Wetting Ch. 02

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She's wetting her way home.
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Part 2 of the 5 part series

Updated 10/03/2022
Created 03/07/2005
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Tonight before class I forgot to grab a caffeine- and sugar-free drink from my car so I had to buy a coke from the machines. I was typing to a friend during class, when you surprised me by talking to me through Yahoo!, which I didn't know I could use from on campus. We had a sweet exchange, working out problems and phrasing caresses at each other. I paid attention and participated in class, too, and all was well. Then class ended, I packed up my things, and I got up to leave when I realized something.

The caffeine in the Coke had done its usual thing and I had a warmly full bladder. It distracted me from worrying about kidnappers and rapists as I walked to the parking lot I'd put my car in. I didn't plan anything specific, just had certain thoughts percolating in my brain as my feet crushed the frozen ground.

When I reached my car, my thoughts came to a head. I wished you could be there, but wasn't going to let your absense stop me from doing it – which I hope you don't mind. I opened my car door and put my things into the passenger seat. I bent into the car over them as if making sure that everything was there and spread my legs perhaps as far apart as my shoulders were wide. I had to go pretty badly by then.

I released something inside me and a few moments later gripped it tight again. It was quite cold out and the stream felt hot as it hit my thigh. I think I jerked away from it, and next felt it at my other knee. I could feel it running down both legs, still hot but no longer shocking. More pleasant. I looked down, but because I was bent forward the front of my skirt was touching the pavement, so I couldn't see until I straightened and backed up a bit.

On the parking lot below me were four wet little amoebas, each about the size of the ring I can make with thumb and forefinger. Two were separate, with their frilly little edges, and the other two looked like they were finishing fissioning off from each other: tangent, but not the same body. I moved to get into the driver's seat and felt my wet self make contact with the car seat through my thin skirt. I wondered if I got it wet. My right leg was wet from the thigh to just above my knee. My left was wet from the knee down. But it was my pussy that I thought would be most likely to make the car seat damp.

I thought about telling you all the way home, wondering how best to please you with a description of what had happened. I parked my car three spaces from the stairs and thought about when I would wet this parking lot, when I would wet my jeans walking up the stairs. I went inside, my thoughts racing, thinking about the wetting I could do for you, and maybe this part will seem dumb, but I went to my room and rooted through my closet for the perfect, slightly tight pair of jeans.

I slipped off my skirt and noticed a cold spot on my leg from where the hem had gotten slightly wet. I hadn't realized that I'd gotten the skirt. I put on the jeans and my clit pulsed happily at what I was going to do in them. I buttoned the jeans and then took my bra off, just because I was feeling sexy, and wasn't going very far. I could feel the weight of my breasts, now that they weren't being supported, and it felt good. I really had to pee by now, since what I'd done in the school parking lot had hardly taken the edge off, and it was some fifteen minutes later now.

I walked out the door into the cold and almost skipped down my wooden steps. I counted; there were thirteen of them. Then I turned around and thought about letting go for a moment. When I could feel the burn near my vaginal lips I knew I was ready. I started up the stairs, willing the liquid out of my pussy and into the denim that cupped them. Another step and I felt it start, running warmly into the crotch of my jeans. As I kept slowly climbing, I kept peeing, and I felt the warm fluid start running down my legs and (unfortunately) into my shoes. At that point I hurried up and went for my door, telling my body to hold what was left.

I walked down my hallway to the big mirror in my office before I even dealt with my soggy shoes, and turned around to see my backside. It was lovely, a triangle extending from halfway down my ass almost to the bottoms of the legs, clear in darkened denim against the dry parts of my pants. I had a lot to tell you about tonight. I looked forward to it.

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 19 years ago
Loved all three stories

As a discrete "fan" of wet sex, I loved your joyous eroticism in your wetting and especially your wet T "contest." Whether you know it or not, you are a remarkable woman. Despite it's obvious childhood origins, many of both sexes are in denial or have forgotten the joy of luxuriating in the warm delight of just letting go. What a joy it can be to feel the hot warmth alone, or still better, shared. Thank you for sharing. I just wish there were more women in touch with this source of pleasure.

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