stopped if i had wanted to. at first it ran along the seams at my crotch, then started running down the inside of my left leg and onto the floor. Finally it soaked my other leg as well and by then i was standing in a puddle of my own pee. my overriding impressions were of how hot it was, and, of course how good it felt! I stripped off my shorts and threw them in the washing machine, but left on my soaking panties and sat for a while in the garden just wearing those, enjoying the wet feeling......
does anyone else remember their first time so vividly?
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