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[I posted this at Wet Set, but thought it might bring back some memories relevant here, too.]
While I was looking at some pictures on the net one of them was of a young looking woman who reminded me of a girl I knew when I was a kid. I was between 10 and 11, she much 'older', perhaps almost 12, a friend of the family's who I'd known for years. I mostly saw her on summer vacations, rarely during the year. At 12 she wasn't grown, for sure, in fact, I'm not sure she had breasts at all, but she had curves and to me at the time was very mature. And god, cute. Dark black, straight hair, a cute ass, long legs, and a very pretty face. She was playful and we used to swim, go for walks and generally hang out the two of us. Sometimes we'd play with other kids, including her counsin who was just a little younger than me, a girl. I'll call my friend Karen. I ate at her house, an early dinner as we were going to a square dance. The late afternoon was very hot. After dinner we had maybe an hour before her mom was going to drive us, so she went to change into her dress, and we walked to a creek near her house. We had to go down a pretty steep path, but it was no problem. We were both barefoot, our usual condition durinf the summer. I can't say I was really attracted to Karne, although I thoguht she was pretty, but I did like her a lot. I was pretty innocent. Nothing was particular out of the ordinary as we walked in the creek and along side of it, me keeping my pants dry, and having a hard time since I kept having to hold them up, and she having an easier time with her dress, which was stiff (square dance style) and relatively short. I remember seeing her panties a few times when she'd bend down. White cotton. The usual. I had a watch and at some point I remember talking about having to leave in ten minutes. But just after that Karen said, "I really need to go now." I asked her why, and she just said, "I really need to go." I didn't think much of it, but said sure, and we began to walk back toward the path that led up the the bank and her house. The walk to the path was no more than five minutes, tops. But Karen was in a big hurry, and said little. Her mood changed really fast, and I kept thinking it was my fault. We didn't speak. Karen was walking faster and faster, almost running. Finally I asked what was going on and she said she really had to get to a toilet. Then it made sense, and although even at ten (and younger) I loved girls having to pee, I didn't think much of this. I had been with Karen when she went to the bushes to pee, and remember her once peeing in her bathing suit at the ocean. I liked that a lot. We got to the path and I was at this point ahead of Karen and began to walk up. We had to hold on to small bushes on the way up, and I was going carefully, but I thought pretty quickly. Unlike her, Karen just pushed past me, and went ahead. Not bad, I realized, since from behind her I had a wonderful view right up her dress of her cute pantie covered ass. I felt myself getting hard as I studied her panties...pure white. I loved the look of them. All of a sudden Karen frooze, grabbed herself under her dress and said something like, "Oh, no, I can't hold it, I can't wait...." Without warning she began to completely soak her panties and legs...I saw her panties turn yellow as she peed forcefully into and through them. She stopped, and I was no more than two or three feet behind and just under her. I just starred at her wetting herself. She looked ahead and just stood there wetting her panties. She had now moved her hand and spead her legs some as she peed. I have no idea how long she peed, it might have been no more than 15 seconds, but time stopped for me. I wanted to reach out and touch her as she peed, get my hands wet, touch her wet panties, feel her warm wetness, but I just looked, feeling electrically turned on, and weird at the same time. She stopped when she was empty, I suppose, and only then turn around saying something like, "I'm really embarassed...I'm sorry, I just couldn't wait, I had to go sooo bad. This is really embarassing....please don't tell anyone." I said ok, but kept looking at her now soaked and still dripping panties which had turned pretty see through on her wet ass. She realized I could see up her dress, and made an half hearted attempt to move up the hill some....stepping carefully out of the now wet sand around her feet. I followed her, my view far less good. We got to the top of the hill, and walked side by side. Karen was still walking quickly. I knew she had to change and was thinking about what she'd tell her mom, if she saw her, and wondered if she'd try to just go to her room and not tell her. I was not so much in a fog, as just very excited, but didn't think I could possibly tell Karen that her peeing in her panties was so exciting to me. It was the last thing I could say. What happened next surprised me even more...Not very far from her house Karen said, "On God...I've got to poop." Now I'd seen some girls and boys wet their pants, but I never remember seeing anyone poop in their pants...but somehow Karen seemed on the verge of doing that...she stopped and stood very erect, pulling in her ass. Then she broke out into a run...Her mom was standing in front of the house, and Karen ran past her saying she need the toilet quick. I still don't know if she made it, but I think not. Her mom followed her in, sensing something was wrong, and I was left standing on the porch wondering if she made it, and feeling very turned on from watching Karen wet her panties just before. In ten minutes Karen and her mom appeared, karen in a different dress (and I later found out, obviously different panties...blue ones). On the way to the dance I felt ackward, especially when her mom said something to Karen about having to be more careful in the future because this couldn't keep happening. I guess Karen had wet or pooped herself before. I wanted to ask, but was embrassed. I never found out. Thinking of Karen's peeing soaking her panties and legs at I watched, and even at the time I knew I loved a girl wetting herself, I didn't like the idea of pooping in her pants. But I did find both accidents a turn on. Not the earliest childhood memory, but certainly a powerful one.