wetwulf

This is the first chapter of a series. It contains female furniture wetting and masturbation.

It began with a desperate drive home from work. I was wearing a skirt and nice blouse, the perfect outfit for my job as a law firm desk clerk. I had not peed before leaving work because it had been a very busy day, and I just wanted to get out of there. I hadn't considered there would be so much traffic, but by the time I was almost home, my bladder felt like it was close to bursting.

My phone rang as I was pulling into the driveway, so I answered it. It was my friend and roommate Carolyn. We exchanged the usual greetings, and then I felt a wave of pressure in my bladder. I gasped and hoped she hadn't heard it.

"Are you on your way home?" she asked.

"I'm home now. Why?" I asked as I walked to the front porch and started to put my key in the front door.

"Well, we kind of have a problem," she said. "The front door lock has been weird lately. I stopped in for lunch earlier, but I couldn't get it to unlock." In spite of her statements, I tried my key in the lock, but, as she said, it would not even turn.

Now I couldn't hide my gasp as another wave of pressure flowed through me. "Dammit," I said. "How did you get in?" I asked.

"I went through the back door," Carolyn said. "But I know you don't have a back door key."

"Greaaat," I said. "So I'm locked out?"

"I'm afraid so," she said, "at least until I get there." Then Carolyn informed me that she was stuck in traffic and wasn't sure how much longer she would be.

"Ugh," I said. "This would happen to me right now! I need to pee!" Carolyn giggled, and even though I was frustrated, I laughed, as well. "Oooh, don't make me laugh, please! It's really bad! What am I supposed to do?"

I looked around the front porch and out into the small yard of our rented two-bedroom house. We lived in a fairly busy suburban neighborhood, and there were already a few neighbors out walking their dog and one across the street on her front porch. We did not have any bushes or places that would be acceptable to hide if I decided to squat discreetly.

"Are you able to pee in the yard somewhere?" Carolyn asked.

"No," I said. "Too many neighbors!" I kept looking around the porch, hoping to find something to give me an idea. Another strong wave of pressure hit, and this time I almost couldn't contain it and felt a tiny dribble in my panties. "Oookay, I need to figure out something soon!"

"What about the chair?" Carolyn asked. I wasn't sure if I heard her correctly.

"The what?"

"The chair. It has a soft cushion. You could sit on it and pee, and no one would see you, and there wouldn't be much of a puddle."

I was amazed but also intrigued. "Won't it stain the cushion?" I asked.

"It's a black cushion," Carolyn said, laughing. "Plus, it stays outside, so it will dry." Another strong wave followed by a spurt in my panties became my sign that I'd better decide soon or I would be standing in a puddle.

"Ooh! Okay, I don't have any other choice!" I said. I quickly turned my rear end to the chair and lifted my skirt out of the way, leaving my panties on. "Oh! It's coming out!" I said as my pee came bursting through my panties and immediately soaked the cushion beneath me. I felt so fucking good to just let go. "Oh my god, Carolyn, this feels… ohhh!"

"Feels good, does it?" I was still peeing fully and moaning as she listened. I sighed and relaxed, enjoying the warm pleasure of my pee flowing through the crotch of my panties and soaking into the chair cushion, not caring that neighbors were walking by right outside. Then I felt a small orgasm building, and I bit my lip but could not hide the pleasurable squeak as I came softly while my pee died to a trickle. I sat for a moment before standing up to survey the damage. My panties were soaked, obviously, and there was a faint but not as obvious wet stain on the cushion.

"Holy shit," I said. "That felt so fucking good."

Carolyn laughed. "Good to know," she said.

"I'm sorry, Carolyn, but I don't think that will be the last time I try that." She laughed again.

"I understand. I've done the same thing myself."

After Carolyn returned home, we cooked dinner and decided to eat outside on the porch since it was a nice evening. We were both relaxing on the swing until Carolyn surprised me by getting up and walking over to the cushioned chair.

"I don't think anybody can see me," she said as she looked around. The way our porch is made, if you are sitting down your lower body is hidden by anyone outside. I watched as she slid her leggings and panties down and sat her bottom directly on the cushion. Seconds later, she was sighing, and I could see her steady stream of pee dribbling out and soaking into the cushion. She finished quickly and then slid her panties and leggings back up and joined me again on the swing.

Not long after, I had to pee, too, but this time I slid my panties off, walked to the chair, moved my skirt out of the way, and sat my bare bottom on the cushion. I could feel the damp coolness from Carolyn's pee but didn't care as I just relaxed and warmed it up again with my own pee. I was surprised that even with Carolyn sitting right there, I enjoyed the flow of my pee tickling my clit so much that I had another small orgasm.

Later in the evening, we were sitting in the living room watching a movie. I was on one end of the couch and Carolyn was on the other end. As the movie seemed to be getting to a really good part, Carolyn grabbed the remote and paused it. "Wait, what are you doing?" I asked.

"I need to pee," she said. I also had been feeling the urge to pee for a bit but was so engrossed in the movie that I was holding off as long as possible. My mind was racing now with possibilities and then I finally said what I was feeling.

"I need to pee, too, but it's getting really good, and I don't want to get up." Carolyn raised her eyebrows in surprise. "I'm serious," I said. "And… I mean, you're my roommate, so I won't do it if you say no, but…."

"Do what?" she asked.

"What if we don't get up, I mean?" I said. "I'm not gonna lie, I orgasmed both times I peed in the porch chair, and I kind of want to pee on the couch right now." Carolyn continued to stare at me, but she was smiling, and I saw her eyes occasionally looking down at the couch.

"Well," she said, "It is an old couch… and the cushions are darker…" Carolyn bit her lip, and I knew I was winning her over. "I think it's too late to make it anyway." I smiled as Carolyn started to remove her leggings and panties and I lifted my bottom and removed my panties. "I can't believe we're doing this," Carolyn said. It struck me for a moment that the movie was still paused but neither of us seemed to care. Then Carolyn gasped. "I'm peeing!" she said. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened with pleasure and relief. I heard the soft hissing of her pee and could see a puddle forming between her legs. "Ohhh my god, that feels good."

As I watched Carolyn gasp and enjoy herself, I didn't want to wait any longer. This time, though, I lifted my skirt and bunched it up enough to expose my bare ass and pussy because I wanted, even needed, to watch myself as I pissed into my couch for the first time. I took one more look at Carolyn, who was still peeing but had removed her panties and leggings completely and was now slowly grinding her pussy into the wet seat. I looked between my legs, relaxed into the softness of the couch, and just let go.

Even though I had peed in the chair cushion earlier, this was a different experience. Something about the deeper softness of the couch cushion, the naughtiness of passing the couch on purpose, and seeing my own warm pee splash from my pussy directly into the cushion, it all had be gasping and crying out in ecstasy as I watched my pee flow out with a hiss and slowly soak into the couch cushion. The warmth enveloped my pussy and bottom, and I moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhh fuck," I said. Feeling even more turned on, I reached down and touched my slit as my piss flow increased. I watched it spray up a little before splashing into the puddle between my legs.

I heard Carolyn moan, as well. "Mmm, the couch is ruined, but I don't care. Ohh!" She wriggled her hips faster, grinding deeper into the couch. I rubbed my slit as I peed more.

"Ohh, god, I'm sorry Carolyn, but I don't think this will be the last time I do this. Mmmm!" I started to feel my orgasm building, and judging by Carolyn's gasps, she wouldn't be far behind.

"It's… ohhh, it's fine. I think… you've started something." Soon we were both crying out as we climaxed almost together, and I watched a few more squirts of pee spray from Carolyn's pussy as she screamed. We both relaxed until our breath returned to normal. Then, not bothering to move from our seat or get dressed, Carolyn grabbed the remote and pressed PLAY and we continued the movie.

Next time, I will tell you about how this day changed everything for me and for the two of us as roommates.

Dear Wet Carpet,

It's early ski season where I live, and my close friend talked me into spending a weekend away at her parent's cabin at the ski resort. I love to ski, but I've only taken day trips and have never stayed in a cabin before.

The fun started for us as we rode the ski lift up to one of the blue square slopes. We hopped off and both enjoyed a smooth run down the mountain without any issues. When we reached the bottom, my friend was looking back towards the lodge.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, I just kind of need to pee, but I don't feel like dealing with my snow suit. I can hold it." So we walked to the ski lifts again. Less than halfway up, my friend was squirming. "Okay, maybe I had to go worse than I thought," she said.

"How bad is it?" I asked.

"Pretty bad," she said. I thought for a moment until my secret fetish kicked in.

"I mean… your suit is already wet from the melting snow," I said. My friend looked at me, wide-eyed. "You'll feel better and not be so desperate," I said. She bit her lip. "Or you wait until we jump off, but you'd still have to wrestle with your suit, and there will be people skiing by us."

"That's true," she said. "I don't think I can hold it until we get down the mountain, so…." My friend sat still for a moment, biting her lip again. "Okay, I'm going to go in my suit." She sat up in her seat and then seemed to relax. "Oh! I'm peeing! My panties are soaked now, and I can feel it soaking into my thermals. I hope it doesn't show through my snowsuit!" She sighed, and I could tell she was letting it all go.

"I don't see anything," I said. Soon, she sighed and smiled, so she must have finished. We reached the top, hopped off, and started our descent. We skied some more until we were both too cold, and we didn't talk about her pee at all.

Not, at least, until later when we returned to her parent's cabin. Worn out from skiing, we stumbled into the cabin. My friend walked right over to the sofa and, without thinking, flopped down onto it. I started to say something, but then she gasped and said, "Shit, I think I'm getting the sofa wet." I thought she was going to get up, but she said, "Well, nothing to do about it now." Then, I saw her face change much like it had on the ski lift.

"Are you peeing?" I said in surprise.

"Yes," she said. "I needed to go, and I figured the sofa is already wet, so… ahhh." This time I could hear her pee hissing inside her snowsuit, but I still couldn't see anything. "Mmm. This actually feels really good. You should try it before you change out of your snowsuit."

I honestly was curious, so I walked further into the room and then sat on the other side of the sofa. I relaxed and soon felt my crotch get very wet and warm as a strong flow of pee soaked my panties and my thermals and warmed my whole crotch area and my upper thighs inside my snowsuit. I sighed with relief and let all my pee go. My friend just nodded knowingly.

After that, we spent the rest of the weekend skiing and peeing. On the last day, as we were packed to leave, my friend noticed she must have put her wet snowsuit on her bed because the corner was wet. She looked at me, smiling mischievously. "Should I?" she asked. I shrugged.

"It's your parent's cabin, not mine." She laughed.

"They get it professionally cleaned," she said, "so they'll never know." As she said this, I watched her remove her leggings and panties and sit on the corner of her bed. "Ooh, it's kind of cold! Guess I need to warm it up." Then she got the same relaxed look on her face as before, and I could hear hissing as she peed directly into her bed. "We have to come back here again," she said.

I agreed. I'll let you know if we do.

Katie