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Dear Wet Carpet, 

It would seem the story of me and my coworker is very popular. I have received many requests to share more about the two of us. I guess I should give her a fake name rather than continue to just call her "my coworker." Let's call her Sharon.

As I said at the end of my last letter, work was never the same. Sharon and I both became accomplices in both looking for wetting incidents involving students and having our own wetting experiences. She would walk up to me as I was at the front desk and would have a guilty look that only I would recognize or if we were alone she would say something like, "Guess what I just did." I was a little more discreet and secretive at work than she, but I would still give her a knowing smile if I had just peed somewhere in the library, as well.

I was more adventurous when we were together, though. As an example, we were shelving books when Sharon nudged me and directed me to one of the study rooms. It was completely empty, and I watched as she walked in, sat down in the seat, slid her skirt out of the way, and sprayed a messy stream of pee right through her panties and into the seat cushion. I just watched and laughed as it squirted through the crotch of her panties and puddled between her legs for a second before soaking into the seat. "Do you have to go, too?" she asked. I did.

I stepped to the corner of the small study room, hiked up my dress and bunched it in my left hand. Then I squatted over the carpet, pulled my panties aside, and sighed as I sprayed a strong stream of pee all over the wall in the corner. I watched it stream down the wall and soak into the carpet and laughed at the splashes from my spray that also darkened the carpet.

Just then a door opened nearby. "Oh shit, I hear somebody," Sharon said. I cut off my flow as Sharon stood up from the seat. From the corner, I could not see out of the study room, which meant whoever walked by wouldn't be able to see me unless they entered the study room. Regardless, I stood up, still needing to pee. I decided to let it out in small spurts into my panties to let it trail down my legs as I stood there. "You're still peeing, aren't you?" Sharon asked. My face reddened, and I nodded. Sharon peeked out the study room window. "I don't think they're coming this way." Once she said this, I just spread my legs and let go completely, emptying my bladder into my panties. Most of it soaked right through the gusset and fell in a dribble to the carpet, but I could feel it warming my crotch even more. Sharon just watched, smiling.

There were still sightings of students finding opportunities to pee discretely, as well. I was on the third floor in the Sciences section when I heard a faint sound that sounded both strange and familiar. There is a small study area just around the corner from where I was standing. I peeked around and saw a blonde girl with her shorts and panties down at her ankles and her bottom hovering over the metal trash can in the corner. The sound I heard was of her pee splashing against the side of the can, which did not have a bag in it, and trickling down to the bottom. A look of relief passed her face and she sighed as the sound came to a stop. Then she stood up, pulled up her panties and shorts, and returned to her seat at one of the study desks as if that were all perfectly normal. When I told Sharon about it, she shared her own sighting of a redheaded guy pissing in a corner on the second floor. She said he looked around to see if anyone was coming, but he didn't see her hidden a few stacks down from him. Then he walked right up to the corner, pulled down the top of his gym shorts and boxers, and just pissed right there in the corner.

Later, as Sharon and I were eating lunch alone in the break room, she confided in me her disappointment that her husband had no interest in this fetish. "I've tried, believe me," she said. "He won't even come in the bathroom when I'm in there. But I've stepped in to pee while he's in the shower, and he either doesn't even acknowledge me or he says something like, 'C'mon, Sharon, couldn't you wait?'" The closest she'd ever been to any reaction from him, she said, was a summer trip to the lake when they all took the boat out. They were anchored out on the lake so her husband and sons could fish, and she was laying out in the sun. One of her sons said he had to take a leak and said, "Don't look, Mom," followed by the sound of it splashing in the water. "Might as well," his brother said, followed by a second sound of splashing water. Sharon said hearing that signaled her own bladder. "Y'know, that really isn't fair," Sharon had said. "You guys can whip it out anytime and just go, but I have to hold it." Sharon said her husband laughed and said, "Why? Who's out here to see you if you go?" There were no other boats around them, which is part of why her sons had so easily whipped it out and pissed in the lake. Sharon took that as a cue, so she walked over to the ladder near the back of the boat. While she was excited by the idea of getting to pee out in the open like this, she wasn't about to pee in front of her boys. She looked at her husband. "Honey, can you help me so I don't fall in? Boys, don't look." Her husband reeled in his fishing line, put his pole down, and followed her to the back of the boat. He helped her climb onto the ladder and held her steady as she faced the lake and then squatted on the first step. "You gonna take your bikini bottoms off?" her husband had asked. Sharon said she just smiled at him and said, "No, I'll just pull them to the side like this." She slid her bikini bottoms aside slowly so her husband could watch, and right away a strong stream of pee shot out of her and splashed into the lake. 

As she told me this part of the story, I started to feel a need to pee, as well. I started looking around the employee lounge in hope of finding somewhere to go. Sharon noticed my gaze had turned from her. "What are you thinking about?" she asked me.

"I need to pee," I said. Sharon smiled.

"Well, there's the sink, the trash can, or if you're really feeling bold maybe the carpet over in the far corner. No one hardly ever goes over there." I hesitated, but I think I already knew what my answer would be.

"Will you watch the door?" I asked. Sharon nodded, and as she walked over to the lounge door, I walked eagerly to the sink. It was a double-basin sink with countertops and cabinets, but it was low enough that I was able to turn around, lift my butt up onto it, and move my skirt out of the way. Soon I was sighing and emptying my bladder through my panties and into the break room sink. The feeling of my panties filling with my warm pee before dribbling loudly into the sink basin was wonderful, and I couldn't hide my pleasure. Sharon kept switching from watching me with excited disbelief and peeking out the door to make sure none of our coworkers were coming. I honestly don't know what we would do if we were ever caught.

When I finished, Sharon said, "Okay, switch," and we swapped places, with me rushing to the door while she hopped up onto the sink. Instead of peeing through her panties, though, she slid hers aside and sprayed a messy stream that at first shot up and out of the sink. "Oops," she said, and then giggled. "Well, what the hell," she said. To my surprise, she scooted out of the sink basin and sat on the edge of the counter. "I'll clean it up, don't worry, just keep watching for me." I did as she said, and soon she had her legs hanging over the edge of the counter, her panties pulled aside, and she was peeing a steady stream of pee onto the tile floor in front of the sink. She sighed as she emptied the rest of her bladder this way, smiling with delight the entire time.

Once she finished peeing, we returned to the table and she continued her story. She had peed full force into the lake with a rather impressive but messy stream. Her husband had watched, and when she finished he helped her back onto the boat, and she noticed the bulge in his pants. She had laughed and said, "You might want to wait a bit unless you want your sons to see that." Her husband had nodded, but his face looked confused and a little ashamed like he was trying to process what he was feeling or why. The expression was not a pleasant one, and Sharon never brought it up again.

I felt bad for Sharon, but I was beginning to understand why our friendship had grown so much. She could share something with me that she couldn't share with anyone else. I also felt bad for her because even though single life could be lonely, I never had to worry about what a significant other might feel about my fetish. As I had become more brazen about when and where I peed in my own home, I couldn't imagine having to stifle this because I lived with someone who did not share or at least condone my fetish.

"I'm glad you're able to do this with me," I said.

"Me too," Sharon said.

A few days later, Sharon and I were both shelving books on the third floor when Sharon perked up as if she heard something. We both smiled as together but carefully we peeked around the corner to the study area, and sure enough there was that same blonde girl squatting over the garbage can, spraying loudly into it. She seemed to have perfected this as her pussy was placed perfectly over the rim of the trash can with her pee splashing into it without even a drop missing the can. As soon as she finished, she grabbed her books from the desk and walked out.

As soon as she was gone, Sharon smiled at me. "C'mon," she said. She led me over to the study area where the girl had been sitting. I was sure Sharon was about to mimic the girl's actions and squat over the trash can, but instead she kicked the can over, spilling the girl's pee and a few pieces of paper onto the carpet. "Oops," she said. I gasped as a lot more pee than I expected poured out of it. "Geez, does anyone ever empty this thing?" Sharon asked. "Well, I guess since the damage is already done…." As soon as she said this, she stepped to the corner where the trash can usually sits and rested her back against the wall. Then she hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and sprayed her pee onto the floor right where she had spilled the other girl's pee.

As I watched her while also looking carefully for anyone coming our way, I felt like I could pee soon, but I held it. Our shift was over soon, so I just enjoyed the sight of Sharon emptying her bladder all over the floor. She stopped peeing, slid her panties back into place, and stood up. Just as I thought she was finished, she slid off her shoes and I heard her say, "Ahhh," and then could see small trickles of pee running down her legs to drip to the floor. This didn't last long, but the relief and pleasure she felt was obvious.

I held my pee through the end of our shift and all the way home. It was bad enough that several times I thought I was going to wet my car seat. I did feel a few spurts in my panties after hitting some bumps, but I managed to hold it until I got home. Once I opened my front door, I knew exactly what I wanted, and it was the real reason I had held it for so long. I quickly pulled down my skirt and panties and walked over to my couch. Much like I had done at Sharon's, I reclined on the arm of my couch and stretched my legs out in front of me. Then I relaxed and let go. Immediately a warm spray of pee hissed out of me and soaked my thighs and dribbled into the couch cushions under me. I moaned at the wonderful relief and the soothing warm feeling beneath me as my pee soaked into the couch. I didn't care that I would need to clean up the mess as I just relaxed and peed fully into my couch. I had been drinking water most of the day, so I hoped the smell wouldn't be too bad, especially after I cleaned up. Honestly, though, I was beginning to not care. The naughtiness of it was a big part of the thrill. While still peeing, I slipped my fingers between my slit and started rubbing, knowing that it would not take much for me to cum. As my pee became a slow dribble that flowed down the crack of my butt, I rubbed harder until my climax started to build and soon I was screaming as I came. Some spurts of pee shot across my couch as I came, soaking it even more. When my orgasm finished, I just relaxed in the warmth and energy of it all.

For the rest of the evening, I sat around my place with no panties or skirt on, watching some television and reading a book. Whenever I had to pee, I would just relax and let it go however I was sitting, sometimes with my legs stretched out on the couch, sometimes sitting up with them over the side and just spraying my pee onto the floor. And I almost came again when I was sitting cross-legged on the couch while reading, and I let my pee go. It swirled around my crotch before absorbing into the cushion, making my bottom warm again. There was more than I expected, and the cushion seemed to struggle to take it. I started to feel that no amount of scrubbing or cleaning would ever get my couch back to the way it was before. But wasn't that also true of me after embracing my fetish? I resigned myself to the sheer pleasure and warmth of just wetting myself right there on my couch, moaning as the last of my pee seeped into the cushion.

And oh yes, there is more to tell. Perhaps in another letter.

Elaine

I finally did it. For the longest time I put it off because I was afraid of the consequences: the smell, a wet seat, a stain. However, today that all changed.

I was on my way to a swimming hole about an hour away, already wearing my swimming trunks and ready to go. I had drank two cups of coffee and a bottle of water, so about 45 minutes into my drive I was really feeling it. I got desperate, but I kept saying, "I can't pee in my car. I need to hold it until I get there." Five minutes later and I felt a wave of pressure, and I even let a little bit out, just enough to feel it in my swimming trunks, but I quickly cut it off because I didn't want to soak my car seat. Even though the seats in this car are dark and likely wouldn't stain, I still did not want to chance a pee smell in my car.

I finally made it to the swimming hole, which is basically the backwater to a nearby river. Hardly anyone comes here. I stepped out of my car and walked to the embankment that drops into the water. I waited to feel myself wetting my dry shorts, so I sat down and then let it go. It sprayed all over the front of my swimming trunks and flowed down to my bottom and created a river that flowed down to the water. When I finished, I hopped into the water and enjoyed a nice cool swim. I pissed a couple more times while swimming, as well.

Once back to my car, I realized that in my excitement to get to the swimming hole I had forgotten to bring a towel or a change of clothes. So I would have to get my seat wet on my way back home. Less than ten minutes into my drive back I felt the need to pee again. I had a thought that since the seat was already getting wet and I had peed several times in my swimming trunks earlier, maybe the smell wouldn't be bad. I reached a stoplight and decided to let go. It was only a little at first, and I was able to stop it. A few minutes later, though, it hit me again, and this time I was peeing full force into my swimming trunks. I glanced down and could see a puddle forming between my legs, but it soon absorbed into the seat. I knew there was no turning back now, and I ended up pissing my swimming trunks several times before finally reaching my home.

I was so turned on when I got home that I jerked off to the memory of what just happened and came pretty quickly. Then I went out to my car and sprayed it with Febreeze and a few sprays of vinegar, the put a towel down.

I don't know if I'll do it again. Maybe, but who knows?

How many of you (men or women) have pissed in your car?

This is the next installment in Elaine's series of letters to Wet Carpet. It contains deliberate wetting, panty wetting, naughty wetting, and bed and furniture wetting, as well as masturbation.

Dear Wet Carpet,

Some readers have written to me and wanted to know more about me and my coworker, if we have had any other wetting experiences together outside of the library. As a matter of fact, we have. This story will be longer than my other ones because there is much to tell.

My coworker and I had the same day off and decided to have a girl's day out. I am single, but she is married and fortunately her husband and two sons were on a camping trip. So our plan was to do some shopping and then maybe see a movie, then get some drinks, and take a cab home.

Our first experience happened while we were shopping in a bookstore (yes, I know, two librarians who like to shop at bookstores). "I need to find the bathroom," my coworker said. I nodded, and she walked to the nearest employee, a young looking guy with sandy blonde hair. My coworker did not look happy when she returned. "He said they're out of order, something about the plumbing being screwed up." She squeezed her legs together, making it obvious she would need to figure something out soon. "Let's take a walk," she said. We walked outside and she led me around the corner to an alleyway beside the bookstore. "Can you watch for me?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. I peeked around, making sure no one was coming towards us and gave her a thumbs up. I glanced at her as she leaned her back against the wall, pulled at the waist of her tights and panties and pulled them to her thighs, then sunk into a half squat. Seconds later she was spraying the concrete with her pee, making a river that flowed along the broken pavement. "Whew, that's a relief," she said. She was peeing for a while as I kept looking around. Once I realized we were still clear, I decided to pee, as well. I had worn a dark skirt that reached my knees and no panties, so I just spread my legs a little and let it go, not caring that I could feel some of it spray the back of my skirt and drip on my shoes.

When my coworker finally stood up, she looked at me as I was still peeing and smiled. "Impressive," she said. I just smiled as I sprayed the last bit of my pee down my legs. When I finished, I turned my bottom towards her. "Can you see anything?" I asked.

"Nope," she said. Satisfied, we went back into the bookstore and finished shopping.

Our next stop was a local seafood restaurant that had indoor and outdoor seating. We chose the outdoor seating because it was a warm day, and there wasn't anyone else outside. The outdoor seating was located on a wooden deck with round umbrella tables and matching wooden deck chairs. Our server arrived with glasses of ice water and some biscuits seasoned with garlic. My coworker and I both ordered fish tacos and margaritas. By the time our food came, I was halfway through my margarita and starting to feel the need to pee.

"I'll need to pee soon," I said. I debated getting up to use the restroom, but I was also beginning to wonder about my coworker and how she felt about wetting, even though we had both taken advantage of various places in the library.

"Well… are you going to run to the bathroom, or…?" That "or" held so much meaning to it that I think my questions about her were answered.

"Honestly, I think… I'm just going to go here. My skirt is already wet from earlier, there's no one else out here, and I don't think it will show on this wood."

My coworker giggled, giving me final affirmation that she was into this. "Better do it soon before our server gets back," she said.

I sat up in my seat and scooted forward just a little. Without moving my skirt out of the way, I spread my legs and sighed as I let go. My pee sprayed out of me with a hiss and soaked through the back of my skirt and dropped through the wooden slats on the chair. I sighed again as my flow increased, and I could feel it spraying my inner thighs.

"I'm kind of jealous," my coworker said as she watched me. "That looks like it felt really good," she said.

"It does," I said as my flow started to ease. I saw our server open the door out onto the deck, so I pushed to force the last of my flow out of me with few loud spurts and then gave a quick glance at the wooden floor. There was no sign of my wetting other than my now damp skirt, which she would not be able to see.

Our server refilled our drinks and left the deck again. "Screw it," my coworker said. I wasn't sure what she meant until she sat up in her seat. "My tights are black, so what the hell." I saw her face change just a bit, and then I heard a hissing sound as she peed full force into her panties and leggings. "Ohhh, holy shit that feels good," she said. "Wow… mmmm." I could now hear it dripping onto the wooden floor, as my coworker tried her best to maintain her composure.

"Told you so," I said. As her flow dwindled, we both smiled and enjoyed the rest of our meal and drinks.

Next, we took a cab to the nearest movie theater. It was still only late afternoon, so there was barely anyone at the theater. We decided on a movie, bought our tickets, as well as a large diet soda and a medium popcorn each. We were pleased to see that we were apparently the only ones interested in seeing that movie because the auditorium was empty. After about thirty minutes, my bladder was feeling the effects of the margaritas from earlier as well as my diet soda. While still watching the movie, I scooted forward in my seat and spread my legs as I hiked my skirt up just enough to spray a warm stream of pee onto the floor. I could feel some of it soak into my skirt and the edge of my seat, but most of it pattered to the theater floor and flowed down to the row in front of us. When I finished, I sat back in my seat. I caught sight of my coworker's face, her mouth dropped open, but she was smiling.

A little later in the movie, my coworker elbowed me. I looked over, and she had spread her legs. I could just barely see the glisten between her legs as she soaked her panties, her leggings, and the seat under her. She closed her eyes as she gasped and then moaned as she obviously let it all go in her pants. I decided since she had soaked her seat and since my skirt had been wet all day to follow her lead. I sat back in my seat, my eyes on the movie screen, and I let go. I felt my warm pee soak my crotch and warm my thighs and could feel it soaking into my skirt and warming the seat under me. I understood then why my coworker had moaned. This felt incredible, both soothing and naughty, and I could not stifle my own gasps of pleasure. My pee ended too soon, though, and I glanced at my coworker, who was smiling.

After the movie, we took a cab to her house. She offered to let me stay over since her husband and sons were out of town. I was hesitant, but when she offered to make us more margaritas I agreed. Her house was average size but very well kept and nearly spotless inside. She led me to the living room where there was a couch, a recliner, a coffee table, and a dark brown shag rug. The floor was a glossy linoleum floor that resembled hardwood.

"Have a seat," she said. "I'll go make those margaritas." I sat on her couch, admiring her quaint and comfortable little home. I could hear sounds coming from down the hall from what I assume was the kitchen. I started to feel a familiar need to pee, but I decided to hold it for a little longer. Soon, my coworker walked in carrying two glasses. She must have noticed something about me because she paused. "Are you okay?" she asked as she handed me one of the glasses.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I said. "I just think maybe I need to pee before I start drinking again." I laughed, and she giggled, as well. "Where's your bathroom?" I asked.

"Well, actually," she said as she sat on the recliner. She paused, and I started to wonder if she was about to say what I thought she was about to say. "I was thinking… with everything that's happened…." I knew exactly what she meant by "everything" and I smiled as she continued. "My husband and sons won't be home for the rest of the week, so I can clean up before they come home." She stared at me, a look of reluctant excitement on her face.

"Um," I said, "I mean… it's your house, but… I don't know." Actually, I did know. I had wanted this since she invited me into her home.

"I'm serious," she said. "I might not get another chance to do something like this, and all those times at the library have had me fantasizing about peeing in naughty places in my own house. I've been able to sneak little moments like peeing on the bathroom floor or in the shower and a few times through my panties on the toilet, and I've peed on a pile of dirty laundry before putting them in the washer. But I was always nervous that my husband or one of my sons would catch me. But now, I don't have to worry about that." Then, to show me that she was serious, she scooted forward to the edge of the recliner, pulled her leggings and panties down to her thighs, and sighed as a strong spray of pee splashed out of her and onto the linoleum floor. I watched it as it created a messy puddle at her feet, and I felt another wave of pressure in my bladder. "It's okay," she said, smiling. "Go ahead."

I followed her lead and scooted to the edge of her couch, hiking my skirt up to reveal my bare bottom. Then I sighed and let go. A hot stream of pee fell from me and splashed loudly onto the floor. I could feel drops of it against my feet and legs, and soon the puddle spread to my feet and toes. I giggled as I moved my feet around, playing in the puddle and letting my stream hit my bare feet.

My coworker stopped peeing, then scooted forward until she was on her knees in front of the recliner. Her leggings and panties were still at her thighs, and she knelt there with her back and arms against the front of the recliner. Then she looked down as her pee started again, spraying messily all over her panties and leggings and dripping to the floor. She moaned as she emptied her bladder this way.

Not wanting to be outdone, I cut off my flow, as well, and scooted forward until my bare ass was sitting on the floor. Then, with my knees bent in front of me, I sighed and let the rest of my pee hiss and dribble out of me and puddle between my legs and at my butt. There wasn't much left, but it was enough to soothe my bottom with warmth and relieve my bladder.

After we finished, my coworker surprised me when she completely removed her tights and panties. She went and grabbed some towels, and we dropped them on the floor over our puddles. We finally sat down to enjoy our margaritas and we talked, about her family, about our favorite movies, about books we loved and hated. My coworker leaned forward and grabbed one of the thicker towels from the floor. I watched as she placed it under her on the recliner and then sat back in the recliner and relaxed. Seconds later a messy spray of pee splashed from between her legs and soaked into the towel under her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she sighed to show her pleasure. "Wow, this feels good," she said. "Mmm, oh my god." She moaned loud enough that I thought she was about to have an orgasm. "You should try this," she said as her pee became a dribble. I didn't have to pee yet, so I just smiled.

"Maybe later," I said. My coworker's pee flow finally ended, and she grabbed a corner of the towel and wiped at her crotch and inner thighs. Then she stood up, removed the towel, and we both smiled when we saw that there was not even a hit of a wet spot on the fabric of the recliner. She wiped at her bottom with the towel, tossed it in the floor, and sat back down.

We talked more, and eventually our conversation led to our first experience at the library. Then my coworker asked the question I was anxiously expecting: was the library my first experience with wetting in places I shouldn't. I confessed to her that it was not and spilled everything to her about my wettings outside of the library. She listened attentively and then shared her own stories of accidents, sneaky wettings behind her car or in alleyways like earlier, down her legs while wearing a dress or a skirt, and one very naughty wetting in a furniture store. "The bathrooms were out of order, and I couldn't hold it any longer, so I found a little corner behind a big sofa, hiked up my skirt, and peed right through my panties onto the carpet." She admitted that she thought about sitting in a chair or on one of the sofas and just letting it go that way, but she was sure she would get caught and couldn't afford to replace such expensive furniture.

As she talked, I finally felt the need to pee again, so I reached down and grabbed one of the towels from the floor. "Gotta go," I said. My coworker smiled at me as I folded the towel once and placed it on the couch. I sat down without adjusting my skirt, relaxed, and let go. A warm burst of pee sprayed my inner thighs and soaked into my skirt and the towel under me. She was right, this did feel amazing. "Oh my…," I said as my flow increased, hissing out of me and warming my bottom.

"I know, right?" my coworker said as she watched me. Then she slid off the recliner and went to her knees again in front of it. She lowered her bare bottom down onto the towel in front of the recliner and was soon spraying a quiet stream of pee into the towel, sighing as she did so. The warmth beneath me was so wonderful that I felt my clit becoming very sensitive as my warm pee dribbled over it. This made me a little nervous because I wasn't sure if I wanted to orgasm in front of my coworker.

I watched her as she stopped her flow again and then stood up. She kicked the towels out of the way until she was standing on the bare floor again. Once she finished this, she stood with her legs together and started to pee again, letting it spray between her thighs and dribble down her leg. What she did next eased all of my anxiety. She reached down and touched herself as she peed, and I could hear her gasp, a sharp intake of breath. "Oh my god this feels good," she said. "And… I don't have to… be quiet…" she said as she rubbed herself a little more vigorously, still dribbling pee all over her hand and down her legs.

I couldn't help it then. My pee had stopped, but my bottom was still deliciously warm and wet, so I reached into my skirt and rubbed my soaked and naked slit. It didn't take long for both of us to start moaning with pleasure. My coworker came first in a loud scream. "Ohhh yes, ohhh god! Mmm! Ahhh! Ahhh! OHHHHHHH!" A strong spray shot from between her legs, which started to buckle as she climaxed. She sank to her knees, still dripping pee onto the floor.

I gasped as my climax started, and I bucked my hips, feeling the wetness of my skirt rub against my bottom and my pussy as I rubbed at my slit. "Ohhh shit. Oh! Ohhhhh!" I rubbed harder until I finally orgasmed right there on my coworker's couch, feeling light squirts warm my crotch and bottom again. When I finished, I slumped back into the couch, feeling completely content and satisfied. 

As it got later, my coworker placed a blanket and pillows onto the couch for me, as well as a sleeping pad and a few blankets on the floor for herself. Since we had both just orgasmed in front of each other, there seemed to be no more shame as we decided to both sleep naked. We were pretty tired after the excitement of the day, and just as I thought it was over, I heard her sigh followed by a soft hissing. I looked down and she was laying on her back with her legs spread, and it was obvious that she was soaking the sleeping pad and the covers under her. "Mmm, now I'll sleep well," she said. I laughed. "If you have to pee, you can use a towel," she said. I kind of did have to pee, so I grabbed one of the towels from the floor and slid it under my bottom. Instead of laying on my back, though, I rolled over on my right side and stretched my left leg out in front of me. I relaxed and felt my pee dribble out of me and soak into the towel beneath me, soothing my pussy lips with that warmth I had come to love. It was a lot more than I expected, and I started to worry that it was going to soak through to the couch cushion. I cut off my flow.

"I think I need a new towel," I said. "It's soaking through."

"Don't worry about it," my coworker said, her voice sounding very sleepy.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll just give the couch a good scrub tomorrow."

"Okay," I said. "Ohhhh," I moaned as I let the rest of my pee go, feeling it soak the towel again. The feeling was so soothing that soon I was drifting off to sleep.

I awoke to a rustling sound late in the night, and I looked to see my coworker moving around on the floor. She had tossed her covers off and rolled over onto her stomach. As I watched she lifted her bottom up and sprayed a warm jet of pee into the blanket under her. Then she stopped and rolled over onto her side with her leg stretched out, much like I had done earlier, and sighed as she started peeing again.

I was laying on my back as I watched her, and I could feel the cool dampness of the towel under me. I was also too tired to move as I felt my own pee begin to dribble out of me. I had a moment when I worried that the towel might not be completely under me, but it was too late as my pee flowed out of me, soaking the couch between my legs.

Sunlight peeking through curtains woke me up the next morning. I looked down and saw that my coworker was still asleep, wrapped comfortably into her covers. I knew they must have been soaked, but clearly she didn't mind. My fears about the couch were fully realized as I sat up and saw the unmistakable wet spot on the cushion beneath me. I said my coworker's name a few times until she finally groaned and opened her eyes.

"I kind of soaked your couch last night," I said. She laughed. 

"I told you, it's okay. Do you know how many things my sons have spilled on that couch? I have a cleaner that will get it right out, don't worry." She sat up and tossed her covers off of her. "Geez, I really soaked these blankets." I could see several sizable wet spots and obvious puddles on both the sleeping mat and the floor. She looked up at me. "How did it feel peeing on the couch?" she asked.

"Good. I was kind of half asleep, but what I remember felt great." I sat up so she could see the damp patch just at the edge of the center cushion and on part of the cushion at the end.

"I think I might…" She sat there for a moment looking at the couch, and then stood up. "Yeah, screw it, I really have to pee, and it's already wet, so…." I laughed as she sat at the other end of the couch. I took the hint and stood up to allow her to lay back and stretch her legs across the couch. "Okay, here it comes. Ohhh." Right away a messy stream of pee sprayed out of her and dribbled into her couch cushion. "Mmm, ohhh shit this feels so naughty." Her flow increased as she sat up just enough to watch it splash into the material and soak in, creating an even bigger wet spot.

As I watched her, I felt my own morning pee announcing its need, so I sat on the other end of the couch at her feet, still watching her closely and enjoying the feel of the fabric against my bare ass and pussy. I sat back and relaxed as I peed directly into the cushion beneath me, moaning at the warm feeling under me.

My coworker's pee had stopped, but now she was rubbing herself again, and I leaned forward as I was peeing full force into the couch, feeling it swirl around my clit and warm my bottom. As she started to gasp and moan, I felt my own orgasm building and soon we were both crying out loudly this time as she rubbed herself and I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my bare pussy against the soaking wet couch cushion. We both relaxed after our very satisfying orgasms and smiled at each other. 

Work was never the same after that, and I mean that in the best of ways. Perhaps I will return with more stories soon.

Elaine

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I have received several really sweet messages from many of your members, and some have asked for me to share more about the impact my wettings at the library have had on my personal life. As I have shared before, I have taken the pleasures of wetting myself home with me, as well, and not limited it to only the library. I can share more with you.

For starters, the discretion of secretly wetting myself without getting caught has afforded me some public wetting opportunities. For example, I was clothes shopping at the mall a while back, and as I perused one of the racks of dresses, I felt a little pressure in my bladder. Nothing serious, but enough to let me know I needed to go soon. But I ignored it and kept shopping. I found a very cute black and ocean blue skirt that would go well with a top I had at home. Then the wave of pressure hit again. I was wearing a short black skirt that reached just above my knees and a white top with some artsy looking designs on them. I looked around the store and noticed a few things: I was the only customer in the store, the checkout counter was at the other end with only one employee working, and the floor was a charcoal gray color. I might be able to get away with letting some of my pee flow down my legs to the carpet. So I stood at the far end of the clothes rack, sighed, and released some of the pressure, feeling the warmth of my pee as it soaked my panties and dribbled down my legs. I cut it off and stepped around to the side of the rack. I grabbed another cute black skirt (I've been partial to black for obvious reasons), and I let a little more go, again feeling my crotch get warm and wet and the soothing feeling of pee trickling against my inner thighs and down my legs. I didn't mind that it was also getting my shoes wet because I had worn a pair of black flats, so my pee just dropped off of them and to the floor. I cut my flow off again as I had an idea.

I carried the two skirts over to the changing rooms. They were unlocked, so I did not need to get help from an employee, which was good because I didn't want to call attention to myself. As I entered the dressing room, my smile grew as I realized the carpet was the same dark color. I didn't really need to try on the new skirts because I knew they would fit. I had other reasons for being here. I sat on the bench, which had a cushion that matched the carpet. I scooted to the edge of the bench and, without even bothering to move my skirt out of the way, sighed as I let go completely. Immediately my panties filled with warm pee, and I could feel some of it soak into the edge of the cushion before dripping softly to the carpet between my legs. I watched it flow out of me and down to the floor, some of it dripping down the front of the bench, creating a barely noticeable puddle. It was over too soon, though. I stood up and swiped at the wet spot with my foot. Now it was barely visible, especially to someone who wasn't looking for it. I grabbed the two skirts and walked to checkout. No one seemed to notice the wet spot that was undoubtedly present on the bottom of my skirt.

Later, after also visiting the book store (where I stayed dry) and picking up a few books I was eating lunch in the food court. I deliberately selected a seat next to the water fountain for two reasons: the soothing sounds of splashing water (which coincidentally make me have to pee) and the fact that the floor next to it is often wet with splashes from the fountain. As I sat eating and flipping through a book, I felt the need to pee again. Remembering that my skirt was already wet, I looked around to make sure no one was looking directly at me. Seeing that it was clear, I went back to my book as I parted my legs just enough to comfortably relax and let my pee out. I felt it soak my panties and warm my inner thighs and crotch before dribbling through my seat and to the already wet floor. I let go completely this was, licking my lips to keep from moaning at the pleasure. It was a quick hard pee, less than 30 seconds, but it was enough that I felt a tingle in my crotch as it splashed my clitoris.

Another time, as the mall became more crowded I actually tried visiting the bathrooms even though I was wet already. But, as usual, the women's restroom had a line that reached out into the hallway. So I walked a little further down and found a stairway near one of the exits. There was a pipe running down the wall in the corner that must have had a leak because there was a big puddle beneath it and a river running down towards the steps. I looked down the stairs and out the window of the door I came in through to make sure it was clear. I stepped back close to the pipe, spread my legs, and let my pee go again. This time it fell from between my legs in a steady stream that mixed with the puddle in the floor and followed the trail of wetness down the steps. I didn't have much, but it was enough to feel relief. 

When it was time to leave, I walked out to my car thinking about all of my secret wettings that day. I had parked in the upper level of the parking garage where only a few other cars were parked. There was no one parked next to me. I tossed my bags in the back seat, opened my door, and got in. Once in, I felt this wave of erotic desire as I thought about my day. I scooted my bottom to the edge of my seat and reached between my legs to slide my panties aside and rub myself. I rubbed my already wet slit and teased my clitoris. I gasped as I continued this for about a minute before I felt my climax building. I rubbed and teased until I was bucking my hips and gasping as I orgasmed right there in my car. When I finished, I felt I needed to pee again. I opened my passenger door and realized there was still no one nearby. I draped my legs out of my car door, pulled my panties aside, and sprayed a hot stream of pee out onto the garage pavement. I watched it as it splattered loudly onto the concrete and created a river that flowed down towards other parked cars. My flow finally ended, and I closed my door and smiled as I started my car and drove home.

If I keep getting the love from readers that I have been receiving lately, there will be more stories.

Elaine
 

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Dear Wet Carpet, 

And so I return again with more tales of wetting experiences at the library. I hesitated telling you this story, but it's just too juicy to leave out, and since I don't use my real name, and you still don't know which university or which library, I'm not worried about ruining anybody's life or career.

One of my coworkers also wets in random places in the library. And yes, this is the same coworker I caught in the archives. I thought maybe that was a one-time thing, but a little while later I was on my way up to the third floor when I heard it before I saw it, a splashing sound. I turned the corner at the top of the stairwell, and there she was, standing with her dress lifted, her knees bent slightly, and her hand pulling her panties aside as she sprayed a stream of pee onto the carpet. She saw me and gasped, and she tried to stand up and let her dress fall back down, but she knew there was no mistaking the wet spot on the carpet or the few shiny droplets of pee on her thighs. Her face turned very red. "Oh, Elaine, umm… I was, umm… I'm sorry. I just… I really had to go, and the bathroom is all the way downstairs, and… I'm sorry." I held up a hand and assured her that no apologies were necessary.

"I understand," I said. "This building is so big, and it's like a maze, and there are only so many bathrooms."

"Exactly!" she said. "Which I think is why we find some many wet spots in this place." We both laughed. Then she grabbed her crotch and gasped.

"You still need to pee, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Do you mind?"

"As long as you don't mind if I join you." She said she didn't mind, and we were both about to pee right there in the corner near the stairwell when we heard footsteps and voices coming up the stairs. We quickly shuffled down the hall and stepped behind one of the shelves just as the door opened. Two guys stepped into the hall and walked over to the row of study cubicles, chatting about their Economics professor. One of them pulled out his laptop, and it was obvious they were going to be there for a while.

"Elaine," my coworker whispered, "I don't think I can hold it any longer. I've already squirted a few times just standing here."

"Well," I said, "since your panties are already wet, you might as well just go." And as if to show her exactly what I meant, I slid my sandals off and then stood still and sighed as I emptied my bladder and just let it run down my legs.

"Okay, yeah, I can't hold it anymore," she said, and she squatted close to the floor. I could see the obvious wet stain on the crotch of her pink panties get instantly darker as she soaked them with her pee. It dribbled quickly but quietly to the carpet. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in an expression of relief. "Oh my god, that feels so much better," she said, perhaps a little too loudly. I glanced at the two guys as my flow started to ease. They did not seem to notice us at all. When she finally finished peeing, she stood up, and we quickly left out the other end of the third floor hallway.

We walked down to the bathrooms downstairs. We both went into a stall, and I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe off my damp legs and around my crotch. "My panties are soaked," she said. "Oh well, no point in worrying about it now." There were a few seconds of silence, and then I heard a hissing sound and the familiar sound of tinkling. I deduced that she must have been peeing through her panties into the toilet. She sighed, and then she admitted to me that this wasn't her first time peeing in the library. I confessed that I had seen her in the archives and that I had also peed in a few places myself. She laughed. "It's good to know I'm not some weird, disgusting freak or anything," she said. Much like myself, she started after finding wet spots in various places in the library and then having to pee badly but not wanting to bother to walk all the way downstairs to the restrooms. I shared with her a few of my own experiences (other than my few more pleasurable wettings at home).

We became good friends after that, as well as accomplices in our secret wetting experiences and sightings. She came to me one day and told me of a dark haired young man whom she had seen take out his penis and spray his pee behind one of the shelves on the second floor. About a week later, I shared with her that I had spotted a blonde girl squatting in a corner on the third floor, her pee splashing out of her in a messy stream that created an impressive puddle on the carpet.

About a month later, we were both shelving books on the top floor. The library had closed for the day, but we still had an hour left of our shift. I looked at her, and she was squirming a bit as she handed me another book from the cart.

"Everything okay?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what was wrong. 

"I need to pee," she said. She was grinning and looking around as she grabbed her crotch. 

"Well, we're closed, so there's not going to be anyone coming up here," I said.

"I know," she said, "which is why I'm thinking." She gasped and then stood straight. "Ooh, I'd better think fast, though." She scanned the area again and smiled as her gaze led to the lounge area near the shelves.

"You're not," I said, genuinely surprised. 

"I am," she said, grinning. She walked carefully to the lounge, and I reluctantly followed. In spite of everything I had witnessed, I wasn't sure how I felt about this. But I watched her as she walked to the sofa, which had soft brown cushions, and started to lift the back of her dress. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," she said. She turned around and placed her bottom on the cushion. "I'm just going to leave my panties on. I don't really want to put my bare ass on a cushion that hundreds of strangers sit on. They're already wet anyway."

"They stay wet," I said, laughing. I knew this because mine did, as well.

"Oh god, here it comes," she said, and seconds later she gasped, and I could hear the hissing and dribbling as she sat there and peed into the sofa cushion. I couldn't see anything because of her dress and because the cushion must have absorbed every drop. "Ohhh, wow, this feels really good. It's so warm. Mmm." She gasped again, and I could still hear it hissing out of her. "Ohhh, god, Elaine, you have to try this." Despite my hesitation to damage the furniture, I'll admit I did envy her look of pleasure. Soon, she was finished. She stood up and shook her hips as small droplets fell from her. Then she just turned around and flipped the cushion over. There were no signs of her wetting at all, not even a spot. "There," she said, "nobody will even know."

I knew I had to try it now after seeing how easy it was to hide the evidence. "Okay, I'll do it," I said. She clapped as I walked over to the chair that matched the sofa. It was covered with the same color cushions and could be flipped over, as well. I turned and lifted the back of my skirt and sat down. Unlike my coworker, though, I decided I wanted to watch as I wet myself in this chair. I relaxed and spread my legs just enough to see my panty covered crotch. Then I sighed. "Here it comes," I said. I breathed out as a steady stream of pee soaked the crotch of my panties and dribbled into the cushion between my legs. It absorbed quickly, but I could still feel it's warmth as it pooled at my crotch and soaked back towards my bottom. I watched it spray through my panties, and I could not help but reach down and pull them aside as my stream grew stronger and hissed messily into the seat cushion. "Ohhhhh, my god, you were right," I said as I continued peeing, watching it and listening to it dribble into the seat cushion. With the tip of my finger, I just barely touched my clitoris and gasped. I bit my lip as I had a small orgasm while still peeing. I don't know if my coworker noticed, and I didn't care. I just sighed and enjoyed the naughty pleasure of peeing right there into the lounge furniture. My flow finally eased to a dribble and then stopped. I sat there for a moment, enjoying the warmth under me, before I stood up, shook the droplets of pee from my bottom, and then flipped the seat cushion over. Again, there was no sign of any wet spots at all.

My coworker and I continued to be friends until she quit after finishing her Masters degree. We kept in touch, though, and we have even gone out for drinks. Maybe another time I'll tell you stories of other wetting adventures we had together.
 

Elaine

Dear Wet Carpet, 

By request, I have decided to write to you again about some of the wettings I have seen in our university library in my 20 plus years working there. 

Let me begin by sharing how seeing all of these wettings changed my habits, as well. As I mentioned before, there were a few moments when I was bold enough to wet the carpet in several areas of the library. Over time, I just began to see how practical it could be when I was shelving books to just look and make sure no one was around and just pee right there on the carpet. I always wore dresses or skirts, so most of the time I would just stand with my feet slightly apart and let a quick dribble out onto the floor. There was one time, though, I heard someone coming down the steps to the tier where I was working, but I had been really desperate and could not hold it for long. I put my legs together, and while the person entered the stacks just a few rows down from me, I couldn't hold on, so I slipped off my shoes and I just let it go as quietly as I could down my legs. I really loved the feeling of my warm pee soaking my panties and then flowing down my legs. I stifled a sigh as I let it all go this way, feeling it pool at my feet, as well.

I once saw another young lady pee in a similar way at our library. I watched her as she looked around (the common sign that someone is about to discretely wet our carpet or themselves), and then she stepped back against one of the back walls. She hiked her skirt up, and I thought maybe she was going to squirt her pee back against the wall much like I had seen another young lady do before. But this young lady actually pressed her behind against the wall, and seconds later I heard her sigh and could actually see her strong flow of pee as it flowed down her legs and down the wall behind her.

I also witnessed two young women copulating in one of the study rooms. I thought I was alone on the second floor until I heard a distinct moaning sound coming from one of the study rooms. I approached it carefully from a side angle and peeked in. A young brunette was sitting in the cushioned chair with her skirt hiked up and her legs spread, and another girl with beautiful mocha colored skin and curly dark hair was knelt in front of her with her face buried between the girl's legs. Then as I watched, the curly haired girl sat up, and nodded as the brunette started to pee right there. Some of it dribbled onto the seat cushion, but as her flow increased it dribbled onto the carpet. The curly haired girl knelt down again and resumed her spot between the brunette's legs.

I have witnessed a few young men peeing, as well, but these actually bore me because it's generally the same routine. Young man has to pee, looks around, steps up to a wall or corner, whips out his penis and pees. Then he's done. That's usually it. Sure, some of them had very nice looking penises, but the actually settings were just kind of average compared to some of the women.

Take, for instance, the young woman who I caught in the stairwell. I was standing right at the door, about to open it, when I spotted her through the window. She was sitting at the top of the steps, leggings and panties pulled down, and was spraying a messy stream down the steps. My foot bumped the door, and she jumped up quickly, but then I could see a dark rivulet of pee trickle down her legs as she ran out the top stairway door. I actually spotted her again later sitting at one of the sofas in a lounge area near the back of the front lobby. I watched her closely without being noticed, and I could even see the wet spot on her tights. I noticed she was getting fidgety and had her legs tightly together, so it was clear she still needed to pee. As I watched her, I saw the crotch of her tights glisten and she stopped fidgeting. Luckily for her, both her tights and the sofa cushions were dark, so her wetting might go unnoticed by someone who wasn't looking for it (like me).

All these sightings and settings transformed my own habits, as I said. I peed in various places in the library when I found the chance, and I also started wetting at home. After my first few wettings at the library, I went home after a long day and needed to pee. My panties were still damp from dribbling in them during one of my discrete pees when I thought I heard someone and pulled my panties up even though I wasn't quite finished. I live alone, so I unlocked my apartment and stepped into the little hallway between my front door and my living room. I shut my front door, and as I felt a wave of pressure in my bladder, I didn't stop it. I just stood there and emptied my bladder. It sprayed out in a strong stream that hissed and soaked my panties and even the front of my skirt and it flowed out of me and splashed onto the tile floor next to my front door. I moaned as my flow ended, and then I reached between my legs and slipped my fingers in and it didn't take long before I was screaming out as I orgasmed.

Later, as I was sitting on my couch in my nightgown enjoying a good book and a cup of tea, I had to pee again. I looked down at the floor of my apartment, which was mostly linoleum except for a few rugs that I had bought. One of those rugs was a dark brown. I contemplated until another small wave of pressure hit my bladder. I reached my foot out and scooted the rug closer to the couch. Then I took my panties off completely and hiked my gown up as I knelt on the floor next to my couch with the rug right beneath me. I breathed out and my pee dribbled out of me and dropped quietly onto the rug. I squatted further until my bare pussy was right against the soft fibers of the rug and then peed more. I could feel the warmth of my pee as it sprayed into the rug, making the fabric darker. I lowered myself down until I was sitting directly on the rug and then extended my legs in front of me. I breathed out again and completely let go. I gasped at both the feeling and the sight of my pee as it sprayed messily out of me and all over my thighs and the rug. I could not help but touch myself while still peeing, feeling the warm trickle all over my fingertips as I rubbed until I was bucking my hips and crying out, still dribbling pee.

And later that night, I awoke needing to pee. I thought about crawling out of bed and squatting right on the floor next to my bed, but I was so exhausted that even that seemed like too much effort. I finally decided that I couldn't be bothered to even move, and as the pressure in my bladder grew and grew, I didn't bother stopping it. I was laying on my left side with my right leg extended just a bit when I felt the first dribble wet the sheets beneath me. I had left my panties off, so there was nothing to impede my flow from soaking my bed. I hesitated as another drop warmed the sheet, but it also felt so nice that I knew I would be wetting my bed. Another wave came, and this time I could hear it hissing out and feel it spraying against the sheet and spreading under me. I moaned and sighed as I just lay there and wet my bed. The next morning, I woke up and only felt a bit of regret at the damp spot on my sheets and mattress. But as I sat up and felt my usual morning need to pee, I thought, Might as well, and I just spread my legs and emptied my morning bladder into my bed. I rubbed myself again, and soon I was screaming and cumming, feeling my wet sheets under me.

Perhaps I will return and share more tales, but for now…

Elaine
 

Dear Wet Carpet,

I work in a library at a prestigious university, and I have a few tales for you. Our library is quite old, being one of the original buildings erected not long after the university was founded. We have more than five million books in our library, with three floors and several tiers lined with shelves, as well as private nooks and rooms for studying and a few conference spaces and even a small auditorium. There are also several offices, an audio visual room, five fully equipped computer labs, three learning centers for holding classes, and of course our main lobby which houses our front desk. There is also a full basement where the archives are located.

In my 25 years working at this library, I have seen some things that are perfect for your publication. Other than the restrooms, the archives, and a few of the offices, the library is carpeted throughout. Not long after I first started working there I found a wet stain beneath the desk of one of the study nooks. I told my supervisor, thinking it might be a spill or a leak. She just rolled her eyes. "Sounds like somebody peed again." I was taken aback by her response, especially that she had said "again," indicating that this has happened before. In fact, she shrugged and said, "It happens," as if reading my mind. When I asked what I should do, she just shrugged again. "Nothing. Not your problem. We've tried to stop it, but we can't watch every single person who comes into this building. Custodial staff cleans those rooms and shampoos the carpets once a week, so just leave it."

After that, I could not get the idea out of my mind that students apparently just pee on the carpet in our library. It was on my mind so often that any time I passed the study nooks I couldn't help but peek inside or check the desks for more wet stains. Some time went by before I caught sight of a young lady in a skirt sitting in one of the study nooks, reading a textbook. She was sitting up close to the edge of her chair. I paused and glanced in just in time to see a stream of urine falling from her skirt to the carpet under her. I wonder if I should confront her, but I was also amazed by her discretion and by the ease with which she seemed to just go as if it were perfectly normal to wet the carpet. Her stream finished, and she scooted back in her seat and continued reading.

I blinked, still amazed by what I had witnessed, and still uncertain how to respond. I finally just walked away, but I couldn't get the image out of my mind. She had just scooted up and just peed like it was no big deal. Like it was something she did all the time. I wondered if she was the culprit of the stain I had found before. Regardless, I also could not deny that I was excited by the idea of someone, especially such a studious and I assumed otherwise conscientious young lady just brazenly peeing on the carpet so nonchalantly.

Another time, I found a stain down the wall in one of the hallways between two stacks. It looked like either a young man or a young lady with a strong stream had

About a month or so later, I was re-shelving some books when I heard whispering voices. This, of course, is nothing out of the ordinary in a library. But I could actually make out their words. It was a young man and a young woman perhaps hiding together in one of the corners. From my position, I was able to peek through the stacks without being seen. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was happening. They were both standing, the young lady with her back against the wall. She was wearing a skirt, which was lifted, and her legs were spread with the young man between them. He was moving his hips and as I watched them, I couldn't help but feel my face get flushed. Again, part of me felt I should stop them and kick them out, but I was both embarrassed and turned on by the sight. The young man started moving a little more quickly, and the young lady moaned softly but loud enough that I could hear her. Then he buried his face in her neck, and I heard him grunt and soon his thrusting stopped. They moved apart, the young man zipping his pants and the young lady tried to smooth her skirt. 

As if copulating in the stacks wasn't shocking enough, what happened next just cemented in my mind what I had been thinking for some time. The young lady whispered to the young man, "Make sure nobody's coming, I've got to pee." The young man laughed, but he turned away from me to look out the doorway out of the stacks. They were still clueless to my presence. He gave her a thumbs up, and the young lady lifted her skirt again and squatted right where she was. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a strong stream of pee onto the carpet. It didn't last long, and as soon as it was over, she stood up, took his hand, and they were gone.

I couldn't help it. Once I was sure they were gone and I was alone, I walked over to where they had stood and just stared at the stain the girl had left behind. As if my own body was taking over, I felt wetness between my legs and felt my head swimming from what I had just witnessed. I also felt like I had to pee, as well. I finally decided to abandon my self-restraint and give in to the desire that had been on my mind for a while. It seemed many students had the temerity to empty their bladders in various places of the library. So I decided I could not deny my curiosity any longer. I looked around to make sure no one else was in the stacks, but honestly I was not certain if I would have cared. Before I could change my mind I pulled my panties down and squatted right over the wet spot the young lady had created. It took a little while, but I breathed out and a warm stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed to the carpet. I could not help but watch it as it dribbled onto the dark brown carpet and added to the damp puddle before slowly absorbing into the fabric. This felt so naughty that I thought I would pass out with pleasure. "Oh my," I said, sighing as the last of my pee flowed out of me. Once my pee stopped, I knew what else I needed, so I started rubbing myself. Within thirty seconds, I was gasping, and I actually had to lean back against the wall to keep from falling over and bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming as I orgasmed right there in the stacks.

After that day, for years I actively looked for other students who were secretly trying or actually peeing in our library. It didn't happen often, but there were moments that stand out. I caught a girl standing in a corner in one of the back hallways, with her pants and panties pulled down, spraying a stream backwards into the corner. I saw a young man seated in one of the study nooks take out his penis and spray towards the wall under the desk. While shelving books I saw a girl, seated on the floor reading a book, who looked to see if anyone was around. When she felt it was clear, she returned to her book, but I heard her sigh and could just barely hear a hissing sound as she sat there and peed herself. I even caught one of my coworkers who was searching for something in archives and, like the others, had no idea I was around. She looked around to make sure it was clear and just spread her legs and let her pee fall from under her dress to the carpet between her feet.

And of course I took every opportunity to pee on the carpet, as well, often repeating my first experience, either squatting or standing over someone else's wet spot, emptying my bladder and enjoying the sight of it as it soaked the carpet even more, and almost always getting myself off afterwards. All these years, and no one has ever gotten into trouble or been dismissed from the library for these brazen acts. Perhaps some of you should come visit some day.

Elaine
 

This story contains both m and f peeing, sex, and pee vandalism.

 

Dear Wet Carpet

After reading a few letters that told stories about people peeing in carpark stairways, I finally decided to share something that happened a few years ago with me and my husband.

We were on our way home from a road trip out in the country, and it was getting late. We were still several hours from home, so my husband decided we should get a hotel for the night because we were both feeling too tired to drive. It took a while, but he finally found a small hotel that only had two floors but still looked nicer than anything else we had passed. I had been feeling the need to pee for a little while, but I figured I was able to hold it until we got checked into our hotel room.

My husband went inside to check us in, and after quite some time he came out, looking grumpy. As soon as he entered the car, he said, "Hateful ass lady. I had to ring the bell three times before anyone even came to the desk. And then she was rude as hell." He grumbled in frustration, and we drove around to a parking space. Our room was on the second floor, and since it was only two floors we decided to take the stairs. At the top of the first landing, there was a very obvious wet spot that looked like someone had either squirted a water bottle or had peed right there on the landing.

"Guess somebody couldn't hold it," my husband said. I laughed, but it was a nervous laugh because I was starting to feel desperate, as well. We opened the door to the second floor and walked to our room. My husband swiped the key card, but there was a buzzing sound, and the light turned red. He swiped it again, same result. Third time, same result. He let me try, same result. We looked at the number on the card, and it did match the number on the door. He tried it again. By now, I was getting really nervous because I could feel pressure in my bladder. I finally knew I had to say something to him.

"Babe, I really have to pee," I said. "We gotta figure something out." He tried the card again. "It's obviously not working."

"Dammit," he said. "I really don't want to go back down to deal with that bitch."

"Well, we have to get into our room!" I said.

"I know," he said. "I gotta piss, too, so I know, trust me. I'll be back." He rushed down the hall and then down the steps. I watched him exit the outside stairwell door and sprint to the main office. Time passed, and several times I felt a wave of pressure in my bladder that I was just barely able to hold off. Finally, I saw him come out of the office and run back to the bottom stairwell door. I waited very impatiently as he came out of the door and down the hall.

"Oh thank God," I said. He swiped the card key. It buzzed again, and the light turned red.

"What the fuck?" my husband said. He tried it again. Buzz. Red light. "Fuck this!" He backed away from the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I gotta go!" he yelled as he walked to the stairwell. "Come on," he said. I hesitated, but then a wave of pressure hit again, so I followed him down the hall. Without saying anything else, my husband walked down to the first landing, whipped out his dick, and sprayed a stream all over the wall. I gasped. "Hey, obviously somebody else had the same idea, and I'm sorry, but I had to fucking go."

"Screw it," I said, as another strong wave hit my bladder. I stood at the top of the steps, yanked my leggings and panties down, and squatted right there. Literally seconds later a strong gush of pee just sprayed out of me and splashed down the stairs. My husband stared wide-eyed as his own stream was coming to an end. I sighed with pleasure at the relief as I emptied my bladder and watched it splash and flow on the concrete steps.

My husband shook his dick, but he did not put it away when he turned to watch me. He had a very obvious erection. "That is so hot, babe," he said. I giggled. He had seen me pee many times before, but the naughtiness of this must have been turning him on. I realized it was getting to me, as well.

My flow stopped, and I stood up. I was about to pull my panties and leggings up, but my husband stopped me. "Not yet," he said. He came up the steps to me and firmly but not hurtfully pushed me back against the stairway door. He pressed his body against me, and I felt the tip of his penis right at my pussy. He kissed me hard, and I wrestled away from him just enough to turn myself around until I was facing the door. I placed my hands on the door and stuck my ass out for him. He grabbed my ass and then he was inside of me, thrusting and groaning. He reached one of his hands around and fingered me at the same time. In less than 30 seconds we both screamed as he came inside of me. We stayed there for a few more seconds and then quickly gathered ourselves.

"I guess I should go down there again and tell that bitch to either give me a key that works or give me a refund." He kissed me and then went back downstairs. When he returned, they had assigned us to a different room. The card key worked on the first try, and we were finally able to get in. We both collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

There is a bonus ending to our story. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and realized my husband wasn't in the bed. I looked around in the near darkness and finally saw him standing close to the wall of the hotel room.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked. It only took me a few seconds to realize he was peeing on the hotel room wall.

"I'm sorry, babe, but that bitch downstairs pissed me off so much. Fuck her and this place."

"Yeah, but somebody else has to clean that up," I said.

"No, I saw in the information downstairs that this place charges a cleaning fee because it's owner operated. And the bitch downstairs is the owner."

"But," I said, "they have our information. What if they charge us for the damage?"

"I didn't have to give them our information," he said. I could hear the hissing of his pee start to fade. "I paid cash." I have to be honest, as he said this and as I laid there listening to him pee on the wall, I felt a tingle in my pussy.

"Now I have to pee," I said. I debated going to the bathroom, but the naughty thought of going somewhere in the hotel room really excited me, like it tapped into some fantasy I didn't even know I had.

"Go for it," my husband said. I got out of bed and walked across the room to the soft chair that was in the corner of the room. "Fuck yeah," my husband said. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat watching me. I took my leggings and panties all the way off and sat in the chair, feeling the soft cushion on my bare ass. I closed my eyes and seconds later I could feel my warm pee dribbling out of me and soaking into the seat cushion.

"Oh my god, this feels good," I said.

"That's so fucking hot," my husband said.

"Ohhh, it's so warm under my ass and around my crotch. Mmm." My flow didn't last much longer, but I sat there for a moment and enjoyed the warmth under me.

"Come here," my husband said. He had also removed his trousers and boxers, so we were both naked from the waist down. I walked over to him and then straddled him with one leg on each side of him. He slipped his penis into me and grabbed my ass as I rode him. He removed my shirt and bra, and I removed his shirt. I moved up and down on him, slid my hips back and forth, and soon we were panting and gasping again as we both orgasmed and he came inside me again. We flopped back onto the bed, crawled up to our placed in the bed, snuggled up still fully naked, and soon fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my husband greeted me with a smile and a kiss. "I gotta take a piss," he said. He stood up and walked over to the soft chair. I watched as he drenched it even more with a heavy flow of his morning pee. It added to the dark stain that I had created the night before.

As I watched him, I felt my own morning need calling to me, and so I tossed the covers off of me, spread my legs and just relaxed. Seconds later my bladder emptied itself with a messy spray all over my thighs and the sheets between my legs. My husband turned around and watched, looking wide-eyed again. Before my flow even stopped, he climbed onto me and slid his penis along my slit. "Oh! Oh my god!" I cried, still peeing, making a mess in the bed and all over his cock. He entered me, and it only took a few thrusts before I was screaming my orgasm and he came inside me again.

When we left that day, we agreed to make plans for another cheap, pay cash, hotel wetting.

Sandy
 

This story is a continuation of my Roommates series. It contains female and male peeing, furniture and bed wetting, and a good bit of m/f and f/f sex (including anal)

 

Even though Denise hesitated, she already knew her choice. She pointed to the black haired guy, feeling her cheeks turn red as he smiled at her. "Him," she said.

"Excellent choice," Jenna said. "That's Connor. He loves to eat pussy, and he likes it really wet, so you two should get along nicely." Connor walked closer to them, still grinning at Denise. "Let's get you two a room," Jenna said. She started to lead them down the hall, but Denise paused.

"Can Starla come?" she asked. Starla giggled and was obviously excited by the invitation.

"Of course," Jenna said. "Starla can even bring a friend if she wants." Starla squealed with delight and grabbed the arm of the blonde guy who had brought them drinks earlier. "That's Matt," Jenna said. "Another great choice. Matt has a very impressive cock, as you can see, and he knows how to use it." She laughed as she led the four of them down the hall. 

They came upon a couple having sex in the hallway, the woman riding the man slowly and sensously. Denise's eyes widened as she realized the man had entered her anally and the woman's expression showed a mix of pleasure and pain. The woman gasped and a flow of warm pee sprayed out of her and all over the man's abdomen. He groaned and the woman cried out just as the five of them passed them.

"Have you ever had anal sex before?" Jenna asked.

"I have," Starla said.

"Denise?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, but only a few times," Denise said. "Most of the guys I've been with weren't interested. Basically, if they didn't ask for it neither did I."

"That's a shame," Jenna said. "Do you enjoy it?"

"I don't… not like it," Denise said. "The first time it really hurt because I don't think we did it right. He was too eager and was a bit forceful. So the second time I was hesitant, but he was gentler so I was more relaxed and I enjoyed it. I've only done it one other time, and it was nice."

"Hmm," Jenna said, smiling. She stopped and opened a door. They were greeted with the sight of two couples in the midst of a foursome. The two women were knelt on all fours facing each other and kissing while the two men fucked them doggy style. "Well, not this room," Jenna said. She closed the door and led them further down the hall to another door.

Jenna opened the door to a dimly lit room with a king sized bed that took up most of the room, a few cushioned chairs, a bedside table with a lamp, and a wide window overlooking the deck outside. "Perfect," Jenna said. She led the four of them into the room, gesturing with her arm. "It's all yours," she said. "Enjoy."

"You're not staying?" Denise asked. She pouted, feeling genuinely disappointed. Denise stepped closer to Jenna until their breasts touched. She caressed Jenna's arm with her fingertips. "Please, stay with us." Jenna smiled.

"I suppose it would be nice," Jenna said. Starla squealed again, and even Connor and Matt smiled to show their delight. "But this is for you, my dear," Jenna said to Denise. Jenna leaned forward and kissed Denise directly on the mouth and pressed her body closer. "Enjoy every feeling, obey every temptation. Don't resist. Relax and let us pleasure you."

Denise felt something touch her back and quickly realized it was Starla pressing her body against her. She could feel Starla's breasts against the small of her back. Then she felt Starla's fingers trace their way down to Denise's tummy and then lower to the top of her slit. Denise sighed and leaned back as Starla kissed the side of her neck and Jenna began kissing her left breast. Denise closed her eyes, and just then she felt another set of lips begin to kiss her right breast. She opened her eyes to see Matt eagerly sucking on her nipple, and she felt his teeth as he nibbled at the tip.

"Oh my god, you all are killing me," Denise said.

Jenna giggled. "We're just getting started," she said. They all three stopped and turned her around. Connor was waiting for her at the bed, smiling and staring at her lustfully. Higher erection was very impressive, and Denise could not keep from looking at it. He reached his arm out, and she took it as he led her to the bed. Starla and Matt walked around to the other side of the bed. Jenna walked over to one of the cushioned chairs and sat down. She immediately opened her legs and the room filled with a hissing sound as she sprayed her warm pee into the seat cushion. When her flow stopped, she started to touch herself.

Connor laid Denise down on her back on the bed with her legs hanging over the side. She looked at him as he continued to smile, but there was hunger and lust in his eyes, as well. "Do what you want," she said. Denise could hear Starla and Matt getting up to something next to them, but she was mostly focused on Connor. He stepped closer to her, and at first she thought he was going to enter her right then. Instead, he sighed and she felt his warm urine spray all over her lower tummy and her slit. She couldn't help but reach down and touch herself, ignoring the messy splashes of pee on her hands. "Oh fuck that feels good," she said. His flow stopped, and then she felt him take her hand away from her crotch and seconds later he replaced it with his tongue. "Oh! Ohhh shit!"

"Mmm, I told you," Jenna said, her gasping voice making it clear she was enjoying the show, "Connor likes to eat pussy, and he likes it wet." Denise moaned again as Connor flicked his tongue expertly around her slit, playing with her clit just right. She cried out as she felt her orgasm building. "Oh god, ohhh my god, I'm gonna… OHHHHhhhhh!" As she screamed and bucked her hips, Connor moved away as Denise sprayed a strong squirt of urine that splashed all over the edge of the bed and the carpeted floor and some of it splashed Connor's feet. "Oh my god, I've never cum so hard," Denise said.

"Mmm, oh sweetie," Jenna said, "he's not finished yet." 

Connor stepped back to Denise and swung her legs up onto the bed. She finally noticed Starla on the bed next to her laying on her stomach with her legs spread and Matt between them, rubbing her slit gently with his fingers. Denise rolled over to her side and watched as Starla sighed and let her pee go, soaking the bed between her legs and Matt's hands. He did not stop rubbing, though, until her flow stopped. Then he moved forward and let his penis enter her easily and slowly. "Oh god, yes," Starla said. Matt leaned forward more, going deeper into her. "Mmm, yes."

"That looks so hot," Jenna said. She gasped again, and they heard another hiss as she dampened the seat cushion once more.

Denise felt Connor behind her as he placed small kisses on her neck and shoulder. She continued to watch Darla, enjoying the look of pleasure on her face and the sight of Matt thrusting his cock deep into her. 

Connor reached around caressed Denise's right breast, kneading it with his hand and then squeezing her nipple between his fingers. She moaned, and she could feel his penis twitching just beneath her buttocks. Denise lifted her right leg to open herself for him, and Connor moved just enough to slip easily into her. She moaned and relaxed as he moved slowly in and out of her while still caressing her breast. Starla looked right at her, and they both smiled. Then Starla's breath became gasps as Matt's thrusts became more vigorous. Connor also started moving more rapidly, and Denise felt another orgasm building. They could hear Jenna's breath becoming more rapid, as well. Starla cried out, and Denise joined her as they both orgasmed again. Jenna screamed, and they heard a loud spraying sound as she clearly squirted her warm pee all over the carpet.

Matt pulled out of Starla as she rolled over on her side to face Denise. She leaned in and kissed Denise, and the kiss became so deep and passionate that they barely noticed that both Connor and Matt had left them alone on the bed. They held and caressed each other as they kissed, and soon their hands were all over each other, Denise's hand exploring Starla's large breasts and Starla's fingers probing Denise's wet slit.

"Mmm, gentlemen," Jenna said, "why don't we let these ladies enjoy each other while you two have your way with me." Connor and Matt did not need to be persuaded as they both approached Jenna. Denise and Starla stopped their kissing and caressing long enough to see Connor sit in the cushioned chair, obviously not minding that it was soaked with Jenna's pee. Jenna turned her back to him, and Denise and Starla watched as he spit on his fingertips and then probed his finger around Jenna's anus. Jenna moaned, and a few droplets of pee fell from between her legs. But she scooted back as Connor grabbed his very erect cock in his hands as Jenna sat down slowly and allowed his cock to ease bit by bit into her ass. "Ohhhh, yes, that's it," Jenna said. "Mmm."

Denise felt Starla's fingers rubbing her slit again. Then Starla draped a leg over Denise and started to turn her body in the bed. Denise knew what she wanted, and even though she had never done it before, she had seen it and had even fantasized about it. Denise spread her legs and scooted closer to Starla as Starla slid closer, as well, until Denise could feel the heat and wetness of Starla's vagina against her own. "Oh fuck yes," she said, surprising herself but not regretting it. 

Denise sat up a little and scooted closer, feeling her own wet lips rubbing firmly against Starla's. She also glanced over at Jenna, who now had Matt in front of her, kissing her as she continued to ride Connor's cock. Starla was also watching them, but the two of them did not stop rubbing their snatches together.

"Are you ready?" they heard Matt ask.

"Oh god yes," Jenna said. Matt knelt down in front of her, and they watched as he slid his cock into her vagina. "Oh my god!" Jenna cried out. "Oh! Oh! Oh shit this feels so good. Ohhhhhhhh."

Meanwhile Denise and Starla increased their movements, both enjoying the show but also enjoying the feeling of their smooth legs draped over one another and their wet slits rubbing together. Denise heard Starla moan and right away felt a warm burst of wetness between her legs. This sent Denise over the edge as she gasped and tried to pull Starla even closer, feeling Starla's warm spray hit her clit is and soak her slit and the bed under them. They both started to moan and scream as they climaxed. Denise was surprised as she squirted again, spraying herself and Starla with a warm gush of urine.

They lay there, exhausted, but they watched as Matt and Connor continued to double penetrate Jenna, who was now moaning and whining, her eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure. Both men also looked like they were close to orgasm. Sure enough, as Jenna's cries grew louder their thrusts became more vigorous. "Mmm, ohh god, I want you both to cum inside me. Ohhh, do it, yes!" Almost in unison, both Connor and Matt groaned and cried out as they obviously ejaculated inside of her. Then all three of them relaxed into the cushioned seat.

Eventually, Matt stood up and helped Jenna up off of Connor. Both men looked over at Denise and Starla and smiled. "Thank you ladies," Connor said, and then they left. Jenna sat back down into the cushioned chair, looking exhausted. "My god, that was amazing," Jenna said. "I don't think I can move." Denise could not help but notice the trail of semen between Jenna's legs. As Denise looked, Jenna, not seeming to care about the mess, peed again, spraying a messy stream that mixed with the jizz and splashed all over her crotch and the cushion. When she finished, Jenna sat up. "But unfortunately I have other party guests to entertain. Thank you, ladies, for this. You are welcome to stay the night right here together in this room if you'd like." Denise sat up and looked at Starla, who smiled. Then Denise relaxed and let a small dribble of pee warm their crotches and the bed under them again.

"We'd like," they both said.