Emma's enjoyment

[Lan]

Emma and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months. We knew each other from work. One afternoon she offered me a lift home, and as she lived reasonably close by mine she asked if I minded stopping by her house as she needed to pick something up. I said okay, and she took me to her bedroom. Next thing I knew, she started straddling me, grinding on me, spanking herself and shaking her arse in my face.

“I've always had my eye on you” she said as she lowered her bum, winking over her shoulder at me.

It just happened suddenly, but we ended up fucking. I didn't have her down as the dirty type, or someone who could be so forward like that. She always carried herself off as a polite, mild mannered and slightly meek person at work, but this was a different side to her. And she was pretty sexy, in a girl next door kind of way. She was tall, had auburn hair and would always wear skin tight jeans, so tight you could see the visible panty line of the old school bikini knickers she liked to wear.

One day I was over at hers, in her bedroom, just chatting, having not even had any sex yet. She was wearing a skin tight pair of blue jeans and a grey long sleeved shirt. She asked me a random question out of the blue.

“Do you have any fetishes?”

I couldn't possibly answer. She continued.

“I was thinking, I'm enjoying this with you, but I was thinking, maybe we should get a little, you know, more dirty with each other?”

She then continued.

“I'm asking you this because, well, erm, I have a fetish myself which I wanna try, but I dunno if you'd be all weirded out by it.”

I asked her what it was.

“I don't know how to tell you this” she grinned, seemingly now embarassed.

“In fact, forget what I said, it's nothing” she shook her head, “I need to go to the toilet anyway”.

I asked her again, and she sighed.

“Alright. Please don't think I'm weird or anything like that” she asked me.

I promised her. Then she leant forward into my ear, smiling. And she whispered

“I like wearing nappies.”

I stopped for a moment. Nappies, as in, like babies? I asked her, what?

“I just like wearing nappies” she reiterated, “nappies. Under my clothes. Instead of underwear.”

Naturally I asked her why enjoyed this. She was rather cagey in how she discovered her fetish for wearing nappies and it seemed like there could have been some kind of story behind this, but the way she explained it to me, it sounded like she just had an urge to start wearing them some time during her teenage years when she was still discovering her sexuality.

“I still doing remember wearing one for the first time and fingering myself after” she said, before pulling an orgasm face.

I asked her if anyone else knew about this, but she told me no. She hadn't had many relationships in her life, romantic or just casual sexual relationships. Little more than drunken hookups with random guys she'd meet in bars, and they were no good to share this with.

I asked her if she wears them to work. She giggled naughtily.

“I might do, but who knows?” she winked.

Then, I asked her if she was wearing one now.

She smiled at me sultrily, and stood up in front of me, not a word said. She unbuttoned her skintight blue jeans, pulled the zipper down, and then pulled the jeans down.

Lo and behold, Emma was stood right in front of me, clad in a Pamper's nappy. It maybe clung a little tight, but nontheless it wasn't notably tight for her rather lean figure. She kicked the jeans off from the bottom of her legs, and ran a finger across the patterened front of her nappy.

“Well, what do you think?” she grinned.

She turned around and wiggled her bum.

I told her it looked good.

Then I asked her, does she ever use them?

“What do you mean, 'use them'” she teased.

I asked her if she ever liked to pee, or even poo her nappy.

She just giggled.

“Well, I do kinda need a wee. Why, do you wanna see?” she asked.

I said yes, I wanted to see her use her nappy.

“You sure? You won't be digusted at all?” she asked.

I just shook my head.

“Well...alright”

She exhaled through her nose and within a moment, an audible gushing sound could be heard. Her jaw dropped slightly open and she exhaled again. The bottom of her nappy was growing yellow with piss, showing that she was definitely using her nappy.

“It feels good” she sighed.

Then she let out a gasp of relief.

“That's better” she grinned cheekily.

“Now I need to change my nappy.”

Immediately I volunteered to do the job.

“You want to change me?” she asked, half flattered, half surprised.

I told her yes.

“Oh, well, sure” she giggled, “there's some nappies under my bed”

So I crawled under her bed and reached for a half used packet of Pampers. When I came out from under the bed and stood up, Emma was already laying on the bed, legs wide open, arms behind her head, her nappy piss sodden. She was ready to have her nappy changed.

I pulled out a fresh nappy and climbed on top of her. I undid the first strap on her used nappy, a quick almost ripping sound, and did the same for the other. I then pulled the nappy out from under her bum, which was somewhat heavy with the amount of pee, and then rolled it up, before strapping it shut and placing it to one side.

“You're quite good at this” she giggled.

Then I lifted her legs up, opened the fresh nappy and placed it under her bum. I pulled the front over her crotch, and pulled the two straps on to it. Emma was changed.

“You know, I've always wanted someone to do this for me” she said, “someone to change my nappy”

“Maybe you can be my daddy” she winked.

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Two days after Emma revealed her fetish for wearing nappies to me, she texted me:

“What time you free? Wanna come over? ” followed by a winking emoji.

Her usual message when she wanted a shag. No mention of nappies though. No pictures of her wearing one. Maybe she felt a little embarrassed when I left.

So I turned up at her house, and knocked on the door. She answered, clad in a dressing gown, her hair wet.

“Just got out of the shower” she explained.

She led me upstairs and into her room. As soon as we entered, she started untying her dressing gown.

“You know what we did the other day?” she asked me.

She then pulled her dressing gown open to reveal that she was wearing just a nappy underneath it, and nothing else, her breasts visible.

“When I did a wee in my nappy and you said you wanted to change me?” she asked, as she pulled the dressing gown off and dropped it onto the floor.

She was now stood in front of me, her Pamper's nappy that clung to her body being the only things between her and stark nakedness.

“Well, can I ask you, if you'd be okay with changing me for, well, you know, other things?” she asked rather awkwardly.

I wanted her to clarify.

“I'll tell you what. I'll let you decide. If it's too disgusting, I won't do this with you any more” she said. “but I just want someone to watch me at least”

She wasn't suggesting what I thought she was, surely?

But she jumped backwards onto her bed, her wet hair flicking as her bum hit the quilt. She then rolled onto her back and pulled her legs behind her head with her hands, her upside down arse pointed at me.

“Let me know what you think” she said.

Then she strained her face for a moment, before letting out a slight sigh. Suddenly a thick, pungent smell slowly began to fill the room. Oh wow, she was! She was now pooing in her nappy!

“It's a big one!” she grinned.

Then she strained her face again, and this time she grunted. I started breathing through my mouth because the smell of Emma's shit was strong.

“Oooh, it is big!” she said.

A third straining of her face, held for a moment, then her face relaxed once more as she sighed and pushed out the last bit of her poo.

She then relaxed her body, her legs now flat on her bed. She pulled her upper body upwards.

“I know, I'm a dirty girl” she grinned cheekily, seemingly blasé about the fact that she had just pooed her nappy right in front of me.

“So, what do you think now?” she asked me, “because my nappy really does need changing!”

I said I would change her nappy. So I reached under her bed, and pulled out the pack of Pampers from the usual spot, even less full than the other day.

“Don't forget the wipes” she told me. I spotted a pack and grabbed them.

I then climbed on top of her and reached for her nappy. I undid the straps and pulled her legs up to pull it out. Wow, there was a lot of shit in there. Rolling Emma's used, soiled, messy, dirty nappy up, I strapped it shut and put it down. I then rolled her over onto her front and opened the baby wipes, needing to grab quite a few, and began wiping her bum clean. Safe to say, I needed to use quite a few!

“Make sure you get right deep into that arse of mine!” she teased.

In response to this comment, I slapped a clean part of her bum and she let out a sexual shriek.

“Ooh, that's what I get for being a dirty girl!”

I kept wiping until her bum and crack were clean. Once that was done, I again reached for a fresh nappy and did the same as a few days ago. Legs up, nappy under the bum, legs down, front of nappy over her crotch, left strap on, right strap on, done.

“Very nice. There's only one problem though” she said to me.

I asked her what. She looked down at her nappy.

“I'm really horny now” she said, and she pulled one of the straps off.

“So I won't be needing this for a while”

She pulled the other strap off, and she threw the nappy across the room.

“Now. Get inside me” she said to me.