Wetting My Panties

I think I've talked about this before, but I'm going to talk about it again.

I love panties.  Bra and panty sets, certainly, but I love me some panties.  Where other women have shoes, I have panties.  I own way, way too many, some of which I never use.  For someone who spends a fair amount of her time not wearing panties for various reasons, I certainly own enough of them.

I know a lot of guys like thongs, and a lot of gals too.  Me, I've never really cared for them.  They have their place in the pantheon of panties, but for the most part I don't think I look that good in them.  I prefer bikini cut.  But there is a place for thongs, and that's when I really feel like having my panties pulled aside and a cock stuck in there.  I can do that with any set of panties, but the thong really lends itself to that approach.

I've gone out with a few guys who liked me in thongs, so I do own some.  And there is something enticing about seeing a thong above a girl's waistline, I'll admit.  I know people think it's trashy or slutty, but it turns my crank.

I dated a guy who might have been more into panties than I was for a while.  He wasn't a specialist; he liked all kinds.  When he was feeling dominant and I was going submissive, I'd pull out panties I got from the childrens' section of the store (well, Junior Misses probably, or whatever they're calling it these days).  I don't have many of those pairs left because they all got "ruined" in the act, and he kept some.  I'm not judging.  If I'd fucked me wearing them, I would have wanted a souvenir too.

But he liked to do the really rough stuff with thongs.  We weren't doing any hardcore BDSM or anything, but if I wore a thong it invariably wound up being ripped off me.

That's not what I'm here to talk about.  I got off track.

He also liked watersports.  It was a control thing for him.  He was never the submissive.  Had I been looking for a life-partner, I don't know that I would have tried to make it work, but I wasn't and at that point in my life I was feeling submissive.  So I never pissed on him, but I got a lot of piss on me in various ways.

Some of it was pretty standard stuff.  He'd strip me naked, take me to the bathroom, and make me pee so he could watch.  Sometimes it was just squatting in the tub and peeing, and then he'd stick his cock in my mouth and we'd go from there.  Sometimes he wanted me to get in awkward positions so I would pee all over myself.  Sometimes he had a glass and I'd piss in that and drink it.

He also liked to use me as his urinal.  I'd lean my head back over the toilet and he'd pee on my face.  In my mouth, my face, my hair, whatever.  Or he'd put his cock in my mouth and make me drink straight from the tap until he was empty and could get hard and get sucked.

But, and this is where the panties come back in, he also liked me to piss myself.  That's where some of the little girl panties got ruined.  Not that you can't wash out piss, but after a while, and frenetic activities that followed, they weren't much use any more.

We never did diapers, for which I'm grateful because I don't find them sexy either.  Uncomfortable.  I never wear pads, so diapers are just that turned up to 11.  But whenever the mood struck us (more him, but I wasn't being forced by any means) I'd pop on a pair of panties and stand in the tub and wet them but good.

And the thing is, it's sexy to me.  It's weirdly sexy to just let go and wet your panties.  Lord knows I wet my panties with pussy juice often enough (another thing which necessitates replacing them at intervals).  Rather than just a stream, it's like an upwelling which spreads warmth over my crotch and trickles down my legs.

Then he started wanting me to do it in public.  It started just outdoors.  We'd go for a walk somewhere secluded, me wearing a skirt, and at first he just wanted me to hike that up and pee for him.  Then he asked if I would wet myself.  We brought some things to clean up with and went to our usual spot.  I wore a nice short skirt and hoped I wouldn't wet that too.  It was a little hard to relax, honestly, because I didn't want to get piss all over my skirt.  But eventually, with some coaxing, I did it.  So that became the go-to thing whenever he wanted to see me wet my panties.  We'd clean up a little, I'd ditch my soiled underthings in a plastic bag, and on we'd go.  Or we'd fuck.  Whatever.  It was a little risky and thrilling and I enjoyed myself once I got past the nerves.

Then he wanted me to do it in pants.  He said he wanted to see the wetness spreading.  So I just brought a skirt to change into.  That was an easier thing to get into; I was already doing it, so what difference did it make if I wet my pants too?  He liked that a lot, liked it even more when I peeled the soiled things off and was naked from the waist down, liked that so much that I didn't get to put my skirt on for a while because he bent me over and fucked me hard without me cleaning up at all.

Then he wanted all that, but in actual public.  I don't want this to seem like it was a one-way street; I got plenty from him too.  This was just his thing he wanted to do.  I wasn't sure.  But frankly, it sounded like it might be sexy fun.  So I wore dark pants (that's key if you don't want it to be super-obvious) and we went out walking in more traveled areas, and at a certain point, not in a crowd but with people around, he whispered to me, "Do it now, baby.  Pee your pants like a dirty girl."

It would tough working up the nerve.  I'm no stranger to risky sex or to strange sexual things, and I still had a tough time letting go.  But finally a dribble became a trickle became a stream.  I had stored up more than I bargained for and I couldn't stop the waterworks in time, and I wound up quite wet, and while it wasn't obvious at a glance, it wasn't exactly hidden either.  I had a huge wet spot over my cunt and ass and it extended down my legs.

And we walked around like that for a few minutes, with him surreptitiously putting his hand on my ass to feel the wetness whenever people weren't looking.  But it turned both our cranks hard, and we didn't last long before we both looked at each other and said, almost at the same time, "We need to get somewhere so we can fuck."  We didn't make it back home; we wound up, if I recall, in a copse of trees which probably didn't hide as much as we would have liked.  But my god the sex was hot.  The risk and adrenaline and wetness and wrongness of it all had me cumming like a freight train, and he spent a huge load inside me which joined the piss in my panties as we walked home.  I think I was probably walking funny, but no one said anything.

And at home (I say home; it was his place and I wasn't living there) clothes all were ripped off and we fucked again, rough and sweaty, right inside the door.  Then he took me to the bathroom, pulled my pants back up, and told me to finish the job, so I released and got even wetter, to which he added his own stream, and pretty soon I was pretty much soaked all over.  And as soon as he finished pissing all over me, he bent me over the edge of the tub and fucked me raw.  Hot hot hot.  And then he had more, so he just pissed all over my ass and then almost immediately, as I was still getting my breath back, was back inside me again.  Super hot.

I drew the line there.  He wanted other things, even further down the line, but I wasn't willing to wet myself in a crowd or in the library or any of the other places he suggested.  I think that sex might have been the apex of our relationship.  I didn't intend it to be, but I was also getting a bit bored with him.  I'm not particularly proud of that, but in my youth I was a sucker for novelty, and dating him, while it was never totally monogamous, cramped my style.  He wasn't open to having an MMF threesome, although we'd had several with another girl, and I really wanted some DP so we sort of drifted apart. It didn't happen all at once; we kept it up for a while, and the piss play continued to be hot, but eventually we both said, "I guess we need to see other people to get our needs met," and went our separate ways.  For a few months after that, if either of us were feeling particularly feisty, booty calls would be made, but I had already found someone else who was more inclined to my tastes.

We did stay in touch for a while.  He found a super-submissive girl who would do pretty much whatever he wanted.  I was happy for him.  I've never been a very good sub; I can play the part for a bit, but I chafe under a leash.  I remember the last time we met up, not knowing it would be the last time.  He wanted to piss down my throat.  That was the last time I remember choking on a cock, really choking.  He held the back of my head and I got his cock, not really hard but grown enough, into my mouth and down, and he let go and I just about threw up.  It wasn't unpleasant, but it kicked in my gag reflex.  He wouldn't let me up and I thought I was going to spew piss out of my nose and possibly eyes.  Not something I'm in a hurry to try again.  Golden enema or douche, absolutely, if I can find a rara avis who can piss hard.  But golden throat?  It kind of turned me off to watersports for a while, because the urine taste got mixed with bile and was just unpleasant.

I'm saying all this because Sveta and I have been experimenting with a little watersports ourselves.  It's been a while since I've done it, and Sveta has never, but we saw some piss porn the other day and both were turned on, so we talked about it and decided to give it a go.  Right now, we're just doing some peeing while mutual masturbation is going on, but Sveta insists she wants to taste it while she's eating me out, so it's only a matter of time.

Basically, I'm the luckiest woman in the world.  But that wouldn't make for much of a blog post, would it?