Dear WetSet

My name is Tansu, and my first letter about my wet experience with a girl called Heidi appeared in Issue #41 of Wet Set. I decided that I should tell you more about the time when I was growing up. It is the same as the experience of another girl I read about in Wet Set but she describes it better.

I was shy and nervous when I was younger, and I would also become fearful in groups. One day, I had togive a presentation at college and the people standing up to speak were drawing closer. I knew I would be next and fear provoked a helpless feeling of sexual excitement and an uncontrollable need to wet my pants.Then my name was called.

I climbed unsteadily to my feet, legs trembling and heart pounding. I made a mistake. I should have looked only at my paper but instead I looked quickly around and all those eyes were staring back at me. It was then that my body betrayed me, I was gripped by a spasm of fear which sent a strong squirt of urine into my panties. My face grew hot and voice almost deserted me when I tried to read aloud. As I spoke I was periodically seized by fresh spasms, each one sending another hot squirt into my panties and running down my legs.

Afterwards I burned with shame at the memory, but later on, I have to say that I sought to arrange similar events and endured the nervous fear and involuntary wetting just so I could experience the pleasure of sexual release at the height of it. Also in those days I would wet the bed at times if I had some drinks before bed and halfway through the night I woke up with a strong desire to pee. Then I knew at last it was going to happen. I lay waiting on my right side, legs together and finally a hot trickle spread through my panties, ran over my right leg wetting the front and back and soaking into the sheets beneath me. The sensations and the feeling of doing such an unusual and taboo thing in bed brought my body to the height of excitement as I expected, and by the time I had finished writhing and turning and all the time spraying my legs with pee, my body finally surrendered to the bliss of a long trembling (and totally delicious) orgasm.

By then I was older, maybe nineteen and understanding such things much better. But I didn’t do it again at home because of the trouble it caused. I waited until I had an apartment of my own and for special occasions would celebrate tea with a bottle of wine with a friend. But my real secret pleasure was of course what would happen later that night when after a long struggle with temptation I would wet the bed and once again embrace the bliss which goes with it.

One day, after I had met Heidi we visited a carnival and really it was quite exciting. Then I saw the acrobats and Heidi asked: ‘What is wrong?’ She probably asked because I was standing quite still as if in a trance. I said: ‘Watching them has an effect on me. I don’t know why. Years ago my parents took me to Fasching and I was transfixed by the acrobats and gymnasts and the graceful and effortless way their bodies moved. And as I stood regarding their beauty, I felt a sad, sweet ecstasy which came at last to focus between my legs and at that moment I began to wet my pants. The feelings were so intense I also reached an involuntary climax but fortunately for me my parents noticed nothing of this. So now you know why I look at the acrobats and it still makes me feel I want to wet myself.’

Heidi at once became interested and asked: ‘Are you going to do it then? Good, well I will watch and see how it happens.’ I said: ‘No I don’t think so, I will save it for a later time to think about when I am alone. Here it is too public.’ Heidi said: ‘Well you know your problem, you are too repressed. You should do what your body is telling you.’ I said: ‘Well all is not lost, the sight is provoking stimulating feelings in my cunt.’ Heidisaid: ‘You should not say that word, it is rude.’ I asked: ‘Why not? It is just a word. It means nothing to me but I like it anyway. And besides what should I call her then, not a cat, that is ridiculous.’ Heidi said: ‘Pussy.’ I replied, ‘I don’t care, I am not calling her an animal. You should be more proud of your cunt which is a woman’s treasure of great beauty.’ Heidi was annoyed but I was just getting back at her for calling me repressed.

Then it was Heidi’s turn to show how she was independent. I suspected it might happen this way because carnivals excite her and make her want to do it. She was wearing very tight jeans and had cut them off like haute pants. This has the effect of bringing men’s eyes to her legs, which are actually very attractive and yes, she had started to piss in the crotch, which now showed a dark stain.

Of course people were noticing and men especially, which pleased Heidi a lot, but we didn’t stay too long in one place.

After a while Heidi became more daring and with three men watching let a quick squirt go with her legs a little parted. I saw it sparkle briefly before the ground received it. Heidi pretended to be engrossed in a sideshow, but of course she was really studying the watchers carefully. She is quite clever too, for she then stole my jacket to hold in front from time to time (as if it was an accident), because you know, if men see only a wet crotch, after a time they lose interest. But if they think they see a glimpse of one, then they are much more interested and cannot resist watching just to make sure. Heidi then remarked: ‘You see, it is getting to them, their cocks are standing out, all of them. This is a good thing.’

Well I suppose so because by the time we get back to her apartment Heidi will need calming and of course that is the part I like!

XX Tansu

tansu_e@hotmail.com