wetwulf

I once had no choice but to piss in a fitting room at a thrift store. There were no restrooms, and I genuinely intended to hold it. But I also needed to try on some shirts. The pressure really hit me as I was buttoning up a nice shirt. I looked around, but the only option that came to mind was the corner. I walked over to it, took out my dick, stood as close as I could to hopefully cut down on the splashing, and pissed down the corner of the wall. Fortunately it didn't seem to be staining the wall at all, and it mostly absorbed into the carpet in the corner. I relaxed and let it all go, feeling like I could piss forever. Eventually, I was done, and luckily the damage was minimal and mostly unnoticeable.

This is the next chapter in my Furniture Wetter series. It contains female desperation, furniture wetting, and female masturbation. Also, I have never worked for a law firm, so any inaccuracies in that area can be blamed on my own ignorance.

If you were hoping my story would get even more interesting after my experience on the 6th floor, well you will not be disappointed. I did not have to wait long for another opportunity to indulge in my new fetish.

Our supervisors announced an unexpected virtual conference with the senior partners and needed everyone to attend. On our office floor, we have a large conference room with a huge round table on which small removable monitors are mounted during virtual conferences, along with big screen monitors on all four walls. At least a hundred chairs are set around this table, which is a little more than necessary but is at least accommodating for larger meetings like this one.

The reason I mention that the conference was unexpected is because if I had expected it, I would not have drank two iced coffees and a full bottle of water that morning. Almost as soon as I sat down in the conference room (along with just over fifty other staff members, attorneys, paralegals, secretaries, and clerks), I started to feel slight pressure in my bladder. I also had a brief flash of memory from my very pleasurable wetting on the 6th floor. I had to push it away, though, along with any thought of running to the restroom really quickly as our supervisor started the meeting and the monitors soon lit up.

The conference was boring and a little unnecessary for clerks like myself, but I took notes on some of the updates about upcoming cases and clients. Soon, though, it was getting more difficult to concentrate as the pressure in my bladder grew. I was getting concerned because the senior partners did not seem to be anywhere near finished, and our supervisors made it clear that full attendance was mandatory. As I tried to focus, I also had a thought as the pressure was approaching unbearable. Because there were more seats than people present, the closest four seats to me were empty. I also noted that the seat cushions were black and made of thick fabric. The thought actually crossed my mind that if I could not hold it any longer, I might actually get away with wetting myself and my seat.

Sure enough, another wave of pressure warned me that if I didn't think of something soon, I might be looking at an uncontrollable accident, which would be more obvious and really bad for me. So I decided. As the senior partners were discussing something more directed at the paralegals, I sat up in my seat and scooted my bottom further back to where I knew my pussy was over the most cushioned part of the chair. I was still wearing panties, but I would worry about them later. I opened my legs and relaxed just enough to let a little bit of my pee go.

I tried to stay calm as I felt the crotch of my panties get wetter and warmer. I stopped, not wanting to lose too much too soon. Then when the pressure built again, I let a little more dribble out into my panties. No one was looking at me since nearly everyone was either looking at the monitors, typing on a laptop, or looking at their phone. This gave me the confidence to let go more, and now I could feel it warming my bottom, which was good because it meant my pee was absorbing into the seat and not dribbling onto the floor. I relaxed more, soaking my panties again and secretly enjoying the warm, wet feeling beneath me. I kept doing this until the pressure eased and I was able to focus again. When the conference ended, I didn't even look at the damage but simply scooted my chair back under the table and walked out. Afterwards, I walked to the bathroom and did my best to dry my panties by wringing them out and placing them under the hand dryer.

Later, during my lunch break, I took the elevator to the 5th floor and the stairs to the 6th. I walked into the lobby, feeling flushed and horny and needing to pee again. This time I eyed the sofa. I double-checked for cameras or for anyone else around and was pleased to see that I was once again alone. I slid off my panties and, in a moment of erotic courage, reclined on the sofa, resting my head on one of the arms. I hiked up my skirt carefully out of the way and started to rub my naked pussy, already feeling wet from excitement and from my need to pee. I held it, though, as I caressed my pussy with my fingers, rubbing my slit and teasing my clitoris. 

"Mmm, that feels good," I said, knowing no one could hear me. I felt a slight spurt of pee dampen my fingers, and I gasped but managed to hold it still as I continued to rub my pussy. Just as I felt my climax building, I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. "Oh god, I can't hold it," I said. "I'm going to piss all over this sofa. Ohhhh!" Then I let go as my orgasm built and I cried out. I continued rubbing while a messy spray of pee squirted out of me, splashing my legs and soaking the sofa cushion with a wet drumming sound. It went on and on as I panted and gasped, my orgasm continuing, nearly making me scream with pleasure. I stopped rubbing and took my hands away and just relaxed into the feeling of my warm pee splashing my thighs and soaking the cushion between my legs. I was still panting, riding the last erotic feelings of my orgasm. When I finally stopped peeing, the urge to stay right there and not return to work was so strong that it startled me, so I sat up. I dabbed at my legs with my panties before sliding them back on, and did my best to use the lobby mirror to help myself look decent again before returning to the office. 

This is the next chapter in the Tales of a Furniture Wetter series. It contains wetting, masturbation, and furniture wetting.

Following my experience with Carolyn, I knew for certain I would be looking for opportunities to pee on furniture again. I wanted to feel soft cushions beneath my bottom as I soaked it with my warm pee. I was even more certain when I woke up the next morning and heard the sound of someone sighing. I walked into the living room and saw Carolyn, still dressed in her nightgown, sitting comfortably on the couch with her nightgown hiked up and her bare bottom on the couch. She didn't see me at first, so I stayed where I was and watched. Carolyn opened her legs and looked down at the expanding puddle between her legs. She moaned and looked up… directly at me.

"Oh!" she said. "Good morning." She didn't stop peeing but just smiled at me. "Sorry. I woke up and really had to pee, and… well…." I giggled.

"I understand, trust me," I said. I grinned and then glanced over at the recliner and started walking to it. I had been thinking about the recliner since last night as another option for peeing, but I wasn't sure what Carolyn's reaction would be. Carolyn's eyes widened, but she was still peeing, her mouth open with relief and pleasure. "You can stop me, if you want," I said. "But I really have to go, and it's going to be a lot."

Carolyn gasped, and I saw that she was grinding her pussy into the cushion like she had last night, but this time she was still peeing, and the puddle was much larger and wetter than last night's. "Ohhh, we already… mmm… ruined the couch. Ohh, I don't care anymore. This feels… mmm… too good to stop."

I took that as a sign that she wasn't concerned about the recliner also getting ruined as I walked to it, turned my behind to it, and slid my pajama shorts and panties down my legs. I gasped as soon as I sat down because the recliner cushion was so soft against my bare ass and pussy. Carolyn watched as I scooted back in the chair and then draped one leg over each arm of the recliner so that my pussy was perfectly spread. I gasped again as a small spurt of pee escaped. "Oh shit, I can't hold it anymore!" I sighed and just let go. At first, my stream was so strong that it sprayed out and over the recliner onto the laminate floor. "Oops," I said. 

"Oh my god," Carolyn said. She was staring at me intensely and still grinding into the soaked couch cushion.

I cut off the flow just long enough to sit up a little more so that my pussy was right over the cushion. Then I exhaled and let go again. My pee hissed out of me full force. I moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sensation of relief and the splashing of my warm morning pee. The recliner cushion wasn't able to absorb as much as was bursting out, so a warm puddle was forming at my pussy. I was tempted to touch myself as I peed but realized I wouldn't have to as the steady squirt of my pee tickled my clitoris.

"Ohhh fuck," I said, unable to contain the deep pleasure I felt. "This feels… so fucking good." I looked up at Carolyn and saw that she was still grinding the cushion but had also slid her hand down to her pussy and was rubbing as she grinded. I could see splashes of her pee as she rubbed. My own pee was still dribbling into the recliner cushion, and I was panting as I felt my orgasm building. Then I heard Carolyn scream and looked over to see her thrust her pussy to the edge of the couch and squirt a strong jet of pee out onto the laminate floor. This set me over the edge, and I screamed as I climaxed.

After we both finished, I relaxed into the recliner, still enjoying the warm wetness under my bottom. Carolyn was laying back almost awkwardly against the back of the couch, her pussy and legs, both moist with droplets of her pee, were still hanging over the edge of the couch. "My god, that was amazing," she said.

"I agree," I said.

"I don't think our furniture is ever going to be the same," Carolyn said.

"I don't think we're ever going to be the same," I said. Carolyn laughed.

We collected ourselves, and then Carolyn stood up to go take a shower. She showed no concern for the giant wet spot on the couch nor mine on the recliner but just walked cheerfully down the hall to the bathroom. I glanced down at the puddle Carolyn's spray of pee had left on the floor and felt butterflies in my stomach again as I recalled the image. I'll have to try that sometime, too, I thought.

While I was in my room getting dressed, I heard soft moaning coming from the bathroom and realized Carolyn must have been masturbating again. I smiled, realizing I may have corrupted my roommate, or perhaps awakened some repressed sexual urges inside of her. The feeling was mutual. Mine was awakened the moment I peed into that front porch chair cushion and was undoubtedly fully alive after my two furniture wettings in the living room. I wondered what other opportunities awaited me outside of our house. I would find out soon enough.

I got dressed and ready for work, smiling at Carolyn as she finally exited the bathroom. I thought about running to the bathroom really quickly but changed my mind as I thought about letting my bladder fill more on my way to work. It was a solid strategy until halfway into my commute when I came to heavy traffic. I should have known better. The line of slowly moving cars stretched as far as I could see and on into town. At least traffic was moving, but it still wasn't quick enough for my quickly filling bladder.

I was near the point of desperation when traffic finally started moving more quickly, and I felt hopeful as I finally pulled off the highway exit and into the city. By the time I drove into the parking garage of the office building where our law firm is located, I was squeezing my legs together, feeling the occasional wave of pressure. My panties were getting a little damp, but I wasn't quite worried about an accident yet. On my rush to the office, I was tempted to step into the garage stairs and risk a quick pee, but there were several other cars behind me, and I wasn't certain if anyone would be far behind me going into the stairwell. So I held it longer as I rode the parking garage elevator down and then ran into the office building. I nearly sprinted to the office building elevator. There were two men and another woman getting on the elevator, as well, and I groaned as a wave of pressure hit me. I was really worried I would piss myself as the elevator doors closed.

Then I remembered something: the 6th floor was empty after another firm moved after purchasing their own separate building. If I pressed the button for 6, it would look suspicious. Instead, I pressed 5 and waited as patiently as I could. Then as soon as the elevator stopped at 5 and the doors opened, I was out. I ran down to the nearby stairwell, feeling another twinge in my bladder as if somehow my body knew this was also a potential place to pee. I ran up to the 6th floor and opened the door.

I stepped into what looked like a lobby, and I couldn't help but smile as I saw that, in spite of the floor being abandoned, it was fully furnished with chairs and a sofa just big enough for two people. At the sight of the furniture, my bladder nearly let loose as a warm spurt of pee soaked my panties. My stomach fluttered as I desperately looked around the lobby, checking for cameras or for the unlikely person, but I saw no signs of either. Another wave of pressure and dampening of my panties, however, gave me the courage I needed.

I rushed over to one of the chairs, which was surprisingly nice for a lobby chair and to have been abandoned. It was made of a maroon colored soft fabric and had a thick cushion. Without hesitating, I lifted my skirt, yanked my panties down, and sat my bare ass onto the chair. Within seconds, pee was squirting out of my pussy with a loud hiss and soaking into the cushion. I couldn't hold back a moan as I felt both relief and an oncoming orgasm. "Ohh my god, this feels amazing." I fully let go and relaxed into the intense feeling as my bottom became wet and warm and my squirting piss tickled my clitoris. It was so much pee that a warm pool was forming between my legs but also some was dripping over the edge onto the carpeted floor. I sighed and then gasped and bit my lip as I finally came while still peeing fully. I sat back in the chair until my pee finally eased toa dribble and then stopped.

I stood up and turned to survey the damage. There was a big wet spot on the chair cushion, as well as some small dark stains on the carpet near the edge of the chair. Giggling, I rushed back to the same stairwell I used to get up there and walked back down to the 5th floor to catch the elevator up to my office. I knew this would not be the last time I visited the 6th floor.