Home Alone, at Last

After a busy morning Catherine finally managed to find a little bit of me time. Hubby was at work, the kids at school, her chores were completed, and she could finally spend a couple of hours indulging herself, and she was not going to pass up the opportunity she had been planning for weeks. Her careful planning included locking the front and back doors, switching off her mobile, and taking the house-phone off the hook. This was to be her time, and no one was going to spoil it.

Catherine's careful planning had also included drinking a couple of cans of diet coke and a large pot of tea during the morning. The diuretic effect was making itself known as she made her way up the stairs to the first floor of their newly restored large Victorian house and went in to the well appointed newly installed bathroom. She closed the blinds, and placed a small number of freshly lit candles around the newly darkened room. It almost seemed a shame to shut out the warm summer sunshine, but her mood demanded candlelight. Her attention turned to the large bath and she stopped the plughole before turning on the taps to fill the double ended roll top bath she had specified when the workmen had set about re-modeling the room for them.

The water poured from the taps falling noisily into the tub, reminding Catherine of her full bladder, and she left the bathroom, and headed into the bedroom, where she wasted little time in stripping off her clothes. Catherine was quietly proud of her body, she had worked very hard to maintain her looks, even after the birth of her children. Her lady-like nature would never of allowed her to display her feminine charms in public, but in the privacy of her bedroom, well that was a different matter. Catherine looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her young shapely body, her almost perfect boobs, (not too big, or too small, a real Goldilocks of a pair of boobs!) and a damn nigh on wonderful mound, which, she had to be honest, did look good pushing its way forward in her underpants and her swimsuits.

She collected her Speedo Hydrasuit one piece swimsuit from the sportswear section of her wardrobe, and pausing only to pick up one of her "vibrating friends" she returned to the bathroom. Arriving just in time to shut of the water in a nearly full bath.

With her heart thumping, her bladder sending panic signals, and her sex on fire, she slipped into the swimsuit, zipped up the rear zip, and embarked on an experiment, that already had Catherine excited enough to be sure that it would not be the last time she would try to break one of societies greatest taboos.

Things had started off innocently enough a couple of months ago when she had been out on a night out with her girlfriends. One of her friends was embarking on a new romance, and was telling the crowd about her new mans likes and dislikes. This had sparked a general discussion about outlandish fetishes and kinks. It had not taken long for the subject of watersports in general, and knicker wetting specifically, to come up. It was interesting that only one of the group expressed outright disgust, the remainder passed it over, as just another kink. The discussion went on, as discussions do, but Catherine was no longer following it, the topic had made a connection in her mind, and she spent quite some time dwelling over the idea. Somehow the thought excited her, and that confused her.

Catherine had enjoyed good bladder control throughout her adult life. But now she was honestly considering abandoning all that for a sexual thrill! That could not be right..

She had spent quite some time wrestling with the dilemma and started searching the internet for some guidance, even reassurance on the subject. Her search for answers took her to many places, most of which spoke of the problems of incontinence, but a couple of sites gloried in the sexual release of watersports. She eventually reasoned that an elective sexual act, was a country mile away from the misery of enforced incontinence, and having made the distinction in her own mind, had decided to investigate further. She decided to keep her experiments to herself, not even sharing them with her husband, until she was sure it was something she enjoyed.

Her journey had brought her to this point, she stood in the middle of her bathroom, looking at a lovely full bath of water, gently running her hand over her lower abdomen and her sex, her heart in her mouth, pounding with anticipation at the single thought of what she was about to do.

Catherine has spent a long time trying to decide what to wear for her first experiment. She had felt drawn to wearing a swimsuit, simply on the grounds that it was a garment that was designed to be worn wet. She didn't own any bikinis, much though her youthful figure would have carried a bikini well her husband liked her to wear a one piece in preference to a bikini. In fact he had quite a swimsuit "thing" going on! Her choice of a "proper" sports suit was just a little bit of irony in her mind, a watersports swimsuit, for a watersports experiment!

Her hand ran over her swollen bladder on its way down to gently rub her swollen clitoris through the nylon fabric of the suit, and she decided it was probably time to start things off, before she over-filled herself, and did a damage!!

As Catherine lent over to raise the seat of the toilet a little twinge from her bladder slowed her down somewhat, she was full, and needed relief, in more ways that one. She lowered herself onto the toilet, and considered the odd feeling of the fabric of the swimsuit caresing her bottom.

Catherine tried to relax. She so desperately wanted to start her flow, and experience the dirty pleasure of wetting herself, but years and years of toilet training prevented her from wetting her swimsuit. Her juices were flowing, and in truth the gusset of her costume as pretty damp already, but much though her thumping heart made its way higher and higher into her throat, and her desire to wet herself was by far and away the single most wanted thing at that time, she found herself unable to go ahead.

She strained, she relaxed, she stroked, and tried any trick she could think of, but to no avail, after about ten minutes she thought of giving up. She so desperately needed to void her bladder she was nearly in pain, and so so wanted to pee her swimsuit, but she just could not go. It was infuriating.

And then her eyes fell upon her vibrator, lying as innocently as a vibrator can, on the side of the bath. It was a waterproof model, which Catherine had not used very much. She had bought it from a mail order supplier, and it had proved to be rather brutal, and had been left forgotten, whilst her other gentler vibrators had enjoyed regular use. However, today things could be a little different. It was not often that Catherine used a vibrator whilst wearing any clothes. Today, however. the nylon of her swimsuit would protect her from the worse excesses of the vibrator, which would probably be up to stimulating her most sensitive bits through the gusset of her swimming costume.

Catherine struggled to rise from her seat, crossed the room, and recovered her plastic friend from the side of the bath, before returning to "the most comfortable seat in the house" she leant back against the cistern, adopted a very un-lady-like open legged pose, and switched on her plastic friend. The vibrator practically jumped out of her hand, such was the force of the thing, and she started to apply it to her most intimate of places. Within seconds she had placed it correctly, and was instantly rewarded by electric pleasure that tore through her whole body, she moaned aloud, and paused to consider if she could be overheard. With only a moments thought she realized that the doors were all locked, and she was alone in a large house, quite some distance from other houses, surrounded by trees. She could practically abandon herself to multiple screaming orgasms, and no one, except her maker, would be any the wiser.

She dipped her plastic friend downwards towards her clit again, and gently circled the business end around her mound, building the orgasm she sought until she could wait no longer, and gave herself over to an earth shattering orgasm that over took her whole body, including her bladder. Catherine let go with a ferocity which, if she had been in a position to take much notice of such things, would have surprised her. Pee jetted out from her quim, and flooded her gusset with such a torrent that it burst though the fabric of the suit, making a little fountain at her crutch. Some of the pee puddled in the suit, runnung backwards and pooling under her bottom before leaking through the fabric, dripping into the waiting waters below.

Her heart leapt a beat, and then another, she was doing it! She had broken all those years of potty training, and was pissing herself! A second, and even more intense orgasm rocked her body with such force she almost lost grip of the vibrator, but she managed by some means to keep hold of it, and continued to massage her sensitive areas whilst she joyfully emptied her bladder into the gusset of her swimsuit.

All too soon her waters dwindled and dried. Catherine let out a little involuntary cry of anguish with the ending of her much long for piss. She slumped backwards on the toilet, resting her back against the cistern taking stock of the situation, the remnants of her pee still filtering through her gusset as she pushed the last few drops out, catching her breath and savoring the wicked dirty deed she had just committed.

As Catherine regained her faculties the warm waters of the waiting bath called to her, and she rose from the toilet to make her way across the room. Her upbringing demanded that she close the lid, and flush the pan before she could leave it, and she found moving about so much easier now that her bladder was no longer torturously full. She climbed into the bath, and sank into the waiting waters, her swimsuit now getting wetter and wetter and she lounged in the water. Again her plastic friend "went down" and Catherine enjoyed several more orgasms whilst replaying the episode in her mind, her knees almost up to her chin whilst she sought the best access to her womanhood!

Eventually, spent, and starting to feel a little sore, she washed, and still in her suit, stepped out of the bath, and was making her way across the room to the towel rack, when the door opened, and in walked hubby! Hubby had finished work early and had crept into the house, having noticed the drawn blinds in the bathroom windows. His eyes alighted on his wet bedraggled and swimsuited wife, and he struggled to put together that story of what he was seeing.

The problem of how Catherine was going to raise her new found kink with her husband had probably just been resolved!