Paulypeeps

New Season
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By Paulypeeps

I always so look forward to the new season in the shop, and this year was no different. We had the late summer end of season sale and as always we still had some stock left that did not sell even at half price. As a last ditch we all get to wear some of the left over garments in the shop to see if we can get any customers interested.

We were all queuing at the front door when Tarquin opened up to let us in and we all ran straight to the remainder rail. In no time the five of us had left the hanging rail bare as we fought over the garments, grabbing one outfit each and leaving the rest on the floor.

We all rushed in to the back room, squeezing in, kicking off our shoes, and taking off our uniform dresses. Now naked we started to dress in the outfits.

I had managed to grab a mauve Amanda Wakely dress and a pair of Laboutins and was first out on to the shop floor.

Tarquin was reluctantly still hanging the remaining remainder garments back on the rail.

I walked catwalk style over to the sales counter and grabbed the first bottle of Chateau Lafite. It was 2013 vintage, Tarquin gets it cheap from one of our customers but never gets the best vintage. It is still rather nice though.

I carefully popped the cork and filled the half dozen glasses before delicately taking a sip from mine. Soon the others joined me, last of all Tarquin.

Tarquin raised a toast. "To the end of Spring/Summer - may we sell them all today!"

"Hopefully not all." Said Chantal now wearing a burgundy Gucci leather jacket, pink Versace skirt, and a pair of Curt Geiger heels.

"Quite." Said Jocasta wearing anther pair of Laboutins and a cream Chanel suit.

"I'll put the kettle on for tea." Said Mia wearing nothing but a completely see-through pink Prada dress.

"I suppose we had better let the customers in now we are dressed." Said Allegra wearing a white Stella Mccartney evening gown with a slit up one leg to her waist and Jimmy Choo wedges.

"Don't worry, I'll do it." Said Chantal who apart from Tarquin the only one of us tall enough to reach the top bolt.

Tarquin rumaged in the drawer and pulled out the five straws. "Let's see who will need to drink up first then." He said.

Jocasta pulled first and got a long straw. She pouted. "I'm never first." She said.

"I was first last time, let's see if I am lucky again!" Said Allegra who immediately pulled out a long straw also.

I pulled the next one.

"Not you again Aurelia!" Said Chantal returning from the door seeing the glee on my face as I held a short straw.

"I'd better have a cup of tea then." I said. I called to Mia. "Has the kettle boiled yet?"

Mia replied from the back room. "Nearly."

I made my way to the back room and waded through the pile of uniform dresses and shoes on the floor. At the back of the room almost obscured from view by boxes was the 'New Season' chair. I pushed the dresses aside and stacked the boxes against the wall. I took the rolled up rug from behind the chair and rolled it out on the floor before carefully placing the chair in the middle of it. Of course I could not help myself from pressing my face to the seat and smelling the delicate musky aroma.

I smoothed my dress under me and sat in the chair. "I need tea Mia!" I called out.

"Soon." Mia said as she poured water in to the tea cups.

I got up and went back out in to the shop. There were still no customers and Tarquin had opened another bottle of champagne and was refilling our glasses.

"Tea first or champagne?" Asked Tarquin.

We all grabbed a glass, even Mia who slammed the tea tray down on the counter before snatching hers.

It was lovely to be first, but I had hoped to be wearing the Amanda Wakely dress a few hours. I knew that as soon as Tarquin had finished his tea he would be ready. I had three cups of tea with my breakfast so I was already feeling rather full.

We all stood around the sales counter drinking our champagne and then when it had cooled a little our tea. We chatted and evaluated the fabrics of our outfits and how they would look later.

Mia asked Tarquin. "Which of our outfits do you like the most?"

Mia already knew the answer Tarquin would give. "Yours I think has that little edge Mia." Tarquin replied assessing Mia's body through her dress and reaching out to feel the fabric.

Mia had just taken the empty cups to the back room when Tarquin said. "It is time."

I led Tarquin in to the back room and carefully sat down on the seat. Tarquin stood in front of me and unzipped as the other girls filed in and stood either side of him.

With his penis in his hand Tarquin asked. "Are you ready?"

I closed my eyes and relaxed my bladder. The warmth was delicious as my pee jetted between my thighs then filled my dress and pooled around my bottom. Soon I heard my pee running off the chair and pattering on the carpet. I tucked my feet under the chair and felt my pee running down the skirt of my Amanda Wakely dress and filling my shoes. Although I had done this countless times before it still felt really luxurious to just be sitting in a designer dress and wetting myself.

In no time I felt the jet of Tarquin's pee on my chest. He played it over my breasts for a few seconds before moving down to my belly, then in my lap and down to my feet.

I opened my eyes just in time to see Tarquin cut off his flow.

The girls clapped as I continued to wet myself. I was really pleased that I had been able to keep the warmth flowing. A pressed my hand in to my lap and began to rub the wet fabric of my dress on my clitoris.

Tarquine retrousered his penis and went back out to the shop as I again closed my eyes. In no time I came adding some stickiness to the pee in my dress.

The girls clapped again before they got me up, undressed me, and shoved me out naked in to the shop to choose another outfit.

Tarquin ceremoniously ticked the Amanda Wakely dress off of his spreadsheet as Alegra brought it out and dropped it in the bin.

PP

You might be familiar with the very, very, very long running radio 4 soap opera that is The Archers. I thought I might write a little episode that explores some of the characters a bit further.

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The Archers - An everyday story of country folk

Episode 1

"Hello Susan." Said Clarrie.

"Hello Clarrie. Nice day to be out in the sunshine." Said Susan.

"Yes, It is." Replied Clarrie, adding. "I see you are dressing for the hot weather. I could not help noticing that you are wearing short skirts all the time now. You look really nice - quite glamorous really in that leather mini skirt, not like your old jeans look."

Susan explained. "Yes, I suppose it is a bit of a change. It all started by accident really, literally! You know I have been having these bladder control issues, well I guess everyone knows because Neil is not very discreet at the best of times, and I end up wetting my knickers a lot. Well, the other day - just before washing day - would you believe it I completely ran out of knickers. I couldn't wear my jeans without knickers because the seams rub so I thought I would be able to get away with wearing a skirt with nothing underneath."

"So you like the airy feel down below?" Clarrie chuckled.

"Well, that is quite nice, especially with skirts this short, but it is really that I found that when I was leaking out it was a lot more convenient not getting wet knickers. Having to keep changing my knickers before they soaked through to my jeans was such a chore. I had to keep at least six pairs handy. Now it just runs down my legs, or if I stand with my feet apart it goes on the ground. No more wet knickers." Said Susan.

"What, you just stand and make puddles on the floor? What about your stockings - don't they mark?" Enquired Clarrie.

"If I am outside and I feel it coming I just move my feet apart and let it happen. Sometimes I like to pre-empt things a bit and I give it a squeeze to get it over with. What's a big puddle compared to a little one." Susan chuckled. "But that's why I wear fishnet stockings. They don't show anything. Touch them if you like and see - my stockings are quite wet now, I just felt a little bit escaping but I doubt anything shows."

"I'd rather not touch them if you don't mind. I will take your word for it." Said Clarrie, enquiring. "So do you just keep changing your stockings instead then?"

"No, I don't worry about that. If it doesn't show I don't worry." Said Susan.

"Oh." Said Clarrie.

Susan looked down at her legs and Clarrie's eyes followed noticing the puddle starting to form around Susan's feet.

Clarrie put her hand to her mouth. "Oh Susan. That's quite an accident you are having. Has it really got that bad now?"

Susan smiled. "No, I just saw Lynda Snell heading this way. You know what she's like I will be chatting, or rather listening, for ages. Better to empty my bladder now and walk away from the puddle.

Clarrie watched open mouthed as Susan stepped out of her puddle and left a few wet footprints as she walked towards Lynda Snell.

"Hello Susan." Said Lynda.

"Hello Mrs. Snell." Said Susan.

Lynda continued. "Was that Clarrie I just saw over there? I must see her about appearing in my new production. But, on the other hand, seeing the new glamorous Susan I think I might be casting you for the lead in my new opera production."

"What me, opera! What on earth are you thinking. I have never seen an opera how can I be in one." said Susan exasperatedly. "Opera is all posh and foreign, and I am neither."

"Don't be silly. You have a lovely voice. We have all heard you singing in the shop when you don't realise we are there. I am doing Bizet's Carmen, and although it is Spanish we will sing it in English, and there is no way you could describe Carmen as posh - she is a peasant girl and I am sure you will fit right in." Explained Lynda.

"Oh, English peasant girl. Right down my street I guess." Said Susan squeezing a final wave of pee down her legs as a consolation, not caring if Lynda saw it or not.

Lynda noticed Susan's dejected tone. "I did not mean that you are an English peasant girl silly."

Susan now wished that she had not wet herself again and dare not look down to see if she had made a puddle. I suppose I could give it a go then."

"That's the spirit." Said Lynda as she made a bee-line for Clarrie.

"Susan! Susan! Over here!" Called Neil from outside the barn a little way up the road.

"Hello Neil." Susan replied making her way towards Neil.

Neil said in a low voice. "Quick, get in here."

"Oh Neil, not now. It has been hard enough stopping the cum running down my stockings all morning." Whined Susan.

"Just bend over those bales." Said Neil pushing Susan in to the barn.

In no time Neil had unzipped, lifted Susan's skirt, and impaled her from behind pressing her firmly over the straw bales.

As Neil gives Susan her nuptials he explains. "Mrs. Carter you are just so irresistible now you have started dressing nicely. I just can't help myself."

In just a few seconds Neil shot his load into Susan and withdrew, zipping up just in time to see Lynda Snell arrive in the barn.

"Ah, Susan. Lovely to see you are getting in to the part already. What do you think of the space. I think it will make a great opera house? What do you think Neil?"

Susan gingerly pulled the back of her skirt down and stood up.

Neil stammered. "Yes Mrs. Snell, I I I think it will be great. What opera?"

"Didn't Susan tell you. She is going to be Carmen. I think she is making a great start." Said Lynda, adding. "I will leave you to it."

Lynda left the barn.

"Neil, what do you think you are doing, making love to me like that in the middle of the village. I can feel your cum running down my legs already." Said Susan.

"It's OK. Lynda just thought you were rehearsing. Sit down on that bale." Said Neil.

Susan sat down on the bale.

Neil quickly unzipped again and straight away aimed a jet of pee up Susan's skirt in to her lap.

"NEIL! What are you doing?" Cried Susan.

"Washing off the cum silly. Don't tell me you are not wet already - I bet you have been wetting yourself all morning." Explained Neil.

Susan just sat there, quietly enjoying the warm jet of Neil's pee between her legs.

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Just found this article. Looks like someone had a sense of humour in the Crossfit marketing department that did not go down well:-

http://www.dailylife.com.au/health-and-fitness/dl-fitness/watch-these-women-work-out-until-they-wet-themselves-20130626-2owtl.html

So Sophie, does it inspire you do this again? Perhaps take up knickerless tennis?

Lovely!

42 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Awesome @Paulypeeps - very satisfying to read too.....    Sort of hoping it was onto a grotty carpet indoors, rather than just watering the grass at an outdoor table? 

It was indoors, and quite nice carpet with a pattern so nothing showed. It was quite fun to be emptying my bladder completely, and twice, while sitting right opposite my boss. The food was spicy hot so I had to drink a lot of cola.

On 7/9/2019 at 1:43 AM, lengajesytec said:

In a restaurant, while sitting, just let it go on the floor. 

I don't get to go to restaurants very often, but I have done this. It was a work outing and we were all sitting around a big round table so I just perched on the edge of the seat and peed on the back of my legs. No chance of making a video or taking a photo unfortunately, but very satisfying. My pee ended up on the floor eventually...

For me it has to be the time when I was on the train and needed to pee. For the first time I just sat there and discreetly peed through my skirt into the seat.

It was quite exciting because I was wearing my work suit, and I had no idea what my black polyester skirt would look like after I had wet it. Just sitting there and peeing into the seat felt so good that I knew it was the right thing to do even if it did show.

It always feels nice to wet myself in public, but that first time peeing on the train was the most satisfying.

PP

Some of the celebrities are sewn in to their dresses so no visiting the toilet all evening. I guess they get used to it.

I think we need a PissR app that uses GPS to see who is peeing nearby.

 

Might be a bit tricky for us stealthy wetters to use it - might be a bit of a giveaway when we change the status to 'Currently pissing' while we are sitting in the lounge bar.

Polished concrete floors might be another option rather than paint. Quite fashionable now.

Put the drain in the bedroom under the bed! A nice custom built bed that will drain nicely - you don't want crinkly sheets.

Perhaps a custom sofa too similar to the bed but upholstered in black Spandex strategically located over the drain.

And in the dining room the drain should of course be under the centre of the table.