Once I had done it a few times I realised peeing down my legs under a dress feels like the natural way to pee. Being instantly rewarded with the warmth on my legs makes it feel so right. At first I would find a quiet corner somewhere out of sight to do it, but I soon realised that when I did it in front of my friends, even when wearing incredibly short skirts, they never noticed. Now I just make sure I am doing something to direct attention elsewhere  - usually chatting or checking my phone - and no one expects me to be peeing! There is no need to hurry, feet together and just a gentle trickle is all that is required to enjoy the warmth.

 

PP

I often get home too tired to undress and shower before going to bed. Especially after clubbing when I get in at five and have to be up by seven.

Going to bed tired is always a bad thing for me because I find it hard to resist the temptation to just do at least a little wee in the bed before I go to sleep.

One memorable night which wasn't a clubbing night I had been out for a friday evening soirée at a wine bar wearing my ball gown for a change. It is nice to wear something that is not black when I go out, and my turquoise ball gown which I inherited from my auntie was quite a contrast to the rest of my wardrobe.

Having flouncy underskirts meant that it being turquiose was not a problem as long as I did not sit down. I could stand and pee down my legs as much as I liked without the dress showing any sign of wetness on the outside - just the underskirt where it touched my legs was all that got wet - and only I knew that!

The evening went on to very late and I was enjoying chatting, and drinking, and peeing down my legs right up to closing time which must have been around four in the morning.

I got home intending to undress and shower before bed, but really could not be bothered so just climbed in to bed fully dressed knowing that I could shower when I got up.

Snuggling under the covers I felt the dampness of of the flouncy underskirt on my legs. Inevitably in my tired state I thought "Just a little spurt won't hurt to warm it up a little."

Straight away as usually happens in this situation, before I had a chance to rationalise and change my mind I just lay there on my back and gently released a short five second spurt. My pee felt delicious as it ran down and soaked in to the flouncy underskirt and warmed the back of my legs.

Normally I would have peed before going to bed but not this time. The last time I had peed was in the wine bar when I forced out the last of my pee down my legs letting it soak away in to the dark carpet for a minute or so before I said goodbye - my stomach was still full of cola as I had been drinking right up to the end!

Of course the back of my legs were now nice and warm - But my flouncy underskirt was wet all the way round and the sides and tops of my legs were still feeling the cold dampness. I quickly rolled on to my side and released another short spurt. It felt quite delicious as it ran over my thigh before soaking in to the flouncy underskirt.

I let it soak in for a bit before turning over and doing the same on the other side. I was hoping that I had enough pee left to properly warm up my underskirt so I could get to sleep in comfort.

Finally I rolled on to my front and let out another spurt thankful that I still had enough pee for the full five seconds.

I just lay there on my front for a bit as my pee soaked in. I now felt lovely and warm all around from my waist down to my knees, but below still felt a little cold and damp.

Now on autopilot I knew what I had to do - Still on my front I pulled myself up on to my knees and just released my bladder full blast for five seconds. I felt my warm pee spraying on my legs all the way down to my feet. It felt good. A few seconds later I did it again - it really felt that good!

I turned back over on to my back and relished the warmth that was now caressing my legs and my bottom. It felt really nice. I felt really comforted. I felt I could now go to sleep.

For some reason I could not go to sleep. I had a nagging tingle in my bladder - the nagging tingle I get when my pee is interrupted. Just another little spurt won't hurt I thought. Straight away just lying on my back I released another gentle spurt.

My bladder was still tingling and now my feet were starting to feel a bit left out. When I pee standing I love the progression as my pee makes its way down my legs, down my thighs, passing the back of my knees, down the back of my calves all the way to my feet.

I laid back and pulled my knees up so my feet were drawn up under my dress almost touching my bottom and peed again. This time another full blast spurt for five seconds to soak my feet. It felt delicious as my my pee splattered on my feet warming them up nicely.

I lay there for a few minutes before I pushed my feet back down to the bottom of the bed.

It felt good being caressed by the warmth and wetness of my dress. I began to realise that I had released quite a lot of pee in to my dress now. I was sure that my bladder must be almost empty. I relaxed and let my pee flow until I was empty.

The next thing I knew was the sun streaming in the window as I woke up. Immediately I was aware of how wet I was. I was expecting to be dry - I usually do pee a little when I go to be fully dressed, and it has dried by morning with any excess soaking away in to my mattress.

I felt my cold damp dress clinging to me as I moved. The dampness half way up my back and down to my feet. I gingerly lifted the duvet - my dress was soaked all the way through to the front, the turquoise now much darker with the odd light patch. I felt underneath my bottom and the inevitable soaked bedding.

I was pretty wet, I was not going to get much wetter, I needed to pee. I relaxed and just released my morning pee straight into my dress and let it soak through into the mattress. It was not the worlds biggest morning pee, but it felt nice to just be lying there in bed and doing it.

I had peed now so there was no urgency to get up. I just lay there savouring at first the warmth, and then the wetness. After an hour I got up carefully, inspecting my dress for how much I had wet it, then I walked to the shower with pee dripping off my dress on to my feet and the carpet.

I showered fully dressed, peeling off my ballgown in the process, before hanging my ballgown up to dry and going back to inspect the bed.

I left the duvet off my bed so the sheet and mattress would have a chance to dry and had a quiet Saturday. When it was bedtime my bed was still a little damp, but I did not worry too much since it reminded me of how much I had enjoyed the previous evening and night. I slept well.

My turquoise ballgown was never quite the same.

PP

Chapter 1 – Denise’s Challenge

It was Denise who had suggested going shopping, a suggestion that no self-respecting Essex girl could refuse.

“I’m coming!” Said Denise’s mother Tracy.

“Me too.” Piped up her grandmother Sharon.

The three women picked up their handbags and headed for the station. They could have been sisters with their bleached hair and similar outfits rather than from three generations. Denise was eighteen and her grandmother was in her forties but all of them had maintained excellent figures.

Sharon had worn miniskirts since she moved to the new town of Basildon in the sixties and now any woman could be identified as a foreigner if she was not wearing a short skirt in the Essex town regardless of her age. Sharon was wearing a leopard print top and a white pleated tennis skirt with white stilettos. She had abandoned wearing underwear in the sixties, partly influenced by Germaine Greer and the feminist movement and partly by the practicalities of wearing short skirts, the only way she could prevent people from seeing her knickers was to leave them off.

Tracy was wearing a turquoise mini dress with a white belt to coordinate with her white stilettos. Now in her prime she felt wearing simple clothes would maximise her allure. Like Sharon she did not wear underwear but unlike Sharon she and Denise had never worn underwear in their lives, now feeling that it was their duty to follow Sharon’s example.

Denise liked to look as grown up as possible and wore a tight white top to maximise her small breasts and a black leather mini skirt with white stilettos.

At the station the three women bought their tickets from the ticket machine and waited for the train. After a few minutes Denise became a bit fidgety, which soon came to the attention of Tracy.

“Are you all right Denise? You look a bit uncomfortable.” Tracy asked.

 “I’m OK,” replied Denise. “I need to pee but I was going to go on the train.”

The women stood and chatted as Denise fidgeted for another five minutes until the train came.

When the train arrived the women trotted along, looking through the windows to find a suitable seat.

“This looks OK.” Said Tracy after passing about half of the almost empty train.

“He looks great.” Said Sharon noticing the student sat opposite the row of three empty seats that Tracy had earmarked for them.

They got on board and sat down opposite the student who was quite engrossed in his book. Denise took the window seat with Tracy in the middle and Sharon in the aisle seat.

Immediately they sat down Denise and Tracy began to wet themselves, slowly emptying their bladders in to the seat with a gentle hissing noise. As always when wetting herself Tracy became aroused, the warmth from her pee as it soaked into the seat turning her on.

Tracy whispers in Denise’s ear. “What do you reckon on bookworm over there, you think he’ll fuck you?”

“We’ll see.” Denise replied, now that her urge to pee had been alleviated she was able to enjoy the warmth, turned on by her own wetness.

Relishing the challenge that her mother had set Denise opened her knees as far as she could and started to rub her right foot up and down her left calf.

“Hi, what’s the book, I’m Denise?” She asked the student while glancing down at herself hoping that his eyes could be drawn away from his book and towards her exposed fanny.

The student looked over his book at Denise. “It’s ‘The Hobbit’, by Tolkein.” He said and returned to reading, ignoring the show that Denise was putting on for him.

After all, he had seen Essex girls before and there was nothing unusual about seeing their minge.

Tracy could see that Denise had failed to make any impact at all. Denise’s conversation had been stumped completely by her lack of knowledge of the works of Tolkein. She might have fared better had he been reading Terry Pratchet.

Tracy got up and sat next to the student leaving a dark wet patch on her seat and showing a small discoloured area on the back of her dress to Sharon.

“I liked ‘Lord of the Rings’ better.” Said Tracy as she settled down in to the adjacent seat, almost snuggling up to the student, letting her dress ride up to expose her abundant bush. Tracy ran her hands up and down over her breasts and put a hand onto the student’s knee, running it up his thigh.

While the student glanced at Tracy, clearly able to see all that she had to offer there was no sign of any arousal in his trousers. Tracy returned to her own seat, hovering and silently spurting a jet of pee to warm up the wet patch before she sat down.

Sharon had been watching intently as her offspring had failed miserably to make any impression on the student. Sharon stood in front of the student and with her legs tight together released her bladder. Letting the pee cascade down the insides of her legs and making a loud hissing noise she soon had the attention of the student. Sharon seductively lifted her skirt and ran her hand up her inner thigh and over her clitoris before curtailing her flow.

Now all three women looked in awe as the student’s trousers began bulging and he put his book down. Sharon reached down and unzipped his trousers, his dick springing to attention. Nothing was said as in silence Sharon knelt astride the student and began to ride making the student come in less than thirty seconds.

“Thank god he isn’t gay.” Sharon thought to herself as she continued to ride him, not letting his penis have any opportunity to deflate until they climaxed together, the student for the second time as Sharon began barking then howling as the orgasm overtook her and she again began to wet, this time soaking the students trousers.

“I think I’m stuck, give me a hand.” Sharon called as she tried to climb off of the student’s now flaccid penis.

Denise and Tracy came to her rescue and lifted her off as her now stiff legs straightened.

Sharon now sat back in her seat and with a smile on her face like a Cheshire cat she completely emptied her bladder in to the upholstery.

An announcement came over the loudspeaker from the driver. “The next stop will be Upminster. Change here for Lakeside and Tilbury.”

“Our stop.” Said Denise as the three women got up off of their soggy seats and made their way to the door, Sharon enjoying the double dose of sticky cum now oozing out between her legs.

The three women smiled and blew kisses to the student, now rather red faced and trying to work out what to do about his soggy predicament as they left the train.

“One up to Granny.” Said Sharon. “I don’t know how you expect to get pregnant if you don’t have sex, both your mother and I had babies at your age, you don’t want to leave it too long Denise, I’m already overdue for a great grandchild, it’s tradition now.”

Denise grimaced at her grandmother for pressuring her to have children but accepted that it was the family tradition to continue the female line and she did not use contraception to prevent nature taking its course. Sharon had triumphed through experience and now Denise had to watch and learn if she was going to win at this game.

Denise headed for the kiosk to buy some drink followed by the others. Sharon was now enjoying the fruit of her efforts as cum continued to seep from her vagina and began to ooze down her legs. The only thing that Sharon had done differently was to pee openly in front of the student instead of normally in her seat and Denise would need to refill her bladder to repeat Sharon’s show.

- o - o - o -

Chapter 2 – Denise tries again

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After they had detoured via the food kiosk the three women made their way to the waiting Tilbury train, drinking as they went. Again they trotted along, looking through the windows for suitable accommodation.

“This will do us.” Said Denise as she spotted a young man about her own age that she thought she might stand a better chance with.

Again they sat down in three adjacent seats opposite the young man. This time Sharon, sitting in the window seat, wet herself first, just silently releasing enough into her seat to make herself comfortable.

As she sat down in her aisle seat Tracy realised that Denise had made a mistake. The football shirt gave it all away. The only way he was going to get a hard on was if Gary Lineker boarded the train. Tracy thought that she might as well try so she twisted to face him, opened her legs and smiled.

While he glanced Tracy’s way several times and must have caught a glimpse of her bush he was unmoved.

Denise now took the initiative and stood up with her feet apart and released a spurt of pee. Instead of falling neatly between her feet as she had intended it jetted forwards soaking the man’s feet and ankles.

“You disgusting cow!” He exclaimed as he got up and shook his feet and moved round to the next bay.

“It’s always best to say hello before you pee on someone.” Said Sharon wisely.

“Unless he’s already got his dick inside you.” Added Tracy reflecting on what Sharon had done earlier.

To Tracy it seemed silly to waste time while there was a competition on so she got up walked down the carriage stepped into a bay and sat down.

As Tracy sat down in the middle seat she kept her knees apart, ensuring that the two men sitting opposite got a good view. Sharon and Denise now moved down to see what Tracy was up to sitting in the opposite bay so as not to crowd her style.

“Oooh!” Exclaimed Tracy as she noisily released a spurt of pee into her seat.

Tracy now stood up, “Oh my god I’m wetting myself” she said and with her legs together began to pee, making a gentle hissing noise as her pee trickled down her legs.

For about a minute Tracy stood letting her pee soak into her shoes and making a puddle on the floor as she twisted round to look at the wet patch on her seat and discretely at the two men’s crotches. One of the men was now shifting about uncomfortably in his seat.

Tracy stopped peeing and sat down between the two men snuggling up close to the uncomfortable one. “I’m sorry, I hope I haven’t offended you” said Tracy in a pathetic voice fishing for sympathy to the man she was snuggled up to.

“No, not at all. Accidents will happen, at least you didn’t get your ‘ankle warmers’ wet.” Said the man now smiling.

Tracy now put her hand on the man’s crotch and unzipped his fly.

“Fuck me.” Tracy whispered in his ear as she took his hand and pushed it into her own crotch.

The man stood up and Tracy slid down into her seat as he knelt before her in her puddle of pee. The man’s engorged penis was now projecting from his trousers as he thrust it inside Tracy making her gasp as it entered.

For two minutes he thrust away before they climaxed together, drawing the attention of the whole carriage as Tracy gasped and grunted in orgasm.

As the man withdrew and sat back down beside Tracy Sharon and Denise clapped. Tracy lay back and for some post coital relaxation she peed again, this time her recumbent position ensuring that the back of her dress was soaked as she peed through her skirt into the seat.

As the train approached Lakeside the three women prepared to leave. Tracy sat up in her seat and thanked the man for fucking her and apologised to the other man. “I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.” She said.

Sharon washed away the cum stains she had made on her seat with a spurt of pee and Denise released a token spurt of pee into her seat as she totted up the score in her head “Granny one, Mummy one, Me none. How am I going to get fucked in Lakeside?” she thought to herself.

- o - o - o -

Chapter 1 – Nice way to fly

Calista ran from the taxi through the concourse straight to the check in desk waving her first class ticket. She had already missed the last call announcement. With no baggage to check in she was fortunately through in no time and told to hurry up and follow the lady with the yellow Samsonite vanity box that she would be sitting with to the first class lounge, as the plane was about to leave.

Calista caught up with her fellow first class passenger and looked from side to side as she went through the first class lounge in the hope of finding a toilet.

“Is there a toilet here? I’m busting, this bad weather has made my taxi so late.” Said Calista to her fellow passenger.

“Tell me about it, I’m dying for a pee, I thought I was going to do it in the taxi, I prefer to wait until I’m on the plane. There is a loo over there but we haven’t got time. I don’t usually bother anyway. The stewardess is beckoning us along, we’ll have to go when we’re on the plane. I’m Tamara by the way.” Said Tamara moving her heavy vanity box to her other hand.

“I’m Calista.” Said Calista as the stewardess ushered the two women through the plane door to their adjacent seats at the front of the plane.

As the door slammed shut the pilot revved up the engines and commenced taxiing the plane. The stewardess stowed Tamara’s vanity box and buckled up Tamara’s seat belt before buckling up Calista.

“I need to use the toilet.” Protested Calista as the stewardess drew her attention to the fasten seatbelt light before sitting down in her own seat and buckling up.

“You’ll have to wait until we are airborne and the seatbelt light is extinguished.” Said the stewardess.

The plane taxied to the runway and took off.

As the plane climbed the captain announced. “Unfortunately today the weather is a bit bumpy so I expect that the seatbelt lights will stay on for most of the flight. We are currently climbing to our cruising altitude and will top out at about thirty one thousand feet. I have taken a look at the weather map and should be able to avoid the worst of the storms but this will increase our journey time slightly. I will expect to touch down in Nice at about fifteen forty five local time, European time now is fourteen thirty one. I hope you enjoy your flight with us today. Your chief stewardess today in standard and club class is Mandy and Lucy will be able to assist in first class”.

“Tamara, do you think they will turn the seat belt light off soon, I’m really busting now. Are you alright?” Said Calista in a very agitated voice.

“I don’t think that the light will be going off for some time yet, but I’m alright. I’ve been now.” Said Tamara with a cheeky grin.

“But you haven’t left your seat! How can you have been?” Asked Calista naively.

“I just did a little bit in the seat. I told you that I would go on the plane.” Said Tamara, her grin now getting cheekier. “I’ve just done enough to relieve the pressure, I’ll do a bit more later on. It’s no big deal, look.”

Tamara moved her knees apart and pulled back the skirt of her black Versace mini dress revealing her bare fanny so that Calista could see the now wet seat between Tamara’s legs. Tamara let loose a spurt of pee that jetted between her legs, creating a small pool which quickly soaked into the seat.

Calista stared open mouthed at what Tamara was doing.

“B… but … how can you do that, it’s not an accident, you did it deliberately, you’ll get into terrible trouble now, there’s no way you can hide that.” Uttered Calista completely uncomprehending what Tamara had done.

“It’s not a problem.” Replied Tamara. “Don’t forget that we are first class passengers. No airline is going to do anything that would discourage us from flying with them again. As long as we don’t upset the other passengers we can do what we like. Take it from me, I fly this route about ten times a year and I find an excuse to wet myself every time. Look at what the ticket costs, it’s over a thousand pounds, and what do the plebs in the back pay, two hundred. I think that for eight hundred pounds the airline can deal with a damp cushion, don’t you.”

Calista pondered for a moment, her predicament temporarily forgotten as she came to terms with what Tamara was doing. “I suppose if you put it like that it’s no big deal. Are you saying that no one has ever said anything?”

“Lucy the stewardess usually asks me if I have ‘used the facility’ yet when she comes round with the drinks. You might like to check Lucy’s seat as you go past later, see the way that she has scrunched her skirt up behind, you can probably see her minge from where you’re sitting.” Said Tamara, now aware that Calista was coming to terms with what she was doing. “So have you been yet Calista?” Asked Tamara knowing what the answer would be.

“I can’t. My skirt will get wet.” Said Calista finding excuses not to wet herself.

“And you think mine is dry?” Retorted Tamara. “A wet skirt is the least of your problems when you’re about to get a ruptured bladder. So what is it, Channel, I have a Channel suit and it still looks as good as new, I must have peed that skirt a dozen times now. It doesn’t show a thing when it’s wet. Take it from me you’ll be fine, just do it while you still have some control”.

At this point the stewardess’s phone rang. Lucy answered it and carefully got up out of her seat, letting her uniform skirt fall neatly down behind her and deftly tipping up the seat while still facing forward. While the air was still too bumpy to let the passengers loose in the cabin the stewardesses were now able to serve drinks. As Lucy approached, Tamara opened her legs and released a spurt of pee while pulling up her skirt.

“I see that you are using the facility today Tamara” Lucy observed.

“I couldn’t help noticing that you were enjoying the privilege as well earlier.” Said Tamara. Tamara beckoned Lucy to come closer and whispered in her ear. “Calista next to me needs to go as well but she is having a bit of trouble. I think you will need to give her some encouragement”.

Lucy looked across at Calista gently squirming in her seat. “I’ll give her a quick demo.” Lucy whispered back.

“I guess you would like a long drink?” Lucy asked Tamara, now speaking in a normal voice.

“Yes please, a large orange juice in a big glass would be nice and get the same for Calista, I always drink a lot on the plane because the air is so dry.” Tamara said.

Lucy prepared the drinks and returned with two great big glasses of orange juice, each holding over a pint. Tamara took hers and began drinking it down straight away as Lucy stood in front of Calista with her feet slightly apart, holding Calista’s drink in front of her skirt. Calista’s attention was at once drawn to the faint sound of liquid dripping on to the carpet, which anyone would think would be Lucy spilling some drink but Calista could see that the source of the liquid was up Lucy’s skirt. As Calista looked on open mouthed at Lucy’s brazen act of urination she was paralyzed, not able to move until the dripping stopped and Lucy lent forwards to hand her the drink. “You must make use of the facilities while you’re here, you will feel much more comfortable”.

With advice from all quarters now dispensed Calista new that she had no excuses left. Tamara knew her skirt would take it, the stewardess had no problem with pee in the cabin. Tamara’s seat was still soaking up everything that she could spurt into it.

Calista slowly relaxed. At first she felt nothing, had she gone beyond the point of control. She relaxed more and felt the warmth flow over her clitoris. Now her abdomen began to contract. Calista could no longer control the flow as the pain increased she could do nothing but let rip. Calista was relieved as she looked down into her lap that nothing showed but could hear the hissing sound above the whine of the engines and she thrust her free hand into her crotch in an attempt to stem the flow. This exercise was futile; the tight Channel skirt would not allow her hand between her legs and the flow continued unabated.

Tamara noticed the change in Calista “Are you alright Calista, you look a bit flushed?” She asked.

“I’m wetting myself and I can’t stop!” Replied Calista in a subdued voice trying to keep quiet about what she was doing.

“Good girl, welcome to the club. It’s not the mile high club but a great way to enjoy the flight just the same. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Calista didn’t answer, her level of arousal now so high that all she could do was sigh as her flow continued to soak her seat.

It seemed like no time at all before the plane had landed. As soon as they reached the gate Tamara jumped up and dragged Calista up from her seat too before leaving as if nothing unusual had happened.

Calista tried to walk as normally as possible with her wet skirt reminding her of what she had done.

- o - o - o -

Chapter 2 – Cannes do it anywhere

 

Since being in Cannes Calista had reflected several times on what had happened on the flight, on how Tamara, and the stewardess Lucy, had considered it quite normal to wet themselves, how convenient it had been and most of all how pleasurable it was to be just sitting and peeing in such a public place gaining such a high level of arousal. It had been so simple, and like on the plane where she had paid a lot for her ticket she was staying in the best suite at a top hotel and would be eating at the most expensive restaurants. Surely none of these establishments would turn her away for leaving a small puddle on the floor, or even moistening the upholstery a little. It really was no big deal since no one had commented on her skirt being soaking wet, there was nothing to see, and today, just in case, she wore the same Channel suit which was as pristine as the day she had bought it.

Calista was sitting on the terrace of her hotel waiting for the waiter to bring her coffee. “It’s inevitable that people will wet themselves if they have to wait this long.” Calista thought to herself, justifying what she was about to do.

Calista looked around, there was no one that she knew nearby. Calista squeezed herself but nothing happened. “How do I wet myself? I only want to do a little bit.” She thought. This time she did not have the moral support of Tamara and Lucy to help nor was she desperate. Years of conditioning had given her perfect bladder control, or so she thought but now she had no control, she remained sealed.

Calista relaxed, resigning herself to having to wait until she was desperate to enjoy the public pleasure that she had enjoyed on the plane but let out a short gasp as she felt the moist sensation between her legs. This is what she had been trying for as she felt the warmth caressing her fanny and stimulating her clitoris. Calista looked around, enjoying her environment as her pee now soaked through the skirt of her channel suit and into the lightly upholstered wicker chair. Her spell was broken as she saw the waiter approach. Calista tried to cut off the flow but as in the plane any attempt to stem the flow caused a pain.

Calista went bright red as the waiter placed the coffee on the table beside her.

“Will that be all Madame?” The waiter asked in broken English as Calista’s pee began to run through her chair and trickle onto the marble floor.

“That’s all, thank you.” Calista said in a remarkably dignified voice, given how she was feeling.

Calista’s flow continued as the waiter left, fortunately still just trickling through the chair and Calista remained completely still, not even moving her head in case she saw someone she knew nearby.

When her pee had finished running from the chair Calista furtively looked around. There was no one she knew and no one was looking her way.

Calista quickly drunk down her coffee, almost burning herself in the process, before gingerly standing up and making a hasty exit.

The waiter moved in fast to remove the damp chair as soon as Calista had left with, unknown to Calista, a few drops of pee leaving a trail across the marble paved floor from the hem of her skirt.

Calista reflected on how right Tamara had been, how her status as a valued customer had meant that her wetting had not been questioned. It must have been obvious to the waiter that she had wet herself but he had not in the slightest acknowledged that anything was amiss.

Calista went outside into the street. She walked confidently knowing that although her skirt was now soaking wet at the back nothing showed and it would soon be dry. As long as she dressed appropriately she would never need to make a special trip to the toilet just to pee.

Calista made her way to Tamara’s hotel and found her sitting in reception. Tamara was wearing a tiny white bra, pleated white mini skirt, white high-heeled shoes and white framed sunglasses.

“Hello Tamara.” Calista said as she sat down opposite Tamara hoping that her still damp skirt would not mark the pink seat. She need not have worried.

“Hello Calista, glad you could make it. I thought I wasn’t going to hold out, my bladders bursting, oh! It’s just popped!” Said Tamara smiling as Calista heard a short burst of loud hissing noise emanating from between Tamara’s legs.

“That will have to do.” Said Tamara in a low voice as she got up leaving a dark circle on the pink upholstery. “I have to be careful with white. I normally wouldn’t have done it here but since you’re here I thought I might as well. It’s OK; I’ll wait if you need to go?” Tamara was not expecting Calista to take up her offer.

Calista thought for a few seconds that her skirt had probably already marked the seat then said,.“Ok, I’ll just be a few seconds.”

Calista leant forward and relaxed. This time her pee came quickly. Straight away she felt the warmth. Calista had now become more comfortable with wetting herself and by not waiting until she was desperate she had been in complete control. After a few seconds Calista was able to cut off her flow and looked around. The coast was clear; no one would see her leaving the wet seat. Calista got up and followed a slightly surprised Tamara out to the street.

“I think I need a drink.” Said Tamara as she made a beeline for the bar across the street, adding. “You really seem to be enjoying your freedom now.”

Calista followed her and they both sat up on stools at the elevated bar. Tamara sat back on her stool making sure that her skirt was clear of the seat while Calista just sat down normally.

Tamara ordered two giant cocktails and when they arrived Tamara sucked ravenously at her straw while Calista took a quick sip before spluttering. “What’s in this?”

“I don’t know what’s in it but it’s big and tastes good.” Said Tamara. “If you don’t like it I’ll have it.” Tamara called the barman over and asked him to get Calista. ‘Something big with a bit less bite.”

By the time Calista’s pina-colada was ready Tamara had started on the second drink. When it was half empty she stopped, and said. “Hurry up or you’ll get dehydrated.”

Tamara sat up and began to pee, her pee gently flowing over the front and down the legs of the leather clad stool. After a few seconds Tamara stopped peeing and drunk the rest of her drink before sitting up again and stretching her legs out towards Calista.

Peeing again she said. “I love it on the back of my legs.” As she looked down at her pee now running off of her heels onto the carpet. “I think we’ll have a few more drinks and then go shopping. It looks as if you only have one outfit.” Said Tamara, noting that Calista was wearing the same Channel suit as she had on yesterday.

“I have got other stuff but I wanted to be safe.” Said Calista, as she paused for breath, not being able to keep up with Tamara’s drinking rate.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure that the clothes are OK before we leave the shop so you will know you’re all right. Drink up, or you’ll have nothing to test with”.

The women continued drinking for another twenty minutes, Tamara pausing every few minutes to let a small stream run down the back of her legs. Calista waited till the end to try it for herself, having to perch on the edge of the stool to prevent her skirt intercepting her pee before it had a chance to run down her legs.

“Does it feel nice?” Tamara asked her.

“I can’t really feel it much.” Answered Calista. “And I don’t know whether I like it going in my shoes.”

“Point your toes, like me.” Said Tamara, as she again demonstrated how to discretely pee down her legs. “It stops it going in your shoes so much; pee a bit harder if you want to feel it.”

Tamara watched as Calista pointed her toes and the dripping from her heels increased to a gentle flow.

“Is that better?” Tamara asked.

Calista was now enjoying peeing down her legs much more. “I see what you mean.” She said.

Tamara swivelled round on her stool giving a nice view up her skirt to some young men who were looking her way. Tamara knew that they had not been seen wetting themselves. Tamara put her feet on the foot rail of the stool and deftly lifted her still dry skirt over the wet seat. Her feet now on the ground, Tamara felt the small amount of pee that had got in her shoes. “Don’t worry about your wet shoes Calista, you’ll get used to it and they’ll be a lot wetter later on.” She said.

The internationally recognisable Tamara led the way from the bar as the women visited some of the designer shops. The first stop was Gucci. “We shouldn’t have a problem finding something here.” Said Tamara eyeing up the leather skirts in the window.

They went inside and Tamara briefed the assistant with Calista’s requirement that any garment must be ‘pee proof’. At first the assistant looked a bit taken aback but she went with Calista to choose some garments from the rails.

Calista disappeared into the changing cubicle with the assistant and removed her jacket and her now only slightly wet skirt. The assistant helped her on with a knee length brown leather skirt and Calista emerged to show Tamara. “What do you think?” Asked Calista, twirling round.

Tamara replied. “Try it out, and we’ll see …”

Calista looked puzzled.

“… Go on …” Tamara continued, encouraging Calista. “… Like this silly.”

Watched by Calista and the assistant Tamara looked down towards her feet and demonstrated what Calista should do. Tamara released a wave of pee down her legs. A small puddle formed at her feet that quickly soaked into the light carpet. Tamara smiled at Calista and the slightly shocked assistant.

Calista knew what was expected and released a short burst of pee down her legs making her own dark patch on the light carpet. Calista turned round so that Tamara could check that all was OK at the back.

Tamara asked the assistant. “Could we have a chair please?”

The assistant got a chair from behind the counter and Tamara indicated to Calista to sit.

“How is it now?” Tamara asked the now seated Calista.

There was a muffled hissing for a few seconds before a trickle of pee began to run from the hem of the Gucci leather skirt.

Calista sat and smiled. “It feels nice.”

Calista stood up and a rush of stored pee splashed Calista’s ankles and trickled from the hem of the skirt. Calista turned round again to show Tamara the back.

“Its fine.” Said Tamara to the assistant, adding. “She’ll take it, have you got a jacket?”

Calista followed the assistant and chose a jacket which matched her skirt. Calista tried it on before returning to the changing room and putting her suit back on. Calista paid for the garments and asked for them to be delivered to her hotel.

The assistant said. “I’ll give the skirt a while to dry before I have it delivered this afternoon.”

As Calista tried each garment on Tamara would instruct Calista to first try it standing with her legs together, just a small spurt, and then request a chair so that Calista could wet herself while sitting. Calista was beginning to enjoy the feeling of her warm pee running down her legs as she tried on the skirts and dresses, leaving obvious wet patches on the carpet and seats. Tamara peed herself as required to relieve the pressure in her own bladder as she stood and directed proceedings letting her pee flow unnoticed down her legs to the floor in short bursts.

Calista bought every outfit that passed the test, leaving any failing wet garments that showed pee stains for the assistants to sort out. Again Calista was puzzled at why the stores had been so accommodating to them.

“Surely they can’t sell the items that I peed in and didn’t buy? Can they?” She asked Calista.

“You are so naïve Calista.” Replied Tamara. “They have probably got private buyers lined up already, there aren’t many places that you can buy stuff that celebrities have wet themselves in! If not they can give it a wash and send it to the designer discount store and still make a nice profit. It’s not as if you didn’t buy anything, how much did you spend?”

Calista was not sure but new that it was already several thousand pounds.

Their shopping over Tamara and Calista returned to the bar to top up. As soon as they sat down both women stretched out their legs towards one another and only the tell-tale trickles of pee off of their heels indicated that they were wetting themselves again, Calista remembering to point her toes, not quite yet used to having pee in her shoes.

After a couple of drinks the two women left the bar, Tamara getting off her stool as deftly as before but this time with a bigger audience. Tamara and Calista went off to their respective hotels to freshen up having arranged to meet later on.

Back at her hotel Calista took her key from reception and made her way up to her room. After getting out of the lift she paused to let some pee run down her legs, remaining for a few seconds to let the puddle soak into the carpet before entering her room.

All of her new purchases had been delivered, neatly hanging on a rail ready for her to choose an outfit for the evening. Calista caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror and walked up to it. Calista inspected herself thoroughly, twisting round to check the back of her skirt. Nothing showed but she was still not convinced. Sitting in a nearby chair she was able to squeeze out the last contents of her bladder through her skirt, feeling the warmth as her pee forced its way past her clitoris. Calista stood up and saw the dark damp patch on the chair. Again she inspected herself in the mirror, again nothing showed. Calista was now convinced.

Calista stripped off, hung her Channel suit up to dry and went to the bathroom. Before getting in the shower she crouched down and inhaled deeply through her nose. She could definitely smell a faint trace of pee on her legs but there was no overpowering stench of urine like the one that had surrounded her grandmother in her later years. Her mother must have been right that it was just because she refused to wash. Calista showered and after drying gave her legs an extra dose of body spray.

Now to choose an outfit. Calista scanned the rail and picked out the little white backless mini dress. Just that, the high white shoes she had bought at the same time and some jewellery would be fine. There was no way that Tamara would be wearing anything like that because it would be too similar to what she had worn earlier. “Thank goodness for breast implants.” Calista thought to herself as she realised the impossibility of wearing a bra with such a dress, or holding it up without adequate breasts.

Calista dressed, selecting a diamond necklace and matching earrings from her jewellery case to finish her ensemble before standing again in front of the mirror. Although she had tested both the dress and shoes in the shop and Tamara had passed them with flying colours she still wanted to make sure again that all would be OK.

Calista checked her appearance again before gently sitting down in another chair. Calista felt the soft fabric of the chairs upholstery on her fanny as she sat, so she knew that her skirt was safely away from her source of pee. Calista took a deep breath and let out a small spurt of pee. Calista remained seated for a few seconds as she felt her pee soak into the seat and the warmth subside before gently standing up again.

Calista felt her still dry skirt against the backs of her thighs as she observed the wet mark on the seat and returned to the mirror. Again Calista thoroughly inspected herself, twisting round to inspect the back of her skirt. Still nothing showed. Standing upright facing the mirror with her feet tight together she again peed. Standing motionless as her warm pee trickled down her legs until her bladder was empty she watched the colourless streams that appeared below her knees in the mirror as they flowed to her feet. As in the shop earlier Calista felt her pee flow into her shoes. This time Calista had no audience and was not apprehensive as she began to enjoy the sensation as her pee filled her shoes. Alas she was empty again and stood for a few seconds before looking down at the neat circular damp patch on the carpet that surrounded her feet.

“Now to get used to wet shoes.” Calista thought to herself. Calista began to walk around her suite, trying to ignore the wetness in her shoes.

Calista made her way down to reception, handed in her room key and sat up at the bar. She ordered a cola and rapidly drunk it down. It was time to lay off the alcohol now; she had drunk enough for a week with Tamara already and would be drinking more later on.

Calista ordered another cola and had drunk half of it when she was asked. “May I join you?” By a young man.

“Of course.” Calista answered. “But I won’t be here long, I’m meeting my friend shortly.”

“That’s OK, what’ll you have?” Asked the young man.

“An orange juice please, I’m going off coke.” Said Calista, as she sunk the last of her cola.

Calista made light conversation with the young man and put one foot on the stool rail, unwittingly giving him a grandstand view up her short skirt to her fanny. The young man’s conversation tailed off and Calista lost interest, such that she never even got his name. Fortunately she was rescued by Tamara as she reached the end of her orange juice.

“Must fly.” Said Calista as she slipped off the stool and gave Tamara a big hug.

In a low voice Tamara said. “I see your seat is dry?” Wondering why Calista had not wet herself while she sat at the bar.

“So what?” Said Calista. “I didn’t think it was compulsory.”

The two women ended their embrace. Calista remained standing still for a few seconds before saying to Tamara in a low voice “Just because the seat is dry does not mean that the carpet is.”

Tamara looked down at Calista’s feet and saw the tell-tale trickles of pee running down her legs as Calista stood wetting herself. Tamara now joined Calista and did the same, letting her own pee run down her tightly closed legs as she smiled at Calista. For both women this was just a token gesture, the barely perceptible damp patches on the carpet a testament to their bladders not being fully emptied.

The two women walked off to explore a bit more of the Riviera without looking back at what they had left behind on the carpet.

- o - o - o –

Chapter 1 – New year’s day

 

January 1^st 2001 03:30 GMT and now there could be no doubt that this was the 3^rd millennium.

As Tanya stood on her doorstep in her long black skirt and white jumper locking the door she had to decide. Could she go through with her New Year resolution?

In some ways it seemed now a bit silly but no, it had been thought out thoroughly and as she looked back at the event that had started the process off she carefully prepared herself....

It was in August when she had emerged from the ladies loo on the other side of her building from her office to be accosted by two violent men who tried to snatch her handbag.

She had become a second dan karate black-belt during her time as a journalist in the Far East and was able to put her skills to work to fight them off. The two men were big and quite fit so she had been unable to arrest them but they had run off very quickly.

While she had been unhurt this had upset Tanya as there had been previous incidents when other high profile presenters had met with violent intruders inside the corporations west London buildings and there had been grand announcements that everything had been done to secure the site.

Tanya took this up with the Director General himself to get something done but the DG had said that everything that could be done was in hand and that this was an isolated incident and he was sure that nothing like this would happen again.

In the heat of the moment Tanya had told the DG that she would not be using the corporations toilet facilities until she could see that everything had been done and she suggested that moving the community programme unit to a Portakabin in the carpark would be a good start since most of their programmes involved interviewing criminals like those who attacked her.

From this point on Tanya had been good to her word not once entering any of the corporation’s toilets. She had a slight advantage over the other women in the news room being the key breakfast show presenter and therefore having her own dressing room where she could attend to touching up her makeup with her own dresser to hand, but still she had to hold it from half past two in the morning till about lunch time when she was returned home by limousine.

There had only been a few close calls during this time although she had often been very full. She had to sip her drink to keep her voice lubricated while on air and the first was after a particularly difficult show when the post mortem meeting had gone on a bit and she had felt her bladder about to burst.

Tanya had been quite active in the meeting and had found herself standing up and now leaning on the back of a chair trying to make the point that it was the directors responsibility to wind up an interview with a boring politician and that she wasn’t going to do it just so that the director didn’t look bad in front of his government chums.

At last the inevitable happened and Tanya had felt the moist sensation in her knickers and now she clenched her legs tightly together but still her crotch became increasingly moist and a slow trickle began to run down her left leg.

What could she do – The trickling down her leg was distracting her quite significantly, but in another way it felt nice and warm – there was nothing to do but to accept it and carry on. She could not leave the meeting because they would think that she was being a prima donna and using her position rather than logical argument to win her point, and even if she left the room where could she go, she could not break her promise.

At least she was wearing a skirt and when the trickling had stopped she deftly brushed her right ankle over her left leg to disperse the remaining drops and stood behind the next chair in order to disassociate herself from the barely noticeable damp patch on the carpet.

After the meeting she returned to her dressing room to remove her now very damp knickers but before removing them she allowed herself a last spurt as she stood in front of the mirror. Her knickers were not going to get any wetter and apart from the concentrated expression on her face nothing could be seen.

Tanya then put her wet knickers in to a plastic bag before going home knickerless.

This day had two new experiences for her as she had not wet herself before (at least as an adult) and had not gone outside in public without knickers on (although she never wore them in front of the camera to avoid VPL).

The second time was after a similar meeting but this time she was in the limousine on the way home when as before the wetness just sneaked up on her. The car was in slow moving traffic so nothing could be done to minimise the damage, she just had to sit there in the back and let it happen.

Tanya was not worried about discovery as her driver, Simmonds, who had been with the corporation for forty one years was very reliable and trustworthy having never divulged anything her friends had mentioned while being transported home with her after particularly boozy lunches.

After all it was her limousine and it had just been valeted so the seat would dry in the 20 hours before it had to be done again.

All she could do was carefully rearrange her skirt and now that this time it was not a shock that she had wet herself she began to enjoy the feeling of wetness as her pee started to force its way into her knickers before soaking into the seat beneath her as she sat back and looked out through the tinted windows at the occupants of the other cars.

Did they feel the relief that she was feeling as Tanya forced the last spurt from her bladder when the pressure had subsided?

When she got home Tanya released a final spurt into the limousine seat.

Tanya just let her skirt fall down to cover her wet knickers as she got out of the car and walked to her front door. This time she realised how lucky she had been again that she was wearing a skirt and went straight to her wardrobe to remove all of her trousers, she had been trying to work out what to get rid of to make way for her new outfits and now it was obvious that all of her trousers could go to the charity shop.

The third time had been a little bit different. It was an outside broadcast from Westminster green in late November after the prime minister had resigned when it had been revealed that he had taken a bung to bomb Yugoslavia.

Tanya had not been so full that she had started to leak out but she knew that before long the cold weather would cause the inevitable to happen and she did not want it to happen while she was on air.

As it was quite cold out she was wearing a long skirt and this would enable her to be discreet. As she finished her interview with the home secretary she had only a few minutes before the next link so she remained standing in front of the camera and just relaxed.

The wetness came straight away and with no knickers to obstruct the flow she felt it run down her thighs and soak into her stockings.

Tanya had become so engrossed in what she was doing that she did not notice the sound man pick up the gun microphone and was completely oblivious until she heard the director bark. “Get that microphone away from the waterfall.”

The sound engineer scratched his head and just put it down to a boat on the Thames having a large wake as Tanya’s flow subsided and she proceeded with the link to the weather with a smile on her face.

... Tanya continued her preparations now facing the front door at 45 degrees, legs slightly apart, turning the key back and forth.

Then it started.

Her first pee of the day came quickly.

Tanya had been out partying the night before and had an extra cup of tea this morning to make sure.

It was easy.

The stream falling neatly between her legs then being absorbed into the doormat before running out and over the edge of the two steps which led down from the front door.

It felt good – really good – too good to stop but Tanya froze her position and stopped moving the key. She now started looking around – who was watching – this was so public.

It was still dark and as the flow subsided Tanya removed the key and put it away as she hurried down the steps, feeling a last unexpected trickle run down her legs, soaking into the tops of her stockings.

As she rounded the corner to her waiting limousine Simmonds was standing ready to open the door for her.

“Morning ma’am.” Simmonds greeted her.

“Good morning Simmonds.” Tanya replied as she got in.

Now that she had started Tanya was on track for 100% peeing without a toilet.

Tanya thought that she had better brief Simmonds on the new situation because from now on she would be peeing in the limousine almost every day. There was no point in beating about the bush.

“Simmonds.” She said. “I don’t know if you are aware but I have had a small problem with incontinence ever since I was attacked. It appears to be getting worse especially when riding on bumpy roads; I thought it only fair to tell you.”

“I am sure that it won’t be a problem ma’am.” Replied Simmonds. “Mrs. Simmonds has suffered with it for years, she just makes sure that she drinks plenty – that way any mishaps are very dilute and once it dries there is nothing to notice. Perhaps you should have a little chat with Mrs. Simmonds – here I’ll jot our phone number down for you.”

Simmonds busily scribbled the phone number down an a small square of paper while he was still driving and handed it over his shoulder to Tanya, his lack of concentration causing several bumps in the road to be negotiated without Simmonds normal care.

These distractions could come in handy later Tanya thought as the journey continued in silence to the corporation.   

At the corporation Tanya went straight up to her dressing room where Natalie her dresser was already hard at work preparing the day’s outfit.

As Tanya walked in, Natalie was bent over the shoe rack, her miniskirt riding high up over her well rounded bottom displaying her naked fanny to anyone who should walk in. It had been Natalie who had shown Tanya the benefits of going knickerless to prevent VPL rather than wearing tights like some of the other presenters and now it was Tanya’s turn to show Natalie her new permanent knickerless status.

“Tra – ra!” exclaimed Tanya as she lifted the front of her skirt to show Natalie her bare fanny.

Natalie stood up and turned round. When she saw Tanya she clapped.

“I know what your New Year resolution was.” Said Natalie.

Tanya did not want to expand on the fact that her New Year resolution was more than just going knickerless.

“What was yours?” Asked Tanya.

“I am going to make a point of flashing someone in a public place every day.” Replied Natalie. “Whether it’s a girl that would look good without knickers or a guy just to give him a treat I don’t care, it’s free and it makes people smile – why don’t you join me.”

Tanya reflected on this. If she had been ten years younger or had a much lower profile she might have considered joining Natalie now that she was feeling so hot and in the mood for a bit of fun.

“I can’t Natalie.” Replied Tanya. “I’m too well known – everyone will recognise me straight away – I’m pretty unpopular with the DG as it is.”

“Don’t worry I can fix all that, I’ve got some really tarty stuff you can wear and I’ll fix your hair so not even your mum will recognise you. Let’s strike while the iron’s hot. We’ll take your limo straight after the show to my place and take it from there.”

The show went smoothly even though it was new year’s day and Natalie waited behind for Tanya to finish the after show meeting.

Tanya had taken on board Simmonds advice to drink plenty and was already busting when she met up with Natalie in reception.

The women got in the limousine, Natalie getting into the mood of her resolution curtseyed for Simmonds in such a way that he couldn’t fail to get an eyeful before sliding seductively into the back seat while Tanya swivelled in with the grace of royalty carefully scrunching her skirt up behind her so that her bare bottom was on the seat.

As soon as the limousine hit the first speed hump Tanya started to pee, two small silent spurts at first followed by an unintentional continuous 90 second hiss prompted by the second speed hump.

Tanya made no attempt to stem the flow knowing that there would be nowhere to pee once she had left the limousine. She had hoped that she could have been a bit quieter and more discrete because she knew that Natalie sensed something, the way that she looked at Tanya’s skirt scuffed up behind and looked for the source of the hissing noise.

The game was up when they got to Natalie’s and Simmonds opened the door for Tanya to get out. Natalie instead of waiting for her door to be opened slid across the seat to exit behind Tanya. The dampness of the seat on Natalie’s bottom immediately told her what had gone on beneath Tanya. Simmonds drove off home leaving the two women outside Natalie’s flat.

“You witch Tanya! You’re a bit of a dark horse, there’s me thinking that I am the wildest person around and you deliberately pee in the limo! Just like that, not an accident or you would have wet your skirt but deliberately! Let’s get inside we need to talk – wow! Now I know why your stockings were all wet this morning.”

Tanya silently followed Natalie up the stairs and into her flat not knowing whether to apologise or not for giving Natalie a wet bum.

“Wow I don’t believe you, do you always do that?” Asked Natalie.

“Starting today, yes.” Replied Tanya in an apologetic voice. “That was the rest of my resolution. You remember that argument I had with the DG after the incident with the muggers?”

“Yes.”

“Well I told the DG that I wouldn’t use the corporation’s toilets until he did something and I haven’t since. This has led to me wetting myself on several occasions because I couldn’t hold it and it felt so good that I decided on my New Year’s resolution to give up peeing in toilets altogether. I thought I could be discreet but I’ve been sussed already now that you’ve found out.”

“You know that you can rely on my discretion.” Said Natalie comfortingly. “But you’re going to have to be careful or you’ll find yourself in the tabloids if someone recognises you knickerless let alone wetting yourself, ‘though no publicity these days is bad publicity.”

“...If you want a career move.” Added Tanya, finishing Natalie’s sentence.

“Have a look at the stuff on the end of the rail there Tanya while I put the kettle on.” Said Natalie, pointing to a clothing rail as she went into the kitchen.

Natalie had picked up a lot of second hand stuff from the wardrobe department and had stored it on three long rails in her living room.

“It’s amazing how much demand there is for ‘as worn by so and so in...’ clothing nowadays, you’d be amazed at how much I get for your old stuff.” Natalie called from the kitchen.

Tanya, slightly shocked by this revelation worked her way along the rail examining the tight tops and micro-mini’s trying to work out who could have worn them on air. Tanya picked out a flared mini dress in snow camouflage as Natalie came in with the coffees, and enquired. “Who wore this then?”

“That was worn by one of the ‘Girly Show’ presenters, I can’t remember which one but probably Dani Behr. They all turned up for interview wearing jeans so I had to pop out and get them some stuff, quite a good selection, it will suit you nicely with a blond bob, black choker and black boots.

Let’s go.” Said Natalie decisively as she put down the coffees and started unzipping Tanya’s skirt.

In no time at all Tanya had been dressed in the mini dress and was sat in front of a large dressing mirror. Natalie was busy fiddling around with the blond bob wig on Tanya’s head.

“There, you wouldn’t even recognise yourself if you didn’t know.” Assured Natalie.

Natalie quizzed Tanya about her wetting experiences and continued with the ensemble, diamante black choker, black thigh-high boots, a trowel full of makeup and bright blue contact lenses to create a stunning effect as Tanya explained what she had been doing.

Two more cups of coffee later Natalie declared. “Let’s go.” As she put the comb down and grabbed Tanya’s hand before she had a chance to protest. “It’s time for lunch at the mall.”

Natalie led Tanya outside into the busy street.

“Right, Tanya, you’re a sex bomb now so it’s time to act like one.” Natalie instructed as she walked confidently ahead. “Keep up!” She called to Tanya who was fighting a losing battle to stay upright.

“I can barely walk in these boots let alone run.” A rather agitated Tanya called back as she crumpled into a heap on the footpath, her naked fanny clearly exposed for all the passers-by to see.

A young man who had been walking behind stopped to help her up. As he crouched down beside Tanya he was frozen to the spot and speechless. Not only was he with a stunningly gorgeous beautifully dressed woman but she had no underwear on and her bare fanny was exposed to the world.

Tanya was now fully aware that blondes really do have more fun because the stunned silence and blank look on this man’s face was not typical from her experience. Tanya was fully aware of where the young man’s gaze was directed.

“Are you just going to gawp at my cunt or help me up?” Tanya asked the young man using completely untypical language.

“Here take my arm.” He replied as he helped Tanya back to her feet. “Are you OK?” He enquired once Tanya’s abundant bush had been safely covered up by her skirt and his brain was functioning normally again.

“I’m fine I think, apart from a graze on my bottom.” Said Tanya as she twisted round and lifted the back of her skirt exposing her bottom again.

This was too much for the young man who came instantly in his pants. The throbbing bulge clearly visible to any onlookers as he half bent forwards and staggered back the way he had come from.

In the meantime Natalie could see a scene unfolding where she was going to be outclassed by Tanya. It was all well and good helping someone but not if they are going to spoil all your fun. Natalie moved quickly into action to reclaim something for herself out of the situation.

While all the attention was focused on Tanya she put her feet together and pushed letting a spurt of pee flow gently down her legs. Natalie savoured the sensation as the rivulets ran down her inner thighs, behind her knees and calves and soaked into her shoes.

The feeling was just as Tanya had described it, erotic, naughty, not like the accidental wettings of her childhood when the concentration was elsewhere but a full sensual experience.

Natalie followed this up by another and by the time she had set the third spurt on its way Tanya was upright again and hobbling towards her.

“I’ve grazed my bum now.” Whined Tanya lifting her skirt for a second time.

“Well at least your wig didn’t fall off.” Retorted Natalie ignoring Tanya’s bare bottom and trying to put some positive spin on the situation.

“Look I was so worried about you I wet myself.” Natalie informed Tanya as she looked down at the small but expanding puddle around her feet.

“Feels good when you do it on purpose, doesn’t it?” Said Tanya knowingly as she savoured the Westminster green incident, completely forgetting that she had just fallen over.

“Who was your friend who came in his pants then?” Asked Natalie walking slowly away from her puddle feeling the last few drops run down her legs as she walked.

“You noticed then, he seemed to go all funny. You don’t think he recognised me, do you?” Said Tanya in a worried voice.

“No way, not using that kind of language. You haven’t said that on air – have you?”

“Not yet, I reserve that language for the director in case he gets his cronies in again.”

The two women continued walking to the upmarket mall where in the food court they got a tray of Vietnamese and a large cola each. At the checkout Natalie ‘accidentally’ dropped her open purse and both women bent down to pick up the contents giving an excellent view of their bare bottoms to the queue behind.

They sat down and Tanya commented on the new sensation of having the soft gingham upholstery on her bare bottom in a public place. They ate their meal and soon Tanya felt the pressure of the three mugs of coffee and mentioned that she needed to pee.

“Best not wait till we’re in that shoe shop over there, that Scandinavian looking bloke is going to keep me in there for about an hour I’d say.” Said Natalie with her mind now on pulling.

Tanya took this as a cue and relaxed her bladder. At first nothing came then she felt the gentle warmth building up as the pee pooled between her legs and she smiled at Natalie in a trance like state.

Natalie now was experiencing much the same as her own pee soaked directly into the cushion. She contrasted this sensation with her experience earlier out on the street and pushed her feet forward so that she could again feel the pee run down the backs of her legs.

Tanya’s trance was broken abruptly as she heard the sound of her pee running off of the back of her seat onto the wooden floor beneath. Tanya was now unable to stop peeing and could do nothing to stop the saturated cushion from overflowing as she shifted her weight about on the seat.

Natalie reacted differently to the noise. She did not have the same problem as all of her pee was now travelling down her legs to the floor. By forcing out all of her pee as fast as possible Natalie helped to speed their exit paying no attention to the hissing noise that she was now making.

As Natalie finished she grabbed Tanya’s hand and dragged her up off the seat still peeing uncontrollably.

Once upright with her legs together Tanya’s pee was again controlled with the last few drops running down into her boots before the two women walked over to the shoe shop.

Once clear of the food court Natalie burst into a fit of giggles. As Natalie examined the shoe counter with the highest heels she thought how hilarious it was that Tanya had introduced her to deliberate wetting but still could not control herself.

Tanya now saw it as funny too getting into her new ‘bombshell’ persona where she was no longer herself but someone else with no image to look after.

“Could I try these in a five?” Asked Natalie of the blonde assistant with ‘Leif’ inscribed on his name badge hovering behind her.

“Can I see the number on the bottom, OK I’ll get them for you.” Said Leif scurrying off to the back of the shop.

The two women sat down on the low stools in the centre of the shop facing the window.

“You’re not a five, are you?” Tanya enquired of Natalie as she looked down at her feet.

“No” Replied Natalie with a grin. “I’m a four so he will have to go back and change them.”

While they waited the two women sat with their legs comfortably apart looking through the window.

“It’s amazing.” Said Natalie. “That we can sit here like this with what’s under our skirts in full public view and nobody notices.”

“I’m sure that Leif will.” Said Tanya.

Leif returned with the shoes and knelt in front of Natalie as he unboxed them. Natalie had made no attempt to either remove her own shoes or move her knees together and now Leif asked. “Which would you like to try, left or right miss.”

As he looked up his gaze became fixed between Natalie’s legs.

“I’ll try the left please.” Said Natalie as she closed her knees together in order to regain Leif’s attention.

Leif proceeded to remove Natalie’s Left shoe, holding it at the heel as he undid the buckle.

Tanya noticed as Leif first wiped his hand on the carpet and then put it in front of his face as the bulge in his trousers began to grow. Tanya knew that Natalie had pulled and now she could use the opportunity to empty the rest of her bladder finishing off what Natalie had interrupted earlier. Leif now knew that Natalie had wet herself and was clearly turned on by it so he would not object if she were to leave a damp patch on her stool.

While Leif tried the shoe on Natalie’s left foot Tanya turned to face Leif. Moving her legs as far apart as possible and sitting right back on the stool she let rip making an unexpectedly loud hissing sound for ten seconds. ‘Wow, how blatant can I be’ thought Tanya to herself as she felt the puddle of pee soak into the stool beneath her.

“I think they’re a bit big.” Natalie announced to Leif, fully aware of what Tanya had just done and pretty sure that Leif was as well.

“Here, have this for your trouble. I’m free tonight, ring me at six.” Natalie hurriedly gave Leif one of her business cards, quickly refitted her left shoe and dragged Tanya out of the shop.

“That was a bit uncool Natalie.” Tanya said referring to the haste with which they left.

“I was pulling, you can’t interrupt or I forget my script, seduction has to be done right, anyway I’m not used to competition.” Explained Natalie in a rather agitated voice. “I bet he doesn’t call me now that he’s got to clear up all that pee.”

“He likes pee.” Tanya reminded Natalie. “Did you not see the way he reacted to the pee on you shoe, he went really hard.”

“We’ll see.” Said Natalie doubtingly.

The two women continued their tour of the mall, buying a can of drink each whenever they got to a newsagent which they drunk straight down and stopping to discretely empty their bladders whenever they appeared to be unobserved in a secluded corner of a shop. Now both Tanya and Natalie kept their legs together every time they peed, Tanya trying hard to minimise the amount going into her boots and Natalie savouring every drop as it ran down her legs.

Now that Tanya was peeing more frequently there was less pressure in her bladder and she became much more able to control the noise as she peed, in one case even being able to pee while another customer unexpectedly walked right past her without arousing any suspicion of what she was doing.

Before they left the mall Natalie insisted that they go past Leif’s shoe shop. As they stood outside looking through the window Tanya discretely peed down her legs leaving a small puddle on the ground while Natalie casually lifted the front of her skirt with one hand and blew a kiss with the other as soon as Leif was looking to ensure that he did not forget her.

At the mall exit Natalie bought two more cans of drink, passing one to Tanya to drink as they walked back to Natalie’s.

When they arrived at Natalie’s Natalie went to the kitchen while Tanya sat straight down on one end of the settee and automatically began to pee. Throughout the afternoon Tanya had just peed pretty much whenever she had felt like it, especially towards the end. Now she was in Natalie’s and without thinking she had just peed on Natalie’s settee.

Tanya looked down and saw that as well as the beige cushion that she was sitting on being clearly very wet, the centre cushion of the settee was also quite stained but with cummy white marks which must have been made by Natalie. Perhaps she thought if she pointed these out Natalie wouldn’t mind.

“Natalie!” Tanya called.

Natalie came back from the Kitchen. “Kettle’s on.” She said. “What is it?”

“I hope you don’t mind, but as well as these cummy stains.” Tanya pointed to the cummy stains on the centre cushion. “I have inadvertently peed on this one.”

“Do you have no control at all Tanya!” Natalie exclaimed rather feeling that Tanya was overstepping the mark.

Natalie reflected and turned over the cushion at the other end of the settee. “It’s a good job you’re not the first.” She said showing clear evidence of a previous peeing incident. “It’s what happens when you have parties and people get pissed normally.” Said Natalie as she replaced the cushion.

Natalie returned to the kitchen, made the coffees and returned to the settee sitting next to Tanya. As she drank her coffee Natalie was reminded of the lunchtime quickie that had resulted in the cum stains not only on the settee but probably everywhere else she sat that afternoon.

Natalie thought, the cushions were already stained, a little bit of dilute pee was not going to make any difference now, and the cushions could take it.

“Ahhhhh.” Said Natalie as she started to wet herself slowly. “It’s nice to wet yourself while you’re out and about but so much more relaxing at home.”

Tanya now felt relieved that she had not upset Natalie, instead pleased with herself for introducing her to a new way of life as she drunk her coffee and squeezed every last drop of pee into the settee.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 2 – The club

 

At six on the dot Natalie’s phone rang. The caller id showed the caller as unidentified but Natalie recognised the number as a local one.

She answered the phone. “Sluts unlimited, Natalie speaking, whoops wrong phone ... hello Leif...”

Tanya now began to carefully take in Natalie’s pulling technique. No longer would she wait for someone to ask her out, she hadn’t had a serious date in over a year and she had to admit that being a television celebrity carried a lot of baggage.

“...The rock house ... sounds great ... pick me up at eight, and a friend ... fine see you at eight. You know the address? Bye.”

Natalie put the phone down. “He’s bringing a friend Tanya. Time to get ready, it’s a rock club so time for the rock chic gear.”

Natalie went to one of the rails and immediately picked out a lace trimmed black leather mini skirt and matching bra top for Tanya.

“Put these on, you’ll look the business.” Said Natalie as she handed Tanya the garments.

Natalie went to her own wardrobe and pulled out a black lace completely see through dress trimmed with leather and a heavy studded belt, pausing before getting her mega eight inch platform boots out to consider whether they would stand being peed in. After some consideration she realised that from now on she would probably wet herself whenever she wore them anyway so it would have to be alright.

The two women changed in no time and Natalie got Tanya in front of the mirror to enhance her makeup for the evening before sitting down in front of the mirror to tackle her own.

Tanya became aware of how thorough Natalie was when to finish Natalie applied mascara between her legs to her dark brown bush to make it darker and contrast better against her white thighs.

“You learn a lot being a professional makeup artist.” Said Natalie justifying what she knew Tanya would think an extreme measure.

Tanya and Natalie had managed two coffees each by the time Leif and Mike had arrived and they were beginning to fill up again.

With the brief introductions over they all left for the Rock House in the taxi that Leif had hired.

Natalie was completely forthcoming about her work at the corporation but Tanya just said that she did ‘modelling’. This wasn’t a complete lie because she had recently appeared in a mail order catalogue. Tanya soon found out that Mike worked in a bank, and they all knew what Leif did.

By the time they had got to the rock club both women were beginning to feel the strain in their bladders. Tanya was walking very gingerly still having not mastered the high boots, trying not to pee accidentally while Mike gallantly held her arm. Leif speeded the party straight to the front of the queue with the VIP tickets that he had bought in advance and once inside Tanya and Natalie felt able to relax.

Just before the entrance to the ladies loo Natalie said. “Just a minute, I want to take in the atmosphere.”

Natalie stood with her back to the wall. With her feet tight together and her thigh muscles tightened she let a gentle trickle of pee run down the tops of her thighs, keeping it all out of her boots.

For Natalie this was a little disappointing because she could not feel the pee running all the way down her legs. Natalie relaxed her thigh muscles a little and immediately she had the sensation she had missed as the pee started to trickle down her legs inside her boots.

Natalie now felt quite turned on and held out her hand towards Leif who took it gently in his hand as she drew him towards her. Natalie closed her eyes and puckered her lips and they kissed as Natalie continued to let a very gentle stream of pee flow down her legs.

When the long kiss was over Natalie shut off the flow from her bladder and tried to move on, this was a little uncomfortable as Natalie had got an awful lot of pee in her boots.

“I think I will have to pop in here a minute.” Natalie said as she dived into the ladies.

Tanya knew what Natalie was doing but the guys were not aware at all. Tanya let go of Mike and followed Natalie into the ladies.

“I didn’t think you would be coming in here.” Said Tanya, her bladder now straining even more now that she was close to a toilet.

“I’ve filled my boots, I think I’d better empty them out.” Said Natalie as she sat down in a cubicle leaving the door open so that she could straighten her legs and remove her boots.

As Natalie removed each boot a large amount of pee ran out onto the floor and Tanya shook each one to dry it off a bit before Natalie put it back on.

“That’s better.” Said Natalie as she stood up.

“Hurry up, I’m dying for a pee.” Said Tanya not wanting to break her resolution by peeing in the ladies on the first day, even if it was only on the floor.

Outside the ladies Leif and Mike were still waiting opposite the door. As Tanya took Mike’s arm again and they began to walk on she could hold her pee no longer and she felt it start to trickle out. Within seconds it turned into a flood.

As Tanya tried to control it she again fell into a heap on the floor as she peed uncontrollably lying on her back with her knees apart shooting a jet of pee up into the air which landed on Leif’s feet. After a few more seconds Tanya moved her knees together and sat up still peeing hard into the back of her leather skirt soaking the lace trim.

Mike while still holding Tanya’s hand reached down to pull the front of Tanya’s skirt down to recover her modesty. Natalie quickly checked the two guys’ crotches and noticed the stirrings within. In order to keep Leif’s attention in her direction Natalie put one hand on Leif’s bulge and with the other pulled Leif’s hand up her thigh resting it on her abundant bush.

“Does it turn you on that she pees?” Natalie asked Leif.

“I suppose it does.” Replied Leif. “Does she always make a point of peeing on someone’s feet? I noticed that your shoes were wet in the shop today.”

“That wasn’t Tanya’s pee on my shoes.” Said Natalie squeezing Leif’s hand and pushing it further down between her legs as she released a spurt of pee.

Natalie took Leif’s hand away from her crotch and placed it on her bottom. Natalie leant forward towards Tanya letting her dress ride up at the back allowing Leif’s wet hand to rest on her bare behind.

“Are you done now Tanya?” Natalie asked as Tanya remained sitting on the floor.

Mike could not work out how Tanya could have wet herself to such a great extent immediately after leaving the ladies but he felt only concern for Tanya’s predicament.

“Could you help me up please Mike?” Tanya asked now that she had regained control.

Mike helped Tanya to her feet.

“Do you want to go somewhere to clean up?” Mike asked.

“I’ll be alright, it’s only pee, it will soon dry.” Came Tanya’s unexpected response, completely surprising Mike.

The party moved on into the main room and they sat round a table as the band began to warm up.

“I’ll get some drinks.” Said Mike. “What do you want?”

“A large orange juice please.” Said Tanya.

“Same as Tanya with vodka in it please.” Said Natalie.

Leif did not bother answering as Mike knew that he would have a lager.

Mike went to the bar to get the drinks.

With Mike gone Tanya felt able to be a little more open with the others and announced. “I had better make some room for the orange.”

Tanya sat back and released her bladder, smiling at Natalie letting what remained after her earlier accident cascade over her vinyl clad chair onto the floor.

“She’s wetting again.” Natalie said to Leif who could now hear the pee running onto the floor.

“Don’t you want to go too?” Leif asked Natalie.

“I suppose I do really.” Said Natalie as she took Leif’s hand and sat on it as she gently peed, emptying her bladder completely.

When Mike returned with the drinks he was alerted by the trickle running off the back of Natalie’s chair but said nothing as he put the drinks on the table.

Tanya saw Mike looking at Natalie’s chair and as he sat down she put her hand in his lap.

“Thanks Mike.” Said Tanya, picking up her drink.

“Cheers.” Chorused Natalie and Leif not bothering to pick up their drinks as they now caressed one another.

“What came over them?” Mike asked Tanya.

“Natalie wet herself and I think Leif found it quite a turn on.” Replied Tanya “Natalie certainly did, I think I’d better drink up.” Said Tanya as she gulped down the orange.

Throughout the evening Leif and Mike keep the drinks flowing, bringing back six drinks, two each for Tanya and Natalie, every time. Whether she is sitting at the table or dancing Natalie releases a spurt whenever Leif kisses her for the duration of the kiss while Tanya just wets herself each time Mike asks her “Do you need to go yet?” making sure that Mike can see what she is doing.

Tanya watches as Natalie drags Leif into a dark corner and sits on the edge of a table spreading her legs wide and resting her feet on the backs of two chairs. Tanya knows what Natalie has in mind and turns her chair to face Mike. Tanya perches on the edge of the chair, reclines and brings her knees up exposing her most intimate area to Mike.

“Fuck me Mike, Fuck me hard, NOW!” She demands as Mike turns to face her.

Mike fumbles with his fly releasing his engorged penis and kneels in the wet puddle before Tanya.

“Do you need to go yet?” Mike asks with a wide smile before entering Tanya as her flow begins soaking the front of Mikes trousers.

Mike reaches orgasm almost straight away but continues to thrust his still rock hard penis into Tanya.

Leif has now finished with Natalie and he sits with Natalie lying in his lap. Natalie kisses Leif and enjoys the feeling of relaxation as she wets herself soaking Leif who is almost asleep.

Mike continues inside Tanya until she also reaches orgasm, her cries being heard by Natalie across the room.

“I think they’ve finished.” Natalie informs Leif.

Leif picks up Natalie and carries her over to their table.

“I think it’s time to go.” Says Leif, aware of the tired state of all of them.

Leif goes to call a taxi and mike gets the girls another round of drinks after they demand ‘one for the road’.

Leif returns “Taxi will be ten minutes” he says.

As they wait for the taxi Tanya and Natalie finish their drinks as they all listen in silence to the music.

After a few minutes they leave the club and wait outside on the pavement.

“This cold weather makes me want to pee.” Announces Natalie as she lets a spurt of pee run down her legs inside her boots. “Ahh, that feels a bit warmer.” She says.

Tanya tries to release a small spurt but as usual lets out a flood that splatters loudly on the pavement before regaining control, drawing the attention of others waiting nearby.

The taxi arrives and they get in. Awakened by the cold weather Leif begins kissing Natalie. Natalie automatically releases her bladder forgetting that she is in the taxi.

Hearing Natalie pee Mike cheekily asks Tanya. “Do you need to go yet?”

Tanya replies. “We’re in the Taxi silly, I can’t go here.”

Natalie breaks of from Kissing Leif and whispers to Tanya. “Don’t worry, I forgot, I just peed, you might as well go ahead, a little bit more won’t hurt.”

Tanya cuddles up to Mike, releasing a spurt onto the seat as they kiss.

When they reach Natalie’s Natalie invites them all up for a coffee. Leif pays the Taxi and they all wait outside until the Taxi is out of sight before going in.

Natalie puts the kettle on while the others sit down and chat. Tanya sits on the end of the settee while Mike sits on the floor leaning against the arm of the settee and Leif sits on the floor opposite Tanya, getting a nice view up her skirt. Natalie comes in with the coffees and in the bright light Tanya notices that Natalie’s mascara has run and points it out.

Natalie puts down the coffees and looks at her face in the mirror. “Where?” She asks.

“Not on your face silly.” Replies Tanya.

Natalie turns round and lifts her skirt to see the dark streaks running down her inner thighs. Natalie and Tanya start to laugh.

“I’d better wash it off then!” Natalie exclaims as she forces out a spurt and looks to see if the pee is having the desired result of washing off the mascara.

Tanya released a noisy spurt of pee into the settee. “No, that didn’t work either, come and sit down.” Said Tanya.

Natalie sits down on the centre of the settee and finishes off emptying her bladder as Tanya does the same.

Leif watches now having a good view up both the women’s skirts.

With the coffee over Natalie and Leif get into Natalie’s bed while Tanya and Mike make do with the now rather soggy settee.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 3 – Back to work

 

In the morning Tanya is awoken by the sound of Natalie flushing the toilet.

Tanya is unable to move with Mike still laying on top of her ‘What the hell’ Tanya thinks to herself as she releases her first pee of the day into Natalie’s still soggy settee.

Natalie comes out of the bathroom still wearing her dress from the night before.

“I think it’s time we got going.” She tells Tanya.

“What time is it?” Asks Tanya. “I should have let Simmonds know I wasn’t going to be at home.”

“It’s about quarter to three, he probably hasn’t left home yet. Are you going to get up or do you want me to get the phone?” Said Natalie.

“I think Mikes dead, can you help me up I can’t move.” Said Tanya.

With Natalie’s help Tanya wriggled out from under Mike leaving him lying face down on the settee. As she stood up the pee that had collected in her leather skirt dribbled onto the carpet. Tanya now felt a little embarrassed standing with pee dribbling onto the floor but sensing this Natalie let out a spurt of pee into the front of her dress and smiled. Tanya was now beginning to feel a bit more comfortable.

“I stink of piss and so does your settee.” Said Tanya.

“I do as well, I just did a big wee in my bed, I don’t know where it all came from. I was enjoying it, it’s a shame I had to get up to poo. We can shower at the corporation, it will take me a few minutes to get your stuff ready anyway.”

Tanya went to the phone and called Simmonds to let him know to pick them up from Natalie’s.

Natalie took off her dress and sat naked in front of the mirror to remove her face makeup and apply some more.

Tanya finished on the telephone, found her clothes and changed into her long black skirt, white jumper, stockings and shoes. When Natalie had finished she stood up and removed the dark mascara streaks from her inner thighs and called Tanya over. Natalie carefully removed Tanya’s blonde wig and adjusted her hair and makeup.

“That’ll do for Simmonds, I’ll finish you off when we get to the corporation. I need to get dressed now. Put the kettle on Tanya and we can have a cup of tea.”

Natalie went to her wardrobe and put on a tiny white miniskirt that was pleated half way up and a tiny bra top with a pair of white high heeled sandals. Natalie went over to the bed and took Leif’s hand. Leif was as dead to the world as Mike so Natalie took his hand, pushed it into her crotch and gently peed before placing his arm gently back on the bed and resetting the alarm clock.

“I’ve set the alarm for half past seven, that should leave them enough time to get up. They’ll sleep till lunchtime otherwise, I think we’ve sapped both of them big-time.” Said Natalie as she came out of the bedroom.

Tanya had made two cups of tea and now brought them out of the kitchen. Natalie sat back in an armchair to drink hers while Tanya perched on a dining chair.

Their tea drunk, Tanya and Natalie left Leif and Mike asleep and made their way downstairs to where Simmonds was waiting with the limousine.

“Morning ladies.” Said Simmonds as Natalie got in first and slid across, spreading a trail of cum as she went before Tanya got in.

Natalie had felt a sticky sensation between her legs but had not realised quite how much cum was oozing out as she walked down the stairs. Now she had got one back on Tanya for peeing on her settee.

When they arrived at the corporation Simmonds opened the door for Tanya. Tanya got out carefully, but as usual Natalie made a bit of a show for Simmonds, sliding along the seat with her knees wide apart and up in the air letting Simmonds not only see her bush but every part of her cummy fanny.

Tanya thanked Simmonds and they went in.

Natalie opened the dressing room, switched on the light and closed the door behind Tanya. Standing just inside the door with her legs tight together Natalie began to pee, letting her pee trickle gently down her legs and over her shoes before it soaked into the carpet.

“I can see work is going to be much more fun from now on.” Natalie sighed revelling in the warm, wet sensation between her legs. “Are you going to go before or after your shower, you know that during would be cheating, don’t you?” Natalie said to Tanya, not wanting to miss seeing Tanya wet herself.

Tanya just accepted what she needed to do and stood just like Natalie, letting the pee flow as gently as she could manage down her legs, soaking into her stockings, running over her shoes and soaking into the carpet.

Tanya undressed, hanging up her skirt and jumper but leaving her soggy shoes and stockings on the floor and showered while Natalie sorted out Tanya’s outfit and made some tea.

When Tanya finished showering she put on the new outfit, a white jumper under a red suit consisting of a short skirt and tailored jacket, natural stockings and red shoes.

Tanya sat down at the dressing table and drunk her tea while Natalie went to work on her hair and makeup. Natalie now took full advantage of the new freedom that she had discovered, releasing a spurt of pee every few minutes as she worked on Tanya, letting it run down her legs, savouring every drop, feeling her legs sticking together as the cum continued to ooze out.

“Right, I think that’s about it for now, time for you to have some brekkie while I see who’s next door.” Said Natalie as she finished and gathered up her trolley.

Natalie wheeled her trolley to the next dressing room while Tanya joined the news team for breakfast in the newsroom. Natalie did not normally check the duty roster so she was in for a bit of a shock when she tried to go into the next dressing room that had William chalked on the door. As she tried to open the door it opened only a few inches before a face appeared.

“Who are you?” Bluntly asked the man behind the door.

“Natalie.” Natalie replied. “From makeup.”

The man behind the door scrutinised Natalie and her trolley through the gap before opening the door fully to let her in.

Once inside Natalie began to understand the situation. Sitting at the dressing table was the Prime Minister. As well as the man behind the door there were two others, another man and a woman.

“I think we ought to frisk her.” Said the second man as he looked up and down Natalie.

With this the Prime Minister’s eyes lit up and Natalie raised her arms ready to be frisked, looking forward to having hands run all over her body.

“That won’t be necessary. You two wait outside.” Said the woman, aware that the dressing room was a little small and that they had not offered to frisk any of the less attractive dressers on previous occasions.

“Yes Sarge.” Said the two men in unison as they left the room.

“Any requests sir?” Asked Natalie of the Prime Minister as she looked at him in the mirror.

“Just polish m’ bonce.” The Prime Minister replied, self mockingly in his Yorkshire accent.

Natalie could now see that she needed the high capacity brush that was not on her trolley. This gave her an excellent flashing opportunity she thought as she dragged over the step stool, and without using the steps put her foot on the platform, exposing her bare fanny to the mirror as she stepped up to look in the top cupboard.

“There’s only paper towels in there love.” The Sargent said as she saw Natalie climb up onto the stool.

“Wages so bad that you can’t afford underwear?” The woman asked noticing that Natalie was naked under her skirt.

“I just don’t see the point in it, I suppose you wear underwear?” Natalie retorted to the Sargent while looking at the expanding bulge in the Prime Minister’s trousers.

“I don’t, as a matter of fact, it’s no secret, just that no one’s seen my fanny because I keep it covered.” The Sargent replied with an unexpected answer.

“Wait till I tell the wife my detective doesn’t wear knickers, she’s only just got over Helen ‘Hedgehog’ Brinton.”

The Prime Minister was now getting increasingly uncomfortable in the trouser area.

“I’m just going to get a brush.” Said Natalie as she left the room.

Outside Natalie asked the two detectives. “Are you sure that you don’t want to frisk me? It’s OK, I don’t mind.”

“I suppose we’d better do it to be on the safe side.” Said the first detective as he got down to work, running his hands past Natalie’s breasts, brushing them with the palms of his hands, down past her skirt then running his hands up her left leg under her skirt, touching her fanny with his left thumb.

“That tickles.” Said Natalie, feeling the thumb on her fanny.

Natalie released her bladder, letting it empty freely on the detective’s hand.

“Don’t make me laugh or I will wet myself.” Said Natalie as an afterthought as her pee poured as if uncontrolled between her legs.

The detective took his hand away and the two detectives watched as Natalie peed.

“That will do miss, Thank you.” Said the second detective, both men now sporting an erection.

Natalie moved her legs together and turned off the flow, enjoying the rejuvenated dampness between her legs as she went next door to get the brush. When she returned she set to work on the Prime Minister, unhampered but closely observed by the sergeant.

The female sergeant, ever vigilant now noticed the glistening streaks on the insides of Natalie’s legs.

“Natalie, are you alright, your legs look a bit wet?” The sergeant asked as Natalie went to work on the Prime minister.

“I’m dreadfully sorry, this is so embarrassing, but I wet myself a bit when your boys tickled me while they were frisking me outside. It was only a little bit, I didn’t think it showed. I’m sorry, I hope it hasn’t caused offence.” Natalie answered, pausing from working on the Prime Minister and looking down at her legs.

“Wait till I get hold of them!” Said the sergeant disgustedly, feeling that her officers had let both her and the force down, disobeying her orders and needlessly harassing Natalie.

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended.” Said the Prime Minister. “It reminds me of last year’s conference when the wife did a widdle in her pants. It started off as a really long photo shoot outside the hotel. We then had to walk along the front in an icy wind to the conference hall. She kept trying to whisper something in my ear but I never got what it was until she told me again later. By the time we got there she was completely desperate and piddled in her pants in the lobby while the photographers took a few more pictures. Fortunately she had a long ball gown on and the puddle had soaked into the carpet before we had to move on but she had to stay standing until she could slip away and get her knickers off. She was so embarrassed about not having any pants on, as if anyone could see. I found it quite a turn on, especially when I made her show me the wet patch on the carpet later on! Like you two, she’s quite happy without underwear now. If she can be without in front of a whole conference she can do it anywhere.”

Natalie glanced at the Prime Ministers lap, noticing that he was indeed aroused. Since she was already noticeably wet a little bit more wouldn’t hurt she thought as she stood with her legs together and began to let a few drops of pee out, feeling the warmth as they wicked down between her legs.

“Have you ever wet yourself Sergeant?” Natalie asked the sergeant, now expecting a forthright answer as before from the woman detective.

“As a matter of fact I have. It’s the main reason I stopped wearing underwear in the first place.” Said the sergeant. “I used to end up on interminable stakeouts. You have to stand still for hours on end and you never know how long it’s going to take.

On one occasion I was doing some surveillance in an alleyway. There was no way I could move or make a noise without giving my position away and these drug dealers were just sitting down chatting waiting for an accomplice to arrive. It was the accomplice that we were after so I just had to wait. After a few hours I started to get a bit desperate and in all I was waiting for fourteen hours for this chap to turn up. When he arrived he got an ear bashing about why he had been so long from the other chaps, you can’t trust crooks to understand the 24-hour clock and we nabbed him, but you can imagine, fourteen hours without a pee, not possible. I think I lasted out about nine but then I started to feel my crotch get a bit damp and I got a bit of cramp and as I moved to relieve the pain it just started to come out, a stream of pee running through my knickers and down each leg, thoroughly soaking my stockings and shoes as well. I managed to keep it to myself but I vowed to try to do something to prevent it happening again so I tried a few things at home and found that if I left my knickers off I could pee standing up in my full uniform and not get any of my clothing wet. I haven’t worn knickers on duty since and I have found this an invaluable aid to my police work. I think I must have peed on the job in virtually every stakeout I did after that, I’ve certainly never wet my knickers again although several times I had to let it quietly trickle down my legs. Strangely enough it felt quite nice, I don’t know why, all warm and wet.”

The sergeant continued to watch Natalie as she worked on the Prime Minister.

Meanwhile Tanya was now sitting round the breakfast table in the newsroom going through the running order with the news team while munching on croissants and drinking tea. Tanya normally only had a cup of coffee but now she felt liberated and gulped down as much tea as she could, completely ignoring the inevitable consequence of such a large liquid intake while scribbling down her notes.

The meeting was quite hectic because it was not every day that the Prime Minister came in to the studio, no one wanted the government to use the corporation as a mouthpiece and Tanya least of all after her previous run ins with the director so all questions had to be thoroughly checked so that the Prime Minister couldn’t be seen to be pulling a fast one.

After half an hour Tanya was already beginning to feel a little bit uncomfortable and was fidgeting about on her chair, perched on the edge leaning forwards across the table. Could this be an opportunity Tanya thought to herself? She could already feel the seat’s upholstery on her bottom where her skirt had ridden up while she was fidgeting. She would have to be careful, there were several people round the table and it was imperative that her stockings stayed dry.

Tanya went for it, discretely fidgeting to make her skirt ride up a bit more and moving her feet as wide apart as possible before silently letting out a gentle trickle of pee onto the edge of the chair. Tanya was in a daze for about thirty seconds until she heard her name.

“…. Tanya, are you with us?” Said the director as Tanya snapped out of her daze and cut off the still silent flow. “I was saying ….” The director continued.

Natalie continued to work on the Prime Minister. Letting small spurts of pee run down her legs as she worked she didn’t care now who saw her wetting herself.

The sergeant also now made a mental note that she would not have a problem if she needed to wet herself in front of the Prime Minister.

By the time Natalie had finished on the Prime Minister she was completely empty, disappointed that she was unable to squeeze out any more pee to warm up her crotch and thighs.

Natalie addressed the Prime Minister in the mirror. “I’ve done now. Don’t worry too much about the orange, I haven’t got a correction light in here. We have to do the extra tangerine for the new HD cameras; you’ll look alright on the monitors if you want to check. You can go to the green room now. I’ll be next door if you need me.”

Natalie left the Prime Minister and took her trolley back to Tanya’s dressing room.

Outside she spoke to the second detective as she let go of her trolley and lifted her arms up. “I suppose it’s your turn this time?”

The second detective got down to work frisking Natalie but was rudely interrupted by the sergeant who put her head round the door.

“You two, inside, now!” She barked as the two detectives scurried inside and closed the door.

Natalie managed to squeeze another spurt of pee out and pushed her trolley back to Tanya’s dressing room.

The sergeant sent the two detectives to check out the green room then a few minutes later she emerged with the Prime Minister. Noticing the wet patch on the carpet outside the door the sergeant told the Prime Minister to wait for the all clear from the detectives.

While she stood behind the Prime Minister in Natalie’s wet patch with her legs together the sergeant began to empty her bladder, allowing her pee to flow freely down her legs, silently soaking in to her stockings and shoes and merging with Natalie’s pee in the Carpet. ‘Wow that feels good’ she thought to herself as the warmth began to penetrate deep inside her giving her a feeling of relaxation when she was in no position to relax her attention on the Prime Minister’s security.

As her bladder emptied she said. “All clear Prime Minister.” And they set off down the corridor to the green room.

Her meeting over, Tanya drained her fourth cup of tea and carefully stood up, making sure that her skirt and stockings didn’t touch the wet parts of her chair. Tanya pulled her skirt back down again and set off back to her dressing room, hoping that there would be no extra surprise drops to streak her stockings.

Natalie had taken a shower while she waited for Tanya to return from her meeting and was now fully dressed again in her white miniskirt, top and shoes and drinking a cup of tea while waiting for Tanya to return.

“Where have you been, how can you get your outfit that dishevelled in no time?” Said Natalie.

 Tanya came back to her dressing room, her skirt now quite creased where it had ridden up while Tanya was fidgeting.

“I wet myself.” Tanya replied. “I drank quite a lot of tea and became quite fidgety so I let my skirt ride up a bit and peed on the chair. Is that all right with you?” Said Tanya now playing the celebrity, thinking Natalie impudent for questioning what she had done.

“It does matter when I have to iron your skirt again, take it off and give it here.” Said Natalie.

Tanya unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it and passed it to Natalie, now standing with only her stockings and shoes on below her waist, her jacket not quite long enough to be a dress and her bottom and fanny on show to anyone who should walk through the door.

“You’ll have to get me some more pee-friendly outfits, I can’t pee through that skirt because the wet patch on the back will show.”

“Not to the camera it won’t, when does the camera ever see the back of your skirt.” Said Natalie in a cloud of steam as she finished ironing Tanya’s skirt and handed it back to her. “You could still let the pee run down your legs though, that would keep it off your skirt.” Said Natalie, forgetting that Tanya was wearing natural coloured stockings.

“What, with these stockings?” Said Tanya zipping her skirt back into position.

Tanya put her hands on her hips, moved her legs together and peed, making a considerable hissing noise as a large amount of pee ran down her legs leaving dark streaks on her stockings. Tanya stopped peeing and moved her legs apart with her feet turned outwards.

“What do you reckon then, invisible?” Said Tanya.

“I think they look quite nice, the PM will like it, he thinks wetting is a big turn on, I think you’d better change them though, here’s another pair.

“What do you mean ‘the PM likes wetting’?” Said Tanya as she removed her shoes and changed her stockings.

“I put on a little show for the PM’s detectives earlier and I was still a bit wet when I was polishing the PM’s head so the conversation got round to wetting, you know the way it does, and I ended up peeing in front of the Prime Minister while I did his makeup. He got a really big stiffy, he likes it a lot, so do his detectives. I can’t think of a better way to get him on side. Right, sit down and I’ll finish you off.”

Natalie put the final touches to Tanya’s hair and makeup and let out a spurt of pee as she stood back and checked Tanya in the mirror.

“Right, you’re done, see you at nine.”

Tanya left Natalie in her dressing room and made her way to the studio and got kitted up with her microphone and earpiece. As Tanya gets onto the set she greets the Prime Minister and they both sit down.

“One minute.” Shouts the floor manager.

Tanya is now fully alert as she hears the activity from the gallery in her ear. Tanya starts some small talk to set up a rapport with the Prime Minister.

“I hear you had Natalie to do your makeup, she loves tangerine.” Said Tanya.

“Oh yes, quite a girl, she put on quite a show, she ought to be in front of the camera.” Replied the Prime Minister.

Tanya puts her script out of sight and uses the opportunity to spread her legs wide to give the Prime Minister a nice view of her fanny. Tanya watches the Prime Minister and is pleasantly surprised by the effect she is having on him.

“Clear the set, ten seconds and eight and seven and six and five.” Called the director as Tanya faced the camera.

“The time now is seven o’clock and welcome to Morning news. This morning we have the Prime Minister with us who will hopefully be able to clear up some of the confusion surrounding last week’s announcements by the foreign office on refugees.”

Tanya turned to face the Prime Minister and began her questioning. As she sat confidently on the low chair she fired off her questions, quickly reducing the Prime Minister to a Gibbering wreck. The Prime Minister floundered as he tried to work around the concise questioning, even giving yes and no answers to some questions.

After what must have felt like an eternity for the Prime Minister Tanya finished her questioning.

“Thank you Prime minister.” Said Tanya, now turning to face the camera with a huge smile.

Tanya knew she had done well and now began to reward herself. She started, releasing a steady hot stream of pee through her skirt into the low seat.

“And now with a roundup of the headlines over to John.” Tanya beamed as she performed the link, now just relaxing and peeing through her skirt into the low chair, relishing the warmth as it pooled around her fanny.

Tanya held her position until the ‘on air’ light was extinguished. Cutting off the flow she reached forward to shake hands with the Prime Minister, Lifting herself off the seat and moving slightly aside to let the Prime Minister see the wet patch on the seat before sitting back down.

Tanya had really done it now, There was no way she could move from her seat till the end of the show. As the Prime Minister left the set she reached for her glass of water. Simmonds had said it was best to drink plenty.

Tanya continued to drink throughout the show while not moving once from her seat. Periodically she let loose a spurt of pee to maintain the warmth, trying hard to resist the temptation to let go full blast until the end of the show.

As she finished the final link to the weather she reached over for the water jug to top up her glass and completely emptied the contents into her lap. With a start she stood up, not missing the opportunity to again release her bladder now letting the pee trickle down her legs as she feigned shock at spilling the water jug.

The floor manager came over to her. “Can I help?” He asked.

“No, it’s OK, I’ll go back to my dressing room, I can have a drink there.” Tanya replied as she moved away from her puddle and wet seat and hastily returned to her dressing room.

“Hello Natalie” Said Tanya as she entered her dressing room, her skirt still dripping onto the floor.

“Hello.” Replied Natalie. “Wow, that was some wetting.” Said Natalie, turning to see the state of Tanya’s skirt and stockings.

“I spilt my drink.” Said Tanya, with her tongue firmly in her cheek as again she began letting her pee run steadily down her legs.

“It looks like you’re still spilling it judging by the puddle you’re making. The PM said you put on a good show for him and that he was having trouble concentrating; now I can see why. You didn’t do it on air did you?” asked Natalie.

“Why not?” Said Tanya. It worked quite well. I had him right against the ropes and boy did it make me feel good. I think I’d better have a drink, I wouldn’t want to get dehydrated

Tanya sat down at the dressing table and did a final pee through her skirt while Natalie replaced Tanya’s television makeup. Tanya then undressed completely and put on her own clothes, which Natalie had laid out for her.

Tanya said goodbye to Natalie and went to the after show meeting before travelling home alone in her limousine. This time Tanya resisted the urge to wet herself in the limousine; after all she could do that any day.

Tanya got home still dry and made herself a cup of tea and some toast and after considering how little sleep she had got over the last two nights she went to bed, just kicking off her shoes and climbing in bed fully clothed. Tanya laid back and for the first time in her own bed she relaxed and completely emptied her bladder. This was the first time that she had peed in her bed as long as she could remember and now she felt both relaxed by the warmth and stimulated as the liquid flowed over her clitoris. Tanya relished the luxury that her new found freedom had to offer and her tiredness ensured that she was asleep before the dampness had time to cool.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 4 – Invited to dinner

 

It was a few days into the new year when Tanya arrived home to find a letter on her doormat from number ten. It was an invitation to dinner with the Prime Minister, his wife and a few other guests for her and a companion.

Tanya had not seen Mike again and after her and Natalie having so much fun with the prime minister it seemed only natural that she should take Natalie. It surely would not be a problem even if the PM thought that they were lesbians.

When the evening came Simmonds was more than happy to put in a bit of overtime and run the two women from Natalie’s to Downing Street although he was a bit miffed that Natalie was getting favourable treatment. Why had Tanya not taken him if she needed a companion? Tanya and Natalie had not wasted the day that they had spent together. Natalie had made appointments and taken Tanya round all of the designer studios in Knightsbridge to get her a stunning outfit.

For their shopping trip Natalie had on nothing more than a tiny white dress and a pair of high heels while Tanya wore a long black skirt, black top and open black jacket accessorised with a big necklace, dark glasses and a head scarf. Natalie laughed when she saw Tanya’s outfit thinking how different she would look later on when they had finished shopping.

As they walked around Knightsbridge Tanya discretely peed down her legs when she felt the need, hidden under her long skirt and her nondescript disguise, but Natalie peed small spurts down her legs in full view of anyone who might see fully aware that no one would be looking hard enough for long enough to notice the shiny streaks on her inner thighs.

By the middle of the afternoon Tanya had found something she liked that also met with Natalie’s approval, a long – to just above the floor – grey gown overlaid with net, but with a stunning red sequined bodice and an open back right down far enough to show her bum cleavage.

Tanya undressed to just her shoes but it was not until she removed her dark glasses that the assistant suddenly recognised Tanya. She was only young and quite shocked to see it was Tanya standing naked in her shop.

Natalie and the assistant helped Tanya put the dress on and liked what they saw in the mirror.

As Tanya moved around the shop, making the most of wearing the dress before she had to take it off, Natalie asked. “Have you made yourself comfortable yet?”

Natalie, out of the view of the assistant reinforced her hint by glancing down and letting a very noticeable strong trickle of pee out which ran down both her legs and darkened the carpet.

Tanya realised straight away as soon as she saw the inside of Natalie’s thighs glisten. Tanya smiled and let her own trickle of pee run down her legs. She stood peeing for fifteen seconds enjoying the warmth as her pee trickled over her feet and soaked unnoticed into the carpet under her dress.

When she had finished peeing Tanya gave a couple of twirls and said. “We’ll take it.”

The assistant disappeared to complete the sale while Natalie helped Tanya change back into her incognito shopping outfit.

After a few visits to jewellery shops where nothing was inspiring and only a few things were tried on, Tanya and Natalie headed to the restaurant Natalie had booked.

They started off with cocktails standing at the bar, but after a few minutes Natalie slid on to a bar stool.

Natalie spoke. “I don’t know why I came here, all those men over there staring at us.”

Natalie gestured to a long table full of businessmen.

Tanya replied. “I think they saw up your skirt when you bent down to put the shopping bags down, what did you expect, anyway since when did you not like attention from men?”

“Since I wanted to pee. I wouldn’t have worried but they are all a bit creepy. It is so much nicer when it runs down my legs.” Said Natalie carefully positioning herself on the stool, making sure her skirt was hanging over the back.

“I know.” Said Tanya smiling as she let a wave of pee run down her own legs under her skirt to soak into the carpet.

“That’s better.” Said Natalie.

Natalie was now perched on the barstool with her legs neatly crossed and peeing. Tanya could just see the trickles of pee running down the legs of Natalie’s barstool where Natalie was peeing gently.

Half a minute later Natalie Finished peeing. “That’s better. Just needed room for another cocktail.” Natalie said.

Natalie smiled and turned towards the barman who quickly made up another couple of cocktails for the two women.

It was not long before the waiter collected them from the bar and they were seated.

As Natalie scrutinised the menu she nestled in to the nicely upholstered chair, bending forward so that the skirt of her white dress rode up a little at the back and tucking her feet underneath the chair.

“Much more comfortable, now we can go properly.” Said Natalie.

Tanya looked up from her menu. “What do you mean by ‘we’. You’re not wearing a long skirt.”

Natalie replied without shifting her gaze from the menu. “You are wearing a black skirt Tanya, just do it you’ll be fine.

Natalie began to pee. Slowly at first she felt her pee pool in the chair, warming her bottom. She peed harder and relaxed completely as she felt her pee begin to run off the front of her chair on to the back of her legs. Still gazing at the menu she peed, enjoying he warmth tickling her clitoris, caressing her bottom, warming her legs and trickling over her feet until her flow waned and she was empty.

As the last drops of pee dripped on to the back of her legs Natalie sighed. “Ah. So nice and comfortable and warm and relaxing. Just what we need after all that shopping.”

Tanya felt relaxed too now she had weighed up the situation. Without any preparation she just relaxed her bladder and began to pee. Tanya felt the warmth pool in her skirt, instantly surrounding her bottom before it began to soak in and caress the back of her thighs. In no time Tanya was peeing fully and thoroughly enjoying the warmth as it began to overflow the chair and run down the back of her skirt and legs, warming her feet.

Tanya’s flow was interrupted though.

“Ready to order madam?” Asked the waiter.

Tanya was awakened from her trance and quickly stopped peeing. The warmth caressing her bottom and still running down the back of her legs was a little off-putting, but fortunately Tanya was ready to order.

“I’ll start with the soup please, then the sea-bass with boiled potatoes thank you.”

“And for you madam?” The waiter asked Natalie.

“The same, but with chips please.” Said Natalie.

“And wine?” asked the waiter.

“Could you recommend something?” Asked Natalie.

“We have a really nice Bulgarian, Telish, that will go beautifully with the sea-bass.”

“Telish it is then, just the one bottle I think. Thank you.”

Tanya did not resume peeing when the waiter left, instead just enjoying the luxury of her warm skirt, moving occasionally in her seat to feel the warm pee that had soaked in to the upholstery caressing her bottom again and moving her legs to feel her warm wet skirt brushing the back of them.

“Did the waiter startle you?” asked Natalie.

“Yes.” Said Tanya, Adding in a whisper. “I was going.”

Natalie smiled and managed to squeeze out a spurt of pee into her chair making it pleasantly warm again.

It was just after the main course that Tanya felt a tingle in her bladder. With the wine now nearly all consumed she just relaxed again. Tanya had not realised how much her pee had cooled in the chair until the new wave of warm pee began to caress her again and felt positively hot. The chair was still saturated so straight away her pee began to run down the back of her legs.

Tanya just sat calmly smiling as the waiter cleared the plates, not hesitating for a moment as she let her pee flow into her skirt, on to the chair and down her legs, soaking silently into the carpet under her feet.

The women just enjoyed their residual wetness while they ate their sweet and enjoyed their cappuccino. Natalie insisted on two cups for both of them.

When they were finished Natalie stood and checked her own skirt to see that it was still dry before taking a look at Tanya’s. Natalie could see no sign of a wetting but touched Tanya’s skirt to see that it was still soaking wet. They pushed their chairs under the table in the hope that no one would notice the darker appearance of the light striped upholstery. Tanya paid with cash on the way out.

Outside it was now a cold, dark January evening on the busy street for which Natalie was not well dressed. Natalie soon felt the effects of the cold and her bladder began to tingle. She began to let out a very gentle trickle of pee as she walked feeling trickles on her inner thighs and feeling her pee splashing her feet. Tanya noticed nothing.

They were soon on the underground. Natalie sat down opposite Tanya. Without any regard to moving her white dress out of the way Natalie began to pee. Natalie soon felt her pee filling the seat with warmth and paused briefly as she felt the warmth stretch all the way to the front of her seat. As Natalie felt her pee soaking away in to the seat she peed again.

Tanya had a clear view up Natalie’s dress, and she could see Natalie’s pee spraying from her abundant bush and pooling between her slightly parted thighs. Tanya was now feeling the effect of the coffee and joined Natalie, just relaxing and peeing through her skirt.

It was not long before Tanya’s pee subsided, but she could still feel her pee soaking into the back of her skirt and wicking down behind her legs.

Natalie continued to pee and a tiny trickle began to run off the edge of her seat behind her leg. Natalie felt her pee splashing on her foot but just carried on peeing until she was empty anyway. The wine was having an effect and she did not care.

The women were soon at their stop. Natalie had a small puddle of pee behind her foot but, along with the other passengers, she did not notice. Tanya noticed a dark strip along the hem of Natalie’s dress but said nothing, enjoying the soaking wetness of her own skirt on the back of her legs as they walked to the escalator. Tanya stood a few steps behind Natalie and noticed the wet droplets glistening on the ends of her pubic hairs as she ascended.

They were soon back at Natalie’s. Natalie made coffee and the two women sat on the sofa, discussing how luxurious it had been to enjoy the warmth of their pee in the restaurant.

They peed on Natalie’s sofa, making it deliciously warm.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 5 – Number Ten

 

The date had arrived and Simmonds delivered Tanya and Natalie to Natalie’s to get ready. Neither woman had peed in the limousine to ensure that the seats would be dry for later. Natalie could not wait to get inside before peeing, releasing her bladder as she led Tanya up the stairs to her flat – her pee alternately trickling down her legs and splattering on the stairs.

Natalie put the kettle on while Tanya sat on the sofa. Tanya took the opportunity to empty her bladder through her skirt into the cushion while she waited for Natalie to appear with a cup of coffee.

The women sat and drunk their coffee before Natalie suggested that Tanya had a shower first. Tanya squeezed out her bladder before making her way to the bathroom, dropping her black dripping skirt enroute.

Natalie took the opportunity to get Tanya’s outfit ready, carefully ironing out any crinkles before hanging it up on a manikin.

As soon as Tanya finished showering Natalie showered too.

It was not long before a naked Natalie was helping a similarly naked Tanya into her dress. Natalie was very careful to ensure that Tanya sat carefully in front of the mirror so as to not cause any unnecessary crinkling.

Natalie set to work on Tanya’s hair – piling it up high above her head while using two whole tins of hairspray. For an occasion like this she had to look even more glamourous than she looked every morning.

With Tanya’s hair perfectly in place Natalie set to work on Tanya’s makeup. No bright orange TV makeup this time, just extra glamorous evening makeup with smoky eyes and seductive lips.

Not until Natalie was completely happy with Tanya’s appearance did she go to the rail to collect her tiny cocktail dress. Natalie slipped it over her head and pulled it down hoping that it was long enough to cover her crotch.

Tanya went to the kitchen to make coffee with strict instructions to keep clean and not get dishevelled. Natalie was fully aware of Tanya’s propensity to get dishevelled and now time was of the essence she did not have time for doing too much repair.

Natalie was nearly done with her hair and makeup by the time Tanya appeared with a cup of coffee.

“Give me a twirl.” Asked Natalie.

Tanya handed Natalie her coffee and did a twirl. Fortunately Tanya was still pristine.

Tanya stood and watched Natalie finish off while carefully sipping her coffee. Natalie used a whole tin of hairspray on her own hair in a big rock chic beehive then slipped on a pair of black fishnet holdups before adding the mascara to her minge.

“Do you want your minge done?” Natalie asked Tanya.

“Will it make a difference? This dress is not see through is it?” Tanya asked.

“It is a bit. Let me do your minge and it will show up nicely. Hold your skirt up.” Said Natalie as she knelt down in front of Tanya.

Tanya lifted her skirt and Natalie began applying mascara to Tanya’s bush.

Once done Natalie invited Tanya to look in the mirror. “There, is that not better, subtle but nice to see.”

Tanya was not convinced that having her minge visible through her dress like that however subtle it might be was a positive thing, but Natalie usually knew what was right so she was happy to play along.

It was Natalie’s turn to go to the kitchen for refreshment, and she returned with half a bottle of Telish.

Tanya remained standing while delicately swigging from the glass of red, while Natalie took sips in between struggling to put on a pair of very chunky platform shoes.

Once they had finished their wine Natalie helped Tanya in to her delicate heels, and they summoned Simmonds.

With Simmonds estimated to be ready downstairs in about ten minutes Natalie replaced the wine glasses with pint glasses of water, and both women drunk them straight down before making their way down to the limousine.

Simonds assisted Tanya into the back and went round the other side for Natalie, getting a full view of her crotch as she slid in next to Tanya.

The short run to Downing Street was uneventful apart from Tanya commenting to Natalie. “My bladder is filling and perhaps the big glass of water was not really necessary.”

Natalie just said. “We will be at No10 soon, you can go then.”

Natalie did not wait though. Natalie took advantage of her short dress and bare fanny and a short hiss could be heard as she released a short spurt of pee into the limousine seat.

Simmonds pulled up right outside the famous front door of Number Ten, hopping out to open the door for Tanya. Natalie slid out behind Tanya and the front door of Number Ten magically opened to admit them. Simmonds drove away to park up and join the rest of the staff while the door closed behind the women.

The Prime Minister welcomed them personally. Natalie followed Tanya’s lead and curtseyed just a little as the Prime Minister shook their hands and the official photographer took their pictures.

Natalie wanted to courtesy much lower to expose her fanny to the Prime minister but managed to restrain herself.

The women were led into a room to meet the other guests. Tanya was expecting quite a grand affair, but apart from the men’s dress it was quite informal with just the Prime Minister, his wife, the leader of the house and her husband.

Tanya knew the Leader of the house so quickly introduced Natalie as ‘her friend’ rather lapping up that clearly they were being perceived as a Lesbian couple. Tanya was aware that the leader’s husband was paying a lot of attention to her minge and moved about just enough to make her dress flow over her curves.

The prime minister’s wife was quite chatty recognising Tanya from her breakfast television role. She had quite a lot of questions about how she looked so good in the morning. Tanya told her that the key secret to looking good was no knickers so there was no VPL, and Tanya told her. “Neither she or Natalie were wearing knickers this evening either.” Adding. “Knickers are a very twentieth century thing that will soon be lost to history.”

“Oh my goodness.” Said the prime minister’s wife. “I am a bit of a dinosaur then. I could never go out without knickers.”

“A little bird tells me you have on at least one occasion though.” Commented Tanya.

“Oh my goodness.” Uttered the Prime Minister’s wife again. “How did you find that out?”

“I am a journalist.” Said Tanya with a wink. “I have wet my knickers a few times in the past too, but not now. You can’t wet your knickers if you aren’t wearing any.”

“Oh my goodness. You know so much about me.” Said the Prime Minister’s wife, her accent now returning to its Welsh roots.

“It is really no big deal to wet yourself.” Said Tanya seeing an opportunity to release the now quite uncomfortable pressure in her bladder.

Tanya carefully positioned her feet together and relaxed. In the pause in conversation she could hear the faint hissing as her pee forced its way past her labia and began trickling down her legs.

With her pee gently trickling down her legs Tanya continued. “I wet myself quite a lot.”

The Prime minister’s wife put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my goodness. Are you OK?”

Tanya just smiled. “I’m fine. I’m not wearing knickers don’t forget.”

Tanya felt the carpet under her feet getting a bit squishy so she stopped peeing.

“Do you need to go somewhere, can I help you?” Asked the Prime Minister’s wife.

“No, don’t worry about me. I will be fine. My legs will dry in a couple of minutes.” Said Tanya, now smiling like a Cheshire cat.

The Prime Minister’s wife moved away to chat with the Leader and Natalie came over.

“How’s it going?” Asked Natalie. “You must be getting quite desperate now I guess. I would have thought that we would be eating by now.”

“I’ve just been.” Said Tanya looking down and squishing the carpet with her foot.

Natalie looked down and saw Tanya’s pee bubble up from the carpet.

“Cool!” Said Natalie.

“Nothing shows does it?” Asked Tanya.

“Twirl.” Said Natalie.

Natalie stepped back while Tanya did a discreet pirouette.

“You’re fine. Step away from the puddle and no one will know.” Reassured Natalie.

“Fifi or whatever her name is knows. She heard me peeing. I told her I sometimes wet myself, and I told her I know that she has wet herself. We are sisters now. I told her we don’t wear knickers either. We have no secrets. Cool or what?” Explained Tanya.

“I wonder if Gillian wears knickers. It would be handy to know if she doesn’t.” Mused Natalie. “Fifi would feel a bit out of place if she was the only one here wearing knickers.”

“We need to mingle.” Said Tanya stepping away from the squishy patch on the carpet.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 1 - Jayne goes to work

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The alarm clock rang out and Jayne, twenty three years old, six feet and two inches tall with brown eyes and long black hair, reached over and pressed the snooze for another ten minutes rest before rolling over on to her back. With her legs parted slightly she relaxed and slowly emptied her bladder. The feeling of relaxation was so complete that she was soon asleep again. Jayne lived alone in her attic bedsit and had peed in the bed ever since she could remember.

She was awoken again by the alarm and this time the warmth pooled around her meant that it was time to get up and face the day. She sat up leaning on her elbows and saw the damp patch on the duvet where it had dipped between her legs, her bladder was empty now and it was time to get out of bed.

She slid out of bed, stood up and stretched. As she reached up to the ceiling the hem of her nightdress gave up its last few drips onto the carpet. She slipped the nightdress off her shoulders and onto the floor, stepped out of it and hung it over the foot of the bed to dry. She walked naked over to the wash basin, splashed some cold water on her face to help her wake up and drank three pint glasses of water straight down.

Still following her usual morning routine Jayne went over to the wardrobe to select her working attire for the day. Today she chose a tight white jumper with a high neck, a long and narrow black skirt down to her ankles and a pair of open toe shoes with four inch heels. She stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and fastened it around her waist then put on her bra and pulled the jumper over her head. She went over and sat on the bed to put on her shoes, first the left one then, pausing slightly to pee through her skirt into the bed, she put on the right shoe. Now that her bladder had been flushed out of the concentrated 'overnight' pee she would not need to return to the bed to pee.

Now it was time for breakfast, a bowl of dry 'Special K' washed down with a further three pints of water all completely in accordance with the very popular water diet. Jayne liked the water diet because as well as being a very healthy way to eat it made her urine very dilute so that now she could pee anywhere throughout the day without leaving any odour or stain. She had often been sleepy and lain on the settee late at night and forgetting that she wasn't in bed just let go, now that was not a problem.

As she started to drink the second glass she released her bladder again allowing the pee to soak through her skirt in to the chair. The thin cushion was not able to absorb much before letting the excess cascade over the back of the seat, making a puddle on the carpet which gradually soaked away. With breakfast finished, Jayne took her empty crockery over to the sink and rinsed it out before filling another glass and drinking it straight down. She walked over to the mirror leaving a trail of drips from the back of her skirt as she went. She stood with her legs slightly apart while she brushed her hair and then as she checked her appearance in the mirror she again released her bladder - this time making the front of her skirt as wet as the back and leaving a quite considerable puddle on the carpet.

Jayne waited a few seconds for the dripping to subside and made her way out of the front door, onto the landing and down the four flights of stairs with the blackness of her skirt hiding the wetness completely.

At the bottom she met her landlady bringing in her milk from the doorstep who chatted with her for a few minutes before going back inside. This wouldn't normally be a problem but Jayne liked to be first at the bus stop.

Ten minutes later Jayne’s skirt had dried in the warm breeze and she had reached the bus stop. Jayne was disappointed to find that Sharron - about the same age as Jayne, shorter, brown shoulder length hair, slightly  more 'round' wearing 'sensible' shoes, a green pleated skirt and a yellow blouse - was already there. Jayne did not know Sharron very well and certainly not well enough to share the details of her uninhibited peeing.

Her bladder was full again and Jayne took her usual position in these situations, a little way behind Sharron with her legs tight together where there is a dip in the pavement that allows any puddles to drain discretely away into the street drain. After carefully checking that she wasn't being observed Jayne started to pee, slowly letting small rivulets run down her legs and over her shoes. This is normally quite silent but today Jayne stopped soon after starting when she heard the very familiar sound of pee splashing onto the pavement. She didn't normally lose control and now that the splashing sound continued she looked around for the source. She didn't have to look far with the rapidly expanding puddle between Sharron’s feet making everything clear.

When Sharron had finished peeing she squeezed her thighs together making a few drips run down her legs, turned around and said "Good morning Jayne".

Jayne replied "Hello Sharron, that was a bit of a surprise, I didn't know that you're a wetter."

"Only in private normally." Said Sharron. "I've always wanted to do it but never had the courage until I realised that you did it every day, the ordinary passer by wouldn't notice but I did. Ever since I first realised what you were doing my knickers have been almost permanently damp, it's a real turn-on. I thought that today I would surprise you."

"You certainly did that alright and here's the bus." Said Jayne.

The bus pulled up and Jayne and Sharron boarded, proceeded upstairs and sat in adjacent seats - Sharron being careful to hitch up her skirt before sitting to prevent a damp patch forming on the back of her skirt.

Jayne was now in a bit of a predicament, her peeing had been interrupted leaving her bladder full, there was no way that she would be able to hold on for thirty minutes and make it all the way to town without releasing the pressure.

Jayne explained the situation to Sharron and Sharron thought for a bit then in a low voice said. "You have two choices. You can get off the bus, pee, and wait for the next one or have an 'accident'."

"I can't wait for the next bus, I'll be late, and exhibitionism is not my scene at this time of the morning." Said Jayne.

With that a thought crossed Jayne’s mind, the seat was quite deep and would surely soak up most, if not all, that was straining her bladder. She wouldn't normally pee where someone else might sit but this was an emergency. After all there was a time when she wouldn't have given it a second thought so before she could change her mind she opened her legs slightly to make a pool and released her bladder, fighting hard to control the pressure which was likely to cause a complete flood if she wasn't careful.

Sharron was immediately alerted to the familiar hissing sound and turned to Jayne and smiled. Sharron looked down at her own lap and made sure that Jayne heard the hissing sound as she warmed up her knickers - several times throughout the journey.

- o - o - o -

Chapter 2 - Jayne at work

 

As they neared the end of their bus ride Jayne and Sharron prepared themselves to leave the bus. Sharron carefully stood up and rearranged her skirt enjoying the feeling of every one of the half dozen droplets that slowly ran down her legs. Jayne released a last spurt through her skirt into the seat then slid along to a dryer part of the seat before standing behind Sharron.

As Jayne followed Sharron out of the bus she was aware that her skirt was now clinging tightly to her bottom and felt the dampness of the hem on her ankles. She was aware now of other passengers leaving behind her and that the slightest touch on the back of her skirt would give her away. If this happens again less haste would be appropriate - best to leave last or let Sharron go behind.

Jayne thanked the driver as she exited the bus and took note of which driver it was today. His reaction to her next time she travelled on his bus could indicate whether their little secret had been discovered.

"What are you going to do now Sharron - you won't be dry by nine."

"It’s OK." Replied Sharron. "I have this little arrangement in my office. There are only three other girls in there and they know that I sometimes have accidents during the day so if I'm a bit damp I just discretely let them see the damp patch on my skirt and they warn me that I must have had an accident again and do all the running round while I stay at my desk. It’s quite handy really because I can't hitch my skirt up in the office like I did on the bus and I can't go to the loo without being seen so I just pee in my chair all day without anyone knowing. I have to remember to spurt every few minutes and keep my bladder empty to avoid a flood. I'm quite happy for them to think that I have a minor problem but if they thought I was completely incontinent they would expect me to seek help or take precautions."

 "How often does this happen?" Enquired Jayne.

"About once a month at work. I try to wait until I get home, or at least off the bus, but sometimes I get carried away. It must be my hormones that make me a bit hot but I usually pop out at lunchtime to the park with a sandwich and if I am completely alone I just open my legs a bit and let go. I look perfectly respectable until I get back to the office and have to sit down. Anyway I must run along now."

Jayne pondered for a minute as to why Sharron didn't keep a spare pair of knickers handy or do like she did and go without or even wear a black skirt but Sharron really was just a beginner and had a lot to learn.

Jayne waved goodbye to Sharron, stepped out of her latest puddle and walked up to the imposing 24 story glass fronted office where she worked. She negotiated the revolving door being careful not to get a print of her still damp bottom on the glass panel as it rotated behind her and crossed the marble floored lobby to the lift. She could use the lobby again now that she could control her urge to pee whenever she was standing still and no longer had to go down to the carpeted basement to wait for the lift.

When the lift arrived Jayne moved quickly to the back and turned to protect her damp behind. She was normally very relaxed but this new situation had put her on edge. Jayne was used to her regular routine and today Sharron had changed everything.

Now that she was safely in the packed lift she could pee a bit more. Little and often was her motto at the office so from now on she wouldn't miss an opportunity, one little spurt every four floors while the lift was moving was about all the lift carpet could take without making a puddle.

At the 14th floor the last people got out leaving Jayne a clear run to the 20th so this was her last opportunity to let rip. This time she forced every last drop in to the front of her skirt, then as the lift slowed she put her right foot slightly forward to catch the drips from her skirt as the door opened. After all you never know who might get in.

Jayne gets back into her normal routine now, first to the kitchen to collect her drinking glass, buy a Mars bar from the vending machine and fill her 3 litre jug while she lets a bit more trickle down her legs. It really is a trickle now and she is completely empty. Nobody would suspect a puddle on the kitchen floor unless they inspected it very closely and discovered that it was a bit more slippery than plain water.

It was time to start work so Jayne walked along the corridor to her office, Room 2017, with ‘Jayne Hill - Cryptography Manager’ emblazoned on the door. It was very handy having her own private office this high up because she was on her own most of the time with a lot of her contact with the rest of the company being by video conference anyway.

Jayne sat down at her desk, poured a glass of water and drunk it straight down followed by two more pausing only to log on to her diary and e-mail. The diary is quite important to Jayne because the microphone on the video conferencing equipment is very sensitive and when she first started to use it the engineer was called to investigate the periodic 'hissing' sounds. Water intake now has to be curtailed prior to these conference sessions; it's embarrassing enough to ask to be excused to use the toilet let alone to pee out of earshot in the corridor.

The first e-mail to pop up is a circular from Feminine Anarchy promoting international pee on the pavement day with a few suggestions of how to participate. While Jayne takes a great deal of interest in the feminine anarchy movement, zealously supporting their boycott of all toilets (to the point that if she is forced to visit a public convenience she will go into the cubicle and pee on the floor on principle) and agrees with most of the F.A. charter such as Women should be able to just pee on the floor anywhere because they have no facility to accurately aim, that women should be able to air their pheromones the way that nature intended by peeing standing up with their legs together, and that women who have wet their clothing should be accepted as normal members of society, she still has difficulty agreeing with all of their demands such as women being able to pee under all circumstances. She still feels very guilty about the bus incident but accepts if attitudes were different she could have just stood in the bus and peed on the floor the way she does openly at home and secretly at work.

Jayne is now relaxed and able to completely release the pressure in her bladder such that without thinking if she as much as reaches across her desk another delightful wave flows over her clitoris, soaking through her skirt into the cushion of her chair. She pours another glass as the first conference isn't until ten.

Up till lunchtime the day goes smoothly dealing with e-mails and writing reports with no extraneous hissing in the conference but plenty of peeing while laughing with the sandwich lady who popped in with her sandwiches, almost to the point that Jayne expected to hear the tell-tale sound of pee running onto the floor. Jayne picks a quiet moment to pop out to the kitchen to refill her jug for the afternoon. At this time of the day Jayne is so relaxed that she leaves a trail behind wherever she goes, often making extra detours to prolong the sensation of the pee running down her legs as she walks.

The afternoon is filled with meetings in her office and Jayne is much less able to relax, having to remember to discretely pee while in conversation, as well as maintaining her fluid intake.

Eventually the benefit of her working lunch pays off and at four she is able to log off, change the cushion on the chair for a dry one from her cupboard ready for the morning and drink a last glass of water before heading home.

Jayne closes the office door and walks along the corridor to the lift, emptying her jug and rinsing her glass out in the kitchen on the way. There are already two people waiting by the lift but Jayne is used to this and just stands behind them letting pee trickle gently down both her legs until the lift arrives.

As the doors open she again gets in carefully keeping her back to the wall because her skirt is still very wet. No need to pee in the lift on the way down, there will be plenty of time while waiting for the bus, so no tell-tale footprints as she walks across the marble lobby.

Outside Jayne does not wait at the first stop but walks along to a quieter stop where she can wait on her own. The short walk dries her skirt, not completely, but enough that she can sit without leaving a wet patch.

When Jayne arrives at the bus stop all is quiet so again a cascade falls between her slightly parted legs with sufficient force to wet the front of her skirt. This time she has pushed hard to make sure that she is finished before the bus comes to avoid a repeat of this morning’s incident.

The bus soon arrives and Jayne gets on. As she takes her seat she is reminded of what she had done this morning. Perhaps F.A. are right. She would give their ideas on total freedom more thought. Throughout the journey she fought the temptation to just try a spurt and took her mind off of it by looking forward to the evening’s activities she had planned at Wombles tennis club and later Deco's bar.

- o - o - o -

Chapter 3 - Jayne plays tennis

 

Jayne gets off the bus and pees hard while waiting for the bus to leave before crossing the road and going straight home. Back in her room she pulls off her jumper and puts it away in the wardrobe, sits on the bed and removes her shoes and then standing by the linen basket unclasps her bra and lets her skirt drop to the floor before stepping out of it and putting them in the linen basket. Naked again she gets her white tennis dress and tennis shoes out of the wardrobe, slips the dress over her head and sits on the bed to put on her tennis shoes. As she sits on the bed her short skirt leaves her bottom bare making her aware that the bed is still damp from the morning.

Jayne quickly gulps down three large glasses of water before leaving for the tennis club. The journey to Wombles is only a fifteen minute walk but Jayne finds it quite exciting in the gentle breeze which lifts her skirt every few seconds. Jayne would never deliberately expose herself but she could do nothing about the wind and would never draw attention to herself by trying to hold her skirt down.

Jayne comes to a busy main road, waits to cross and uses the opportunity to pee. Jayne keeps her legs tightly together and just lets the pee trickle down her legs, she may be almost naked but nobody suspects what she is doing. Soon someone stops and waves Jayne across the road and she leaves her discrete puddle knowing that nobody will be looking anywhere but at her as she crosses the road giving her breasts an extra bit of bounce to make sure.

Jayne arrives at Wombles and signs in at the reception desk. The club president is on hand today to check that the all white dress code is being observed. Since the club has been in existence for a considerable time the list of allowed garments for women reflects the fashion that existed when the club was established and no other items of clothing are permitted. The list is quite short, just a dress or blouse and skirt, stockings and tennis shoes - no mention is made of undergarments. He finds no problem with Jayne who collects her racket from her locker and moves swiftly on to the bar to fill up.

So as not to be dehydrated during her game she takes two large plastic bottles filled with water outside with her and sits on the grass drinking while waiting for an opponent. Sitting on the grass has many benefits, Jayne can discretely pee as hard as she likes, she can look out for potential opponents as they come in and it is almost impossible to prevent anyone from seeing the fine view up her skirt thereby ensuring the maximum attention from the male members (and some female, it is tennis after all).

Jayne has only just sat down and barely started peeing when her friend Zena arrives carrying her racquet and a tennis ball and asks her to play a match. Zena leads the way to an empty court and Jayne gets up to follow. Zena is nineteen years old and has her medium length blond hair tied into two bunches, is dressed in a short bra top to maximise her small breasts and a pleated wrap around skirt with a pair of bulky designer trainers and ankle socks all in the regulation white.

The two women start their match and after a short while Jayne announces that she needs a drink. Jayne picks up one of the bottles and offers it to Zena who shakes her head to indicate that she is not thirsty. Jayne then stands with her legs tight together and pees gently as she throws her head back while drinking down the bottle of water.

Zena sees the rivulets running down Jayne’s legs and decides that she might as well take the opportunity to pee as well. While Zena is quite used to seeing Jayne wet herself pretty much all the time she is a bit more reserved, only wetting herself when she is in Jayne's company and then only very discretely. Zena squats down to retie her shoelace as she discretely pees onto the ground, at least while Jayne is peeing no one will notice her and she might as well make the most of the situation, Jayne would be very disappointed to see her use the toilet later on.

They continue their match and Jayne pees a little down her legs each time that Zena goes to retrieve the ball.

As the match goes on several male passers-by stop to become spectators. Enthralled by the upskirt display rather than the tennis, the spectators watch Zena closely. Zena no longer feels comfortable peeing with an audience present and decides to hold it until the end.

Their match finished, two of the spectators, John and Clive, invite the girls to the bar, Jayne accepts and says they will be there after they have showered. The two women return their racquets and ball to the lockers before showering, dressing back into the same clothes and arriving at the bar. John gets Jayne two large glasses of water and Zena has a large glass of isotonic orange juice while John and Clive each have a lager. They chat for ten minutes about sport (mainly football) and Jayne makes her excuses and as usual the two women leave together.

Zena walks with Jayne as she lives a short distance further away, Jayne, now with an audience, skipping in order make her skirt flip up and stopping every now and then to pee a little. Zena is not encouraged by this and just hangs back a bit to minimise her embarrassment at Jayne’s exhibitionism. She doesn't mind showing her fanny at Wombles because she can't help it, but outside is different.

When they arrive at Jayne’s they go inside for a coffee. Jayne has been so preoccupied with taking the rise out of Zena for her prudishness (relative to Jayne anyway) as they walked that she forgets to empty her bladder before going in. Zena sits down on the settee while Jayne drinks two large glasses of water and makes the coffee. Jayne brings the coffee out Joining Zena on the settee. Jayne relaxes her bladder making a loud hissing noise as she sips her coffee. When Jayne has finished peeing Zena takes a loud sip of her coffee and lets go, noisily peeing into the settee and thinking how great it is to be able to experience such freedom.

"It went right through me!" Zena quipped as the two women burst out laughing.

Zena finished her coffee and expelled a final warm spurt into her seat before getting up to go.

Jayne stood up, took Zena's cup and followed her to the door. Zena left for home with her outfit still completely respectable while Jayne stood at the door with her legs slightly apart and let out a short spurt which jetted straight into the doormat just catching the hem of her skirt. Jayne closed the door, now it was time to get ready to go out to Deco's.

- o - o - o -

Chapter 4 - Jayne visits a bar

 

Jayne put the coffee cups in the sink and gulped down two large glasses of water. She slipped off her tennis dress and put it in the linen basket and took off her still damp tennis shoes which she put on the window sill to dry. Jayne opened her wardrobe and chose an outfit suitable for evening wear, a long silk aqua-marine dress with a slit over the left leg that went right up to the waist, an open back and mostly netting material at the front with matching strappy, six inch aqua-marine shoes.

Jayne put on the dress and sitting carefully on a dry part of the bed the shoes. Jayne examined herself in the mirror, her breasts clearly visible under the straining material and the dark triangle of her pubic hair contrasting against her light skin, enhanced by the aqua-marine netting.

Jayne set off for Deco's bar stopping now and then to let a small spurt of pee run down her legs to ensure that they were coated as much as possible with her pheromones, allowing just enough time for them to dry before stopping to pee again. Jayne was truly a stunning sight to see barely concealed beneath her dress and walking with great poise in her high heels which had elevated her height to a giantess's six foot eight.

In the entrance to the bar Jayne let out a final spurt of pee, this time not just coating her legs again but running over her shoes and soaking into the door mat, if pheromones really worked then it was hers that would be detected first.

Jayne walked slowly through the bar, aware of all the eyes that were fixed upon her and perched on a stool at the dark end of the bar. With her legs crossed and fully exposed through the slit in the front of her dress, her back turned slightly towards the bar, the skirt of her dress hanging down off of the side of the stool between the stool and the bar she sat and pondered the excitement of being just one spurt away from the inevitable humiliation that she would feel when it was time to leave.

Phillip the barman came over to her and lined up three large glasses of water with a twist of lemon on the side.

"Compliments of the house as usual." Said Phillip. "How are you this evening Jayne?"

"Very well thank you, but I'm dying for a wee." Jayne replied with her usual response to Phillips question and a cheeky smile.

With that Jayne let loose the first spurt of pee through her dress into the cushion of the stool. Just a small one at first to wet the fabric - too much while the stool was still dry would just run off and splatter on to the floor. Jayne made short work of the water and Phillip kept lining more glasses up as Jayne finished them. At every sip Jayne would release another spurt until she could feel the pee flowing out each time she moved on the stool as she became temporarily incontinent, the pee having saturated the cushion and now invisibly trickling down the legs of the stool and the back of her skirt to soak into the carpet. Jayne would have to move carefully now that her dress was soaked, she would have to remain on the stool in the dimly lit part of the bar for the rest of the evening.

Jayne was surprised, by now someone had usually shown some interest in her, after all it was why Phillip put up with her wetting, good looking single women in the bar will always attract more customers. Perhaps someone had seen her wetting, as she looked around the bar there were still a lot of pairs of eyes fixed on her, it was more likely that her poise, elegance and confidence (it takes quite a bit of confidence to do what Jayne does and wear what Jayne wears after all) was putting the men off.

"Phillip, come round here and chat me up a minute will you?"

"Hold on, I'll be right with you." Said Phillip as he quickly finished serving a customer, went round to the front of the bar and sat on the stool next to Jayne.

"What's up?" Phillip enquired.

"I think I am being ignored." Replied Jayne.

"Don't be impatient, it's still not eight o'clock yet, stop worrying, I'd shag you myself if I wasn't gay!”

With that Phillip went back behind the bar and a smartly dressed man took his seat next to Jayne.

Jayne re-crossed her legs giving the businessman a clear view of her bush before it became partly obscured again by the aqua-marine netting, and pulled her shoulders back to stretch the material over her breasts.

"Hello, I'm Jayne." Jayne introduced herself while forcibly emptying her bladder into the stool.

The businessman replied. "I'm Kevin, What can I get you to drink?"

"Same again please, PHILLIP!" Called Jayne as she beckoned the barman over and pointed towards Kevin.

Kevin ordered a lager and 'the same again for the lady' and they chatted for a while. Jayne soon ascertained that Kevin was staying at the hotel round the corner. The bar was quite noisy and Kevin suggested that they go and sit at a quiet table in the corner.

"I can't." Whispered Jayne, adding "I've wet myself and I think it shows, I am going to have to sit here until I leave."

Jayne swivelled round slightly letting Kevin have a glimpse of the lower half of her dress, the dark streaks now consuming almost all of the aqua-marine material of the skirt.

Jayne watched Kevin’s crotch intently, and the bulge started to expand, a result thought Jayne, he's turned on, now it's time to move. Jayne quickly drunk down two glasses of water and suggested to Kevin that perhaps they should leave before she makes a puddle on the floor.

Kevin settled the bill leaving Phillip a generous tip while Jayne gently slid off of the bar stool, simultaneously letting go of her pee.

"Whoops, too late." She said to Kevin as she stood by the stool with her hand pressed into the front of her dress, still peeing and making a sizable wet patch on the front of her dress. "let’s go." She added.

Jayne turned to Phillip and winked before leading her conquest through the bar like a puppy taking great delight in displaying her wetness to everyone in the bar. What a shame she could not do this all the time, aqua marine was definitely her favourite colour; it comes in so many shades.

Phillip moved quickly to get Jayne’s stool round the back to dry as Kevin and Jayne set off the hundred or so yards to the hotel.

"I need to wee again." Announced Jayne after about fifty yards.

"You should have gone before we left." Suggested Kevin, stating what he thought to be obvious.

"I did - look at me - I'm all wet, well I suppose a bit more won't make any difference." Said Jayne as she stood with her legs apart just enough to provide the full watering can rose effect.

Peeing hard both the front and back of her dress as well as her legs and feet became drenched as she announced. "It feels nice and warm."

There was no need to economise here, Jayne estimated that her stomach must still contain at least two pints of water so she emptied out completely. Jayne sensed Kevin’s impatience, confirmed by the bulge in his trousers, and with her skirt still dripping they walked on.

At the hotel they went round to the side entrance and went in the lift straight up to Kevin’s suite. All the time now Jayne felt a constant incontinent trickle running down her legs.

They entered Kevin’s suite and Kevin left Jayne standing by the desk just inside the door of the lounge as he rushed to the bedroom to remove his clothes. After thirty seconds Kevin returned to the lounge, substantially erect. Jayne was now standing in a small dark, damp patch on the beige carpet as her trickling continued. Kevin pushed his hands through the slit in the front of Jayne’s dress, grabbed Jayne by the hips and lifted her onto the desk. He slid his hands down to behind her knees and lifted them up high exposing her most intimate area before entering her with considerable force. After a few thrusts they both climaxed together and it was over, Kevin standing motionless in a rigid embrace with Jayne glad of the support now that she had turned to jelly inside still peeing in spurts as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued.

 

As the flow of pee subsided Kevin carried Jayne into the bedroom and laid her down in the bed. He tucked her carefully under the duvet, still fully clothed in her soaking dress and shoes, then joined her, embracing her from behind with his right hand firmly clamped onto her right breast. They both went off to sleep straight away.

Jayne was awoken twice during the night feeling a 'rod of iron' thrusting from behind. Each time she climaxed simultaneously with Kevin, and as she convulsed in orgasm she released her bladder in ecstasy, the warm pee jetting between her thighs and pooling around her before soaking into her dress and the unprotected bed below

- o - o - o -

 

 

 

Chapter 5 - The next morning

 

When Kevin awoke he was left with the memory of the night before and a now very wet bed. Jayne of course was nowhere to be seen. She had woken with the dawn chorus and just in time remembered that she was not in her own bed and resisted the temptation to dispose of her 'overnight' pee in the usual manner in the bed.

Her urge to pee was as strong as ever so she quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom where she drunk down four small glasses of water. Jayne quickly penned a 'J' decorated with some 'X's on to piece of notepaper, placing it on the bedside table before leaving.

Savouring the stickiness of the cum that would be running down her legs for the next few hours Jayne was thankful that Kevin had not used a condom, her skirt, now cold and clammy on her legs, reminding her of what fun a one night stand can be if it all goes to plan.

As she waited for the lift the pressure in Jayne’s bladder increased, not because it was full but because it was getting used to being emptied regularly. When the lift arrived Jayne resisted the urge to fill the lift because the state of her skirt would be a dead giveaway to anyone getting in. Instead Jayne left the hotel and headed straight for the adjacent park.

At five o'clock in the morning the park can be quite pleasant and better still she was almost certain to have it to herself. Jayne sat down on a bench, sat back, stretched and peed through her dress. It was nice to be able to enjoy the first morning pee for a change. So often Jayne was still almost asleep and just peed on autopilot but today she could enjoy the feeling as the warmth flowed over her clitoris and pooled around her bottom before flowing out through the still damp silk, running between the slats of the bench and splattering in a puddle on the hard ground below. Jayne savoured the musky aroma for a few minutes as her warm pee steamed around her in the cool morning air before again she set off for home.

As she walked along the almost deserted streets she held her head up high and smiled at the milkman, postman and assorted other early morning trades, completely aware of the state of her now drying dress which gave the impression of having been slept in. With the unmistakable greenish concentric pee stained patches on the back of her skirt it made her proud to be a feminine anarchist.

When Jayne returned home her neighbour Jean was getting the milk in.

"Good night then last night?" Enquired Jean who had seen Jayne arrive home in this unkempt condition too many times now to remember.

"Very satisfying Jean, yes very nice indeed." Replied Jayne stopping to talk as she let out a steady stream which flowed gently down her left leg and into her left shoe accompanied by a hissing sound.

Jean looked down to Jayne’s feet and saw the puddle appearing on the pavement but made no comment, this was not unusual but seeing Jayne perform such a brazen act of urination still made Jean’s juices flow even though her strict upbringing made her unwilling to act on it.

As Jean’s eyes again made contact with Jayne, Jayne winked and exclaimed. "Ahhh, that feels good, such relief." As she turned to go inside, knowing that it would play on Jean’s mind that she must be missing out on something.

Once inside Jayne went upstairs pondering how long it would be before Jean became a convert to feminine anarchy.

In her room Jayne checked the clock and confirmed that it was still too early to go to work. She filled four large glasses with water and took them over to the settee on a tray. Jayne sat down and turned on the television to watch the remainder of the 05:30 breakfast news and slowly drank down the water letting the occasional spurt out as she drunk, inspired by the sticky substances still oozing out of her fanny.

The news finished and Jayne took her empty tray of glasses over to the sink before sitting on the now dry bed to take off her shoes. Jayne stood up and removed her still damp dress and naked again she put her dress in the linen basket and went over to the wardrobe. Today was a nice warm day so Jayne chose a white flared mini skirt with large pleats, short white bra-top and a pair of white high heeled sandals. Jayne stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and fastened the zip, pulled on the bra top and again sat on the bottom of her bed as she put on her shoes pausing briefly between the left and right shoes to empty her bladder.

Back into her normal routine Jayne had her breakfast and made her way to the bus stop. Today she was first at the bus stop but did not pee straight away, instead waiting for Sharron to arrive and Savouring the still increasing sticky sensation that was tingling her inner thighs right down to her knees.

In due course Sharron arrived. Sharron was wearing a smart black suit with a knee length skirt and court shoes and was clearly much better prepared for a wetting than normal although the weather was not suited to wearing black.

Jayne stood facing Sharron, with her legs tight together and her left knee bent slightly forward she gently opened the valve. This was the first time that Sharron had actually seen Jayne pee at the bus stop and she was quite intrigued to see the pee cascading down Jayne’s legs and over her shoes. Sharron had only peed either sitting down or standing with her legs apart allowing a stream to fall unimpeded between her feet. Sharron had already pre-empted the inevitable wetting that she would do at the bus stop and had spurted three times into her knickers even before she left home. Sharron was definitely in the mood to thoroughly wet herself but how? Sharron had just expected to stand with her legs apart and pee on the ground but Jayne did it differently, why did she let the pee run down her legs like that, it wasn't necessary. Sharron’s only memory of pee running down her legs was wetting herself when she was younger, the dread as the pee ran down her legs as she held her legs tight together with her hand wedged firmly in her crotch trying to stem the flow. Jayne was smiling so she must be enjoying the sensation. It could do no harm to try so Sharron stood facing Jayne, Jayne’s flow still continuing and with her legs tight together Sharron began to pee, a single spurt at first just moistening her knickers again before the flow started properly, first down her left leg running behind her knee then down both legs quickly filling her shoes.

"Morning Sharron." Said Jayne, her gentle flow continuing to trickle down her legs.

"Good morning Jayne, It does feel good to just let the pee run down my legs, the way it caresses my thighs, ooooooh! It didn't feel like that before when I wet myself by accident." Said Sharron.

"It does feel good, that’s why more and more women are giving up using toilets for peeing, there's just no point in messing about going to the loo just to miss out on such wonderful sensations." Replied Jayne as her flow began to subside.

"however do you stop people seeing your wet knickers with a skirt that short?" Enquired Sharron.

Jayne reached down to the hem of her pleated mini skirt and lifted it up to show Sharron that she did not wear anything under her skirt to cover her abundant bush.

"It's easy." Said Jayne. "If you don't wear knickers no-one will see them wet, if someone gets a glimpse up my skirt they might think that I am wearing black knickers or a G-string unless I want them to see that I am bare."

Sharron was dumfounded, she always wore much longer skirts and was constantly aware that she was inadvertently flashing her invariably white knickers all the time. It was something else to try, but she would have to forego the constant stimulation that her damp gusset gave her, perhaps it would be compensated for by the increased number of opportunities that would be available to her if she did not have to worry about wet knickers. Sharron began to count the number of times that she had wanted to wet herself but had declined because wet knickers would have caused a problem. At least today she was wearing her black suit; in this heat she would be glad of the constant dampness in her skirt to keep her cool.

- o - o - o -

Make the most of miniskirt week - they will all be back to jeans and leggings again for the next 51 weeks.

 

Never understand why not wear short skirts all year round. I have a miniskirted outfit for all weathers!

 

PP

I have always preferred to use the 'pee at seat' service and let it soak through my skirt into the cushion when possible. So much more convenient!

I always like tasteful pictures of everyday activities where a glimpse up a skirt is perfectly natural.

 

 

Well, I suppose not everyone plays the cello every day, but...