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Excellent first installment Vassal. I love that you're writing about a couple discovering their first wet adventures together. I look forward to the next chapter.

Thanks @daemoniak . Glad you enjoyed it. Look for the last two parts soon.

Hot stuff, as always, buddy. I look forward to your next great story. Maybe something similar to your Piss Palace stories?

*Sorry it's long, but I wanted to continue this series. Hope you enjoy.* Sandy sat up in her sleeping bag. We all laughed when we heard soft squelching noises as she moved around in the sleeping bag's wetness. "Sorry," she said, giggling. "It's fine," Cara said. She had switched sides on the couch and was now reclining comfortably against one of the big pillows. "So, your fantasy?" "Right," she said. "Mine is probably kind of obvious, but I'll share it anyway. I'd love to go to a gym where you can just pee right where you are instead of having to stop working out and walk all the way t

Excellent story, RedHatter. This just might be your best. I look forward to whatever you have next.

After their massages, the girls put their robes back on and made sure they followed the masseur's instructions, drinking a bottle of water each while they waited. A little while later, they were lead to a room with two reclining seats. They leaned back as two Asian women dabbed at the girls' faces with soft cloths and rubbed on exfoliating creams, then placed cucumbers over their eyes. "I thought this whole thing was a cliche," Denise said, laughing. "But they really do this." "Yep," Starla said. After their faces were thoroughly cleaned and creamed, one of the Asian ladies spoke. "You

After their hot tub time ended, the girls were led to another room, this one with two massage tables, some fake trees with white lights strung through them, and a serenity fountain in the corner. Denise almost wanted to laugh at the tackiness of it, but she was sure the massage would be incredible. Especially after she spotted the two men, one at each table. One of them wore a black shirt that hugged his muscles nicely. Denise could tell he had good, strong arms, perfect for a masseur (and maybe more). The other was a little less bulky, but still slender with longer brown hair and an attractiv

"I have a surprise for you," Starla said, as they walked toward the collection of shops at the outlet mall. Denise smiled, wondering what Starla had in mind. It had already been an eventful few days with both girls enjoying the pleasure of wetting themselves privately, publicly, and together, as well as pleasuring each other a few times. Even on their way from the train station to the outlet mall, Denise had watched enraptured as Starla peed herself several times, soaking her legs and leaving a puddle on the ground. Denise had not peed since the train and hoped the surprise included a bathroom

The girls decided to take a train into town to do some shopping. Denise knew she would need a new wardrobe for school. Less slacks and more skirts, perhaps. As they boarded the train, they were pleased to see that it was mostly empty. It was too late for work traffic and since school was out for the summer, it was not crowded with students. But there were still a few people in their car. An older gentleman in a suit, a young, twenty-something girl with red hair, and a lady with her who could have been her mother or older sister. "So," Starla said, grinning as she lifted her skirt just enough

Starla reluctantly opened her eyes to sunlight peeking through her window. She groaned, rolled over and pulled the covers over her head. As she did this, she felt the familiar cold wetness of soaked sheets. She also peered into the sleeping face of her roommate, Denise. "Hey," Starla said. Denise opened her eyes and smiled. "Hey." "We're all wet," Starla said, giggling. "I think that's my fault, sorry." "No, I helped a bit." Denise grinned to show her pride. "You did? Wow. In your sleep, or...?" "No. I woke up and you had already soaked the bed, so I just..." Denise paused, and it

Denise sat up in bed as she felt warmth along her back. She wondered for a moment if she had wet the bed. It would be the first time since childhood she had wet in her sleep. She rolled over on her back and inspected her clothes. The back of her gown was soaked, but the crotch of her panties were still dry. A soft hissing turned her attention to Starla. Even in the dimness of the room, she could tell her friend was peeing softly into her panties, soaking the sheets and mattress even more. A nagging in Denise's stomach reminded her of her own need to pee as she watched Starla's flow subside t

As the girls snuggled close to each other, nervously, but willingly, they closed their eyes and were soon drifting off to sleep. Starla dreamed she was on a plane. It was crowded with people she recognized from school and a few family members. She looked around and waved at some of them, but they didn't seem to notice her. A closer look revealed that they were not who she thought, but very similar. Outside, big white clouds passed by the plane rapidly. "How are we today?" a voice said, startling her. She turned to face the flight attendant, a middle-aged woman who looked a lot like Star

After their shower, Denise and Starla slipped into their pajamas, changing in front of each other, seeing no reason to be proper or private. Denise chose a baby doll nightgown while Starla pulled on a slip that hugged her curves and matching panties. In spite of their newest experience, Denise still had trouble making eye contact with Starla. This was her first experience with another girl and she wasn't sure exactly what it meant. "So... what now?" Starla asked, as if reading Denise's mind. "I mean, I've never done anything like that before." Denise cleared her throat. "Me neither. It w

Denise was out of her clothes fast as the followed Starla down the hall to the bathroom. It was almost as if her body were working on its own, without her control, as they entered the bathroom. Starla reached into the linen closet and dropped two towels on the floor. She stepped into the shower and Denise followed. As soon as the water was on, splashing over their bodies, their hands started exploring each other. Denise moaned as she felt Starla's fingers delicately caressing her inner thighs. She ran her own fingers through Starla's hair and pressed her body closer, feeling Starla's full br

As soon as they stepped through the door, Denise could not believe she had to pee again. "Those large sodas really kick my bladder's ass," she said. Starla giggled as she dropped her purse and keys onto the table and flopped down on the couch. Denise started for the bathroom. "Where are you going?" Starla asked. "To the bathroom." "Why? I thought we were past that. Come in and sit down. Get comfortable." In spite of everything they had done so far, the bedwetting, peeing in public, wetting the car seats, Denise peered around the front room at the carpeted floor and the soft furniture

WARNING: This story contains a scene in which a young girl (18) sees her own mother masturbating. If that offends you, please do not read any further. The girls hopped into the car, ignoring their damp clothes. No one seemed to notice as they left the theater. This thrilled Denise, knowing that she could wet herself without anyone really noticing. She said so to Starla, who nodded. "Oh, I'm no stranger to wetting in public," she says. She then began to tell Denise her story. Starla had suffered a weak bladder since she could remember, from bedwetting in childhood to embarrassing accident

@Zxman this is actually a work of fiction. And I'm a guy. But yes, I like peeing outdoors.

About forty-five minutes into the movie, Denise thought her bladder was going to explode. She had finished her water and the pain had been constant for a while. But the movie was too good to leave. And she might have followed her friend's example if not for the seven or so more people who had entered during the previews, two of which had also chosen the back row and were sitting attentively at the end of the row. She squirmed to try to ease her discomfort. Starla must have noticed because she put her hand on Denise's knee again and smiled. "Just go," she whispered. "It's okay." "I can't. I

"So, what are we going to do today?" Starla asked, after a bit of teamwork on cleaning the kitchen. Denise had trouble containing her smile as she dropped a towel over the puddle she had made on the tile floor. It had felt amazing to just spread her legs and pee freely while drinking her coffee. She had also very much enjoyed watching Starla soak her fleshy thighs. "Well, I'm new in town, so... what is there to do?" "Right now, not much, until school starts up. Then, there will be a party almost every night and the bars are hopping. But now... there's a movie theater just down the road. We

Well done, Steve. I especially like Sarah's letter. The idea of a "respectable" wife and mother (re)discovering a naughtier side to herself is really hot. I wonder if she will ever reveal her desires to her husband?

Denise squinted against the sunlight peeking in her bedroom window. She rolled over and groaned, battling against the morning. She also felt the familiar strong morning twinge in her bladder. For a moment, she considered the long walk down the hall to the bathroom. But then memory of last night's experience flashed into her head. I'm too tired to get up. What would it matter if I just peed right here? Convinced, she rolled over on her back and with a sigh released her bladder. She peed full force into her panties, enjoying the warm flow of her urine as it hissed loudly in the quiet of her ro

*If you frequent the other forum, this series is familiar to you, but I thought I would post it here.* Denise double-checked the address number on the yellow slip of paper in her hand before rapping her knuckles against the door. A few seconds passed before she heard footsteps getting closer. The door swung open and a curvy brunette in jeans and a t-shirt stood smiling. "Hi, you must be Denise." "Starla?" Denise asked. With a name like Starla, a plus-sized brunette was not what she expected. "That's me. Come on in." The apartment was also bigger than she expected, with two bedrooms,

Just bumping this up to see if anyone has it? Check my post above.

Hot stuff, Steve. I would love to hear more about Karen, Mel, and Anna, and maybe even their friends they mentioned.

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine, I am such a lucky girl. Thanks to my mom, Lindsay, I am now Internet famous. All of Wet Carpet knows me as Maeby, and as you know my mom and I have been wetting in very naughty places since she caught me pissing on my bedroom carpet a little over a year ago. Since then, as she told you in a letter before, we’ve kept our wettings a secret from my dad by being really careful when and where we pee and always cleaning up our mess after we’re done. Recently, though, I’ve started something that I don’t want to stop and I’m not sure I could do it without my dad finding out