DesperateBookworm

Several times, I've wet myself while sitting on a rock next to a public bike path! I always wait until there was no one nearby and ensure I'm mostly hidden by bushes, though.

(Here's a video of one of those wettings!)

Here's the link to the video, right up front... but I think this one will be a lot hotter once you've read the context. 😉

This happened Saturday evening. I'd just put a homemade spanakopita in the oven. It had to bake for about 50 minutes, as I informed my husband from the kitchen. While I tidied, he suddenly came up behind me and pushed me against the counter, pulling my pants and underwear down. My eyes widened as I realized what he was doing. For weeks now, I’ve been hinting to him about this fantasy I have of him suddenly fucking me while I’m in the kitchen and then leaving me to deal with the mess. Here he was, finally doing it! I was instantly wet, and he teased the opening of my cunt with the head of his cock for only a few moments before starting to push his way inside.

It quickly became clear that his cock was ultra-sensitive -- he later confessed he’d been edging himself in the living room while I was in the kitchen. He edged himself several more times inside me, with one hand gripping my hair and the other holding my hips tightly against him. I could feel his cock twitching deep inside me. He didn’t make me wait too long before filling me with his cum, and then quickly withdrawing and pulling my pants and underwear back up. I felt his cum start oozing into my underwear almost immediately, a pleasantly humiliating sensation.

He disappeared briefly, leaving me standing almost stunned in the middle of the floor, before returning with the vibrator and a towel. He handed me the vibrator and directed me to stand on the towel.

I pressed the vibrator to my hard clit while he hugged me from behind once more, biting and kissing my neck and shoulders.

“Oh God,” I said. “What are you going to do to me now?”

And for an answer, he tucked his still-hard cock down the back of my dark blue sweatpants.

“Oh fuck,” I said, turning the vibrator up a notch, my heart beating frantically.

It took him a couple minutes to relax, but before long, I heard him say “Ahh,” and felt a spurt of warm liquid against my ass. I nearly came on the spot. My husband had just used me as his cum dump, and now he was pissing on me, marking me as his, right there in the kitchen.

After that first spurt, his piss flowed freely. It trickled down my ass to my cunt, then rolled down both legs of my sweatpants, darkening long streaks at my inner thighs to near-black. As he used me for his relief, I felt my pleasure peak and came right there, my pulsing pussy forcing the last of his cum into my soaked panties.

My husband kissed me as I thanked him and then he left to start the shower. I took off my pants and socks, dropping them in a heap on the floor... and then saw the opportunity for one last moment of naughtiness. I left my underwear on and positioned the towel as a dam in front of the stove, then leaned my phone against the wall and turned its camera on. Then, I started unloading the dishwasher and relaxing into my post-orgasm bliss.

Moments later, the first drops of piss dripped through my sodden underwear and onto the tile floor.

This was a new kind of naughtiness for me. I’ve pissed on a washable rug before. I’ve pissed on towels. I’ve pissed on puppy pads. But directly onto the floor through my underwear, casually, while doing something else? It gave me an instant rush. I let more trickle out, then still more. My puddle grew and began flooding across the floor toward the towel and my phone, but I didn’t care. Slowly, steadily, I released every last drop of piss in my bladder.

Cleanup was easy, luckily. Needless to say, this won’t be the last time I’ll do this!
Also, the spanakopita was fucking delicious.

Part two

After my bladder froze up on me, I sat on the now-damp rug and drank even more water until I finally felt the next wave of pressure and was able to relax again. I managed to pee for another 20 seconds, truly saturating the rug and the seat of my pants. (The seat had mostly escaped damage before, as most of my earlier pee had run down my legs from my crotch.) I got a video of that, too, though I was interrupted by my cat.

Here's that second wetting video!

The rug and my socks, pants, and underwear went straight into the wash! I didn't start the machine right away, though, because I already had plans for my next piss.

After wetting in my kitchen, it took a while for my bladder to fill again. I changed into dry clothes and got cozy on the couch with my hot tea (Bigelow's American, for the extra caffeine, with a little splash of milk). Okay, maybe I rubbed my clit for a while -- the naughtiness of the whole situation was pretty exciting! Finally, I started to feel full again. I waited til I was a solid 7 out of 10 before putting on my running clothes: Warm wool running socks, black lightweight running shorts, a tank top, and a black quarter-zip jacket. I'd recently learned that my winter running tights really show dampness, so while it was only about 40 degrees outside, I was determined to tough it out in shorts.

That might've been a mistake. My muscles felt tight with cold as I started jogging, and that tightness put new pressure on my bladder. As I picked up the pace, I also got warmer, but my bladder was practically sloshing with each footfall! I'd planned on running along my usual 5k loop, which winds through neighborhoods and then out into a nearby open area with mostly paved trails before paralleling a busy road and returning me to my neighborhood. At the two mile mark, there's a spur trail out past a dog park and into a network of less-heavily-trafficked, unpaved trails -- a perfect area to sit down on a rock just out of sight of the trail and let it all out.

But as I approached the one-mile mark, my bladder already felt fit to burst. I thought about stopping to let out a spurt, but I hadn't worn underwear, so there was nothing to absorb liquid. Plus, there was no guarantee I could regain control once I relinquished it. I was on a stretch of sidewalk that runs past a park on one side and a trailer park on the other. There was nowhere to hide, and what if someone in a passing car spotted piss gushing down my legs and steam rising in the cold air? Plus, I didn't want to get my shoes wet.

But just ahead the sidewalk turned into a path into the open space and hooked right to run alongside a large pond. The pond's surrounded by tall grass and cattails, and if you squat down on its shore, you're completely out of sight of the path. (Guess how I know that?) I resolved to hold out 'til then. The last hundred yards was a real challenge. No one was in sight, so I kept one hand pressed between my legs as I practically sprinted down the muddy path. I hustled off the path into the tall grass, following a trampled deer trail. I reached a ditch where snow still lingered and went into a deep squat facing back toward the path. Yes, I was hidden, as long as no one else had the same idea as I.

I quickly positioned my phone where it'd pick up the action and entered a fruitless final struggle, clenching against the coming tide not because I hoped to halt it but for the sheer pleasure of trying. Before long, the first trickle escaped. Shining beads of clear piss showed through my thin shorts instantly. I gave up the fight and the trickle became a nonstop hot gush. It melted the snow beneath me on contact, which was fun to watch.

Here's the video I captured; sound on for narration!

Moments after I stopped pissing, the dark mark was already practically invisible.

(God, I love these shorts!) It blended in completely by the time I resumed my run. My poor ass was freezing cold all the way home, though!

After this little adventure, I took a break from piss fun until my husband came home from work. I'd been hinting to him via text that I was pretty horny, and was hoping he'd be down for some fun. Boy, did I get my wish! I haven't typed up that part yet (I originally shared this on a forum that's a little less into the sexy details), so if you want to know how this story ends please let me know in the comments!

Part One

I'm going to break this story up into multiple comments for ease of reading! Links to videos will be in larger font.

After spending the morning of my day off running errands, I resolved to have a lazy afternoon... Naturally, this eventually resulted in soaked gray sweatpants. Let me tell you what happened in between.

This happened to be the rare occasion where I have the day off and my husband doesn't. He's cool with this kink and even indulges in it with me pretty regularly, but my appetite for wetting exceeds his by enough that I won't pass up the chance for some solo play. Knowing that I'd likely have the entire afternoon to myself after finishing my morning chores, I planned a wet day for myself in advance.

Throughout my busy morning, I took every opportunity to drink plenty of water. Back home, I slipped into comfy gray sweatpants (plus gray underwear to match) and settled in on the couch. My bladder filled quickly. Unlike usual, I didn't feel like holding or getting desperate. Instead, I wanted to try something I haven't done before: Wetting myself on the kitchen floor, casually, while performing some other task. Something about nonchalant pissing really gets to me -- it's casual, often exhibitionist, and just all-around hot.

Just to make sure no pee ran under the stove, I moved a rug in front of the sink. I drank a glass of water, and then a second glass. Though I know the water can't have reached my bladder so quickly, I still felt the pressure grow instantly. Surely I was now full enough to overcome the mental block against pissing in so naughty a place. I hurried to set my phone up to record what happened next.

I picked up my electric teakettle and began to fill it in the sink. Bending over put just a little added pressure on my bladder, and I felt the first little trickle of hot pee dampen my underwear (gray boyshorts, as it happened). I swayed my hips back and forth as I began releasing a steady trickle of pee. My movements sent the stream down each leg in turn. I felt piss run down my skin, leaving a trail of soaked, warm cloth clinging to me in its wake. It felt wonderful. The streams began soaking my comfy wool socks and then puddling atop the rug before sinking into it.

I peed nonstop for what felt like a long time before slowing to brief gushes as I turned on the teakettle and reached into the fridge for milk. Finally, I couldn't force any more out, though I could still feel pee in my bladder. I guess the inherent taboo of the situation had caught up with me!

Here's the resulting video.
 

On Tuesday, I had a lengthy work training that didn't require me to be on camera or on mic. I sensed an opportunity for some holding fun and stayed well-hydrated through the morning, drinking probably 40 oz. of hot tea and plenty of water, too, but visiting the restroom as normal. With about a half-hour to go until my training and my bladder feeling quite full, I allowed myself one last visit to the restroom and only let my bladder empty halfway. Then I drank one last glass of water and headed out for a quick walk around my neighborhood to clear my head. 

When I got back, I had just enough time to visit the restroom — or run and grab water, my waterproof blanket and a couple puppy pads. I chose the latter. Jogging back into the room, I launched the Zoom meeting just in the nick of time, quickly turned my camera and sound off, and started setting up my carpet protection. I could already feel my bladder clearing its metaphorical throat.

My desk's a standing desk. I usually use it sitting down, but I thought that standing would add to the challenge, so I cranked it up to its full height. Then I settled in to wait. 

On this particular day, I happened to be wearing a sweatshirt from my college days and a pair of gray winter running tights. Their wide elastic waistband felt tighter and tighter as the meeting droned on. I kept gulping my water, at least another 20 oz over the course of the meeting. I had another meeting scheduled about an hour after the first concluded -- one on one this time -- and it wouldn't be appropriate to be visible desperate on camera. If I wanted to wet and clean up before then, I had to fill up fast. 

And fill up fast I did. I managed to hang on until the end of the 1.5 hour training — though I'll admit to being pretty distracted by the end.

I tried to get back to work, but my focus was shaky at best. I kept having to drop down into a squat and grind against my heel before standing up again. Sensing the end was nigh, I captured a couple quick videos of my desperate wiggling to share with y'all. 

Video 1

Video 2 (more vocal and desperate!)

I made a truly valiant effort to actually get work done, really. I jogged from foot to foot while typing, wedged one hand between my legs while typing with the other, crossed my legs tightly so I could go back to using both hands. I moaned and cursed. Then I made the mistake of holding still for a moment and felt a few drops slip out. Fuck! I abandoned the keyboard and checked my crotch for damage. No visible wetness, but it did feel quite warm.

It was now 2.5 hours into the hold, and I knew I was about to lose it. Luckily, wetting is the part of holding I love best. I set up my phone one last time to capture what I was sure would be the last few minutes of my hold, then turned back to my laptop. 

Within minutes, a giant leak gushed into my running tights. Then another. There was no holding it back. I could feel the slippery material clinging even tighter to me as it saturated with my piss. Dark streaks spread down both legs. When I picked a foot up, my piss trickled down it to form a waterfall onto the puppy pad below me. Luckily, between it and the waterproof blanket, nothing reached the carpet.

Wetting video

When I thought I had to be empty, I turned the camera off and bundled the puppy pad into a trash bag. It was soaked, and so were my leggings. Then, to my surprise, I felt a second wave of pressure in my bladder. I spread out the second puppy pad and squatted low over it. Within moments I was pissing again, this time more of a trickle than a gush. This second wave lasted about 15 seconds or so and left my bladder truly empty. I took a quick picture of my sodden leggings and then hurried to get cleaned up before my next meeting!

I originally wrote this up for another forum, but thought y'all might enjoy it too! 

I finally got to try a long-time wetting fantasy of mine Saturday! And man, was it worth the wait. 

After a truly hellish Christmas with family, my husband (29, kinda looks like David Tennant) and I (27, blonde, slim, AFAB nonbinary) ended up returning to our home Friday instead of Sunday as originally planned. We decided to spend Saturday aggressively relaxing. To help achieve that goal, we each took a weed gummy. 

I'm very much a weed lightweight — didn't try it til last year, when we moved to a state where it's legal, and I generally only do it once every couple of weeks. One thing I like about the stuff is the way it makes me relentlessly, INSATIABLY horny. I'm talking nonstop WAP. Most of our activities for the day fall outside the purview of this forum, though, so I'll skip to the juicy bit. 

In the evening, my husband told me it was unlikely he'd be in the mood for further sex, so I pulled myself together and made supper. As we continued to chill on the couch, though, I still felt very submissive, aroused, and eager to serve. It didn't help that I had a very full bladder: I'd been drinking lots of water to combat dry mouth and had been holding just for fun all evening.

We still had the waterproof blanket and a towel on the couch from our earlier activities, so I hatched a plan. As my husband played a video game on his laptop, I rested my head on his lap and began to gently caress his soft dick through his sweatpants. He ignored me, but his dick did not: I felt it slowly start to firm up. I sat up and peppered little kisses across his neck and cheek, stopping to gently nip at him. That finally got his attention. 

Before long, I was sucking his cock and really pouring my whole heart and soul into the task.

"God, I could come like this," he told me, practically groaning the words. I tasted precum as he edged in my mouth. 

I saw my opening, swallowed, and pulled back for a moment: "I would love that, Sir... But I really have to pee."

"And you can't until I've finished, is that it?" 

I was glad he phrased it like a question instead of an order — if it'd been an order, I wouldn't have had the courage to make my next suggestion. 

"Or... We have the waterproof blanket right here," I said, my cheeks hot with embarrassment. "I could just let it out while you use my mouth."

"Hmm..." He paused, pretending to think about it, but his twitching cock told me how interested he was. "Come here, boy," he said, patting the couch next to him. 

I scrambled up from the floor to kneel on the couch atop the folded towel, and my Sir turned to face me. I quickly got to work again. Bending over like that put serious pressure on my bladder, but letting it go on the couch felt so taboo — and I was so focused on giving my Sir pleasure — that all I could do was let out tiny trickles. I rubbed a hand against my slowly dampening crotch, marveling at how warm and wet I was. My clit was rock-hard. By the time my Sir finished, my teal joggers were dark at the crotch and in a rivulet running down my right leg, but my bladder still felt full. 

"Good boy," my Sir said, handing me the vibrator. 

I orgasmed in minutes, my piss flooding my pants and trickling across the waterproof blanket to dampen my Sir's pants, too. His still-hard cock bobbed at me. 

"You know, the way I'm sitting, I could piss on you so easily," he said, casually. 

"Please," I begged, abandoning the last shreds of my dignity. 

It took him a couple minutes to calm his boner enough, but soon he was sending spurts of pee onto my already soaked clothes. 

"Oh God," I moaned, blissful.

We bundles the towel, our clothes, and the waterproof blanket into the washing machine and then headed for the shower, where he finished emptying his bladder on me and brought out evening of filthy fun to a satisfying conclusion. I made sure to tell him how much I enjoyed the scenario and how wetting my pants while giving someone oral has been a longstanding fantasy of mine, so I have high hopes we'll do it again someday!

This is a repost from another forum -- but I thought you folks might enjoy this story too!

I'm 5'3" and pleasantly muscular, with strong thighs and glutes, a thin waist, and rather nice tits. I've got very short golden hair in a masculine cut, blue eyes and glasses with thick dark-blue frames. I tend to wear tomboyish clothing, but when it's hot enough (or when I want to be able to pee sneakily) I'll put on a sundress.

My former office building was OLD and mostly empty. Upstairs doesn't matter for this story, though -- it's all about the basement. The basement is large and packed with disused equipment, some cluttering the floors and some shoved onto long rows of shelves. A small area at one end has been kept clear for receiving and shipping out deliveries, but the rest, best I can tell, no one ever ventures into. The floor is concrete and gets damp every time it rains; a musty odor hangs over everything. Thanks to a rigorous spraying schedule, there are no spiders or other creepy-crawlies (though generally I don't mind spiders).

Occasionally, when bored, I would poke around in the basement. On one such expedition I discovered a collection of broken office chairs: chair backs without seats and seats without backs, random armrests, etc., all covered in dust. This discovery sparked a fantasy -- one I wasn't sure I'd ever be bold enough to bring to life. The circumstances would have to be exactly right.

And on this particular Friday, they were. It was just past 5 p.m. My few coworkers had headed home, and I knew there wouldn't be any deliveries until late at night. It had rained the day before and the basement was still damp in the corners. I was wearing a dress ... and I was desperate to pee.

One more thing about me: I'm an absolute tea addict. Every morning I brew up a massive thermos of hot tea (usually Bigelow's American Breakfast, for the added caffeine) and then drink it all day long at work. Sometimes I'll drink a couple glasses of water, too. In other words, I'm well-hydrated, and I've gotten into the habit of visiting the restroom whenever I feel the slightest tingles of urgency. My ability to hold it has suffered.

So when I say I needed to go -- I needed to GO! With no coworkers left to see me, I was dancing in my seat. My desperation lent me courage (and horniness), so I put my plan into action. First, I grabbed a large cup and filled it with water. I slipped off my underwear and stuck it into one pocket, and put a wad of toilet paper in the other. Then I headed downstairs.

I beelined for the darkest, dampest corner of the basement -- it's completely blocked from view by shelves and piles of junk. On the way, I grabbed the seat from an old broken office chair. It was your basic foam seat, covered with ugly green woven fabric. I held it in one hand, and held myself with the other. I noticed that the floor was still visibly damp where rainwater had seeped in through the cracked foundation. My confidence that I would get away with this grew to 100%.

Dancing in place a little, I set the seat down on top of a cinderblock already conveniently located in the corner. This made a rudimentary chair -- or, rather, temporary toilet. I froze for a moment as I heard some people walk past outside, laughing and talking, but reminded myself there was no way they could see in. Then I spread my skirt and lowered myself onto the seat, my heart pounding with excitement, my cunt slippery with arousal.

I enjoy peeing and wetting in many forms, but I have a specific kink for peeing slowly onto something absorbent, letting my piss soak in before it can splatter off onto the ground. That was my goal here. Almost immediately I let out a little spurt of piss. The green fabric darkened to forest instantly. Another spurt soon followed, and the dark splotch expanded. By now my bladder had caught up with my brain and was eager to let loose, so my next spurt lasted a little too long and my pee started dripping down onto the concrete. I worked those kegel muscles and managed to cut myself off for a moment... then decided hell, might as well let it loose. Piss poured out of me, flooding off the seat and onto the floor. I stood up slightly, hovering above the seat, so I'd have a better view and enjoyed watching the way my pee pooled and flowed. Hearing my piss shower loudly onto the floor turned me on. My nerves threatened to cut my stream off early, but I forced out as much as I could and made a huge puddle.

As my stream died down, I realized how horny I was. I leaned against the wall and rubbed my clit furiously. My legs trembled as I orgasmed. I wiped, pulled my underwear back on and took a quick picture of the puddle. Then I dumped the water over my puddle to dilute any potential odor and headed out the door carrying the seat (with its wet side facing toward myself), depositing in the dumpster in the alley where it'd blend in with the rest of the garbage -- which it is; I'd like to think I did the company a favor by finally throwing it out.

It's one of the riskiest pisses I've ever taken -- and I got away with it, too. I peed twice more in that basement during my time there, both times using similar methods to conceal what I'd done. Now that I work remotely in another state, it's much less risky to piss in my office -- since my office is my home!