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  1. Some fun when desperate, still working on photo technique, these were the clearest 6 !!
  2. wetmanjf

    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
  3. justanotheromoaccount

    Closed Shops and Alleys

    “See, I wish we could go out like this more! I’ve missed this,“ Izzy said, smiling as she took Clary’s hand. It was late, they had spent a few hours getting food and drinking, finally enjoying a date for the first time in what felt like forever. “I know, I’ve missed this too. Missed getting to spend time with you,“ Clary said honestly, resting her head on Izzy’s shoulder for a moment before they kept walking. They were quite a bit away from their apartment, just enjoying the night air and the fact that there wasn’t as many people around as usual. It was nice. That was, until Clary felt a nagging on her bladder. She should’ve known this would happen, after several glasses of water at dinner before a few alcoholic drinks at the clubs and more water she knew she should’ve went to the bathroom before they started walking. But really, it had been the last thing on her mind. It started to catch up on her all at once, alcohol always made her have to pee more than usual. But she had to hold it, they’d be home eventually. And she hated public restrooms. “It’s a nice night, right?“ Izzy asked, looking around. “I could walk around like this for hours,“ she said, smiling. “Me too,“ Clary said, swallowing thickly. She should just tell Izzy she has to go, hopefully they could find a shop to go in to, but she still felt nervous about talking about these kinds of things with Izzy. Even though she had seen Izzy go a few times, she had no issues with coming into the bathroom while Clary was taking a shower or doing her makeup and using the toilet, even if it made Clary a little embarrassed to see. Though part of her didn’t mind, it was kind of cute. Watching her. Then there was the time Clary peed in the bath with Izzy in there. She had been so embarrassed about losing control, but part of her felt a tingle whenever she thought about it. She had gotten away with it, Izzy never brought it up so she was sure she didn’t know. And that made her want to do it again, in a way. Get so desperate and then get away with peeing where she shouldn’t, just like she had that day. “God, I have to piss,“ Izzy said after a little while, catching Clary a little off guard. “I drank way too much,“ she chuckled. “Let’s find somewhere,“ she said, tugging on Clary’s arm. Clary should’ve known Izzy would be the one to speak up first, Izzy had no shame about this kind of thing. And it made Clary feel a little hot, knowing that Izzy was in the same boat as her. Izzy stopped and pressed her legs together tightly, groaning a little. “I really have to pee,“ she said, obviously a little desperate. Clary couldn’t help but wonder how long Izzy had been holding back, but thinking back to the night Izzy hadn’t used the bathroom once. So she had to be as full as Clary if not more. They wandered around for a few minutes, checking every shop they could. They were all closed. “Fuck it,” Izzy said, turning into an alley. Clary cocked an eyebrow, looking around. “What are you doing?” she asked, confused. “I’m going to pee?“ she said like it was obvious. “But we’re-“ Clary started, her eyes growing wide. Izzy leaned back against the brick wall and started to push up her short dress, hopping a little in place just to keep it all together for a little longer. “I know, but I really have to go,“ she said, squatting down and pushing down her panties in one fluid motion. The second she was down Izzy was pissing, hard, against the ground. She groaned, pushing her dress up more around her waist and completely exposing herself as she continued to go. “Fuck that feels amazing,” she said, finally looking over at Clary who was frozen like a deer in headlights. “Oh don’t look so surprised, you’ve seen me pee before,“ she pointed out, still going. “Yeah but... never like this! Always in the toilet!“ she pointed out, her own desperation growing more watching Izzy get her relief. “Well I couldn’t make it to a toilet, so this is the next best thing,“ she pointed out. “What about you? Do you need to go?“ Izzy asked, her hard stream showing no signs of letting up. “You look like you’re about to burst.“ “I’m fine,“ Clary lied, though she crossed her legs slightly to get a little pressure. She really had to go, and it just kept getting worse and worse. Watching the stream shoot out hard and fast from Izzy was making her own body want to do it too, her bladder nagging and the piss starting to make its way down her urethra. “I can’t believe you can pee in an alley like this.“ “What? Just like you can’t believe you could pee in the tub with me in it?“ she asked, her stream finally weakening. “You know about that?“ Clary asked, flushing red. She groaned when she felt herself leak a little bit, reaching between her legs and pressing up against her crotch. “I’m sorry.“ “Don’t be, I don’t care. But babe, you’re either going to have to go now or you’re going to wet yourself,“ Izzy pointed out, shaking off a little before standing back up and fixing her clothes. “Just go. Plus this is one of the best ways to get over your bladdershyness!“ she chuckled, walking over to her. “No one will see,“ she promised. Clary shook her head but felt her hand get a little wet from where she leaked again and she sighed, walking over to where Izzy just went. She left a huge puddle, Clary was impressed, and she decided it wouldn’t hurt to add to it. “Don’t think less of me for this,” she said, looking over at Izzy. “Come on, I just did the same thing. Just go.“ Clary sighed and bounced for a moment, just trying to make sure she wouldn’t leak again before she was ready. She pushed down her jeans and her panties, leaning back against the wall and squatting. It took a moment, not being as open about these kinds of things as Izzy is made it harder for her to start going. She closed her eyes and after a moment, she heard a soft pitter patter on the ground. She looked down and watched as her stream started to grow stronger, quickly turning into one just as hard and fast as Izzy’s was. She heard the splash of the water from where her stream was adding to Izzy’s and she sighed, finally getting some relief. Part of her loved this, peeing in public. It was so freeing, just going wherever she could. She watched her piss as she went, almost fascinated with it going somewhere other than their bathroom at home. “See, you’re a natural,” Izzy chuckled, watching Clary as she went. Clary peed for almost double the time Izzy did, more full than she was. When she finally finished she stayed there for a few more moments, wanting to make sure she was really done. She pulled up her pants and moved away, her legs a little weak from finally being empty. She looked over at where they went and saw that they all but flooded that area, feeling a little proud. “I kind of want to do something like that again,” she admitted, biting her lip. “Oh honey, there’s so much to show you.”
  4. nickie420wilson

    lots of pee

    theres tons of hot vids here huge collection probably never seen b4
  5. Author's Note: This is a new series that I have been working on that will take place in a fictional mountain town. Hope you enjoy it. It was a warm and sunny Sunday in the beginning of spring as three college students were making their way to Woodland Springs-a mountain town famous for its hot springs-for spring break. Driving the car was a twenty-one-year-old female named Vanessa. She was president of her university’s student council and well-liked by professors and students alike. Her brains and beauty had earned her the distinction of being the most sought-after girl on campus. Sitting in the passenger seat was twenty-year-old Daphne, who was the student council’s event chairperson. Daphne was outgoing, athletic, and for better or worse, had a tendency to speak her mind. She was also very much a tomboy, never one to be told what she could and couldn’t do because of her gender. In the backseat behind Vanessa was Daphne’s younger twin sister Misty, the vice president of the student council. Misty was a bit of a bookworm, extremely shy, and rarely ever complained or asked for help as she did not like inconveniencing people. However, Misty was also extremely beautiful, so much so that her sister Daphne had to protect her from guys who might take advantage of her shyness. While Misty certainly had a large pool of men from which to choose from, she wasn’t interested in any of them. Rather the one who had stolen her heart was none other than Vanessa. Of course being the type of girl she was, Misty found herself unable to confess her feelings and had thus opted to join the student council so as to be close to the one she loved. Daphne had merely joined the student council to keep an eye on her sister. As usual, Misty appeared to have her nose in a book, although in reality her mind was elsewhere. As she stared blankly at the pages in front of her, she thought about what had led to this little vacation. It had been the Monday before spring break was to begin, when Vanessa had first proposed the idea of heading out of town for a hot springs vacation. Vanessa had had the good fortune of winning a free weeklong trip to Woodland Springs and had offered to take Misty along with her. The original plan was that the two girls would go alone, but that changed the moment that Daphne caught wind of it. Daphne, being the overprotective sister that she was, had told Vanessa that she wouldn’t let Misty go unless she could go as well. Despite Misty’s objections, Vanessa accepted Daphne’s terms and allowed her to come along. Misty couldn’t help but sigh as she thought about the missed opportunities she could have had by being alone with Vanessa. “Stupid overprotective sister,” she mumbled to herself. “I heard that,” said Daphne as she looked back at her sister. “How can you expect to have any fun if you spend all your time pouting?” “I’m not pouting,” replied Misty, “I just don’t see why you felt the need to butt in on our plans.” “Settle down you two,” said Vanessa. “This is supposed to be a fun little getaway. Let’s just relax and try to make the best of it.” Despite her calm tone, Vanessa was fairly pissed. The truth was that Vanessa was attracted to Misty and had wanted to use the time alone together to try and start a relationship with her. Vanessa had gone to great lengths to keep her feeling for Misty a secret, and yet Daphne had somehow figured out not only her secret but her true intentions for the trip as well. In fact, Daphne and secretly threatened to tell the whole student body unless Vanessa took her along as well. She didn’t know exactly why Daphne despised her, but right now the feeling was pretty much mutual. “How long until we get to the next town?” asked Daphne. She was crossing her legs just a bit. They had been in the car for roughly four hours and she had drank about three 16oz. bottles of water from the cooler they had on the floor near the backseat. “With how bad the traffic is, I’d say maybe another hour, possibly more,” replied Vanessa as she stared at the mountain road ahead of her. “Why do you want to know? Do you need to stretch your legs or something?” “No. If it’s going to take that long can you please pull over to the side of the road? I really need to take a piss,” replied Daphne, not really caring about how unfeminine she sounded. Misty who was drinking from her fourth bottle of water did a spit take that splashed all over the back of Vanessa’s neck. “Daphne! The road is packed with cars. People will see you. Don’t you have any shame?” “Who cares. Guys pull over to the side of the road to take a leak when traffic is bad all the time. What’s the difference?” asked Daphne. “The difference is that you’re a girl. Maybe you should start acting like one,” Misty retorted. “Both of you shut up,” ordered Vanessa as she used one hand to steer the vehicle and her other hand to wipe the combination of water and spit off her neck with a napkin. She then turned to Daphne and said, “If you really need to go that bad, then I’ll pull the car over. Just don’t complain about people laughing and staring at you.” “I won’t,” promised Daphne as she mockingly ran her fingers in the shape of a cross above her heart. “Alright then, I’m pulling over.” And with that, Vanessa pulled over. As she put the car in park, Daphne got out of the car. Misty unbuckled her seatbelt, moved over to the passenger side of the car, and unrolled the window. At this point she was curious to see whether her sister would really do it or not. Looking out the window, Misty saw that beneath them was dirt and gravel dotted with a few patches of weeds. Both girls then watched as Daphne unbuckled her pants and pulled them down just below her shins. Daphne then grabbed her panties and did the same thing. She then spread her legs, leaned back while thrusting her hips forward, and placed one hand on the roof of the car while using the other hand to spread her labia. Vanessa and Misty both watched in disbelief as a torrent of golden water spewed forth from between Daphne’s legs, landing in a foamy pool in the dirt some four feet the way. “Ohhhhh god, this feels sooo goood,” moaned Daphne. As she turned her head back towards the car, she saw both girls staring at her and could tell that they were both starting to squirm a bit. “Why don’t you two come out and join me? You’ll feel a lot better.” “Thanks, but no thanks,” replied Misty. “Unlike you, I actually have a bit of decency. I’ll wait until we get to the next town.” “Suit yourself,” said Daphne as she turned her head back to what she was doing. All the while cars were slowing down a bit just to catch a glimpse of the unusual sight. “Hey Misty, can you do me a favor?” asked Vanessa as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “What do you need?” “Can you hand me one of those empty water bottles on the floor?” “Here you go,” said Misty as she handed her an empty bottle. “What do you need it for?” “Hey Misty, please don’t think any less of me for what I’m about to do.” Misty watched as Vanessa lifted herself up off the seat just enough that she could reach underneath her skirt and pull her panties down. Vanessa then removed the bottle cap and placed the bottle underneath her skirt and pressed it up against her pussy. Within seconds, the sound of water splashing against plastic filled the car. “This does feel good,” mumbled Vanessa as she released the yellow flood she had been holding in for the past two hours. She then turned her head towards Misty who by this point was staring at her in utter shock. “You sister is right you know. If you have to go you should probably do it now. Just use one of the empty bottles in the back…” There was a split-second pause. “OH SHIT! The bottle’s almost full and I can’t seem to pinch of my stream. Misty, I need you to grab another bottle and climb into the passenger’s seat. Hurry, there’s not much time.” Misty quickly grabbed a bottle, exited the car, and swung open the passenger side door, almost whacking her sister in the process. She then kneeled over on the seat to hand the empty bottle to Vanessa. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can cut my stream off long enough to make the switch myself, you’ll need to help me. Just lift up my skirt and make the switch as quickly as you can. Please, you’re the only one I would trust to do this.” “Alright,” replied Misty as she grabbed Vanessa’s skirt and lifted it up. As she looked down, she saw that sure enough the bottle was nearly full. With one hand clenching the empty bottle, she prepped her other hand to receive the piss filled bottle. Misty only had a couple seconds to make the swap and as she exchanged the bottles, a little bit of piss spilt out of the bottle and onto her hand, but other than that small mishap, the switch went perfectly. Once Misty had the bottle of piss in her hand, she stated, “I’ll go dump this out.” She carefully backed herself out of the car, almost bumping into Daphne who by this point in time was wiping the last few drops off her legs with a napkin. As Daphne pulled up her pants and turned around, she noticed the bottle. “Is that apple juice?” she asked looking at the liquid inside the bottle. “If it is can I have some?” Before Misty could stop her, Daphne snatched the bottle away from her and took a swig. “Ewww, this is disgusting. What sort of apple juice is this?” “That’s my pee your drinking, dumbass,” yelled Vanessa as her stream petered out into drops before ceasing all together. “Shit,” screamed Daphne as she dropped the bottle, its contents spilling on the ground. “Why didn’t you stop me?” she cried as she began spitting on the ground. “Because you snatched it out of my hand before I could stop you. If you ask me you had it coming,” chuckled Misty. Misty then leaned back in the car and grabbed the second bottle from Vanessa. This one was about half-full. As Misty turned to face Daphne, she held out the bottle and teased, “Would you like to sample this one too?” “Sure,” said Daphne as she grabbed the bottle, took a swig from it, and then dumped it on the ground. Misty looked at her sister in disbelief. “You know I was only…,” but before she could finish her sentence, Daphne grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss. As Daphne kissed her sister, she forced the swig she had taken from the bottle into Misty’s mouth before quickly pulling away. The incident happened so fast that Misty was unable to spit it out and ended up swallowing it. “Oh my god! You’re fucking disgusting,” she gagged. “And now you know how I felt,” replied Daphne as she spat on the ground once again. “Now we’re even.” Daphne then leaned next to Misty and whispered into her ear, “By the way, if it was your piss in those bottles I would have gladly drank every last drop.” “You’re a freak,” muttered Misty as she stepped back, still gagging on the aftertaste. “I was only kidding,” teased Daphne as she got back into the car. “Now let’s get this show on the road.” “Fine,” said Misty as she hopped into the backseat once more. And with that, the group was once again on the road. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Forty minutes passed and the group had hardly made any progress. Both Daphne and Vanessa were doing okay because they had been able to relieve themselves, but Misty was now in desperation hell. Desperately holding her crotch, she leaned forward and asked, “How long until we get to the next town or gas station?” “Probably another thirty minutes or so. If we’re lucky,” replied Vanessa. “Would you like me to pull over?” “No, I’m okay. I can hold it a bit longer.” “Don’t lie,” said Daphne. “We’re twins so I can tell when you’re in pain. Just admit that you need to go so we can pull over. Hell, I’ll even grab a blanket and hold it up like a curtain if you need me to.” “I already told you, I am not going to pop a squat on the side of the road while people stare at me.” “Then why don’t you use a bottle like I did?” asked Vanessa. “I mean it should be easy since you’re wearing a skirt.” “I’m not doing that either, I can wai…..” but before Misty could finish the word, she felt a small warm spurt hit her panties. It seemed her sister must have sensed it as the next thing she said was, “You just pissed yourself a little, didn’t you?” Realizing that she could not get past her sister’s sixth sense, Misty nodded her head. “Look, there is one more thing we can try. Why don’t you just put on one of your adult diapers and use that?” “I don’t wear adult diapers,” denied Misty, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Maybe not during the day but you do at night.” “Is that true?” asked Vanessa. Daphne decided to speak up before Misty could deny it any further. “It’s very much true. Now don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t wear them because she’s incontinent, rather there is another reason she wears them.” “And what it that reason?” inquired Vanessa, her face becoming a bit red herself. “Daphne please don’t,” begged Misty, but it was too late. “Misty wear’s adult diapers at night because she is such a deep sleeper that she sometimes cannot wake up in time to go to the bathroom. It’s been that way since we were little kids.” “DAPHNE!!!” screamed Misty, tears of shame and embarrassment staining her cheeks. Misty couldn’t believe that her sister could so openly embarrass her in front of the woman she loved. Burying her face in her hands, she cried out, “How could you do this to me?” Suddenly Misty felt a hand grip her knee and give it a soft but reassuring squeeze. As she looked up she saw that the hand belonged to Vanessa. “Look Misty, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re not the only one who has that problem. In fact, I was in a similar situation until I was eighteen years old.” “Really?” asked Misty as she began rubbing the tears from her eyes. “Yes,” replied Vanessa. “Now I want you to listen to me carefully. It is apparently obvious that there is no way that we can make it to a bathroom before you explode. That said, since you didn’t like the first two options, then we should probably go for the third. Honestly though I don’t care which one you pick, so long as you don’t wet the backseat of my car.” “I vote for the third option,” declared Daphne, “after all she would probably make a huge mess if she peed in a bottle.” “That’s probably true,” admitted Misty. “I guess I’ll use the diaper.” Misty then unbuckled her seat belt and reached back for her bag. She then unzipped the bag and pulled out one of the adult diapers she had so carefully tried to conceal. Misty then lifted up her skirt just enough so that she could remove her panties and replace them with the diaper. “All right. It’s on.” “Hold on a second,” ordered Vanessa. “Before you let loose, I want you to reach inside my bag, grab my swim towel and place it on the seat beneath you just in case there are any leaks.” “Got it,” said Misty as she did as she was told. A couple minutes later she was sitting on the towel, lifting her skirt above the diaper so as not to accidentally soil that as well. Minutes passed but nothing happened. The pain in her bladder became so bad that Misty resorted to pushing but still nothing came out. “What’s the hold up?” asked Daphne as she turned around. “I’m trying but it won’t come out,” whined Misty. Suddenly a sharp burst of pain slammed her bladder. Misty let out a bloodcurdling scream as she slumped forward, clenching onto her crotch for all she was worth. Misty’s scream almost caused Vanessa to lose control of the vehicle. As she corrected herself she yelled back, “Are you alright?” “It hurts. It hurts. It really hurts,” whined Misty, no longer able to straighten herself into a proper sitting position. “Just keep trying,” replied Vanessa who at this point was feeling utterly helpless. Then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Daphne was acting strangely. Turning her head slightly, Vanessa could see that Daphne was clutching her lower abdomen, tears beginning to roll down her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel it,” sobbed Daphne. “I can feel her pain through our twin link and its bad. If something doesn’t happen soon I think her bladder might burst.” Since she was not a twin herself, Vanessa didn’t know whether twins really had a link that allowed them to feel each other’s pain, but she could tell just by their reactions that the situation was serious. “Just hold on a little longer. I’m going to try to pull over.” It took a couple minutes for her to find a place to pull over, but the moment she did, she ordered Daphne to get into the backseat with Misty and hold her up in a sitting position. Daphne did as she was told. Vanessa then climbed into the backseat with them. She then lifted up Misty’s shirt and to her shock saw that her bladder was seriously bulging. “This is not good,” she said as got up and fished into one of the other bags for another towel. Vanessa then placed bunched up the second towel as much as she could and placed it under the diaper. Looking up at Daphne, Vanessa said, “I’m going to need you to hold onto her as tight you can. What I’m about to do is going to cause her serious pain.” Vanessa then proceeded to place her hand down in the diaper, right up against Misty’s bladder and using two fingers, began gently applying pressure. As Misty began screaming in pain, Daphne held onto her tightly and sang to her, “Let it go, let it go…,” but her singing was drowned out by Misty’s screams. Unable to take Misty’s screaming, Vanessa leaned in and before Daphne could stop her from doing so, planted a passionate kiss on Misty. The shock of Vanessa’s tongue passionately caressing her own, shocked Misty’s body enough that a spurt of urine came out. A second spurt came out seconds later, followed by another and then another until the dam finally burst, releasing a golden tsunami into the diaper. Misty’s body went limp as it finally began to relax. The moment that Vanessa pulled her lips away from Misty’s, she looked down and watched in utter amazement as the front of the diaper, which had been a pinkish white less than a minute earlier, was beginning to yellow. It was then that Vanessa felt the wet warmth running through her fingers. While she thought it was disgusting, she had to keep her hand down there to apply pressure. However, it soon started to feel good, so good in fact that Vanessa soon lost herself in thought. “Hey Vanessa, I’m all good now so could you please get your hand off my crotch?” asked Misty. Her question brought Vanessa back to reality. “I’m so sorry,” she said as she yanked her hand out of the diaper. By this time her hand, just like the diaper and rolled up towel, was completely soaked. “I think I have some paper towels and trash bags in the back, I’ll go get them.” She then exited the car and walked to the back. Just as she was getting ready to open the hatch, she stopped and looked at her piss stained hand. Without really thinking, she lifted her hand to her nose and inhaled deeply. While it reeked like ammonia, it also had a trace of a sweet smell. Unable to control herself, Vanessa put the back of her hand to her mouth and licked it. Her body shuddered in ecstasy. As she prepared for another lick, she was startled by a cough coming from a few feet away. Looking up from her hand, she saw that it was Daphne. “Wow, you truly are a freak,” said Daphne, her eyes staring daggers into Vanessa. “I’ve spent my entire life protecting my sister from freaks and perverts so I knew exactly what kind of person you were the moment I met you.” “I can’t deny that what I just did wasn’t perverted, but I am telling the truth when I say that I am not one of those creeps who would take advantage of her. I truly do love her, although you probably don’t believe me.” “Of course I believe you, but I still cannot allow you to be with her. You see she and I have been together even before we were even born. We have a bond that you could never hope to achieve, let alone understand.” “I know that,” replied Vanessa. “I’ve always known that. But I don’t care. The heart wants what the heart wants. I will make her mine one day with or without your blessing. If you’re with me good, if not, then you best stay out of my way or come at me with everything you’ve got.” Daphne burst out laughing. “You’ve got guts. I like that. But don’t think I’ll let you have my sister so easily.” She then opened the hatch, grabbed the paper towels and a trash bag and went to help her sister clean up. Vanessa was left alone outside the car once more. She looked down at her hand and clenched it. “If she wants a fight, then it’s a fight she’s going to get and I always fight to win.” Vanessa then gave her pee stained hand one more good lick before she got back in the car. To be Continued…
  6. wetwulf

    Girl's Night 7

    We finally decided to turn in for the night, and we had only been asleep for maybe an hour so when I was woken up by moaning. I sat up and looked around. Because of a nightlight that was plugged into the wall next to the basement steps, I could make out most of the room. I saw Tara just barely moving around on the couch. Her eyes were closed, so she must have been having a dream. I watched her as she lay still for a moment and then moaned again and moved just a little bit, then stopped again. Her lips were parted, and her breath was a mix of soft with small gasps when she moved. I watched curiously. “I jus…” she mumbled, and then moved and gasped again. “Oh, I can’t hold it.” Then I heard the unmistakable dribbling sound and could see the shiny sparkle of her pee as she sighed and soaked the couch cushion under her. “Mmm, I’m peeing,” she said, her eyes still closed. “Don’t stop, ohh, yes.” Her flow continued, and I watched as she peed full force, drenching the couch again. I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching Tara as she squirmed and moaned again while still dribbling pee into the couch. Still sitting up, I spread my legs just enough and reached under the covers to rub my slit. As Tara’s flow came to an end, I could already feel my orgasm getting closer. “That felt good,” Tara said, her eyes still closed. “You should do it, too.” I started trying to imagine what she must be dreaming about, and the image ran through my mind of her with another girl maybe licking her pussy or rubbing her as she peed. “Yeah, like that,” she said. I imagined the other girl knelt on all fours over Tara’s pussy, still licking but opening her own legs to let her pee fall freely to the floor. As my climax swept over me I let go of my bladder and sprayed a messy spray of pee all over my fingers, the blanket, and the mattress. I bit my lip to keep from screaming because I didn’t want to wake Tara or Jennifer as my warm flow soaked my legs and the mattress and crept under me and up my back. I finally finished and flopped back onto the mattress, enjoying the last few dribbles as they warmed my crotch and I drifted back to sleep. I was woken up again to the feeling of someone crawling onto the mattress next to me. I was startled at first until I realized it was Jennifer. She noticed she had woken me and smiled. “Sorry,” she said, rolling over onto her side to face me. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but can’t let you have all the fun.” In my grogginess I wasn’t sure what she meant until seconds later I heard a soft hissing sound. And then I could feel just light pricks of wetness as she peed and her warm pee splashed onto the mattress and all over her legs. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Scoot over here,” I said. I was surprised when she smiled, cut off her flow, and scooted closer to me, her knee and upper thigh touching my leg. Then she sighed and continued peeing, and I could really feel it now dribbling onto the mattress, splashing my leg and flowing around my butt and lower thigh. Then she surprised me again as I felt her finger gently caress my labia and then slip into my slit. “I might pee,” I said. She smiled and did not stop rubbing. I took that as a sign that she didn’t care, so I relaxed and let go. The sensation of her fingers gently caressing me and the warm dribble of my pee combined with her waning flow dripping from her crotch to the mattress was enough to have me moaning in no time until I was bucking my hips and biting my lips to hold back a scream. I looked over at her, and she was rubbing herself with her other hand, also, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. After we both finished, Jennifer made no effort to get up, and I didn’t make her. We were soon drifting off to sleep. I had an unexpected dream after that. I was back at the beach house at Hilton Head, and my mom was there, too, with Evan. In my dream, I’m standing out on the balcony, naked, spraying my pee off the deck when Evan steps up behind me. He grabs me gently by the shoulders and turns me around. I’m still peeing but down my legs now. Evan is also naked and fully erect. I see my mom behind him, smiling, naked as well. “It’s okay,” she says. Evan groans and a stream of hot pee sprays out of his big dick, all over my tummy, and dribbles down to join my own flow from my slit down my legs. Then he moves forward, and he is quickly inside of me. “He feels so good, doesn’t he?” my mom says. I only moan in reply, but I can see her behind him as she squats on the deck and blasts a strong stream of pee all over the wood, making a big stain and laughing as she watches us. Evan pulls out of me, turns me around, and enters me again from behind. “Go ahead and pee,” my mom says. “You know you want to.” I lean back into him and start peeing again, letting it dribble down my legs and his cock. He groans and I swear even though it’s a dream I can feel him just fill me up with his semen and I finally break my silence and call out. Which woke me up. I sat up and looked around the room. Sunlight was creeping from the upstairs to the bottom of the basement stairway. Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress next to me. I looked over at the couch where Tara had been, but it was empty. I could see now how badly she had soaked her couch. Only a few spots of the upper part resembled the original color. The rest was darkened by her many wettings. Confused by her absence, though, I tried to listen for any sounds upstairs, and I thought I heard moaning. I closed my eyes and shook my head thinking maybe it was my dream still hanging on, but when I opened them the sound continued. I stood up and Jennifer stirred a little as she rolled over on her stomach, but she did not wake up. I heard a hissing and burbling sound and knew she was wetting the mattress again. The moaning continued, and I walked to the steps to listen more closely. Right away I recognized the moaning as Tara’s, so I crept up the steps and into the upper room, which was the front room of her house. I still did not see her, but the sound was getting louder. I followed it, but quietly, until I could see down the hallway to her bedroom. The door was open and I could see Tara laying on her back on the floor and her husband between her legs, his ass on full display as he pounded her. They didn’t see me, even though I lingered and watched. I couldn’t help it as I felt my pussy getting wet again, just hearing her cries of pleasure and watching him hump her with such eagerness. He stopped, though, and moved beside her onto his back. She climbed onto him and reached down to guide him back into her, moaning again. Feeling bold, I took a few steps down the hallway. Tara’s back was to me, and her husband couldn’t seem me at all because she was blocking his view. So all I had to do was be quiet and they might never know I was there. Tara arched her back and leaned back onto her hands as she lifted her pelvis and rode him. He moaned, now, adding to her sounds of pleasure. Then she sat back up, placing her hands on his chest and raising her ass up and down slowly. Then she was saying something, and I couldn’t make it out perfectly, but it sounded like, “Do you want me to do it?” I heard his answer perfectly. “Yes,” he said. “Are you sure?” she asked. “My god, yes,” he said. “Okay,” she said. I crept a little closer to get a better look and snuck into the bathroom doorway. I peeked my head out and I watched as Tara lifted her butt just enough that I could see his penis beneath her, the tip of it still right at her vagina. Then she sighed and a clear flow of pee fell from between her legs and splashed all over his penis, testicles, and thighs and dribbled to the floor. “Ohhh, my god I’ve been holding that for so long. Ohhhh.” Her flow became a strong spray that I could see splashing messily from her slit and all over his stomach and groin. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he said. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back down onto him, even though she was still peeing. I touched my labia and slipped my fingers into my soaking slit as I watched them. I also realized I had not yet emptied my morning bladder, but I stood there and continued to watch them. This time she laid her entire body over him, still writhing her hips and ass. I could see his penis as he moved in and out of her, wet with her pee. He grabbed her ass and controlled her thrusts and soon they were both crying out “Oh, I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna come,” he yelled as he ejaculated into her and she screamed her pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, either, and I climaxed quietly and secretly as I watched them. I also couldn’t hold my bladder anymore, so I held my legs together and let it flow just as quietly as my orgasm, down my legs and to the tile floor under my feet. It pooled around me and I moaned again as I had another weaker but still pleasurable orgasm. I heard their bedroom door shut, so I shut the bathroom door, found a towel to soak up my mess on the floor, and decided to take a bath. I wondered if they had seen me. A part of me hoped they had.
  7. princessmermaid

    Cherry

    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)
  8. 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.
  9. Crash

    Hello, I'm crash

    Hello all! I'm crash, i'm 22. I'm into piss desperation and drinking my own pee. I have recently just discovered how into this i am. Right now I'm desperate and still drinking. If anybody wants to chat while i'm holding that would be swell! (:
  10. justanotheromoaccount

    Warm Baths

    since y'all seemed to like my other most recent story i thought i'd get this one from my ao3 and post it as well ! i hope you enjoy “Come on, take a bath with me,” Izzy pouted, looking over at Clary. “It’ll be fun. And romantic,“ she pointed out with a smile. “Fine,“ Clary signed, following her into the bathroom. Honestly, she knew she should go to the toilet before they got in, but Izzy instantly took off her top the second they were in the bathroom and started the water, so she felt like she couldn’t bring it up. And she was a bit bladdershy, so she couldn’t be as bold about it as Izzy has been in the past, where she’s busted into the bathroom more than once while Clary was showering and announced that she was going to pee before going. Instead she just tried to focus on her girlfriend’s half naked form as she filled the tub, her large breasts hanging heavily as she bent over. Clary bit her lip, a tingle going through her that wasn’t just because of the nagging in her bladder. She pressed her thighs together slightly, the rush of the water making her all that more desperate for the toilet that was just sitting there, begging to be used. “Perfect!“ Izzy said after a moment, turning off the water and kicking off her shorts. She stood before her, completely naked. “Come on, you can’t get in the bath dressed,“ she chuckled, walking over to Clary and pulling up on her top. She helped Clary get completely naked as well and playfully tweaked one of her nipples, smiling at the moan she got in return. “Get in first, I want to sit between your legs,“ she told her. Clary thought for a moment, not sure how good of an idea that was. If Izzy was in front of her, that would force her legs open. And she was getting more and more desperate as the time went on. “Okay,” she decided, stepping into the water. She shivered, soaking in the hot water was making things so much worse. She thought about the liquid inside of her, hot and waiting to be released. Izzy climbed in after her and settled between Clary’s legs, rubbing his legs slowly where they came around her. Clary tried to focus on her touching her skin and not how her legs were forced open, how she couldn’t push them together to keep everything in. They laid in the bath for a while, trying to relax the best she could given her current issues. Her bladder was heavier than before and she felt the urine inside of her start to make its way down her urethra. She let out a shaky breath, slowly touching her breasts to try to distract herself. It helped a little, her nipples grew hard and she started to get wet and she forgot for a little bit that she had to pee. That was until the water grew colder. It seemed like all at once the water in the tub started getting chilly, and that just shocked her system back into overdrive. She was from a three to an eight almost instantly, at the very least, and there was nothing she wanted to do more than to just jump out and run to the toilet. But she couldn’t. She was still too nervous to go in front of Izzy, she didn’t want her to know how desperate she was. She bit her lip, looking down at her girlfriend’s dark hair and just trying to think about anything else but what was going on. And then she leaked. It wasn’t much, just a teasing little spurt, but she felt it. She felt the water grow warmer for half a second, and she started to panic. She clinched up, praying Izzy didn’t feel it against her back. Though she knew that might be useless, seeing as how her vagina was pretty much pressed against the bare skin of Izzy’s back. She let out another shaky breath, her legs wrapping around Izzy more and just trying to get more pressure against herself with Izzy’s body. She nudged her up just a little bit, reaching down to fondle Izzy’s breasts just to keep her mind off of everything. And even if not, at least to distract Izzy from that leak. That leak, and the next one that followed not that much longer after. Clary tried her hardest to stop it, but it lasted for almost a whole second before she could get it under control and she knew this was the beginning of the end. ‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ she thought to herself, knowing she’d have to do something soon. But she was too far gone now, if she tried to get out the second she stood up she’d start peeing. So she took a deep breath and she tightened her legs around Izzy more, still playing with her breasts to keep her distracted. She started kissing at Izzy’s shoulder as she started to properly let go, peeing slowly against her girlfriend’s lower back. She tried to hold back the best she could so she wouldn’t feel it too much, but it didn’t take too long before it was a proper stream, shooting hard and fast against Izzy’s skin. All Clary could think was please let me be doing enough to distract her, though she knew that was useless. She was pissing hard and fast against her, and even if she couldn’t feel that she would be able to feel how the water was rapidly warming back up to a surprisingly comfortable temperature. Clary stopped kissing her skin enough to look down and she gasped quietly, noticing that the water was even growing a pale yellow from her release. There was no way Izzy didn’t know about what was happening. But it felt too good to finally let it all out, to finally get the relief she had craved. Her own nipples were rock hard and she was almost turned on with how good she felt. After what seemed like forever, she finally felt her stream slow before stopping. She sighed, resting her face against Izzy’s shoulder now they she felt so relaxed and comfortable. Izzy never said a word the whole time, and Clary was actually pretty sure she might’ve gotten away with it. After a little while later, Izzy finally pulled the plug on the tub and let the water start to drain, Clary was still feeling lazy after she finally got to relax, so she watched as Izzy stood up and watched the still faintly yellow water drain away. Izzy got out and started to dry off before going over to the toilet and sitting down, a loud intense stream hitting the water right away. Clary blushed, looking away though she could still see her out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t know how can do that in front of people, I could never,” she said, thinking to what she just did. And for a second, she was almost sure she saw a smirk on Izzy’s face. “Maybe one day you will.“
  11. justanotheromoaccount

    Back Alley Bathroom

    I've never really posted anything here before that I've written, so here we go! I hope you enjoy. “Here’s your drinks,“ she said, giving the two men a wide smile as she handed over the glasses. “Thanks doll,“ one of them said back and she rolled her eyes, turning back to start cleaning some mugs. Maia was four hours in on a shift at the bar, and honestly had to pee for the past two. After a long day of classes, she had had barely any time to change her clothes let alone use the bathroom before she started her shift. Plus she hadn’t really had to go before she started, so what harm could it do? Apparently, a lot. After a couple hours she started to feel a little pressure but there was nothing she could do then, they were busy and it wasn’t so bad. So she could wait. Right? Two more hours went by and that’s where she found herself now, still behind the bar and still having to pee. It was a Friday night and they were always gaining consumers, she wasn’t getting a moment to think let alone go relieve herself. “It’s fine,” she thought to herself. “Soon things will die down and I’ll get a chance to sneak off to the bathroom.” At least, that’s what she hoped. She kept having to pour drinks, kept having to watch liquid steadily stream from the bottle or the tap into the glass. And it was killing her. It didn’t help that every now and again she’d take a shot just to get the edge off, the alcohol quickly going to her bladder and making it heavier than it had been. Pressing her legs together slightly, she just tried to focus on getting through the night. But it was getting harder and harder. Being at a bar meant plenty of drunk people. Drunk people meant people full of liquid and lowered inhibitions, so every now and again she’d hear someone complain about how bad they needed to take a piss. “Dude, I’ve really got to go,” she heard a dark haired man say, looking over at his friend while he drunkenly grabbed at himself through his jeans. ”Fucking beer went right through me. But I don’t want to go all the way to the bathroom.” “Dude, just use your mug. Bartender won’t notice, she’s not even looking over here,“ the other man told him, and Maia almost wanted to go over there and slap them both for even considering it. But honestly, it made her think about how good it would feel to just push her panties to the side, hold a beer mug under her skirt, and let go. That way her boss couldn’t get mad at her for leaving the bar and she’d finally get the relieve she desperately needed. Before she could think any more, she heard the man groan lowly. Directly after that, she could hear the hiss of his piss leaving his cock, the sound of it hitting the inside of the glass mug and filling it up. Looking out of the corner of her eye she could see him holding the mug down between his legs and she knew exactly what he was doing. And she was jealous. Then, she felt herself almost leak. The pee that had been sitting in her abdomin had started to push down her urethra at the sound of him getting his relief and she had to press her legs together just to keep it all inside. And she hated it. She had to go so badly she couldn’t believe it. She had never had to piss so badly in her life. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, but it was getting harder and harder. The man sighed when he finally finished, zipping up his pants triumphantly. God she had to go. She finally felt like she was under control and she got back to work, pouring some more drinks and moving around the bar the best she could. Until, that is, she felt a leak escape into her panties. It wasn’t a lot, but just enough that she could feel the material get wetter and she all but twisted her legs to keep the rest of it inside. She couldn’t pee herself, she wouldn’t hear the end of it if she did. She bounced in place just to try to keep it in, but she stopped when she noticed a couple guys staring at her breasts as she did. She stood there and felt herself leak again and again, her underwear giving up the third time and she felt a little bead of piss slide down her bare leg. She couldn’t take it anymore. She thought about doing what the man did, going in the mug, but she realized it might be too obvious. Someone could see. Maia looked around before she noticed the back door to the alley, and she decided at the very least some fresh air might help. She ducked off outside and she got hit by the chilly air and she realized that just made it worse. She bounced in place for a moment before saying “fuck it”. Moving next to the dumpster, directly across from the door, she pushed up her skirt and exposed her now soaked panties to the outside air. With one motion she pushed them down and squatted, bracing herself against the wall. After a long few seconds of nothing but still air and quiet, it was broken by the pitter patter of her piss starting to finally come out. It was weak at first, her muscles used to trying to hold it in. But after a few moments of a weak dribble the flood gates finally opened and she pissed hard, properly, against the ground right outside the bar. It took a little bit before she finally started to feel the relief and when she did she moaned, honestly more lewdly than she had ever moaned during sex. And this might even be better than sex. She was finally pissing after hours of holding it in, finally relieving herself. It surprised her how long she was peeing as hard as she was, just a constant hiss and splash of it hitting the ground and adding to the puddle she was creating. After a couple minutes it finally weakened again before it finally stopped. She shook off a little and threw away the wet panties in the dumpster, heading back inside. She took one look back and was surprised at the large puddle she left, but she felt too good to feel ashamed. Hell, she kind of wanted to try it again sometime. Peeing in public like that.
  12. NicoleHolds4U

    Video for Sale

    Hi guys! I haven't been on this account for a while since I've been using Tumblr for all wetting content recently, but I've been missing this gem! I wanted to let you guys on here know that I have a video for sale currently that is $25, it's a real accidental wetting that occurred when my roommate locked herself in the bathroom and wore those waterproof headphones - so she couldn't hear me begging to be let in! If you're interested message me and I'd love to provide at least someone can benefit from that situation! Mod edit - Moved to marketplace ~ Sophie
  13. *****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.
  14. "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.
  15. Dr.P

    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.
  16. Dr.P

    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.
  17. Outgoingcouple

    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
  18. 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!!
  19. 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!!
  20. pdawg

    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
  21. 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."
  22. wetwulf

    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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