Paulypeeps

Not sure this would work in real life, but in fiction perhaps. "Hi, I saw you the other day, I would recognise that smile anywhere. Would you like to sit on my lap - I'm going to East Croydon."

I love spandex, because I can pee through it when I am out, and as soon as I stop peeing nothing shows. I like fishnet stockings too so that I can pee down my legs without anything being visible.

Peeing while chatting in the pub, and while eating in a restaurant is rather fun.

The girls go to Cambridge for their interviews and mum and Collette make it a day out.

Part 32
 

Collette was making love to me when I heard mum come in with the tea. Collette just carried on while mum put the cups down on my bedside table before taking Erica's round to her side. Mum woke Erica.

"One." Said Erica.

I was just starting to orgasm so had a bit of trouble speaking clearly. "Thhh. Th. Th. Thr. Thrrrr. Thrrrrr. Threeeeeeeeeeeee."

I finally got it out.

Mum clapped and left us to drink our tea.

I decided to do my morning pee laying down with Collette's dick still inside me. I reached behind and held Collette until I had finished peeing.

Collette pulled out and she sat up, and Erica and I did the same.

I heard Erica start to pee, and as I handed Collette her tea I saw the wetness start to appear on the duvet over Collette's lap as she too emptied her morning pee in to the bed.

Mum had woken us up early so that we could spend an extra half an hour getting ready before breakfast. It does not matter how much time we have it never seems to be enough.

We had done Collette as well and we all looked quite presentable in our suits by the time mum called us down for breakfast.

As usual we all went in to the lounge. Mum was there wearing a just above the knee tartan skirt, grey blouse, and a red jacket that picked out one of the reds in the tartan. Dad was already there too.

Erica and I sat either end of the sofa, but mum went and sat in her own chair for a change.

Dad started unzipping and spoke. "Girls, today you need to create a good impression, so you don't want to be smelling of my pee, it is time for you to wet yourselves..."

Dad got his dick out and stood in front of mum and started to pee in to her lap.

Dad continued. "...Today you need to wet your own skirts so that you are spreading your own pheromones. Later you can pee down your legs too to wet your stockings..."

Dad continued to pee in to mum's lap painting the front of her skirt wet.

Dad continued. "...I want to see nice wet patches on the sofa."

Erica and I needed no prompting. Straight away I just relaxed and peed, and I heard Erica do the same.

I had just started when Collette sat down between us. She immediately started to make a fountain in the front of her skirt that made a little shiny pool that soaked away to nothing as her flow waned.

It seemed funny sitting on the sofa before breakfast with the front my skirt all dry and respectable. I pulled the front of my skirt tight to emphasise it. It felt even funnier being told to wet myself.

I savoured wetting myself, trying to make it last as long as possible.

Dad finished painting mum's skirt with pee and mum got straight up. Her skirt did not look noticably wet from the front but it had soaked a lot of pee and pee was dripping from the hem on to mum's feet and the carpet. When mum turned and went to the kitchen there was a noticable dark patch on the back where dad's pee had soaked through leaving the rest light.

Mum called as she went in to the kitchen. "Come and get your breakfast."

Dad watched as we stood up. "Good girls." He said seeing the wet patches on the sofa.

We had plenty of tea and orange juice with our breakfast, so when we had finished and were standing up dad said. "Don't forget to pee down your legs."

I already needed to pee again, so I just did it there and then. I relaxed and let my pee run down my legs and in my shoes, and I looked down to watch it soak away in to the dining room carpet.

I was holding everyone up. Mum said. "Come on girls, we can't stand here all day."

I just said. "Hold on a minute I'm peeing down my legs."

Dad smiled and said. "Good girls." before leaving for work.

I finished peeing and walked out in to the hall, but Erica and Collette had started to pee down their legs too so were still peeing.

I lifted the front of my skirt to inspect my fishnet stockings, but there was nothing to see - just a few droplets of pee on my shoes.

Just as Erica and Collette had finished peeing and they emerged from the dining room mum came out of the kitchen with a picnic bag of drinks and snacks. The wet patch on the back of mum's skirt was no longer noticable.

We all made our way to the bus stop just in time as the bus arrived.

Having just peed in the dining room we had not needed to pee at the bus stop or on the bus. It felt a bit strange not peeing on the bus.

The timing worked well at the station too. We just arrived in time to get straight on the train, no time for a coffee in the station buffet.

The train was nearly empty so we pretty much had a whole coach to ourselves. We sat down in a bay, I sat next to Erica and Collette sat next to mum.

The train had barely started moving when when mum started to fidgit a bit.

Erica noticed. "Are you alright?" She asked mum.

Mum said. "I should have peed a little on the platform - or worn a black skirt."

Collette helpfully suggested. "You could go to the toilet."

Erica was more practical. "Or you could stand and pee down your legs."

Mum said. "I don't want to make a puddle."

Mum fidgited for a few more seconds. "I don't care, I guess my skirt will be dry by the time we get to Cambridge."

Before mum had finished speaking there was a hissing coming from mum's lap muffled by the heavy tartan fabric.

Collette noticed and a bulge started to form in her skirt.

While still peeing mum looked towards Collette's lap and said. "One of you will have to help with that."

Erica was sitting opposite Collette so she immediately stood up and went to Collette. Erica pushed Collette's skirt back allowing her dick to spring up. Erica carefully knelt astride Collette and lowered herself down on to Collette's dick.

The action of the train over the bumpy track soon had Collette ejaculating in to Erica. Collette had a firm hold of Erica's hips.

Erica remained in place for a short while, gently gyrating her hips, enjoying Collette's now shrinking dick for as long as possible.

Still kneeling astride Collette Erica announced. "I think I will pee too."

There was a hiss as Erica started to pee on Collette's lap.

Mum warned Erica. "You need to save some to pee down your legs."

I said. "There is plenty of time, you have some drink?"

Mum passed me a can of cola, then passed one to Erica too. Erica stayed astride Collette as she drunk her cola.

I decided to pee too and let my pee soak gently through my skirt in to the seat. It was nice and warm.

Erica finished her cola and returned to her seat. Mum gave Collette a can of cola too.

By the time we got to Cambridge Mum's skirt had dried enough that you could not see a wet patch. I felt it and it was still a little damp to touch.

We walked to Parker's Piece and had our picnic there. We washed down our cornish pasties with small cartons of orange juice then had a packet of crisps with a can of Tango.

We had plenty of time so sat and waited for the drink to make its way to our bladders.

Collette filled up first having not peed on the train. "I'm going to pee now." She said.

Mum suggested. "Pee on my legs Collette, after all you are supposed to be chaperoning me today.

Mum just stood up in front of the bench we were sitting on, and Collette stood facing her. Collette discretly lifted the front of her skirt enough to free her dick and started to pee on mum's legs - twisting slightly so that both her legs were coated evenly.

When Collette had finished she and mum sat down again.

Eventualy it was time to go so we walked to the college. Erica's interview was straight after mine so we did not mess about and decided to go in together - Erica could wait.

Mum reminded us. "Legs!" she said.

Erica and I stepped on to the grass outside the college and we both peed gently down our legs soaking our stockings and shoes.

Mum said. "Good girls."

When we had finished peeing mum told us. "I will take Collette to the botanic gardens. Meet us there when you have done."

Erica and I went in and we were directed to a waiting area. They must have been running late because there were several prospective students there and they all got called in before us.

After about a forty minute wait the receptionist called. "Astrid Brown."

I got up and was directed to a room along a corridor. I stepped inside and was told to sit by the smiling man behind a desk.

As I sat I felt a tingle in my bladder. I was not desperate or anything, but just knew that my bladder was beginning to fill again.

I saw the man shuffling the folders in front of him, checking the photos on the front to try and work out if I was Astrid or Erica.

I put him out of his misery and said. "I'm Astrid, Erica is next."

He replied. "Excellent."

Hi discarded Erica's folder and started looking at mine.

"Oh, Hi Miss Brown, I am Doctor Phelps."

I would have felt more comfortable if he had called me Astrid. Doctor Phelps continued to look at my folder, and I felt a tingle in my bladder again.

Because Erica would be coming in next I decided to just relax my bladder and pee on the chair. I knew that Erica would not mind sitting on a wet chair, especially knowing that I had made it wet. I peed gently so as to not make any noise and felt comforted by the warmth soaking through my skirt in to the thin cushion.

I was still peeing when Doctor Phelps asked me the first question. "Why would you like to study at Talbot college?"

It was one of the questions we had practiced - I was on a roll.

My flow waned as I started to answer. It was an unexpected luxury to be sitting in a warm wet seat while being interviewed.

It seemed to go very quickly. In no time Doctor Phelps thanked me for coming, and rose to shake my hand. I wanted to know what I had done to the light striped upholstery on the chair but did not look down to see, I just exited saying. "I will send in Erica."

I went back to the waiting area and told Erica. "It is your turn, Doctor Phelps, room 2-53 down that corridor." I added in a whisper. "It is the room with a wet chair."

I playfuly patted my wet bottom. Erica touched it too to confirm that my black skirt was wet before heading down the corridor.

I sat alone in the waiting area and waited for Erica. It seemed that Erica had longer than me, but it was probably just a perception. I did not time her.

Erica returned. We thanked the receptionist and made our way to the botanic gardens.

I asked Erica. "Did you like the wet seat?"

Erica said. "It was cold, I had to warm it up."

We both laughed and then compared questions. Erica had some questions the same and some different. Doctor Phelps must have got bored of Erica giving very similar answers to me.

We found mum and Collette in a greenhouse. Mum had aquired some cummy streaks on her stockings between her knees.

"How did it go?" Mum asked.

Erica answered. "Astrid peed on the chair." Adding. "And so did I."

I added more relevent detail. "I think Doctor Phelps liked us."

Mum smiled. "It sounds like you presented him with plenty of pheromones. Good girls. Let us celebrate with coffee and cake."

We found the garden café. Mum suggested that we go inside since it was very busy on the terrace. I thought that it would be easier to hide puddles inside too.

Mum and I went to the counter while Erica and Collette found a nice table in the corner by a window. Mum chose for Collette while I chose for Erica. We were not very imaginative taking four giant cappacinos and four slices of coffee and walnut cake to the table.

I sat next to Collette and mum sat next to Erica. As soon as mum sat down I heard muffled hissing again. I distributed the cake while mum placed the coffees. After about fifteen seconds I heard drips start to patter on the floor between mum's feet. Mum made no attempt to catch the drips with her feet, she just picked up her fork and started to eat her cake as the drips from the hem of her skirt escalated to a trickle and the muffled hiss continued.

I looked at Erica, and Erica looked at me. We both shrugged.

I cut a piece of my cake with my fork and relaxed my bladder. I peed gently so as to not make any sound and tucked my foot under my chair to catch the inevitable overflow. My skirt became instantly warm as my pee had no where to go on the hard chair. My suit skirt was much thinner fabric than mum's skirt so it was just a few seconds before I felt the trickle of pee on the back of my calf. I heard hissing from the direction of Erica's lap too.

I whispered to Collette. "You can pee too now if you want, we are all peeing already."

Collete needed no further prompting. I could see out of the corner of my eye a small fountain erupting from the small bulge in the front of her suit skirt. It landed and made a shiny puddle about 30mm from the hem before increasing to more of a geyser, pattering on the underside of the table.

I looked at Erica and Erica looked at me and again we both shrugged, then we both popped another forkful of cake in to our mouths as Collette's pee started to splash on my knees and ankles as it soaked everything under the table.

I think Collette's pee had even made its way on to mum's feet. "Collette, they don't take cash in here - I had to pay by card. Please try and be a bit discreet. It is me that is wearing an obviously wet skirt here." She said.

As I reached for my coffee I discreetly glanced at the floor. The puddle had already started to spread beyond the table. Fortunately the floor was beige and our pee still quite dilute so it could have been spilled water. I tapped my foot on the floor and could tell by the way it splashed that between us we had made quite a deep puddle.

Mum's pattering on the floor had turned to a splasshing now. She must have finished peeing because the muffled hiss had ceased, but her heavy woollen skirt must have soaked up a lot of pee that was still running on to the floor.

Collette apeared to have difficulty moderating her flow as I could still feel splashes on my knees from where her pee was hitting the underside of the table. I think that Erica had finished peeing, unsurprising since she must have been peeing much harder than me.

I took a sip of my coffee and continued to enjoy my pee trickling off of my chair on to the back of my leg and warming my foot in my shoe.

With all our coffee drunk, cake eaten, and bladders emptied, mum suggested. "Since my skirt is still very wet, Astrid perhaps you would like to get another round of coffee?"

I took the card that mum handed me, gathered up the empty plates and cups on to the tray, and took the tray back to the counter, concious that I was leaving a trail of wet footprints away from our table.

I got the four white americanos and presented the card to pay, and no one questioned that I was not mum as the contactless transaction went through.

As I carried the tray of coffees back to the table I got to see the full extent of the puddle that now for some reason pretty much just surrounded my chair and the central table leg.

I put the tray of coffees down on the table and sat down, my shoes splashing in the puddle.

"We certainly stuck it to the patriarchy today." I told mum.

Mum and Erica smiled. Erica explained it to Collette.

We stretched out drinking our coffee as long as possible to give mum's skirt a chance to dry a bit, and then I took the the tray of empty cups back so the staff would not have to come and get them. I noticed that the hem at the back of my skirt was still wet as it brushed my legs, and that there were a few drops of pee on my seat when I got back.

I sat back down and suggested perhaps we might like to enjoy the view out the window for a bit to give mum's skirt a chance to dry a bit more.

We sat and chatted about the interviews for fifteen minutes, then mum said. "We can't sit here all day, dry or wet I will have to get up at some point.

I got up first, noticing that the puddle had spread a bit further behind my chair. Then mum got up and I inspected the back of her skirt. While it was still quite wet to the touch it did not look noticably wet, there was no tide mark between the wet and dry areas.

I told mum. "Just the cummy marks between your knees now, you should have saved some pee to wash your legs."

Mum said. "Shush!"

I led the way out, wanting to get as far away from the puddle as possible.

It was a nice day so we spent a further hour looking round. I especially enjoyed the fen part with dragon flies that landed on my hand.

Eventually we had to go home so that mum could prepeare dinner. We walked to the station and there was a train waiting so we got straight on. It was a bit busier than in the morning, but we still had a bay to ourselves. We sat down and almost straight away we were all peeing on the seat. Collette was making a tiny fountain that was making the front of her skirt shiny, and mum was making a muffled hiss again, but Erica and I were just peeing full blast and making a normal hissing sound as our pee soaked our skirts and seats.

We had all finished peeing by the time the train moved off. It did not take long though before the rocking of the train had an effect on Collette as a bulge started to appear. This time it was my turn to sit astride Collette's lap as her dick slid effortlessly inside me.

Sex on the train was suprisingly good. The random rocking and collette sinking in to the upholstery and thrusting back up made some very pleasant stimulation of my G-spot as well as my clitoris. I started to orgasm quite a while before Collette, and was probably making quite a noise while I was completely oblivious to being on the train with other passengers.

Eventually I felt Collette start to spasm and tried to force her dick deep inside me.

It really was the best sex I had ever had. It took me a while to regain my composure, but I knew it was the right time to pee. With Collette's slightly softening dick still inside me I relaxed and just peed full blast, feeling my pee splash back from Collette's skirt on to my thighs.

After a few seconds my pee started run off of the seat and I heard it trickling on to the floor. I did not care, it felt good so I continued.

When my pee flow stopped I squeezed my bladder to see if there was any more, then hugged Collette, nearly squeezing the life out of her.

We stayed like that for a few minutes until I started to feel my knees complaining.

I climbed off of Collette and returned to my seat.

Mum said to Collette. "See, I told you it would work. It is good to make girls cum like that."

I was pleased that mum had been coaching Collette, and that would explain why mum had so much cum running down her legs. I was feeling very gooey now down below.

We all sat quietly on the train. Just before our stop I heard mum making a muffled pee sound as she wet her skirt. I was a little surprised that she was peeing knowing that her skirt would be obviously wet, but she did not seem to care. I peed too, but just gently so that all my pee would warm my seat nicely for the last few minutes.

I had not noticed Erica peeing but her seat was wetter than mine. We all left wet patches on the train seats. Mum did have a noticable dark patch on the back of her skirt, and she must have known that but did not care.

We got home without any of us peeing on the bus, but mum's skirt now looked dry so the bus seat must have wicked away some of her pee.

Erica, Collette and I sat on the sofa watching pointless while mum prepared dinner and brought us cups of tea. Collette was wondering if Keele would be like Cambridge.

I felt a tingle in my bladder so I just peed gently on the sofa.

Dad came in and we had dinner. Dad wanted to hear about Cambridge so Erica and I filled him in on what the university was like, while mum told him what Collette had learned about stimulating women in the botanical gardens and how she was now getting quite good at it.

It had felt like a long day so Collette, Erica and I went up to our room. We all just climbed in to bed and sat up - fully dressed including our shoes.

I had liked the way that Collette made a fountain in the front of her skirt. It was something that Erica and I could not do. I pulled back the duvet and asked Collette to pee a fountain through her skirt so that I could watch. Collette carefully positioned her dick and placed her skirt over it and started to pee making a nice fountain that went almost straight up. She carefully repositioned herself so that the fountain landed just behind where it was coming from so that it made a lovely shiny pool.

I leaned over to try and touch the fountain with my tongue, but we all burst in to a fit of giggles and the fountain of pee went everywhere.

Collette carried on peeing until she was empty, and I peed too. The bed was deliciously wet where we were sitting.

Collette was in the mood for sex. She did not say anything, I think fearing unfounded rejection, but she just reached down between my legs pressing my skirt in to my crotch and encouraged me to lay down on my side. I laid down knowing what was to come and as expected Collette wriggled my skirt up and inserted from behind.

I was not sure whether Collette had forgotton what mum had taught her - or if my previous experience was down to the train, but I had not orgasmed by the time Collette ejaculated in to me. It was much like the quick sex we normally have in bed at night.

I did not bother sitting up again. I probably should have to fully enjoy sitting in the wetness of the bed, but I just laid on my back feeling the wetness under my shoulders where I had been sitting and peeing earlier and feeling my skirt start to cool. Collette stayed laying down too.

I asked Erica. "Since you have not snuggled down yet, can you get me a drink. I want to pee again and warm my skirt up."

Erica said nothing and slipped out of bed. She returned a few minutes later with three pint glasses filled with orange juice and lemonade. She slipped back in to bed and passed out the glasses. Collette and I remained laying down as we drunk ours while Erica drunk hers sitting.

When we finished drinking Erica gathered up the glasses and returned them to the tray and snuggled down with us.

"I'm warming my skirt now." Said Erica, rubbing in that she still had some pee left.

It was about a half hour later that my bladder felt full enough to do a meaningful pee. I wanted to warm my feet too so keeping my feet together I moved my knees as far apart as they would go, given how restricting my skirt was, and started to pee. I lifted my knees until I felt a jet of pee on my feet and let it play there for about twenty seconds to get my feet and shoes lovely and wet. I then let my knees down and enjoyed the lovely warmth of my pee soaking my skirt.

We just lay there in silence. I was just thinking how luxurious it was to just lie there and to pee in my best suit and to enjoy the resulting warmth.

We must have been quiet because mum brought us our Horlicks quite early. We drunk our Horlicks laying down and as soon as we had finished and Erica turned out the light Collette decided to have a go with Erica. Erica seemed to be getting more stimulation than I got, but it might have just been that Collette was taking longer.

I peed again until I was empty to warm my skirt and went to sleep.

The girls prepare for their university interviews and practice discreet peeing.

Part 31

 

We made it home without any further excitement.

As soon as we got indoors mum reminded us. "You are going to Cambridge tomorrow for your university interviews." Mum added. "I will come with you to make a day of it, and Collette can come too. Make sure your suits are presentable."

We went upstairs and checked our suits. They looked O.K. I pressed my nose to my suit skirt and could smell the subtle musky aroma of dried pee. I tried to remember if it was Dad's or Collette's, but I guess it would smell the same either way.

We did not bother changing and went downstairs to watch Pointless before dinner.

Mum called us to the dining room. While mum was dishing up I decided to practice peeing discreetly. If I wanted to wet myself all the time at university I would have to get very good at discreet peeing. I relaxed and let out the tiniest tricklenoticing that it took quite a few seconds of peeing before I started to feel my damp school uniform skirt start to warm up as I wet it. I carefully tucked my feet under my chair so that as I filled the seat cushion my pee would discreetly overflow on to the back of my legs.

It was hard to maintain such a slow trickle. I felt it stop a couple of times and had to restart. It was around two minutes before I felt the first drops of pee silently drip on to the back of my legs.

I peed a little harder, hoping it would still be silent. I could not hear anything, not even a faint hiss. The drips quickly increased into a trickle on the back of my legs which felt nice and I felt my pee starting to fill my shoes.

Everyone was now served so I started to eat, moving very carefully so as not to interrupt the flow. I did not want to have to stop and restart and risk making a noise.

It took about another minute until I felt the flow stop. I relaxed a bit more to make sure it was all, and then gently tried to squeeze out the last of my pee. I was chuffed that I had manged to completely empty silently without even Erica noticing that I was peeing.

It was not long before I heard the familiar hiss from Erica's direction, quickly followed by the sound of pee trickling on to the carpet from Collette's leather skirt. I smiled first at Erica and then at Collette.

After dinner we grabbed a two litre bottle of cola from the fridge and took glasses upstairs.

We all sat up on the bed with with our legs stretched out in front of us, Collette in the middle with a list of sample interview questions.

Erica asked the first question though. "Astrid, why did you not pee with us at the dining table?"

I explained. "I did pee, I just wanted to try being discreet for a change. It worked. I was peeing for several minutes and completely emptied out."

Erica acknowledged my acheivement. "Cool." She said.

Erica had the drink so she poured out the cola and passed the glasses along. We sipped the cola while Collette asked the questions to us alternately and we bumbled through the answers, collette correcting us with how we should be answering.

After about three quarters of an hour we had each drunk two glasses of cola each and I was ready to pee again. This time I announced that I was going to pee discreetly.

I tried to relax just the right amount to pee silently and felt my skirt start to warm under my bottom. I had managed to pee a bit harder this time but I was still peeing silently. This time there was no stop and start, my pee just flowed out nicely and felt lovely as it soaked through my skirt in to the duvet.

It only took a couple of minutes before I was empty this time. I announced. "Done!"

Erica and Collette chorused. "Cool."

Erica said. "Me now then."

Collette resumed asking a question.

Collette had just finished asking when Erica called. "Done!" And answered the question to Collette's satisfaction.

I noticed that Erica had been a lot quicker than me. I commented. "That was quick, you only took a minute."

Collette said. "Cool."

Collette then started to pee. A jet of pee shot out from under her skirt towards the foot of the bed.

Erica said. "Pee on us, you can't be discreet in that skirt."

Collette stopped peeing and reached down and pulled the hem of her leather skirt back exposing her dick. She held her dick pointing it up in the air and resumed peeing - moving the jet from side to side so that it landed alternately in my lap and Ericas, splashing on Collette's leather skirt in between.

Collette was soon empty. She had just peed full blast making her jet go nearly a metre in to the air before it pattered down on our skirts which were now adequately soaked. I was sitting in a very wet patch and my wet skirt was clinging to me all around.

Erica turned on the television, so we decided it was time to stop the quizzing. We passed our glasses to Erica to be refilled. She divided the remaining cola in to three equal amounts and we drunk it straight down.

We finished or drinks and sat for a while letting our pee soak away in to the bed before we got undressed, washed and climbed in to the very wet bed to continue watching television. The wetness soon soaked in to my nightie.

Collette started to become erect so Erica laid down so that Collette could make love to her. Mum must have heard them orgasming together because soon after she brought up our Horlicks.

We watched another episode of "Stranger things" with our Horlicks then snuggled down to go to sleep.

Putting the right amount of detail in, and relevent detail, can be a very hard call. Some people find too much detail a turn off - it delays getting to the nitty-gritty, and some need extra detail to set the scene.

If you write from your true experience no one ever believes it, the made up is often more believable!

3 hours ago, WillAndSarah said:

Wow! We've been looking for a third partner who loves piss as much as we do; the thought of seeing you standing there at the bar, piss running down your legs and into your...... what would it be? Stockings? Boots? Well, just running down your inner thighs - that's enough to get us going! REALLY hot for us!

She is amazed that you'd really do this. While we have lots of extremely wet and pissy sex, peeing while out & about, and especially in public places, is something she's very much still warming up to; she's never released anything more than a few drops while out where other people might be able to see.

How did you work up the courage? Will you let it all out, leaving puddles behind, or are you more reserved, so as not to be noticed? What did it feel like to do that? Is this something you do often? We're so curious!

Happy pissing! ❤️

I like to be discreet so that I can get away with doing it often. I don't want to get banned from my favourite pub that I like to visit two or three times a week! I wear open heels and fishnet stockings so that if I pee gently down my legs there is nothing to see when I am standing on carpet. If I am on a hard surface I just step away from the puddle when I am done and it is just another spilt drink to whoever mops up. I will typically drink two to four pints of cola in the pub, and I will never vist the ladies room so it will all end up on the floor or in the upholstery (stay till closing time and the seat will be dry before the pub opens up again!)

I started wetting in public by accident, I peed outside once and inadvertently soaked my stockings, and found that when I went in the pub all the pee drained out of my stockings and soaked in to the carpet making it squishy - I just realised that a bit more pee won't hurt, and that was the start. I just tucked my legs under the seat and peed on the back of my legs when I wanted to pee for the rest of the evening - the carpet was already wet, my stockings were already wet, and there was nothing to see! Fishnet stockings really are a wonder garment.

I got more comfortable with properly wetting myself by going to the cinema and letting my pee soak through my skirt in to the seat, and going clubbing where it is dark. It is a great way to build confidence. Over the years I have mastered the art of misdirection - the girl checking her phone or reading the ingredients or looking at the menu is never going to be thought of as a girl deliberately wetting herself!

I always wet myself all the time when I go out. I dress to wet so that I can get away with it. There is no way that I will pee in a toilet.

It feels very liberating, the freedom to just pee whan I want to pee is great, and it is especially nice to be doing it when others are close by and I am chatting, and I never get tired of feeling the warmth whether running down my legs or soaking in to the upholstery and carressing my bottom.

PP

I generally prefer to just wet the seat I am sitting on, but I have sat on the edge of the seat and peed on to the carpet when I did not want to get my skirt wet, and I have also just stood at the bar and peed down my legs. It is an easy thing to do.