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I'm reposting 2 stories I posted here a few days ago, as they seem to have disappeared after the downtime yesterday.
The young gardener
Julie was just relaxing in the back yard on a sunny Saturday. She had no school today, so the 17-year old had a day off. She wore a simple black sleeveless top, covering her back and belly completely until the point where her tight dark-green skirt, with slightly lighter matching panties beneath them, began. She lay on a garden lounger, reading a book in the sun. She let her light-red, wavy hair hang loose, and it hung just below her shoulders. This was a nice chance to get some color on her legs, as her skirt only covered the upper part of her legs; it went a little more than halfway down to her knees. She was only 5’2 tall, and had a slightly sportive look over her. As it was a hot day, she had refilled her bottle of water several times, but had not needed the toilet since breakfast (at 12pm, as she slept in on her day off) because of the heat.
“Honey, we’re going to your uncle and aunt to check on their new car, do you want to join us?” her mother shouted from the back door, at 3 pm.
Julie did not really like her uncle and aunt. Also, she was much too relaxed and her book was too good to stop reading just now.
“I’d rather not, I don’t really care for their car and this book is too exciting” she answered.
“Alright, but you should check on your garden too, it’s getting weedy” her mother said. “You should do it today, it’s the only day you have no other obligations.”
Her mother was right to point this out; Julie had planned to do it today, as she had neglected it a bit over the last weeks. It had rained just enough not to water the plants (although the ground was dry now, the weather forecast predicted rain on Sunday), so they did not need that, and none of the fruits were ready harvest just yet.
Julie loved gardening, as the only person in her family. She would have loved it more to have a yard fully overgrown with trees and plants with just some small paths between, to simulate nature as much as possible, but as she was the only person in her family that even liked nature. The rest of her family only wanted plants in the yard on one condition; it should be orderly and functional, or they would pave everything around the house. As Julie felt this was better than nothing at all, she had agreed to their terms. This also meant she was responsible for keeping it orderly, as her parents and her brother could not care less.
“I’ll do it today, don’t worry” was Julie’s answer.
“Okay, we’ll probably be back around 7. We’ll order some Chinese on the way home, so you don’t have to worry about that. Bye honey!”
“Bye mom!”
Julie watched them walk towards the car, and continued reading while they drove away. She was instantly focused on her book again, turning page after page.
About half an hour later, her 15 year old brother Jeremy suddenly disrupted her flow.
“Julie, I’m going over to Alan’s so we can play some multiplayer games on the PC!”
“Whatever, nerd. Just be home in time for dinner” Julie answered, wanting to get back to her book as soon as possible.
“I’m not a nerd! Everyone does it!”
“Yeah, all your friends” Julie sighed. “But -” “Bye Jeremy” she cut him short. She just wanted to read undisturbed.
Jeremy walked away without saying anything. Julie refilled her bottle of water again, as she had lost her concentration now anyways. She set an alarm to stop reading after an hour, so she could tend the garden. Meanwhile she had taken some big gulps of water already.
“Hmmm, I’m still thirsty, but I don’t like all that tasteless water” she thought, as she downed the rest of the bottle and refilled it with soda.
After this, she continued reading. An hour later, her alarm went off. By now, she felt her bladder was filling slowly. “At this rate, I’ll need the toilet next week” she thought. Her soda now had no bubbles anymore, as she had forgotten about it because of the book. She now realized how thirsty she was, and downed the bottle before refilling it with water again, and downing that one too.
“I’ll start tending the garden after this chapter.”
However, an hour and a half later she realized she was almost at the end of the next chapter. After this realization, she instantly felt a twitch in her bladder and as a reflex she put her right hand (which was not holding her book) under her skirt, riding it up and exposing her panties a bit. She was still in complete control, and quickly got her hand away from her private parts and reorganized her skirt, afraid someone could see her some way. The pressure on her bladder muscles went away instantly.
“Ah, my bladder is a bit fuller than I thought, but not that full yet. I can hold it much longer than this,” she knew for a fact. “I’ll use the bathroom after I got the weed out of the garden.”
She put her book away, quenched her thirst with some more water and got her gardening tools out of the shed. She squatted down to get to the weeds, moving around carefully between her plants, cautious not to step on them. She exposed her panties a bit for someone viewing from the right angle, as her butt was now lower than her knees, and it is hard to keep your legs together while weeding in that position, and her skirt had ridden up. She did not care for this, as there was probably no one watching her; the nearest house was too far away to make out her panties anyway, and this way she could work the fastest, she knew from experience, and her clothes would not touch the dirt. The negative part was she put extra pressure on her bladder like this. “But I can still hold it, and this way I’ll get to use the bathroom faster” she thought.
Halfway through however, she noticed her bladder filling up faster than she expected, so she decided to work a bit faster. Wanting to finish faster than she should, she made a step that was just a little too big. She did not prepare for the unexpected extra hit her bladder had to endure. Her muscles loosened for a moment, and Julie gasped; she quickly put her left hand between her legs and clenched all her muscles again with al her might as she felt a spurt of urine rushing through her urethra and into her dark green panties, darkening them some more, wetting and warming her crotch. She immediately recognized the familiar warmth; it was more than 2 years ago, but it still felt good. She remembered how she used to hold it on purpose and how she had some accidents because of that, and most prominently; how it felt to just let it pour into your panties, wearing pants or skirts over them or just nothing but panties; sitting on a chair or standing up, running for the toilet or in her bed; the old feelings came back.
She used to experiment with this after she found out she got sexually aroused by a full bladder when she was 13, when she soaked her pants waiting in line for the toilet after watching a movie in the cinema. She remembered how it had felt, giving up and feeling her bladder exploding in her cotton panties before the warm sensation spread everywhere within a few seconds, and how she walked back to the car in squeaking shoes from her pee. She did not completely understand at the time, but it had felt good, and after that she peed herself more and more. But by the time she was 15, she had started to wet the bed sometimes when she did not mean to do it, and had 3 public accidents within 2 weeks, her parents had caught her clearly wetting herself on purpose twice and she realized she could not go on like this. She stopped wetting herself intentionally and after 3 months her accidents had stopped, and she has never wet herself since. Until now, more than 2 years after her last accident, where she had wet herself in the bus on the way back from school just before her stop, soaking the back of the short dress she wore and getting laughed at by the whole bus, and by the whole school the next day.
Back to reality; Julie realized she was rubbing the small wet spot between her legs quite obviously remembering this, after having ignored those feelings for 2 years. She regained control over her body and her thoughts, and moved her skirt a bit to check on the damage she had done; her panties were clearly darkened, but only between her legs. She had not let that much go, and she had regained control now. Just a little bit more careful with the rest of the garden, and she should make it, trying to ignore what just happened. She continued weeding, now taking small steps at a time with her skirt again as straight as it could be.
After a few minutes, the pressure on her bladder muscles seemed to increase a lot faster than it did before. After a while, she could only hold it by constantly moving her legs, making it even harder to hold it since both her legs hit her bladder with every movement they made. The constantly increasing pressure brought back the feelings she had a few seconds ago, and in a moment of weakness she allowed another spurt to escape. She stayed in control all the while, but she immediately regretted this move. This one felt about as big as the last one, and soaked her panties a little bit further down her butt and now she really had to focus all her energy on holding her pee back, and she still had about 5 minutes of work, but was not sure she could make it through that anymore now. Her muscles were starting to hurt.
Julie could barely move anymore. “I hope I can maintain control until the pressure subsides, then I can finish weeding without needing the bath-gasp!”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a big wave of pressure, and she could not hold it all back. As hard as she tried, as hard as she clenched her muscles, it slowly dribbled through.
“Alright, I should be able to hold it standing up, so I’m going to make a run for the bathroom” she thought, as she felt the slow dribble wetting her panties and even reaching the point where they met with her skirt, making a small part of her butt cheeks warm and wet as well as re-warming her privates. She was in ecstasy, suddenly realizing this was the greatest feeling she ever felt; she could not control her bladder in this position anymore, and did not feel like adjusting her position anymore; no one was home, and no one could see her like this!
She parted her legs a bit, and put her hand under her skirt and on her panties; the feeling of her small trickle of pee going in her panties felt so great on her hand, and the slow rubbing against her clit through her wet panties felt even better, while she protected the front of her skirt from getting wet by lifting it up as far as she could, making it tighter around the back. She was in heaven as she felt the warmth spreading over her butt, feeling the pee seeping through her panties, wetting her skirt. She could not take it anymore; she gave up. Just a moment later her bladder started to empty itself vigorously, now only being held back by the already soaked fabric of Julie’s panties. Multiple streams started to fall from the lowest part of her skirt onto the dirt between the strawberry plants and the raspberries; she was now having a complete accident, while she could have chosen to still make it to the toilet, rubbing her own privates while doing so. This made her feel extra naughty.
With the stream dying down, she got to her climax; she rubbed herself like she never did before, and had an orgasm of the likes she had never felt before. It felt much better than anything a vibrator or a boy could ever do to her; she would never need drugs if simply wetting herself would be enough to experience the ultimate feelings of joy. After her heavenly feelings faded, a dripping sound coming from her butt was all that remained. Julie sat there, trying to get her breath back, as the dripping slowly stopped too.
Afterwards she walked in through the back door of the house, and checked herself in the mirror; there was a big round spot on the back of her skirt, just not reaching the lower edge of her skirt and still keeping the top of her skirt dry, but expanding to both sides as far as her outer thighs. Then she saw the clock; it’s almost 7! She could never get herself cleaned up in time, and if she just changed into clean clothes her parents would notice she wore something else, and her mother would surely notice it while doing laundry; how was she going to explain she had wet herself at the age of 17, at her own house while there was a toilet within 10 meters of her all the time?
She walked back to the yard in panic, and saw another problem; there was an obvious wet spot in the otherwise dry field, just before the small part that still had weeds. It would be obvious she had let it go on purpose this way, she thought.
Then she had a revelation; “There is only one way to solve this,” she thought. She pulled out the last weeds as fast as she could, and quickly filled a big watering can and started to water all the plants. Within a few minutes, the whole field was soaked. Now the location was covered, but she was still a 17 year old girl who obviously wet herself. She heard the car of her parents coming on the driveway, and the only thing she could do was to make sure they thought she had an accident, rather than thinking she was wetting herself on purpose again. Luckily she never empties her bladder completely when she pees herself, and she filled her bottle of water again, placed herself back on the garden lounger, poured half of the water down her panties, wetting her panties and skirt again. She put the half-empty bottle down on the ground, laid her book open on her stomach and pretended to sleep, as she could feel her need to pee increasing again because of the water flowing down her skirt and dripping on the ground right under her. She relaxed completely and her now cold crotch started to warm up once again; she felt the warmth spreading to her butt again, eliminating the uncomfortable feel she got from the water. There was still more in her bladder than she had thought, as once again there were 2 or 3 thick streams falling from her body onto the ground, and she even tricked herself in dozing of a little, feeling satisfied, as her parents entered the house without first checking the back yard.
A few minutes later, as Julie still lay there peacefully half-sleeping with pee dripping down to the ground, she was awoken by her mother.
“Julie! Julie! Wake up honey, you’ve had an accident!”
Julie woke up drowsy, rubbing her eyes, pretending not to understand.
“You have wet yourself in your sleep, Julie”
Julie faked her surprise, but her mother seemed to buy it;
“What…? Huh? Oh no! No! I’m so sorry, mom! Oh my God, I don’t know what happened, I was drinking a lot because it was so hot and I must have dozed off,” Julie said, playing it so well even a tear formed in her left eye, rolling down her cheek, with more tears welling up behind it.
“You don’t need to explain to me,” her mother said as she put an arm around Julie, “accidents can happen to anyone. Just get yourself sorted out before dinner, okay.”
Some more tears started to roll down her eyes, and she mumbled some more apologies and got up, with her head looking redder than her hair. She walked up the stairs to see her brother had arrived too. He had a look of surprise on his face, as he saw his big sister rushing by in a soaked skirt and tears rolling down her face, almost as if she had wet herself like she used to do some years ago.
Julie got out of her panties and skirt and put them over a chair in her room, and got a pair of cotton white panties and a blue polyester pair of short shorts, after which she walked, bottom naked, towards the bathroom, her brother still watching in disbelief.
In the bathroom, she washed her face under the faucet. After drying it off, a big smile appeared. She had gotten away with it – she had an accident on purpose again, like she used to do, it had felt better than ever and everyone thought she had an accident and no one blamed her. She stepped into the shower, put the showerhead between her legs after it had achieved the right temperature, and she washed her legs, her butt and her privates, which resulted, as she had anticipated, in a second orgasm, thinking of what had just happened. After she dried off, she put on her panties and shorts again and went down into the living room, sat herself down and trying not to smile as nobody mentioned the incident over dinner.
The young gardener
Julie was just relaxing in the back yard on a sunny Saturday. She had no school today, so the 17-year old had a day off. She wore a simple black sleeveless top, covering her back and belly completely until the point where her tight dark-green skirt, with slightly lighter matching panties beneath them, began. She lay on a garden lounger, reading a book in the sun. She let her light-red, wavy hair hang loose, and it hung just below her shoulders. This was a nice chance to get some color on her legs, as her skirt only covered the upper part of her legs; it went a little more than halfway down to her knees. She was only 5’2 tall, and had a slightly sportive look over her. As it was a hot day, she had refilled her bottle of water several times, but had not needed the toilet since breakfast (at 12pm, as she slept in on her day off) because of the heat.
“Honey, we’re going to your uncle and aunt to check on their new car, do you want to join us?” her mother shouted from the back door, at 3 pm.
Julie did not really like her uncle and aunt. Also, she was much too relaxed and her book was too good to stop reading just now.
“I’d rather not, I don’t really care for their car and this book is too exciting” she answered.
“Alright, but you should check on your garden too, it’s getting weedy” her mother said. “You should do it today, it’s the only day you have no other obligations.”
Her mother was right to point this out; Julie had planned to do it today, as she had neglected it a bit over the last weeks. It had rained just enough not to water the plants (although the ground was dry now, the weather forecast predicted rain on Sunday), so they did not need that, and none of the fruits were ready harvest just yet.
Julie loved gardening, as the only person in her family. She would have loved it more to have a yard fully overgrown with trees and plants with just some small paths between, to simulate nature as much as possible, but as she was the only person in her family that even liked nature. The rest of her family only wanted plants in the yard on one condition; it should be orderly and functional, or they would pave everything around the house. As Julie felt this was better than nothing at all, she had agreed to their terms. This also meant she was responsible for keeping it orderly, as her parents and her brother could not care less.
“I’ll do it today, don’t worry” was Julie’s answer.
“Okay, we’ll probably be back around 7. We’ll order some Chinese on the way home, so you don’t have to worry about that. Bye honey!”
“Bye mom!”
Julie watched them walk towards the car, and continued reading while they drove away. She was instantly focused on her book again, turning page after page.
About half an hour later, her 15 year old brother Jeremy suddenly disrupted her flow.
“Julie, I’m going over to Alan’s so we can play some multiplayer games on the PC!”
“Whatever, nerd. Just be home in time for dinner” Julie answered, wanting to get back to her book as soon as possible.
“I’m not a nerd! Everyone does it!”
“Yeah, all your friends” Julie sighed. “But -” “Bye Jeremy” she cut him short. She just wanted to read undisturbed.
Jeremy walked away without saying anything. Julie refilled her bottle of water again, as she had lost her concentration now anyways. She set an alarm to stop reading after an hour, so she could tend the garden. Meanwhile she had taken some big gulps of water already.
“Hmmm, I’m still thirsty, but I don’t like all that tasteless water” she thought, as she downed the rest of the bottle and refilled it with soda.
After this, she continued reading. An hour later, her alarm went off. By now, she felt her bladder was filling slowly. “At this rate, I’ll need the toilet next week” she thought. Her soda now had no bubbles anymore, as she had forgotten about it because of the book. She now realized how thirsty she was, and downed the bottle before refilling it with water again, and downing that one too.
“I’ll start tending the garden after this chapter.”
However, an hour and a half later she realized she was almost at the end of the next chapter. After this realization, she instantly felt a twitch in her bladder and as a reflex she put her right hand (which was not holding her book) under her skirt, riding it up and exposing her panties a bit. She was still in complete control, and quickly got her hand away from her private parts and reorganized her skirt, afraid someone could see her some way. The pressure on her bladder muscles went away instantly.
“Ah, my bladder is a bit fuller than I thought, but not that full yet. I can hold it much longer than this,” she knew for a fact. “I’ll use the bathroom after I got the weed out of the garden.”
She put her book away, quenched her thirst with some more water and got her gardening tools out of the shed. She squatted down to get to the weeds, moving around carefully between her plants, cautious not to step on them. She exposed her panties a bit for someone viewing from the right angle, as her butt was now lower than her knees, and it is hard to keep your legs together while weeding in that position, and her skirt had ridden up. She did not care for this, as there was probably no one watching her; the nearest house was too far away to make out her panties anyway, and this way she could work the fastest, she knew from experience, and her clothes would not touch the dirt. The negative part was she put extra pressure on her bladder like this. “But I can still hold it, and this way I’ll get to use the bathroom faster” she thought.
Halfway through however, she noticed her bladder filling up faster than she expected, so she decided to work a bit faster. Wanting to finish faster than she should, she made a step that was just a little too big. She did not prepare for the unexpected extra hit her bladder had to endure. Her muscles loosened for a moment, and Julie gasped; she quickly put her left hand between her legs and clenched all her muscles again with al her might as she felt a spurt of urine rushing through her urethra and into her dark green panties, darkening them some more, wetting and warming her crotch. She immediately recognized the familiar warmth; it was more than 2 years ago, but it still felt good. She remembered how she used to hold it on purpose and how she had some accidents because of that, and most prominently; how it felt to just let it pour into your panties, wearing pants or skirts over them or just nothing but panties; sitting on a chair or standing up, running for the toilet or in her bed; the old feelings came back.
She used to experiment with this after she found out she got sexually aroused by a full bladder when she was 13, when she soaked her pants waiting in line for the toilet after watching a movie in the cinema. She remembered how it had felt, giving up and feeling her bladder exploding in her cotton panties before the warm sensation spread everywhere within a few seconds, and how she walked back to the car in squeaking shoes from her pee. She did not completely understand at the time, but it had felt good, and after that she peed herself more and more. But by the time she was 15, she had started to wet the bed sometimes when she did not mean to do it, and had 3 public accidents within 2 weeks, her parents had caught her clearly wetting herself on purpose twice and she realized she could not go on like this. She stopped wetting herself intentionally and after 3 months her accidents had stopped, and she has never wet herself since. Until now, more than 2 years after her last accident, where she had wet herself in the bus on the way back from school just before her stop, soaking the back of the short dress she wore and getting laughed at by the whole bus, and by the whole school the next day.
Back to reality; Julie realized she was rubbing the small wet spot between her legs quite obviously remembering this, after having ignored those feelings for 2 years. She regained control over her body and her thoughts, and moved her skirt a bit to check on the damage she had done; her panties were clearly darkened, but only between her legs. She had not let that much go, and she had regained control now. Just a little bit more careful with the rest of the garden, and she should make it, trying to ignore what just happened. She continued weeding, now taking small steps at a time with her skirt again as straight as it could be.
After a few minutes, the pressure on her bladder muscles seemed to increase a lot faster than it did before. After a while, she could only hold it by constantly moving her legs, making it even harder to hold it since both her legs hit her bladder with every movement they made. The constantly increasing pressure brought back the feelings she had a few seconds ago, and in a moment of weakness she allowed another spurt to escape. She stayed in control all the while, but she immediately regretted this move. This one felt about as big as the last one, and soaked her panties a little bit further down her butt and now she really had to focus all her energy on holding her pee back, and she still had about 5 minutes of work, but was not sure she could make it through that anymore now. Her muscles were starting to hurt.
Julie could barely move anymore. “I hope I can maintain control until the pressure subsides, then I can finish weeding without needing the bath-gasp!”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a big wave of pressure, and she could not hold it all back. As hard as she tried, as hard as she clenched her muscles, it slowly dribbled through.
“Alright, I should be able to hold it standing up, so I’m going to make a run for the bathroom” she thought, as she felt the slow dribble wetting her panties and even reaching the point where they met with her skirt, making a small part of her butt cheeks warm and wet as well as re-warming her privates. She was in ecstasy, suddenly realizing this was the greatest feeling she ever felt; she could not control her bladder in this position anymore, and did not feel like adjusting her position anymore; no one was home, and no one could see her like this!
She parted her legs a bit, and put her hand under her skirt and on her panties; the feeling of her small trickle of pee going in her panties felt so great on her hand, and the slow rubbing against her clit through her wet panties felt even better, while she protected the front of her skirt from getting wet by lifting it up as far as she could, making it tighter around the back. She was in heaven as she felt the warmth spreading over her butt, feeling the pee seeping through her panties, wetting her skirt. She could not take it anymore; she gave up. Just a moment later her bladder started to empty itself vigorously, now only being held back by the already soaked fabric of Julie’s panties. Multiple streams started to fall from the lowest part of her skirt onto the dirt between the strawberry plants and the raspberries; she was now having a complete accident, while she could have chosen to still make it to the toilet, rubbing her own privates while doing so. This made her feel extra naughty.
With the stream dying down, she got to her climax; she rubbed herself like she never did before, and had an orgasm of the likes she had never felt before. It felt much better than anything a vibrator or a boy could ever do to her; she would never need drugs if simply wetting herself would be enough to experience the ultimate feelings of joy. After her heavenly feelings faded, a dripping sound coming from her butt was all that remained. Julie sat there, trying to get her breath back, as the dripping slowly stopped too.
Afterwards she walked in through the back door of the house, and checked herself in the mirror; there was a big round spot on the back of her skirt, just not reaching the lower edge of her skirt and still keeping the top of her skirt dry, but expanding to both sides as far as her outer thighs. Then she saw the clock; it’s almost 7! She could never get herself cleaned up in time, and if she just changed into clean clothes her parents would notice she wore something else, and her mother would surely notice it while doing laundry; how was she going to explain she had wet herself at the age of 17, at her own house while there was a toilet within 10 meters of her all the time?
She walked back to the yard in panic, and saw another problem; there was an obvious wet spot in the otherwise dry field, just before the small part that still had weeds. It would be obvious she had let it go on purpose this way, she thought.
Then she had a revelation; “There is only one way to solve this,” she thought. She pulled out the last weeds as fast as she could, and quickly filled a big watering can and started to water all the plants. Within a few minutes, the whole field was soaked. Now the location was covered, but she was still a 17 year old girl who obviously wet herself. She heard the car of her parents coming on the driveway, and the only thing she could do was to make sure they thought she had an accident, rather than thinking she was wetting herself on purpose again. Luckily she never empties her bladder completely when she pees herself, and she filled her bottle of water again, placed herself back on the garden lounger, poured half of the water down her panties, wetting her panties and skirt again. She put the half-empty bottle down on the ground, laid her book open on her stomach and pretended to sleep, as she could feel her need to pee increasing again because of the water flowing down her skirt and dripping on the ground right under her. She relaxed completely and her now cold crotch started to warm up once again; she felt the warmth spreading to her butt again, eliminating the uncomfortable feel she got from the water. There was still more in her bladder than she had thought, as once again there were 2 or 3 thick streams falling from her body onto the ground, and she even tricked herself in dozing of a little, feeling satisfied, as her parents entered the house without first checking the back yard.
A few minutes later, as Julie still lay there peacefully half-sleeping with pee dripping down to the ground, she was awoken by her mother.
“Julie! Julie! Wake up honey, you’ve had an accident!”
Julie woke up drowsy, rubbing her eyes, pretending not to understand.
“You have wet yourself in your sleep, Julie”
Julie faked her surprise, but her mother seemed to buy it;
“What…? Huh? Oh no! No! I’m so sorry, mom! Oh my God, I don’t know what happened, I was drinking a lot because it was so hot and I must have dozed off,” Julie said, playing it so well even a tear formed in her left eye, rolling down her cheek, with more tears welling up behind it.
“You don’t need to explain to me,” her mother said as she put an arm around Julie, “accidents can happen to anyone. Just get yourself sorted out before dinner, okay.”
Some more tears started to roll down her eyes, and she mumbled some more apologies and got up, with her head looking redder than her hair. She walked up the stairs to see her brother had arrived too. He had a look of surprise on his face, as he saw his big sister rushing by in a soaked skirt and tears rolling down her face, almost as if she had wet herself like she used to do some years ago.
Julie got out of her panties and skirt and put them over a chair in her room, and got a pair of cotton white panties and a blue polyester pair of short shorts, after which she walked, bottom naked, towards the bathroom, her brother still watching in disbelief.
In the bathroom, she washed her face under the faucet. After drying it off, a big smile appeared. She had gotten away with it – she had an accident on purpose again, like she used to do, it had felt better than ever and everyone thought she had an accident and no one blamed her. She stepped into the shower, put the showerhead between her legs after it had achieved the right temperature, and she washed her legs, her butt and her privates, which resulted, as she had anticipated, in a second orgasm, thinking of what had just happened. After she dried off, she put on her panties and shorts again and went down into the living room, sat herself down and trying not to smile as nobody mentioned the incident over dinner.