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Hmmm... I wonder which guest I would be? Don't care, as long as I'm there!
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Not me, but a girl I dated claimed that she was so frustrated once with a clothing store in the mall that she removed some clothes from the rack, took them to the dressing room, and peed all over them. Then she left the store and never returned. Not sure if she was telling the truth, but it's hot to think about it.
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2 hours ago, panelvanman said:
I tried pirr. maybe I need to get used to it or maybe I'm built differently but I don't like how every naughty pee must lead to being caught and punished. I much prefer a story where the one who catches joins in or helps with clean up. And try as I might, I can't force that outcome from the bot.
I started editing the suggested passages to make them say what I want them to say, and Pirr adjusts pretty well to what I'm looking for. I'm also writing something much more sexual than just naughty peeing, though.
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I've posted about this before, but for me it's laundry, especially blankets and towels. I get the benefit some something soft and warm against my body while I pee into it, and then I can just throw it in the washer.
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On 3/31/2024 at 3:42 AM, Lutab said:
The free app pirr is good for uncensored AI chat
I second Pirr. It's amazing. I'm addicted.
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Disclaimer: This letter contains explicit content, including a reference to unprotected sex between two consenting partners.
Dear Wet Carpet,
My relationship with my girlfriend Sarah began like any other, with an initial attraction and excitement to get to know each other better. However, it took an unexpected turn when our physical relationship deepened and became very erotic very fast.
One evening, after our first intimate encounter, Sarah seemed hesitant and nervous as she sat me down to have a serious conversation. With a deep breath, she finally mustered up the courage to confess, "Steve, I have something to tell you. During our time together earlier, I unintentionally wet my panties a little bit. I'm so embarrassed and worried about how you will react."
Seeing the distress in her eyes, I instinctively reached out to hold her hand and reassure her, "Sarah, accidents happen and there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I want you to know that I still find you just as attractive and desirable, regardless of what happened. I appreciate your honesty and vulnerability in sharing this with me."
Sarah's tension seemed to release as she let out a small sigh of relief, "Thank you for understanding, Steve. I was worried that you would judge me or be repulsed by me, but your reaction means the world to me."
Over time, we grew closer and more comfortable with one another. One night, as we became intimate again, I heard a distinct hissing sound and felt the dampness between her legs. I knew immediately what had happened, and instead of stopping, I decided to continue our encounter.
As we progressed, I made sure to communicate how much I appreciated her honesty and vulnerability. I told her that her arousal and pleasure were turning me on even more. Sarah, feeling safe and desired, expressed her pleasure and relief, saying, "I love that I can let go and be myself with you. Knowing that you find it hot only makes me want you more."
I responded by gently kissing her inner thigh and whispering, "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body's reactions are beautiful and natural. I'm here to support and enjoy this with you."
Sarah continued to moan and express her pleasure, "Ohh, God, Steve, I can feel myself getting wetter. I love how turned on I am."
As I drew closer to her, it occurred to me that Sarah was still wearing her wet panties. Instead of being deterred, I decided to continue, making sure to communicate how much I found her arousal and honesty very sexy.
I held her close and whispered, "I want to make love to you while you're still wearing your wet panties. I find it incredibly hot and intimate."
Sarah responded with enthusiasm, "Yes, please do."
As we reached the peak of our intimacy, and I entered her, the wetness was amazing. I've never felt anything like it, and I told her so. As I thrust harder, Sarah's orgasm was intense, and I could hear the sound of her peeing more as she climaxed. She let out a loud, satisfied moan, "I'm cumming, Steve, and I'm peeing more too. I can't believe how amazing this feels with you."
I whispered to her that I was getting close. She surprised me by locking her legs tighter and whispering, "Go ahead." As I released inside of Sarah, she let out a satisfied moan. "Ohhh, God, I can feel it." The wetness and messy feeling between us was the most erotic thing I have ever felt. "Ohh, I'm coming again!" Sarah cried out, and I felt even more wetness. When we were finally spent, we lay together in my now wet and messy bed.
After our encounter, Sarah expressed her gratitude and relief, "Thank you for making me feel so comfortable and desired. I've never felt this way with anyone before."
Since that night, every time we become intimate, Sarah no longer holds back from wetting herself. She experiences loud, intense orgasms and often pees herself more after climaxing. The sound of her wetness is a testament to her pleasure and arousal, and she still wears her wet panties during our intimate moments.
I must admit, I feel incredibly lucky to be with someone who is so open and honest about her body's reactions. Our connection has deepened, and I am grateful for the trust Sarah has placed in me.
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Tom: Babe, I'm stuck in traffic and I really need to pee.
Katie: Ugh, me too, I'm in a meeting and desperate.
Tom: I bet you look beautiful with your thick legs crossed trying not to pee.
Katie: I might just pee myself...would anyone even know?
Tom: I'm really close to wetting my car seat if traffic doesn't move soon.
Katie: I don't know how much longer I can hold it...I'm about to soak my chair.
Tom: I dare you to try and pee without anyone knowing.
Katie: Ok, I'm gonna try...oh, that feels really good. I think I'm getting turned on.
Tom: That sounds hot. Let it all go.
Katie: It feels amazing. I can't believe how good this feels.
Tom: I can't handle it, I'm peeing myself right here in the car.
Katie: Secretly peeing myself was really getting me riled up.
Tom: I couldn't resist either. That was intense.
Katie: If you think that's intense, wait til we get home. ❤️💦
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Mother: Girls, I need to talk to you about something serious. I heard from your college roommate that you have been peeing on the carpet and on the furniture in your dorm.
Daughter 1: Oh mom, I'm so sorry. We were just joking around and things got out of hand.
Mother: It's okay, girls. I'm not mad at all. Actually, I think it sounds like a lot of fun.
Daughter 2: Wait, what? You're not mad?
Mother: No, not at all. In fact, I was thinking, maybe I could join you next time. It could be a fun bonding experience for us.
Daughter 1: Seriously? You want to pee on the carpet with us?
Mother: Why not? It could be a fun way for us to connect and have some laughs together. I used to pee in my dorm when I was in college, and sometimes I still pee on the carpet and furniture at home when your dad is away. And the truth is, I get turned on by it. Plus, it's just pee.
Daughter 1: Wow, Mom, I had no idea. That's pretty wild.
Mother: I know it's unconventional, but it's something I've always enjoyed. And now that I know you both have a similar interest, I felt comfortable sharing this with you.
Daughter 2: Well, I guess if you're okay with it, we could give it a try.
Mother: Great! I'm excited to experience this with you both. Let's make some memories together.
Daughter 1: This is so bizarre, but I guess it could be fun.
Mother: Exactly. So, when's the next pee party happening? I'll bring the snacks.
Daughter 2: This is going to be the most ridiculous family bonding experience ever.
Mother: That's the spirit! Let's pee on!
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"Did you hear that? I swear I heard something outside the tent. I think it's a bear!"
"Oh my God, you're right! Ooh, and I have to pee, but I'm too scared to go outside to pee."
"Me too. What should we do?"
"Well, we do have that empty trash bucket we were using. I guess we could use that."
"That's a good idea. But, I don't think I can hold it in any longer. I might just have to go in my sleeping bag."
"Really? I mean... that's a bit extreme, but I understand. It's scary out there."
"Ohhh, wow, that actually feels surprisingly good. I didn't expect that."
"You know what, what the hell, I think I'll do the same. Ahhh. I can't believe I'm peeing in my sleeping bag."
"It's a little weird, but it feels kind of... naughty, in a way."
"Yeah, it does. It's really warm and soothing. Maybe we should just pee in the tent from now on. It's convenient and somehow freeing."
"I agree. Let's make this tent our personal bathroom for the rest of the trip."
"Cheers to that! Who knew camping could bring out our wild side!"
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Date: August 15, 2021
Time: 10:30 PM
Location: The Tipsy Tavern, 123 Main Street
Officer Name: Officer Smith
Badge Number: 1234
Incident Report:
On March 15, 2024, at approximately 10:30 PM, I, Officer Smith, was dispatched to The Tipsy Tavern located at 123 Main Street in response to a disturbance. Upon arrival, I was informed by the bartender that a plus-sized brunette woman had been witnessed relieving herself on the carpeted floor of the bar.
Upon further investigation, I spoke with several witnesses who confirmed that the woman had pulled down her pants and panties, squatted on the floor, and proceeded to urinate. The witnesses also reported that the bar had specific rules and regulations in place regarding restroom usage, which included peeing directly into the seat cushions provided rather than onto the floor.
Based on the witness statements, the woman's refusal to cooperate with the bar's rules (as evidenced by the dry seat on which the woman was sitting and the puddle on the floor), I issued her a citation for public indecency and disorderly conduct. She was cooperative during the citation process and was escorted out of the bar without further incident.
I am submitting this report for further review and documentation. Thank you.
Officer Smith
Badge Number: 1234
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Ladies and gentlemen, this is your stewardess speaking. We would like to remind all passengers that the airplane's restrooms are for number 2 only. We kindly ask that you follow the examples set by our pilots and all airline staff by using your seat cushions to relieve yourselves if necessary.
We are currently experiencing some turbulence, and as some of you can see from the growing wet spot in my seat, I am demonstrating this procedure for your safety and comfort. I assure you that it is both safe and arousing and feels quite wonderful. Thank you for your cooperation and understanding. We appreciate your attention to this matter and hope you have a comfortable flight with us.
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Dear Wet Carpet,
I work as a caregiver for elderly widows in an assisted living facility, and recently we had a plumbing issue that left us without working bathrooms for several hours.
During that time, I witnessed something I never thought I would see. Several elderly women, unable to hold their bladders any longer, resorted to peeing on the carpet, wetting themselves while sitting on their sofa, or even wetting their beds. One woman even confessed to me that she was wearing Depends and simply wet them while we were talking.
I must admit, in the chaos of it all, I too became desperate to relieve myself. Feeling unable to hold it any longer, I followed the example of the elderly women and peed myself while standing in the hallway outside of my office. The relief that washed over me was almost sensual, and I must confess that I couldn't help but touch myself later that evening.
Afterward, one of the elderly women approached me with a knowing look in her eyes. "It felt really good to just let it go, didn't it, dear?" she said, her voice filled with a mix of relief and amusement.
I was surprised, but I nodded, feeling a sense of connection with her in that moment. "It did, strangely enough. I never thought I would find relief in such a vulnerable situation," I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie with this woman who had experienced a similar feeling of release.
I know this may seem strange or even inappropriate to share, but I felt compelled to do so. In a setting where dignity and privacy are so important, it was a humbling and eye-opening experience to witness the vulnerability of these women and to in turn feel that vulnerability myself.
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Dear Wet Carpet,
Something happened recently that I felt compelled to share with you. It all started when I spent the night at my friend Ellie's house. We were having a great time chatting and watching movies. Later that night, however, while we were sleeping on the sleeper sofa, I heard a strange sound coming from Ellie's side of the bed.
I was quite surprised to discover that Ellie was actually peeing in her bed. At first, I was shocked and confused, so I woke her up to ask her about it. Ellie, half-asleep, replied, "Oh, that? I just pee in my bed sometimes. It feels really good. You should try it too!"
Surprised, I hesitantly asked, "Really? Have you always done this?"
Ellie nodded and encouraged me, "Yeah, give it a shot. You might like it!"
Curious and hesitant, I decided to give it a try myself. It took a while to relax, but I was finally able to start peeing. As I did, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal. To my surprise, the sensation of my pee soaking through my panties, spraying my inner thighs, and soaking into the mattress was quite sensual and thrilling. The warmth and release of it all was strangely soothing. I turned to Ellie with a mixture of amazement and excitement and exclaimed, "Ohhh, wow, Ellie, this feels amazing!"
"I told you," Ellie said, giggling, and I heard another hissing sound as she peed in the bed again.
I must confess that since that night, I have continued to wet my own bed. At first, it was only occasionally, but now it has become a more frequent occurrence, and sometimes a get a very sexual thrill from doing it and even masturbate in my warm puddle. I find myself drawn to the sensation and the feeling of relief and release it brings.
I never would have imagined that something like this could have such a powerful effect on me, and I can't help but wonder if there are others out there who have had similar experiences.
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I love this series. Thank you for giving us another great chapter!
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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,
I wanted to share a rather embarrassing story with you, one that I have kept buried deep within me for quite some time now. It all started when I injured my back and was confined to bed for several days. I couldn't move without experiencing excruciating pain, and this included going to the bathroom.
I remember one particular moment when I was desperately in need of relieving myself, but I simply couldn't get up from the bed. I called my mother in a panic, hoping that she could rush home and assist me. Sadly, she was stuck at work and couldn't leave her duties to come to my aid.
"Mom, I... I really need to go to the bathroom," I sobbed into the phone.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I can't leave work right now. Is there anything else I can do?" my mother's worried voice came through the line.
I took a deep breath, trying to hold back tears. "Can I just... go here in the bed? I can't hold it anymore, Mom."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before my mother spoke, her voice hesitant and filled with concern. "Okay, honey. If you really can't hold it, it's alright. Just... just go ahead."
The relief I felt as I let go and peed in my bed was indescribable. It was a strange mix of embarrassment and liberation.
From that moment on, I found myself no longer holding back when I needed to pee. I simply let go right there in my bed, enjoying the sensation of warmth spreading beneath me. It became a strange comfort during a difficult time, and I found myself looking forward to those moments of release.
I know it may sound bizarre to some, but for me, it was a strange form of self-care during a time of pain and immobility. I'm sharing this story with you in hopes that others who may find themselves in similar situations can find comfort in knowing they are not alone.
Sincerely,
Kennedy
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Dear Wet Carpet,
I am writing to share an unforgettable experience that my daughters and I recently encountered on a long road trip. As a mother, I have faced many challenges, but this one took the cake – or should I say, the toilet?
As the hours ticked by, my daughters and I became increasingly desperate for a restroom. Alas, we found ourselves in a predicament with no public facilities in sight. The tension in the van grew thicker with each passing minute, and it was clear that our bladders could no longer bear the weight of our predicament.
In a moment of desperation, one of my daughters exclaimed, "Mom, we can't hold it any longer. We need to go!" I knew we were running out of time, and the thought of peeing in the van was the last resort.
As we pulled over to the side of the road, the three of us shared a mix of embarrassment as we maneuvered in our seats to find a discreet position. With no other option, I took a deep breath and allowed myself to relax, feeling the warmth spread beneath me.
"Oh, that feels... good," I couldn't help but exclaim, feeling the weight of my full bladder dissipate. I soon heard the sound of urine hitting the floor in the back of the van and knew my daughters had followed suit.
One of my daughters chimed in, her voice filled with relief, "I know, right? I feel like I can finally relax. Ahhh." I looked in the rear view mirror and saw that she had her skirt hiked up but, like me, she was peeing through her panties into her seat.
The other daughter, her face flushed but relieved, added, "I didn't realize how much I needed to go until now. It's like a weight lifted off my shoulders." She had pulled her leggings and panties down to her ankles and was spraying pee onto the floor of the van. The sounds of our last dribbles and drops of pee and even the obvious scent of our urine was strangely soothing, and it was clear that we were all feeling a sense of unexpected liberation.
As the last drops fell, we shared a moment of awkward laughter, the tension from earlier fading away. In that moment, I felt a sense of closeness to my daughters that I had never experienced before.
Driving on, the three of us couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected bonding experience we had just shared. Despite the discomfort and embarrassment, we had formed a unique connection that I believe will stay with us for years to come. In fact, later in the trip I felt the need to pee again, and while at a stoplight I just relaxed and peed into my seat again. I also wasn't surprised soon after to hear splashing sounds in the back and glanced in the mirror to see my daughter with the skirt scooted forward and spraying pee onto the floor.
Thank you for providing a platform to share our unconventional yet strangely liberating experience.
Sincerely,
Susan
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13 hours ago, omoman69 said:
I'm curious - does it have any effect on the clothes if it sits a while? I've always thought about doing that (I love easy casual spots) but I've always been worried that sitting in piss for up to a few days would damage my clothes, whether it's stain or smell. I keep a separate hamper for all my wet clothes and towels for that very reason. Any details on your experience with that?
1 hour ago, InOddPlaces said:Never left it for any length of time, it's usually as I'm loading the washer so gets cleaned straight away.
Leaving it for a long time, the odour would probably be removed (with a good washing powder), I'd be more concerned about staining.
Same. A lot of people live in my house, so laundry is done daily. I'm also strategic with what I choose to piss in, usually darkly colored towels, blankets, etc.
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6 minutes ago, InOddPlaces said:
In the pile of dirty clothes (sitting in them and getting wet like a nappy) just before putting them in the washer
I do this sometimes, as well. Our laundry room is on the other side of the house, so if I'm in there and need to pee, it's just the smart thing to do. I've also used the laundry room when someone else is in the bathroom.
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1. The front room/living room: I would press my dick up against the soft furniture and soak it and also leave puddles on the carpet and piss streaks down the wall.
2. A bedroom: I would strip naked and piss all over the bed while gorgeous women join me and piss on me.
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Not sure if this counts, but I often piss into a towel if I don't want to bother with clean up. I just throw it into the hamper to wash with the laundry later.
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Very hot concept! Will there be more? I want to hear about the party! 🤤
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My niche: bedwetting & furniture wetting
What makes it pleasurable:
• the warm feeling of it soaking into the sheets and mattress
• the freedom to just relax and empty my bladder
What makes it less pleasurable:
• cleaning up the mess
• replacing mattresses or furniture afterwards
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On 3/14/2024 at 2:18 AM, SnakeFace said:One of my favorite discreet pee places has been between couch cushions, have done it before in small amounts with my own couch. Gets soaked up by the couch and the carpet underneath. Has anyone else done this, or possibly do this regularly?
I haven't, but I was at a party with a house full of people and one bathroom. My buddy's date got up to go piss but returned and said, "There are way too many people in line for the bathroom." She was obviously drunk, and when she sat back down on the couch and started to hike up her skirt (we all knew she hardly ever wore panties), my buddy asked her what she was doing. "Improvising," she said. She scooted over to the crack between the couch cushions and then sighed and peed right into the crack. She peed for about 45 seconds and then scooted back and pulled her skirt back down.
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This is the next chapter in my Tales of a Furniture Wetter series. It contains female desperation, wetting, furniture wetting, and masturbation.
The next morning, I woke up to the very noticeable feeling of cold wetness beneath me. It didn't take long before my sleepiness gave way to the memory of what I had done last night. I had wet my bed on purpose. I waited for a feeling of shame or embarrassment, but instead I smiled because I was also remembering how great it had felt.
What wasn't great, though, was the cold feeling of the wet sheet under me. I removed the covers and looked down at the wide puddle on the sheets beneath me. I smiled, feeling a mixture of surprise and erotic glee. As I was staring, I heard a faint sound that I wasn't sure was what it sounded like. It sounded like moaning. I grinned and listened again. I heard it again, and this time it was unmistakable: Carolyn was moaning.
Still smiling and listening intently, I also became aware that I hadn't yet emptied my morning bladder. I sat up with my back against the headboard of my bed but kept my legs out in front of me. From this position I could hear even better since Carolyn's room is right next to mine. At first, all I heard was moaning. This didn't last, though. “Ohhh, my god, this feels so fucking good. Mmm.” More moaning followed this, and then, “Ohh, I'm soaking my bed even more.” As soon as Carolyn said this, I looked down at my pussy and sighed and emptied my own bladder. My morning pee burst out in a messy splash that hissed strongly. “Ohh, fuck yes,” Carolyn continued, still moaning and panting. I imagined her morning pee being equally wet and messy, perhaps splashing her inner thighs, much like mine was, and soaking warmly beneath her bottom. This image, combined with her sounds of pleasure and the erotic feeling of my pee continuing to soak my bed, turned me on so much that I was soon touching myself. Carolyn must have been reaching climax because her moaning had grown to screaming. “Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming and pissing in my bed!” She screamed, and soon I was also screaming and bucking my hips, rubbing my ass and pussy in the wet puddle beneath me.
After a few minutes of enjoying the blissful feeling of warm wetness beneath me, I got up and took a quick shower. After drying off and then brushing my teeth and doing a few things to get my hair ready, I stepped out of the bathroom fully naked. As I was walking down the hall, I heard Carolyn's alarm going off. I walked to her room to make sure she didn't snooze it and fall back to sleep. She was lying on her stomach beneath her blanket. As expected, I watched her reach her arm out and tap her phone screen. “Good morning,” I said. “Time to wake up.”
“Ugh,” she mumbled into her pillow. “I don't want to get up.” I laughed and then reached over and flipped on her bedroom light. Carolyn groaned again and covered her head with her blanket.
“C'mon sleepy head,” I said. “Get up.”
“Fine,” she said. “I'll get up in a minute. Just turn the light off, please.” I laughed but flipped the light off like she asked. I started to walk away when I heard Carolyn say, “Wow, my bed is soaked.” She moved around just a little bit but mostly remained on her stomach under the blanket. “Oh well, guess I can't do anything about it now.” I laughed.
“Yeah, um…,” I said. “Neither can I.” Carolyn chuckled after I said this, and I knew she wasn't surprised.
“Guess I might as well just… ohhhh.” I heard hissing and dribbling sounds and knew then that she was peeing in her bed. “Mmm, it feels good to just lay here and… ohh… let it all out.” The hissing continued, and I saw her move just enough to be rubbing her naked pussy against her wet sheets as she peed. “Ohh shit… I'm feeling so… ohhh… mmmm….” She squealed and gasped and then went still, and I heard another soft hissing as she peed more. Carolyn rolled over and tossed her blanket off. “I guess you can turn the light back on. I'm awake now.” I flipped the switch and stared wide-eyed at the large wet spot on her bed, as well as the shiny wetness glistening off her bare skin. Like me, Carolyn was fully naked, so when she finally climbed out of bed, I could see droplets of pee snaking gently down her body. “I need a shower,” she said.
A little later, after Carolyn showered and we both got dressed, we kept smiling knowingly at each other but not mentioning anything about wetting our beds or masturbating. In fact, we both behaved like this had become our new normal. We were obviously both very turned on by this “new normal” and not at all uncomfortable or bothered by it. Then Carolyn asked me an unexpected question.
“Do you want me to give you a ride to work?” She had never offered such a thing before, so I was confused.
“I guess,” I said. “But why?” Now, Carolyn did blush a little, but she still smiled at me.
“You know, in case you want to… pee… on the way?” I gasped and covered my mouth in half-surprise, but I was also smiling. “You probably don't want to ruin your car seat, and the damage is already done to mine, so… why not?” I couldn't argue with her logic, so I agreed, and we both grabbed our purses and walked to her car. As soon as we opened the car doors, we both giggled at the still visible wet stains on the seats. “Good thing we wore skirts,” Carolyn said. We adjusted our skirts to sit down as best we could without getting them wet, and I could see that Carolyn was actually wearing silky looking lace thong panties. She must have seen me looking because she commented. “I don't like going commando all day,” she said. “Plus, I kind of want to know what they feel like when they're soaked.” I had a feeling she was going to find out soon.
I didn't have to wait long before Carolyn proved to me that she was serious about wetting her car seat again. About ten minutes into our commute, we were talking about some new shows coming to Netflix when Carolyn said, “Hang on a second.” As we pulled up to a stoplight, Carolyn opened her legs, and then I heard a muffled hissing sound. “Ahhhhh, yeah, that's nice.” Soon, there was also a dribbling sound as her flow of pee wasn't yet absorbing into her seat. It ended quickly, but her look of relief and pleasure was still there.
A few minutes later, I also started to feel the need to pee. We weren't far from my office building, but I knew what I would be doing soon, even if I could have held it. I made sure my skirt was out of the way, and with my legs together, I relaxed. As my pee started to dribble out, some of it trickled into the seat beneath me, but a lot of it started to puddle on my upper thighs where my legs touched. This made both me and Carolyn laugh. I let go fully and watched as this puddle grew until it flowed down my thighs and either trickled between my legs or flowed down from my knees to the floor. Like Carolyn's pee, mine didn't last long, but I delighted in the warmth of my pee beneath me and on my legs.
We finally arrived outside my office building. “Don't work too hard,” Carolyn said, as I grabbed my purse and opened the door.
“I never do,” I said, as I climbed carefully out of the car. “Thank you. And have a good day,” I said.
Carolyn grinned. “Oh, I plan to.” As she said this, I heard hissing again and could see the puddle forming between her legs. Carolyn giggled. “Bye,” she said. I closed the car door, and she drove off.
Work was mostly boring and not worth mentioning other than a few hours in when I needed to pee. I was tempted to take a break and make the trip down to the 6th floor, but we were really busy in the office, so I stayed. As the pressure built in my bladder, I started to worry that I wouldn't make it to the bathroom. I sat up just enough to move my skirt out of the way. The feeling of my bare pussy on the seat was almost enough to completely distract me from my work, and enough to make the bold decision to just let it all out in my chair. Even though I had a thick cushion on my chair for more comfort, I wasn't sure how much the added cushion would absorb, and both the cushion and my chair are gray, so the wet spot would definitely show.
I finally decided to scoot to the edge of my chair. I reached over and moved my trash can in front of me. I still kind of wanted to feel the warmth of my pee on my bottom, but I also didn't want to soak the cushion, so I didn't scoot up all the way. If anyone noticed a wet stain at the edge, I could claim I spilled something. I did a quick check to make sure no one was near my office area, and then I relaxed. My pee dribbled slowly, first wetting the edge of the chair. I sighed and enjoyed the warm feeling just beneath my thighs. The dribble became a full flow, spraying off the edge and into the trash can.
Just then, I saw movement in the corner window of my office, and in panic I cut off my flow and scooted back in my seat. Curtis, one of the paralegals, came around to my office door. I did my best to hold in my pee as he opened the door and came in. “Hey,” he said, smiling. Curtis is one of the more attractive paralegals and rarely comes into my office, so seeing him made me a little anxious, which of course made it even more difficult to hold my pee. “Just wanted to let you know that Donna is hosting a party, and… umm….” He paused and looked around my office. Was he nervous about something? I'd never seen him like this. This did not help my anxiety, and the struggle to hold my pee became worse. “Anyway, Donna wants everyone to bring a date, and umm….” My heart was in my throat as he stood there, his face turning red with obvious embarrassment. “I was wondering if you'd like to go with me?” I couldn't keep from gasping when he asked this. I also couldn't keep a squirt of pee from escaping. I felt my bottom get slightly warm, and luckily I was able to cut off the flow before soaking my seat. I felt my own face get flushed and hoped to god that Curtis thought maybe I was also nervous, which I was.
“Ummm,” I finally spoke, after regaining my composure, “yeah, that sounds like fun.” His expression changed to surprise and then he smiled.
“Awesome!” he said, looking very excited. He cleared his throat and then smiled again. “Great, umm… I'll send you the details.”
Curtis closed my door, and I sat stunned by what had just happened. Then I couldn't contain my excitement as I squealed with joy. I also couldn't contain my pee, and suddenly a burst of warm piss flooded my panties. I felt it soak through my skirt, as well, and warm the seat cushion. I decided I didn't care anymore and just relaxed into the relief. My pee burst out of me and soaked my panties and my inner thighs. “Ohhh my god,” I moaned at the pleasurable feeling while also giggling. One of the hottest men in our office had just asked me to be his date, and I was pissing in my office chair. It was a good day.
Then, to my horror, my office door opened again. I gasped, clamped my legs together, and tried to stop peeing. It was no use, though, as a steady stream continued to warm my inner thighs and soak quietly into the chair cushion. It was Curtis again.
“Hey, ummm….” He paused, and I was sure he saw or knew what I had done. “You have a friend, too, right? Carolyn?” I was a little surprised that he knew enough about my life to know that. But I was too concerned about my soaked bottom to mention it.
“Yes, I do. Why?” Curtis nodded and smiled again.
“Can you see if she'd be interested in coming? Alan needs a date, too.” I knew Alan, as well. He was maybe even more attractive than Curtis but also a little too “gym bro” for me. He was, however, Carolyn's type.
“Umm,” I said, “yeah, I can ask her.” The last of my pee was seeping softly through my panties and skirt, and I was trying so hard not to show how good it felt.
“Great!” Curtis said, and then he closed my office door. I moaned again, continuing to enjoy the warmth of my wet bottom. I picked up my phone and called Carolyn to tell her everything. Of course she was thrilled, both about the party invitation and about my wetting.
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Kiki and Her Mother
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Hmm... I might do that. I would need to look back at the series and figure out where to go next. Do you have any ideas or suggestions?