daemoniak

Apologies if the story was a bit long, but hope you enjoyed it, I certainly enjoyed the relief and maybe I’ll share my next one with you.

Honestly, as far as I am concerned, this story is too short! I am eagerly awaiting for your narration of Angela's homework as well as her next study session!

Wow. You certainly succeeded in writing an erotic story! Different maybe, but very enjoyable. I may prefer your naughty pees in general, but such a refreshing story once in a while is very good too, I'll be looking forward to further experiments!

An awesome contribution redhatter! It reads fluidly and the events follow so naturally that one is caught up in them; I hope you will find the time to submit other pieces of such quality.

Your English is not too bad, you might want to avoid abbreviation though ("Sry" -> "Sorry") as you are writing on a forum and not texting a friend.

Regarding your story, I have read maybe over a hundred of various stories featuring girls peeing on carpets, but I cannot recall anything about the situation you describe; maybe if you had other details that you remembered it would trigger something. Sorry :/

Years ago there was a large nightclub in a nearby city. Parking was limited, but there was a large lot about two blocks away where people parked, and it was actually a good spot for sightings.

During the summer months, that lot was the location of a farmers market on Sunday mornings. The management of the market had two port o pots set up and the club goers (especially the women) would use them rather than pee in the lot. I decided that this needed to be dealt with, so I purchased a package of 4 keyed alike padlocks from a discount store (they were low quality locks but I did not care) for a couple of dollars. I got to the lot early and put a lock on each of the port o pots.

It worked out well, women would head to the port-o-pot, find it locked and then duck between a cars to pee. By getting there early, I was able to get a parking spot where I could see the port o pot, and the areas where the women were most likely going to squat. At the end of the evening, I removed the locks.

This went on for several weeks, until one evening there was a fight in the lot, and the police showed up in force. The were clearing the lot, so I pulled out. I came back an hour or so later to take the locks off, but there was still too much police presence. I left the locks there, and the next week when I returned they were gone. Apparently the market management cut them off, which really did not bother me. I took the other two locks and locked the port-o-pots again. After the club closed, there was a huge police presence, due to the trouble the previous week. I once again was forced to abandon the locks.

I purchased another set of locks, but when I arrived the following week, there were different locks already installed. Apparently the market management installed their own locks, figuring that it was easier to use a key than bolt cutters every Sunday morning. The port-o-pots remained locked until they were removed at the end of the season

You are evil!

Please continue to regal us with your wild tales :)

And to think they pay people for this job, when so many here would volunteer ;)

Well, I am not into wetting, but this kind of school?

It reminded me of badboy's alternate universe or LeakyOne's "Naughty Peeing at University". I'll quote the latter, in which a Miss Tanner says to a newly arrived student named Leslie:

"In case Sandra has yet to mention it, I only allow peeing in my classroom during the last session and no other. Oh, and please remember to take your tissues away after you have finished."

One of my favourite stories :)

@Bill Thane: I've been "haunting" misterpoll for a while and the 3 polls by LouiseP (http://www.misterpoll.com/users/192136) are the most frequented I found (and still updated after all this time). Each poll is accompanied by a dedicated forum: click on "Messages" and you get the list of threads. The two polls you are talking about are the most interesting of http://www.misterpoll.com/forums/126889 for example, but there are a few gems in the others as well.

And yes, some users seem to specifically come to try and "shock" or "provoke"; funnily enough when they realize that people just nod and move on their contributions just dry up, which is a shame since even as fictions some "anecdotes" are enjoyable!

Wow, what an awesome sighting you had!

I apologize for my long post.

Oh! You really don't have to. It was a most awesome report, and I really really enjoyed reading it.

I understand that most anecdotes are short, either because there is not much to recount or because there is little time to recount it (I've wrote some stories, I know how time flies what you try to organize your thoughts and write them out). However, because most anecdotes are short, I really appreciate when I can read fuller accounts. I really appreciate that you took the time to describe your state of mind and gave so much details on this girl's pee.

Oh, I am definitely looking forward to Mandy and Anna!

It's amusing really, but somehow I find the single scene of Catherine squatting in the bedroom corner more arousing than all the scenes in the last entry. The fact that it is not required, but sheer pleasure/convenience I guess.

This is part one of a new series I'm starting. Hope you enjoy it.

Grab my popcorn, pick the coke from the fridge, buckle my seatbelt: oh my this is going to be good!

Regarding your first anecdote, I remember a quite brief sighting on the motorway.

As I passed an entry lane, I spotted a sleek two-doors Mercedes stopped at the end of the lane, and squatted right in front of the car was a fit thirty-ish blonde in a smart suit. I could see her pulling her panties up and tugging on her skirt in my mirror.

First time I wished for a traffic jam...

Wow! I can't believe how many stories you added in just a week!

Most of them are not exactly my cup of tea, too many angst or alcohol/drugs references I guess, and being paid somehow robs the naughtiness of it for me. I did appreciate the "party" story, with our heroine peeing in the bedroom however.

Ah, the idea of outrageous becoming casual. On the one hand it's arousing to think about, I still recall fondly 1badboy's stories about a world where only boys/men used the toilets and girls/women would naturally pee anywhere: in the middle of the hallway, classroom, library, ... lots of arousing scenes.

On the other hand, I do hope that even casual it would still be arousing for me; talk about a Sisyphean ordeal: girls peeing everywhere in sight, and not appreciating it in the least!

Oh, love that girls' night out Steve, the idea of corrupting people in joining or somehow making them complicit is always exciting.

Oh I love that picture, SwisherSweetie in all her glory.

It was very gentlemanly of you to swallow your disgust for her unladylike manners... ;)

It might have been inspired by Vicky, but you certainly improved upon the original anecdote (which I recall ;)). I particularly appreciated the "oh well, we're fucked anyway" cherry on the cake at the end.

Hi Steve, sorry about the age references, I had not noticed. Thanks for the quick edition :)

Pfiuu, I didn't think it would take so much time to reformat the story so it would fit here!

In any case: Merry Christmas!

6 - Reminiscence

As we made our way to the cinema, I suddenly remembered a very similar scene from the past. My first sighting of mum being very naughty.

Jenny had had to get her vaccination, as all children do when they are young, and so mum booked an appointment with the family doctor. Because of her own timetable she could only book it late in the day. She came to fetch us after our swimming lessons and drove directly to the doctor's office, where we went to the waiting room. We had the last appointment of the day, but as usual the doctor was late and three persons were still waiting when we arrived. We settled in the waiting room, mum grabbing one of the big armchair in the corner for herself, Jenny and I kneeling at the small table covered with children magazines.

Time passed slowly, but there were so many magazines it mattered little to us. The old lady left first, followed by the youth. Mum sighed when he left, I suppose she expected the forty something woman had been his mother and would go with him, but she didn't. Finally it was the woman turn, which meant we were next. But time had passed...

Jenny was the first to speak: "Mum, I need potty!"

I sneered a bit at her. I knew better than to speak so plainly, I knew a woman would say something about powdering her nose or such, but Jenny was still little and never bothered with elegance. I felt smug and superior, even though I quickly realized I would need to go to the toilets too, and soon.

Mum replied: "You know there is no toilet here darling. I am sorry but you will have to wait until we go to the car okay ? Didn't you peepee at the pool ?"

"We did!" I replied smugly, patting myself on the back as I did not forget to make Jenny go potty beside the bench in the changing room, and went right after her, before we changed and joined mum outside.

Mum smiled at me: "Good girl."

But Jenny began to put her hand at her crotch and mum quickly assessed she would never be able to hold it. Perhaps she even thought that she could wet herself when the doctor used the syringe on her. I knew I would, I never liked this thing, even though I had enough morbid curiosity in me to watch intently as he used it on Jenny. Mum sighed heavily, then took Jenny in her arms, she acted quickly, removing her skirt and panties, and then set her in the corner, hidden from the room by the big armchair in which she had settled upon arriving. "Go ahead darling, it's okay here"

Jenny's head barely popped from behind the armchair, but the look of relief on her face left little doubt at what was happening. And if it had, the light pattering sound would have chased it away. Jenny finished and stood proudly, shaking herself. Mum smiled, then she took a tissue from her bag and wiped her, putting the tissue in her pocket. Mum then quickly put Jenny's clothings back on her and ushered her toward the small table. I wriggled a bit and look at her expectantly.

Mum must have sensed my distress as she looked at me. She sighed a bit then waved her hand at me and I came gingerly to her. She removed my skirt and panties too, then heaved me into the corner and set me atop Jenny's puddle, still glistening on the carpet. I squatted, but I could not go. Mum was very kind to me, she didn't yelled or anything, just kept talking to me and encouraging me. Finally I felt a squirt escape and before I knew it I was adding my own little liquid to the puddle beneath me. Mum smiled and kissed my forehead, all the while murmuring how good a girl I was. When I was done, she heaved me out of the corner, dried me with a fresh tissue that she also folded and put in her pocket, and I myself put my panties and skirt back on then kissed her on the cheek and went to Jenny who was beaming at me.

It wasn't the first time Jenny or I had been caught short, mum always found a way for us to relieve ourselves hidden from view. But apart from the changing room at the swimming pool, or the showers or toilet, it was the first time I saw her.

I don't know to this day what caught my attention. I thought mum would plop back into her armchair, though not being so naive now perhaps I think it was better to de-associate herself from the corner where the puddle lied. Anyway I looked at her, her bag sitting on the armchair, and she caught my gaze. She smiled, then went sharply to the door of the doctor's office. She shushed us girls, then put her ear to the door. Apparently what she heard was satisfactory because she quickly came back to us and lowered herself at our level:

"Well girls, mum has not been to the toilet since she left work now, and you going didn't helped her a bit, so now you be good and you keep quiet for a minute darlings, okay ?"

Jenny and I nodded gravely, even though we had no idea what was about to happen. Mum beamed at us, and did a quick peck on each of our forehead, she rose quickly and went in front of the armchair. Her hands darted under her skirt -- she always wore a skirt, even in the dead of winter -- and reappeared with her own cotton panties that she stuffed in her handbag. She then got in the corner and turned her back to us.

As one, Jenny and I got up and went to the other side of the armchair to see what she was doing, she turned her head to us and smiled putting her finger in front of her lips. She then hunched her skirt in front and her peepee, as I called it back then, came into sight. It was not the first time I was it as she often would take us in the shower with herself to wash us, but as always I was fascinated. It was much like my own or Jenny's apart from a luxurious strip of hairs that went from the top of it to halfway to her navel. I was very envious of it, as if I knew that it was what marked a grown girl from a mere child.

Mum angled herself forward and spread her legs sharply. And suddenly it happened. Her lips parted and a stream of yellowish liquid erupted from her peepee hole and struck the wall in front of her. Mum seemed to concentrate a bit and the stream grew massive. She must have been pushing for all she was worth and it went everywhere, splashing the wall and probably the side of the armchair. From our point of view, a mere foot away, it was simply amazing. Like a fountain. Myriads of droplets flew in every direction, either directly spraying from her peepee hole or from her stream hitting the wall so hard. It was like looking at a waterfall.

Mum must have been bursting, judging by the amount that left her, yet with her unrestrained way of peeing she was done in a matter of seconds. She shook herself a bit, then took a third tissue from her bag and dried herself and her legs. She put the third tissue with the two others and got out of the corner.

"End of the show girls, go back to the magazines", she chuckled.

We went back to them, and she took her panties from her handbag. Then we heard the noise of a door banging shut and her face went white. She quickly stuffed the panties back in her handbag and leapt through the room, sitting herself in the seat closest to the door. She schooled herself, inhaled and exhaled slowly, eyes closed. Then she picked up a nearby magazine and had barely opened it when the door opened. And we entered the unsuspecting doctor's office.

5 - Starbucks

We traipsed toward the mall and went inside to the cinema complex. Unfortunately, even though we were there in time all the tickets had been sold out for this show. Jenny pouted and mum sighed. Amy giggled like a younger girl and proposed another film: some Z thing with zombies and bad special effects. Still a bit dejected I didn't opposed. Mum smiled and said it would remind her of her youth. Amy rolled her eyes at me and I stifled a laugh. We bought the tickets and since the show didn't begin before a good forty minutes, we decided to treat ourselves to a treat at Starbucks.

There weren't many people in the Starbucks, so we were able to claim four armchairs and slouch ourselves. I sat myself near the wall, beside mum and facing Jenny who ended in the corner. We dug in our assortment of cakes and cookies while sipping our coffees. I had a latte myself. Since we had some time we began planning our shopping session afterwards. There was a few shops mum wanted to go to, and Jenny and I convinced her we could be trusted to go to some shops on our own, thanks to Amy. I think mum feared a bit that I would not be able to control Jenny, but I seriously doubt that anyone could anyway. And mum was keen to have some time to herself to hang around with her friend I guess.

I relaxed and slowly drifted away, eyes unfocused. The discussion was still going on around me, but I didn't really get the meaning now, slowly sipping my latte.

Suddenly I startled. I realized I had been out for a few minutes, though I would be hard pressed to say how many. Amy and mum were very engaged in a discussion of their own and neither ever paid any attention to me as I came back to my senses. I dabbed at my eye slowly and looked toward Jenny. She winked at me and I smiled good naturedly, obviously she had seen me drifting. Suddenly Jenny whipped her head sharply toward the entrance and I turned too, trying to get a look at what attracted her attention. There were a few people milling about but I couldn't see anything worth. Still I was a bit bleary-eyed so I took some time to encompass the whole room while shaking sleep out of me.

Finally I turned toward Jenny, intent on asking her what she had seen, but a look at her face and I froze. She had this gleaming in her eyes that told me she was up to no good. My blood suddenly pumped faster and I was fully awakened in a second. I quickly darted my eyes back toward the counter and the other customers, but no one was even looking at us. I looked at Jenny. She was very much intent on being naughty. She slowly pulled her coat over her lap, surely to help disguise her activity...

My mind was in overdrive. Surely she would not do anything here. I knew she was daring. Hell she always had been and her slash during the visit had been all but discreet even though she got away with it. Certainly it was enough even for the little minx. I was afraid of us getting caught by another customer, or worse the staff, and getting thrown out and embarrassed in front of the mall crowd. But worse of all I was afraid of Amy's reaction. Up until now I had no idea of her own feelings toward this subject. I knew she was mum's friend but mum was always very careful and I think Amy might not know about her little secret.

I was still pondering all this when Jenny acted. Under the cover of the coat in her lap she had undone the button and zipper of her jeans. Now she backed herself away on the seat, toward the wall. But the jeans didn't move, stayed by her hands, and so ever so slowly I could see her bum coming into view. Finally she stopped when her hip touched the wall, I could see the top of her thigh and half her bum was hanging over the carpet. The moment had arrived, I cast a glance at Amy, oblivious and still firmly engaged in her discussion with mum; I addressed a silent prayer to whatever god was listening; I cast my best puppy look at Jenny, whose smile grew larger.

Even though I had expected it, I winced when she began. I saw a few drops falling to the carpet. I inhaled sharply and braced myself, unable to take my eyes away. The few drops quickly began a small trickle. It pattered lightly on the fabric on the side of the armchair, before dripping to the floor. The plush carpet quickly soaked it up, and for a moment I foolishly hoped it would not show. Of course it was not to be. As the flow increased, ever so slowly, the fabric of the armchair darkened subtly and a wet puddle formed on the carpet. There was still not a sound, or perhaps it was drowned by the music, some natural sounds ambiance melody: "Rain in Amazonia".

Jenny was now going full flow, half her stream was pattering against the side of the armchair while the other half directly went to the floor. The puddle was increasing ever so slowly, and it was already glistening with her pee. I was becoming frantic. There was no way Amy would not notice, yet still she carried her conversation with mum, seemingly unaware. Jenny was breathing rapidly and I am sure she was getting off right there and then. Finally the stream subsided a little, then it just ended. Jenny pushed herself from the wall and slowly got back in her jeans, always under the cover of her coat. I suppose she grounded herself on the armchair to dry herself. I suddenly realized I had been holding my breath, and I didn't know when I had stopped breathing. I exhaled slowly. Jenny was back in her jeans, no one had noticed it seems, and I suddenly aware that I was probably very red.

I felt mum moved at my side, and she stood up, then looked at Jenny: "If you're finished there, we'd better go to our show, I would not want to miss it once again".

I tensed, suddenly realizing that mum knew what had happened. I looked sharply at Amy, but she was collecting her coat and bag. Of course mum was much better at noticing such things, having much experience herself, still if Amy had remarked I would die of embarrassment. Of course Jenny acted every bit as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, which thinking back on it was perhaps the case, it was not that extraordinary for Jenny...

Finally we were ready to go, and I quickly followed mum, eager to get out before anyone came checking on our table. Mum and Amy had wisely gathered the cups and stuff, so that no employee would have any reason to get here before we were way out of the door. Shamed as I was from the behaviour of Jenny, I sincerely wished to get away with it. I had barely began walking that Jenny tugged at my sleeve from behind. I looked behind and she whispered in my ear: "Sorry I couldn't help it".

I rolled my eyes at her and she gave a quick jerk of her head toward the table we had abandoned. I followed her gaze and gawked. Amy's seat was soaking and glistening, a bit wet puddle nestled in the crook of the seat. I was completely dumbfounded, eyes wide open. Jenny pushed me, startling me out of my trance. She giggled lightly and kept pushing me as we walked toward the door where Amy and mum were waiting for us, carrying their conversation as if anything was normal. Well, I suppose it figured why Amy played as if she had not remarked anything...

In the next house I really wondered at mum's staying power. I mean with this weak bladder of her she usually can't hold it for more than an hour, and it had been two hours and a half. It's not like she bothered much about it. She certainly was not very ladylike in that, and would always find somewhere to discreetly take care of her need. But given that the agent never left her or Amy's side I was thinking she would soon have an accident, even though she show no sign of needing a wee. Another of her advise: never look like you're in need and you'll get away with almost anything. It's unfortunate Jenny took it at heart to always push the limits of this almost bit.

I was very intrigued and as such I did not lingered too much this time. Of course it meant letting Jenny by herself, but I did not thought she would misbehave, she much preferred an audience, and it was just unfortunate that I often became her unwilling accomplice. I also knew she and her school friends were really wicked about it, even more than the girls of the swimming team who certainly practised a lot both in the changing room and on the bleachers around the pool...

I was still trying to understand how mum could hold it so long when I suddenly noticed that she had distanced herself from the agent and Amy. Amy was pointing to some furniture and asking questions about it I did not hear real well, and mum had distanced herself a bit, looking to a plant. She then distanced herself a bit more, rounding the corner of the sofa, a nice one too orange and red, made of what seem to be a very soft material. She then put her handbag on the top of the back of the sofa, you know the really big black leather one. She cast a glance toward the agent, lost in Amy's cleavage, and then her right hand quickly darted downward and I froze in the doorway. She was sideways to me and I saw her pull her skirt up and thrust her pelvic mound forward, sticking it against the back of the plush sofa. It blocked her skirt too and she slowly began to rummage in her bag with both hands.

I was mortified. If Jenny had been blatant before, this was just insane. The only cover was a sofa and the agent was not ten feet away! I could not hear a thing of course, but it took little imagination to understand what was going on. Mum looked utterly unconcerned, with a completely bland look on her face as she kept rummaging slowly in her purse. I looked downward and I finally saw some rivulets falling from the back of the sofa to the floor under it. It began pooling. I supposed I must have moved or something, for suddenly mum's head shot upward and she looked at me. It was not the first time I caught her, hell she sometimes used either Jenny or I for cover or even distraction, something that thankfully Jenny was always very fond of providing. She just looked at me, and shot me a beautiful apologetic smile with a small shrug of her shoulders. She was still dribbling.

I felt some movement on my side and Jenny appeared, she looked at mum and gestured as if she was cheering her up. Mum rolled her eyes. The puddle was still spreading. It was not that big, of course since mum had a weak bladder she left small puddles, which only added to her stock of excuses of course. And then the sofa was somewhat plushy so I guess it would absorb a bit too. I saw mum's feet step back and I sighed a bit, relieved that she was done and the agent had not yelled at her yet. If he ever caught her, would he think of going back through all the houses we had visited ?

I felt Jenny tensed at my side and shook out of my reverie, looking back at mum. My eyes must have popped out by an inch or so. She had stepped back a feet and turned slightly toward us... but she was holding her skirt bunched up, her shaved pussy on display for us to see, her left hand balancing her handbag on the sofa. She looked at us grinning, thrust her pelvic mound forward and then squirted two strong jets of pee on a fresh patch of the sofa. Jenny stifled a laugh and mum let her skirt drop walking toward us nonchalantly as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Not that it really was out of the ordinary for her to be peeing in unusual places, but she didn't usually flaunted it either.

As mum joined us I realized I had been staring at the back of the sofa. I startled a bit. Then she led us back to the agent and Amy, and I wondered if I caught a smile on Amy's face as she did. She set to capture the agent's attention right away of course, by brushing her chest against his arm while leaning toward the subject of their discussion. He stiffened a bit, and I wondered if he stiffened down there too... well the poor was probably rock hard by now. I pitied him somehow.

We got out of this house and mum declared she had seen everything she wanted to and said it was time if we did not want to miss the show. I somehow wondered if Amy had remarked our manège and if she had peed yet...