wetwulf

True story, again with a little creative liberty.

The same summer as her little bathing suit accident (see "Stepsister Couldn't Hold It"), my stepsister and I were out for a hike on an open trail in the woods near my dad's home. We had been gone for an hour or so when I heard her curse under her breath.

"I should have peed before we left," she said. She was clutching her skirt close to her crotch as we walked and my mind began to race back to the memory of the back of the pickup truck. Maybe this would be another opportunity to see her wet again.

"Well," I said, "we're in the woods. I'm sure people pee out here all the time." To my delight, she glanced around in all directions as if checking for any bystanders.

"That's not such a bad idea," she said, now bending her knees a little to keep from losing control. "No one's coming. I think I'm just gonna go here."

"Okay. Do you want me to turn around?" I didn't want to, of course, but I was being polite.

"No, I'm not going squat or anything. I'm just gonna go. It felt really great peeing on my legs the other day, so I'm gonna try something." At these words, my erection started. She had enjoyed the wetting in the back of the truck. I wondered if this wetting thing was a new interest for her, or if it was something familiar.

She looked around once more and then closed her eyes as she stood with her legs together.

"Aren't you going to take you panties off?" I asked. She just shook her head and mumbled, "Hmm mmm." Immediately, a soft hissing sound crept from beneath her skirt as a clear stream snaked down her legs and gently caressed her thighs. A little moisture began to creep through the front of her skirt, but because it was a black skirt, it quickly disappeared.

She was panting again and I knew for a fact that wetting was a thing for her. I made a note in my head to ask her later how much she had enjoyed this.

"Oh, my God, she moaned. "This feels so great." The stream traveled down her thighs as it soaked into her socks and fell in big drops on the trail.

"You're getting your socks and shoes wet," I warned.

"I don't care," she said. "I couldn't stop if I tried." The wetting only lasted a little more than thirty seconds, but her face never faded from its expression of ecstasy and release.

Afterwards, she shook her legs a little, trying to shake off some of the excess wetness, and smiled. "Whew. That's better."

"Ready now?" I asked. I kept my front side away from her because I did not want her to see my erection. We walked on and continued our hike.

This is a long one, but a good one. True story, with a little bit of creative liberty.

When I was about sixteen, I was riding in the back of my father's pickup with my older stepsister, who was nineteen. We were coming back from a swimming trip to a nearby lake. I noticed that my stepsister was holding the crotch of her dark blue jeans shorts and wincing a little. She was wearing a black one-piece bathing suit underneath and as she pressed on her crotch, the top tightened a little, showing off her nice breasts.

"I've got to pee," she finally said. "How much farther to the house?" I was only visiting my father for the summer and did not know much about the area.

"Not sure," I answered. She leaned forward and her face contorted, expressing her growing discomfort.

"Oh, God, I'm about to explode. This hurts so much. I don't know if I can make it." I thought for a second for a solution. As she squirmed again, her hand moved a little and I noticed that her jeans were a little damp.

"Did you pee in your shorts?" I asked. She glanced down to see the dampness and chuckled.

"No, that's just from my bathing suit. I guess it's still pretty wet and it soaked through my shorts. Oh, God." She clenched her teeth and leaned forward again.

Finally, the light bulb went on in my head. "Well, if your bathing suit is still wet, why don't you just take your shorts off and go. It's a black bathing suit, anyway, so it's not like you'll ruin it. You can dry yourself off with a towel." I waited for her to give me a look of disgust, or to bang on the truck window and tell my dad that his son was a pervert.

"I think I might have to," she answered, quicker than I thought she would. "I'm already leaking. I'll just pee enough to take the pressure off and finish when we get home." She quickly tugged down her shorts without unbuttoning them and, trying her best to keep her legs tight together, grabbed the thick beach towel next to her. "I'm going to sit on this so I don't flood the back of your dad's truck." Still keeping her legs together, she lifted her bottom and slid the towel under her. I saw a slight trickle drip from her bottom as she lifted and this prompted her to flop back down quickly. "Okay, here goes."

I waited for her to tell me to look away, but in her desperation she must not have cared. Almost instantly, I could see a glistening begin from between her legs, which she kept together. This amazed me as the stream began to force its way through the crack between her legs and gently caress the tops of her thighs. It pooled there very briefly until it slowly crept its way down between the groove to disappear into the cloth of the towel. She also seemed to enjoy this as she closed her eyes and began to breathe a little harder.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "This feels so nice. Oh, I can't stop. I might as well finish." She opened her legs a little and let go completely, allowing the stream to spray through her bathing suit and into the towel. The distance was not much, but enough to travel a little ways across the towel to leave behind several damp spots.

As I continued to watch, I felt my own bladder announcing its need. We were probably getting close to the house, but I did not care. As if trying out a different position, she leaned forward so that the stream would fall directly from her crotch to the towel. The sight of this sent my bladder and my senses into overdrive. Without saying anything to her, I just let go in my swimming trunks. I had been in the sun long enough for them to dry, so the new wetness felt so amazing as it filled the front of my shorts instantly and dripped gently down my balls and to the crack of my butt.

All this time, I did not take my eyes from her wetting. It seemed to go on forever, although it was now down to just a steady glistening. She was still not paying attention to me and this added to my excitement as I gently continued to pee my shorts in secret. Finally, as her stream ended, so did mine.

My stepsister dabbed at her crotch with the towel and then pulled her shorts back on. She looked at her shorts and seemed to feel confident that the dampness that was there before would divert any suspicion. My trunks were solid black and it was my hope that any wetness would be shrugged off as lake water.

We didn't talk about the incident when we returned home and I never told her about my wetting. But there were a few more instances of her desperation that I may share later.

Short but hopefully sweet.

Cheryl had flipped over on her stomach when Kiki and Danielle returned. They could hear her snoring lightly. Kiki looked over at her mother and was not surprised to see the crotch of her bathing suit shining with wetness again as another trickle fell from the lounge chair.

“Is she awake?” Danielle asked.

“I don’t really know.” Kiki grabbed the lotion and rubbed some of it on her arms. She handed the lotion to Danielle. As Kiki started rubbing some of the lotion on her legs, she relaxed and felt the delicious warmth of her pee as she soaked her bathing suit again, smiling at Danielle. "Mmm, that's nice," Kiki said, keeping her legs together and feeling the spray of her pee warm her inner thighs. They could just barely hear it hissing out and dripping softly to the grass under her chair. She was done way too soon.

"Okay, I can't hold it," Danielle said. She sat on the grass in front of Kiki and spread her legs just enough that Kiki could see her crotch. With a sigh, Danielle let go and immediately her bathing suit bottoms glistened. Kiki watched as some of Danielle's pee sprayed out the sides of her suit bottoms. "Oh, I'm peeing so much," Danielle said. As she said this, Danielle looked around, as if wondering if anyone could see.

"It's okay," Kiki whispered. Then, Danielle pulled the crotch of her bathing suit aside and sighed again. This time, a thick and messy stream of pee splashed from between her legs to the grass. Kiki watched, delighted, as Danielle moaned and continued to pee. When her flow finally dwindled to a trickle, both girls were smiling.

Cheryl was having another amazing fantasy. She was standing in a large unfamiliar shower, perhaps in a hotel somewhere, enjoying the strong splashes of water against her breasts. As she did this, a muscular set of arms reached from behind her and one of the strong hands began to caress her left nipple. She moaned and felt waves of pleasure surge through her.

Her bladder began to send signals and since she was in the shower anyway, she let loose and began to pee a great stream that splashed against her thighs and flowed freely down her legs to the shower floor. Seconds after her stream began, she felt the stranger’s other strong hand travel slowly down her belly and to her vagina. The stranger spread apart her lips with his fingers and slipped them in to touch her clitoris. This sent her stream spraying wildly against the wall of the shower, but she did not stop it. Instead, she pressed harder and cried out as the stranger stroked her clitoris and she peed uncontrollably all over his hand and the shower wall.

When her flow stopped, he turned her around and pressed her against the glass door of the shower. He remained behind her, so she still could not see his face; but she felt his great arms as he grabbed her bottom and pulled her closer to him. Then, she felt his enlarged penis as it entered her quickly and easily. He slipped in and out of her as she willingly rocked back and forth onto him. His massive hands did not stop caressing her all over her body. Finally, he grunted and she cried out as she felt warm semen envelop her vagina.

After he pulled out of her, Cheryl felt something else warm travel up her back and drip back down. He was grunting with relief and she realized he had just peed on her. The stream seemed to go on forever as it trickled down her buttocks and snaked down her thighs. Cheryl felt the need to pee again. She gasped and just let it happen as her flow joined his down her thighs and to the shower floor.

Then, he was gone, leaving her alone with the flowing shower and a mixed feeling of satisfaction and disappointment.

I think the sight of the river was a relief for all of us, mostly because it had been a longer hike than Savanna had thought, and also because I could feel my wet shorts rubbing the insides of my thighs, chaffing me a little. The water looked clear and flowed slowly. There were shallow parts where the water rippled over the rocks at the bottom creating the kind of sound everyone expects to hear in nature. And then the river widened out in other parts and deepened, but you could still see the bottom it was so clear.

We all took off our shoes first, groaning at the relief. I slid mine off and without saying anything to the girls, I stood looking at the river and let my pee go into my gym shorts again, enjoying the warm flow down my legs. It felt so sexy to let go like that, quietly and secretly as my pee flowed silently to the grass at my feet.

Savanna was already yanking her shorts down as she walked to the riverbank. To my surprise, though, she didn't stop there and jumped bravely into one of the deeper parts of the water. A loud shriek confirmed what I was wondering.

"Woo, it's cold!" she said. We laughed as Savanna dunked herself back under the water and came up again. "Oh, but it feels nice!" It had been a hot and long hike down to the river, so a cold dip might be just what we needed. I pulled my shorts off, as well, and without hesitating just jumped in to join Savanna.

It was cold, but in a refreshing way, like splashing cold water on your face when you needed to wake up. "I told you," Savanna said. On the bank, Cara and Sandy were watching, both hesitant to take the same leap of faith we had taken.

"Come on, girls, jump in!" Cara shook her head, but she dipped a toe in and pulled it back.

"No way!" she said.

I dipped by head back into the water again, letting the coolness cover me. "Need me to warm it up?" Savanna asked after I came back up.

"Go for it," I said.

"Hold on." Before I could ask, Savanna reached under the water and it was obvious she was pulling the crotch of her suit aside. "I've never been able to do this in a pool. Always wanted to try it." The water was so clear I could see her legs and exposed crotch, distorted just a little by the flowing water. Unfortunately, I knew there would be no chance of seeing a stream against the brown colors of the bottom of the river. "Here it comes. Ahhhhh." Savanna closed her eyes as she let go, a little smile crossing her lips. "Ohh, that's nice. I can feel it swirling around my crotch. Ahhhh." She reached down again and pulled her bathing suit crotch back and sighed again, making it obvious she was still going through her suit.

Cara finally stepped to the edge of the water where it was more shallow, wading deep enough that it was to her ankles. "Oh, that's cold!" We laughed at her as she walked a little further, to her calves.

"Just jump in!" I yelled. "You'll get used to it faster!" She shook her head again and just kept walking until the water was just below her knees.

"Oh, it's making me have to pee." We watched, smiling, as a dark spot appeared in the crotch of her red bikini bottoms. She stood there and just let it happen, soaking her bikini, making the wet spot spread as a noisy dribble of pee fell into the flowing water and splashed against her legs. When she finished, she continued her wade until she cried out and fell. "Oh! Woah! It's so cold!" We laughed again. Defeated, Cara just dunked herself and then swam out to join Savanna and me.

"Your turn," Savanna called out to Sandy.

"Well, okay, if you say so," Sandy said. She stood still for a moment and we all looked at her confused. Then, the crotch of her bikini darkened and I shook my head, smiling.

"I meant to get in the water," Savanna said.

"You should've been more specific." Sandy put her legs together and sighed as a strong flow of pee trickled out of her and dripped down her legs to the grass. She reached between her legs and pulled the crotch of her bikini away and continued to pee, her warm stream spraying out of her. She rubbed herself as she peed, sighing again and ignoring the splashes of pee against her fingers. She gasped and whimpered softly as she obviously climaxed and her pee flow dwindled. "Okay, now I'm ready."

Sandy walked to the deeper part and jumped in.

Dear Wet Carpet,

At the risk of sounding judgmental, sometimes I read submissions on here and I wonder if they're true or not. But then, I probably wouldn't even believe my story if I read it in here either, but since it happened to me I know it's true. I hope your readers have plenty of time.

One of my friends (we'll call her Carie) was moving out of her house. It was a double-wide mobile home that her and her husband had bought. After their divorce, though, he moved out and bought his own place and my friend wanted to sell and move, as well. Before selling the place, though, she was stripping it bare: furniture, carpets, everything gone.

About a week before selling the house, she invited a bunch of her friends to what I thought she called a "Sleepy Over." I found out not long after I arrived that I was just a tad wrong about the name.

There were four of us, my friend included, who brought sleeping bags, pillows, night clothes, under garments, all expecting to do something we hadn't since childhood. That turned out to be so true for most of us.

"Okay," my friend said as we all stood in her front room, already munching on the snacks she had put out and wondering what was in store for us. We looked a little funny, four thirty-something women waiting to spend the night at our best friend's house. "Thank you for coming. I'm going to get right to it. What I'm about to say might make you want to leave. If you don't want to stay, there's the door. As you know, everything's being stripped from this house. So I had a naughty idea. As we hang out tonight, if anyone has to pee, you can do it anywhere in the house you want... except the bathroom. Kitchen sink doesn't count, either. On the furniture, the carpet, the beds, curtains, even the walls. Your only limit is your imagination."

The rest of us looked at each other. Myself and one other girl (let's call her Marie) were actually smiling, perhaps both intrigued by the idea. But our third friend (alias Sherie) looked shocked and a little appalled. "Are you serious?" she asked. "You want us to pee all over your house?"

"It won't be my house for long. And like I said, everything you would ruin with your pee will be stripped out of here anyway."

"Oh," I said, still smiling. "It's a Sleep-Pee Over." Carie pointed at me and nodded.

"Well, I kind of have to pee right now," Marie said.

"Go ahead," Carie said. Marie rushed over to the plushy brown couch in the front room and, as if on instinct, lifted her skirt out of the way, tugged her panties down, and sat her bare bottom onto one of the soft cushions.

"You're not seriously going to pee on her couch?" Sherie asked. But Marie did not answer. Instead, she closed her eyes and right away we could all hear a hissing sound as she peed loudly into the couch cushion.

"Oh my god, this feels so good," Marie said as she continued to soak the couch. "I've always wanted to do this. Ohh... it's so warm."

"I can't believe you," Sherie said. "I don't know if I can take this. We're not kids anymore, guys. This is childish."

"You wouldn't say that," Marie panted, "If you felt... as great as I do... right now. Mmmm..." She sighed as the hissing sound decreased. She lifted her bottom and we could see the last few drops drip onto the cushion and a big dark wet spot on the cushion.

"I can't do this, I'm sorry." Sherie grabbed her stuff and was out the door.

"Guess the three of us can have some fun," Carie said.

And have fun we did. Later on, Marie and I watched mesmerized as Carie pulled her jeans and panties down and peed full force into her love-seat, soaking the cushion completely. She even masturbated as she peed, not seeming to care about the splashes of pee on her fingers. Marie had to go again and just stood in the middle of the room with her legs together, peeing quietly down her legs to make a warm puddle at her feet.

So I wouldn't be left out, I pointed at the glass coffee table at the center of the room. Both girls nodded and I quickly pulled off my jeans and panties. I sat carefully on the table, resting my bottom on the cool glass surface. With a sigh I released my bladder and sprayed my warm pee all over the table. It pooled between my legs and I smiled as I watched my spray create a stream across the glass surface. My pee seemed to go on and on and since the table was only so big, some of the pee dripped onto the carpet. We all laughed at this until finally my flow slowed to a trickle.

As the night wound on, we had peed on the carpet several times, Carie had soaked the curtains, Marie sat on the back of the couch and sprayed a messy pee all over the back and seat cushions. I laid in the floor and soaked my jeans and panties while we watched a movie.

After the movie, we decided it was time to turn in. For bed time, Carie had moved all three beds into the same room. We changed into our night clothes, my own a skimpy teddy and matching panties. Marie wore a pink gown with white panties, and Carie settled for pajama shorts and a shirt. The blankets and sheets were gone, but we each tossed our sleeping bags on the beds and crawled in. Before Carie shut off the lights, Marie sat up in her bed, spread her legs, and soaked her sleeping bag, sighing with pleasure as she did.

Carie cut the lights off and crawled into her own bed. I snuggled up into my sleeping bag, looking forward to what I knew was going to happen next.

"I haven't wet my bed since I was a kid," Carie confessed. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." In the darkness, I could hear her moving around in her sleeping bag. I tried to picture her face, eyes closed, mouth open, waiting. "Okay," she said. "I can't hold it. I'm just gonna go. Ahhh." With that, a loud spraying sound pierced the darkness as she was obviously peeing into her sleeping bag.

As I listened to her warm pee spraying out, I pulled my panties down and could not help but touch myself. This had been an erotic night and I planned to enjoy myself. I also had to pee again. Laying on my right side, my left leg stretched out in front of me, I continued to caress my clitoris as I let go and sprayed a warm jet of pee into my sleeping bag. I stroked harder and as I kept peeing I could hear both Carie and Marie moaning in the darkness. Great friends think alike, I guess. I climaxed first and shortly after I hear Marie cry out and then Carie. As our moans and gasps stopped, another hissing sound began as Marie once again soaked her sleeping bag.

I slept like a baby and the next morning, I woke up and immediately noticed the cold wetness from my breasts to my toes. To warm things up, I spread my legs and peed once more into my sleeping bag, licking my lips at the welcome warmth of my hot pee as it sprayed all over my thighs and soaked my bottom.

I will never forget that night. If anyone is looking to sell their house and strip it, please invite your friends over and have your own Sleep-Pee Over. They will thank you.

Terie

Dear Wet Carpet,

Movie theaters should probably be warned not to leave horny pee-loving girls like me alone in a theater, especially after selling me a large drink.

In the city where I live there is a discount theater that shows movies that have been out of other theaters for a while. It's cheap entertainment and on weekdays the theaters are mostly empty.

I've read on your website about people peeing on theater seats and in the floor. I wanted to try it, so after work I stopped in and bought a ticket to Avatar.

The theater was mid-size, maybe seated about 100, and it was completely empty. I waited around with my large drink, taking gulps from time to time, and I expected more people. The movie started and even thirty minutes in, still no one else in the theater. Guess I had a private showing.

As the large drink started to make its way to my bladder, I lifted my skirt out from under my butt. I didn't know if the seat would absorb very well or not, but with no one else in the theater, I wasn't really worried about splashing sounds or getting caught. I sat back in the seat and pulled the crotch of my panties to the side. My stomach fluttered a little at the thought of what I was about to do.

Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore anyway and I let go. My warm pee dribbled out of me and sprayed onto the seat, which wasn't very absorbent. The pee pooled at my crotch, making a burbling sound as it trickled out. I sat up in the seat and felt the warmth on my butt as I pushed the puddle of pee to the floor. I spread my legs and finished my pee all over the floor in front of me, licking my lips in delight as I did. When I finished, I stood up to change rows, just in case the cleaning person saw where I was sitting. The butt of my skirt was wet and when I stood, drops of pee fell from the hem to the floor. Oh well, good thing it was a black skirt.

Further into the movie, right around the scene when the military is beginning its attack on the Na'vi, I had to pee again. I looked to my left at the steps that ascended to the theater exit. They were carpeted. I smiled, stood up, and walked to the steps. No longer caring about my skirt, I just sat down on one of the steps, spread my legs, and peed completely into my panties and skirt. The warmth of it made me gasp as it soaked my crotch and drenched my butt, ruining the carpet under me. I could even hear it spraying out over the movie as I breathed deep, enjoying my hot pee as it saturated my panties and skirt.

I left the theater without anyone noticing my wet skirt or saying anything about a wet seat or floor. In my car, I couldn't help but finger myself to an explosive orgasm and I screamed to an empty parking lot as I climaxed. I felt another urge to pee, so I just scooted forward in my car seat and peed a slow trickle into the floor of my car.

I hope you enjoyed my story. You'll be hearing from me again, I'm sure.

Tabitha

Dear Wet Carpet,

Some of your readers may not approve of my story, but I have to confess that's what makes it kind of hot for me, that it's naughty.

I travel out of town a lot for work. Since I'm single and don't have any kids yet, this never bothers me. I love seeing new places. I especially love that the company I work for pays for everything, including my meals, and they don't go cheap, either.

Because of this, I get to stay in a lot of high end resorts, places that respect privacy and anonymity. I first discovered the value of this one night when I had a little too much to drink in the downstairs club. I only vaguely remember this and I wouldn't believe it if not for the stain as proof. I staggered up to my room around 1 am and I just barely remember trying to open the door with my card key while also holding myself because I had to pee desperately. Not sure how long it took, but I finally got it open. I think I said something like, "Ohh, I really have to pee," and I started tugging off my panties as I walked in, clumsily kicking the door shut behind me. I guess I bypassed the bathroom and instead walked back to the bedroom. Tired and very drunk, I lifted my skirt, sat down, and peed into the corner of the bed. I woke up the next morning, confused and hung over.

Embarrassed and a little nervous, I went to my business meeting and when I returned, the bed was made. I could feel my face get red and I pulled the covers and sheets aside to see the damage to the mattress. To my surprise, the mattress was covered with a protector that I'm sure wasn't there before.

I was relieved when I returned to work to learn that the resort had not reported anything to my superiors. After that, I became a little more bold and curious while staying at these resorts.

In one resort, while enjoying a cup of coffee and a book in the library, I felt the need to pee. Instead of searching for the bathroom or going back up to my room, I lifted my skirt out of the way and just relaxed, soaking my panties and the cushion under me.

At another, I was taking advantage of the exercise room. After an intense run on the treadmill, all the water I had drank made its way to my bladder. I was alone in the room, so I stepped off the treadmill and stood beside it. Since my exercise shorts were black, I stood there and peed into my panties and shorts, sending a warm trail of urine down my legs and to the floor.

One of my favorite resorts has the works: a huge pool, three hot tubs, a sauna, exercise room. I made a day of peeing while I was there. First, I took a dip in the pool, peeing several times while swimming. At one point, I pulled the crotch of my one-piece suit to the side and peed full-force into the water. Next, I went to soak in the hot tub and before sinking into it, I sat on the side, spread my legs, and peed into the warm water, smiling as I watched my pee trickle through the crotch of my suit. Later, in the sauna, I sat naked on the bench and as the heat made me have to pee, I just spread my legs and peed through the small slats in the bench.

That night, as I crawled into bed, I checked the mattress and smiled as I saw the protector I had requested. Feeling very horny from my pee adventures, I pulled the covers up and reached my hand down to caress my vagina. Fingering myself through my panties, I let go and started peeing in my bed. I licked my lips and touched my clit as I soaked my panties and the mattress under me. It felt so comfortable and warm and it didn't take long to climax as I thrust my hips and cried out.

And of course when I woke up the next morning, I had to pee again. My night gown, panties, and bed were soaked... and cold! I pulled the covers back, sat up in the bed, and sighed as I released all of my morning pee, delighting in the warmth as it soaked the sheets and mattress again.

My bosses have never said anything about my peeing adventures, and until they do, I will probably continue to enjoy myself.

Kara

Dear Wet Carpet,

I just may be one of the luckiest girls out there. I get to pee and have someone else clean up after me.

This has actually been true all my life. My parents are very wealthy and we have house maids who keep the place spotless. I was an excitable child, born well into my parents adulthood, and I had a very weak bladder (which still bothers me) and I had frequent accidents. Since much of the house was carpeted, it was common to see one of our maids scrubbing a wet spot on the floor or mopping up a mess in one of the few rooms with tile flooring. My parents were at first embarrassed about this until it became so regular that all of their usual guests were aware of the issue. Apparently it would have been even more embarrassing to have a daughter who wore diapers well into her adolescent years since they never made me wear any.

As I grew up, the problem did not go away. In fact, it got worse as I also started wetting the bed. I don't know if I was being lazy or if the pressure really was so bad when I woke up that I didn't even have time to get up. Again, one of the maids would change my sheets and eventually my mattress was covered with a protector. I also stopped trying to hide my accidents since all of my closest friends knew and if they didn't they would find out eventually. I wore skirts more often than jeans, and in my late teens I also discovered the pleasures of wetting myself. I must confess that some of my accidents during that phase (and since then) were intentional.

I didn't move out of my parents' house when I started college. The university was just down the street and they were paying for everything, so I stayed. To make me feel more independent and give me privacy, they had a guest house built on their property. That is where I live now. And they assigned my favorite maid, Sarah, to the guest house.

Anyway, the guest house is mine to do as I please. Just this morning I woke up needing to pee very badly. I probably could have made it since the bathroom is right across the hall. Instead, I just lay there and peed my bed, enjoying the comforting warmth under my bottom. I knew Sarah would be in later to change the sheets once I left for school. Later, as I was making breakfast, I had to pee again and I peed a warm flow down my legs, soaking the kitchen floor. This time I felt a bit horny, so I sat down in a chair and fingered myself until I gasped as I climaxed, feeling a little bit more pee seep out of me and splash to the floor.

I love this life. I plan on having friends over, reveal my secret to them, and we can all enjoy the pleasures of wetting wherever and whenever we feel the need.

Cassandra

Dear Wet Carpet,

I work at a supermarket and recently our maintenance crew was working on the employee bathrooms. As you could probably predict, this turned out to be a disaster. Since I was not aware of the repairs, I drank several cups of coffee before heading to work, as well as a bottle of water.

I was working the counter and we were really busy. I felt a small urge to pee. There were about 6 people in my line so I picked up the phone and called my manager at the service desk. I asked her if I could have a break soon. When she asked me why, I told her I needed to use the bathroom.

"Bathrooms are closed," she said. "You would have to run next door and I can't spare you for that long." I hung up the phone and tried my best to hold it without being obvious. As I checked the next person out, I peered over at the next lane at my coworker who also looked like she would rather be somewhere else. She also seemed to be clenching her legs together, as if trying to hold her pee.

My line grew and I began to feel pressure in my bladder. I picked up the phone again and called the service desk. "I really have to pee," I said.

"Well, you'll just have to wait," she said. "What is it with you all? Your neighbor there just called me for the same thing." I glanced at my coworker again and she bit her lip as she obviously squeezed her legs together to keep from wetting herself.

"This is ridiculous," I said. "Why they heck are they working on our bathrooms while we're open? Isn't that something they could do when no one's working? I really have to go. I'm about to pee myself right here."

"Your friend said the same thing. Either deal with it or figure something out." I hung up the phone and again sighed in frustration. What was I going to do? My line continued to grow and so did the pressure in my bladder. I looked over at my friend again and as I did I saw that she was standing close to the counter, swiping items across the scanner, and her face seemed relieved. She didn't look like she was desperate anymore and I started to wonder if she had wet herself. Her jeans were dark, so it would have been difficult to tell. What I did know was that she didn't seem to be struggling anymore. I wished I could say the same. I felt like I could explode any second.

I picked up the phone one more time. "Oh, for crying out loud, what do you want me to do?" The manager said. "I don't care if you pee your pants. We are too busy and I can't let you go."

"I really just might wet myself," I said, and it was a serious warning. I could feel it creeping to the end of my urethra and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"So go ahead," she said and hung up again. I really felt like I had no choice but to either figure out a way to pee inconspicuously or walk away from my register and probably lose my job. I was wearing a skirt, but it was kind of short. If I just let go, someone might see the stream running down my legs. It was possible that if I scooted in close like my coworker did and hide my crotch and legs from view, I could let some out and not be discovered.

I took a few steps forward as I started swiping items for the next customer. Unable to wait any longer, I let some of my pee go. I felt a warm squirt in my panties and a tiny trickle down my legs. I cut it off as the customer started a conversation. This was really painful, though, so I released a little more, easing some of the pressure. Realizing it hurt just too much to hold it anymore, I decided to just slightly spread my legs and pee full force into my panties. It was tough to keep a straight face as my warm pee filled my panties and flowed down my legs, dripping softly to the carpet. I continued to talk to the customer and ring up her order as I pushed a bit and felt the warm spray splash against the front of my panties. Finally, my flow stopped and I continued work as usual.

A little while later, we were still quite busy and I had to pee again. So I just let go, not caring this time if anyone saw or heard. After we clocked out, I talked to my coworker and she admitted that she, too, peed herself. She even showed me the barely noticeable wet spot between her legs. As we were leaving, she said she had to pee again.

"Well, you're already wet," I said. "You might as well just pee in them again." She giggled.

"I think I just might," she said. She leaned against the door of her car and I could just barely see the shiny wetness glistening between her legs as she peed her pants again. Not wanting to be left out, I checked to make sure no one was watching, parted my legs, and peed a steady stream that soaked my panties and dripped loudly onto the parking lot.

That was the day my coworker and I became good friends.

After dropping a few towels down to soak up the already very wet floor, we all sat back down in the living room, anxiously waiting for Sandy’s story.

“It’s really kind of boring,” she said.

“I want to know when you started the shorts thing,” Cara said, smiling.

“Well, that’s part of it,” Sandy said. “It kind of started when I was a senior in high school. You all know I was on the swim team.” We nodded. A part of me wondered if this was how Sandy was the most toned and most fit of all of us. “Everybody on the team peed in their bathing suits. It’s just so normal to do that, especially when you’re so busy swimming and you don’t have time to stop. Some of the girls were secretive about it and tried to hide it, but we all knew pretty much everybody did it. And some girls weren’t so secretive.” Sandy giggled, and the rest of us smiled.

“One of my teammates, Rachelle, was really bold about it. During practices, she would be swimming and you could either hear her sighing or she would just say something like, ‘Oh, that feels much better,’ or ‘Hey guys, I just peed.’ This one day in the locker room after a really long meet, we were all getting dressed. Some of the girls pulled their suits off and walked to the stalls to empty their bladders. Rachelle said, ‘What’s the point of that?’ Then, still sitting on one of the benches, she opened her legs and peed right through the crotch of her bathing suit. No one seemed surprised when she sighed and just peed full force. It splashed all over her legs, the bench and the locker room floor. When she finished, she just took her suit of, put it in a plastic bag, and walked to the showers.”

“Nice,” Savanna said. She sat up taller in the recliner and moved in a way that resembled squirming. I grinned at her, but she didn’t notice. I was starting to feel the pressure build in my bladder, as well.

“But you still didn’t tell us about the shorts thing.”

“I’m getting to it,” Sandy said. “Anyway, one of the reasons I pee so much is because I got used to letting go in the pool all the time, and plus I drink a lot of water as a rule, so it doesn’t take long before I have to pee again.” It was true. Even now, Sandy’s water bottle sat next to her two empty bottles of beer.

Savanna was definitely squirming in the chair. The other two girls noticed it for the first time. “Do you need to pee?” Sandy asked.

“I’m fine,” Savanna said. “Go on with your story.”

“Okay. So the shorts thing. One day before practice, Rachelle and I walked back to the locker room together. To make changing easier, we sometimes wore our suits under our clothes so all we had to do was take off the top layer and go straight to the pool. I was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. Rachelle was wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt, as well. As soon as we were about to undress, Rachelle said, ‘Hold on.’ Standing right in front of me, she pulled the crotch of her denim shorts and her suit away. I could see her pussy perfectly because she was shaved. She closed her eyes and just a few seconds later her pee sprayed out and dripped to the floor.”

Savanna sat up even more and scooted to the edge of the recliner. Her legs were crossed tightly and her hand was wedged between the legs of her tight black pants, making it obvious to all of us that she was getting desperate.

Sandy continued. “I was amazed that most of it missed her shorts completely and, other than a few drops on the inside of her leg and the puddle on the floor, there was no mess. I don’t know why she didn’t just take her shorts off and pee through her suit again. It’s like she wanted me to see. ‘Do you have to pee, too?’ she asked me. I know my face went red because she laughed. ‘You should try this,’ she said. And I did. I stood up, pulled the crotch of my suit and shorts out of the way, and just relaxed. It took a few seconds, but eventually I was peeing full force, spraying a hot mess of pee on the locker room floor. I wasn’t as neat as Rachelle and I could feel some of it soak my shorts. Rachelle laughed at me. ‘You’ll get it, don’t worry.’ This new way of peeing just felt so naughty. And while holding my shorts and suit to the side, I kept accidentally touching my pussy and I was worried I would cum right in front of Rachelle. I was also kind of worried some other girls would walk in and see what I was doing. But I finished peeing and felt relieved and a little horny. But by then, other girls were showing up and it was almost time for practice.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Savanna said. “I can’t—Ahhhhhh.” After that long sigh, she took her hand away and just opened her legs. The crotch of her black pants were already shimmering with a steady flow of pee. “Ohhh, that’s so much better. Mmmm.” The three of us watched her, captivated by her pleasure and relief and the loud sound of her pee dripping onto the floor. I almost wanted to join her, but I was doing my best to hold out for something else.

When her flow finally stopped, Savanna stood up and slid her pants and panties off. Sandy tossed her a towel and Savanna sopped up the puddle on the floor, then wadded her wet clothes into the towel.

“What do you say we get ready for bed?” she said.

I had been waiting for those words all evening.

Dear Wet Carpet,

My husband and I recently discovered a side of ourselves we had never explored before. We both enjoy wet sex. It sort of happened by accident.

We came home one night after a great evening together with some friends. We had gotten a little tipsy and as we staggered into the house, my husband suggested we sleep on the pullout couch downstairs since he didn't think either of us were in a condition to make it up the stairs in one piece.

I reluctantly agreed and he lead me into the room that is connected to our garage that we usually reserve for guests. This room had a pullout couch, a love-seat, two lounge chairs, a television, and my husband's pool table.

My husband pulled out the couch-bed and laid down some blankets and two pillows. Then he flopped down on the bed and tapped the spot next to him, inviting me to join him.

I would have gladly joined him except for a growing urge in my bladder. The bathrooms were upstairs and I eyed the stairs for a second, wondering if I could brave them in my condition.

"What's wrong, babe?" he asked.

"Um... I kind of have to pee."

"Well, I sure know I wouldn't be any help getting you up those stairs. I'm not even sure I can get up off this bed now."

"I'm serious. I really have to go." I started walking to the stairs and after just a few steps, I stumbled over the love-seat and nearly fell. My husband laughed and even I giggled. But I was also worried. "What am I gonna do?"

Seeing that I was genuinely upset, my husband managed to stand up and walk to me. He took my hands in his and smiled.

"Hey, it's okay," he mumbled. Then, he leaned in and kissed my neck. I felt tingles all over as his kisses traveled down to my shoulder and then down my neckline to the top of my breasts.

"You're gonna make me... pee myself," I warned him. But he didn't stop. Instead, he reached his hand beneath my dress and gently slid my panties aside, slipping his finger in and caressing my vagina. I thought I was going to explode, but I held on. "What are you... doing?" I asked. Even as I was asking it, though, I knew I wanted him, badly. I unzipped his pants and eased his swollen penis from its hiding place. He placed his hands behind my buttocks and pulled me towards him. I was already very wet so he slid easily inside of me. Standing right there in out guest room, out bodies thrust together, gently at first, and then more lustfully.

Then he pulled out of me just long enough to lead me to the bed. My husband lay on his back and pulled me down on top of him. I lifted my dress and pulled my panties aside again, guiding his penis back into my awaiting vagina. After just a few seconds of riding his hard cock, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my bladder much longer.

"I really have to pee," I said, still riding him. "What do you want me to do?"

"Don't stop," he said. "It's okay."

"You want me to just go?"

"It's... whatever... you want... just don't stop. Ohh..." I finally couldn't hold it any longer. I slowed my rhythms just a little and as I lifted up, feeling the tip of his cock just touching my labia, I let go. My warm pee trickled out of me and I could feel it splash against his penis and back at my vagina. I sat down on his lap, keeping his penis right at my lips and let go fully, feeling the amazing warmth as my pee soaked his crotch and mine and trickled to the mattress below us.

When my pee finally stopped, my husband grabbed me and flipped me over, crawling on top of me and entering me again. It only took a few thrusts and we both came, screaming to our empty house as we climaxed.

We lay there in each others arms, panting and gasping. Afterwards, we slipped off our wet clothes and because we were still too sloshed to go upstairs we decided to sleep naked in the wet bed. We could shower in the morning. We were spooning and I was just about to drift off to sleep when my husband interrupted.

"Now I kind of have to pee." I laughed and he laughed, too.

"Might as well just go in the bed," I said, "because I'm not moving." A few seconds later he sighed and I felt his warm spray against my bottom and the back of my thighs.

"Ohh, that's nice," he said as he peed full force against the back of my legs and my butt. This must have awoken another urge in my bladder, so I just let it happen as my warm pee trickled out and soaked my legs and the mattress under me. As I peed, my husband moved in the bed and soon I felt his penis enter me from behind. I bucked my hips and bottom as he gently thrust against me, kissing my back and caressing my breasts. Just a few minutes later and he was groaning again and the sounds of his orgasm set me off as I climaxed.

We fell asleep shortly after.

And don't worry. We replaced the mattress.

Cindy.

The evening rolled on and enough beers had gone around that we were all enjoying a good buzz. But the conversation seemed to just be getting started.

“Okay, Larissa, spill it,” Savanna said. “You’re next.” I smirked, trying to think of which story I should share since I secretly had more to share than these girls knew. The truth was, I had been a secretive pleasure wetter for a few years now, since my divorce.

“Do you really want to know?” I said. “Mine’s…pretty bad.”

The girls all started at me.

“Of course!” Savanna said.

“You asked for it.” I sat up and licked my lips before I started. “So, it was about a week after Peter moved out. Against your wishes, I was missing him a lot. And I don’t mean like wishing we were still married. I mean I was…missing him. I was lying in bed, the bed we used to share, the bed we used to make love in.”

All three of them groaned. They had all warned me about Peter just before he had proposed, but I didn’t listen.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help how I felt. I started picturing us together and I started getting horny. I reached down and touched myself a little, slipping my finger under my panties and rubbing slowly at first. As I was starting to really get into it, I could feel pressure in my bladder. I didn’t want to stop, though, because… well, you know, it felt really good. So I just kept rubbing. I stroked my clit with one hand and put a few fingers in my vagina and rubbed harder and harder. The pressure got worse, but my orgasm was building. I’ve had a lot of orgasms from masturbating, but this felt…different. Like the pressure in my bladder was making it a little more intense. I finally knew I was about to climax, so I shoved my fingers in deeper and rubbed my clit harder. I also knew when I did cum, I wasn’t going to be able to hold my bladder.”

At this point, Sandy had her hand over her mouth. Savanna was watching me, wide-eyed. Cara was blushing, but also staring.

“When I climaxed, it was so intense. I bucked my hips and kept stroking myself, gasping and screaming. And then my bladder let go. I didn’t try to stop it, either. I just cried out and sprayed my hot pee all over my hands, my legs, and my bed. After I finished cumming, I was still peeing and I felt my sheets and mattress get warm under my butt, but I didn’t care. I was numb from the most amazing post-orgasm bliss I had ever felt. And not long after, I fell asleep just like that, laying in a wet bed. I woke up a few hours later, needing to pee again, but I didn’t move. I just sighed and let it go in my bed. And in the morning, when I woke up, I sat up, spread my legs, and emptied my bladder.”

There was silence when I finished. All three girls started at me, mouths open.

“That must have been so hot,” Savanna said.

“It was,” I said.

“Okay, I can’t hold it anymore,” Cara said. We all watched as she scooted forward on the couch and pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees. After an obviously blissful sigh, a small trickle that grew to a steady flow dripped from between her legs and splashed loudly at her feet. I could feel small splashed of warm pee on my legs. “Oh, that’s so nice,” Cara said as she continued to relieve herself on the cabin floor.

“Dammit, Cara,” Sandy said, laughing. “Now I have to go again.” I thought she would stand like before, but this time she stayed seated on the couch and spread the crotch of her shorts aside again. A few seconds later, a messy spray of pee splashed out of the opening, dampening the crotch of her shorts. “Ah, hell, I might as well just pee through them. They’re wet not anyway.” And she did just that. She took her hand away, sat back in the couch, and just relaxed. We watched as the dark spot grew and clear rivulets of her pee trickled out of the legs of her shorts and pattered to the wood floor. “Wow, that feels good. Mmm.”

Finally finished, Cara just took her jeans and panties off and sat naked on the couch. Sandy’s flow was also dwindling until it completely stopped and she, too, removed her shorts and panties and sat naked next to Cara.

“Okay, Sandy,” Savanna said. “Your turn.”

Next chapter: Sandy’s story

Since it was already getting dark, we decided to just sit around the cabin and catch up on old times. All four of us worked full-time jobs. Cara had a three-year-old daughter, and Sandy had a five-year-old son. So, it was rare that we had the chance to really talk. Savanna tossed beers to us from the cooler we had packed and smiled at me.

“So,” Savanna started, “what can we share? Oh, I know! Larissa, let’s talk about what just happened.”

I blushed immediately, remembering the scene with the chamber pot vividly.

“Yeah, let’s,” Cara agreed.

“Umm… okay…”

“You were really enjoying yourself,” Savanna said, smiling.

“Yeah… I mean, I guess.”

“You were,” Cara said. “I could hear you all the way down here.” They all laughed at that and I could feel my face get hot.

I had known these girls for years. They had been with me through my divorce. They know more about me than my mother. It was time to confess. I took a swig of my beer. “Okay, so I enjoyed it. So what?”

“Well…,” Savanna said, “I guess what I want to know is why? Like…was it the peeing or…what?”

“Yes and no. It’s not like I get off every time I pee. It was just…different. You were watching me, and I was peeing somewhere I never had before. Plush, it was splashing up all over my clit because I was peeing so much. So I just…gave in and decided to enjoy myself.”

“Was that…the first time you’ve gotten off while peeing?” Sandy asked.

I blushed again. “No.”

“I knew it!” Sandy said.

“Well, let’s talk about you,” I said, grinning at Sandy. She took a long drink of her beer. “You seemed like quite the pro at pulling your shorts out of the way to pee through them. Is that the first time you’ve done that?” Now Sandy’s face turned red. “I saw your face when you were peeing, too. That was more than relief.”

“So it felt good,” Sandy said, grinning herself now.

“Wow,” Savanna said. “I have learned something new about two of my closest friends. Guess it goes to show no matter how long you know a person, you may never know everything.”

I coughed. “It was your idea to use the chamber pot.” Now Savanna took a big swig of her beer. “You could have gone outside with everyone else, but you didn’t. You wanted to know what it was like, too.”

“Am I the only one with normal pee practices here?” Cara asked.

“Normal?” I said. “You hopped right out of the car and just yanked your pants down like it was nothing.”

“Sure. In front of my friends, who cares?”

“You were so desperate to pee you weren’t even thinking about that,” I said.

“Okay, so we’re all a little freaky,” Savanna said. “So now that that’s out in the open… I’ll go first.”

Go? What did she mean by that?

“My first year of college I was lucky enough to live in a dorm room by myself. This aggravated some of the other girls, but it was because my assigned roommate dropped out, so they never placed another one and I never told them. One night I woke up needing to pee, so I climbed out of the top bunk to go out to the bathroom. When I tried the door, though, it wouldn’t open. I didn’t know it at the time, but as a prank one of the sororities had blocked a bunch of the doors on our floor. Safe, I know… Anyway, I started getting desperate and wondering what the hell I was going to do. Because I was half asleep, I crawled back into bed, hoping laying down would ease the pressure. I think I dozed back off and then woke up again as a wave of pressure hit me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it long, so I just surrendered, lay back in my bed, and let go.” Savanna took another deep swig of her beer.

“Wow,” Sandy said. “Did it feel good?”

“Not at first. I was aggravated at first, but then as I got wetter and the warmth flowed out of my crotch and kind of pooled between my legs…it did feel good. So much that I… started touching myself.” We were all quiet after she said this, but our faces suggested that we understood. I laughed at the connection we all had now that we didn’t know about before. “I orgasmed harder that night than I ever had before. And since then, when I get the chance, I try to do something naughty when I pee.”

“I have one,” Cara said. We looked at her as her face turned almost as red as her hair. “I was driving home from work and got stuck in traffic. It was so bad I could see the line of cars disappearing way ahead of me. When we didn’t move for a while, I started to worry because I had to pee, you know?” We nodded. “Feeling kind of desperate, I started looking around the car for a cup or a bowl or something just in case, but I had cleaned my car out recently. I would have hopped out and squatted by the roadside, but what if traffic started moving? And it was the late afternoon, so everyone would’ve seen me. I finally spotted a beach towel in the floor of my back seat. Willing to try anything, I grabbed it and slid it under my butt. I hiked my skirt up and did my best to slide my panties down to my ankles. Traffic was still not moving, so I parted my legs a bit and relaxed.”

“Hold on, Cara,” Sandy said, standing up. “All this talk and all this beer is making me have to pee now.”

“Just go here,” Savanna said. We all stared at her, eyes wide with surprise. “Really, guys, it’s a rustic old cabin, the floors are made of wood. What’s a little pee going to do?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Sandy said. Still standing, she surprised us all by pulling her shorts and panties down until they dropped to her ankles. Immediately, a strong stream splashed from between her legs and dripped with a loud patter on the wood floor. It was so messy that a few drops showed up on her shorts, but she didn’t seem to care. “Finish your story,” she said, still peeing.

“Okay. So I just relaxed, and at first nothing happened. But then I felt a slight warmness under me when my pee started trickling out and running down my slit, you know?” To my surprise, all three of us nodded again. We DID know. By now, Sandy had stopped peeing and she pulled her panties and shorts back up. “And then I totally let go. I could hear it hissing out and it was so warm I know I was panting. I lifted the front of my skirt and looked down at the stream as it sprayed out of me and all over the towel. There was so much, I could feel it soaking all under my butt. And like you, Savanna, I felt like I HAD to touch myself. Before long, I was cumming right there in my car, with hundreds of other cars on the highway.”

“Mmm,” Savanna said. “That does it. We’re here for five days, and darn it, girls, we’re going to enjoy it.”

She didn’t have to explain.

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

The Camping Trip: Part One

Last week some friends and I decided to do a girls' getaway and spend a few days in the mountains. My friend Savanna's uncle owns a cabin and some land outside of town. She described it to us as rustic, rugged, and relaxing.

"Only one catch, though," she said. "There's no toilet." This information already dropped two girls off the list. I was curious, but not put off.

"What do you do for a bathroom, then?" Sandy asked. Sandy is always the one of us brave enough to ask questions, even the dumb and obvious ones. She is also the tallest of us, just shy of 6 foot with long slender legs, perfect breasts any girl would be jealous of, and dirty blonde hair. Savanna is a plus-sized brunette, like myself, and what she lacks in height she makes up for with curves in all the right places. Our other friend who was still sticking around was Cara, a redhead with every bit of the fire reputation that redheads are said to have.

"Well, it's in the middle of the woods," Anna said, "and there aren't any other houses or cabins for miles. And my uncle said there is an old chamber pot at the cabin that we can use if we don't want to go outside."

"A chamber pot, really?" I said. "We really are roughing it." We all chuckled, even though Cara turned her nose up at the thought.

"My aunt said she's used it a few times when they were up there and it was pouring the rain or if it was late at night and she didn't feel like making the trip outside. They said they always clean it out afterwards."

Even after the no-toilet discussion, the four of us were still all in for getting away for a few days. After a four hour drive that took us deep into the woods, Savanna turned her SUV down a bumpy dirt road. We could see the cabin through the trees and it was every bit as rustic as she said. A log cabin with a full front porch, a chimney, and piles of wood for the fireplace.

Savanna put the car in park and we all stepped out, admiring our home for five days. After a few minutes of wandering around, Cara broke our awed silence.

“Okay, long trip, gotta pee.” We laughed as she unsnapped her jeans, tugged them and her panties down her legs, and half-squatted right in full view of the rest of us. She closed her eyes and, after an audible moan, a strong jet of pee sprayed from between her legs. “Ahh, that’s nice,” she said. I was amazed how the strength of her flow splashed on the ground, spraying pee and dirt between her feet.

“I’ve got to go, too,” Sandy said, “but I’m not ready to be exposing myself outside yet.”

“You could go behind a tree,” Savanna said.

“No, I’ll just…hang on…” As we all looked at Sandy, she reached between her legs and pulled the legs of her loose shorts aside. She seemed to be reaching deeper until it was obvious she was also pulling her panties aside. A few seconds later and she, too, was spraying a warm stream of pee onto the ground, also sighing with pleasure as her pee dropped messily from between her legs, leaving small dark stains at the legs and crotch of her shorts. As she did this, I wondered if there were other motives behind not pulling her shorts down to pee. Her face seemed to show a pleasure beyond just the relief of releasing her held pee.

Both girls finished and we walked together into the cabin. Inside there were two large couches and a few recliners, as well as a ladder leading up to a loft area with two twin beds. Savanna called one of the loft beds and I piped up right after.

“Brunettes get first pick!” Savanna said, and we laughed. We carried our stuff up the ladder as Cara and Sandy flopped their bags onto their couch-beds. Once we reached the loft, Savanna smiled at me and pointed to something under one of the beds. It was a small, but deep clay pot with a pink flower pattern stretching along the sides. “Why do they make them so pretty?” Savanna asked. I shrugged.

She reached under the bed and pulled the pot out. Other than some cracked paint making it obvious that it was antique, the pot was in excellent condition. “Wanna try it out?” Savanna asked. I smiled my answer, and before I could speak she was already tugging her pants and panties down. “Can you help me?” Surprised that I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, I scooted the pot close to her as she squatted over it. “Thanks.” Savanna spread her legs so wide that even though her thick bush I could see her pee hole.

I waited and finally a wide stream of pee splashed out of Savanna’s pee hole and at first it overshot the chamber pot and I felt some on my arm. This caused both of us to laugh. She adjusted her bottom just a bit and finally her stream splashed loudly into the pot. You could hear it filling up as she peed full-force, lifting her head and sighing again to show her pleasure.

“What are you two doing?” Cara called.

Savanna laughed. “We found the chamber pot.”

“Oh my God,” Cara groaned. Savanna’s pee was dwindling to a trickle. She stood up and a few stray drops dripped onto the floor. Savanna turned around, opened the window in the loft, and dumped out the contents of the pot.

“Your turn,” she said. I quickly tugged my pants down as Savanna placed the pot back on the floor. I decided to try a different position and I went down on my knees until my bare vagina was directly over the opening of the pot. We heard steps coming up the loft ladder. Sandy was treated with a close view of my naked crotch hanging over an antique chamber pot as she poked her head up and climbed into the loft. As soon as I spotted her, I just let go, emptying my bladder completely and loudly into the chamber pot. I closed my eyes and could feel warm splashes against my crotch as the strong jet of pee sprayed out of me with an ecstatic force. I moaned as the pressure in my bladder eased. I started to worry that the pot will fill up before I finished, but I knew I couldn’t stop if I tried.

“Wow,” Sandy said. “Cara, you should see this.”

“I’m not going near that thing,” Cara said. “You know how many people have probably used that?”

“I really… don’t care,” I said, feeling relieved and a little turned on. This felt like I was channeling some long-forgotten taboo that was a little naughty and incredibly exhilarating. Still peeing a little, I touched my vagina delicately, rubbing my clitoris and sighing with obvious pleasure. I didn’t even open my eyes to see Savanna or Cara’s reaction. I just rubbed myself, feeling the familiar and blissful tingles of an oncoming orgasm. My flow finally slowed to an audible trickle and then stopped, but I kept rubbing until I finally gasped and climaxed right there in front of two of my best friends… while sitting on a chamber pot. When I finished, I stood up, carefully lifted the pot to the window, and tossed the warm pee out the window.

“This,” Cara said, “is going to be an interesting five days.”