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  1. 6 points
    After our wetting experience was over, we all three looked at each other, smiling but also realizing nothing would be the same between us. Tara was the first to break the quiet moment. “More drinks?” she asked. Jennifer and I agreed and Tara reached behind the bar and took out some glasses, a bag of ice, some strawberries, a lime, and the bottle of Bacardi. She took all of this to the blender and was soon making us all daiquiris. She handed mine to me and then Jennifer’s and took her own and walked to the other couch across from us. I took a sip and right away tasted the rum. “Strong,” I said, laughing. Tara just smiled her now-familiar wicked smile. “Okay, so I have to know,” Jennifer said. “How long has this been going on?” “What?” Tara asked. “You know what,” Jennifer said. I took another sip of my drink and laughed. “Out with it,” Jennifer said. “Fine,” Tara said, sighing and taking a sip of her drink. “It started when I was in college. I lived in the dorms, and my roommate was a party girl. I didn’t mind, though, because she never partied in the room, and I met a lot of cute guys through her when I joined her at a few parties. But she came back smashed a lot, like almost every night. There was one night she came in and tried to be quiet, but she made a lot of noise struggling to get up into her bunk. I watched her in the darkness but didn’t say anything to let on that I was awake. She eventually gave up trying to climb the ladder and just stood next to our beds. I heard her curse, and then she said, ‘I don’t really want to stumble all the way out there.’ “I had no clue what she was talking about, assuming she was just really drunk, but I kept watching her. She sighed and walked over to the corner of our dorm room. It was a little tougher to see her in the dark corner, but a few seconds after she stepped over there I heard a soft hissing sound. I tried and tried to figure out what it might be, and every time my brain came back to the same thing. She was peeing on our dorm room floor. I finally had to say something.” “’Uhh, Danielle, what are you doing?’ I asked. She gasped, but she didn’t seem to move from her spot in the corner, and the sound continued. ‘I’m really sorry, Tara. I just really had to pee, and I’m too drunk to make it out to the bathroom. I’ll clean it up in the morning, I swear.’ All I could think to say in return was, ‘Umm…okay.’ I was also amazed that she continued to pee a full hissing stream even while talking to me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I really had to go. Ohh, that feels much better.’ I still couldn’t see very well, but the sounds of her pleasure and relief were unmistakable. Speaking of relief…” Tara sat up and spread her legs. She sighed and a steady stream of urine sprayed from between her bare pussy and soaked the couch cushion under her. She took another sip of her drink as she continued to warm her seat with a hot gush of pee. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Anyway, back to the story,” she continued, still peeing. “Danielle finally stopped peeing, and I really didn’t know what to say. She walked back over and grabbed her covers and pillow from the top bunk and threw them onto the floor next to our bunks. I noticed she was naked from the waist down. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I understand if you’re grossed out and you want a new roommate, but I had to go.’ I told her it was okay, that it happens sometimes, and she then asked me if I’ve ever been caught short like that. I told her I had, and she pried further until I told her about an accident after work when we were really busy, and we locked up after closing, and I realized too late that I hadn’t used the bathroom. I didn’t make it home, but had to pull off and still ended up wetting my work uniform. Luckily, no one was up when I got home and I changed and showered.” I heard a hissing sound next to me and looked over to see Jennifer licking her lips and sighing. She was sitting normally, though, but the sound and her expressions of relief made it obvious what she was doing. Tara just smiled and continued her story. “So as I’m telling this, I notice movement under Danielle’s covers. She kind of has her legs apart and I gasp when I realize she’s touching herself. ‘Are you masturbating?’ I asked. ‘I am,’ she said. ‘Alcohol makes me randy as hell.’ I laughed. ‘And so does peeing.’ ‘Peeing makes you horny?’ I asked. I was more confused than bothered by it. ‘Well, not like any peeing. It’s not like I get off every time I go to the bathroom. But, like…what I just did…and like in your story…I get off on peeing places I shouldn’t.’ I honestly didn’t know what to say, but I could hear her still rubbing herself like it didn’t even matter that I was right there. And to be honest, I felt kind of horny, too, just from hearing her sighs of pleasure.” I moved in my seat, feeling the pressure in my bladder grow, but I wasn’t ready to release it yet. Tara and Jennifer both looked at me, probably expecting something. “Sorry,” I said, “not yet.” They both laughed. “Anyway, she kept rubbing herself, and in spite of how awkward this whole thing was I found myself reaching under my covers and slipping a finger between my panties to rub myself, too, but being as quiet and subtle as I could. It didn’t matter, though, because Danielle wasn’t subtle at all. Her sighs had become moans and gasps, and I could see her silhouette in the dark room squirming and writhing. She was really into it. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna come. Ohhh!’ She moved and bucked and gasped and then stretched out on the floor and sighed as her climax ended. The sounds of her pleasure and the feel of my fingers stroking my clitoris sent me into my own orgasm, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming, too.” “Wow,” Jennifer said. “Oh, that’s not even the end,” Tara said. As I was coming down, Danielle said, ‘Oh, I always have to pee after I come. Ah, what the hell.’ And I kid you not, she just sighed and I heard her warm pee dribbling as she just laid there and let it out. ‘Sorry,’ she said again. ‘I really will clean it up in the morning.’ I told her it was no big deal, but then I realized I also had to go.” I finally felt the pressure growing enough that I needed relief, so I sat up in my seat, put my legs under me and spread them slightly. I sighed and let my pee go in a steady dribble that splashed against the couch cushion. I sat back and relaxed as I felt some of it absorb into the cushion under me, warming my bottom, and some of it continued to splash and dribble all over my butt, vagina and thighs. “Nice,” Tara said and smiled at me. “Anyway, I knew I needed to pee, too, now, so I had this debate in my head. Do I get up and make the trip down the hall to the bathroom? Thinking that was the sensible thing to do, I sat up and started to get out of bed. Danielle asked where I was going, and I told her. ‘Seriously?’ she said. ‘I just peed on our dorm room floor…twice. You don’t have to walk out there if you don’t want.’ I sat still, wondering if she was serious. ‘For real, Tara. This might be the only time you don’t have to walk all the way down the hall just to pee.’ I laughed. ‘Well what do you want me to do, pee on the floor, too?’ I asked. ‘Do whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Just go over in the corner like I did.’ I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was kind of thrilling, too. I wanted to, but it seemed so wrong. ‘You really don’t mind?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘No, I don’t mind.’ I heard hissing next to me again and looked to see Jennifer smiling and biting her lip as she warmed the cushion under her again. “Ohhh, god,” she said as the hissing grew louder and I could see a puddle forming under her before soaking slowly into the cushion. “Feel good?” Tara asked. Jennifer just nodded. “So, I got up from my bed and walked over to the corner of the room. I felt the wet carpet on my feet and giggled, surprised that I wasn’t more grossed out that I had just stepped in my roommate’s pee. But by now I knew I would be adding to it anyway. I felt the pressure growing, so I stood still and waited until I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. I knew I wanted to try just standing there and going through my panties like Danielle had done, but at first nothing would come out. ‘Just close your eyes,’ Danielle said, ‘and imagine you’re in the bathroom, on the toilet, about to go.’ I did as she said, and still nothing. ‘Have you ever peed in the shower?’ she asked. I said yes, that I had, lots of times. ‘Picture that, then,’ she said. I closed my eyes and imagined I was standing in the shower. I could feel my pee getting close, so I reached down and pulled my panties aside. Within a few seconds, a small dribble started and I gasped when it came out. Danielle laughed. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ All I could do was mumble as the dribble became a steady flow that trickled down my legs and splashed to the floor. Not caring anymore, I brought my legs together and sighed as I just emptied my bladder into my panties and let it run down my legs. I gasped again, and I must have had another small orgasm because my knees got weak and I thought I was going to collapse with pleasure. When I finished, I slipped my soaked panties off, left them in the floor, and crawled back into bed. I could hear more dribbling coming from Danielle. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘had to go some more.’ I laughed. “Two more times that night I heard dribbling and hissing coming from Danielle. And when the alarm woke us up the next morning, she looked up at me and smiled as she emptied her morning bladder right there where she lay. The carpet under her was soaked. I smiled and sat up at the foot of my bed, facing the corner where we had peed the night before. I could see the dark wet spots from where we had peed there. I had to pee, too, but instead of getting up and walking to the corner I just hung my legs over the edge of the bed and scooted my bare bottom out then let it go. That was the beginning of a friendship that messed me up forever. We scrubbed the dorm floors, but after that Danielle and I looked for opportunities to pee other places: the library, lounges, at parties, and sometimes we would sneak off and masturbate. That was how it started.” Jennifer and I both applauded, and Tara leaned forward into a small bow. When she sat back up, she smiled and sighed and we could see a puddle forming under her again. “And now I’ve messed you two up,” she said. We all laughed.
  2. 3 points
    Cherry woke up in the morning feeling giddy like a kid on Christmas. She and her best friend Lisa were going on a road trip to Texas. It’s hot, there’s sexy men and women, plus there’s some pretty great food. Cherry hadn’t visited since she was a little girl. She yanked herself out of the bed and drug herself to the shower. As she started to wash her porcelain skin, She considered having a little play session. She glanced over at the clock and made a pout of disappointment. She had to be ready in 10 minutes. She sped through the shower process and pulled her blonde hair into a sleek ponytail. She purposely made sure all her bags were packed and ready to go before she went to bed. As she ran down the stairs, she heard a familiar car horn outside the door. “Let’s go Cherry! Texas waits for no one!” Lisa shouted in a dramatic tone. Cherry originally got her nickname in kindergarten. Everyday, her mom would pack her 2 turkey sandwiches, green grapes, and a cherry coke. To this day, it’s still her soda of choice. She grabbed her heavy suitcase, purse, and house keys before heading out the door towards the red truck sitting down in her driveway. Once Cherry entered the car, she leaned over and gave Lisa a sloppy kiss on the the cheek. “Sorry I took so long. I was up all night packing.” Cherry states with an apologetic smile. “It’s alright. Everyone knows you like to procrastinate.” Lisa responded before sticking her tongue out at her best friend. Cherry rolled my eyes and reclined back in the car seat. “Oh hell no! You are not falling asleep on me Cherry! Wake your ass up!” Lisa yelled in an excited tone. “Ok ok I’m up. Let’s stop at the gas station. I forgot to pick up some snacks.” Lisa nodded towards the blonde and put the car into drive and slowly pulled out of the driveway. Halfway down the road, Cherry turned on the radio. You know how every group of friends has a song that they absolutely have to sing anytime they hear it? Fantasy by Superfruit instantly brightened their mood. Both girls belted out the lyrics as the rode down the vacant street. Once they pulled into the gas station, Cherry pulled of her seatbelt and turned down the radio. “What would you like?” Cherry ask her friend. Lisa took a few seconds to contemplate her options. “The usual.” She answered back nonchalantly. Cherry grabbed her wallet and made her way towards the gas station. It was very early in the day so she wasn’t surprised to be the only customer. She picked up a small, red basket by the entryway and began to scavenge the isles for snacks. She grabbed 3 bags of chips, 4 granola bars, and 3 2 liter bottles of soda. Cherry smiled at the elderly man working the register and removed a crisp 20$ bill from her wallet. “That’ll be 12.65$ darling.” He said in a cheerful voice. She slid him the 20 while bagging items in plastic. “You can keep the change Sir.” The old man put his hand over his chest and gave Cherry a genuine smile. “Bless you, sweetheart!” She gave him one last smile and headed back to the truck. “Okay I got some chips, granola bars, and of course, cherry coke.” Cherry said while nudging Lisa with her elbow. “That should hold us for a good while. I don’t plan on stopping until about 1:00pm. We’ll fill up on gas and have some lunch.” Lisa said while pulling out of the gas station. The blonde girl reached down and pulled up one of the 2 liters and took 3 huge gulps before screwing the cap back on. “Cherry you better be careful. I’m not gonna pull over just because you need to take a piss.” Lisa said with her eyebrows raised. Cherry rolled her blue eyes in response and took another huge gulp of the cherry coke. “Oh please! I’m not a child. I can hold my piss just fine.” She replied. Lisa rolled her eyes at the retort and turned her focus to the road. After about an hour of driving, Cherry had finished 1 2 liter and was halfway through the next. “Damn girl! How much can you drink?” Lisa asked with a loud cackle. “As much as I want!” Cherry replied before finishing the second half of the 2 liter. After 30 more minutes, Cherry started to feel the pressure. She stared out the window and took in her surroundings. They were driving on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Cherry perked up when she saw a sign stating where the nearest restaurants and rest stops were. “Hey Lis, we gotta stop at a gas station or something.” Cherry said while shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “I thought you said you could hold it!” Lisa sneered teasingly. Cherry shot her a scowl on continued to squirm in the car. “Either you take me somewhere to piss or I can piss in your car. The upholstery looks a bit thirsty.” Cherry challenged with a smirk. Lisa quickly slammed on the break and a small spurt of piss leapt out onto the seat of Cherry’s pink panties. “If you piss in my car, You’ll be walking to Texas!” Lisa shouted out dramatically. “Damn it! You made me pee a little when you slammed on the breaks!” Cherry whined out. Lisa quickly sped off on the dirt road in search for a restaurant or rest stop. Cherry continued to writhe in misery as the pressure in her bladder grew stronger and stronger. Finally, they pulled up to a busy gas station. Cherry hopped out of the truck and sprinted urgently into the gas station. “May I have the bathroom key please?” She asked the young-looking cashier. “Sorry Babe someone already has it.” The female cashier responded with sympathy. Cherry could tell she was quickly running out of time. She ran to the back of the gas station where the bathroom was and softly knocked on the door. “Hey do you think you’ll be coming out soon?” She asked in a polite tone but was met with a harsh, deep voice. “If the door is closed that means I’m busy!” The man screamed from the other side of the door. “Go fuck yourself!” Cherry responded as kicked the door. She looked around the isle and noticed no one was coming. Cherry quickly pulled her shorts and damp panties down her long legs. She squatted all they way down to the floor and let her dam burst. Her piss jetted out hard against the dirty tile and she sighed with relief. A puddle formed under her quickly but she wasn’t even close to being done. She heard loud footsteps coming toward her but was too in the moment to care. “Eww you’re disgusting!” Cherry looked up once she heard the familiar deep voice and saw a tall bearded man with a beer belly standing in front of her. Instead of responding, Cherry quickly flipped him the bird and continued to piss all over the floor. “Hey bitch I’m talking to you!” The man shouted once more and quickly walked towards Cherry. She swiftly directed her aim to the sneakers the bearded guy was wearing. He quickly scurried away in disgust and Cherry stood up and redressed herself like nothing happened. She made it back to the car without being caught for her dirty deed. She sighed in relief as she buckled her seatbelt. “All better?” Lisa asked in a concerned tone. Cherry giggled and nodded. “Yes. I feel much better.” (I attached a picture of Cherry)
  3. 2 points
    I was away for work for two days including an overnight hotel stay. Several outdoor and indoor pees over the two days. Firstly, I drove for about two hours to my first appointment. I had to collect a customer at the station near the destination and I arrived about half an hour early, so I went for a walk by a river. I stood on the path near the river, reading an information board and peeing underneath it at the same time. I finished peeing and turned to walk back to the car and within about 20 seconds a woman came round the corner approaching me - if she had been a minute earlier then she would have caught me in full flow. Nothing to report for several hours after that as I was with customers and suppliers. However, I was going in the same direction as one of the customer guys, so gave him a lift in the car rather than him taking a train back. We left site about 3pm and after about 2.5 hours we got to where I was dropping him. As soon as he was out of the car, I drove a few streets further then stopped and went down a quiet alley and peed a full bladder into the grass at the side of the alley. I then had another hour and a half to my final destination. I parked, checked into the hotel, went into the room. I was getting changed to meet some colleagues, so I stripped naked and went into the bathroom to pee. I avoided the toilet and stood next to the bath. I peed into the bath, up the wall tiles by the bath, then directed my flow further along the tiles and then back out onto the tiled floor. I left the mess and then went into the room to get dressed. Once dressed, I used a towel to wipe up the pee on the floor and hung the towel over the bath side. I didn't worry about the pee in the bath or wall tiles as I figured that would get rinsed in the morning when I had a shower. I went out for food with my colleagues, then when I got back to the hotel with them, I left them to go to bed, but I went back out for a walk. I first stopped at a multi storey car park and peed in the stairwell, leaving a large puddle on one of the landings. I came out of the stairwell and turned the corner to see two blokes stood on opposite sides of the path, peeing into the grass. They said sorry as I walked past. I thought it was funny that they were apologising to me for peeing on some grass when I had just peed in a stairwell, but there you go. I walked up to the town to see if I could see any ladies peeing outside (report of success is in the Real Sightings thread here: http://peefans.com/index.php?/topic/8678-six-sightings-on-a-tuesday-night/). Whilst I was out, I needed to pee again (I had drunk 3 pints of beer), so I peed in a corner behind some shops. Just before I returned to my hotel, I peed in a pedestrian underpass, leaving a sizeable puddle on the concrete floor. I then went up to bed to sleep. I woke in the morning and immediately put some clothes on and went out for a walk. I returned to the same car park as previously and peed on another landing. The stairs were metal stairs with gaps between them, This particular landing was slightly sloped, so my puddle went along the landing, then poured over the edge onto the step below, then over the edge of that and fell through the gap to the stairs below. It was making quite an echoing noise, but there was nothing I could do about that. I walked back down the stairs and had to dodge the waterfall of my own pee as it was still running through the gap when I got to the level below. I then went to breakfast and the site meetings for the day. On the way home, I had two travel mugs of tea with me and I had had a mug just before I left as well. Of course, about two hours into the journey, I needed to pee. There was nowhere sensible to stop, so having drunk the contents of the first travel mug, I proceeded to refil it. I pulled out my penis, lifted my bum a little and peed into the mug. I put the lid on and put it back in the cup holder. When I was nearly home, I stopped to fill up with fuel and I was busting for a pee again. So much so that a little escaped into my boxers. I went into the kiosk to pay. They had no toilet, so I pulled back out of the petrol station and went round the back to a quiet area where I had a good pee against the wall and also took the opportunity to empty my travel mug that I'd peed in earlier. Some pics from the bathroom pee below. NB I also posted two of those pics on the "peeing in the shower thread", so apologies for the duplication, but it fits both ways.
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    I often pee in the shower. Usually (but not exclusively) when I'm already in there having a shower. If I need to pee before I get in the shower then I don't bother using the toilet first, I just get in the shower and combine the two activities. I sometimes pee in the bath - particularly in hotel bathrooms. See pics below.
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    Nothing wrong with a good wank and cum session. Pissing is a good turn on for me and I normally rub my cock in my piss and shoot my load out. Rubbing now...
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    Great piss shot. What did you cum over?
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    I like the idea of these Q&A' s. I'm an open book and would be happy to answer any and all questions if anypne has some!! ?
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    So Caroline Munro,i wonder what she was like in those pretty pink panties?
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    A few more of the sexy Caroline Munro..in the 70s she was in all the "Film review" magazines,im sure she was the subject of many of my early tugging escapades.
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    Some vintage shots of the model and actress Caroline Munro, she appeared in adverts, newspapers, films, Hammer Horror Films throughout the 70's, imagine a nice strong fountain gushing from her in this shot...
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    I've been rather taken with the feisty Journalist and BBC TV Presenter, Stacey Dooley, I'd love to see her create a nice bubbly froth...!
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    I believe that she is doing a new house makeover programme on More4. There's some interesting female presenters in the programme 'A Place In The Sun' also on Channel 4
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    Yum! ??? https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph59ef37eabd326&utm_source=PBWeb&utm_medium=PT&utm_campaign=PBWeb
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    I wish I had a girlfriend who would just walk into the room and spontaneously start peeing on me like this. ? https://porndoe.com/video/1016769/seductive-czech-babe-isabella-chrystin-getting-her-pussy-licked-by-ebony?utm_campaign=donnie&utm_medium=trafficbuy&utm_source=direct
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    Lol yeah, same. Then again, I masturbate a lot, so it''s not always pee-related. Like right now I am just because I haven't done it all day today yet, and man does it feel good. Hehe, hope I'm not saying too much.
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    Hmmm, it broke and not just on Edge. Admin: When accessing a users profile and clicking message, the To and Subject fields are shown. No text input field is shown.
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    It might be a bit. I've been busy with work and am moving houses soon. Hopefully I find a window to write some more about Liliana, T'ur, and women pissing wherever the hell they feel like.
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    There should be a preset questions ,
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