For nearly ten years, I have had a serious panty fetish. I have purchased hundreds of pairs, and wear them 24/7. But I am probably the last person people would suspect: wear a suit pretty much every day, pretty serious guy. Regardless, a few years ago, I took to wearing women’s bikini bottoms while swimming laps at the local rec center; despite being in a relatively elderly and conservative area, no one bothered me. But I stopped doing it because I was worried about seeing someone I knew.
This past weekend, I had a new opportunity to indulge this fetish. I took a few extra days off of work to go camping with some friends, who of course, cancelled on me at the last minute. Well, fuck ’em, I can still have fun. I decided to go a few hours further south and camp near the beach. As I arrived in town, countless swimsuit stores met my view. I could feel the urge growing to go inside and check them out. And since I was alone, hundreds of miles from anyone I knew, I was feeling daring.
The first store I stopped in had some nice separates, but they were pretty expensive. Given that these would be useful for only a few days, I tried another store and found some lovely ones for 70% off. I purchased a peach colored pair and a very nifty black and white pair, which had a checkerboard pattern that morphed into butterflies.
I donned the black & white pair and headed down the road. I had seen some turn-offs down the main road and wanted to check out those beaches. After parking at a promising spot, I got out of the car and gathered my beach paraphernalia. A few passing cars honked but I kept about my business. Once on the beach, I was pleased to find populated by more than just a few fishermen. I moved down the beach a ways and set up my chair. I could again feel the eyes of the other beachgoers, with some satisfaction. After relaxing in the sun for a while, I realized I needed to pee. Of course, that is what the ocean is meant for. I stood and stretched and headed out knee deep into the water. I was going to kneel down and feign looking for seashells, but my pee fetish, second only to my love of panties, was too strong to ignore.
Instead, I began to slowly walk down the beach in the shallow waves, away from the other people but still close. I gradually relaxed, and began to feel the warm stream spread through the bikini, out towards my legs. The sensation brought me to attention, stopping the flow. I dropped to my knees in the water to hide the throbbing bulge; I was not looking to make anyone THAT uncomfortable. The waves moving around my erection did not help the situation, but I slowly subsided. Adjusting my suit, I stood up and continued my walk. Soon, the warm stream began again. This time, I could feel it running down my legs and into the sea. I continued walking, allowing the final gushes to make their way down my legs. Heady with the naughty suit, the forbidden pee, and probably some dehydration, I turned back to my chair.
I wore nothing but the bikini bottoms for the rest of the day, even on the drive home. I wondered what would have happened if I had been pulled over. But fortunately, that experience will have to wait for another day. Sadly, my beautiful bikini will languish in my drawer for the foreseeable future. Perhaps one day I can go to another far away beach and walk free once again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6mqwe1/beach_exhibition_m
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