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The Feeling of Wet

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Being wet is, for me,the most glorious feeling. I adore it. I also adore the scent that come with it.  Last week.......


I was having a wet day. I always know, because I wake up soaked as if I’d been fucked the night before.  I then have two choices, depending on what the day has in store. If it’s a work day, then it’s sensible panties and panty liners. If it isn’t a work day, I may wear ordinary panties, or maybe “virginal” panties....the kind I wore in school....or maybe a thong, or maybe nothing!  That day, I went for a pair of bikini hi-cuts. White, with a tiny black bow on the front. I chose them because they are very thin, and the wetness would spread nicely.  Would I smell? Oh, yes! I love the smell (and taste) of my sex.  No dress today, rather a very short but flowing skirt and a t shirt. No bra. My nipples are highly sensitive....and I mean hyper sensitive....that’s why the piercings didn’t work out. i don’t really need a bra anyway. I’m still the same size now that I was when I was 14.  When im in this mood, I will want to walk everywhere. I like getting hot and sweaty...and wet of course. This will be followed by masturbation somewhere. And today’s chosen place was a coffee shop. A seat facing the window was perfect. I perched on a stool, and crossed my legs. I’ve always been able to cum by a little thigh squeezing... something I can thank the nuns for. (“Don’t cross your legs, girls. That leads to the sin of masturbation. You can orgasm like that!” Really sister? Thanks!)   theres something delicious about letting ones eyes rove around a bush mall, maybe locking onto a good looking guy or girl, and imagining them in sexual situations while squeezing ones thighs.  I found a young girl of about 20. She had an interesting face. She looked innocent, but I could imagine her cum face. I let myself think about her learning about masturbation. I thought of her in bed, touching lightly over her panties, and then what she might have done as she slipped her hand inside.  Sometimes, girls know when they’re being stared at. She raised her head and looked right at me. This was handy because I was very close. I smiled. She smiled. I decided to let my pleasure show on my face. I licked my lips and bit them, glancing down for a second. She didn’t look away, although it was obvious what I was doing.  Then, I came into my panties. She didn’t break contact the whole time. Oh, how I wished she would go to the restroom and masturbate herself. Maybe she would.  I left the coffee undrunk, and walked past her. I mouthed “thank you” at her and walked to the restroom. If she had followed me, yes, I would have....but she didn’t. In the stall, I found the full extent of the damage, I was wet from my mound to my asshole. The entire crotch of my panties was soaked. Undoubtedly, I had squirted when I came.  I spread my knees and leaned back. My fingers slipped inside so easily, and boy, my g-spot was so sensitive! Like a trigger.  I needed a pee, of course, but I knew I was going to use that. I edged myself five times. By now I was literally bursting for a pee and a cum. One more edge.....oops...nearly lost it there....and another....holy fuck.....finally, I let myself cum and pee simultaneously. I love that.  So, now I’m wet again. A brief dab with paper, (but not too much) and up with the panties.  Walking out, oh my! I knew by the time I got home, I’d have a delicious scent on my panties.....my pussy would be wet all day, but there would be a highly erotic after hint of pee too!  Something I haven’t told you yet. The neighbour across the road is a single woman of 30. She and I became friends shortly after I moved in. (Day one she presented me with a large apple pie!) I guess two single women in a street when the houses are more for large families is a rarity.  So, anyway, we spend time with each other. She is a surgeon at the hospital, and so we are in allied professions. One night, we were chilling together and on our second bottle of wine. Anyway, long story short, we ended up watching porn and masturbating together. No contact, but it was close. Real close. i arrived back and found Jackie just leaving my porch. She had popped round for a chat. It turned out that she had a boyfriend who she had discovered was two timing her. So, coffee and sympathy were needed.  We snuggled up on my garden couch and she poured her heart out. Remember, girls tend to be way more tactile that guys. We enjoy a good cry, and we enjoy a good hug too.  And hug her I did. It was only when I felt her hand on my leg that I realised what a mess she would find a little higher up!   I stopped her.  “Listen, Jackie. I’m all for this, believe me. It’s just that....I’m having a very wet day today, and....and there’s something else too. I’m kinda into peeing a little when I cum.” (Leave it there, I thought.)  she just leaned forward and kissed me.  I felt like a virgin again. I let her lead, and I let her seduce me. The exact opposite of me and Stevie when I had made the running.  Jackie got to my panties, stroked them (almost making me cum again in the process) and finally got her fingers in me whereupon I came long and hard.  I learned she was a)shaven, b)pierced (boobs and clit) and c) every bit as dirty as I am.  What we did in my garden that afternoon would make even the editors of ST blush!  I don’t know if we are more than fuck buddies right now, about I could live with this. 

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