Tanya

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Chapter 1 – New year’s day

 

January 1^st 2001 03:30 GMT and now there could be no doubt that this was the 3^rd millennium.

As Tanya stood on her doorstep in her long black skirt and white jumper locking the door she had to decide. Could she go through with her New Year resolution?

In some ways it seemed now a bit silly but no, it had been thought out thoroughly and as she looked back at the event that had started the process off she carefully prepared herself....

It was in August when she had emerged from the ladies loo on the other side of her building from her office to be accosted by two violent men who tried to snatch her handbag.

She had become a second dan karate black-belt during her time as a journalist in the Far East and was able to put her skills to work to fight them off. The two men were big and quite fit so she had been unable to arrest them but they had run off very quickly.

While she had been unhurt this had upset Tanya as there had been previous incidents when other high profile presenters had met with violent intruders inside the corporations west London buildings and there had been grand announcements that everything had been done to secure the site.

Tanya took this up with the Director General himself to get something done but the DG had said that everything that could be done was in hand and that this was an isolated incident and he was sure that nothing like this would happen again.

In the heat of the moment Tanya had told the DG that she would not be using the corporations toilet facilities until she could see that everything had been done and she suggested that moving the community programme unit to a Portakabin in the carpark would be a good start since most of their programmes involved interviewing criminals like those who attacked her.

From this point on Tanya had been good to her word not once entering any of the corporation’s toilets. She had a slight advantage over the other women in the news room being the key breakfast show presenter and therefore having her own dressing room where she could attend to touching up her makeup with her own dresser to hand, but still she had to hold it from half past two in the morning till about lunch time when she was returned home by limousine.

There had only been a few close calls during this time although she had often been very full. She had to sip her drink to keep her voice lubricated while on air and the first was after a particularly difficult show when the post mortem meeting had gone on a bit and she had felt her bladder about to burst.

Tanya had been quite active in the meeting and had found herself standing up and now leaning on the back of a chair trying to make the point that it was the directors responsibility to wind up an interview with a boring politician and that she wasn’t going to do it just so that the director didn’t look bad in front of his government chums.

At last the inevitable happened and Tanya had felt the moist sensation in her knickers and now she clenched her legs tightly together but still her crotch became increasingly moist and a slow trickle began to run down her left leg.

What could she do – The trickling down her leg was distracting her quite significantly, but in another way it felt nice and warm – there was nothing to do but to accept it and carry on. She could not leave the meeting because they would think that she was being a prima donna and using her position rather than logical argument to win her point, and even if she left the room where could she go, she could not break her promise.

At least she was wearing a skirt and when the trickling had stopped she deftly brushed her right ankle over her left leg to disperse the remaining drops and stood behind the next chair in order to disassociate herself from the barely noticeable damp patch on the carpet.

After the meeting she returned to her dressing room to remove her now very damp knickers but before removing them she allowed herself a last spurt as she stood in front of the mirror. Her knickers were not going to get any wetter and apart from the concentrated expression on her face nothing could be seen.

Tanya then put her wet knickers in to a plastic bag before going home knickerless.

This day had two new experiences for her as she had not wet herself before (at least as an adult) and had not gone outside in public without knickers on (although she never wore them in front of the camera to avoid VPL).

The second time was after a similar meeting but this time she was in the limousine on the way home when as before the wetness just sneaked up on her. The car was in slow moving traffic so nothing could be done to minimise the damage, she just had to sit there in the back and let it happen.

Tanya was not worried about discovery as her driver, Simmonds, who had been with the corporation for forty one years was very reliable and trustworthy having never divulged anything her friends had mentioned while being transported home with her after particularly boozy lunches.

After all it was her limousine and it had just been valeted so the seat would dry in the 20 hours before it had to be done again.

All she could do was carefully rearrange her skirt and now that this time it was not a shock that she had wet herself she began to enjoy the feeling of wetness as her pee started to force its way into her knickers before soaking into the seat beneath her as she sat back and looked out through the tinted windows at the occupants of the other cars.

Did they feel the relief that she was feeling as Tanya forced the last spurt from her bladder when the pressure had subsided?

When she got home Tanya released a final spurt into the limousine seat.

Tanya just let her skirt fall down to cover her wet knickers as she got out of the car and walked to her front door. This time she realised how lucky she had been again that she was wearing a skirt and went straight to her wardrobe to remove all of her trousers, she had been trying to work out what to get rid of to make way for her new outfits and now it was obvious that all of her trousers could go to the charity shop.

The third time had been a little bit different. It was an outside broadcast from Westminster green in late November after the prime minister had resigned when it had been revealed that he had taken a bung to bomb Yugoslavia.

Tanya had not been so full that she had started to leak out but she knew that before long the cold weather would cause the inevitable to happen and she did not want it to happen while she was on air.

As it was quite cold out she was wearing a long skirt and this would enable her to be discreet. As she finished her interview with the home secretary she had only a few minutes before the next link so she remained standing in front of the camera and just relaxed.

The wetness came straight away and with no knickers to obstruct the flow she felt it run down her thighs and soak into her stockings.

Tanya had become so engrossed in what she was doing that she did not notice the sound man pick up the gun microphone and was completely oblivious until she heard the director bark. “Get that microphone away from the waterfall.”

The sound engineer scratched his head and just put it down to a boat on the Thames having a large wake as Tanya’s flow subsided and she proceeded with the link to the weather with a smile on her face.

... Tanya continued her preparations now facing the front door at 45 degrees, legs slightly apart, turning the key back and forth.

Then it started.

Her first pee of the day came quickly.

Tanya had been out partying the night before and had an extra cup of tea this morning to make sure.

It was easy.

The stream falling neatly between her legs then being absorbed into the doormat before running out and over the edge of the two steps which led down from the front door.

It felt good – really good – too good to stop but Tanya froze her position and stopped moving the key. She now started looking around – who was watching – this was so public.

It was still dark and as the flow subsided Tanya removed the key and put it away as she hurried down the steps, feeling a last unexpected trickle run down her legs, soaking into the tops of her stockings.

As she rounded the corner to her waiting limousine Simmonds was standing ready to open the door for her.

“Morning ma’am.” Simmonds greeted her.

“Good morning Simmonds.” Tanya replied as she got in.

Now that she had started Tanya was on track for 100% peeing without a toilet.

Tanya thought that she had better brief Simmonds on the new situation because from now on she would be peeing in the limousine almost every day. There was no point in beating about the bush.

“Simmonds.” She said. “I don’t know if you are aware but I have had a small problem with incontinence ever since I was attacked. It appears to be getting worse especially when riding on bumpy roads; I thought it only fair to tell you.”

“I am sure that it won’t be a problem ma’am.” Replied Simmonds. “Mrs. Simmonds has suffered with it for years, she just makes sure that she drinks plenty – that way any mishaps are very dilute and once it dries there is nothing to notice. Perhaps you should have a little chat with Mrs. Simmonds – here I’ll jot our phone number down for you.”

Simmonds busily scribbled the phone number down an a small square of paper while he was still driving and handed it over his shoulder to Tanya, his lack of concentration causing several bumps in the road to be negotiated without Simmonds normal care.

These distractions could come in handy later Tanya thought as the journey continued in silence to the corporation.   

At the corporation Tanya went straight up to her dressing room where Natalie her dresser was already hard at work preparing the day’s outfit.

As Tanya walked in, Natalie was bent over the shoe rack, her miniskirt riding high up over her well rounded bottom displaying her naked fanny to anyone who should walk in. It had been Natalie who had shown Tanya the benefits of going knickerless to prevent VPL rather than wearing tights like some of the other presenters and now it was Tanya’s turn to show Natalie her new permanent knickerless status.

“Tra – ra!” exclaimed Tanya as she lifted the front of her skirt to show Natalie her bare fanny.

Natalie stood up and turned round. When she saw Tanya she clapped.

“I know what your New Year resolution was.” Said Natalie.

Tanya did not want to expand on the fact that her New Year resolution was more than just going knickerless.

“What was yours?” Asked Tanya.

“I am going to make a point of flashing someone in a public place every day.” Replied Natalie. “Whether it’s a girl that would look good without knickers or a guy just to give him a treat I don’t care, it’s free and it makes people smile – why don’t you join me.”

Tanya reflected on this. If she had been ten years younger or had a much lower profile she might have considered joining Natalie now that she was feeling so hot and in the mood for a bit of fun.

“I can’t Natalie.” Replied Tanya. “I’m too well known – everyone will recognise me straight away – I’m pretty unpopular with the DG as it is.”

“Don’t worry I can fix all that, I’ve got some really tarty stuff you can wear and I’ll fix your hair so not even your mum will recognise you. Let’s strike while the iron’s hot. We’ll take your limo straight after the show to my place and take it from there.”

The show went smoothly even though it was new year’s day and Natalie waited behind for Tanya to finish the after show meeting.

Tanya had taken on board Simmonds advice to drink plenty and was already busting when she met up with Natalie in reception.

The women got in the limousine, Natalie getting into the mood of her resolution curtseyed for Simmonds in such a way that he couldn’t fail to get an eyeful before sliding seductively into the back seat while Tanya swivelled in with the grace of royalty carefully scrunching her skirt up behind her so that her bare bottom was on the seat.

As soon as the limousine hit the first speed hump Tanya started to pee, two small silent spurts at first followed by an unintentional continuous 90 second hiss prompted by the second speed hump.

Tanya made no attempt to stem the flow knowing that there would be nowhere to pee once she had left the limousine. She had hoped that she could have been a bit quieter and more discrete because she knew that Natalie sensed something, the way that she looked at Tanya’s skirt scuffed up behind and looked for the source of the hissing noise.

The game was up when they got to Natalie’s and Simmonds opened the door for Tanya to get out. Natalie instead of waiting for her door to be opened slid across the seat to exit behind Tanya. The dampness of the seat on Natalie’s bottom immediately told her what had gone on beneath Tanya. Simmonds drove off home leaving the two women outside Natalie’s flat.

“You witch Tanya! You’re a bit of a dark horse, there’s me thinking that I am the wildest person around and you deliberately pee in the limo! Just like that, not an accident or you would have wet your skirt but deliberately! Let’s get inside we need to talk – wow! Now I know why your stockings were all wet this morning.”

Tanya silently followed Natalie up the stairs and into her flat not knowing whether to apologise or not for giving Natalie a wet bum.

“Wow I don’t believe you, do you always do that?” Asked Natalie.

“Starting today, yes.” Replied Tanya in an apologetic voice. “That was the rest of my resolution. You remember that argument I had with the DG after the incident with the muggers?”

“Yes.”

“Well I told the DG that I wouldn’t use the corporation’s toilets until he did something and I haven’t since. This has led to me wetting myself on several occasions because I couldn’t hold it and it felt so good that I decided on my New Year’s resolution to give up peeing in toilets altogether. I thought I could be discreet but I’ve been sussed already now that you’ve found out.”

“You know that you can rely on my discretion.” Said Natalie comfortingly. “But you’re going to have to be careful or you’ll find yourself in the tabloids if someone recognises you knickerless let alone wetting yourself, ‘though no publicity these days is bad publicity.”

“...If you want a career move.” Added Tanya, finishing Natalie’s sentence.

“Have a look at the stuff on the end of the rail there Tanya while I put the kettle on.” Said Natalie, pointing to a clothing rail as she went into the kitchen.

Natalie had picked up a lot of second hand stuff from the wardrobe department and had stored it on three long rails in her living room.

“It’s amazing how much demand there is for ‘as worn by so and so in...’ clothing nowadays, you’d be amazed at how much I get for your old stuff.” Natalie called from the kitchen.

Tanya, slightly shocked by this revelation worked her way along the rail examining the tight tops and micro-mini’s trying to work out who could have worn them on air. Tanya picked out a flared mini dress in snow camouflage as Natalie came in with the coffees, and enquired. “Who wore this then?”

“That was worn by one of the ‘Girly Show’ presenters, I can’t remember which one but probably Dani Behr. They all turned up for interview wearing jeans so I had to pop out and get them some stuff, quite a good selection, it will suit you nicely with a blond bob, black choker and black boots.

Let’s go.” Said Natalie decisively as she put down the coffees and started unzipping Tanya’s skirt.

In no time at all Tanya had been dressed in the mini dress and was sat in front of a large dressing mirror. Natalie was busy fiddling around with the blond bob wig on Tanya’s head.

“There, you wouldn’t even recognise yourself if you didn’t know.” Assured Natalie.

Natalie quizzed Tanya about her wetting experiences and continued with the ensemble, diamante black choker, black thigh-high boots, a trowel full of makeup and bright blue contact lenses to create a stunning effect as Tanya explained what she had been doing.

Two more cups of coffee later Natalie declared. “Let’s go.” As she put the comb down and grabbed Tanya’s hand before she had a chance to protest. “It’s time for lunch at the mall.”

Natalie led Tanya outside into the busy street.

“Right, Tanya, you’re a sex bomb now so it’s time to act like one.” Natalie instructed as she walked confidently ahead. “Keep up!” She called to Tanya who was fighting a losing battle to stay upright.

“I can barely walk in these boots let alone run.” A rather agitated Tanya called back as she crumpled into a heap on the footpath, her naked fanny clearly exposed for all the passers-by to see.

A young man who had been walking behind stopped to help her up. As he crouched down beside Tanya he was frozen to the spot and speechless. Not only was he with a stunningly gorgeous beautifully dressed woman but she had no underwear on and her bare fanny was exposed to the world.

Tanya was now fully aware that blondes really do have more fun because the stunned silence and blank look on this man’s face was not typical from her experience. Tanya was fully aware of where the young man’s gaze was directed.

“Are you just going to gawp at my cunt or help me up?” Tanya asked the young man using completely untypical language.

“Here take my arm.” He replied as he helped Tanya back to her feet. “Are you OK?” He enquired once Tanya’s abundant bush had been safely covered up by her skirt and his brain was functioning normally again.

“I’m fine I think, apart from a graze on my bottom.” Said Tanya as she twisted round and lifted the back of her skirt exposing her bottom again.

This was too much for the young man who came instantly in his pants. The throbbing bulge clearly visible to any onlookers as he half bent forwards and staggered back the way he had come from.

In the meantime Natalie could see a scene unfolding where she was going to be outclassed by Tanya. It was all well and good helping someone but not if they are going to spoil all your fun. Natalie moved quickly into action to reclaim something for herself out of the situation.

While all the attention was focused on Tanya she put her feet together and pushed letting a spurt of pee flow gently down her legs. Natalie savoured the sensation as the rivulets ran down her inner thighs, behind her knees and calves and soaked into her shoes.

The feeling was just as Tanya had described it, erotic, naughty, not like the accidental wettings of her childhood when the concentration was elsewhere but a full sensual experience.

Natalie followed this up by another and by the time she had set the third spurt on its way Tanya was upright again and hobbling towards her.

“I’ve grazed my bum now.” Whined Tanya lifting her skirt for a second time.

“Well at least your wig didn’t fall off.” Retorted Natalie ignoring Tanya’s bare bottom and trying to put some positive spin on the situation.

“Look I was so worried about you I wet myself.” Natalie informed Tanya as she looked down at the small but expanding puddle around her feet.

“Feels good when you do it on purpose, doesn’t it?” Said Tanya knowingly as she savoured the Westminster green incident, completely forgetting that she had just fallen over.

“Who was your friend who came in his pants then?” Asked Natalie walking slowly away from her puddle feeling the last few drops run down her legs as she walked.

“You noticed then, he seemed to go all funny. You don’t think he recognised me, do you?” Said Tanya in a worried voice.

“No way, not using that kind of language. You haven’t said that on air – have you?”

“Not yet, I reserve that language for the director in case he gets his cronies in again.”

The two women continued walking to the upmarket mall where in the food court they got a tray of Vietnamese and a large cola each. At the checkout Natalie ‘accidentally’ dropped her open purse and both women bent down to pick up the contents giving an excellent view of their bare bottoms to the queue behind.

They sat down and Tanya commented on the new sensation of having the soft gingham upholstery on her bare bottom in a public place. They ate their meal and soon Tanya felt the pressure of the three mugs of coffee and mentioned that she needed to pee.

“Best not wait till we’re in that shoe shop over there, that Scandinavian looking bloke is going to keep me in there for about an hour I’d say.” Said Natalie with her mind now on pulling.

Tanya took this as a cue and relaxed her bladder. At first nothing came then she felt the gentle warmth building up as the pee pooled between her legs and she smiled at Natalie in a trance like state.

Natalie now was experiencing much the same as her own pee soaked directly into the cushion. She contrasted this sensation with her experience earlier out on the street and pushed her feet forward so that she could again feel the pee run down the backs of her legs.

Tanya’s trance was broken abruptly as she heard the sound of her pee running off of the back of her seat onto the wooden floor beneath. Tanya was now unable to stop peeing and could do nothing to stop the saturated cushion from overflowing as she shifted her weight about on the seat.

Natalie reacted differently to the noise. She did not have the same problem as all of her pee was now travelling down her legs to the floor. By forcing out all of her pee as fast as possible Natalie helped to speed their exit paying no attention to the hissing noise that she was now making.

As Natalie finished she grabbed Tanya’s hand and dragged her up off the seat still peeing uncontrollably.

Once upright with her legs together Tanya’s pee was again controlled with the last few drops running down into her boots before the two women walked over to the shoe shop.

Once clear of the food court Natalie burst into a fit of giggles. As Natalie examined the shoe counter with the highest heels she thought how hilarious it was that Tanya had introduced her to deliberate wetting but still could not control herself.

Tanya now saw it as funny too getting into her new ‘bombshell’ persona where she was no longer herself but someone else with no image to look after.

“Could I try these in a five?” Asked Natalie of the blonde assistant with ‘Leif’ inscribed on his name badge hovering behind her.

“Can I see the number on the bottom, OK I’ll get them for you.” Said Leif scurrying off to the back of the shop.

The two women sat down on the low stools in the centre of the shop facing the window.

“You’re not a five, are you?” Tanya enquired of Natalie as she looked down at her feet.

“No” Replied Natalie with a grin. “I’m a four so he will have to go back and change them.”

While they waited the two women sat with their legs comfortably apart looking through the window.

“It’s amazing.” Said Natalie. “That we can sit here like this with what’s under our skirts in full public view and nobody notices.”

“I’m sure that Leif will.” Said Tanya.

Leif returned with the shoes and knelt in front of Natalie as he unboxed them. Natalie had made no attempt to either remove her own shoes or move her knees together and now Leif asked. “Which would you like to try, left or right miss.”

As he looked up his gaze became fixed between Natalie’s legs.

“I’ll try the left please.” Said Natalie as she closed her knees together in order to regain Leif’s attention.

Leif proceeded to remove Natalie’s Left shoe, holding it at the heel as he undid the buckle.

Tanya noticed as Leif first wiped his hand on the carpet and then put it in front of his face as the bulge in his trousers began to grow. Tanya knew that Natalie had pulled and now she could use the opportunity to empty the rest of her bladder finishing off what Natalie had interrupted earlier. Leif now knew that Natalie had wet herself and was clearly turned on by it so he would not object if she were to leave a damp patch on her stool.

While Leif tried the shoe on Natalie’s left foot Tanya turned to face Leif. Moving her legs as far apart as possible and sitting right back on the stool she let rip making an unexpectedly loud hissing sound for ten seconds. ‘Wow, how blatant can I be’ thought Tanya to herself as she felt the puddle of pee soak into the stool beneath her.

“I think they’re a bit big.” Natalie announced to Leif, fully aware of what Tanya had just done and pretty sure that Leif was as well.

“Here, have this for your trouble. I’m free tonight, ring me at six.” Natalie hurriedly gave Leif one of her business cards, quickly refitted her left shoe and dragged Tanya out of the shop.

“That was a bit uncool Natalie.” Tanya said referring to the haste with which they left.

“I was pulling, you can’t interrupt or I forget my script, seduction has to be done right, anyway I’m not used to competition.” Explained Natalie in a rather agitated voice. “I bet he doesn’t call me now that he’s got to clear up all that pee.”

“He likes pee.” Tanya reminded Natalie. “Did you not see the way he reacted to the pee on you shoe, he went really hard.”

“We’ll see.” Said Natalie doubtingly.

The two women continued their tour of the mall, buying a can of drink each whenever they got to a newsagent which they drunk straight down and stopping to discretely empty their bladders whenever they appeared to be unobserved in a secluded corner of a shop. Now both Tanya and Natalie kept their legs together every time they peed, Tanya trying hard to minimise the amount going into her boots and Natalie savouring every drop as it ran down her legs.

Now that Tanya was peeing more frequently there was less pressure in her bladder and she became much more able to control the noise as she peed, in one case even being able to pee while another customer unexpectedly walked right past her without arousing any suspicion of what she was doing.

Before they left the mall Natalie insisted that they go past Leif’s shoe shop. As they stood outside looking through the window Tanya discretely peed down her legs leaving a small puddle on the ground while Natalie casually lifted the front of her skirt with one hand and blew a kiss with the other as soon as Leif was looking to ensure that he did not forget her.

At the mall exit Natalie bought two more cans of drink, passing one to Tanya to drink as they walked back to Natalie’s.

When they arrived at Natalie’s Natalie went to the kitchen while Tanya sat straight down on one end of the settee and automatically began to pee. Throughout the afternoon Tanya had just peed pretty much whenever she had felt like it, especially towards the end. Now she was in Natalie’s and without thinking she had just peed on Natalie’s settee.

Tanya looked down and saw that as well as the beige cushion that she was sitting on being clearly very wet, the centre cushion of the settee was also quite stained but with cummy white marks which must have been made by Natalie. Perhaps she thought if she pointed these out Natalie wouldn’t mind.

“Natalie!” Tanya called.

Natalie came back from the Kitchen. “Kettle’s on.” She said. “What is it?”

“I hope you don’t mind, but as well as these cummy stains.” Tanya pointed to the cummy stains on the centre cushion. “I have inadvertently peed on this one.”

“Do you have no control at all Tanya!” Natalie exclaimed rather feeling that Tanya was overstepping the mark.

Natalie reflected and turned over the cushion at the other end of the settee. “It’s a good job you’re not the first.” She said showing clear evidence of a previous peeing incident. “It’s what happens when you have parties and people get pissed normally.” Said Natalie as she replaced the cushion.

Natalie returned to the kitchen, made the coffees and returned to the settee sitting next to Tanya. As she drank her coffee Natalie was reminded of the lunchtime quickie that had resulted in the cum stains not only on the settee but probably everywhere else she sat that afternoon.

Natalie thought, the cushions were already stained, a little bit of dilute pee was not going to make any difference now, and the cushions could take it.

“Ahhhhh.” Said Natalie as she started to wet herself slowly. “It’s nice to wet yourself while you’re out and about but so much more relaxing at home.”

Tanya now felt relieved that she had not upset Natalie, instead pleased with herself for introducing her to a new way of life as she drunk her coffee and squeezed every last drop of pee into the settee.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 2 – The club

 

At six on the dot Natalie’s phone rang. The caller id showed the caller as unidentified but Natalie recognised the number as a local one.

She answered the phone. “Sluts unlimited, Natalie speaking, whoops wrong phone ... hello Leif...”

Tanya now began to carefully take in Natalie’s pulling technique. No longer would she wait for someone to ask her out, she hadn’t had a serious date in over a year and she had to admit that being a television celebrity carried a lot of baggage.

“...The rock house ... sounds great ... pick me up at eight, and a friend ... fine see you at eight. You know the address? Bye.”

Natalie put the phone down. “He’s bringing a friend Tanya. Time to get ready, it’s a rock club so time for the rock chic gear.”

Natalie went to one of the rails and immediately picked out a lace trimmed black leather mini skirt and matching bra top for Tanya.

“Put these on, you’ll look the business.” Said Natalie as she handed Tanya the garments.

Natalie went to her own wardrobe and pulled out a black lace completely see through dress trimmed with leather and a heavy studded belt, pausing before getting her mega eight inch platform boots out to consider whether they would stand being peed in. After some consideration she realised that from now on she would probably wet herself whenever she wore them anyway so it would have to be alright.

The two women changed in no time and Natalie got Tanya in front of the mirror to enhance her makeup for the evening before sitting down in front of the mirror to tackle her own.

Tanya became aware of how thorough Natalie was when to finish Natalie applied mascara between her legs to her dark brown bush to make it darker and contrast better against her white thighs.

“You learn a lot being a professional makeup artist.” Said Natalie justifying what she knew Tanya would think an extreme measure.

Tanya and Natalie had managed two coffees each by the time Leif and Mike had arrived and they were beginning to fill up again.

With the brief introductions over they all left for the Rock House in the taxi that Leif had hired.

Natalie was completely forthcoming about her work at the corporation but Tanya just said that she did ‘modelling’. This wasn’t a complete lie because she had recently appeared in a mail order catalogue. Tanya soon found out that Mike worked in a bank, and they all knew what Leif did.

By the time they had got to the rock club both women were beginning to feel the strain in their bladders. Tanya was walking very gingerly still having not mastered the high boots, trying not to pee accidentally while Mike gallantly held her arm. Leif speeded the party straight to the front of the queue with the VIP tickets that he had bought in advance and once inside Tanya and Natalie felt able to relax.

Just before the entrance to the ladies loo Natalie said. “Just a minute, I want to take in the atmosphere.”

Natalie stood with her back to the wall. With her feet tight together and her thigh muscles tightened she let a gentle trickle of pee run down the tops of her thighs, keeping it all out of her boots.

For Natalie this was a little disappointing because she could not feel the pee running all the way down her legs. Natalie relaxed her thigh muscles a little and immediately she had the sensation she had missed as the pee started to trickle down her legs inside her boots.

Natalie now felt quite turned on and held out her hand towards Leif who took it gently in his hand as she drew him towards her. Natalie closed her eyes and puckered her lips and they kissed as Natalie continued to let a very gentle stream of pee flow down her legs.

When the long kiss was over Natalie shut off the flow from her bladder and tried to move on, this was a little uncomfortable as Natalie had got an awful lot of pee in her boots.

“I think I will have to pop in here a minute.” Natalie said as she dived into the ladies.

Tanya knew what Natalie was doing but the guys were not aware at all. Tanya let go of Mike and followed Natalie into the ladies.

“I didn’t think you would be coming in here.” Said Tanya, her bladder now straining even more now that she was close to a toilet.

“I’ve filled my boots, I think I’d better empty them out.” Said Natalie as she sat down in a cubicle leaving the door open so that she could straighten her legs and remove her boots.

As Natalie removed each boot a large amount of pee ran out onto the floor and Tanya shook each one to dry it off a bit before Natalie put it back on.

“That’s better.” Said Natalie as she stood up.

“Hurry up, I’m dying for a pee.” Said Tanya not wanting to break her resolution by peeing in the ladies on the first day, even if it was only on the floor.

Outside the ladies Leif and Mike were still waiting opposite the door. As Tanya took Mike’s arm again and they began to walk on she could hold her pee no longer and she felt it start to trickle out. Within seconds it turned into a flood.

As Tanya tried to control it she again fell into a heap on the floor as she peed uncontrollably lying on her back with her knees apart shooting a jet of pee up into the air which landed on Leif’s feet. After a few more seconds Tanya moved her knees together and sat up still peeing hard into the back of her leather skirt soaking the lace trim.

Mike while still holding Tanya’s hand reached down to pull the front of Tanya’s skirt down to recover her modesty. Natalie quickly checked the two guys’ crotches and noticed the stirrings within. In order to keep Leif’s attention in her direction Natalie put one hand on Leif’s bulge and with the other pulled Leif’s hand up her thigh resting it on her abundant bush.

“Does it turn you on that she pees?” Natalie asked Leif.

“I suppose it does.” Replied Leif. “Does she always make a point of peeing on someone’s feet? I noticed that your shoes were wet in the shop today.”

“That wasn’t Tanya’s pee on my shoes.” Said Natalie squeezing Leif’s hand and pushing it further down between her legs as she released a spurt of pee.

Natalie took Leif’s hand away from her crotch and placed it on her bottom. Natalie leant forward towards Tanya letting her dress ride up at the back allowing Leif’s wet hand to rest on her bare behind.

“Are you done now Tanya?” Natalie asked as Tanya remained sitting on the floor.

Mike could not work out how Tanya could have wet herself to such a great extent immediately after leaving the ladies but he felt only concern for Tanya’s predicament.

“Could you help me up please Mike?” Tanya asked now that she had regained control.

Mike helped Tanya to her feet.

“Do you want to go somewhere to clean up?” Mike asked.

“I’ll be alright, it’s only pee, it will soon dry.” Came Tanya’s unexpected response, completely surprising Mike.

The party moved on into the main room and they sat round a table as the band began to warm up.

“I’ll get some drinks.” Said Mike. “What do you want?”

“A large orange juice please.” Said Tanya.

“Same as Tanya with vodka in it please.” Said Natalie.

Leif did not bother answering as Mike knew that he would have a lager.

Mike went to the bar to get the drinks.

With Mike gone Tanya felt able to be a little more open with the others and announced. “I had better make some room for the orange.”

Tanya sat back and released her bladder, smiling at Natalie letting what remained after her earlier accident cascade over her vinyl clad chair onto the floor.

“She’s wetting again.” Natalie said to Leif who could now hear the pee running onto the floor.

“Don’t you want to go too?” Leif asked Natalie.

“I suppose I do really.” Said Natalie as she took Leif’s hand and sat on it as she gently peed, emptying her bladder completely.

When Mike returned with the drinks he was alerted by the trickle running off the back of Natalie’s chair but said nothing as he put the drinks on the table.

Tanya saw Mike looking at Natalie’s chair and as he sat down she put her hand in his lap.

“Thanks Mike.” Said Tanya, picking up her drink.

“Cheers.” Chorused Natalie and Leif not bothering to pick up their drinks as they now caressed one another.

“What came over them?” Mike asked Tanya.

“Natalie wet herself and I think Leif found it quite a turn on.” Replied Tanya “Natalie certainly did, I think I’d better drink up.” Said Tanya as she gulped down the orange.

Throughout the evening Leif and Mike keep the drinks flowing, bringing back six drinks, two each for Tanya and Natalie, every time. Whether she is sitting at the table or dancing Natalie releases a spurt whenever Leif kisses her for the duration of the kiss while Tanya just wets herself each time Mike asks her “Do you need to go yet?” making sure that Mike can see what she is doing.

Tanya watches as Natalie drags Leif into a dark corner and sits on the edge of a table spreading her legs wide and resting her feet on the backs of two chairs. Tanya knows what Natalie has in mind and turns her chair to face Mike. Tanya perches on the edge of the chair, reclines and brings her knees up exposing her most intimate area to Mike.

“Fuck me Mike, Fuck me hard, NOW!” She demands as Mike turns to face her.

Mike fumbles with his fly releasing his engorged penis and kneels in the wet puddle before Tanya.

“Do you need to go yet?” Mike asks with a wide smile before entering Tanya as her flow begins soaking the front of Mikes trousers.

Mike reaches orgasm almost straight away but continues to thrust his still rock hard penis into Tanya.

Leif has now finished with Natalie and he sits with Natalie lying in his lap. Natalie kisses Leif and enjoys the feeling of relaxation as she wets herself soaking Leif who is almost asleep.

Mike continues inside Tanya until she also reaches orgasm, her cries being heard by Natalie across the room.

“I think they’ve finished.” Natalie informs Leif.

Leif picks up Natalie and carries her over to their table.

“I think it’s time to go.” Says Leif, aware of the tired state of all of them.

Leif goes to call a taxi and mike gets the girls another round of drinks after they demand ‘one for the road’.

Leif returns “Taxi will be ten minutes” he says.

As they wait for the taxi Tanya and Natalie finish their drinks as they all listen in silence to the music.

After a few minutes they leave the club and wait outside on the pavement.

“This cold weather makes me want to pee.” Announces Natalie as she lets a spurt of pee run down her legs inside her boots. “Ahh, that feels a bit warmer.” She says.

Tanya tries to release a small spurt but as usual lets out a flood that splatters loudly on the pavement before regaining control, drawing the attention of others waiting nearby.

The taxi arrives and they get in. Awakened by the cold weather Leif begins kissing Natalie. Natalie automatically releases her bladder forgetting that she is in the taxi.

Hearing Natalie pee Mike cheekily asks Tanya. “Do you need to go yet?”

Tanya replies. “We’re in the Taxi silly, I can’t go here.”

Natalie breaks of from Kissing Leif and whispers to Tanya. “Don’t worry, I forgot, I just peed, you might as well go ahead, a little bit more won’t hurt.”

Tanya cuddles up to Mike, releasing a spurt onto the seat as they kiss.

When they reach Natalie’s Natalie invites them all up for a coffee. Leif pays the Taxi and they all wait outside until the Taxi is out of sight before going in.

Natalie puts the kettle on while the others sit down and chat. Tanya sits on the end of the settee while Mike sits on the floor leaning against the arm of the settee and Leif sits on the floor opposite Tanya, getting a nice view up her skirt. Natalie comes in with the coffees and in the bright light Tanya notices that Natalie’s mascara has run and points it out.

Natalie puts down the coffees and looks at her face in the mirror. “Where?” She asks.

“Not on your face silly.” Replies Tanya.

Natalie turns round and lifts her skirt to see the dark streaks running down her inner thighs. Natalie and Tanya start to laugh.

“I’d better wash it off then!” Natalie exclaims as she forces out a spurt and looks to see if the pee is having the desired result of washing off the mascara.

Tanya released a noisy spurt of pee into the settee. “No, that didn’t work either, come and sit down.” Said Tanya.

Natalie sits down on the centre of the settee and finishes off emptying her bladder as Tanya does the same.

Leif watches now having a good view up both the women’s skirts.

With the coffee over Natalie and Leif get into Natalie’s bed while Tanya and Mike make do with the now rather soggy settee.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 3 – Back to work

 

In the morning Tanya is awoken by the sound of Natalie flushing the toilet.

Tanya is unable to move with Mike still laying on top of her ‘What the hell’ Tanya thinks to herself as she releases her first pee of the day into Natalie’s still soggy settee.

Natalie comes out of the bathroom still wearing her dress from the night before.

“I think it’s time we got going.” She tells Tanya.

“What time is it?” Asks Tanya. “I should have let Simmonds know I wasn’t going to be at home.”

“It’s about quarter to three, he probably hasn’t left home yet. Are you going to get up or do you want me to get the phone?” Said Natalie.

“I think Mikes dead, can you help me up I can’t move.” Said Tanya.

With Natalie’s help Tanya wriggled out from under Mike leaving him lying face down on the settee. As she stood up the pee that had collected in her leather skirt dribbled onto the carpet. Tanya now felt a little embarrassed standing with pee dribbling onto the floor but sensing this Natalie let out a spurt of pee into the front of her dress and smiled. Tanya was now beginning to feel a bit more comfortable.

“I stink of piss and so does your settee.” Said Tanya.

“I do as well, I just did a big wee in my bed, I don’t know where it all came from. I was enjoying it, it’s a shame I had to get up to poo. We can shower at the corporation, it will take me a few minutes to get your stuff ready anyway.”

Tanya went to the phone and called Simmonds to let him know to pick them up from Natalie’s.

Natalie took off her dress and sat naked in front of the mirror to remove her face makeup and apply some more.

Tanya finished on the telephone, found her clothes and changed into her long black skirt, white jumper, stockings and shoes. When Natalie had finished she stood up and removed the dark mascara streaks from her inner thighs and called Tanya over. Natalie carefully removed Tanya’s blonde wig and adjusted her hair and makeup.

“That’ll do for Simmonds, I’ll finish you off when we get to the corporation. I need to get dressed now. Put the kettle on Tanya and we can have a cup of tea.”

Natalie went to her wardrobe and put on a tiny white miniskirt that was pleated half way up and a tiny bra top with a pair of white high heeled sandals. Natalie went over to the bed and took Leif’s hand. Leif was as dead to the world as Mike so Natalie took his hand, pushed it into her crotch and gently peed before placing his arm gently back on the bed and resetting the alarm clock.

“I’ve set the alarm for half past seven, that should leave them enough time to get up. They’ll sleep till lunchtime otherwise, I think we’ve sapped both of them big-time.” Said Natalie as she came out of the bedroom.

Tanya had made two cups of tea and now brought them out of the kitchen. Natalie sat back in an armchair to drink hers while Tanya perched on a dining chair.

Their tea drunk, Tanya and Natalie left Leif and Mike asleep and made their way downstairs to where Simmonds was waiting with the limousine.

“Morning ladies.” Said Simmonds as Natalie got in first and slid across, spreading a trail of cum as she went before Tanya got in.

Natalie had felt a sticky sensation between her legs but had not realised quite how much cum was oozing out as she walked down the stairs. Now she had got one back on Tanya for peeing on her settee.

When they arrived at the corporation Simmonds opened the door for Tanya. Tanya got out carefully, but as usual Natalie made a bit of a show for Simmonds, sliding along the seat with her knees wide apart and up in the air letting Simmonds not only see her bush but every part of her cummy fanny.

Tanya thanked Simmonds and they went in.

Natalie opened the dressing room, switched on the light and closed the door behind Tanya. Standing just inside the door with her legs tight together Natalie began to pee, letting her pee trickle gently down her legs and over her shoes before it soaked into the carpet.

“I can see work is going to be much more fun from now on.” Natalie sighed revelling in the warm, wet sensation between her legs. “Are you going to go before or after your shower, you know that during would be cheating, don’t you?” Natalie said to Tanya, not wanting to miss seeing Tanya wet herself.

Tanya just accepted what she needed to do and stood just like Natalie, letting the pee flow as gently as she could manage down her legs, soaking into her stockings, running over her shoes and soaking into the carpet.

Tanya undressed, hanging up her skirt and jumper but leaving her soggy shoes and stockings on the floor and showered while Natalie sorted out Tanya’s outfit and made some tea.

When Tanya finished showering she put on the new outfit, a white jumper under a red suit consisting of a short skirt and tailored jacket, natural stockings and red shoes.

Tanya sat down at the dressing table and drunk her tea while Natalie went to work on her hair and makeup. Natalie now took full advantage of the new freedom that she had discovered, releasing a spurt of pee every few minutes as she worked on Tanya, letting it run down her legs, savouring every drop, feeling her legs sticking together as the cum continued to ooze out.

“Right, I think that’s about it for now, time for you to have some brekkie while I see who’s next door.” Said Natalie as she finished and gathered up her trolley.

Natalie wheeled her trolley to the next dressing room while Tanya joined the news team for breakfast in the newsroom. Natalie did not normally check the duty roster so she was in for a bit of a shock when she tried to go into the next dressing room that had William chalked on the door. As she tried to open the door it opened only a few inches before a face appeared.

“Who are you?” Bluntly asked the man behind the door.

“Natalie.” Natalie replied. “From makeup.”

The man behind the door scrutinised Natalie and her trolley through the gap before opening the door fully to let her in.

Once inside Natalie began to understand the situation. Sitting at the dressing table was the Prime Minister. As well as the man behind the door there were two others, another man and a woman.

“I think we ought to frisk her.” Said the second man as he looked up and down Natalie.

With this the Prime Minister’s eyes lit up and Natalie raised her arms ready to be frisked, looking forward to having hands run all over her body.

“That won’t be necessary. You two wait outside.” Said the woman, aware that the dressing room was a little small and that they had not offered to frisk any of the less attractive dressers on previous occasions.

“Yes Sarge.” Said the two men in unison as they left the room.

“Any requests sir?” Asked Natalie of the Prime Minister as she looked at him in the mirror.

“Just polish m’ bonce.” The Prime Minister replied, self mockingly in his Yorkshire accent.

Natalie could now see that she needed the high capacity brush that was not on her trolley. This gave her an excellent flashing opportunity she thought as she dragged over the step stool, and without using the steps put her foot on the platform, exposing her bare fanny to the mirror as she stepped up to look in the top cupboard.

“There’s only paper towels in there love.” The Sargent said as she saw Natalie climb up onto the stool.

“Wages so bad that you can’t afford underwear?” The woman asked noticing that Natalie was naked under her skirt.

“I just don’t see the point in it, I suppose you wear underwear?” Natalie retorted to the Sargent while looking at the expanding bulge in the Prime Minister’s trousers.

“I don’t, as a matter of fact, it’s no secret, just that no one’s seen my fanny because I keep it covered.” The Sargent replied with an unexpected answer.

“Wait till I tell the wife my detective doesn’t wear knickers, she’s only just got over Helen ‘Hedgehog’ Brinton.”

The Prime Minister was now getting increasingly uncomfortable in the trouser area.

“I’m just going to get a brush.” Said Natalie as she left the room.

Outside Natalie asked the two detectives. “Are you sure that you don’t want to frisk me? It’s OK, I don’t mind.”

“I suppose we’d better do it to be on the safe side.” Said the first detective as he got down to work, running his hands past Natalie’s breasts, brushing them with the palms of his hands, down past her skirt then running his hands up her left leg under her skirt, touching her fanny with his left thumb.

“That tickles.” Said Natalie, feeling the thumb on her fanny.

Natalie released her bladder, letting it empty freely on the detective’s hand.

“Don’t make me laugh or I will wet myself.” Said Natalie as an afterthought as her pee poured as if uncontrolled between her legs.

The detective took his hand away and the two detectives watched as Natalie peed.

“That will do miss, Thank you.” Said the second detective, both men now sporting an erection.

Natalie moved her legs together and turned off the flow, enjoying the rejuvenated dampness between her legs as she went next door to get the brush. When she returned she set to work on the Prime Minister, unhampered but closely observed by the sergeant.

The female sergeant, ever vigilant now noticed the glistening streaks on the insides of Natalie’s legs.

“Natalie, are you alright, your legs look a bit wet?” The sergeant asked as Natalie went to work on the Prime minister.

“I’m dreadfully sorry, this is so embarrassing, but I wet myself a bit when your boys tickled me while they were frisking me outside. It was only a little bit, I didn’t think it showed. I’m sorry, I hope it hasn’t caused offence.” Natalie answered, pausing from working on the Prime Minister and looking down at her legs.

“Wait till I get hold of them!” Said the sergeant disgustedly, feeling that her officers had let both her and the force down, disobeying her orders and needlessly harassing Natalie.

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended.” Said the Prime Minister. “It reminds me of last year’s conference when the wife did a widdle in her pants. It started off as a really long photo shoot outside the hotel. We then had to walk along the front in an icy wind to the conference hall. She kept trying to whisper something in my ear but I never got what it was until she told me again later. By the time we got there she was completely desperate and piddled in her pants in the lobby while the photographers took a few more pictures. Fortunately she had a long ball gown on and the puddle had soaked into the carpet before we had to move on but she had to stay standing until she could slip away and get her knickers off. She was so embarrassed about not having any pants on, as if anyone could see. I found it quite a turn on, especially when I made her show me the wet patch on the carpet later on! Like you two, she’s quite happy without underwear now. If she can be without in front of a whole conference she can do it anywhere.”

Natalie glanced at the Prime Ministers lap, noticing that he was indeed aroused. Since she was already noticeably wet a little bit more wouldn’t hurt she thought as she stood with her legs together and began to let a few drops of pee out, feeling the warmth as they wicked down between her legs.

“Have you ever wet yourself Sergeant?” Natalie asked the sergeant, now expecting a forthright answer as before from the woman detective.

“As a matter of fact I have. It’s the main reason I stopped wearing underwear in the first place.” Said the sergeant. “I used to end up on interminable stakeouts. You have to stand still for hours on end and you never know how long it’s going to take.

On one occasion I was doing some surveillance in an alleyway. There was no way I could move or make a noise without giving my position away and these drug dealers were just sitting down chatting waiting for an accomplice to arrive. It was the accomplice that we were after so I just had to wait. After a few hours I started to get a bit desperate and in all I was waiting for fourteen hours for this chap to turn up. When he arrived he got an ear bashing about why he had been so long from the other chaps, you can’t trust crooks to understand the 24-hour clock and we nabbed him, but you can imagine, fourteen hours without a pee, not possible. I think I lasted out about nine but then I started to feel my crotch get a bit damp and I got a bit of cramp and as I moved to relieve the pain it just started to come out, a stream of pee running through my knickers and down each leg, thoroughly soaking my stockings and shoes as well. I managed to keep it to myself but I vowed to try to do something to prevent it happening again so I tried a few things at home and found that if I left my knickers off I could pee standing up in my full uniform and not get any of my clothing wet. I haven’t worn knickers on duty since and I have found this an invaluable aid to my police work. I think I must have peed on the job in virtually every stakeout I did after that, I’ve certainly never wet my knickers again although several times I had to let it quietly trickle down my legs. Strangely enough it felt quite nice, I don’t know why, all warm and wet.”

The sergeant continued to watch Natalie as she worked on the Prime Minister.

Meanwhile Tanya was now sitting round the breakfast table in the newsroom going through the running order with the news team while munching on croissants and drinking tea. Tanya normally only had a cup of coffee but now she felt liberated and gulped down as much tea as she could, completely ignoring the inevitable consequence of such a large liquid intake while scribbling down her notes.

The meeting was quite hectic because it was not every day that the Prime Minister came in to the studio, no one wanted the government to use the corporation as a mouthpiece and Tanya least of all after her previous run ins with the director so all questions had to be thoroughly checked so that the Prime Minister couldn’t be seen to be pulling a fast one.

After half an hour Tanya was already beginning to feel a little bit uncomfortable and was fidgeting about on her chair, perched on the edge leaning forwards across the table. Could this be an opportunity Tanya thought to herself? She could already feel the seat’s upholstery on her bottom where her skirt had ridden up while she was fidgeting. She would have to be careful, there were several people round the table and it was imperative that her stockings stayed dry.

Tanya went for it, discretely fidgeting to make her skirt ride up a bit more and moving her feet as wide apart as possible before silently letting out a gentle trickle of pee onto the edge of the chair. Tanya was in a daze for about thirty seconds until she heard her name.

“…. Tanya, are you with us?” Said the director as Tanya snapped out of her daze and cut off the still silent flow. “I was saying ….” The director continued.

Natalie continued to work on the Prime Minister. Letting small spurts of pee run down her legs as she worked she didn’t care now who saw her wetting herself.

The sergeant also now made a mental note that she would not have a problem if she needed to wet herself in front of the Prime Minister.

By the time Natalie had finished on the Prime Minister she was completely empty, disappointed that she was unable to squeeze out any more pee to warm up her crotch and thighs.

Natalie addressed the Prime Minister in the mirror. “I’ve done now. Don’t worry too much about the orange, I haven’t got a correction light in here. We have to do the extra tangerine for the new HD cameras; you’ll look alright on the monitors if you want to check. You can go to the green room now. I’ll be next door if you need me.”

Natalie left the Prime Minister and took her trolley back to Tanya’s dressing room.

Outside she spoke to the second detective as she let go of her trolley and lifted her arms up. “I suppose it’s your turn this time?”

The second detective got down to work frisking Natalie but was rudely interrupted by the sergeant who put her head round the door.

“You two, inside, now!” She barked as the two detectives scurried inside and closed the door.

Natalie managed to squeeze another spurt of pee out and pushed her trolley back to Tanya’s dressing room.

The sergeant sent the two detectives to check out the green room then a few minutes later she emerged with the Prime Minister. Noticing the wet patch on the carpet outside the door the sergeant told the Prime Minister to wait for the all clear from the detectives.

While she stood behind the Prime Minister in Natalie’s wet patch with her legs together the sergeant began to empty her bladder, allowing her pee to flow freely down her legs, silently soaking in to her stockings and shoes and merging with Natalie’s pee in the Carpet. ‘Wow that feels good’ she thought to herself as the warmth began to penetrate deep inside her giving her a feeling of relaxation when she was in no position to relax her attention on the Prime Minister’s security.

As her bladder emptied she said. “All clear Prime Minister.” And they set off down the corridor to the green room.

Her meeting over, Tanya drained her fourth cup of tea and carefully stood up, making sure that her skirt and stockings didn’t touch the wet parts of her chair. Tanya pulled her skirt back down again and set off back to her dressing room, hoping that there would be no extra surprise drops to streak her stockings.

Natalie had taken a shower while she waited for Tanya to return from her meeting and was now fully dressed again in her white miniskirt, top and shoes and drinking a cup of tea while waiting for Tanya to return.

“Where have you been, how can you get your outfit that dishevelled in no time?” Said Natalie.

 Tanya came back to her dressing room, her skirt now quite creased where it had ridden up while Tanya was fidgeting.

“I wet myself.” Tanya replied. “I drank quite a lot of tea and became quite fidgety so I let my skirt ride up a bit and peed on the chair. Is that all right with you?” Said Tanya now playing the celebrity, thinking Natalie impudent for questioning what she had done.

“It does matter when I have to iron your skirt again, take it off and give it here.” Said Natalie.

Tanya unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it and passed it to Natalie, now standing with only her stockings and shoes on below her waist, her jacket not quite long enough to be a dress and her bottom and fanny on show to anyone who should walk through the door.

“You’ll have to get me some more pee-friendly outfits, I can’t pee through that skirt because the wet patch on the back will show.”

“Not to the camera it won’t, when does the camera ever see the back of your skirt.” Said Natalie in a cloud of steam as she finished ironing Tanya’s skirt and handed it back to her. “You could still let the pee run down your legs though, that would keep it off your skirt.” Said Natalie, forgetting that Tanya was wearing natural coloured stockings.

“What, with these stockings?” Said Tanya zipping her skirt back into position.

Tanya put her hands on her hips, moved her legs together and peed, making a considerable hissing noise as a large amount of pee ran down her legs leaving dark streaks on her stockings. Tanya stopped peeing and moved her legs apart with her feet turned outwards.

“What do you reckon then, invisible?” Said Tanya.

“I think they look quite nice, the PM will like it, he thinks wetting is a big turn on, I think you’d better change them though, here’s another pair.

“What do you mean ‘the PM likes wetting’?” Said Tanya as she removed her shoes and changed her stockings.

“I put on a little show for the PM’s detectives earlier and I was still a bit wet when I was polishing the PM’s head so the conversation got round to wetting, you know the way it does, and I ended up peeing in front of the Prime Minister while I did his makeup. He got a really big stiffy, he likes it a lot, so do his detectives. I can’t think of a better way to get him on side. Right, sit down and I’ll finish you off.”

Natalie put the final touches to Tanya’s hair and makeup and let out a spurt of pee as she stood back and checked Tanya in the mirror.

“Right, you’re done, see you at nine.”

Tanya left Natalie in her dressing room and made her way to the studio and got kitted up with her microphone and earpiece. As Tanya gets onto the set she greets the Prime Minister and they both sit down.

“One minute.” Shouts the floor manager.

Tanya is now fully alert as she hears the activity from the gallery in her ear. Tanya starts some small talk to set up a rapport with the Prime Minister.

“I hear you had Natalie to do your makeup, she loves tangerine.” Said Tanya.

“Oh yes, quite a girl, she put on quite a show, she ought to be in front of the camera.” Replied the Prime Minister.

Tanya puts her script out of sight and uses the opportunity to spread her legs wide to give the Prime Minister a nice view of her fanny. Tanya watches the Prime Minister and is pleasantly surprised by the effect she is having on him.

“Clear the set, ten seconds and eight and seven and six and five.” Called the director as Tanya faced the camera.

“The time now is seven o’clock and welcome to Morning news. This morning we have the Prime Minister with us who will hopefully be able to clear up some of the confusion surrounding last week’s announcements by the foreign office on refugees.”

Tanya turned to face the Prime Minister and began her questioning. As she sat confidently on the low chair she fired off her questions, quickly reducing the Prime Minister to a Gibbering wreck. The Prime Minister floundered as he tried to work around the concise questioning, even giving yes and no answers to some questions.

After what must have felt like an eternity for the Prime Minister Tanya finished her questioning.

“Thank you Prime minister.” Said Tanya, now turning to face the camera with a huge smile.

Tanya knew she had done well and now began to reward herself. She started, releasing a steady hot stream of pee through her skirt into the low seat.

“And now with a roundup of the headlines over to John.” Tanya beamed as she performed the link, now just relaxing and peeing through her skirt into the low chair, relishing the warmth as it pooled around her fanny.

Tanya held her position until the ‘on air’ light was extinguished. Cutting off the flow she reached forward to shake hands with the Prime Minister, Lifting herself off the seat and moving slightly aside to let the Prime Minister see the wet patch on the seat before sitting back down.

Tanya had really done it now, There was no way she could move from her seat till the end of the show. As the Prime Minister left the set she reached for her glass of water. Simmonds had said it was best to drink plenty.

Tanya continued to drink throughout the show while not moving once from her seat. Periodically she let loose a spurt of pee to maintain the warmth, trying hard to resist the temptation to let go full blast until the end of the show.

As she finished the final link to the weather she reached over for the water jug to top up her glass and completely emptied the contents into her lap. With a start she stood up, not missing the opportunity to again release her bladder now letting the pee trickle down her legs as she feigned shock at spilling the water jug.

The floor manager came over to her. “Can I help?” He asked.

“No, it’s OK, I’ll go back to my dressing room, I can have a drink there.” Tanya replied as she moved away from her puddle and wet seat and hastily returned to her dressing room.

“Hello Natalie” Said Tanya as she entered her dressing room, her skirt still dripping onto the floor.

“Hello.” Replied Natalie. “Wow, that was some wetting.” Said Natalie, turning to see the state of Tanya’s skirt and stockings.

“I spilt my drink.” Said Tanya, with her tongue firmly in her cheek as again she began letting her pee run steadily down her legs.

“It looks like you’re still spilling it judging by the puddle you’re making. The PM said you put on a good show for him and that he was having trouble concentrating; now I can see why. You didn’t do it on air did you?” asked Natalie.

“Why not?” Said Tanya. It worked quite well. I had him right against the ropes and boy did it make me feel good. I think I’d better have a drink, I wouldn’t want to get dehydrated

Tanya sat down at the dressing table and did a final pee through her skirt while Natalie replaced Tanya’s television makeup. Tanya then undressed completely and put on her own clothes, which Natalie had laid out for her.

Tanya said goodbye to Natalie and went to the after show meeting before travelling home alone in her limousine. This time Tanya resisted the urge to wet herself in the limousine; after all she could do that any day.

Tanya got home still dry and made herself a cup of tea and some toast and after considering how little sleep she had got over the last two nights she went to bed, just kicking off her shoes and climbing in bed fully clothed. Tanya laid back and for the first time in her own bed she relaxed and completely emptied her bladder. This was the first time that she had peed in her bed as long as she could remember and now she felt both relaxed by the warmth and stimulated as the liquid flowed over her clitoris. Tanya relished the luxury that her new found freedom had to offer and her tiredness ensured that she was asleep before the dampness had time to cool.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 4 – Invited to dinner

 

It was a few days into the new year when Tanya arrived home to find a letter on her doormat from number ten. It was an invitation to dinner with the Prime Minister, his wife and a few other guests for her and a companion.

Tanya had not seen Mike again and after her and Natalie having so much fun with the prime minister it seemed only natural that she should take Natalie. It surely would not be a problem even if the PM thought that they were lesbians.

When the evening came Simmonds was more than happy to put in a bit of overtime and run the two women from Natalie’s to Downing Street although he was a bit miffed that Natalie was getting favourable treatment. Why had Tanya not taken him if she needed a companion? Tanya and Natalie had not wasted the day that they had spent together. Natalie had made appointments and taken Tanya round all of the designer studios in Knightsbridge to get her a stunning outfit.

For their shopping trip Natalie had on nothing more than a tiny white dress and a pair of high heels while Tanya wore a long black skirt, black top and open black jacket accessorised with a big necklace, dark glasses and a head scarf. Natalie laughed when she saw Tanya’s outfit thinking how different she would look later on when they had finished shopping.

As they walked around Knightsbridge Tanya discretely peed down her legs when she felt the need, hidden under her long skirt and her nondescript disguise, but Natalie peed small spurts down her legs in full view of anyone who might see fully aware that no one would be looking hard enough for long enough to notice the shiny streaks on her inner thighs.

By the middle of the afternoon Tanya had found something she liked that also met with Natalie’s approval, a long – to just above the floor – grey gown overlaid with net, but with a stunning red sequined bodice and an open back right down far enough to show her bum cleavage.

Tanya undressed to just her shoes but it was not until she removed her dark glasses that the assistant suddenly recognised Tanya. She was only young and quite shocked to see it was Tanya standing naked in her shop.

Natalie and the assistant helped Tanya put the dress on and liked what they saw in the mirror.

As Tanya moved around the shop, making the most of wearing the dress before she had to take it off, Natalie asked. “Have you made yourself comfortable yet?”

Natalie, out of the view of the assistant reinforced her hint by glancing down and letting a very noticeable strong trickle of pee out which ran down both her legs and darkened the carpet.

Tanya realised straight away as soon as she saw the inside of Natalie’s thighs glisten. Tanya smiled and let her own trickle of pee run down her legs. She stood peeing for fifteen seconds enjoying the warmth as her pee trickled over her feet and soaked unnoticed into the carpet under her dress.

When she had finished peeing Tanya gave a couple of twirls and said. “We’ll take it.”

The assistant disappeared to complete the sale while Natalie helped Tanya change back into her incognito shopping outfit.

After a few visits to jewellery shops where nothing was inspiring and only a few things were tried on, Tanya and Natalie headed to the restaurant Natalie had booked.

They started off with cocktails standing at the bar, but after a few minutes Natalie slid on to a bar stool.

Natalie spoke. “I don’t know why I came here, all those men over there staring at us.”

Natalie gestured to a long table full of businessmen.

Tanya replied. “I think they saw up your skirt when you bent down to put the shopping bags down, what did you expect, anyway since when did you not like attention from men?”

“Since I wanted to pee. I wouldn’t have worried but they are all a bit creepy. It is so much nicer when it runs down my legs.” Said Natalie carefully positioning herself on the stool, making sure her skirt was hanging over the back.

“I know.” Said Tanya smiling as she let a wave of pee run down her own legs under her skirt to soak into the carpet.

“That’s better.” Said Natalie.

Natalie was now perched on the barstool with her legs neatly crossed and peeing. Tanya could just see the trickles of pee running down the legs of Natalie’s barstool where Natalie was peeing gently.

Half a minute later Natalie Finished peeing. “That’s better. Just needed room for another cocktail.” Natalie said.

Natalie smiled and turned towards the barman who quickly made up another couple of cocktails for the two women.

It was not long before the waiter collected them from the bar and they were seated.

As Natalie scrutinised the menu she nestled in to the nicely upholstered chair, bending forward so that the skirt of her white dress rode up a little at the back and tucking her feet underneath the chair.

“Much more comfortable, now we can go properly.” Said Natalie.

Tanya looked up from her menu. “What do you mean by ‘we’. You’re not wearing a long skirt.”

Natalie replied without shifting her gaze from the menu. “You are wearing a black skirt Tanya, just do it you’ll be fine.

Natalie began to pee. Slowly at first she felt her pee pool in the chair, warming her bottom. She peed harder and relaxed completely as she felt her pee begin to run off the front of her chair on to the back of her legs. Still gazing at the menu she peed, enjoying he warmth tickling her clitoris, caressing her bottom, warming her legs and trickling over her feet until her flow waned and she was empty.

As the last drops of pee dripped on to the back of her legs Natalie sighed. “Ah. So nice and comfortable and warm and relaxing. Just what we need after all that shopping.”

Tanya felt relaxed too now she had weighed up the situation. Without any preparation she just relaxed her bladder and began to pee. Tanya felt the warmth pool in her skirt, instantly surrounding her bottom before it began to soak in and caress the back of her thighs. In no time Tanya was peeing fully and thoroughly enjoying the warmth as it began to overflow the chair and run down the back of her skirt and legs, warming her feet.

Tanya’s flow was interrupted though.

“Ready to order madam?” Asked the waiter.

Tanya was awakened from her trance and quickly stopped peeing. The warmth caressing her bottom and still running down the back of her legs was a little off-putting, but fortunately Tanya was ready to order.

“I’ll start with the soup please, then the sea-bass with boiled potatoes thank you.”

“And for you madam?” The waiter asked Natalie.

“The same, but with chips please.” Said Natalie.

“And wine?” asked the waiter.

“Could you recommend something?” Asked Natalie.

“We have a really nice Bulgarian, Telish, that will go beautifully with the sea-bass.”

“Telish it is then, just the one bottle I think. Thank you.”

Tanya did not resume peeing when the waiter left, instead just enjoying the luxury of her warm skirt, moving occasionally in her seat to feel the warm pee that had soaked in to the upholstery caressing her bottom again and moving her legs to feel her warm wet skirt brushing the back of them.

“Did the waiter startle you?” asked Natalie.

“Yes.” Said Tanya, Adding in a whisper. “I was going.”

Natalie smiled and managed to squeeze out a spurt of pee into her chair making it pleasantly warm again.

It was just after the main course that Tanya felt a tingle in her bladder. With the wine now nearly all consumed she just relaxed again. Tanya had not realised how much her pee had cooled in the chair until the new wave of warm pee began to caress her again and felt positively hot. The chair was still saturated so straight away her pee began to run down the back of her legs.

Tanya just sat calmly smiling as the waiter cleared the plates, not hesitating for a moment as she let her pee flow into her skirt, on to the chair and down her legs, soaking silently into the carpet under her feet.

The women just enjoyed their residual wetness while they ate their sweet and enjoyed their cappuccino. Natalie insisted on two cups for both of them.

When they were finished Natalie stood and checked her own skirt to see that it was still dry before taking a look at Tanya’s. Natalie could see no sign of a wetting but touched Tanya’s skirt to see that it was still soaking wet. They pushed their chairs under the table in the hope that no one would notice the darker appearance of the light striped upholstery. Tanya paid with cash on the way out.

Outside it was now a cold, dark January evening on the busy street for which Natalie was not well dressed. Natalie soon felt the effects of the cold and her bladder began to tingle. She began to let out a very gentle trickle of pee as she walked feeling trickles on her inner thighs and feeling her pee splashing her feet. Tanya noticed nothing.

They were soon on the underground. Natalie sat down opposite Tanya. Without any regard to moving her white dress out of the way Natalie began to pee. Natalie soon felt her pee filling the seat with warmth and paused briefly as she felt the warmth stretch all the way to the front of her seat. As Natalie felt her pee soaking away in to the seat she peed again.

Tanya had a clear view up Natalie’s dress, and she could see Natalie’s pee spraying from her abundant bush and pooling between her slightly parted thighs. Tanya was now feeling the effect of the coffee and joined Natalie, just relaxing and peeing through her skirt.

It was not long before Tanya’s pee subsided, but she could still feel her pee soaking into the back of her skirt and wicking down behind her legs.

Natalie continued to pee and a tiny trickle began to run off the edge of her seat behind her leg. Natalie felt her pee splashing on her foot but just carried on peeing until she was empty anyway. The wine was having an effect and she did not care.

The women were soon at their stop. Natalie had a small puddle of pee behind her foot but, along with the other passengers, she did not notice. Tanya noticed a dark strip along the hem of Natalie’s dress but said nothing, enjoying the soaking wetness of her own skirt on the back of her legs as they walked to the escalator. Tanya stood a few steps behind Natalie and noticed the wet droplets glistening on the ends of her pubic hairs as she ascended.

They were soon back at Natalie’s. Natalie made coffee and the two women sat on the sofa, discussing how luxurious it had been to enjoy the warmth of their pee in the restaurant.

They peed on Natalie’s sofa, making it deliciously warm.

- o – o – o –

Chapter 5 – Number Ten

 

The date had arrived and Simmonds delivered Tanya and Natalie to Natalie’s to get ready. Neither woman had peed in the limousine to ensure that the seats would be dry for later. Natalie could not wait to get inside before peeing, releasing her bladder as she led Tanya up the stairs to her flat – her pee alternately trickling down her legs and splattering on the stairs.

Natalie put the kettle on while Tanya sat on the sofa. Tanya took the opportunity to empty her bladder through her skirt into the cushion while she waited for Natalie to appear with a cup of coffee.

The women sat and drunk their coffee before Natalie suggested that Tanya had a shower first. Tanya squeezed out her bladder before making her way to the bathroom, dropping her black dripping skirt enroute.

Natalie took the opportunity to get Tanya’s outfit ready, carefully ironing out any crinkles before hanging it up on a manikin.

As soon as Tanya finished showering Natalie showered too.

It was not long before a naked Natalie was helping a similarly naked Tanya into her dress. Natalie was very careful to ensure that Tanya sat carefully in front of the mirror so as to not cause any unnecessary crinkling.

Natalie set to work on Tanya’s hair – piling it up high above her head while using two whole tins of hairspray. For an occasion like this she had to look even more glamourous than she looked every morning.

With Tanya’s hair perfectly in place Natalie set to work on Tanya’s makeup. No bright orange TV makeup this time, just extra glamorous evening makeup with smoky eyes and seductive lips.

Not until Natalie was completely happy with Tanya’s appearance did she go to the rail to collect her tiny cocktail dress. Natalie slipped it over her head and pulled it down hoping that it was long enough to cover her crotch.

Tanya went to the kitchen to make coffee with strict instructions to keep clean and not get dishevelled. Natalie was fully aware of Tanya’s propensity to get dishevelled and now time was of the essence she did not have time for doing too much repair.

Natalie was nearly done with her hair and makeup by the time Tanya appeared with a cup of coffee.

“Give me a twirl.” Asked Natalie.

Tanya handed Natalie her coffee and did a twirl. Fortunately Tanya was still pristine.

Tanya stood and watched Natalie finish off while carefully sipping her coffee. Natalie used a whole tin of hairspray on her own hair in a big rock chic beehive then slipped on a pair of black fishnet holdups before adding the mascara to her minge.

“Do you want your minge done?” Natalie asked Tanya.

“Will it make a difference? This dress is not see through is it?” Tanya asked.

“It is a bit. Let me do your minge and it will show up nicely. Hold your skirt up.” Said Natalie as she knelt down in front of Tanya.

Tanya lifted her skirt and Natalie began applying mascara to Tanya’s bush.

Once done Natalie invited Tanya to look in the mirror. “There, is that not better, subtle but nice to see.”

Tanya was not convinced that having her minge visible through her dress like that however subtle it might be was a positive thing, but Natalie usually knew what was right so she was happy to play along.

It was Natalie’s turn to go to the kitchen for refreshment, and she returned with half a bottle of Telish.

Tanya remained standing while delicately swigging from the glass of red, while Natalie took sips in between struggling to put on a pair of very chunky platform shoes.

Once they had finished their wine Natalie helped Tanya in to her delicate heels, and they summoned Simmonds.

With Simmonds estimated to be ready downstairs in about ten minutes Natalie replaced the wine glasses with pint glasses of water, and both women drunk them straight down before making their way down to the limousine.

Simonds assisted Tanya into the back and went round the other side for Natalie, getting a full view of her crotch as she slid in next to Tanya.

The short run to Downing Street was uneventful apart from Tanya commenting to Natalie. “My bladder is filling and perhaps the big glass of water was not really necessary.”

Natalie just said. “We will be at No10 soon, you can go then.”

Natalie did not wait though. Natalie took advantage of her short dress and bare fanny and a short hiss could be heard as she released a short spurt of pee into the limousine seat.

Simmonds pulled up right outside the famous front door of Number Ten, hopping out to open the door for Tanya. Natalie slid out behind Tanya and the front door of Number Ten magically opened to admit them. Simmonds drove away to park up and join the rest of the staff while the door closed behind the women.

The Prime Minister welcomed them personally. Natalie followed Tanya’s lead and curtseyed just a little as the Prime Minister shook their hands and the official photographer took their pictures.

Natalie wanted to courtesy much lower to expose her fanny to the Prime minister but managed to restrain herself.

The women were led into a room to meet the other guests. Tanya was expecting quite a grand affair, but apart from the men’s dress it was quite informal with just the Prime Minister, his wife, the leader of the house and her husband.

Tanya knew the Leader of the house so quickly introduced Natalie as ‘her friend’ rather lapping up that clearly they were being perceived as a Lesbian couple. Tanya was aware that the leader’s husband was paying a lot of attention to her minge and moved about just enough to make her dress flow over her curves.

The prime minister’s wife was quite chatty recognising Tanya from her breakfast television role. She had quite a lot of questions about how she looked so good in the morning. Tanya told her that the key secret to looking good was no knickers so there was no VPL, and Tanya told her. “Neither she or Natalie were wearing knickers this evening either.” Adding. “Knickers are a very twentieth century thing that will soon be lost to history.”

“Oh my goodness.” Said the prime minister’s wife. “I am a bit of a dinosaur then. I could never go out without knickers.”

“A little bird tells me you have on at least one occasion though.” Commented Tanya.

“Oh my goodness.” Uttered the Prime Minister’s wife again. “How did you find that out?”

“I am a journalist.” Said Tanya with a wink. “I have wet my knickers a few times in the past too, but not now. You can’t wet your knickers if you aren’t wearing any.”

“Oh my goodness. You know so much about me.” Said the Prime Minister’s wife, her accent now returning to its Welsh roots.

“It is really no big deal to wet yourself.” Said Tanya seeing an opportunity to release the now quite uncomfortable pressure in her bladder.

Tanya carefully positioned her feet together and relaxed. In the pause in conversation she could hear the faint hissing as her pee forced its way past her labia and began trickling down her legs.

With her pee gently trickling down her legs Tanya continued. “I wet myself quite a lot.”

The Prime minister’s wife put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my goodness. Are you OK?”

Tanya just smiled. “I’m fine. I’m not wearing knickers don’t forget.”

Tanya felt the carpet under her feet getting a bit squishy so she stopped peeing.

“Do you need to go somewhere, can I help you?” Asked the Prime Minister’s wife.

“No, don’t worry about me. I will be fine. My legs will dry in a couple of minutes.” Said Tanya, now smiling like a Cheshire cat.

The Prime Minister’s wife moved away to chat with the Leader and Natalie came over.

“How’s it going?” Asked Natalie. “You must be getting quite desperate now I guess. I would have thought that we would be eating by now.”

“I’ve just been.” Said Tanya looking down and squishing the carpet with her foot.

Natalie looked down and saw Tanya’s pee bubble up from the carpet.

“Cool!” Said Natalie.

“Nothing shows does it?” Asked Tanya.

“Twirl.” Said Natalie.

Natalie stepped back while Tanya did a discreet pirouette.

“You’re fine. Step away from the puddle and no one will know.” Reassured Natalie.

“Fifi or whatever her name is knows. She heard me peeing. I told her I sometimes wet myself, and I told her I know that she has wet herself. We are sisters now. I told her we don’t wear knickers either. We have no secrets. Cool or what?” Explained Tanya.

“I wonder if Gillian wears knickers. It would be handy to know if she doesn’t.” Mused Natalie. “Fifi would feel a bit out of place if she was the only one here wearing knickers.”

“We need to mingle.” Said Tanya stepping away from the squishy patch on the carpet.

- o – o – o –

Edited April 19, 2019 by Paulypeeps

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I remember these from another story board (has it really been since 2001? We've been around some of the same pee boards for a while, haven't we @Paulypeeps?).

I love this series then, and I love it now!

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I wrote these a long time ago. Stored on floppy disk for quite a while!

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On 4/23/2019 at 8:02 AM, Paulypeeps said:

I wrote these a long time ago. Stored on floppy disk for quite a while!

They may have been written a long time ago, but they are still an excellent read.   I also read them first time round, but I'm definitely reading them again.  I love the freedom expressed through these characters.