Jayne

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Chapter 1 - Jayne goes to work

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The alarm clock rang out and Jayne, twenty three years old, six feet and two inches tall with brown eyes and long black hair, reached over and pressed the snooze for another ten minutes rest before rolling over on to her back. With her legs parted slightly she relaxed and slowly emptied her bladder. The feeling of relaxation was so complete that she was soon asleep again. Jayne lived alone in her attic bedsit and had peed in the bed ever since she could remember.

She was awoken again by the alarm and this time the warmth pooled around her meant that it was time to get up and face the day. She sat up leaning on her elbows and saw the damp patch on the duvet where it had dipped between her legs, her bladder was empty now and it was time to get out of bed.

She slid out of bed, stood up and stretched. As she reached up to the ceiling the hem of her nightdress gave up its last few drips onto the carpet. She slipped the nightdress off her shoulders and onto the floor, stepped out of it and hung it over the foot of the bed to dry. She walked naked over to the wash basin, splashed some cold water on her face to help her wake up and drank three pint glasses of water straight down.

Still following her usual morning routine Jayne went over to the wardrobe to select her working attire for the day. Today she chose a tight white jumper with a high neck, a long and narrow black skirt down to her ankles and a pair of open toe shoes with four inch heels. She stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and fastened it around her waist then put on her bra and pulled the jumper over her head. She went over and sat on the bed to put on her shoes, first the left one then, pausing slightly to pee through her skirt into the bed, she put on the right shoe. Now that her bladder had been flushed out of the concentrated 'overnight' pee she would not need to return to the bed to pee.

Now it was time for breakfast, a bowl of dry 'Special K' washed down with a further three pints of water all completely in accordance with the very popular water diet. Jayne liked the water diet because as well as being a very healthy way to eat it made her urine very dilute so that now she could pee anywhere throughout the day without leaving any odour or stain. She had often been sleepy and lain on the settee late at night and forgetting that she wasn't in bed just let go, now that was not a problem.

As she started to drink the second glass she released her bladder again allowing the pee to soak through her skirt in to the chair. The thin cushion was not able to absorb much before letting the excess cascade over the back of the seat, making a puddle on the carpet which gradually soaked away. With breakfast finished, Jayne took her empty crockery over to the sink and rinsed it out before filling another glass and drinking it straight down. She walked over to the mirror leaving a trail of drips from the back of her skirt as she went. She stood with her legs slightly apart while she brushed her hair and then as she checked her appearance in the mirror she again released her bladder - this time making the front of her skirt as wet as the back and leaving a quite considerable puddle on the carpet.

Jayne waited a few seconds for the dripping to subside and made her way out of the front door, onto the landing and down the four flights of stairs with the blackness of her skirt hiding the wetness completely.

At the bottom she met her landlady bringing in her milk from the doorstep who chatted with her for a few minutes before going back inside. This wouldn't normally be a problem but Jayne liked to be first at the bus stop.

Ten minutes later Jayne’s skirt had dried in the warm breeze and she had reached the bus stop. Jayne was disappointed to find that Sharron - about the same age as Jayne, shorter, brown shoulder length hair, slightly  more 'round' wearing 'sensible' shoes, a green pleated skirt and a yellow blouse - was already there. Jayne did not know Sharron very well and certainly not well enough to share the details of her uninhibited peeing.

Her bladder was full again and Jayne took her usual position in these situations, a little way behind Sharron with her legs tight together where there is a dip in the pavement that allows any puddles to drain discretely away into the street drain. After carefully checking that she wasn't being observed Jayne started to pee, slowly letting small rivulets run down her legs and over her shoes. This is normally quite silent but today Jayne stopped soon after starting when she heard the very familiar sound of pee splashing onto the pavement. She didn't normally lose control and now that the splashing sound continued she looked around for the source. She didn't have to look far with the rapidly expanding puddle between Sharron’s feet making everything clear.

When Sharron had finished peeing she squeezed her thighs together making a few drips run down her legs, turned around and said "Good morning Jayne".

Jayne replied "Hello Sharron, that was a bit of a surprise, I didn't know that you're a wetter."

"Only in private normally." Said Sharron. "I've always wanted to do it but never had the courage until I realised that you did it every day, the ordinary passer by wouldn't notice but I did. Ever since I first realised what you were doing my knickers have been almost permanently damp, it's a real turn-on. I thought that today I would surprise you."

"You certainly did that alright and here's the bus." Said Jayne.

The bus pulled up and Jayne and Sharron boarded, proceeded upstairs and sat in adjacent seats - Sharron being careful to hitch up her skirt before sitting to prevent a damp patch forming on the back of her skirt.

Jayne was now in a bit of a predicament, her peeing had been interrupted leaving her bladder full, there was no way that she would be able to hold on for thirty minutes and make it all the way to town without releasing the pressure.

Jayne explained the situation to Sharron and Sharron thought for a bit then in a low voice said. "You have two choices. You can get off the bus, pee, and wait for the next one or have an 'accident'."

"I can't wait for the next bus, I'll be late, and exhibitionism is not my scene at this time of the morning." Said Jayne.

With that a thought crossed Jayne’s mind, the seat was quite deep and would surely soak up most, if not all, that was straining her bladder. She wouldn't normally pee where someone else might sit but this was an emergency. After all there was a time when she wouldn't have given it a second thought so before she could change her mind she opened her legs slightly to make a pool and released her bladder, fighting hard to control the pressure which was likely to cause a complete flood if she wasn't careful.

Sharron was immediately alerted to the familiar hissing sound and turned to Jayne and smiled. Sharron looked down at her own lap and made sure that Jayne heard the hissing sound as she warmed up her knickers - several times throughout the journey.

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Chapter 2 - Jayne at work

 

As they neared the end of their bus ride Jayne and Sharron prepared themselves to leave the bus. Sharron carefully stood up and rearranged her skirt enjoying the feeling of every one of the half dozen droplets that slowly ran down her legs. Jayne released a last spurt through her skirt into the seat then slid along to a dryer part of the seat before standing behind Sharron.

As Jayne followed Sharron out of the bus she was aware that her skirt was now clinging tightly to her bottom and felt the dampness of the hem on her ankles. She was aware now of other passengers leaving behind her and that the slightest touch on the back of her skirt would give her away. If this happens again less haste would be appropriate - best to leave last or let Sharron go behind.

Jayne thanked the driver as she exited the bus and took note of which driver it was today. His reaction to her next time she travelled on his bus could indicate whether their little secret had been discovered.

"What are you going to do now Sharron - you won't be dry by nine."

"It’s OK." Replied Sharron. "I have this little arrangement in my office. There are only three other girls in there and they know that I sometimes have accidents during the day so if I'm a bit damp I just discretely let them see the damp patch on my skirt and they warn me that I must have had an accident again and do all the running round while I stay at my desk. It’s quite handy really because I can't hitch my skirt up in the office like I did on the bus and I can't go to the loo without being seen so I just pee in my chair all day without anyone knowing. I have to remember to spurt every few minutes and keep my bladder empty to avoid a flood. I'm quite happy for them to think that I have a minor problem but if they thought I was completely incontinent they would expect me to seek help or take precautions."

 "How often does this happen?" Enquired Jayne.

"About once a month at work. I try to wait until I get home, or at least off the bus, but sometimes I get carried away. It must be my hormones that make me a bit hot but I usually pop out at lunchtime to the park with a sandwich and if I am completely alone I just open my legs a bit and let go. I look perfectly respectable until I get back to the office and have to sit down. Anyway I must run along now."

Jayne pondered for a minute as to why Sharron didn't keep a spare pair of knickers handy or do like she did and go without or even wear a black skirt but Sharron really was just a beginner and had a lot to learn.

Jayne waved goodbye to Sharron, stepped out of her latest puddle and walked up to the imposing 24 story glass fronted office where she worked. She negotiated the revolving door being careful not to get a print of her still damp bottom on the glass panel as it rotated behind her and crossed the marble floored lobby to the lift. She could use the lobby again now that she could control her urge to pee whenever she was standing still and no longer had to go down to the carpeted basement to wait for the lift.

When the lift arrived Jayne moved quickly to the back and turned to protect her damp behind. She was normally very relaxed but this new situation had put her on edge. Jayne was used to her regular routine and today Sharron had changed everything.

Now that she was safely in the packed lift she could pee a bit more. Little and often was her motto at the office so from now on she wouldn't miss an opportunity, one little spurt every four floors while the lift was moving was about all the lift carpet could take without making a puddle.

At the 14th floor the last people got out leaving Jayne a clear run to the 20th so this was her last opportunity to let rip. This time she forced every last drop in to the front of her skirt, then as the lift slowed she put her right foot slightly forward to catch the drips from her skirt as the door opened. After all you never know who might get in.

Jayne gets back into her normal routine now, first to the kitchen to collect her drinking glass, buy a Mars bar from the vending machine and fill her 3 litre jug while she lets a bit more trickle down her legs. It really is a trickle now and she is completely empty. Nobody would suspect a puddle on the kitchen floor unless they inspected it very closely and discovered that it was a bit more slippery than plain water.

It was time to start work so Jayne walked along the corridor to her office, Room 2017, with ‘Jayne Hill - Cryptography Manager’ emblazoned on the door. It was very handy having her own private office this high up because she was on her own most of the time with a lot of her contact with the rest of the company being by video conference anyway.

Jayne sat down at her desk, poured a glass of water and drunk it straight down followed by two more pausing only to log on to her diary and e-mail. The diary is quite important to Jayne because the microphone on the video conferencing equipment is very sensitive and when she first started to use it the engineer was called to investigate the periodic 'hissing' sounds. Water intake now has to be curtailed prior to these conference sessions; it's embarrassing enough to ask to be excused to use the toilet let alone to pee out of earshot in the corridor.

The first e-mail to pop up is a circular from Feminine Anarchy promoting international pee on the pavement day with a few suggestions of how to participate. While Jayne takes a great deal of interest in the feminine anarchy movement, zealously supporting their boycott of all toilets (to the point that if she is forced to visit a public convenience she will go into the cubicle and pee on the floor on principle) and agrees with most of the F.A. charter such as Women should be able to just pee on the floor anywhere because they have no facility to accurately aim, that women should be able to air their pheromones the way that nature intended by peeing standing up with their legs together, and that women who have wet their clothing should be accepted as normal members of society, she still has difficulty agreeing with all of their demands such as women being able to pee under all circumstances. She still feels very guilty about the bus incident but accepts if attitudes were different she could have just stood in the bus and peed on the floor the way she does openly at home and secretly at work.

Jayne is now relaxed and able to completely release the pressure in her bladder such that without thinking if she as much as reaches across her desk another delightful wave flows over her clitoris, soaking through her skirt into the cushion of her chair. She pours another glass as the first conference isn't until ten.

Up till lunchtime the day goes smoothly dealing with e-mails and writing reports with no extraneous hissing in the conference but plenty of peeing while laughing with the sandwich lady who popped in with her sandwiches, almost to the point that Jayne expected to hear the tell-tale sound of pee running onto the floor. Jayne picks a quiet moment to pop out to the kitchen to refill her jug for the afternoon. At this time of the day Jayne is so relaxed that she leaves a trail behind wherever she goes, often making extra detours to prolong the sensation of the pee running down her legs as she walks.

The afternoon is filled with meetings in her office and Jayne is much less able to relax, having to remember to discretely pee while in conversation, as well as maintaining her fluid intake.

Eventually the benefit of her working lunch pays off and at four she is able to log off, change the cushion on the chair for a dry one from her cupboard ready for the morning and drink a last glass of water before heading home.

Jayne closes the office door and walks along the corridor to the lift, emptying her jug and rinsing her glass out in the kitchen on the way. There are already two people waiting by the lift but Jayne is used to this and just stands behind them letting pee trickle gently down both her legs until the lift arrives.

As the doors open she again gets in carefully keeping her back to the wall because her skirt is still very wet. No need to pee in the lift on the way down, there will be plenty of time while waiting for the bus, so no tell-tale footprints as she walks across the marble lobby.

Outside Jayne does not wait at the first stop but walks along to a quieter stop where she can wait on her own. The short walk dries her skirt, not completely, but enough that she can sit without leaving a wet patch.

When Jayne arrives at the bus stop all is quiet so again a cascade falls between her slightly parted legs with sufficient force to wet the front of her skirt. This time she has pushed hard to make sure that she is finished before the bus comes to avoid a repeat of this morning’s incident.

The bus soon arrives and Jayne gets on. As she takes her seat she is reminded of what she had done this morning. Perhaps F.A. are right. She would give their ideas on total freedom more thought. Throughout the journey she fought the temptation to just try a spurt and took her mind off of it by looking forward to the evening’s activities she had planned at Wombles tennis club and later Deco's bar.

- o - o - o -

Chapter 3 - Jayne plays tennis

 

Jayne gets off the bus and pees hard while waiting for the bus to leave before crossing the road and going straight home. Back in her room she pulls off her jumper and puts it away in the wardrobe, sits on the bed and removes her shoes and then standing by the linen basket unclasps her bra and lets her skirt drop to the floor before stepping out of it and putting them in the linen basket. Naked again she gets her white tennis dress and tennis shoes out of the wardrobe, slips the dress over her head and sits on the bed to put on her tennis shoes. As she sits on the bed her short skirt leaves her bottom bare making her aware that the bed is still damp from the morning.

Jayne quickly gulps down three large glasses of water before leaving for the tennis club. The journey to Wombles is only a fifteen minute walk but Jayne finds it quite exciting in the gentle breeze which lifts her skirt every few seconds. Jayne would never deliberately expose herself but she could do nothing about the wind and would never draw attention to herself by trying to hold her skirt down.

Jayne comes to a busy main road, waits to cross and uses the opportunity to pee. Jayne keeps her legs tightly together and just lets the pee trickle down her legs, she may be almost naked but nobody suspects what she is doing. Soon someone stops and waves Jayne across the road and she leaves her discrete puddle knowing that nobody will be looking anywhere but at her as she crosses the road giving her breasts an extra bit of bounce to make sure.

Jayne arrives at Wombles and signs in at the reception desk. The club president is on hand today to check that the all white dress code is being observed. Since the club has been in existence for a considerable time the list of allowed garments for women reflects the fashion that existed when the club was established and no other items of clothing are permitted. The list is quite short, just a dress or blouse and skirt, stockings and tennis shoes - no mention is made of undergarments. He finds no problem with Jayne who collects her racket from her locker and moves swiftly on to the bar to fill up.

So as not to be dehydrated during her game she takes two large plastic bottles filled with water outside with her and sits on the grass drinking while waiting for an opponent. Sitting on the grass has many benefits, Jayne can discretely pee as hard as she likes, she can look out for potential opponents as they come in and it is almost impossible to prevent anyone from seeing the fine view up her skirt thereby ensuring the maximum attention from the male members (and some female, it is tennis after all).

Jayne has only just sat down and barely started peeing when her friend Zena arrives carrying her racquet and a tennis ball and asks her to play a match. Zena leads the way to an empty court and Jayne gets up to follow. Zena is nineteen years old and has her medium length blond hair tied into two bunches, is dressed in a short bra top to maximise her small breasts and a pleated wrap around skirt with a pair of bulky designer trainers and ankle socks all in the regulation white.

The two women start their match and after a short while Jayne announces that she needs a drink. Jayne picks up one of the bottles and offers it to Zena who shakes her head to indicate that she is not thirsty. Jayne then stands with her legs tight together and pees gently as she throws her head back while drinking down the bottle of water.

Zena sees the rivulets running down Jayne’s legs and decides that she might as well take the opportunity to pee as well. While Zena is quite used to seeing Jayne wet herself pretty much all the time she is a bit more reserved, only wetting herself when she is in Jayne's company and then only very discretely. Zena squats down to retie her shoelace as she discretely pees onto the ground, at least while Jayne is peeing no one will notice her and she might as well make the most of the situation, Jayne would be very disappointed to see her use the toilet later on.

They continue their match and Jayne pees a little down her legs each time that Zena goes to retrieve the ball.

As the match goes on several male passers-by stop to become spectators. Enthralled by the upskirt display rather than the tennis, the spectators watch Zena closely. Zena no longer feels comfortable peeing with an audience present and decides to hold it until the end.

Their match finished, two of the spectators, John and Clive, invite the girls to the bar, Jayne accepts and says they will be there after they have showered. The two women return their racquets and ball to the lockers before showering, dressing back into the same clothes and arriving at the bar. John gets Jayne two large glasses of water and Zena has a large glass of isotonic orange juice while John and Clive each have a lager. They chat for ten minutes about sport (mainly football) and Jayne makes her excuses and as usual the two women leave together.

Zena walks with Jayne as she lives a short distance further away, Jayne, now with an audience, skipping in order make her skirt flip up and stopping every now and then to pee a little. Zena is not encouraged by this and just hangs back a bit to minimise her embarrassment at Jayne’s exhibitionism. She doesn't mind showing her fanny at Wombles because she can't help it, but outside is different.

When they arrive at Jayne’s they go inside for a coffee. Jayne has been so preoccupied with taking the rise out of Zena for her prudishness (relative to Jayne anyway) as they walked that she forgets to empty her bladder before going in. Zena sits down on the settee while Jayne drinks two large glasses of water and makes the coffee. Jayne brings the coffee out Joining Zena on the settee. Jayne relaxes her bladder making a loud hissing noise as she sips her coffee. When Jayne has finished peeing Zena takes a loud sip of her coffee and lets go, noisily peeing into the settee and thinking how great it is to be able to experience such freedom.

"It went right through me!" Zena quipped as the two women burst out laughing.

Zena finished her coffee and expelled a final warm spurt into her seat before getting up to go.

Jayne stood up, took Zena's cup and followed her to the door. Zena left for home with her outfit still completely respectable while Jayne stood at the door with her legs slightly apart and let out a short spurt which jetted straight into the doormat just catching the hem of her skirt. Jayne closed the door, now it was time to get ready to go out to Deco's.

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Chapter 4 - Jayne visits a bar

 

Jayne put the coffee cups in the sink and gulped down two large glasses of water. She slipped off her tennis dress and put it in the linen basket and took off her still damp tennis shoes which she put on the window sill to dry. Jayne opened her wardrobe and chose an outfit suitable for evening wear, a long silk aqua-marine dress with a slit over the left leg that went right up to the waist, an open back and mostly netting material at the front with matching strappy, six inch aqua-marine shoes.

Jayne put on the dress and sitting carefully on a dry part of the bed the shoes. Jayne examined herself in the mirror, her breasts clearly visible under the straining material and the dark triangle of her pubic hair contrasting against her light skin, enhanced by the aqua-marine netting.

Jayne set off for Deco's bar stopping now and then to let a small spurt of pee run down her legs to ensure that they were coated as much as possible with her pheromones, allowing just enough time for them to dry before stopping to pee again. Jayne was truly a stunning sight to see barely concealed beneath her dress and walking with great poise in her high heels which had elevated her height to a giantess's six foot eight.

In the entrance to the bar Jayne let out a final spurt of pee, this time not just coating her legs again but running over her shoes and soaking into the door mat, if pheromones really worked then it was hers that would be detected first.

Jayne walked slowly through the bar, aware of all the eyes that were fixed upon her and perched on a stool at the dark end of the bar. With her legs crossed and fully exposed through the slit in the front of her dress, her back turned slightly towards the bar, the skirt of her dress hanging down off of the side of the stool between the stool and the bar she sat and pondered the excitement of being just one spurt away from the inevitable humiliation that she would feel when it was time to leave.

Phillip the barman came over to her and lined up three large glasses of water with a twist of lemon on the side.

"Compliments of the house as usual." Said Phillip. "How are you this evening Jayne?"

"Very well thank you, but I'm dying for a wee." Jayne replied with her usual response to Phillips question and a cheeky smile.

With that Jayne let loose the first spurt of pee through her dress into the cushion of the stool. Just a small one at first to wet the fabric - too much while the stool was still dry would just run off and splatter on to the floor. Jayne made short work of the water and Phillip kept lining more glasses up as Jayne finished them. At every sip Jayne would release another spurt until she could feel the pee flowing out each time she moved on the stool as she became temporarily incontinent, the pee having saturated the cushion and now invisibly trickling down the legs of the stool and the back of her skirt to soak into the carpet. Jayne would have to move carefully now that her dress was soaked, she would have to remain on the stool in the dimly lit part of the bar for the rest of the evening.

Jayne was surprised, by now someone had usually shown some interest in her, after all it was why Phillip put up with her wetting, good looking single women in the bar will always attract more customers. Perhaps someone had seen her wetting, as she looked around the bar there were still a lot of pairs of eyes fixed on her, it was more likely that her poise, elegance and confidence (it takes quite a bit of confidence to do what Jayne does and wear what Jayne wears after all) was putting the men off.

"Phillip, come round here and chat me up a minute will you?"

"Hold on, I'll be right with you." Said Phillip as he quickly finished serving a customer, went round to the front of the bar and sat on the stool next to Jayne.

"What's up?" Phillip enquired.

"I think I am being ignored." Replied Jayne.

"Don't be impatient, it's still not eight o'clock yet, stop worrying, I'd shag you myself if I wasn't gay!”

With that Phillip went back behind the bar and a smartly dressed man took his seat next to Jayne.

Jayne re-crossed her legs giving the businessman a clear view of her bush before it became partly obscured again by the aqua-marine netting, and pulled her shoulders back to stretch the material over her breasts.

"Hello, I'm Jayne." Jayne introduced herself while forcibly emptying her bladder into the stool.

The businessman replied. "I'm Kevin, What can I get you to drink?"

"Same again please, PHILLIP!" Called Jayne as she beckoned the barman over and pointed towards Kevin.

Kevin ordered a lager and 'the same again for the lady' and they chatted for a while. Jayne soon ascertained that Kevin was staying at the hotel round the corner. The bar was quite noisy and Kevin suggested that they go and sit at a quiet table in the corner.

"I can't." Whispered Jayne, adding "I've wet myself and I think it shows, I am going to have to sit here until I leave."

Jayne swivelled round slightly letting Kevin have a glimpse of the lower half of her dress, the dark streaks now consuming almost all of the aqua-marine material of the skirt.

Jayne watched Kevin’s crotch intently, and the bulge started to expand, a result thought Jayne, he's turned on, now it's time to move. Jayne quickly drunk down two glasses of water and suggested to Kevin that perhaps they should leave before she makes a puddle on the floor.

Kevin settled the bill leaving Phillip a generous tip while Jayne gently slid off of the bar stool, simultaneously letting go of her pee.

"Whoops, too late." She said to Kevin as she stood by the stool with her hand pressed into the front of her dress, still peeing and making a sizable wet patch on the front of her dress. "let’s go." She added.

Jayne turned to Phillip and winked before leading her conquest through the bar like a puppy taking great delight in displaying her wetness to everyone in the bar. What a shame she could not do this all the time, aqua marine was definitely her favourite colour; it comes in so many shades.

Phillip moved quickly to get Jayne’s stool round the back to dry as Kevin and Jayne set off the hundred or so yards to the hotel.

"I need to wee again." Announced Jayne after about fifty yards.

"You should have gone before we left." Suggested Kevin, stating what he thought to be obvious.

"I did - look at me - I'm all wet, well I suppose a bit more won't make any difference." Said Jayne as she stood with her legs apart just enough to provide the full watering can rose effect.

Peeing hard both the front and back of her dress as well as her legs and feet became drenched as she announced. "It feels nice and warm."

There was no need to economise here, Jayne estimated that her stomach must still contain at least two pints of water so she emptied out completely. Jayne sensed Kevin’s impatience, confirmed by the bulge in his trousers, and with her skirt still dripping they walked on.

At the hotel they went round to the side entrance and went in the lift straight up to Kevin’s suite. All the time now Jayne felt a constant incontinent trickle running down her legs.

They entered Kevin’s suite and Kevin left Jayne standing by the desk just inside the door of the lounge as he rushed to the bedroom to remove his clothes. After thirty seconds Kevin returned to the lounge, substantially erect. Jayne was now standing in a small dark, damp patch on the beige carpet as her trickling continued. Kevin pushed his hands through the slit in the front of Jayne’s dress, grabbed Jayne by the hips and lifted her onto the desk. He slid his hands down to behind her knees and lifted them up high exposing her most intimate area before entering her with considerable force. After a few thrusts they both climaxed together and it was over, Kevin standing motionless in a rigid embrace with Jayne glad of the support now that she had turned to jelly inside still peeing in spurts as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued.

 

As the flow of pee subsided Kevin carried Jayne into the bedroom and laid her down in the bed. He tucked her carefully under the duvet, still fully clothed in her soaking dress and shoes, then joined her, embracing her from behind with his right hand firmly clamped onto her right breast. They both went off to sleep straight away.

Jayne was awoken twice during the night feeling a 'rod of iron' thrusting from behind. Each time she climaxed simultaneously with Kevin, and as she convulsed in orgasm she released her bladder in ecstasy, the warm pee jetting between her thighs and pooling around her before soaking into her dress and the unprotected bed below

- o - o - o -

 

 

 

Chapter 5 - The next morning

 

When Kevin awoke he was left with the memory of the night before and a now very wet bed. Jayne of course was nowhere to be seen. She had woken with the dawn chorus and just in time remembered that she was not in her own bed and resisted the temptation to dispose of her 'overnight' pee in the usual manner in the bed.

Her urge to pee was as strong as ever so she quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom where she drunk down four small glasses of water. Jayne quickly penned a 'J' decorated with some 'X's on to piece of notepaper, placing it on the bedside table before leaving.

Savouring the stickiness of the cum that would be running down her legs for the next few hours Jayne was thankful that Kevin had not used a condom, her skirt, now cold and clammy on her legs, reminding her of what fun a one night stand can be if it all goes to plan.

As she waited for the lift the pressure in Jayne’s bladder increased, not because it was full but because it was getting used to being emptied regularly. When the lift arrived Jayne resisted the urge to fill the lift because the state of her skirt would be a dead giveaway to anyone getting in. Instead Jayne left the hotel and headed straight for the adjacent park.

At five o'clock in the morning the park can be quite pleasant and better still she was almost certain to have it to herself. Jayne sat down on a bench, sat back, stretched and peed through her dress. It was nice to be able to enjoy the first morning pee for a change. So often Jayne was still almost asleep and just peed on autopilot but today she could enjoy the feeling as the warmth flowed over her clitoris and pooled around her bottom before flowing out through the still damp silk, running between the slats of the bench and splattering in a puddle on the hard ground below. Jayne savoured the musky aroma for a few minutes as her warm pee steamed around her in the cool morning air before again she set off for home.

As she walked along the almost deserted streets she held her head up high and smiled at the milkman, postman and assorted other early morning trades, completely aware of the state of her now drying dress which gave the impression of having been slept in. With the unmistakable greenish concentric pee stained patches on the back of her skirt it made her proud to be a feminine anarchist.

When Jayne returned home her neighbour Jean was getting the milk in.

"Good night then last night?" Enquired Jean who had seen Jayne arrive home in this unkempt condition too many times now to remember.

"Very satisfying Jean, yes very nice indeed." Replied Jayne stopping to talk as she let out a steady stream which flowed gently down her left leg and into her left shoe accompanied by a hissing sound.

Jean looked down to Jayne’s feet and saw the puddle appearing on the pavement but made no comment, this was not unusual but seeing Jayne perform such a brazen act of urination still made Jean’s juices flow even though her strict upbringing made her unwilling to act on it.

As Jean’s eyes again made contact with Jayne, Jayne winked and exclaimed. "Ahhh, that feels good, such relief." As she turned to go inside, knowing that it would play on Jean’s mind that she must be missing out on something.

Once inside Jayne went upstairs pondering how long it would be before Jean became a convert to feminine anarchy.

In her room Jayne checked the clock and confirmed that it was still too early to go to work. She filled four large glasses with water and took them over to the settee on a tray. Jayne sat down and turned on the television to watch the remainder of the 05:30 breakfast news and slowly drank down the water letting the occasional spurt out as she drunk, inspired by the sticky substances still oozing out of her fanny.

The news finished and Jayne took her empty tray of glasses over to the sink before sitting on the now dry bed to take off her shoes. Jayne stood up and removed her still damp dress and naked again she put her dress in the linen basket and went over to the wardrobe. Today was a nice warm day so Jayne chose a white flared mini skirt with large pleats, short white bra-top and a pair of white high heeled sandals. Jayne stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and fastened the zip, pulled on the bra top and again sat on the bottom of her bed as she put on her shoes pausing briefly between the left and right shoes to empty her bladder.

Back into her normal routine Jayne had her breakfast and made her way to the bus stop. Today she was first at the bus stop but did not pee straight away, instead waiting for Sharron to arrive and Savouring the still increasing sticky sensation that was tingling her inner thighs right down to her knees.

In due course Sharron arrived. Sharron was wearing a smart black suit with a knee length skirt and court shoes and was clearly much better prepared for a wetting than normal although the weather was not suited to wearing black.

Jayne stood facing Sharron, with her legs tight together and her left knee bent slightly forward she gently opened the valve. This was the first time that Sharron had actually seen Jayne pee at the bus stop and she was quite intrigued to see the pee cascading down Jayne’s legs and over her shoes. Sharron had only peed either sitting down or standing with her legs apart allowing a stream to fall unimpeded between her feet. Sharron had already pre-empted the inevitable wetting that she would do at the bus stop and had spurted three times into her knickers even before she left home. Sharron was definitely in the mood to thoroughly wet herself but how? Sharron had just expected to stand with her legs apart and pee on the ground but Jayne did it differently, why did she let the pee run down her legs like that, it wasn't necessary. Sharron’s only memory of pee running down her legs was wetting herself when she was younger, the dread as the pee ran down her legs as she held her legs tight together with her hand wedged firmly in her crotch trying to stem the flow. Jayne was smiling so she must be enjoying the sensation. It could do no harm to try so Sharron stood facing Jayne, Jayne’s flow still continuing and with her legs tight together Sharron began to pee, a single spurt at first just moistening her knickers again before the flow started properly, first down her left leg running behind her knee then down both legs quickly filling her shoes.

"Morning Sharron." Said Jayne, her gentle flow continuing to trickle down her legs.

"Good morning Jayne, It does feel good to just let the pee run down my legs, the way it caresses my thighs, ooooooh! It didn't feel like that before when I wet myself by accident." Said Sharron.

"It does feel good, that’s why more and more women are giving up using toilets for peeing, there's just no point in messing about going to the loo just to miss out on such wonderful sensations." Replied Jayne as her flow began to subside.

"however do you stop people seeing your wet knickers with a skirt that short?" Enquired Sharron.

Jayne reached down to the hem of her pleated mini skirt and lifted it up to show Sharron that she did not wear anything under her skirt to cover her abundant bush.

"It's easy." Said Jayne. "If you don't wear knickers no-one will see them wet, if someone gets a glimpse up my skirt they might think that I am wearing black knickers or a G-string unless I want them to see that I am bare."

Sharron was dumfounded, she always wore much longer skirts and was constantly aware that she was inadvertently flashing her invariably white knickers all the time. It was something else to try, but she would have to forego the constant stimulation that her damp gusset gave her, perhaps it would be compensated for by the increased number of opportunities that would be available to her if she did not have to worry about wet knickers. Sharron began to count the number of times that she had wanted to wet herself but had declined because wet knickers would have caused a problem. At least today she was wearing her black suit; in this heat she would be glad of the constant dampness in her skirt to keep her cool.

- o - o - o -

[CON2H4 650]

You know what. I have got to write a fictional story about the feminine anarchy movement. I feel inspired. 

[Kupar 13,341]

Great stuff @Paulypeeps! Thanks for signposting these stories earlier. I knew I'd enjoy them 🙂 Just out of interest, how tall are you? 😉 

[Paulypeeps 5,290]

1.96m

[Kupar 13,341]

7 hours ago, Paulypeeps said:

1.96m

Wow. That makes your public peeing all the more amazing. You must often find yourself the centre of attention.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Love this story @Paulypeeps. It's one I keep coming back to.

[thisguy20 937]

Fantastic story: thanks for sharing.  Not sure how I missed it when it was first posted...

[Paulypeeps 5,290]

3 minutes ago, thisguy20 said:

Fantastic story: thanks for sharing.  Not sure how I missed it when it was first posted...

The first story I ever wrote, so it has been around a quarter of a century now in various places on the internet. It has inspired me to try a few things myself over the years.

[thisguy20 937]

2 minutes ago, Paulypeeps said:

The first story I ever wrote, so it has been around a quarter of a century now in various places on the internet. It has inspired me to try a few things myself over the years.

Have you done all the things in the story?

[Paulypeeps 5,290]

Not yet...

[wetwulf 3,324]

2 hours ago, Paulypeeps said:

The first story I ever wrote, so it has been around a quarter of a century now in various places on the internet. It has inspired me to try a few things myself over the years.

I think the first place I read it was Shara and Ger's Female Desperation site (damn, I really miss that site).

1 hour ago, Paulypeeps said:

Not yet...

There's still time. 😜

[Paulypeeps 5,290]

3 hours ago, wetwulf said:

There's still time. 😜

Quite...

[A_AShes 540]

Thank you Paulypeeps! Strong and sentimental at the same time...  "Jayne and Phillips"...just a beautiful language in mood for a short 15-20 min  movie sketch...

[pee2poop 131]

Needs more kinky locations and others involvement. Have Jayne show Shannon how and what desperate means. Phillips and her story and adventures together. Peeing when needing to no mater location...

If you are going to use my name  which is  Jayne  have her  act very unladylike and inappropriate showing  what  life is like when you don't care..  thanks paulypeeps. Great story. Even if it is quarter century old!