wetwulf

Today was a sunny day, so I decided to eat my lunch outside. There is a small park near where I work that is usually only crowded in the summer. There were a few people there today, but I saw that the picnic area was empty, so I walked there and sat down at a picnic table to eat my lunch.

As I was eating, I had the urge to piss but I held it and finished my sandwich. I watched a couple walking the nearby walking path. The woman waved at me, and I waved back. I took the last few bites of my sandwich, and as soon as I knew the couple was far enough away, I unzipped my fly and took my dick out. I aimed it towards the ground under the picnic table. I smiled at the loud sound my pee made as it splashed against the concrete. I peed for about 20 seconds and admired the big puddle I had made on the concrete floor under the table. I didn't know or care if anyone would know what I had done. I just grabbed my lunch trash and walked back to work.

This letter contains f and m peeing, wetting, consensual unprotected sex, and bedwetting.

 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I recently spent the night with a woman after we both spent some time together at a local restaurant and had a few too many drinks. Luckily she said she lived a little more than a mile walk from the restaurant, and as soon as I suggested I would just get an Uber home and come get my car in the morning, she gave me a naughty smile and asked, "Why?" I got the hint and we started the walk to her place.

Along the way to her place, it became obvious that she was walking a little funny, and at first I just thought it was because she was drunk. But she was walking with her legs tightly together and would occasionally pause and bounce around a bit. I finally had to ask. "Are you okay?"

She giggled and looked at me a little nervously but still had a cute smile on her face. "This is kind of embarrassing, but I have to pee." Her posture and behavior finally made it shamelessly clear that she was desperate. She was also looking around as if trying to find a good place. We were walking along a semi-busy street on which a car would pass every few minutes. There were houses and a few shops (which were closed, unfortunately) along the street, as well. From my observation, anywhere she might decide to squat would make it obvious to any passing cars that she was taking a piss.

"I don't think there's anywhere around here you could safely go," I said.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," she said. "I just didn't know how you would feel if I, um… y'know…" She smiled again and stood still and sort of tilted her head downwards, "I'm wearing a dress without panties is what I'm trying to say," she said, and then she giggled.

"Oh, okay," I said. Right after she said this I felt my cock twitch in my pants. "Well, it doesn't bother me."

"That's good because I'm honestly too tired and too drunk to care, so…." At this, she parted her legs just a little bit, and soon she sighed, and I could hear a hissing sound. Seconds later, an obvious stream of pee dropped from under her dress between her legs and splashed onto the sidewalk at her feet. "Oh, somebody's coming," she said, and she closed her legs just as a car drove by. She giggled and then moaned as the hissing got louder and more pee poured out of her, now flowing down her slender legs, over her sandals and to the sidewalk. "Holy shit, I really had to go," she said. "Ohhh, but that feels really good."

I felt my cock twitch again, and she noticed and smiled at me, giggling again. She moaned once more, and I could actually start to see the front of her dress dampening just a little bit with the pressure of her flow, which splashed noisily down her legs. It finally started to ease as she breathed out and sighed.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"Much," she said, nodding.

We finally made it to her place, which was located in an apartment building. The entrance had a code on the door, and as she was punching in the numbers I heard her make a sound and then saw a few more drops of pee fall from between her legs. She opened the door, and as soon as we entered and the door shut behind me, she tugged me into a shadowed corner and pulled me close to her. We kissed deeply, and her hands were feeling around my pants, looking for the zipper.

"Wait," I said. "Let me get a condom." She pulled me close to her again.

"No," she said. "I'm on the pill, and I trust you." I started to comment, but she worked my zipper down and soon had my cock in one hand while hiking her dress up with the other as she literally pulled me to her by my dick. I moved closer to her and slipped easily into her already wet slit. We didn't even bother to look to see if anyone would see us or hear us, and before long she was crying out, and I knew I was close.

"It's okay," she said. I groaned as I came inside of her, feeling sweet release as I filled her. When we finished, she kissed me deeply and then pulled away. Then she squatted down and peed a full stream onto the carpeted floor, which looked like it had already seen its share of various spills and "accidents." I could also see some of my semen dripping out of her as she sighed with relief.

Without even taking the time to think, I relaxed and a steady stream of my own warm pee sprayed out of my cock and splashed on the floor right between her legs. She gasped and giggled and then leaned forward until my stream was falling onto her chest, soaking the front of her dress. She moaned and rubbed her chest. "Oh my god, that's so warm." I continued to pee about ten seconds more, and she just let my stream fall all over her breasts, soaking her bra and the front of her dress to drip onto the floor, adding to her puddle.

When I finished, she stood up and grabbed me by the dick again. "Let's go upstairs, big boy." She led me up the stairs and to her apartment where she stripped off her soaking wet dress and bra and directed me to get undressed, as well. I was all hers now as I obeyed and took off my clothes. She led me to the bathroom, started the shower, and we both stepped into the warm water. 

We embraced and started kissing, and I could feel my erection returning. But this time she rejected my attempts to get to her pussy. Instead, she insisted we wash each other, so I took a loofah, lathered it with soap, and washed her curvy body, and then she did the same for me. If I hadn't been a little drunk or if I had taken the time to really think, this level of intimacy might have shocked me, but I was so caught up in the incredible feeling of her inhibition and my own desires.

After our shower, we dried off, and she walked out of the bathroom, and I followed her to her bed. Without getting dressed, she crawled onto the bed and then tapped the space next to her. I slid in under the covers with her, and we kissed more and embraced each other until we both were obviously too tired to continue and fell asleep.

Sometime in the night I heard a sound that took my brain a moment to identify as a splashing sound. I opened my eyes and could just barely see that she had scooted her bottom over the edge of her side of the bed, and based on the sound she must have been just letting her pee fall lazily to the floor. Her eyes were closed, but she was sighing with relief. The splashing stopped, and she scooted her bottom back onto the bed. 

I woke up to sunlight creeping in through one of the windows in her bedroom. When I turned to her, she was awake and smiled at me. "You stayed," she said.

"Did you expect me to go?" I asked.

"Most guys do," she said, "especially after I pee myself."

It occurred to me briefly that this may have all been a test of some sort, but I shrugged it off and instead admired her beauty.

"I'm not most guys," I said. I felt her hand stroke my penis, and I groaned.

"And clearly I'm not most women," she said. We moved closer to each other. She lifted her leg just enough to let me slip inside of her, and I moaned at the soothing warmth of her pussy as we kissed and pressed our bodies together. She pressed my shoulder until I rolled over, and soon she was on top of me, riding me and moaning. I rubbed her breasts and sat up far enough to suck on her right nipple.

"Oh, god, yes," she moaned. "Mmm. Wait… I have to… pee." I did not stop sucking on her breast, though, and she did not make much effort to get off of me. "Oh, screw it, I don't care. Don't stop." As soon as she said this, she lifted her hips until my dick slipped out of her and then she sighed. I kept kissing her breasts and felt something warm soak my lower tummy, my cock, and my balls and felt the bed get soaked with her warm pee. "Ohhhhh, my god, I can't believe I'm soaking my bed. Ohhhhhh." It was a lot, and it splashed out of her, drenching her and me and the bedsheets.

As soon as she finished, she wasted no time slipping back onto my dick. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her back holding her close to feel, feeling the warm wetness between us. She writhed her hips and soon we were both crying out as she came and I groaned ejaculated into her. She climbed off of me and flopped onto her back next to me, still panting. I relaxed on my back, as well, and she turned to me, smiling. "That… was incredible."

I laughed. "Yeah, but your bed is soaked now," I said. I rolled over to face her.

"I don't even care," she said, kissing me. "It was worth it. The damage is done."

"In that case," I said, and I relaxed and let my pee dribble out of my cock and add to the puddle beneath us. She gasped and looked surprised but then smiled, extended her leg over me, and soon I could see a stream dribbling from between her legs, as well. We lay there and soaked the bed together, kissing and sighing.

I left after we relaxed together until the wet bed became uncomfortably cold. Before I left, she put her number in my phone, and I promised to call her.

In fact, after writing this to you, I feel the need to meet up with her again. Perhaps I'll have more stories for you later.
 

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I knew it would happen eventually. They warned us, but we didn't listen. I'll explain, but first a little background. 

My name is Susan, and I am a brunette, plus-sized 41 year old divorced mother of two, one son and one daughter. They are both adults now, and their father and I recently split up after I finally revealed that I had been aware of his multiple affairs but had held on until our kids were out of the house. Not the best choice for my mental health, but fortunately there was little to no fighting, and our kids were barely aware anything was wrong because my husband was discreet (but a wife almost always knows, doesn't she?).

Anyway, to cope with the divorce I started working out and running, and eventually my best friend Emily convinced me to join her in running an upcoming marathon. Before my divorce, I would have called her crazy and backed out. Now, however, I barely hesitated before agreeing to do it. 

Emily and I started running together every day to train for the marathon. We followed an 8 week training plan that we found online. What we also found online that amused us both were stories of runners "caught short," specifically during long training runs or during races, and having to find creative ways to relieve themselves. Of course it was almost always easier for men to pee discreetly, but there were a variety of stories of women who squatted behind bushes or even just right along the road or trail and some women who were skilled at kneeling down and peeing through the leg of their shorts, and even a few who admitted that they just peed in their shorts or leggings.

Emily and I laughed about most of these stories when we came across them, but it wasn't until our first longer training run that it became an issue for us. It was a pretty hot day, so we had been keeping hydrated. About 6 miles in, Emily said, "I'm gonna need to pee soon." She groaned, and I laughed as we both realized we were in a very public park. Even though there weren't a lot of people around, it was an open space with very little places to hide, no bushes or cars or buildings or anything. "Shit, and we're so far from the bathrooms," Emily said. We slowed to a jog as Emily seemed to be looking around.

"Well," I said, "we've read about this." Emily laughed. "What do you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know," Emily said. 

"I mean we need to practice for the marathon," I said, "so we might as well practice now." We slowed our pace and then finally stopped. Emily was still looking around.

"I don't see anybody who… wait, no, there's a couple walking over on the other side." Emily pointed, and I looked and saw a man and woman. They didn't even seem to notice us, but they were close enough that they would notice if we suddenly popped a squat right along the path. "Shit," Emily said. "I really need to go." I watched her as she knelt down on one knee on the edge of the path and reached to her shoe as if she was adjusting it. But I saw what she was really planning. She reached between her legs and pulled the leg of her shorts aside just enough that I could see she had gone commando. This made me smile because I had done the same. Seconds later, Emily sighed and I saw a dribble of pee fall from the opening in the leg of her shorts and splash quietly onto the dirt at the edge of the path. "Ohhhh, that feels so much better," she said. "Some of it is splashing on my shorts, but I don't care. They're black, and it'll dry." Emily peed for about twenty seconds and then stood up. Her timing was perfect because the couple had rounded the curve behind us and would soon be close enough to have seen what Emily was doing. Now, however, as we started running again, they would have no idea that one of the women in front of them had just peed along the path.

A couple more miles later, I was finally feeling the pressure in my bladder. Unfortunately, we had circled back to a more populated section of the park, but the bathrooms were still further away, closer to the entrance to the park. "Gonna be my turn soon," I said. Emily laughed as we slowed our pace to a jog. Since I was wearing leggings rather than shorts, Emily and I both knew I couldn't use her strategy, and if I tried to dip behind a bush or squat somewhere close by, it would be obvious to anyone who passed us (and we had already passed several runners and walkers in this area, with more approaching).

"What do you want to do?" Emily asked. I felt another wave of pressure, and I hissed but kept jogging because I didn't want my desperation to look obvious.

"Do you care if we stop and sit down for a minute?" I asked. Our pace had been pretty solid since we started, and even Emily's quick pee had not affected our time very much, but if you're a runner you know that once you get a good momentum going, it can be a real bummer to have to stop for very long.

"Not at all," Emily said, sounding relieved. We slowed and then stopped. I stood still for a moment, frowning as I looked around at all the people in the area, some passing us and more approaching, others walking through the nearby field or sitting on park benches.

"Dammit," I said. "I guess I don't have a choice." I walked over to the edge of the path and sat down on the ground facing away from people but towards a small creek that followed that side of the path.

"What are you going to do?" Emily asked as she sat cross-legged beside me, trying her best to make it look like we were just two middle aged women exhausted from our run and taking a short break along the path.

"Well, since I can't take my pants off right here without exposing myself to all these people, I guess I'm gonna just pee through my tights." Emily made a sound, and I looked up to see her trying to hide a grin. 
"Are you wearing panties?" she asked. 

"Nope," I said. I scooted my bottom just enough to get the crotch of my black lycra leggings closer to my vagina and then sat back on my arms and put my legs out in front of me. I pretended to be looking at the creek as I relaxed and let go of my bladder. As soon as my warm pee sprayed out of me, though, I could barely hide my moan of relief and pleasure, and I could not help but look down at the clear dribble of pee spraying through the crotch of my leggings. I bit my lip, and Emily saw me and smiled.

"That looks like it feels good," she said.

"Mmm hmm," was all I could say. Emily made a sighing sound, and I looked over and could see a trickle of clear pee forming in the crotch of her shorts. 

"Holy… oh my god, you weren't kidding. Ohhh." Her trickle became a full flow, and as we both sat there fully peeing ourselves, I swear I almost orgasmed at the thought that no one but us knew what was happening.

We finally finished, and we sat together for another minute before Emily stood up first, and then I stood up. I could feel the dampness between my legs, but I knew that because of the material and because of the heat, it would likely dry quickly. Emily smiled at me, and we started running again.

I have more stories for you later about some other training runs. The marathon is in a few weeks, so I have no doubt I will have stories for you after that. Until then, thanks for reading this one.

Susan
 

This is the next chapter in the Susie's Dreams series. It contains female desperation, female wetting and peeing, male peeing, and sex.

 

Susie was dreaming again. In this dream, she seemed to be attending a posh ball of some sort, and everyone was dressed in gowns and tuxedos. Susie looked down and saw that her own evening gown was dark blue, with a flared skirt that was long enough that it brushed the ground at her feet. She could feel the slight pressure of her bodysuit beneath the dress, pressing gently against her stomach and her bladder. Susie knew she needed to pee soon, so she looked around the ballroom.

In the center of the room were couples dancing to music played by a small orchestra in the far corner. Susie watched them curiously, and she swore she saw a glimmer of something wet on the ballroom floor, but it was soon swept away by the whisk of one of the women's dresses. Susie looked closer and finally noticed that one of the women had small drips of wetness falling from the hem of her dress. None of the other dancers seemed to notice or care, and as the woman bowed her gown swept against the wet spot and the spot nearly disappeared.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" Susie turned toward the voice and saw a blonde woman who looked familiar standing next to her, wearing a similar gown as hers but a golden color. "That she can just pee herself like that and no one knows," the woman continued. "That is one of the few joys of squeezing ourselves into these suffocating bodysuits and prancing around in these ridiculous gowns." The woman giggled and Susie joined her. "Let's mingle," the woman said. 

She took Susie by the arm and led her closer to the bar where more people were gathered. There were about six men and three other women enjoying drinks and talking. As soon as they stepped up, one of the men handed Susie and the woman a glass of something. Susie sipped it, enjoying its tartness. As soon as she swallowed the drink, however, she was reminded of the pressure in her bladder. Susie leaned in and whispered to the woman, "Where are the restrooms?" The woman giggled.

"Why?" the woman asked, "You don't really want to bother with removing all that just to go pee, do you?" Susie looked at her. "Just enjoy yourself, chat with some of these hot men, and if you have to go just…" The woman's expression seemed to change slightly, and Susie could swear she could hear a soft hissing sound. Susie was about to comment when the man who had handed them a drink came over with another young woman, a redhead, and they all started chatting.

Susie was mostly quiet unless she was asked a question or needed to respond to a comment addressed to her. She was also being quiet because the pressure in her bladder was growing to the point that she was tempted to hold herself. But she didn't want all of these people to know that she had to pee. Susie made eye contact with the familiar looking blonde, who smiled at her and then looked down at the floor. Susie followed her gaze and saw just a faint glimmer of something wet just beneath the hem of the woman's dress. The woman looked back up at Susie and smiled with her eyebrows raised as if to say, "It's okay, really."

Susie felt a wave of pressure again, and she held back a gasp as she felt a short spurt of pee warm her crotch. The feeling was delightful, and she knew, as chills ran all over her body, that she would be peeing in her bodysuit and dress soon. But she stood there in the small crowd of people, still listening to conversation and responding to questions. When the next wave of pressure came, she did not stop it but relaxed and let it come. She felt the warmth spread between her legs and stifled a moan as it filled her panties and the crotch of her bodysuit and flowed quietly down her legs, also dampening the inside of her dress. She did not even look down to see if it was obvious what she was doing; the pleasure of her warm pee soaking her crotch and flowing down her legs was too much to care. Instead, she looked at the woman again and they both smiled.

As soon as Susie stopped peeing, the man next to her took her by the arm and led her away from the bar. She smiled and did not resist as she saw another man take the blonde woman by her arm, as well, as the four of them walked out of the ballroom, down a long hallway, and out the door. 

Waiting outside was a black limousine with tinted windows. The men both stepped ahead and one of them opened the back passenger side door. The blonde woman scooted in first and sat in the rear seat that faced the front of the limo, while Susie slid into the seat that faced the rear. It was a very spacious limo with plenty of floor space in addition to the long cushioned seats across from one another. The blonde girl smiled at her again. Inside the limo was a bottle and some glasses of what looked like white wine. The blonde woman handed a glass to Susie as the men slid in and joined them, one sitting next to the blonde and the other next to Susie.

The blonde woman took a drink from her glass, and Susie decided to do the same. "Ooh," the blonde woman said, "it's like that went right through me." Susie stared at the girl. "Gentlemen, I hope you don't mind, but… ahhhhhh." As she sighed, they could all hear a soft hissing sound as the blonde obviously peed into her dress and the limo seat.

"I don't mind at all," the man next to her said. As he watched her, he unzipped his slacks and removed his penis. The blonde smiled at him and sighed again as she continued to pee. She reached her hand over and touched his hard cock, rubbing it gently. The man grunted, and Susie gasped as a stream of pee squirted out of his penis, spraying his slacks and some of the blonde's dress.

Once the man's flow ended, the blonde stood up and then shimmied over to the man until her bottom was over him. Susie watched as the man reached under the blonde's dress and pulled the crotch of her bodysuit and panties aside. Then the blonde sat down gently onto his cock, moaning as she did. Susie was amazed that because of the blonde's dress, the only sign that the two of them were having sex was the blonde's writhing hips and their moans of pleasure.

As she watched this, Susie felt her own bladder nagging at her again. She held it, though, and watched, entranced, as the man next to her got up and knelt on the floor in front of her. Susie looked down at him, the pressure in her bladder getting stronger. "Go ahead," the man said, "Do what you want." Susie did not hesitate but sat up and hiked up her own dress and bunched it behind her. She knew she wanted to feel her bare pussy against the seat as she soaked it with her pee, so she unsnapped the crotch of her bodysuit and then pulled her panties down her legs. She smiled as she sat her bare bottom on the seat, enjoying the softness of the seat against her ass and pussy.

Susie looked over at the blonde, who was still riding the man's cock, and they both smiled at each other. "Let it go," the blonde said. Susie closed her eyes and relaxed. Right away a warm spray of pee poured out of her with a loud hiss and soaked into her seat. Susie moaned as she peed fully, feeling the cushion get wet and warm beneath her. Then she felt fingers touch her vagina as she continued to pee, and she opened her eyes to see the man kneeling in front of her with his fingers probing her wet pussy. She was still peeing, but he didn't seem to mind that his fingers were getting soaked with her warm pee.

"Ohhh my god, that feels good," Susie said, "but I want more." Susie scooted forward in her seat until her pussy was at the edge, causing some of her pee to pour down to the floor. The man seemed to know exactly what she wanted as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. "Yes, oh god, yes," Susie said as she reached for his cock and guided him into her very wet pussy. The man started to thrust into her, and Susie gasped. She felt more of her pee dribble out as he continued to thrust, both of them panting and groaning. It didn't take long for Susie to feel her climax building, and just as she was about to cum the man pulled out of her as Susie screamed and sprayed a stream of pee that splashed to the floor of the limo. Susie sat back and let the last few dribbles deep into the seat as she watched the blonde get closer to climaxing, as well.

Then, to Susie's surprise, the blonde raised up off of the man's cock. The man removed his pants and boxers completely and then his shirt until he was fully naked. Susie watched as the man who was just having sex with Susie made his way across to the blonde and the other man. With the other man's help, the blonde removed her dress and then her body suit and panties until she was also naked. Then the other man removed his clothes, as well. Susie was now the only one still clothed, but she didn't mind at all as she relaxed and felt her warm pee soak her seat and dress again. She could not help but start touching herself. 

The first man crawled down onto the floor and laid on his back. The blonde then straddled him and then moaned as she lowered herself over his cock. Susie gasped as she watched the second man kneel down behind the blonde and then move forward as the blonde adjusted herself just enough to allow him to ease his cock into her ass.

"Oh fuck!," the blonde cried. "Ohhhh my god, that feels so fucking good." Susie watched them as she continued to rub herself, feeling the occasional dribble of warm pee soaking her fingers and warming her bottom. "Oh, shit," the blonde said, "I can't believe I'm… fucking… both of you." The blonde's moans were building, and Susie felt like she could cum again. But then the man who was behind the blonde pulled out and then turned to Susie. 

Susie got up from her soaking wet seat and without much effort at all she removed her dress and bodysuit and was soon naked, as well. The blonde lifted herself off of the other man's cock and turned herself around to face the other way in reverse cowgirl. The man with Susie led her over to the blonde until her and Susie were so close that Susie could feel their breasts touch. This sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and Susie felt herself lost in total abandon as she moved even closer until her lips met the blonde's lips. Soon, she felt the man's penis enter her, and the mix of pleasure sensations nearly made her lose her mind. As the blonde also started to moan, Susie felt her climax building. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and started to cry out.

When she opened her eyes, she could feel a warm spray beneath her as she screamed and squirted, but the woman in front of her, the woman touching her and also screaming her own pleasures, was not the blonde from her dream. It was Jill. Although somehow Susie now knew it had always been Jill. They both looked into each other's eyes as they climaxed, their hands and fingers probing and touching each other sensuously. They both sighed and an audible hiss could be heard as almost simultaneously they soaked the sleeping bags, which were now just a messy, wet heap beneath them.

"Holy shit," Jill said, panting. They were still holding each other, but the surprise and shock was apparent on both of their faces.

"Yeah," Susie said. "I'm sorry." She wasn't really sure why she was apologizing, but she didn't know what else to say. 

"No," Jill said, "don't apologize. That was incredible. And… you're my best friend. If I was going to have any kind of lesbian experience… I'm glad it was with you." Jill stroked Susie's cheek. "If anything, this brings us closer." Susie smiled and nodded.

The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon. "It's morning," Susie said.

"A new day," Jill said, and she kissed Susie on the lips.

The End?

This is the next chapter in Susie's story. It contains peeing, wetting, bedwetting, desperation, masturbation, and sex.

Susie sat in silence, waiting for Jill to respond. The urge to get up and leave was very strong, but instead she stared out at the river and waited for Jill to say something, anything to relieve this agony of not knowing whether her best friend would be too grossed out or terrified to continue their friendship.

"Wow," Jill finally said. "That's… a lot to process…"

Susie bowed her head. "Yeah, it is," she said. She felt like crying but kept looking out at the river.

"I mean… I would think you were nuts," Jill said, "but… that just happened." Susie nodded.

"I don't know how it happened to you, too, though," Susie said. "I'm sorry if it freaked you out. And I understand if you don't want to be around me."

"What?" Jill asked. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I just thought," Susie tried to say.

"You thought what? That this freaky thing that's happening to you that isn't even your fault and is actually kind of hot would suddenly make me want to dump my friend of ten years? Look at me." Susie didn't want to, but she turned to look at Jill. "You should know me better than that."

It took Susie a moment to process all of what Jill had just said, but something finally crossed her mind.

"Wait… did you say you thought it was hot?" Susie asked. She saw Jill's face turn a little red.

"Yes, I did," Jill said. "That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had in my life. Yeah, sure, it was kind of involuntary and out of control, but yes… it was hot." She grinned at Susie.

"Well," Susie said, "that's good, because… I really like it. I haven't had much luck with dating or sex lately, and this… kind of makes up for it." Jill laughed at this, and Susie joined her, feeling more at ease now.

"You want to swim some more?" Jill asked. "We probably need to wash this pee off of ourselves before we walk back up to camp." Susie agreed, and both of them got up and walked back into the river.

"Ooh, cold!" Susie said.

"So let's warm it up," Jill said, laughing. Then her face showed the sure signs of relaxation as she clearly peed into the water.

"That's not now it works, but…" Susie said, and then she sighed and added her own warm flow of pee to the river water. They swam around for a little longer until the sun started to get close to the mountaintops. 

"We'd better start hiking back up unless we want to hike back in the dark," Jill said. Susie agreed, and soon they were sliding their bathing suits and clothes back on and packing up their stuff. 

They started back up the mountain, not saying much, until Jill broke the silence. "Okay, I can't keep it a secret anymore," she said.

"Umm… what?" Susie asked. She was genuinely confused.

"I've been keeping something from you," Jill said, "and it's driving me nuts because you're my closest friend, so I just need to come out with it." Jill stopped hiking and turned to look directly at Susie. "I actually enjoy peeing myself." Jill's face turned red, and she looked down at the ground. 

"Really?" Susie said.

"Yes," Jill said. "I like holding it until I'm ready to burst, I love the feeling of wetting myself, and sometimes I get off when I pee. That's why it was so easy for me to let you pee in my car."

Susie smiled. "Because you've peed in it before," she said.

"Exactly," Jill said. "I've been keeping it a secret from almost everyone, even my husband, but learning about your… issue has given me a chance to tell somebody about it."

"Jill," Susie said, "I'm your best friend. You can tell me stuff like this anytime. I won't judge you."

"I know," Jill said. "And I'm glad I could tell you now. And I'm not judging you for this dream thing. If you enjoy it, you don't have to hide that from me, either. And even though I do think it's a little weird… it really did feel great."

"It did," Susie agreed. They laughed, and then they started back up the hill. Jill asked Susie about the dreams that had happened since the "issue" started. Susie felt her stomach tighten and felt a quiver in her pussy, almost as if talking about the dreams somehow re-ignited remnants of the feelings each one evoked.

"Are you okay?" Jill asked, as if she noticed something.

"Yeah," Susie said, "I just… talking about it is making me kind of…"

"Horny?" Jill asked. Susie's face reddened, but she nodded.

"And I need to pee," Susie said.

"Can you hold it until we get to the camp?" Jill asked.

"I think so," Susie said. They continued up the trail, and a little more than 30 minutes later they arrived at the camp. As soon as the reached the camp property, Jill turned to Susie and smiled.

"It's okay," Jill said. "Look." As she said this, Jill sighed and the crotch of her shorts darkened as she peed through her bathing suit and soaked her shorts. "Ohhh god, yes, that feels better." She moaned to show her pleasure. "I've been… holding that since... halfway up the mountain." She moaned again and her crotch glistened more.

Susie felt a great wave of pressure, and she did not even try to stop it as she closed her eyes and her pee gushed out of her, warming her crotch and soaking her tankini bottoms and her shorts. She felt it run down her legs in warm rivulets and felt the pressure of her spray tickle her clit. She moaned as she peed full force, hearing it hiss through her crotch. She opened her eyes and watched the damp spot between her legs glisten and grow and the river of pee flow down her legs and to the ground. 

Jill had stopped peeing, but Susie watched her slide her shorts down to her lower thighs and then start rubbing her pussy lips through her bathing suit. "Ohhh fuck this is making me so horny," Jill said. "Ohh, I need to pee more." The crotch of Jill's bathing suit darkened and messy dribbles of pee splashed her fingers as she kept stroking herself and moaning.

Susie finished peeing. Her shorts and tankini bottoms were soaked, so she slid them off and kicked them to the side. Then she reached her fingers down to her very wet slit and started to rub herself, as well. Soon, both girls were moaning and then screaming as they climaxed almost simultaneously. Susie's knees buckled, and she knelt on the ground as another strong squirt of pee sprayed out of her and to the dirt in front of her. 

"Holy shit that was hot," Jill said. Susie nodded and they both laughed.

Once they recovered, the girls agreed that it was a nice enough night to camp outside instead of in the cabin. They got to work getting their camping area ready before it got dark. It was too hot for a fire, but Jill lit a few propane lanterns, and they stretched out a tarp on the ground and then placed their sleeping bags on top of it. They changed into their night clothes (pajama shorts and matching top for Susie and a long camisole and panties for Jill. 

They crawled into their sleeping bags and talked about whatever came to mind: work, their kids, Susie's love life since her divorce, Jill's marriage. After a little while, Jill unzipped her sleeping bag. "I need to pee," she said. 

"Well go pee," Susie said. She expected Jill to maybe walk over away from the campsite or even squat next to the tarp.

"That's too much work," Jill said. Susie watched as Jill moved around in her sleeping bag, and Susie realized Jill was removing her panties. Then Susie watched as Jill just rolled over on her side facing her and then scooted her bottom back until it was out of the sleeping bag. Jill sighed, and Susie could hear her pee hissing and dribbling onto the tarp. "Ahhh, see, that's so much easier," Jill said. "And naughtier." She winked at Susie.

They talked more, and soon Susie felt her own need to pee. "My turn," she said. Susie wasn't sure if she would be as skilled as Jill at just sticking her bottom out of the sleeping bag, so she slid her pajama shorts and panties off. "I'm going to try something else," Susie said. She crawled out of her sleeping bag and just sat her bare bottom on the tarp next to her sleeping bag with her knees bent. She leaned back, supporting herself with her elbows, and soon she was squirting a strong stream of pee that splashed loudly against the tarp as she let it all out, watching it flow slowly down the tarp away from her sleeping bag. It ended soon, though, and she crawled back into her sleeping bag, not bothering to put her panties or shorts back on.

They talked a little more, but soon they were drifting off. "I wonder if it will happen again," Jill said. Susie just shrugged. 

"I kind of hope so," she said. There was no point in denying it to Jill because it was clear that Jill enjoyed it, as well. 

Eventually they both fell asleep. Before long, Susie was dreaming again. She was lost in the woods, and there was someone else with her, a familiar looking woman, who was also lost. Just as they were about to give up she spotted a village. She ran to it, and the people greeted her and her friend. They were led to a small hit with two quilts for them to rest on. Two men, one with each of them, led them to their quilts and directed them to undress and then lie down and relax. They both obeyed.

"I really have to pee," her friend said. The men did not say anything, but they looked at her and nodded. "Ohh, I guess I'll just pee here then," her friend said. Soon a spurt of pee flowed out of her friend's naked pussy and soaked the quilt under her. As her friend was peeing, the man with her knelt down and started to lick her. She screamed and bucked her hips.

Jill felt her own urge to pee as a wave of both pleasure and need swept over her. She sat up as the man with her approached her. Jill met him chest to chest and could feel the touch of her breasts against him as they kissed passionately. She moaned as she let loose of her bladder, and she felt his fingers rubbing her slit. She stopped peeing just long enough to straddle him, both of them still sitting up facing each other. She sighed and peed again, hearing it splash between their naked bodies. He adjusted his body just a little, and then she felt him enter her.

She moaned, and the sound was matched by another moan next to her. Susie looked over and saw the other man on his back and her friend straddling and riding him slowly and sensuously. 

Soon, Susie felt her orgasm building. The man quickened his thrusts, and judging by the sounds next to them Susie wouldn't be the only one cumming soon. As it built and built, she gasped and grabbed onto the man, enjoying every sensation. "Oh my god," she said. "I'm gonna cum!"

This woke her up, and she realized she was sitting up in her sleeping bag, vigorously fingering herself. She could also see that Jill was sitting up, as well, and seemed lost in her own pleasure. Susie didn't stop because she knew she was close. She rubbed harder and bucked her hips, and within seconds she was screaming as she climaxed, and a warm and wet flow of pee poured out of her. It immediately soaked her sleeping bag, but she didn't care as she continued to cum  enjoying the wet warmth beneath her.

Susie heard Jill scream and looked over to see a similar sight as Jill opened her eyes and sprayed a warm stream of pee into her own sleeping bag. "Ohhhh, fuck yes. OH! Ohhhhhh!" As her orgasm ended, Jill slumped down into her sleeping bag and looked over at Susie.

"It happened," Susie said, smiling. 

"Yes," Jill said, sounding out of breath, "it certainly did."

"And now our sleeping bags are soaked," Susie said. "What do you want to do?"

"What can we do?" Jill asked. "I mean we could go inside and sleep in the beds, but I'm honestly exhausted and don't want to get up." Jill really did sound like she was already dozing off again. "Plus, what if it happens again? I don't really want to ruin the beds in the cabin. We could just say screw it for tonight, get cleaned up in the morning."

Susie agreed, and they both crawled back into their now wet sleeping bags. It wasn't long before Susie heard Jill sigh followed by the unmistakable hissing sound. "Are you peeing?" Susie asked.

"Mmm hmm," Jill said. "It was… getting cold, so… ahhhh." The hissing sound got louder. "I was already soaked anyway." Susie giggled, rolled over on her left side, and snuggled into her sleeping bag. She could now feel the wetness of the sleeping bag getting colder, so she just relaxed and let her pee sleep slowly and quietly out of her, feeling it soak her inner thighs and the sleeping bag beneath her. It was soothing, though, and soon she was asleep again.

To be continued...