Tales of a Furniture Wetter: Desperate Times

[wetwulf 3,324]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I agree," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[Lutab 1,054]

Hot chapter!! Look forward to her using the couch and carpet 🙂