The Perfect Friendship: An Omo Meetup Fantasy

Imagine having a totally platonic secret friend you could meet up with and indulge in your wetting fetish together with no judgment or strings attached.  Ladies, I'm talking to you specifically:  After a hard week of work and dealing with your tyrannical boss & demanding family, you meet up with your female wetting buddy at a secret location for drinks--not necessarily the alcoholic variety but they can be if that's your pleasure.  No sexual pressure; just platonic friends into the same "hobby".  You throw back drinks until your bladder is nice & full, hop in the ride & head out to your friend's place--a totally private location where just the 2 of you will spend the weekend without distractions or demands.  Phones on 'silent'.  

Your bladder is quickly growing more taut as you look over at each other with that knowing glance, smirking with a mischievous grin.  "Friendgirl" as we'll call her steps on the gas & clutches her belly alluding to the fact that she's growing desperate.  You arrive at her condo / apartment and she fumbles with the keys a bit too long, struggling to get them in the lock before having an accident.  You're not QUITE as desperate but watching her squirm is making you wet in that 'other' special way.  She dashes to the bathroom and holds her crotch while hopping up and down, leaking one small but visible spurt into her jeans.  You both examine the damage and your heart starts to pound in excited anticipation.  "I don't know how much longer I can hold it" she says as she positions herself over a towel on the floor.  You concur & let go an equal-sized spurt to make her feel better. 

"There, see?  Now we're even."  

But that little outburst opens the flood gates, causing you to release more piss than you'd planned.  You turn away in embarrassment, genuinely surprised that you lost control like that.  "Whoa!  Are you still going?" she asks coyly, clearly hoping the answer is 'yes' so she can follow suit.  

"Yeah, but I didn't mean to.  I'm good now though.  See?"  You turn & reveal a dinner plate-sized wet spot on your grey tights.  

Comparing your partial wet spots before letting go completely

"Urrrghhghhhh!  Okay, I'm just gonna let a little more out... to ease the pressure.  You can watch to make sure I don't get carried away.  Here I go."  She spreads her legs & puts her splayed fingers over her crotch as she unleashes into her jeans.  Only problem is, she can't stop.  Even when she forcefully grabs her pussy & crosses her legs, the urine keeps flooding her pants & the floor as you stand there with your mouth agape & eyes wide. 

By now your own need is growing extreme but you want to hold on juuuust a little longer because the pressure feels so good on your g-spot.  And honestly you're super horny from seeing her grope herself & soak the floor.  If you knew she wouldn't mind, you'd excuse yourself & masturbate to peegasm right this minute, but that'd be too awkward.  You have a man & you're not gay or even bisexual... right?  Besides, this arrangement was never supposed to be sexual.  Just a strictly wetting/omo thing.

"Well I guess I'd better change out of these pissy pants now" she says as she starts toward the door, but you grab her shoulder, reminding her that you haven't even wet yourself yet.  "Wait!  Don't you want to watch me?" you say with a disappointed tone & pouty look on your face.  [Wow, what was THAT?  You're surprised by how much you want her to watch you piss yourself, almost as if you're hurt she'd leave you there to go it alone.  Get a grip!]  

"Well yeah, of course!  Were you about to go now, or...?" 

You nod in silence as you bite your lip & let it flow in your tights.  You stand there soaking yourself for what feels like an eternity in her bath tub.  And it feels SO. GOOD.

You, letting it rip in your buddy's bath tub

Her cheeks redden & she smiles.  You can tell she's aroused but uncomfortable, as she knows you're in a relationship (& not gay).  So she simply says "Haha, nice one" and exits with her wet jeans in hand & a towel around her waist.  She shuts the bedroom door behind her but leaves it cracked a tiny bit, stripping completely nude & walking into her closet out of view.  You do the same in the living room, peeling off your soaked bottoms & digging into your suitcase in search of some dry things.  What to wet next?   You choose some red lacy panties & tight-fitting sweat pants... you love how the fabric feels when it goes from dry to piss-soaked. 

While you're standing in front of the mirror looking at your new dry attire, you hear something strange coming from her room:  it sounds like... labored breathing?  You edge toward the door & listen closer:  she's playing with herself!!!  No, you must be hallucinating.  And even if she was, you couldn't dare intrude on something so private.  That's creepy.  But she DID leave the bedroom door cracked.  And she IS doing it loudly with you in the next room.  You quietly creep up to the door & peek in, where you see her squatted down like a frog rubbing herself over the closet floor.  Maybe you just need to get a closer look to verify that's what's really going on and th...

What you walk in on 🫠

Oh NO.  Shit-shit-shit.  FUCK.  Your cat-like movement (not) causes an ornament to topple from the shelf, crashing to the ground & startling her out of her masturbatory trance.   She turns to see you at the doorway watching.

"Hey look I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to intrude like that.  This is your house & if you want me to go..."  are the words that tumble out of your mouth but they feel wildly insufficient.  The shame & embarrassment hang thick in the air as your heart beats out of your chest.  This unique arrangement is probably coming to an end now because of your boneheaded behavior.  😓

"No, don't be silly!  I just got a little, uh, you know.  Carried away.  I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable.  I know we had an agreement and it will NEVER happen again.  I feel terrible" she says as she scrambles to cover her wet glistening body with the towel.

"It ...won't?  But what if I told you I was thinking about doing the same thing earlier?"  She looks stunned & confused. You continue:

"I know we agreed to no sexual stuff & I still stand by that for the most part.  I'm in a relationship & have no desire to cheat.  But we're both super turned on by this & there has to be a way we can... you know... get full satisfaction... without crossing the line.  We don't have to have sex or anything, right?  I mean we're already here together & we've seen each other wet ourselves in every piece of clothing we own.  What could be more intimate than THAT?  We shouldn't have to hide to do something we both want to do.   No nudity, no kissing & no touching each other--to me that's not cheating, it's just..... mutual enjoyment of the same stimulus."  

She stops to think a minute & appears to agree.  "I don't know, I still feel bad.  Believe me, I WANT to but I don't want you to feel any pressure from the sex-crazed "lezzie".  I'm perfectly capable of keeping things platonic & I really won't feel bad if you wanna leave early & not come back...  

"Stop.  I don't feel any pressure.  Well actually I do but it's a different kind if you get my meaning.  I think the "Platonic Ship" has already sailed, plus I do the same thing when I wet myself at home, and I'm guessing you do too, based on..." you gesture toward the closet with a sly smile.

"How did you ever guess?" Friendgirl says sarcastically.  "Here, I've got an idea" she says as she leads you into the bedroom by the hand, turning off the lights.  "What if we put on some wetting vids and keep the room nice & dark for extra privacy.  I'll keep my clothes on & you can put this blanket over yourself.  We don't even have to look at each other.  Sound good?"

"Sounds fucking AMAZING, except I'll skip the blanket if that's alright.  I get overheated when I... well, you know."  She shakes her head 'yes' & smiles.  You watch a playlist of wetting vids custom-made by your secret friend while you sit on her floor rubbing your clit through your panties, legs spread.  It feels awkward at first but you quickly get over that as you watch girls on the screen piss & moan.  This is by far the most adventurous thing you've ever done sexually & it's turning you on in ways you never imagined possible.  Pretty soon your hand is inside the panties.

And now you've got to pee again.  As you watch clip after clip of women soaking themselves in beds, cars, parks, public bathrooms & changing rooms, your bladder can hardly stand the pressure.  You wonder how your friend is holding up.  Before you can ask, her breathing becomes labored & she's climaxing, or very close to it.  You hate to interrupt but have to tell her you're about to wet the floor and ask for a towel or something else to soak up the mess.  "Fuck it, just use the floor...  I'll clean it up later."  This thought causes her to lose it.  She's cumming HARD & grabs a throw pillow to muffle her screams. 

That pushes you over the edge: now the droplets in your panties are coalescing into a stream and making a puddle beneath your ass.  You try to catch some of it in your hand but it runs right out.  The hiss is loud & long as you give in to the imminent peegasm that's been building since the moment you stepped in the door.  You lay back & put your legs in the air so you can fully soak yourself.  Suddenly it doesn't matter if you flood the floor, and you want her to see every detail as your pussy contracts & squirts through your panties.   

You at the moment of peegasm

"Oh god, I'm pissing & cumming!" you say as you rub your clit hard in circles, spraying piss all over yourself & her hardwood floor.  You're having a full-blown peegasm in front of your internet friend, and it feels DIVINE!  You shove two fingers deep inside in a half-assed attempt to stop the flood but it only makes you cum harder, & the sound of you fucking your piss-soaked pussy is clearly turning your friend on big time.  She's 100% entranced by your show, still bouncing on her fingers in the dark as she encourages you to "keep going" and "let it all out, baby".  Your panties are dripping with piss & cum as you tremble & quake, the last gush of pee spraying out wildly as your pussy convulses & you moan like a banshee.  

Unashamed

You both lie on the floor in stunned silence while you catch your breath before laughing at the scene you've just made, neither the least bit regretful.  THIS IS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT.   When you regain your strength, you wipe up your mess & talk about what just happened & where you'd like to wet yourselves next.  (You decide on the hammock on the balcony lying side by side).  You need a nap, but 1st you grab 2 tall glasses of water to rehydrate for Round 2.  

When it's all over, you each go back to your lives as if it never happened, your memories the only souvenirs of this Wonderful Wet Weekend.  You couldn't be more different in every way except one, and that's fine by you.  She's gay, you're (mostly) straight.  She's a laid-back hedonist; you're a Type A family woman with a serious career.  She's single, you're taken.  But it works because you're not looking for a best friend, lover or therapist & neither is she; you're simply looking to get this one unique need met, plus she pushes you out of your comfort zone by being so opposite.  You always leave satisfied & looking forward to your next adventure, wherever it may take you.  💦