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  1. I had a secret that I wasn’t sharing with the ladies. It is true that since my pregnancy, my bladder isn’t what it used to be. It is also true that some of my accidents weren’t accidents, and it is definitely true that I enjoyed each of them, starting with the very first one. I was with my husband, shopping for baby items. I was close to full-term at this point, and so the pressure on my bladder was common. I had managed to mostly avoid accidents, but lately I was cutting it close. As we were walking through the store, I felt it coming as the baby moved. “Babe, I’ve got to pee,” I said. We weren’t close to the bathroom as I said this, and both me and my husband looked around to see how far we would have to walk. “It’s at the front of the store,” he said. “Can you make it?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I guess I’ll have to try.” He took me by the arm and led me towards the bathrooms while pushing our cart. I was close to telling him to just leave it because it was slowing us down, but it was already filled with stuff. We did our best to get to the front end of the store, but as we got closer I could feel the pressure growing. The baby moved again, and I gasped as a small spurt warmed the gusset of my panties just a little bit. “What?” my husband asked. “What’s wrong?” “I just peed a little,” I said. “We’ve got to hurry, or I’m going to piss all over the floor.” I quickened my steps as he continued to follow me and push the cart. We finally reached the front of the store, and just as I saw the bathroom doors I could also see a bright yellow chain across both bathrooms with signs that read “Closed for cleaning. Please use other restrooms.” I groaned and looked at my husband desperately. “What do we do now?” “Can you make it back to the other bathrooms in the back?” He asked. I started to answer, but another wave of pressure hit and I stood tall, squeezing my legs together. “No,” I said, “there’s no way. What am I going to do? I’m seriously about to move that chain and go in there anyway.” “You can’t do that, sweetie,” he said. “Let’s make our way back to the other bathrooms, and if you can’t make it we’ll figure something out.” “What?” I asked, annoyed. “What will we figure out?” “I don’t know,” he said. “Just try your best to make it, and then we won’t have to figure it out.” I groaned again, but we started towards the back of the store. We didn’t make it very far, though, before I felt another wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I kept back a spurt this time, but it was clear I would not be as successful the next time. “I can’t do this,” I said, feeling close to tears. My husband stopped and looked at me, and then he looked around as if he was trying to find something. He nudged my arm and led me down an aisle through the women’s clothing section, grabbed a few random items off of racks, like a gown and some shirts, and then we stopped at the changing rooms. “Umm…what are we doing?” I asked. “It’s not the bathroom, but it’s the closest I could get,” he whispered. I was about to protest until the baby moved again and I felt another warm spurt. “Look, babe, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s this or you piss yourself out here in front of everybody.” He handed me the clothes, and the concerned but determined look on his face was enough to convince me. I had no other choice. There was no attendant at the counter but the doors were all opened, so I stepped into one of the changing rooms, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I saw that the bench along the back wall of the room was covered with a thick black cushion. My bladder screamed again, and I dropped the clothes onto the floor turned around to place my bottom on the soft seat. I didn’t even bother with my panties as I just sat back and relaxed. Seconds later, a hot flow of pee filled my panties. I could feel it spray through the gusset of my panties and soak into the cushion under me with a warm, tingling comfort that made me sigh. It was also making me quite horny as it gently swirled around my pussy and clitoris and warmed my bottom. I reached down and slid the crotch of my panties aside and squirted the last bit of my pee right into the cushion, licking my lips at the warm spray against my inner thighs and vagina. It was over too soon, though, and I stood up to survey the damage. The cushion was only a slightly darker shade of black around where I was sitting. You would have to be looking for it to notice something. I straightened my skirt and walked out of the changing room, leaving the clothes on the floor. I grinned at my husband and his face reddened a bit as he also smiled. I stepped up to him and touched his arm. “Feel better?” he asked. “I do,” I said. “Thank you. Let’s check out and get out of here.” Then I leaned closer and nibbled his ear before whispering, “My panties are soaked, and I need a good reason to take them off.” Later, after we checked out and took everything to the car, he drove us to the back parking lot where no one was around, and I slid my wet panties off. He watched me, licking his lips eagerly. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get out.” I smiled as we opened our doors. We walked to the back of the car and he took a moment to look out at the view of the mountains behind the store. But he was also leaning against the trunk and unzipping his fly. I walked to him and placed my back against his chest and soon my skirt was up and his hands were touching me beneath it, feeling and caressing my vulva. It didn’t take me long to get wet again as I felt first his finger and then the tip of his penis touch the back of my pussy. I lifted my hips and butt the best I could until he entered me and I moaned. He kissed the back of my neck and reached around to caress my breasts. “Easy,” I said. “They’re sore.” He whispered Okay and we continued to writhe and move together, me rocking my hips gently and he lifting his pelvis. I could feel my climax getting close, but I could also feel the familiar pressure building in my bladder. I wasn’t sure how bad it was until another wave came over me as my husband’s thrusts grew quicker. “Umm, I kind of have to pee again,” I said. “Okay,” he said and stopped thrusting. “No, no, don’t stop,” I said. He laughed. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I mean I really want to fuck you right now, and if we stop I might lose it, so please, don’t stop.” He chuckled again and grabbed me by the hips as we continued. I moaned again as he continued to enter me, each thrust a little deeper than the last. I was getting closer and closer to coming, so I placed my hands behind me onto his thighs and moved quicker and quicker, feeling his penis pulse inside of me with each thrust. He grunted and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. As my climax built, I felt a wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I cried out and just let go. Immediately, my warm pee flowed out of me, all over my thighs, and down over my husband’s penis. I could feel it flowing under me, soaking his jeans and the back of my skirt, but he didn’t stop thrusting and I didn’t stop moving. He finally groaned and I could feel his penis pulse again and again as he ejaculated inside of me while my warm pee trickled out and soaked our crotches. When we were finished, I leaned back against him and he kissed my neck and shoulders again. “I love you so much,” he said. “I love you, too,” I answered. After this experience, each time I had to pee I would simply find a way to let it out. A few times, I let myself get as desperate as I was in the store, and then find a quiet or secluded place to just let my warm pee trickle down my legs or sit in a cushioned seat somewhere and feel it warm my bottom. My husband and I repeated the wet sex one night when we stepped outside naked onto our back deck and he sat on a chair as I straddled his lap, again facing away from him, and again I had to pee and just let it go when I climaxed. This time, though, when I finished, he said he couldn’t go because he had to pee, as well. So I scooted forward in the seat and said, “Go ahead.” I felt his warm urine against my back, hot and wet, and I turned around and knelt down to let it soak my breasts. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot,” he said and continued to spray his hot urine all over my chest. I rubbed it into my nipples and felt it trickle down my tummy to my vagina and slipped a finger inside myself. “Let’s go to the bed,” he said. In spite of my wetness and our nudity, he was able to pick me up and carry me to the bed. I laid down and turned on my side, exposing my ass and very ready pussy to him. He pressed his warm body against my back as we spooned, and he was soon inside of me, thrusting madly this time, panting and groaning. I was surprised when I came again and dribbled more pee all over the bed and us as we cried out together and he again ejaculated inside of me. We fell asleep just like that, wet and messy but comfortable in each other’s arms.
  2. *****Warning..The following fictional story contains Male/Male Pee fun. If this is a turn off then read something else LOL****** My friend Jim and I had gone to grab a bite to eat at a place about 20 miles from where I live. I have known Jim for several years and we are great friends. I have always known Jim was Bi-sexual and could care less. I don't judge people based off their sexual preferences. We talk about everything including our fetishes and I was surprised when Jim told me he was into golden showers and Pee Play. I told him I was too and it has been nice to have someone who enjoys something I enjoy too. We often watch Pee videos on my computer and talk about our past experiences involving watersports. After dinner we stopped to pick up a few things I needed at the store and headed back to my house. About 5 miles down the road Jim mentioned that he had to pee and maybe should have gone back at the store. We only had about another 15 minutes before I got home and he said he was sure he could hold it. Jim drank several glasses of water with his dinner and by the time we got home he was pretty desperate. I went to the door to let him inside but the deadbolt lock was wanting to be a pain and was hard to get unlocked. Jim thought I was delaying his entry on purpose and he told me if I didn't get the door open quickly he would just pee on me. I told him I was trying...it was dark out and my back door is pretty much hidden from view so I told him if he couldn't hold it just pee outside. I went back to trying to get the deadbolt unlocked. I heard Jim unzip his pants so I figured he was going to water my lawn. As I struggled with the lock I suddenly felt something warm on the back of my leg. I turned around to find Jim Standing there peeing on my leg. "I warned you" he said. By now I was wet enough so that moving out of his way wouldn't matter so I just stood there and watched as he continued to relieve himself on my pants. It actually felt nice...warm and wet. Unlike a lady it was cool watching him aim and play his stream all over my pants. He really had to pee and it took him almost two minutes to finish. Then he shook off and zip himself up. "I've wanted to do that for a long time and just couldn't resist the chance" He told me. I finally got the door open and went inside. After stripping out of my wet clothes I took a shower and put on some clean clothes. Before Jim left he asked if I was mad at him. I told him No. Even though I've always considered myself "Straight" I've always enjoyed see guys pee too. Just never thought I'd actually enjoy being peed on by another guy. Guess you never Know.
  3. "Lisa's" Story Part 2: Adventures with "Dr.P" by Dr. P. On a particularly beautiful moonlit evening in the fall, we decided to visit one of our favorite bar/restaurant establishments. It had a bit of a reputation as a "meat market", in the late '70's, but we liked it because the music was pleasant, the drinks were not as watered as those of the competition, and there was a small, but adequate dance floor, if the mood struck us. The crowd was about our age at the time, 30's and 40's, so the music was not too loud and irritating. You could actually carry on a conversation. I was wearing a close-fitting knit sheath dress, which was kind of "clingy." It ended a few inches above my knees. Under this, I was wearing "Thi-Hi" stockings, with elastic tops, no garters (or "suspenders"), and shiny black heels with ankle straps. I knew I looked good, as the dress rode up to mid thigh, when I sat down. We had 2 or 3 drinks, and ordered another round, talking and laughing intimately, when I told him I had to "go". With a wink and a grin, he said, "Well, you know where the Ladies' Room is. Come back and tell me a good story!" I said I had another idea. I wanted him to go with me, and I did not want to use the Ladies' room! "Let's go outside," I said. We walked outside together. It was a pleasant, warm night in late Fall, in L.A. The full moon had just risen, casting a surprisingly bright glow over everything. We looked in the parking lot. No way. Too small and well lit by the moon. Too many cars and people going in and out. Then we looked across the street, seeing trees and bushes, and remembered that the street was at the western edge of a large park. We crossed the street at the light and continued on the dry grass, to the east of a large grove of trees, which would shield us from view from the street. Further to the east of these trees, the grass and trees of the park stretched for as much as a half mile. It was predictably deserted at this time of the evening. We chose a spot between two cusps in the line of bushes and trees, which faced east, toward the rising moon, and was somewhat protected on the other three sides. I stood, smiling and facing the moon, and slowly raised the hem of my dress, looking alternately at him and at myself. I slipped my panties down, and leaning on him for balance, took them off and put them in my purse. Then I adjusted the hem of my dress until it was just an inch or two above my pussy, and spread my legs comfortably, until my feet were about shoulder width apart. I held my dress up, but it stayed pretty much in place, because it clung to my body. I smiled at him and said "Ready?" He dropped to his knees about 2 feet in front of me, to get the best view possible, as I started to pee. He watched me intently in the moonlight. I was able to keep my stream straight and under control, landing about 6 inches in front of my feet, in the grass. I peed for a long time, possibly for 20 or 30 seconds, until my stream weakened to a trickle and stopped. At the end, a few drops sprinkled my shiny shoes, but my legs and stockings were completely dry. I noticed the dribbles on my shoes, and giggled, a little. He leaned forward, still in his kneeling position, hugging my thighs to his face, pulling me toward him, so he could lick my pussy dry. Just then, I squirted a few final drops, and he caught them in his mouth. I giggled again. He licked my lips for a minute or so. Then I brought some Kleenex out of my purse and had him wipe me, just to make sure. He even wiped my shoes when he was done. I fluffed the hem of my dress, to free it from my body, and he helped me pull it down evenly, front and back. I did not put my panties back on. I totally enjoyed having him help me with all of these little details. His willing, enthusiastic attitude gave me a nice feeling of being well cared for. Since I hated public restrooms anyway, I suggested to him that we agree that I wouldn't use them when we were together. Instead, we would find discreet places to park the car, or other sheltered locations, where I could pee, with him watching, and protecting me from other eyes. He thought this was a wonderful idea, and readily agreed. We had some very erotic, fun adventures, as a result of this agreement. He has described most of them very well in his memoir, so I won't repeat many of them here. There was one incident which was spectacular and exciting, but almost ended in a wetting disaster, for me, so it is worth my telling about it. We had tickets to a play at a theater that was about a 40-minute drive from where we lived and worked. So we met beforehand for drinks and snacks in our local area. We were both dressed well; I was wearing a garter belt and real stockings, under a very pretty dress. We wanted to keep our pact, and I certainly wanted him to see me pee in this outfit, so I didn't do it in the bar, before we left for the theater. We agreed that we would find a place for me to "go," on the way. Traffic was heavier than expected, and we had a hard time finding an exit from the freeway where there would be some chance for privacy. I was fidgeting and getting more and more desperate with every minute, as he drove. I had my hands between my legs, pressing hard on my pussy, through my dress, trying desperately to hold my pee in. Finally, I lifted my dress, pulled it out from under me, and gathered it around my waist, exposing my bare thighs above my stockings. I told him that in case I squirted or dribbled, my legs and panties might get wet, but my dress would stay dry. I pressed my hands against my pussy, over my panties, which were thankfully still dry, and crossed my legs, for added pressure, to stop leaks. I saw him sneak a peek at my legs, showing obvious excitement and admiration. Somewhat to my surprise, I was feeling a little embarrassed by my own desperation and the extreme measures I was taking, and letting him see, to keep from wetting myself in front of him, even though I had let him watch me pee many times, under a variety of circumstances, at that point in our relationship. I told him very emphatically that he absolutely had to take the next exit, no matter what, because I couldn't possibly hold my pee a minute longer. He could see that I was very serious, and more desperate than he had ever seen me. He did take the next exit, and we were extremely lucky. The exit took us into a quiet, poorly lit residential neighborhood, with older houses set back from the street, and quite a few trees. He stopped under a tree, which afforded some privacy from the houses, and there was still some light from one of the street lamps, so he would be able to see me pee. I couldn't have cared less at that point, whether he, or anyone else could see me pee. I had to go now! I had my door open, panties off, dress already around my waist, and was sitting on the running board with my legs spread wide, before he could even get out of the car. When he got around to my side, I was already pissing a hot, ragged, wickedly hissing stream, which splashed on the pavement. It sprayed wildly and splattered on the street, pretty much out of my control. A few drops sprinkled my upper, inner thighs, above my stocking tops, but my dress, stockings and shoes stayed dry. This went on for about a minute, until my stream slowed to a stop. Then a few more drops came out, in a couple of spurts. He was there with the box of Kleenex to help me wipe my thighs and pussy. I would much rather have had him lick me, as he wanted to do, but there was no time. Besides, we didn't know anything about the neighborhood we were in, or whether we had been seen. I looked at the huge puddle on the pavement, and told him I couldn't believe that all of that had come out of me! We closed the car doors and got back on the freeway, continuing to marvel at how much I had peed, and how spectacular it looked, as it hissed and gushed out of me, in a raging torrent. I was amazed at the size and power of my stream, and how forcefully it sprayed. I told him how desperate I had been, and how I would have wet myself and my beautiful dress really badly, at any second, if we hadn't stopped when we did. He said I looked incredibly sexy, sitting there in the car, with my dress around my waist, showing my beautiful legs. He told me that my lifting my dress, pressing on my pussy with my hands, and crossing my legs tightly were all incredibly erotic in his eyes, and also gave him a very intimate look into me, and made him feel much closer to me, sharing my anxiety about wetting myself and my dress. He confided that he was feeling panic that we wouldn't find a suitable place on the first exit we took, off the freeway, but was profoundly relieved, when we did. He had no idea that I might be put in such a desperate situation, and he felt guilty that he hadn't encouraged me to pee in the Ladies' room at the bar we had left, earlier. That made me feel much more relaxed, and less anxious, knowing that he was totally on my side, and he hadn't been secretly enjoying my extreme discomfort. We remembered this incident warmly, reminisced, and chuckled about it, for months afterward. He decided that he liked to lick me dry after I peed, instead of just wiping me with t.p., when we were in the privacy of our hotel room. I enjoyed that a lot more than using t.p. He seemed to really enjoy having my pee on his tongue and in his mouth, so it occurred to me that he might like me to actually pee in his mouth. I didn't have the nerve to ask him whether he wanted me to do that, and he never asked me to do it, directly. But I noticed that the wetter I was when he licked me, the better he liked it. We occasionally met for drinks at "happy hour" in one of our favorite bars, which also had a nice, relatively secluded parking lot behind it. On this evening, when we left the bar, we got into my car, a large Cadillac, where we had room to get comfortable. We got situated in the back seat, and started kissing and fooling around. I don't know what came over me, whether it was the alcohol giving me courage, or some strong, subconscious desire, but I looked him in the eyes and said "I have to go." He looked very pleased, and started to open the car door for me to pee outside, sitting on the running board. I stopped him, saying, "No, I want to do it right there," and patted the car seat. Then I told him to lie down with his head on the spot I had pointed out, and get ready. He quickly understood what I wanted to do, and got into position, as best he could. It was summer, and I was wearing only panties under my dress, no stockings or pantyhose, so I slipped them off quickly. Then I lifted the front of my dress, and knelt over his face, with one thigh on each side of his head. My dress blocked my view of him, but it also blocked the view of anyone from outside, so I left it there, covering both of us. I had to guess where his mouth was, as I lowered myself onto his face. I really had to pee, and knew I wouldn't have any trouble getting started. Holding it while I got into position was more of a challenge. When I thought I was there, I peed a little, and felt it gush, wetting my right thigh. I stopped, and asked if he was getting any. He said yes, he was, and it was delicious. So I started again, but I could feel the warm pee running down my right leg, so I knew he must have been catching most of it with his mouth on my thigh, which I could feel. That was fine with him, but I really wanted to do it directly in his mouth, and to be a little neater, in the process! So I stopped again, shifted position, and restarted. This time, my pee gushed straight into his mouth, and he loved it, but I had to slow it down by stopping and re-starting several times, to give him time to swallow. I finally gave him all that I had, then lifted the front of my dress to watch him lick my wet thigh and lips, between my legs. He looked like he was enjoying that too, even though his face, hair, and shirt collar were soaked with my pee. We dried him off as best we could with Kleenex, but his knit shirt was still damp, when we said good night. He told me later that he loved my scent so much that he didn't wash that shirt until my pee smell faded from it, after several weeks! This gave me a couple more ideas for us to have fun. First, peeing in his mouth was an option, when we couldn't find any other place for me to pee. That could be both fun and practical, at times. And second, his keeping his pee-wet shirt unwashed after our "happy hour" adventure gave me a naughty idea: I would give him a pair of my panties, with my pee scent on them, to remember me by when we were apart. He would return them to me the next week, in exchange for a freshly scented pair. So I decided to start by wetting my panties right in front of him one night, as we were getting dressed and ready to leave the hotel room. I called him into the bathroom, wearing only my bra and panties, telling him that I wanted to show him something. I stood over the toilet, facing outward, straddling it, with the seat up, and peed in my panties, after catching his eyes, when he walked into the bathroom. When it started coming out, it gushed through the thin cloth, soaking them instantly, which surprised me a little. I was glad it kept on going through them instead of running down one or both of my legs, as I was afraid it might! I shared that concern with him. He said that if it ran down my legs, it wouldn't have been a problem, at all. He would have been more than happy to lick them "dry" for me! I knew he was making a promise on which he would deliver. I had seen how turned on he was, on the rare occasions when my pee wet my legs, and he got to lick them dry for me. There was something about seeing my pee dribbles on my legs that excited him more than anything else. I was very curious about that, and asked him why? He told me about an experience in his early life. He said he had looked up a girl's skirt, in grade school, as she returned to her desk from the bathroom, and he had seen pee dribbles on her inner thighs. This was incredibly exciting to him. He fantasized about how she peed, and how her legs got wet, for years afterward. From that time on, he confided that seeing pee drops on a woman's legs was a fantastic turn-on, for him, reminding him of that early experience. That was a very interesting revelation to me, and I kept it in mind for the future, which turned out to be fun, on several occasions. He loved watching me pee in my panties, which he had never seen me do, before. He loved it even more when I slipped those wet panties off, and handed them to him. He sniffed them and kissed them, then put them in his pocket. Kneeling on the floor, he hugged my thighs, and licked my wet pussy dry. We repeated this ritual for several weeks. To keep it interesting, I did it in different positions or styles, every week, first in a high squat, then sitting with my legs spread wide apart, then pressed close together, as if I were trying to stop my pee from coming out. I even peed sitting with my legs tightly crossed, which he didn't believe I could do. It hissed and sprayed a little at first, and my upper inner thighs got wet, so it was a little messy, and I knew he would love that! He was only too happy to lick me dry when I was done wetting my panties, and handed them to him. There were situations on our dates when there was no outside place for me to pee, and I had to use public restrooms. In one such situation, I told him I had to "go" just as we were leaving a bar. It was summer, and I had nothing but panties on, underneath my skirt. "Please don't wipe," he whispered in my ear. "OK," I said, wondering what he had in mind. I often skipped wiping in our hotel rooms, because he was going to lick me dry. But this was different. We were in a public place, and I was worried about visible dribbles running down my legs, as I walked back to the car. The restroom was relatively clean, so I sat when I peed, with my legs spread wide. I peed a lot, gushing and hissing. When I finished, I saw that my lips and hair were quite wet, but my legs were dry. So I didn't wipe, but just pulled my panties back up, thinking that they would absorb everything. But as I walked out to meet him, I could feel some dribbles running down the backs of my legs, toward my knees. That made me very anxious, so I grabbed his arm and told him we had to hurry back to the car, laughing nervously. As soon as we got in the car, he ran his hands up my legs, all the way to my damp panties, and found the dribbles on my thighs, as well as some that had already reached my calves. He dove under my skirt immediately, and started licking his way up my legs to my panties, then buried his face in them, moving them aside with his tongue, as he licked my pussy. His tongue felt awfully good, and I soon forgot my anxieties. I told him I wanted his cock in me. I took my panties off handed them to him, and straddled him on the car seat, just like I was squatting to pee, and took his hard cock into my wet pussy. We both came very quickly. There was a time when I wanted him to fulfill a fantasy of mine, where we fucked standing up, outdoors, as part of our noontime jog. He was very willing, but he said he didn't know if he could "rise to the occasion," under those circumstances. I told him not to worry. I drank a lot of liquids and held my pee for five hours, then stood, with my legs wide open, and let it all fly out, in a fantastic spray, just relaxing, and letting it go, without trying to control it. I noticed that my legs got wet, too. He saw that, and had no problem at all, rising to the occasion! On another occasion, I deliberately peed on my legs for him. This started when I stood and peed on a hilltop, with him watching. I had planned this as a surprise for him, ahead of time, but pretended that the need to pee just hit me suddenly. I started to do it with good control of my stream, which I usually had, but the wind swirled around me, and blew my pee all over my legs, which was a surprise to me, and to him! He was ecstatic, and licked me from my ankles all the way up, afterward, then tongued me to one of the best orgasms I ever had. I think I squirted a little pee in his mouth, when I came. He swallowed it and said, "Delicious." (What a difference from my former lover, who was disgusted when I peed on his hand, during an orgasm!) I rewarded him by showing him how I could spread my lips and sprinkle pee drops on my legs, while lying down. I had already peed a lot, so I didn't know if I had enough pee left, but I managed to wet my upper thighs, with a few drops. He watched me intently, as I sprinkled my thighs. He wanted to rub his cock on my legs, because we didn't have much time left, and I wanted to make them wet and slippery for him, so he would cum as quickly as possible. He was so excited by what he saw and felt, that he squirted a huge load on my legs, almost immediately. Another time, when we were going to shower together, I deliberately saved my pee until we were in the shower, intending to put on a little show for him. Then I just let it go, making no attempt to control it at all. It gushed all over my legs, and I watched it run all the way down them to my feet, It was a dark yellow, so it was very visible, quite spectacular, I thought. It felt surprisingly hot on my legs, and I called his attention to that. I think he would have missed my little show entirely, if I hadn't said something. I didn't let him know I had planned to put on a show for him, claiming that I just wanted to be "efficient," peeing and showering at the same time. So remembering his odd little quirk about seeing me pee on my legs added to my fun, as well as his. We eventually disagreed about the future of our relationship, and broke off seeing each other regularly, which was disappointing to both of us. But we still got together a few times a year. Once I had experienced pee sex with "Dr.P," I realized that I really liked it. To me, it was just another expression of love, between two people. I shared that with him, and he agreed. More importantly, I lost my feelings of shame and revulsion about my bodily fluids and processes, which had influenced and inhibited me, for my entire life. So when I began dating other men, I told them stories and asked them questions, to gauge their interest in my peeing. I got a wide range of responses, from curiosity and enthusiastic interest, to disinterest and disgust. Some who professed disinterest, showed definite signs of arousal, during our conversations. One guy came in his pants, after listening to one of my little stories! So I have to say that my experiences with peeing and sex broadened my outlook, for the rest of my life. Dr. P.
  4. The Souvenir

    The Souvenir by Dr. P They had about a half hour wait, when they reached the restaurant, so they had a couple of cocktails before dinner. She visited the Ladies' just before the food arrived. He asked her to bring him a souvenir, as she had done, years ago. She smiled, knowingly. When she returned, she said "It looked clean at first, but I noticed some dribbles on the seat, at the last second, so I couldn't sit down; I had to squat." She remembered how he had often begged her to squat, when he watched her pee, in the past. "How did you do it?" he asked, hoping for more details. "I'll show you, back in the room." "Did your legs get wet?" he asked. "What do you think?" she asked, as she handed him a piece of damp t.p., which she had hidden in her hand. It was the "souvenir" he had requested. He sniffed and kissed the t.p. discretely, said it was wetter than usual, but he couldn't tell if her legs got wet. He stashed it in his pocket. "I had to "go" really bad, and I didn't have much time," she whispered in his ear. "I haven't squatted to pee for a long time, and I couldn't remember exactly how I used to do it, so I got pretty wet, including my legs. Wish you could have been there to help me wipe." "Me too!" he said. They finished their dinner with coffee and dessert, then drove back to the hotel. She began to feel the need for relief, on the drive back, and clamped his hand between her thighs, to help her hold it. She went straight to the bathroom, when they reached the room, lifted her dress up around her waist, and slipped her panties to mid thigh, then squatted low over the toilet, with the seat down, exactly as she had done in the restaurant. He knelt in front of her. Her pee came out in a wickedly hissing, flat spray, just as it had, in the restaurant. Her thighs weren't very far apart, limited by her tight panties, and they got wet. When she finished, he saw that her pussy was wet, as usual, and some fine, golden drops clung to her inner thighs, and the toilet seat. He licked her pussy and thighs, and wiped the seat with t.p.
  5. The Reunion

    Notes: A few years ago, a good online friend of mine from the UK suggested that we start writing what he called "micro erotic" stories, and positng them on a site to which we both belonged, at the time. They were to be extremely short, limited to approximately 200 words. I agreed to try it, and I did. It was a little challenging, but it was fun. With more experience, I found that I preferred writing what I will call "mini-erotic" stories, limited to 400 words or less. By their nature, these stories allow a little more development and detail, but they can only cover one or two events, over a time span of minutes, up to a day, at most. Alternatively, several of them, taken together, can cover longer time spans. I will try posting a few of these, here. They are purely fictional, but they were written with one of my favorite g.f.'s in mind. I have not yet described her, or told our real story in the Real Stories forum. The story begins with the fantasy reunion of a once-intimate couple, and continues with their activities, celebrating that reunion in several mini-stories, spanning their first 24 hours together. Hope you enjoy. The Reunion by Dr.P He had called, out of the blue, telling her that he had never stopped loving her, and wanted very much to see her again. They had been lovers for a number of years, in a long ago time, and had shared intimacies on a very deep level, which far surpassed those most couples share. They had been forced apart by circumstances beyond their control, but had never broken up. She thought of him as the love of her life, and she knew that his call meant that he felt the same way about her, and they agreed to meet. He picked her up in his truck, and they drove to a hotel he had already checked them into. It was a nice, warm day, and she was wearing a light summer dress and panties, with her legs bare, as she knew he liked them best. Sitting next to him, she raised the hem of her dress just high enough to show him her upper thighs, keeping it just below her panties, but kept her legs together, so her inner thighs touched. He told her how lovely she looked, and began stroking and caressing her legs, as he drove. After a few minutes, she opened her legs and captured his hand between them, squeezing his hand tightly against her panties. She had planned well, drinking several cups of coffee that morning, and a glass of wine later, to relax her. So the needs of her bladder were making themselves known. Now, she needed the pressure of his hand between her thighs, to keep her from wetting herself. They reached the hotel and hurried into the room. She ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, dress up to her waist, panties at her ankles, legs open, with him in front of her, his face between her knees. She looked down, checking her lips, separating them momentarily with her fingers, to make sure they were open, before she started peeing. He remembered this fondly, as one of her most intimate, uniquely personal preparations for peeing, caught her eyes, and smiled up at her. She smiled back at him, knowingly.. Then she released her beautiful, hissing torrent.. It came out higher, and more forward than he remembered, and it hissed and sprayed more, leaving lots of little dribbles, for him to lick from her thighs and pussy.
  6. Office accident

    Office accident So on my first day of my new office manager job last Monday and I also experienced my first wetting accident. I arrive at the office about 20 minutes early to get situated and aquanted with the building. My boss briefly shows me around the floor I'm going to be working on and introduces me to a few of the other employees I'd be working with before he suddenly gets a call and the day quickly begins. Before I could settle in, or even locate the restrooms, the phones started to ring off the hook. The phones wouldn't stop ringing for even just a second. I have been sitting at my desk for five hours now and haven't been able to get a minute to go pee. I've been drinking coffee and tea all day. I didn't want to ask if I could have a pee break. I was a little bit embarrassed to have to interrupt everyone's work day so someone could leave their office to sit in my office to answer my phone. So I continued to wait. I assumed I would be getting a lunch break sometime soon, so I would go then. Then I saw my boss walking towards me, I figured he was going to send me on a lunch break, I started to feel a little bit excited and relieved that I was finally going to be able to go pee. Just as I felt the excitement of about to get some relief, he bursted that thought. He stepped up to my desk and said..." We are so busy today so I ordered everyone lunch. I was devastated, I was about to burst. I began bouncing on my seat. I was so embarrassed, I was hoping he didn't notice. Ohhhh I had to pee so freaking bad!!! He then asked me if I could receive the order when the delivery guy arrived. I, of course said yes. He handed me a company credit card, said It will be here soon, go ahead and sign my name. As he walked away, I looked at the clock, it was already 4pm. What? Wait... Ordering food now? I thought to myself.... We get done in an hour and we are ordering food!!? I took a deep breath and regathered myself. Ok I thought to myself..." It's one hour, I can make it, I can hold on for another hour and go pee quickly before I have to catch the bus. My bus doesn't come until 5:15 I will have plenty of time. I take a few more calls before they shut the lines down at 4:45. I clean up my desk and area real quick so I can get out right at 5:00. I'm watching the clock tick, it's at two minutes till five... I'm getting anxious, I'm ready to explode. Just the thought of finally peeing is getting me excited. Ok... Yes!!! One minute till... I stand up, start to push my chair in, look up towards the restrooms. NO!!!! The delivery guy!! Omg!! I take the bags, sign the receipt and send him on his way. Now I have to take the order down to my bosses office. Omg!!! He's going to cause me to not be able to make the restrooms before I catch the bus. I hand him the order, I try to get away quickly, but he insists that I take something home with me. He fishes through the bags, grabs me a few things and finally tells me have a good night and sends me on my way. I practically jog down the hall. As I get close to the restrooms, I look at my watch, it's 5:11!! I only have four minutes to get down the elevator and to the bus stop. If I stop to pee, I'm definitely not going to make the bus. I decide that I should catch my bus because it's the only bus that goes to my neighborhood. I hurried to the bus stop, barely made it. I boarded the bus, grabbed a seat near the front so I could get off quick. As the bus started to move, my bladder began to ache. The urgency started to grow quickly and immensely. I was bouncing and wiggling all around my seat. I was struggling to hold on, I was beginning to panic. My body began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. I felt little beads of sweat forming on my forehead, I started feeling little shivers run throughout my body. My pussy began to ache and tremble. I couldn't resist the urge to grab myself. I reached down and pushed on my pussy, pressing as hard as I could. Believe it or not, applying pressure somewhat felt relieving. The harder the pressure, the better. My stop was next.... THANK GOD!! I took the last few minutes before my stop to regain control. I took a deep breath, stiffened up my posture, got ready to stand up. As the bus stopped, I slowly stood up, took another deep breath and started to take my first step. Just as I took my first step, I felt my bladder began to quiver. I got so nervous, I started to panic. I couldn't get the control back. I stood still there. I was frozen right there in the aisle of the jam packed bus. Front and center in everyone's veiw. The bus was filled with both men and women. All I could think of was what if I piss myself... what are all these people going to think? As I stood there in shear panic, gripping onto the hand rails. With my face glowing red with embarrassment, I looked all around taking in all of the people's faces. The bus driver telling me that I had to go if I wanted off here because he had to go. Once again I take a deep breath, and I start to take a step... I knew I was going to burst right there, but I had no choice.... The driver was demanding I get moving. I had to keep walking. I feel my hot liquids begin to leak. The flow started out slow stream on the first step, but by the second step, they were just gushing out and down my legs. With every step, I was leaving a little puddle of warm pee on the bus floor. After about 6 steps, I'm finally off the bus and almost to my appartment. I run up the stairs, get in my front door, strip off my wet clothes. I lay down across my bed, let out a long sigh in relief to finally be home. As I'm laying there, thinking about the whole situation, I realize that it really made me feel turned on and horny. I kept replaying the episode over and over in my head as I pleasured myself into a extreme orgasm. I definitely think I want to try this again sometime
  7. Independence Day boating mishap

    Independence Day boating mishap So for the Fourth of July festivities, our friends invited us and two other couples out on their boat to watch the fireworks. Our plans were that we all would pack a cooler with picnic food to share and a second cooler with drinks. We all met up around noon at the boat docks in our small town. Alot of people usually go out on the river to see the fireworks show, so we decided to meet early to beat the crowd. About quarter after twelve, John pulled in with the boat. The guys loaded all of the coolers and all of our other belongings onto the boat. Us ladies all ran up to the restrooms to pee before leaving. Our plans were to head up river to a small island, stop and picnic. This particular island was a quite popular place to hang out. Usually there was good bit of people to party with. This year was no different, in fact this year was the most crowded I've ever seen. We docked, unloaded our coolers, found our spot and began to drink and party. We usually stay there for the whole day and get back in the river about nine. This year was different..... About 7:30 the River Patrol pulled up to the island and made everyone vacate the premises. We had to pack up our things quickly and get out. Leaving us no time to pee before we left. Ok, so now it's only 7:30, the fireworks aren't going to start until a little after dusk which is probably around 9:30 or so. Here we are, been drinking all day, stuck floating around in the river, and no where to go pee. And you know what?.... For some odd reason, the more you need to pee, the thirstier you become. Not sure if that happens with everyone, but it sure seems to be the case with ladies on the boat with me. The four of us are sitting on the bench seat in the back of the boat just laughing and giggling about our situation at the moment, but I'm not sure how long until we are no longer laughing and giggling. The guys decide that we should take a little run up river since we have about two hours to kill. Well... You know how guys are, they get crazy sometimes. It wasn't bad enough that us ladies have to pee, they decide to go speed demon up the river. Causing cold ass river water to splash all over us. I don't know about anyone else, but being cold and wet only intensifies the urge to pee. Now the other girls are starting to get a little nervous about the situation. I, of course am not stressing about it a bit. I keep looking up at my husband to see if he is noticing the situation. Of course he is too busy horsing around with the guys and doesn't have a clue. I decide to secretly send him a text to make him aware. I also suggest to him to try to sneak some pictures and videos. Now that I have his attention.... I'm going to have a little fun with this. Even though I really have to pee bad too, I grab us girls another cold one from the coolers. We continue talking, laughing and goofing off. My husband asks if he can have a turn driving the boat. John says of course and trades him seats. My husband is no rookie when it comes to driving a boat, he knew what he was doing the whole time. He turned us around and headed back up river, knowing that our waves from earlier were probably still there. Instead of missing them, he intentionally cut right through them. Well,.... When you go back over top of waves, it's very very bouncy and bumpy. The bumps definitely were intensifying everyone's urge to pee. The girls were now becoming quite despetate. Just then my husband, by the way his name is cliff, had the greatest idea. He announced to everyone how cool he thought that was and he wanted to do it again so he could video it. Wow.... I was impressed with his quick thinking!! So once again, he turns around and heads up river. Only this time the waves are much bigger and choppier. The bounces and bumps were alot rougher. With each bounce, you could hear some squeals from the girls as they were trying to keep control and not piss themselves. As we traveled down the river, hitting every bump, we all were holding onto one another, and squirming and wiggling all around in our seats. Finally after about 5 minutes, Cliff was at the end of the choppy Waters. He asked us if we had to pee or something because he noticed us squirming. We all sighed and answered YES!! He pulled the boat over into calm water in a secluded area and dropped the anchor. Then he said.... "Well ladies... I can't get you to shore, but you guys can pee off the side of the boat. With having to pee so bad, we definitely are game for his idea. Two of us take one side, and the other two take the other side. We all drop our shorts and panties and hang our asses over the edge. As soon as we had our asses over the edge, our hot pent up golden liquid began to gush out. All you could hear was the hissing of our piss spurting out and the sighs and moans of us feeling that sweet relief. I glanced up at the guys to see their reaction. I knew that my husband would be enjoying it, but I was surprised to see that the other guys were also enjoying it. And guess what?... Remember Cliff was videoing his river run? Well he never turned the camera off!! So we got the whole scene on video. We headed back out into the river enjoyed a few more drinks and watched the fireworks. As we sat there, we made a few comments about the ordeal trying to figure out wether or not anyone in the group would be interested in playing out another scenario... We didn't get a definite vibe, but we got some little vibes to maybe bring up sometime later. So.... Until we figure them out, I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope to have another one for you soon!!
  8. Independence Day boating mishap

    Independence Day boating mishap So for the Fourth of July festivities, our friends invited us and two other couples out on their boat to watch the fireworks. Our plans were that we all would pack a cooler with picnic food to share and a second cooler with drinks. We all met up around noon at the boat docks in our small town. Alot of people usually go out on the river to see the fireworks show, so we decided to meet early to beat the crowd. About quarter after twelve, John pulled in with the boat. The guys loaded all of the coolers and all of our other belongings onto the boat. Us ladies all ran up to the restrooms to pee before leaving. Our plans were to head up river to a small island, stop and picnic. This particular island was a quite popular place to hang out. Usually there was good bit of people to party with. This year was no different, in fact this year was the most crowded I've ever seen. We docked, unloaded our coolers, found our spot and began to drink and party. We usually stay there for the whole day and get back in the river about nine. This year was different..... About 7:30 the River Patrol pulled up to the island and made everyone vacate the premises. We had to pack up our things quickly and get out. Leaving us no time to pee before we left. Ok, so now it's only 7:30, the fireworks aren't going to start until a little after dusk which is probably around 9:30 or so. Here we are, been drinking all day, stuck floating around in the river, and no where to go pee. And you know what?.... For some odd reason, the more you need to pee, the thirstier you become. Not sure if that happens with everyone, but it sure seems to be the case with ladies on the boat with me. The four of us are sitting on the bench seat in the back of the boat just laughing and giggling about our situation at the moment, but I'm not sure how long until we are no longer laughing and giggling. The guys decide that we should take a little run up river since we have about two hours to kill. Well... You know how guys are, they get crazy sometimes. It wasn't bad enough that us ladies have to pee, they decide to go speed demon up the river. Causing cold ass river water to splash all over us. I don't know about anyone else, but being cold and wet only intensifies the urge to pee. Now the other girls are starting to get a little nervous about the situation. I, of course am not stressing about it a bit. I keep looking up at my husband to see if he is noticing the situation. Of course he is too busy horsing around with the guys and doesn't have a clue. I decide to secretly send him a text to make him aware. I also suggest to him to try to sneak some pictures and videos. Now that I have his attention.... I'm going to have a little fun with this. Even though I really have to pee bad too, I grab us girls another cold one from the coolers. We continue talking, laughing and goofing off. My husband asks if he can have a turn driving the boat. John says of course and trades him seats. My husband is no rookie when it comes to driving a boat, he knew what he was doing the whole time. He turned us around and headed back up river, knowing that our waves from earlier were probably still there. Instead of missing them, he intentionally cut right through them. Well,.... When you go back over top of waves, it's very very bouncy and bumpy. The bumps definitely were intensifying everyone's urge to pee. The girls were now becoming quite despetate. Just then my husband, by the way his name is cliff, had the greatest idea. He announced to everyone how cool he thought that was and he wanted to do it again so he could video it. Wow.... I was impressed with his quick thinking!! So once again, he turns around and heads up river. Only this time the waves are much bigger and choppier. The bounces and bumps were alot rougher. With each bounce, you could hear some squeals from the girls as they were trying to keep control and not piss themselves. As we traveled down the river, hitting every bump, we all were holding onto one another, and squirming and wiggling all around in our seats. Finally after about 5 minutes, Cliff was at the end of the choppy Waters. He asked us if we had to pee or something because he noticed us squirming. We all sighed and answered YES!! He pulled the boat over into calm water in a secluded area and dropped the anchor. Then he said.... "Well ladies... I can't get you to shore, but you guys can pee off the side of the boat. With having to pee so bad, we definitely are game for his idea. Two of us take one side, and the other two take the other side. We all drop our shorts and panties and hang our asses over the edge. As soon as we had our asses over the edge, our hot pent up golden liquid began to gush out. All you could hear was the hissing of our piss spurting out and the sighs and moans of us feeling that sweet relief. I glanced up at the guys to see their reaction. I knew that my husband would be enjoying it, but I was surprised to see that the other guys were also enjoying it. And guess what?... Remember Cliff was videoing his river run? Well he never turned the camera off!! So we got the whole scene on video. We headed back out into the river enjoyed a few more drinks and watched the fireworks. As we sat there, we made a few comments about the ordeal trying to figure out wether or not anyone in the group would be interested in playing out another scenario... We didn't get a definite vibe, but we got some little vibes to maybe bring up sometime later. So.... Until we figure them out, I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope to have another one for you soon!!
  9. Desperate Co-worker

    Working on a ambulance sometimes you get busy and don't have time to pee. The other day I transported a patient to a hospital in another city. I was working with a cute female co-worker. After leaving that patient we had to go back and transport another to the same town. I noticed that after our first call my partner didn't stop to use the restroom. After dropping off our second patient My partner said "Let's go...if I don't find a bathroom I'm gong to pee in my pants" Down the hall we found a bathroom and she dashed inside and shut the door. Coming out she said "Boy I feel so much better" Made the whole day better. Wetman
  10. At World's End

    I need some help from the honorable members of this forum, if possible. I have been an urgent outdoor pissing enthusiast for going on twenty years. Over these years, I have come and gone from some really good websites, and have, in my opinion, a very reasonable collection. But lately, I feel as though I have exhausted all websites in this genre. Below, I will list the sites that I have exhausted, and I am asking if anyone knows of any other sites like them. I am not into wetting, or indoor f/f f/m golden showers or watersports. I need true, voluminous desperation, peeing somewhere other than a toilet. Really like the voyeur stuff, and non-voyeur public stuff. You'll see. Sites that I have exhausted- Sneakypee (In the early 2000s, the greatest of all the outdoor desperation sites) The quality of their models has diminished greatly from then (Tiffany, Claire, Lolly, etc. were the halcyon days). ProjectPee-no longer a subscription site, but pay per video. I have some of his old stuff, and check the ppv stuff regularly, but it is infrequently updated (Eve is on the Mt. Rushmore of piss models imho). I have exhausted PissBank. I check peeing-outdoors everyday and love the "summary" videos they make of their public voyeur stuff. I recently finished off Piss Japan TV, FTV girls and ATK. These you have to search through meticulously to find what you're looking for. I love some of the OLD Hidden Zone stuff, especially that one tree that would get absolutely flooded with piss, and some of their festival stuff. I DO NOT like the toilet voyeur stuff that it's doing recently, along with VoyeurBank and PeeHunters. If you want to know what I"m all about, think Sneakypee/Peeing-Outdoors. Those two are my all time favorites. I've downloaded a couple VoyeurismoPublic Sex Pissing vids from Galician, but the new stuff isn't nearly as good as the early Lunes De Aguas Voyeur stuff, which was a gold mine. I have gotten some really good Clips for Sale vids from Dirty Dani Picas. Bound2Burst has a good concept, but I can tell that some of the desperation is over-acted, as the models produce 400-600 ml, while hopping around like they are about to die from bursting. That's disappointing, but there are some good vids there as well. Other than the sites I've mentioned, does anyone know of any other really good public/sneaky/voyeur public peeing sites? If anyone knows of any private collection that I may negotiate for, like some other hidden outdoor cams/ cctv cam stuff of good quality, please drop me a pm. If there are any publicly available sites, please reply to this thread. I'm getting depressed. I feel like I've reached the edge of the map here. Thanks again in advance! pdawg
  11. Denise felt like a new woman after her and Starla finished their afternoon at the spa, and not just because of the hot tub, the massages and the facials, but because of her new brazen attitude towards wetting herself without caring. After peeing during her massage and soaking her chair and floor during her facial, combined with pissing herself at the movie theater and on a train in front of a mother and daughter, there was no turning back. Emboldened by Starla's own shameless wettings, Denise was looking forward to what the rest of their time together as roomates might look like. She didn't have to wait long. As soon as they sat in Starla's car, Starla smiled and adjusted her skirt. Denise could hear a soft hissing. She looked down and saw a small stream dribbling through the gusset of Starla's flowery panties. "Sorry," Starla said. Denise laughed, as if any apology was needed. "Wanted to pee before we left." A puddle was forming on the seat cover, making a burbling sound. Starla reached down and slid her panties aside and let out a moan as the stream grew and splashed loudly into the puddle. "Ohh, it's getting my skirt wet." She sounded more aroused than bothered by this. "Ohh, I don't care." Her flow finally weakened to a tinkling dribble and Starla put her keys in the ignition and started the car. She didn't make any effort to clean the puddle, but instead sat up and pulled her skirt back down, no doubt enjoying the warmth as it soaked into her skirt. Starla smiled and put the car in reverse. Ten minutes on the road and Denise was feeling her bladder fill again. She held it, though, as Starla started talking. "So, tell me your hottest pee fantasy." Denise coughed. "Well...I'm kind of new to this thing, so..." "Give it a shot." "I guess I would like to live somewhere where I could pee anytime and anywhere and not have to worry about a mess or being embarrassed." "Yessss!" Starla said. "Like be a rich girl and have servants who clean up after you." "Yeah. So I could wake up, let it all go in my bed and make a huge mess on my mattress and not have to worry about it. Or I just walk around my house and pee whenever I feel like it, soaking the carpet, my couch, my bathroom and kitchen floor, and someone would come up and clean everything." "And," Starla said, "like when you're out in public and you just let it go in your pants and no one says anything. It's like they don't notice or they don't care." "Yeah," Denise said, squirming. She sat up to adjust her skirt and Starla smiled. "Well, my fantasy is to have a pee party. Like a house full of people who are into peeing, to not have to worry about the mess, and just let loose wherever and whenever, on furniture, on the carpets, on each other." Denise blushed, but not because she was embarrassed. She was imagining a party where she and some other girls and guys are walking around their apartment, fully nude, peeing anywhere they felt the need. She pictured herself kneeling on the carpet, a dribble of pee escaping to the floor, as a hot brunette guy empties his own bladder all over her chest. She had seen it in videos, but never in real life. She was also blushing because the pressure was becoming too much Denise reached under her skirt and slid her panties off, dropping them into the floor. She grinned at Starla as she parted her legs a little and rested her arms at her sides. It only took a few seconds for a tiny dribble to tickle her slit and then grow to a trickle. Denise sighed and the trickle grew to a hiss as a steady stream splashed messily from her, sprayed her thighs and pooled between her legs. Like Starla, she relished in the warm feel of her pee as it soaked her bottom. It was over soon, though, but she wasn't finished. Denise reached down and touched her labia gently, rubbing her wet fingers against her clitoris. It only took a few soft strokes before she was moaning and moving her hips to meet her hand. She sighed and slumped into her seat, smiling widely. "Damn, girl," Starla said. "My story get you hot?" she asked. Denise nodded. "We're going to have to get you to a pee party, then." She chuckled. When they got home, Starla unlocked the door to the apartment. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Starla stood still and sighed, emptying her bladder into her panties and all over the tile floor. Denise watched her as Starla shut the door with her back and leaned against it. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a messy stream in front of her, then stroked her slit, splashing warm pee all over her fingers. She thrust a few fingers inside her vagina and cried out as she climaxed, still squirting a soft flow of pee as she did. Her knees must have weakened because she sat down, ignoring the warm puddle under her. "Yeah," Starla said, "we're gonna find a pee party."
  12. A Dream Come True

    Disclaimer: This story is fictional, but based somewhat on truth. I am not the narrator. A few nights ago I woke from a dream that left me with an almost painful erection. In the dream, my wife and I were walking somewhere at night and she wasn't wearing pants. She was walking ahead of me as I admired her panty-clad bottom, round and shapely. She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling, flirting. Then she turned around and gasped as I heard a hiss and her panties filled with warm pee. My alarm interrupted the dream and I opened my eyes to see my massive erection almost poking through my boxer-briefs. I turned my alarm off and rolled over to see my gorgeous wife rubbing her eyes and yawning. She also noticed my erection and smiled. "Good morning," she said. I felt her delicate fingers touch the tip of my penis through my shorts. "Good morning," I said as she eased the top of my boxers down and freed my swollen cock from its prison. I returned the favor by reaching my hand to the gusset of her panties and slipping my finger through to feel her clit. She was already getting wet, so I easily rubbed her slit. She scooted closer to me, still caressing the shaft and tip of my penis. I scooted closer, as well, and she guided my cock closer to her warm and moist pussy but stopped just enough for my tip to touch the lips of her vagina. We writhed and moved like this for a few minutes, kissing passionately, stopping only to kiss each other's neck or shoulders. It wasn't long before I slipped easily into her, feeling both pain as I wanted to cum right now and pleasure as I wanted to make the feeling of her warmth and wetness and softness last as long as possible. She sighed and moaned as we gently and passionately moved together. Her sighs became gasps, though, and we quickened our pace. Her mouth opened in a loud moan and I could feel her getting even wetter. I couldn't hold on anymore and I also moaned and thrust harder as we both came together, crying out and then nearly melting into the bed as we finished. Later, as we were getting dressed for work, my wife asked: "So was that just morning wood, or were you dreaming about something?" I must have blushed because she smiled. "Guilty," I said. "I was dreaming about you." "What were you dreaming?" she asked. I hesitated. My wife and I had never been into pee-play as a couple, even though she was aware that before our marriage I looked at pee-related porn and seemed to have a secret fetish for wetting. A few times she had invited me into the bathroom to watch her pee, and once while showering together, I wouldn't let her out to use the bathroom, so she had said, Well, then and just peed in the shower. But after 15 years of marriage and three kids, those few times were it, other than some sneeze or cough spurts that happen to nearly all women. "Umm, well," I said. I could feel my face redden. But my wife and I were also one of those rare couples who doesn't hide anything. I know that sounds hard to believe, but we are honest about our desires, our fears, our concerns, our feelings. If I find another woman attractive, I tell my wife. Rather than getting angry, she appreciates my candor and knows that just because I think a girl is attractive doesn't mean I'm going to cheat or even that I find that girl more attractive than her. Likewise, she is open with me, as well. "Out with it," she said. "I dreamt you peed your panties," I said. She giggled and gave me a look that said, You naughty boy. "Well, you would have to get me really drunk for that one." Fast forward to that evening. After work we got a sitter for the kids and decided to go out for dinner. We took a cab because on our nights out my wife and I both like to have a bit to drink. To embrace gender stereotypes, I like beer and she likes wine coolers and daiquiris. But we both occasionally order mixed drinks and on this night we went a little heavy on the rum: she a few pina coladas and me a few Cuba libres. As the night crept on, I felt my wife rubbing her bare foot up my leg under the table. She would smile at me and bite her lip. "Wanna get out of here?" she finally asked. Of course I did. We decided to walk a few blocks to enjoy the night air before catching a cab home. We knew the kids would be asleep by now and it was obvious we wanted to enjoy as much of the night together as possible. Then, she said it. "I have to pee." I wasn't sure I really heard it at first. Then she reached down and held herself. "Well, we can walk back to the bar," I said. "It's too far," she said. I laughed. I could still see the bar on the next block. "Is there anybody around?" she asked. I looked around us and there was no one, except a few guys standing outside the bar. We were on a fairly secluded street with more trees than houses or cars. "Let's walk a little farther," she said. She took me by the hand and led me deeper down this tree-lined street. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Okay," she said, not answering me. "This is better." This next part may sound unbelievable to you, but it happened just as I'm about to tell you. My wife started working with the button of her jeans. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Well, I'm not going to get my jeans wet," she said. She kicked off her sandals, unzipped her jeans and tugged them down her full legs. Now she was standing in front of me in just her panties and an adorable gray Minnie Mouse t-shirt she bought on our Disney trip a few years ago. It was snug enough to flatter her full breasts and womanly tummy. Combined with the gray panties with pink trim (Those are my favorite, I once said. They're all your favorite, she had replied). I looked around to make sure we really were alone. Two sensations overwhelmed me: concern that someone would see her like this (another man, perhaps) and arousal at how naughty and spontaneous she was acting right now. She smiled at me and bit her lip again in that way that makes me lose my mind every time. "You're drunk," I said. "Maybe," she whispered. "But I can't hold it much longer." She squeezed her legs together, and I stared at her like this, her full figure making her so goddess-like that I just wanted to fall at her feet and do whatever she wished of me. "Ohhh," she moaned. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it." I was speechless as she squirmed and shifted her legs. "Oh my god, I'm gonna--" She stopped talking and instead gasped as a warm stream of pee soaked the gusset of her panties and started to dribble down her legs. "Oh, god, that feels good." I couldn't take it anymore. I unzipped my fly and took out my now throbbing cock. I walked up to her, but I didn't have to go far. Still peeing, she grabbed my arms and pulled me close to her. "This is the sexiest thing you have ever done," I said. "I know," she whispered, "and it won't be the last time." She unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them and my boxer-briefs to my knees. I kicked them off next to hers. At this point, I didn't care if anyone saw us. I just cared that I wanted her. I could hear the soft splatter of her pee falling to the ground as I kissed her. Then, surprised, I felt her guide me to her warm flow, past her damp panties, and into her soaking wet slit. The warm splashes of pee hitting my penis were so glorious I almost lost it right there. I thrust gently, letting my cock feel the warmth of her urine as well as caress her sensitive slit. She sighed as her flow stopped. She surprised me again as she pulled away and then turned around, placing her hands against a tree next to us. She stuck her round and wet panty-clad ass out at me and I remembered my dream. I didn't hesitate and stepped up to her, eased the gusset of her panties aside, and slipped easily into her wet vagina from behind. She moved her hips and ass perfectly and I reached under her shirt to caress her breasts through her bra as she leaned back into me. I kissed her neck and shoulders and felt her moving quicker and harder as I reached my other hand to the front gusset of her panties and rubbed her slit. She moaned and I felt a trickle on my fingertip and then down the shaft of my penis. "Oh god, I'm...peeing again," my wife moaned as I continued to thrust my cock into her. "Go ahead," I whispered. She moaned again and I heard a hiss as my fingers, the front of her panties, and my cock grew wet with a steady flow of warm pee. It wasn't much, but my wife's moans were growing to gasps. I pulled out of her, though, and turned her around to face me. Then I grabbed her ass and pulled her close, slipping my cock easily between the gusset of her panties and back into her. It only took a few thrusts until we were both crying out in ecstasy, not caring if anyone heard us. I remained inside of her, even after we came, but started to pull away as I felt my own need to pee arising. "No, don't take it out yet," my wife said, grabbing my ass and holding me there. "That feels good." I laughed. "But now I have to pee." "I don't care," she whispered. "You...are amazing," I said. I kissed her again,enjoying the taste of her sweet lips and the feel of her tongue touching mine. I moved just enough to slip my cock out of her vagina but remain inside the gusset of her panties and just at her slit. I closed my eyes and sighed as my warm stream started. She gasped as it sprayed against her already wet slit and soaked her panties even more. I moved just a little and tried to aim my stream to the front of her slit, close to her clitoris. She moaned and was soon moving her hips again. Splashes fell at our feet as my flow increased. Then she panted and had another small but obviously pleasurable orgasm. My pee dwindled to a trickle as I held her close, hugging her, then kissing her softly and gently. "Oh my god, that was good," she said. "Mmm hmm," I said. "A dream come true?" she asked, winking. "Better," I said.
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