Flying

[Paulypeeps 4,993]

Chapter 1 – Nice way to fly

Calista ran from the taxi through the concourse straight to the check in desk waving her first class ticket. She had already missed the last call announcement. With no baggage to check in she was fortunately through in no time and told to hurry up and follow the lady with the yellow Samsonite vanity box that she would be sitting with to the first class lounge, as the plane was about to leave.

Calista caught up with her fellow first class passenger and looked from side to side as she went through the first class lounge in the hope of finding a toilet.

“Is there a toilet here? I’m busting, this bad weather has made my taxi so late.” Said Calista to her fellow passenger.

“Tell me about it, I’m dying for a pee, I thought I was going to do it in the taxi, I prefer to wait until I’m on the plane. There is a loo over there but we haven’t got time. I don’t usually bother anyway. The stewardess is beckoning us along, we’ll have to go when we’re on the plane. I’m Tamara by the way.” Said Tamara moving her heavy vanity box to her other hand.

“I’m Calista.” Said Calista as the stewardess ushered the two women through the plane door to their adjacent seats at the front of the plane.

As the door slammed shut the pilot revved up the engines and commenced taxiing the plane. The stewardess stowed Tamara’s vanity box and buckled up Tamara’s seat belt before buckling up Calista.

“I need to use the toilet.” Protested Calista as the stewardess drew her attention to the fasten seatbelt light before sitting down in her own seat and buckling up.

“You’ll have to wait until we are airborne and the seatbelt light is extinguished.” Said the stewardess.

The plane taxied to the runway and took off.

As the plane climbed the captain announced. “Unfortunately today the weather is a bit bumpy so I expect that the seatbelt lights will stay on for most of the flight. We are currently climbing to our cruising altitude and will top out at about thirty one thousand feet. I have taken a look at the weather map and should be able to avoid the worst of the storms but this will increase our journey time slightly. I will expect to touch down in Nice at about fifteen forty five local time, European time now is fourteen thirty one. I hope you enjoy your flight with us today. Your chief stewardess today in standard and club class is Mandy and Lucy will be able to assist in first class”.

“Tamara, do you think they will turn the seat belt light off soon, I’m really busting now. Are you alright?” Said Calista in a very agitated voice.

“I don’t think that the light will be going off for some time yet, but I’m alright. I’ve been now.” Said Tamara with a cheeky grin.

“But you haven’t left your seat! How can you have been?” Asked Calista naively.

“I just did a little bit in the seat. I told you that I would go on the plane.” Said Tamara, her grin now getting cheekier. “I’ve just done enough to relieve the pressure, I’ll do a bit more later on. It’s no big deal, look.”

Tamara moved her knees apart and pulled back the skirt of her black Versace mini dress revealing her bare fanny so that Calista could see the now wet seat between Tamara’s legs. Tamara let loose a spurt of pee that jetted between her legs, creating a small pool which quickly soaked into the seat.

Calista stared open mouthed at what Tamara was doing.

“B… but … how can you do that, it’s not an accident, you did it deliberately, you’ll get into terrible trouble now, there’s no way you can hide that.” Uttered Calista completely uncomprehending what Tamara had done.

“It’s not a problem.” Replied Tamara. “Don’t forget that we are first class passengers. No airline is going to do anything that would discourage us from flying with them again. As long as we don’t upset the other passengers we can do what we like. Take it from me, I fly this route about ten times a year and I find an excuse to wet myself every time. Look at what the ticket costs, it’s over a thousand pounds, and what do the plebs in the back pay, two hundred. I think that for eight hundred pounds the airline can deal with a damp cushion, don’t you.”

Calista pondered for a moment, her predicament temporarily forgotten as she came to terms with what Tamara was doing. “I suppose if you put it like that it’s no big deal. Are you saying that no one has ever said anything?”

“Lucy the stewardess usually asks me if I have ‘used the facility’ yet when she comes round with the drinks. You might like to check Lucy’s seat as you go past later, see the way that she has scrunched her skirt up behind, you can probably see her minge from where you’re sitting.” Said Tamara, now aware that Calista was coming to terms with what she was doing. “So have you been yet Calista?” Asked Tamara knowing what the answer would be.

“I can’t. My skirt will get wet.” Said Calista finding excuses not to wet herself.

“And you think mine is dry?” Retorted Tamara. “A wet skirt is the least of your problems when you’re about to get a ruptured bladder. So what is it, Channel, I have a Channel suit and it still looks as good as new, I must have peed that skirt a dozen times now. It doesn’t show a thing when it’s wet. Take it from me you’ll be fine, just do it while you still have some control”.

At this point the stewardess’s phone rang. Lucy answered it and carefully got up out of her seat, letting her uniform skirt fall neatly down behind her and deftly tipping up the seat while still facing forward. While the air was still too bumpy to let the passengers loose in the cabin the stewardesses were now able to serve drinks. As Lucy approached, Tamara opened her legs and released a spurt of pee while pulling up her skirt.

“I see that you are using the facility today Tamara” Lucy observed.

“I couldn’t help noticing that you were enjoying the privilege as well earlier.” Said Tamara. Tamara beckoned Lucy to come closer and whispered in her ear. “Calista next to me needs to go as well but she is having a bit of trouble. I think you will need to give her some encouragement”.

Lucy looked across at Calista gently squirming in her seat. “I’ll give her a quick demo.” Lucy whispered back.

“I guess you would like a long drink?” Lucy asked Tamara, now speaking in a normal voice.

“Yes please, a large orange juice in a big glass would be nice and get the same for Calista, I always drink a lot on the plane because the air is so dry.” Tamara said.

Lucy prepared the drinks and returned with two great big glasses of orange juice, each holding over a pint. Tamara took hers and began drinking it down straight away as Lucy stood in front of Calista with her feet slightly apart, holding Calista’s drink in front of her skirt. Calista’s attention was at once drawn to the faint sound of liquid dripping on to the carpet, which anyone would think would be Lucy spilling some drink but Calista could see that the source of the liquid was up Lucy’s skirt. As Calista looked on open mouthed at Lucy’s brazen act of urination she was paralyzed, not able to move until the dripping stopped and Lucy lent forwards to hand her the drink. “You must make use of the facilities while you’re here, you will feel much more comfortable”.

With advice from all quarters now dispensed Calista new that she had no excuses left. Tamara knew her skirt would take it, the stewardess had no problem with pee in the cabin. Tamara’s seat was still soaking up everything that she could spurt into it.

Calista slowly relaxed. At first she felt nothing, had she gone beyond the point of control. She relaxed more and felt the warmth flow over her clitoris. Now her abdomen began to contract. Calista could no longer control the flow as the pain increased she could do nothing but let rip. Calista was relieved as she looked down into her lap that nothing showed but could hear the hissing sound above the whine of the engines and she thrust her free hand into her crotch in an attempt to stem the flow. This exercise was futile; the tight Channel skirt would not allow her hand between her legs and the flow continued unabated.

Tamara noticed the change in Calista “Are you alright Calista, you look a bit flushed?” She asked.

“I’m wetting myself and I can’t stop!” Replied Calista in a subdued voice trying to keep quiet about what she was doing.

“Good girl, welcome to the club. It’s not the mile high club but a great way to enjoy the flight just the same. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Calista didn’t answer, her level of arousal now so high that all she could do was sigh as her flow continued to soak her seat.

It seemed like no time at all before the plane had landed. As soon as they reached the gate Tamara jumped up and dragged Calista up from her seat too before leaving as if nothing unusual had happened.

Calista tried to walk as normally as possible with her wet skirt reminding her of what she had done.

- o - o - o -

Chapter 2 – Cannes do it anywhere

 

Since being in Cannes Calista had reflected several times on what had happened on the flight, on how Tamara, and the stewardess Lucy, had considered it quite normal to wet themselves, how convenient it had been and most of all how pleasurable it was to be just sitting and peeing in such a public place gaining such a high level of arousal. It had been so simple, and like on the plane where she had paid a lot for her ticket she was staying in the best suite at a top hotel and would be eating at the most expensive restaurants. Surely none of these establishments would turn her away for leaving a small puddle on the floor, or even moistening the upholstery a little. It really was no big deal since no one had commented on her skirt being soaking wet, there was nothing to see, and today, just in case, she wore the same Channel suit which was as pristine as the day she had bought it.

Calista was sitting on the terrace of her hotel waiting for the waiter to bring her coffee. “It’s inevitable that people will wet themselves if they have to wait this long.” Calista thought to herself, justifying what she was about to do.

Calista looked around, there was no one that she knew nearby. Calista squeezed herself but nothing happened. “How do I wet myself? I only want to do a little bit.” She thought. This time she did not have the moral support of Tamara and Lucy to help nor was she desperate. Years of conditioning had given her perfect bladder control, or so she thought but now she had no control, she remained sealed.

Calista relaxed, resigning herself to having to wait until she was desperate to enjoy the public pleasure that she had enjoyed on the plane but let out a short gasp as she felt the moist sensation between her legs. This is what she had been trying for as she felt the warmth caressing her fanny and stimulating her clitoris. Calista looked around, enjoying her environment as her pee now soaked through the skirt of her channel suit and into the lightly upholstered wicker chair. Her spell was broken as she saw the waiter approach. Calista tried to cut off the flow but as in the plane any attempt to stem the flow caused a pain.

Calista went bright red as the waiter placed the coffee on the table beside her.

“Will that be all Madame?” The waiter asked in broken English as Calista’s pee began to run through her chair and trickle onto the marble floor.

“That’s all, thank you.” Calista said in a remarkably dignified voice, given how she was feeling.

Calista’s flow continued as the waiter left, fortunately still just trickling through the chair and Calista remained completely still, not even moving her head in case she saw someone she knew nearby.

When her pee had finished running from the chair Calista furtively looked around. There was no one she knew and no one was looking her way.

Calista quickly drunk down her coffee, almost burning herself in the process, before gingerly standing up and making a hasty exit.

The waiter moved in fast to remove the damp chair as soon as Calista had left with, unknown to Calista, a few drops of pee leaving a trail across the marble paved floor from the hem of her skirt.

Calista reflected on how right Tamara had been, how her status as a valued customer had meant that her wetting had not been questioned. It must have been obvious to the waiter that she had wet herself but he had not in the slightest acknowledged that anything was amiss.

Calista went outside into the street. She walked confidently knowing that although her skirt was now soaking wet at the back nothing showed and it would soon be dry. As long as she dressed appropriately she would never need to make a special trip to the toilet just to pee.

Calista made her way to Tamara’s hotel and found her sitting in reception. Tamara was wearing a tiny white bra, pleated white mini skirt, white high-heeled shoes and white framed sunglasses.

“Hello Tamara.” Calista said as she sat down opposite Tamara hoping that her still damp skirt would not mark the pink seat. She need not have worried.

“Hello Calista, glad you could make it. I thought I wasn’t going to hold out, my bladders bursting, oh! It’s just popped!” Said Tamara smiling as Calista heard a short burst of loud hissing noise emanating from between Tamara’s legs.

“That will have to do.” Said Tamara in a low voice as she got up leaving a dark circle on the pink upholstery. “I have to be careful with white. I normally wouldn’t have done it here but since you’re here I thought I might as well. It’s OK; I’ll wait if you need to go?” Tamara was not expecting Calista to take up her offer.

Calista thought for a few seconds that her skirt had probably already marked the seat then said,.“Ok, I’ll just be a few seconds.”

Calista leant forward and relaxed. This time her pee came quickly. Straight away she felt the warmth. Calista had now become more comfortable with wetting herself and by not waiting until she was desperate she had been in complete control. After a few seconds Calista was able to cut off her flow and looked around. The coast was clear; no one would see her leaving the wet seat. Calista got up and followed a slightly surprised Tamara out to the street.

“I think I need a drink.” Said Tamara as she made a beeline for the bar across the street, adding. “You really seem to be enjoying your freedom now.”

Calista followed her and they both sat up on stools at the elevated bar. Tamara sat back on her stool making sure that her skirt was clear of the seat while Calista just sat down normally.

Tamara ordered two giant cocktails and when they arrived Tamara sucked ravenously at her straw while Calista took a quick sip before spluttering. “What’s in this?”

“I don’t know what’s in it but it’s big and tastes good.” Said Tamara. “If you don’t like it I’ll have it.” Tamara called the barman over and asked him to get Calista. ‘Something big with a bit less bite.”

By the time Calista’s pina-colada was ready Tamara had started on the second drink. When it was half empty she stopped, and said. “Hurry up or you’ll get dehydrated.”

Tamara sat up and began to pee, her pee gently flowing over the front and down the legs of the leather clad stool. After a few seconds Tamara stopped peeing and drunk the rest of her drink before sitting up again and stretching her legs out towards Calista.

Peeing again she said. “I love it on the back of my legs.” As she looked down at her pee now running off of her heels onto the carpet. “I think we’ll have a few more drinks and then go shopping. It looks as if you only have one outfit.” Said Tamara, noting that Calista was wearing the same Channel suit as she had on yesterday.

“I have got other stuff but I wanted to be safe.” Said Calista, as she paused for breath, not being able to keep up with Tamara’s drinking rate.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure that the clothes are OK before we leave the shop so you will know you’re all right. Drink up, or you’ll have nothing to test with”.

The women continued drinking for another twenty minutes, Tamara pausing every few minutes to let a small stream run down the back of her legs. Calista waited till the end to try it for herself, having to perch on the edge of the stool to prevent her skirt intercepting her pee before it had a chance to run down her legs.

“Does it feel nice?” Tamara asked her.

“I can’t really feel it much.” Answered Calista. “And I don’t know whether I like it going in my shoes.”

“Point your toes, like me.” Said Tamara, as she again demonstrated how to discretely pee down her legs. “It stops it going in your shoes so much; pee a bit harder if you want to feel it.”

Tamara watched as Calista pointed her toes and the dripping from her heels increased to a gentle flow.

“Is that better?” Tamara asked.

Calista was now enjoying peeing down her legs much more. “I see what you mean.” She said.

Tamara swivelled round on her stool giving a nice view up her skirt to some young men who were looking her way. Tamara knew that they had not been seen wetting themselves. Tamara put her feet on the foot rail of the stool and deftly lifted her still dry skirt over the wet seat. Her feet now on the ground, Tamara felt the small amount of pee that had got in her shoes. “Don’t worry about your wet shoes Calista, you’ll get used to it and they’ll be a lot wetter later on.” She said.

The internationally recognisable Tamara led the way from the bar as the women visited some of the designer shops. The first stop was Gucci. “We shouldn’t have a problem finding something here.” Said Tamara eyeing up the leather skirts in the window.

They went inside and Tamara briefed the assistant with Calista’s requirement that any garment must be ‘pee proof’. At first the assistant looked a bit taken aback but she went with Calista to choose some garments from the rails.

Calista disappeared into the changing cubicle with the assistant and removed her jacket and her now only slightly wet skirt. The assistant helped her on with a knee length brown leather skirt and Calista emerged to show Tamara. “What do you think?” Asked Calista, twirling round.

Tamara replied. “Try it out, and we’ll see …”

Calista looked puzzled.

“… Go on …” Tamara continued, encouraging Calista. “… Like this silly.”

Watched by Calista and the assistant Tamara looked down towards her feet and demonstrated what Calista should do. Tamara released a wave of pee down her legs. A small puddle formed at her feet that quickly soaked into the light carpet. Tamara smiled at Calista and the slightly shocked assistant.

Calista knew what was expected and released a short burst of pee down her legs making her own dark patch on the light carpet. Calista turned round so that Tamara could check that all was OK at the back.

Tamara asked the assistant. “Could we have a chair please?”

The assistant got a chair from behind the counter and Tamara indicated to Calista to sit.

“How is it now?” Tamara asked the now seated Calista.

There was a muffled hissing for a few seconds before a trickle of pee began to run from the hem of the Gucci leather skirt.

Calista sat and smiled. “It feels nice.”

Calista stood up and a rush of stored pee splashed Calista’s ankles and trickled from the hem of the skirt. Calista turned round again to show Tamara the back.

“Its fine.” Said Tamara to the assistant, adding. “She’ll take it, have you got a jacket?”

Calista followed the assistant and chose a jacket which matched her skirt. Calista tried it on before returning to the changing room and putting her suit back on. Calista paid for the garments and asked for them to be delivered to her hotel.

The assistant said. “I’ll give the skirt a while to dry before I have it delivered this afternoon.”

As Calista tried each garment on Tamara would instruct Calista to first try it standing with her legs together, just a small spurt, and then request a chair so that Calista could wet herself while sitting. Calista was beginning to enjoy the feeling of her warm pee running down her legs as she tried on the skirts and dresses, leaving obvious wet patches on the carpet and seats. Tamara peed herself as required to relieve the pressure in her own bladder as she stood and directed proceedings letting her pee flow unnoticed down her legs to the floor in short bursts.

Calista bought every outfit that passed the test, leaving any failing wet garments that showed pee stains for the assistants to sort out. Again Calista was puzzled at why the stores had been so accommodating to them.

“Surely they can’t sell the items that I peed in and didn’t buy? Can they?” She asked Calista.

“You are so naïve Calista.” Replied Tamara. “They have probably got private buyers lined up already, there aren’t many places that you can buy stuff that celebrities have wet themselves in! If not they can give it a wash and send it to the designer discount store and still make a nice profit. It’s not as if you didn’t buy anything, how much did you spend?”

Calista was not sure but new that it was already several thousand pounds.

Their shopping over Tamara and Calista returned to the bar to top up. As soon as they sat down both women stretched out their legs towards one another and only the tell-tale trickles of pee off of their heels indicated that they were wetting themselves again, Calista remembering to point her toes, not quite yet used to having pee in her shoes.

After a couple of drinks the two women left the bar, Tamara getting off her stool as deftly as before but this time with a bigger audience. Tamara and Calista went off to their respective hotels to freshen up having arranged to meet later on.

Back at her hotel Calista took her key from reception and made her way up to her room. After getting out of the lift she paused to let some pee run down her legs, remaining for a few seconds to let the puddle soak into the carpet before entering her room.

All of her new purchases had been delivered, neatly hanging on a rail ready for her to choose an outfit for the evening. Calista caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror and walked up to it. Calista inspected herself thoroughly, twisting round to check the back of her skirt. Nothing showed but she was still not convinced. Sitting in a nearby chair she was able to squeeze out the last contents of her bladder through her skirt, feeling the warmth as her pee forced its way past her clitoris. Calista stood up and saw the dark damp patch on the chair. Again she inspected herself in the mirror, again nothing showed. Calista was now convinced.

Calista stripped off, hung her Channel suit up to dry and went to the bathroom. Before getting in the shower she crouched down and inhaled deeply through her nose. She could definitely smell a faint trace of pee on her legs but there was no overpowering stench of urine like the one that had surrounded her grandmother in her later years. Her mother must have been right that it was just because she refused to wash. Calista showered and after drying gave her legs an extra dose of body spray.

Now to choose an outfit. Calista scanned the rail and picked out the little white backless mini dress. Just that, the high white shoes she had bought at the same time and some jewellery would be fine. There was no way that Tamara would be wearing anything like that because it would be too similar to what she had worn earlier. “Thank goodness for breast implants.” Calista thought to herself as she realised the impossibility of wearing a bra with such a dress, or holding it up without adequate breasts.

Calista dressed, selecting a diamond necklace and matching earrings from her jewellery case to finish her ensemble before standing again in front of the mirror. Although she had tested both the dress and shoes in the shop and Tamara had passed them with flying colours she still wanted to make sure again that all would be OK.

Calista checked her appearance again before gently sitting down in another chair. Calista felt the soft fabric of the chairs upholstery on her fanny as she sat, so she knew that her skirt was safely away from her source of pee. Calista took a deep breath and let out a small spurt of pee. Calista remained seated for a few seconds as she felt her pee soak into the seat and the warmth subside before gently standing up again.

Calista felt her still dry skirt against the backs of her thighs as she observed the wet mark on the seat and returned to the mirror. Again Calista thoroughly inspected herself, twisting round to inspect the back of her skirt. Still nothing showed. Standing upright facing the mirror with her feet tight together she again peed. Standing motionless as her warm pee trickled down her legs until her bladder was empty she watched the colourless streams that appeared below her knees in the mirror as they flowed to her feet. As in the shop earlier Calista felt her pee flow into her shoes. This time Calista had no audience and was not apprehensive as she began to enjoy the sensation as her pee filled her shoes. Alas she was empty again and stood for a few seconds before looking down at the neat circular damp patch on the carpet that surrounded her feet.

“Now to get used to wet shoes.” Calista thought to herself. Calista began to walk around her suite, trying to ignore the wetness in her shoes.

Calista made her way down to reception, handed in her room key and sat up at the bar. She ordered a cola and rapidly drunk it down. It was time to lay off the alcohol now; she had drunk enough for a week with Tamara already and would be drinking more later on.

Calista ordered another cola and had drunk half of it when she was asked. “May I join you?” By a young man.

“Of course.” Calista answered. “But I won’t be here long, I’m meeting my friend shortly.”

“That’s OK, what’ll you have?” Asked the young man.

“An orange juice please, I’m going off coke.” Said Calista, as she sunk the last of her cola.

Calista made light conversation with the young man and put one foot on the stool rail, unwittingly giving him a grandstand view up her short skirt to her fanny. The young man’s conversation tailed off and Calista lost interest, such that she never even got his name. Fortunately she was rescued by Tamara as she reached the end of her orange juice.

“Must fly.” Said Calista as she slipped off the stool and gave Tamara a big hug.

In a low voice Tamara said. “I see your seat is dry?” Wondering why Calista had not wet herself while she sat at the bar.

“So what?” Said Calista. “I didn’t think it was compulsory.”

The two women ended their embrace. Calista remained standing still for a few seconds before saying to Tamara in a low voice “Just because the seat is dry does not mean that the carpet is.”

Tamara looked down at Calista’s feet and saw the tell-tale trickles of pee running down her legs as Calista stood wetting herself. Tamara now joined Calista and did the same, letting her own pee run down her tightly closed legs as she smiled at Calista. For both women this was just a token gesture, the barely perceptible damp patches on the carpet a testament to their bladders not being fully emptied.

The two women walked off to explore a bit more of the Riviera without looking back at what they had left behind on the carpet.

- o - o - o –

[Kupar 12,527]

I'm so glad you signposted this story from another topic @Paulypeeps. Very hot indeed! Thanks!

Edited December 19, 2020 by Kupar
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[Cuckoo42 1,265]

That is a great story, but there seems to be a thing that they're celebrities (without actually saying it anywhere at the beginning) 

[Paulypeeps 4,993]

Yes, they are fictional celebrities that will be familiar to readers of fictional English gossip columns, but would be completely invisible in posh parts of France other than to other celebrities. It is written from the point of view that you the reader are also a celebrity and part of that world. We can all escape sometimes...

[kalle2020 887]

Great story, @Paulypeeps, very arousing to read how these girls wet themselves in their expensive skirts whenever they feel like it. Thanks for posting the story!

[Jar351 397]

This is one of teh bvest stories I have ever heard I loved how you took their perspectives and feelings.  Clearly they enjoyed the wetting!  Please can you make some more?

[Paulypeeps 4,993]

You might like "New Season". It is about what happens to the unsold designer clothes at the end of the season in a designer clothes shop.

Or "Funland". This is a bit of fanfiction for the TV series.

Or "Jayne" who likes to wet herself everywhere. A story I wrote myself that inspired my own lifestyle!

Or "Tanya" the TV breakfast show presenter with a new-year resolution.

Or this little fictional piece where Minnie gets to pose for an Erwin Wurm photograph.

There might be a few others around if you search.