Wet Carpet magazine

[wetwulf 3,183]

Dear Wet Carpet,

It's Anna again. Last time I wrote to you I promised to tell you if I was lucky enough to catch Shannon at the restaurant. I got dressed in a nice pink blouse and a knee-length black skirt. I debated taking my car, but honestly it’s just not practical in this city to drive into town and risk getting caught in traffic when the busses run straight to the train station and the train goes directly into the plaza. Also, I knew that if I drove I would definitely pee in my car, and somehow that didn’t feel as naughty as if I decided to pee on the bus or on the train (or both).

So I made the two mile walk from my house to the bus stop and waited for the bus. As I waited, I guzzled a bottle of water, smiling at the idea of my bladder filling up. I had another bottle in my bag, as well as a surprise for Shannon. When the bus pulled up, I was beginning to feel some pressure in my bladder but nothing serious yet. There was no one else on the bus besides the driver, but regardless I walked all the way to one of the back rows. Like most of these busses, the seats had small soft cushions on them, and I was tempted to lift my skirt and sit my bare ass and pussy right on the seat, but instead I sat on my skirt. 

As soon as the bus started moving again, I relaxed and right away started to feel the first soothing dribbles of my warm pee. I let it go slowly at first, enjoying the warm feeling between my legs and the gradual warmth of the puddle forming in the seat under me. After a few minutes, though, I really needed to go, so I spread my legs, relaxed, and peed fully through my skirt into the seat. Since I was alone, I wasn't worried about the hissing or the eventual pattering sound as the seat failed to hold my entire flow and pee started to drip onto the floor of the bus and flow slowly down the aisle. Feeling bolder, I stopped peeing scooted forward, sliding my skirt up to expose my bare pussy, and emptied my bladder in a steady stream that struck the back of the seat in front of me and splashed onto the floor. My flow soon ended, and I could not help but give my pussy a few soft strokes, but I did not want to cum yet, so I stopped and sat back up.

The bus arrived at the train station. The train wasn't there yet, so I walked to a nearby vending machine and bought another bottle of water. I sat in a corner area where I could still watch for the train but was mostly hidden from the view of other people waiting. I had to pee just a little bit, so I relaxed and let it seep into my skirt and the seat, enjoying the warmth in my crotch.

The train finally arrived, and I made sure to walk down to one of the cars where no one else was waiting. I boarded and was once again lucky enough to have an empty car. I took a seat at the rear of the car. Since I was alone, I decided to be bold and removed my skirt completely. So now I was sitting bare-assed on one of the bench seats that did not have a cushion. The bench had a bit of a dip in it, so I knew what I wanted to do. I placed my skirt on the floor and sat all the way back in the seat and spread my legs. I looked down at my bare pussy and relaxed. As I breathed out, a small dribble of pee leaked out of me, trickled down my slit, and started to pool at my bottom. I sighed and just let it leak out of me slowly, feeling it trickle down to create a warm and wet puddle between my legs and enjoying the hissing and dribbling sounds. When I finished, I lifted my butt and felt the puddle flow down to my ass. Then I leaned forward, soaking my pussy in the puddle. I grabbed my skirt and put it back on, not caring that my puddle of pee soaked into the material. I sat like this in my own pee puddle until the train arrived at the plaza.

I immediately walked as quickly as I could to the restaurant. I turned the corner where it was and then froze when I saw her through the window standing at a table. She was talking with a customer, and then she looked up and out the window and saw me. I watched her face change to a wide-eyed smile. Then she went back to talking to the customers, writing down their orders. She finished and then looked up again, this time smiling and biting her lip. I almost fainted right there on the sidewalk. She held a finger up, asking me to wait. 

I stood still, and in my excitement to see her, I felt the need to pee, but I held it, anticipating what she might have planned for us. After what felt like forever, Shannon finally stepped out of the entrance dressed in dark black denim pants and a t-shirt with some kind of design that had roses and vines. "Hey!" she said and reached her arms out. We hugged, and she squeezed me close.

"Ooh, not too tight," I said. "I need to pee." Shannon giggled.

"So pee," she said. "I am." That's when I heard a very soft hissing sound. I looked down and could see the crotch of her black denim pants darken with wetness. I stared in shock. We were standing on a public walkway near the restaurant entrance and yet Shannon was shamelessly peeing fully into her pants. "Ohhh my god, that feels nice," she said. "I've been holding it for half my shift." She sighed, and I saw her pants glisten again and watched two small puddles form at her feet. She was wearing sandals, so most of her pee just flowed over them and to the concrete walkway.

"Aren't you worried someone will see?" I asked.

"Not really," Shannon said. "No one's out here right now, and all my coworkers already know that I pee myself sometimes. Even my boss knows." She shook her left leg, shaking drops of pee onto the walkway and did the same with her right leg. "So, what brings you out here?"

I felt my face redden. "I just… wanted to see you."

"Really?" Shannon said, smiling widely. "Left an impression on you last time, did I?" I blushed again and struggled to make eye contact with her, but I was smiling.

"Maybe," I said.

"So what are your plans for this evening?" Shannon asked.

"I was thinking maybe dinner and a movie?" I said. Then I laughed. "So original, I know, but I'm open to suggestions."

"I know what you're thinking," Shannon said. "You're wanting to know the best places to pee around here, aren't you?" She smiled at me suspiciously.

"Well… you would know," I said.

"Do you like steak?" Shannon asked.

"I love steak."

"I know a great place that has amazing rolls, and their steak is cooked however you like it." I nodded. "And yes," Shannon continued, "it's a great place to pee."

"Oh really?" I asked. "How so?"

Shannon giggled. "You'll see. Come on." She reached her hand out, and I took it without hesitation as she led me across the street from her restaurant and down past a few shops. "So where's your mom?" she asked.

I laughed. "She is actually on a hookup."

"Really?" Shannon said. "Good for her!"

"Yeah, I wasn't thrilled about it because he's a guy from her work, but she said he's a divorcee like her and just wants to hook up. Plus, he's also turned on by peeing, so it's perfect."

"Lucky," Shannon said. It occurred to me that she sounded genuinely envious, and I began to wonder what exactly was happening with us. Wasn't our last time together a hookup? Did this mean she wanted to hook up again? With me or with somebody else?

My slight need to pee was finally getting close to important. "Hey, how much further?" I asked.

"Need to pee?" Shannon asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Well, if you can hold it, I promise you this place is worth the wait."

"I'll try," I said. We turned a corner, and then Shannon pointed to the end of the road ahead of us.

"That's the place." I smiled at the obvious country-western themed building near the end of the road. The siding was wood, and the entrance looked like a wide front porch with rocking chairs outside. There was a big bull on the front of the building with neon lights that read, "Walker's Steakhouse." We walked a little more briskly, and as we stood in front of the place, I felt a tiny spurt warm my inner thighs and trickle down my leg. I must have gasped because Shannon looked at me. "Did you just leak?" she asked.

"Mmm hmm."

"Let's hurry," Shannon said. We rushed in the door, and I wasn't surprised to see that the inside decor pretty much matched the outside theme, with wooden walls and a cluster of "old-timey" looking antiques and portraits. We walked to the hostess, a cute petite girl with straight red hair. "Can we get a corner booth near the back?" Shannon asked. The hostess smiled and guided us towards the back of the dining room where I noticed there were less people, back to a booth in the corner. I noticed right away that the booths were a maroon color with black soft cushions. I glanced at Shannon who just smiled and winked at me.

"Your server will be with you shortly," the hostess said as she handed us menus. As soon as she left, Shannon leaned across the table and grinned.

"Guess what I'm doing right now," she said. My eyes widened.

"In your seat?" I said. Shannon just nodded.

"Thought you said you had to go?" she said.

"I do, but…," I said, hesitating.

"So just go," Shannon said. "I told you this place is perfect for wetting. You trust me, right?" I was reminded of our night at the club together and how she had asked me this same question.

"Yes," I said. "I can't hold it much longer anyway." I raised my bottom enough to lift my skirt out of the way because I knew I wanted to feel the soft cushions on my bare ass. I sat down and already felt some wetness in my pussy, and not from pee. I looked around and realized that no one in the dining room could see us at this booth unless they walked right up to us. I would need to be quick, though, before our server arrived. I relaxed and just let go. I could not hide the hissing sound as my pee sprayed out of me directly into the seat cushion. I felt it pool between my legs before quickly soaking into the material, warming my bottom. I also could not hide the moan that escaped my lips. "Ohhh. Oh my god," I said. Shannon just smiled, knowingly. Then she sat up.

"Shit, here comes our server." I gasped and tried with a lot of effort to stop peeing. I finally managed to hold it, but I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. Our server, whose name was Lora, was a busty brunette with a charming country accent. As she asked us about our drinks, I was starting to lose my grip. I couldn't help but let a little bit of pee seep out of me, and I tried to keep it together as I felt my bottom get warm again. But I was able to successfully tell the server that I wanted ice water with lemon. Shannon ordered water, as well, and the server walked away. I sighed and let go again, enjoying the warm feeling as I soaked the seat even more. "Feels nice, right?" Shannon said.

"Mmm hmm," I answered, letting the last of my pee soaking into the seat.

"So," Shannon said, "did you come tonight just to have dinner with me… or did you have other plans?" She grinned at me.

"Umm… well," I said, then paused. Shannon laughed.

"Relax," she said. "I know what you're thinking about, and it's okay. I've been thinking about it, too." Just then we saw our server walking to us, so Shannon got quiet. The server gave us our waters and then took our orders for food. Shannon recommended the rib eye, so we both ordered that with a side salad and steak fries. The server walked off, and Shannon looked at me and smiled. "Is there anyone sitting near us or walking over here?" I was confused by her question, but I looked and realized we were mostly alone in this back section of the dining room.

"No," I said. "Why?" Shannon sat back and unsnapped her black denim pants. Then she leaned forward, and I saw that she was sliding her pants down just enough to expose her bare bottom and pussy to the cushioned seat under her. Then she relaxed, and I heard her sigh.

"Ohhhh, that feels good," Shannon said. Even after everything that had happened, I was still shocked by her risky actions. Shannon giggled, and her smile of obvious pleasure was so erotic that I wanted to leave with her right then and there. In my excitement, I felt the need to pee again, so I just opened my legs and let it seep out into the seat. "So the club is closed tonight," Shannon said, "but… we can go to my place."

As soon as she said this, our server, Lora, came around the corner with our drinks. I struggled to focus when she asked what I would like for dinner. My pussy was even wetter after Shannon's invitation to go to her place, and every time I moved I could feel my pussy lips rubbing against the wet cushion. "Umm," I said, "I'll have the ribeye, medium rare, with a side of steak fries and some steamed veggies." Lora smiled and then turned to Shannon. Shannon looked at Lora with a familiar flirtatious smile. I felt a mix of jealousy and exhilaration. What was she thinking? It occurred to me that our last sexual encounter had been a threesome. Was she thinking about another one with our server? Or maybe she was just flirting to flirt?

"Well, darling, what do you recommend?" Shannon asked. Lora returned Shannon's smile and her cheeks turned a little red. Did she know Shannon was flirting?

"Oh," Lora said and bit her lip while thinking (a very sexy gesture that made her even more attractive), "I like the New York strip, barely cooked so it's still bloody, and the Caesar salad with Italian dressing."

"Mmm," Shannon said, "you have great taste. I'll have that." She smiled again, and as the server reached out for her menu, they locked eyes and both smiled. I literally watched Lora's face redden before she turned away.

"I'll get your order put in," she said while looking back over her shoulder at Shannon.

"How do you do that?" I asked.

"What?" Shannon asked.

"You're so charming," I said. "She was loving it."

"Thank you," Shannon said, "and yes, she was. What do you think of her?" The question caught me off guard, but I thought about it.

"She's cute," I said. I took a big drink of my water.

"Would you want to fuck her?" Shannon asked. I nearly choked on my water and stared at her, my eyes wide. "What? It's an honest question. You wanted to fuck me when you saw me, right?" I nodded. "Well, I would definitely fuck her." Shannon took a drink of her water. I turned and looked out into the dining room and spotted our server at the drink station, standing up on her toes to reach the cups. The gesture accentuated her round bottom and strong legs. While watching her, I felt the need to pee, so I relaxed and warmed my seat again. "What do you think?" Shannon asked.

"I mean," I said and cleared my throat. My pussy was getting so wet between the peeing and thinking about all of this. "Yes. I would definitely fuck her." 

"What if I invited her to join us tonight?" Now I knew what she had in mind. I hesitated. "Just like before, you can say no. I'll respect your wishes, and I'll leave here with you, we'll have a great time together." Shannon put her hand on mine. "But I'm going to be honest with you and say that I do want her, and if not tonight, I will come back. But I'd rather include you, as long as she's for it, of course. What do you say?"

I paused and then caught sight of Lora walking towards us with a pitcher of water. "How are we doing, ladies?" she asked. She poured water into my glass and smiled at me.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," Lora said. She turned and poured water into Shannon's glass.

"Lora," Shannon said, "I'm just going to be up front with you, and if you get offended, my friend and I will leave you alone, mind our own business, enjoy our meal, and leave you with a big tip."

"Umm… okay?" Lora said. She seemed confused, but she was also smiling.

"We both think you're very attractive," Shannon said. I felt my face become flushed again. 

"Why thank you," Lora said. "You girls are quite lovely yourselves."

"We were wondering," Shannon said, "if you'd like to come have some drinks with us when your shift is over." I swallowed nervously and my eyes widened, but I also held my breath hoping Lora would not freak out.

"Umm," Lora said as her lips tightened, "Yeah, that sounds like fun." I exhaled a little more loudly than I intended, and Shannon and Lora both looked at me. Lora giggled.

"Great," Shannon said. "What time does your shift end?"

"In a little over thirty minutes," Lora said. 

"Just enough time for us to enjoy our meal," Shannon said. Lora giggled. She stood there for a moment, looking at Shannon, and then her face changed.

"Speaking of, let me go check on that. Should be ready by now." She smiled, but she seemed a little more excited than before. As soon as she walked away, I grinned at Shannon.

"You've got her all flustered," I said.

"That's because she just saw me peeing," Shannon said.

"What?!" I said, surprised. "What if she says something to management?"

"She won't," Shannon said. "Trust me." I was beginning to realize that I had already put a lot of trust into someone I'd known for less than a week.

"Okay," I said, a little nervously. We sat quietly for a few seconds until the silence was broken by the ringing of my cell phone. It was my mother.

"Hey there," I said.

"Hey," Mom said, "I just… mmm… wanted to check in and let you know that I won't be home tonight. Mmm." 

"Yeah, you told me that earlier," I said. I realized Mom sounded strange, like she was distracted, and I thought I could hear someone else breathing. Then it dawned on me what might be happening. "Are you having sex right now?" I asked. Shannon looked at me, grinning with wide eyes.

"Not exactly… ohhh," Mom said, "Not yet, anyway. Mmm." Mom giggled, and I felt a mix of discomfort, jealousy, and joy. It was obvious she was enjoying herself and sounded safe. "He can't keep his hands or lips off of me long enough to let me do anything."

"It's okay, Mom," I said. "I'm staying with someone tonight, as well."

"Really?" Mom said. Then she gasped. "It's Shannon, isn't it? I knew you wanted her again." Now it was my turn to giggle. "Luke, would you hold on, I have to… Oh!" I heard a soft hissing sound followed by my mother's familiar soft sigh of relief and pleasure. "Ohhh, I'm sorry, honey, but I need to go. I'll call you in the morning. Mmm. I love you." I smiled and told her I loved her, too.

"Sounds like your mom is going to have a fun night," Shannon said. I smiled and nodded. "And we will too, very soon," she said. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lora coming over with our food.

To be continued. 

Edited January 2, 2022 by wetwulf

[cjm3rcl1n3 42]

Anna's story just gets hotter and hotter. Wonder if the new server has wet herself out of convenience, including when away from Shannon and Anna.

Also, "a cute petite curl with straight red hair." Um what? 😛

[wetwulf 3,183]

On 12/31/2021 at 7:58 PM, cjm3rcl1n3 said:

Also, "a cute petite curl with straight red hair." Um what? 😛

Fixed it. 🤣

[gldenwetgoose 20,212]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I thought your readers might be interested in a little story from our spring break trip.   There's four of us Sorority Sisters who shared when we were at college and each year we meet again for a bit of a blowout weekend.  This time around we decided to do a roadtrip across the state line and head to Nashville.  Broadway at night is amazing, every bar has shots and loads of cute guys too.

So basically from the moment we arrived we were on a mission - lots of drinking and being wild.  Lots of silly dares and pranks.   Anyway, that's not really what I'm writing about.  What I'm really here for is to tell you the story of our drive home.  You see, during the weekend of all our fun we had a little challenge going on.  Points were being given for each of the dares we did, and a score was kept. Now the thing is, compared to the other girls, I'm the lightweight.  I don't drink as much as them, I don't get as wild and so I sort of ended up coming up in last place.

So, we had our last afternoon sightseeing around town and then lunch.  We all had a burger, fries and a large soda, and just as we were finishing, Poppy announced my forefeit.  We'd all been to the bathroom before we'd eaten, but it was more than a three hour drive home and I wasn't allowed to go pee-pee until after I got dropped off at home.

Now the thing is, I don't know if the girls realised, but actually that challenge is fine by me. You see, I'm always a bit shy in bathrooms and much prefer my own house any day, and it was only three hours - right?  That's what I thought and the first hour and a half wasn't too bad.  Poppy drove the rental car, it was in her name and we chatted about rubbish as normal.  I could feel just the start of my bladder, just starting to feel the tiniest pressure, but nothing major.  Then the traffic on the interstate just stopped.  We must have sat there for half an hour, stopped and then driving at a crawl.  Eventually we passed a wreck, and traffic got back to normal - but the light pressure I'd felt before was getting to be a dull ache now.

Another half hour of chatting and Daisy suddenly said "Does anybody else need the bathroom?".  Katy laughed and said she was getting a little desperate, and before I could say a word Daisy piped up "There's only Jenny that doesn't. Isn't that right Jenny", giving me a poke in the ribs.  "That's right, I'm fine" I lied.

Time passed, the miles ticked by. The fullness and the ache in my bladder got steadily worse and I knew the other girls were suffering too.  Poppy had her knees clenched together and a tight grip on the steering wheel, Daisy had her hands discretely on her lap and was sitting bolt upright and I imagined Kelly would be much the same. All conversation had gone quiet too. I didn't want to think about how long was left before I could get home.  More time ticked by, then Kelly piped up "Can we stop, I'm really busting?"   With that the conversation restarted - all the girls comparing how badly they needed to go.  I couldn't think of anything worse to think about.

Anyway just then Poppy turned off into a rest stop. It was just like a sort of picnic area, no gas station, no bathroom.  But as soon as Poppy pulled up the three doors were open and the three girls jumped out, taking up positions between the car and the bushes.  All except me of course.  I don't think I could have squatted outside like that even if I was allowed, as I said I'm the quiet shy one.  There was nothing shy about the other three in their high squats, sprinkling, gushing and splattering three puddles onto the grass.  I could only watch, a hand now pressed between my thighs not really helping much.

 

It seemed like an age before they were done.  Three napkins thrown on the grass, panties pulled up and back in the car.  "Look Poppy" I said, "I know we've had a load of fun, and I know a forfeit is a forfeit. I promise I'll keep to it - but if you don't want a cleaning charge for this car you really need to get me home".  Poppy looked at me, then squeezed my hand "You've got it Sis.  Hang in there..."

With that we were back on the highway.  I closed my eyes and tried to ignore all the soda sloshing about in my bladder. The seatbelt didn't help.  Closing my eyes didn't help.  The fullness got worse and worse, and I gave up all ideas of shyness and just clamped both hands between my legs.  Anything just to try and put some extra support on my peehole.  Now, we may play pranks on each other, but we're all best mates and the others were brilliant - telling me I could hold on, I could do it and it wasn't far.

Eventually we reached the outskirts of town.  There weren't too many stop lights and Poppy drove to my house first.  As we pulled up outside Kelly said "wait there a minute, let me unlock your door" and Daisy grabbed my bags from the trunk.  There's no way I could have done that myself, I was absolutely frantic by then.  Once my door was open I finally got out of the car, pee dancing as I gave them all a quick hug, then sort of shuffled up the path.  I think I may have leaked a little as I gave them a quick wave as Poppy honked and they drove off.

Finally I was home, and I was alone.  Finally I could do what I'd been wanting to do ever since Nashville.  I pushed the flyscreen shut and relaxed.  At first there was no explosion, no flood. I felt my panties flush with warmth though that tracked first down the back of one thigh and then the other. Then I felt the warm spread and speed up. Finally I was peeing like I'd been desperate to do for so long.  I didn't care I still had my jeans on, didn't care I was standing in my hall and not sitting on my John.  All I cared about was the comforting warmth spreading down my legs, it was intoxicating, it was like....   well let's just say I wasn't in a hurry to get dressed.

So that was my weekend - and let's just say I may just be repeating that forfeit again. Even if I don't lose the challenge.  Thanks for reading.

[Kupar 12,324]

25 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I thought your readers might be interested in a little story from our spring break trip.   There's four of us Sorority Sisters who shared when we were at college and each year we meet again for a bit of a blowout weekend.  This time around we decided to do a roadtrip across the state line and head to Nashville.  Broadway at night is amazing, every bar has shots and loads of cute guys too.

So basically from the moment we arrived we were on a mission - lots of drinking and being wild.  Lots of silly dares and pranks.   Anyway, that's not really what I'm writing about.  What I'm really here for is to tell you the story of our drive home.  You see, during the weekend of all our fun we had a little challenge going on.  Points were being given for each of the dares we did, and a score was kept. Now the thing is, compared to the other girls, I'm the lightweight.  I don't drink as much as them, I don't get as wild and so I sort of ended up coming up in last place.

So, we had our last afternoon sightseeing around town and then lunch.  We all had a burger, fries and a large soda, and just as we were finishing, Poppy announced my forefeit.  We'd all been to the bathroom before we'd eaten, but it was more than a three hour drive home and I wasn't allowed to go pee-pee until after I got dropped off at home.

Now the thing is, I don't know if the girls realised, but actually that challenge is fine by me. You see, I'm always a bit shy in bathrooms and much prefer my own house any day, and it was only three hours - right?  That's what I thought and the first hour and a half wasn't too bad.  Poppy drove the rental car, it was in her name and we chatted about rubbish as normal.  I could feel just the start of my bladder, just starting to feel the tiniest pressure, but nothing major.  Then the traffic on the interstate just stopped.  We must have sat there for half an hour, stopped and then driving at a crawl.  Eventually we passed a wreck, and traffic got back to normal - but the light pressure I'd felt before was getting to be a dull ache now.

Another half hour of chatting and Daisy suddenly said "Does anybody else need the bathroom?".  Katy laughed and said she was getting a little desperate, and before I could say a word Daisy piped up "There's only Jenny that doesn't. Isn't that right Jenny", giving me a poke in the ribs.  "That's right, I'm fine" I lied.

Time passed, the miles ticked by. The fullness and the ache in my bladder got steadily worse and I knew the other girls were suffering too.  Poppy had her knees clenched together and a tight grip on the steering wheel, Daisy had her hands discretely on her lap and was sitting bolt upright and I imagined Kelly would be much the same. All conversation had gone quiet too. I didn't want to think about how long was left before I could get home.  More time ticked by, then Kelly piped up "Can we stop, I'm really busting?"   With that the conversation restarted - all the girls comparing how badly they needed to go.  I couldn't think of anything worse to think about.

Anyway just then Poppy turned off into a rest stop. It was just like a sort of picnic area, no gas station, no bathroom.  But as soon as Poppy pulled up the three doors were open and the three girls jumped out, taking up positions between the car and the bushes.  All except me of course.  I don't think I could have squatted outside like that even if I was allowed, as I said I'm the quiet shy one.  There was nothing shy about the other three in their high squats, sprinkling, gushing and splattering three puddles onto the grass.  I could only watch, a hand now pressed between my thighs not really helping much.

 

It seemed like an age before they were done.  Three napkins thrown on the grass, panties pulled up and back in the car.  "Look Poppy" I said, "I know we've had a load of fun, and I know a forfeit is a forfeit. I promise I'll keep to it - but if you don't want a cleaning charge for this car you really need to get me home".  Poppy looked at me, then squeezed my hand "You've got it Sis.  Hang in there..."

With that we were back on the highway.  I closed my eyes and tried to ignore all the soda sloshing about in my bladder. The seatbelt didn't help.  Closing my eyes didn't help.  The fullness got worse and worse, and I gave up all ideas of shyness and just clamped both hands between my legs.  Anything just to try and put some extra support on my peehole.  Now, we may play pranks on each other, but we're all best mates and the others were brilliant - telling me I could hold on, I could do it and it wasn't far.

Eventually we reached the outskirts of town.  There weren't too many stop lights and Poppy drove to my house first.  As we pulled up outside Kelly said "wait there a minute, let me unlock your door" and Daisy grabbed my bags from the trunk.  There's no way I could have done that myself, I was absolutely frantic by then.  Once my door was open I finally got out of the car, pee dancing as I gave them all a quick hug, then sort of shuffled up the path.  I think I may have leaked a little as I gave them a quick wave as Poppy honked and they drove off.

Finally I was home, and I was alone.  Finally I could do what I'd been wanting to do ever since Nashville.  I pushed the flyscreen shut and relaxed.  At first there was no explosion, no flood. I felt my panties flush with warmth though that tracked first down the back of one thigh and then the other. Then I felt the warm spread and speed up. Finally I was peeing like I'd been desperate to do for so long.  I didn't care I still had my jeans on, didn't care I was standing in my hall and not sitting on my John.  All I cared about was the comforting warmth spreading down my legs, it was intoxicating, it was like....   well let's just say I wasn't in a hurry to get dressed.

So that was my weekend - and let's just say I may just be repeating that forfeit again. Even if I don't lose the challenge.  Thanks for reading.

Love how you build the tension @gldenwetgoose! Masterful storytelling as always, and great illustrations 🙂

[PrincessKaty 11]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

 

I’ve enjoyed naughty peeing for as long as I can remember. My time in college is really when I started to let loose.

My freshman year I had a single dorm so I had plenty of privacy. Bathrooms were down the hall right next to the common area, which was inconvenient. 

The first time I got naughty was an accident. I was sitting at my desk on my desk chair which had a fabric cushion. I was horny so I started to browse porn on my laptop, which led to me stripping down and grabbing my vibrator. 

I propped one leg up on my desk and sat back in my chair, thrusting my vibrator in and out and using it to tease my clit. I felt this pressure building like I had to pee, and I was also nearing climax. 
I couldn’t stop then, and as I orgasmed a giant spurt of pee escaped, splashing my thighs and soaking into the chair. 
 

it felt amazing, and I was so turned on that I relaxed and let myself continue to pee as I rode out my orgasm. Once the waves of pleasure ebbed, I looked around me. My desk chair was completely soaked. Pee dribbled down the sides of the chair and puddles on the tile floor around me. 
 

I was so turned on by how naughty I’d been that I switched the vibrator back on and began to rub my clit again. I slipped two fingers easily inside me, I was very wet at that point, and brought myself to orgasm again. 

That experience was the beginning to my many naughty pee experiences. 

[gldenwetgoose 20,212]

Dear Wet Carpet,

My name is Sheila and I'd like to share a little something that happened to me.

I work in a supermarket as a supervisor.  I'm obviously not going to say which one, but my uniform is sort of and orangey brown top and black trousers, so no prizes for guessing.

Usually I spend my time on the customer service desk, dealing with returned items, lost purses and that sort of thing, but also any time there's a problem on one of the checkouts I go and sort it out.  That's exactly what happened this afternoon.  I was just about to take my afternoon break when the call came over the store loudspeakers "Till Eight, Supervisor Please".  When I got to the till, I found myself facing a very pretty young lady who was also looking very upset. Her face was flushed red, she looked totally embarrassed like she wanted to floor to swallow her up.  In fact she looked like she was about to burst into tears, and it was only her biting her lip that was stopping her.

"Hello, how can I help" I asked, trying to sound comforting and cheery at the same time.

"Erm, I just want to buy these" said the young lady, breaking off her eye contact with the floor just long enough to nod in the direction of the conveyor belt.

I followed her gaze to see the multipack of white cotton briefs sitting in front of the barcode scanner and then I looked up to the young lad sitting at the till.

"That pack's been opened. There's a pair of knickers short. We can't sell them can we?  I was going to get a replacement but this lady insists that she wants to pay for these. But there's only four in there, not five..."

Suddenly it all became clear what had happened and suddenly I realised why the lady was looking so embarrassed and why there was a pair of new panties missing from the packet. In less than two minutes all was sorted, and a much relieved young lady (in every sense) was walking towards the exit.  I managed to catch up with her just before the exit, first of all apologising about the embarrassment my staff had caused. Then I handed her a large carrier bag and whispered quietly that the back of her tight pencil skirt had rather a big patch wet on it, and I didn't want it ruining her car seat.  We ended up chatting for the best part of five minutes - until I got called over the loudspeakers again, this time to liaise with the store cleaner.

I spotted the cleaner just by the customer toilets, so headed straight over.  "These are going to have to be closed" she said, clearly flustered. "Someone's done their business all over the floor. The cheek of some people..."   I looked inside and there was what looked like the contents of a small swimming pool around one of the three cubicles in the ladies.  I glanced into the waste bin and there on top of the screwed up paper towels was a very soggy set of underwear, and I knew immediately where the puddle had come from.  My mind went instantly back to occasions in my wilder days when I'd done pretty much the same thing.  Usually on a night out mind, not after work in a supermarket. Not unless it was for a dare anyway.

 

Anyway, that was all sorted out and cleaned up easily enough.  The rest of my shift was pretty uneventful, but I wish I could say the same about the thoughts rushing around my mind.  Partly I was wondering about the poor girl who'd so nearly made it to the toilet in time, partly wondering how long she'd been in that state.  But partly it opened up thoughts on a whole avenue of my own life I hadn't recalled since my teens, when being desperate wasn't always a nuisance and when sometimes a toilet wasn't white and made out of porcelain...

I'd missed out on my break whilst dealing with the commotion, and I was conscious I normally would have used the ladies.  Instead today I bought a large bottle of juice, sipping on that.  By clocking off time I was definitely feeling full and would normally have paid a visit, but I decided not to.  Instead I decided to hold on.  Standing at the bus stop with a cold breeze blowing I could definitely feel my bladder starting to complain.  The teenage me would have been squirming and giggling with my friends about needing a wee, but not a grown lady.  Instead I clamped my knees together, actually enjoying the feeling of holding. Sitting on the bus I could feel every pothole and bump shaking my bladder, bringing back memories of last-bus rides home from town back in the day.

Finally I reached my stop, and back into the cold night air.  Walking was ok but standing waiting to cross the road was an absolute nightmare.  At last I was home, but why is it the last few yards are always the hardest. Standing on my own doorstep rummaging around in my bag for my keys, knees firmly crossed, I felt a trickle suddenly warm my panties.  It actually felt deliciously good, so warm and comforting.  Inside the door I kicked off my shoes and hung my coat on the bannister, before walking into the bathroom.  I glanced longingly at the toilet, but the young lady's actions of the afternoon were filling my mind.  Instead I turned around and started to run a warm bath - taking all my strength to clamp my bladder tight as the water splashed into the tub.

Next I walked into the kitchen, reached out a glass and poured myself a large gin and tonic.  As I did so I felt another trickle escape, this time feeling it's wet warmth track down the back of my thigh.  I placed a hand against my crotch allowing another leak until I felt warmth against my fingers.  Looking down I could see that my black polyester trousers didn't show a trace of wetness.  My mind flashed back to the shop doorway, me reassuring the young lady, telling her it was OK and happened to all of us, I imagined saying "look it's happening to me".  I imagined my kitchen worktop was actually the counter of the customer service desk at the supermarket, me standing behind it desperately bursting for a wee and a long line of customers waiting in front of me.

With that I just relaxed and let go.  The feeling of those trickles trying to turn into a waterfall was amazing.  The young lady had been wearing some skimpy cotton knickers just like I used to, these days it was much heavier control briefs to hide the effects of the years and they did a pretty good job of restricting my flow. It wasn't a waterfall at all, but just a long sustained steady flow that warmed my bum, legs and pooled around my feet. The relief felt amazing and instantly took me back.  I couldn't imagine for a moment why I'd ever stopped.

 

That was an hour ago, and I'm writing this from my bathtub, with an empty glass next to me.  I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed it.  I'm definitely going to be skipping work breaks more often, and hopefully revisiting my youth a little more.  I can't recommend it highly enough.

Thanks for reading - Sheila. 

 

[Kupar 12,324]

On 1/31/2022 at 3:50 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

My name is Sheila and I'd like to share a little something that happened to me.

I work in a supermarket as a supervisor.  I'm obviously not going to say which one, but my uniform is sort of and orangey brown top and black trousers, so no prizes for guessing.

Usually I spend my time on the customer service desk, dealing with returned items, lost purses and that sort of thing, but also any time there's a problem on one of the checkouts I go and sort it out.  That's exactly what happened this afternoon.  I was just about to take my afternoon break when the call came over the store loudspeakers "Till Eight, Supervisor Please".  When I got to the till, I found myself facing a very pretty young lady who was also looking very upset. Her face was flushed red, she looked totally embarrassed like she wanted to floor to swallow her up.  In fact she looked like she was about to burst into tears, and it was only her biting her lip that was stopping her.

"Hello, how can I help" I asked, trying to sound comforting and cheery at the same time.

"Erm, I just want to buy these" said the young lady, breaking off her eye contact with the floor just long enough to nod in the direction of the conveyor belt.

I followed her gaze to see the multipack of white cotton briefs sitting in front of the barcode scanner and then I looked up to the young lad sitting at the till.

"That pack's been opened. There's a pair of knickers short. We can't sell them can we?  I was going to get a replacement but this lady insists that she wants to pay for these. But there's only four in there, not five..."

Suddenly it all became clear what had happened and suddenly I realised why the lady was looking so embarrassed and why there was a pair of new panties missing from the packet. In less than two minutes all was sorted, and a much relieved young lady (in every sense) was walking towards the exit.  I managed to catch up with her just before the exit, first of all apologising about the embarrassment my staff had caused. Then I handed her a large carrier bag and whispered quietly that the back of her tight pencil skirt had rather a big patch wet on it, and I didn't want it ruining her car seat.  We ended up chatting for the best part of five minutes - until I got called over the loudspeakers again, this time to liaise with the store cleaner.

I spotted the cleaner just by the customer toilets, so headed straight over.  "These are going to have to be closed" she said, clearly flustered. "Someone's done their business all over the floor. The cheek of some people..."   I looked inside and there was what looked like the contents of a small swimming pool around one of the three cubicles in the ladies.  I glanced into the waste bin and there on top of the screwed up paper towels was a very soggy set of underwear, and I knew immediately where the puddle had come from.  My mind went instantly back to occasions in my wilder days when I'd done pretty much the same thing.  Usually on a night out mind, not after work in a supermarket. Not unless it was for a dare anyway.

 

Anyway, that was all sorted out and cleaned up easily enough.  The rest of my shift was pretty uneventful, but I wish I could say the same about the thoughts rushing around my mind.  Partly I was wondering about the poor girl who'd so nearly made it to the toilet in time, partly wondering how long she'd been in that state.  But partly it opened up thoughts on a whole avenue of my own life I hadn't recalled since my teens, when being desperate wasn't always a nuisance and when sometimes a toilet wasn't white and made out of porcelain...

I'd missed out on my break whilst dealing with the commotion, and I was conscious I normally would have used the ladies.  Instead today I bought a large bottle of juice, sipping on that.  By clocking off time I was definitely feeling full and would normally have paid a visit, but I decided not to.  Instead I decided to hold on.  Standing at the bus stop with a cold breeze blowing I could definitely feel my bladder starting to complain.  The teenage me would have been squirming and giggling with my friends about needing a wee, but not a grown lady.  Instead I clamped my knees together, actually enjoying the feeling of holding. Sitting on the bus I could feel every pothole and bump shaking my bladder, bringing back memories of last-bus rides home from town back in the day.

Finally I reached my stop, and back into the cold night air.  Walking was ok but standing waiting to cross the road was an absolute nightmare.  At last I was home, but why is it the last few yards are always the hardest. Standing on my own doorstep rummaging around in my bag for my keys, knees firmly crossed, I felt a trickle suddenly warm my panties.  It actually felt deliciously good, so warm and comforting.  Inside the door I kicked off my shoes and hung my coat on the bannister, before walking into the bathroom.  I glanced longingly at the toilet, but the young lady's actions of the afternoon were filling my mind.  Instead I turned around and started to run a warm bath - taking all my strength to clamp my bladder tight as the water splashed into the tub.

Next I walked into the kitchen, reached out a glass and poured myself a large gin and tonic.  As I did so I felt another trickle escape, this time feeling it's wet warmth track down the back of my thigh.  I placed a hand against my crotch allowing another leak until I felt warmth against my fingers.  Looking down I could see that my black polyester trousers didn't show a trace of wetness.  My mind flashed back to the shop doorway, me reassuring the young lady, telling her it was OK and happened to all of us, I imagined saying "look it's happening to me".  I imagined my kitchen worktop was actually the counter of the customer service desk at the supermarket, me standing behind it desperately bursting for a wee and a long line of customers waiting in front of me.

With that I just relaxed and let go.  The feeling of those trickles trying to turn into a waterfall was amazing.  The young lady had been wearing some skimpy cotton knickers just like I used to, these days it was much heavier control briefs to hide the effects of the years and they did a pretty good job of restricting my flow. It wasn't a waterfall at all, but just a long sustained steady flow that warmed my bum, legs and pooled around my feet. The relief felt amazing and instantly took me back.  I couldn't imagine for a moment why I'd ever stopped.

 

That was an hour ago, and I'm writing this from my bathtub, with an empty glass next to me.  I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed it.  I'm definitely going to be skipping work breaks more often, and hopefully revisiting my youth a little more.  I can't recommend it highly enough.

Thanks for reading - Sheila. 

 

Oh Sheila! What a great thing to have happened to you - bringing it all back, and resulting in you having a lovely evening. I'm sure you made the young lady feel better, and who knows, once she got over the embarrassment she may even remember the relief, and perhaps, yes, the fun. Here's hoping!

[wetwulf 3,183]

This is the next letter from Anna. It contains peeing, wetting, public wetting, masturbation, and sex.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It's Anna again here to continue my story about meeting up with Shannon. I left off with the two of us about to have dinner at a steakhouse after wetting our seats and after Shannon may have successfully flirted with our server.

The food was delicious, of course. Once as we were eating I saw Shannon move in her seat just a bit and then could hear the obvious hissing sound as she peed through her slacks into the booth cushion again. I smiled at her, parted my legs, then relaxed and just let my pee dribble through my skirt, adding to the nice warm puddle beneath me. I was becoming a lot less nervous about soaking the booth cushion. However, my heart fluttered again when our server, Lora, showed up.

"How is your meal, ladies?" Lora asked.

"Delicious," Shannon said, smiling. "Thank you." Shannon glanced at me and then back at Lora. "Hey, um… my name is Shannon, by the way. And… my friend Anna and I were thinking… you've been really sweet, and… well… we're spending the evening out and about, maybe going to see a movie… and thought maybe we'd invite you to join us? If you can?" There was a pause, but Lora was smiling.

"Um… yeah, that sounds like fun," she said. "I get off in an hour. Give me time to get changed, but yeah… I could go out."

"Great!" Shannon said. The joy in her expression was genuine. Then there was another hissing sound that was brief but unmistakable. Shannon just smiled, but I glanced at Lora and realized her eyes were wide with surprise, but she was also smiling. "Oops," Shannon said softly.

Lora giggled, and my heart fluttered again. "Don't worry about it," she whispered. "People spill stuff on these seats all the time. We got a spray in the back that helps evaporate and dry up almost any spill."

"Mmm, really," Shannon said. "And what if we told you this is a regular thing for me and Anna. Would you still be okay hanging out with us?" Another pause but still that sweet smile.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, you seem like fun girls, and I ain't got much else to do this evening except go home to my cats." We all laughed.

"So you live alone?" Shannon asked.

"Yes, I do," Lora said, sighing.

"That's a travesty, a sweetheart like you being alone." Shannon giggled, and her face reddened.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome. So, we will let you get back to work, finish our meals, and then I guess we'll see you back here in a little more than an hour."

"Sounds great!" Lora said, and then she walked away to another nearby table.

"So… this is actually happening," I said.

"Oh yeah," Shannon said. "And if things go well, I think we might get to fuck that girl tonight." I felt the familiar butterflies in my stomach when she said this, and I also felt a small spurt of pee dampen my inner thighs and my skirt.

When we finished our meal, there was still 30 minutes before Lora's clock-out time, so we left a very generous tip as well as a note that said, "See you out front later," and walked up front to pay our bill. Shannon suggested we walk to a nearby convenience store and pick up some bottles of water and a few snacks to hide in her purse since the movie theater's concession prices were usually outrageous. As we walked up to one of the beverage coolers, Shannon pointed down to show me that there were mats in front of each section of coolers. Their bottoms were rubber but the tops were a synthetic fiber of some sort. Shannon opened the cooler door and grabbed three big bottles of water. As she reached, I could just barely hear hissing, so I looked down and saw that she was wetting her leggings. Shannon just smiled at me and closed the cooler door. We walked up front to check out, and I noticed there was a similar floor mat right in front of the checkout counter. I stood as close to the counter as I could and relaxed, letting a few soft dribbles of pee run down my legs to drip silently to the mat at my feet. Then Shannon paid and we left.

We found a bench in a patch of grass just outside the steakhouse and sat there to watch for Lora. There were people walking down the walkway, but this did not seem to bother Shannon as she sighed, and you could hear her pee hissing from her pussy through her leggings. "Ahhh, I love how it just sprays through like that," Shannon said. I probably could have peed, as well, but I wanted to hold it until our next destination.

Not much longer and we spotted Lora coming out the front entrance to the restaurant. She was wearing black Capri pants, sandals, and a gray t-shirt with a low-cut neckline that showed quite a bit of cleavage and really flattered her breasts. Shannon and I both stared and watched her walk out, look around, and then smile as she saw us.

"Hey there ladies," Lora said, giggling.

"Hello there," Shannon said, not at all hiding her admiring stare. Lora's face reddened. "So you really have decided to join us," Shannon said. 

"Yeah, like I said, it sounds like fun," Lora said. "Better than just going home." Shannon also could not hide her excitement. 

"That's great!" Shannon said. Then she glanced at me and grinned. "There's just one more thing, though." I was confused, but then Shannon touched my arm as if comforting me. "My friend Anna here needs proof that you're actually okay with our peeing habit."

"Proof?" Lora asked. "Like… you want me to pee, too?"

"More specifically," Shannon said, "we want you to wet yourself."

"Right here?" Lora asked.

"Well," Shannon said, "if you're too nervous to do it right here in front of the restaurant, we can walk over to those benches. Anna and I peed there just before you came out."

We wandered over to one of the benches that was far enough from the road that we could sit inconspicuously but was also facing the road so we could still see people walking by. Lora looked nervous, but she followed Shannon's lead and sat next to her in the middle of the long bench with Shannon to her left. I sat to Lora's right.

"I don't really want to pull my pants down out here," Lora said.

"Who said anything about pulling your pants down?" Shannon said. Then I heard her sigh and a very faint hissing sound, and both Lora and I looked and saw both the expression of relief on Shannon's face and the crotch of her leggings glistening with pee. "Just let it out like that," Shannon said. Lora was staring with an expression that seemed both surprised and intrigued. "Your pants are black like mine, so as long as no one comes right over here and looks at us, no one is going to know but us."

Lora still looked unsure, so since I felt I could pee again, I decided to ease her mind. "It really is easy to get away with it," I said. "Especially with skirts." I opened my legs just enough to be able to relax and then I let go. My warm pee squirted out with a quick messy spray that soaked my crotch and my inner thighs. I could hear it, and I was sure Lora could, as well.

"Oh my god, watching you two pee is making me have to go," Lora said.

"Good," Shannon said. "Just sit back, relax, and let it go." Lora still looked uncomfortable, but she obeyed and leaned her back against the bench.

"I can't hold it anymore," Lora said, and then she whined softly, a very sexy sound, and the crotch of her Capri pants glistened as her pee burst out of her with a loud hiss. She moaned, and I could tell she was trying to keep it together as she peed fully into her pants.

"That's it," Shannon said. "Let go and enjoy it."

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Mmm… warm… amazing…," Lora said. "Ohhh." She closed her eyes for just a moment as the hissing sound decreased but there was still a slight glistening in the crotch of her pants.

"Now you understand why we enjoy it do much," Shannon said.

"I do," Lora said. "And it feels naughty knowing that there are people around, and they have no idea."

"Right?" I said. "That's one of my favorite things, the naughty secrecy of it. Shannon is a little more brazen than me." Shannon smiled and shrugged.

"Well, since I'm so brazen, I'm just going to come right out with it," Shannon said. "My friend Anna and I both find you very attractive, and now that we know for sure that you're cool with our peeing kink, we would like to take you out and yes, if you're up for it, maybe spend a night together." I was a little surprised Shannon didn't outright tell her we wanted to fuck her, but I smiled in agreement. "We're both single. I was engaged, and he gave me two beautiful twins but wasn't as cool as he thought with my bisexuality, so we split up. Anna here has remained single for some time by choice. And we like to have fun. How does that sound to you?" There was a pause, and then we heard Lora sigh followed by another soft hissing sound.

"What do you think?" she said, smiling.

"Great!" Shannon said. "We were going to go see a movie." Shannon leaned closer to Lora and whispered, "Spoiler alert: we're not there for the movie." Lora's eyes widened, but she was smiling, and we could tell she was intrigued. "Let's go," Shannon said as she stood up. Lora and I stood up, and all three of us started our walk to the theater.

We stopped by a small drink and snack cart and bought some big bottles of water, one for each of us. Shannon was already screwing the cap from her bottle and started taking big swigs while we walked. Then she spoke up. "So tell us a little about yourself, Lora." Shannon asked. 

"Not much to say, really," Lora said. "I'm just a regular girl. I just finished college, not having much luck finding work other than waiting tables."

"I know that feeling," Shannon said. I felt a small bit of jealousy at their connection, but then I remembered that Shannon was including me in her plan to seduce Lora, once again introducing me to a new and invigorating experience. "So do you live alone?"

"I do," Lora said. She didn't sound sad about it or disappointed.

"No man in your life… or woman?" Shannon asked. Lora laughed softly.

"No," Lora said. "And to answer your implied question… I would say I am still actively exploring my options."

"I see," Shannon said. "Well then, we are blessed to be part of your… exploration." Shannon's use of the term "we" washed away any jealousy I had been feeling.

"I kind of need to pee again," Lora said.

"Can you hold it until we get to the theater?" I asked. "It will be worth it, trust me."

"Um, yeah," Lora said. "I can try." We weren't much further from the theater, and I could barely contain my excitement at the possibility of this gorgeous girl exploding piss all over a movie theater seat, very likely as I soaked my own seat. I glanced at Shannon and saw a similar expression of anticipation.

"So was that your first time doing anything like this, wetting yourself I mean?" Shannon asked.

"Yes," Lora said. "On purpose anyway. I've had accidents before, but I've never deliberately wet myself like that, especially not in front of other people."

"Do you think it's something you want to do again?" Shannon asked. Her confidence asking all these questions impressed me. She was so calm and inviting. I knew Lora would answer honestly.

"I guess we'll find out soon, won't we?" Lora said. We laughed.

"Without a doubt," Shannon said. We turned a corner and finally stepped across the street and could see the movie theater at the end of the street we were on. I heard Lora make a soft groaning sound. I felt my own need to pee creeping up, almost as if the sight of the theater triggered my need to go. It was obvious all my wetting habits had changed my body's wants and desires, as if every part of me was beginning to see so many places I had been as appropriate places to pee. The feeling got even stronger as we walked through the parking lot and to the wide entrance to the movie theater.

There were only maybe five or six people in the main lobby, not including the employees behind the counter. We walked up to the ticket counter. As soon as we stopped, I heard Lora make a soft squeaking sound.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She leaned close to me.

"I just leaked a little bit. If this takes much longer, I'm going to have to run to the bathroom or risk pissing myself right here." Shannon quickly asked for three tickets to some random Romcom I had heard of but really had no desire to see. I assumed she chose it because it would be less crowded, if anyone was seeing it at all. She paid for all three of us with cash, and we didn't object since it was obvious Lora was about to explode.

"Can you hold it long enough to order some refreshments?" Shannon asked. Lora nodded, and we approached the concession stand. Shannon ordered herself a medium popcorn and a water, and Lora ordered the same. I asked for a water and some nachos and cheese, as well as a small popcorn. Lora was standing with her legs clenched, but luckily the guy behind the counter worked quickly to prepare our food.

We walked down the hallway, past the ticket taker, and found our theater to the left. I felt another twinge in my bladder as we made our way closer to one of the theaters near the end of the hall. We walked in and were pleased to see that even though the previews had started, the theater was completely empty. Shannon led us all the way to the top. Lora was groaning again, so we hurried and scooted down the aisle to the seats in the center. Lora sat between me and Shannon. Once we sat down, Shannon smiled at Lora.

"Okay," Shannon said. "This is your moment."

"What do you mean?" Lora asked.

"I know you have to pee, so pee."

"Are you serious?" Lora asked. "Like… anywhere I want?"

"Yes," Shannon said. "And any way you want. There's no one here but us, and trust me when I say this is one of the best places to get away with it, as long as no other customers come in, we can enjoy ourselves right here." Lora was biting her lip, and she made that same desperate whining sound.

"It's going to be a lot," Lora said.

"That's okay," Shannon said. "If you're worried about a mess, these seats soak up a lot."

"I can't hold it anymore anyway," Lora said. "I'm leaking. Oh my god." At that, Lora desperately unsnapped her Capri pants, raised her bottom, and yanked them down her round hips without even trying to unzip them and pulled them and her panties down to her thighs. She was already dribbling onto the seat as she removed her clothes, and as she scooted forward she gasped as a strong burst of pee sprayed out of her, splashing first the seat and then the floor. "Ohhhh my god that feels so much better. Ohhh." Lora wasn't lying when she said it was going to be a lot. She was still peeing full force. Even with the noise of the movie previews, we could hear her warm piss hissing loudly out of her and splashing onto the floor, some of it even splashing the seat in front of her.

As Lora continued peeing, Shannon gently nudged her back. "Sit back and relax," Shann said. Still peeing, Lora rested her bottom onto the cushioned seat, only slightly muffling the hiss of her pee as she pissed directly into her seat.

"Oh my god that feels good. Mmm." Almost as soon as her bare ass touched that cushion, Lora became like a different person. Her mouth was open wide in an expression of pure pleasure and she was slowly rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy against the soaked cushion as she kept peeing. Her flow of pee was becoming a steady dribble but was still enough that we could see the shiny wetness in the seat. With her right hand, Lora pulled down the collar of her shirt, reached in, carefully slid out one of her breasts, and started caressing it. She was moving her hips a little more vigorously and moaning.

Watching her, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my pee much longer, but for now I was taking in the sight of this plump but beautiful girl giving in to the pleasure of pissing herself freely and the feel of her bare pussy against a sodden seat, just as I had done many times. I also saw Shannon slide her own leggings down, and soon she was relaxing in her seat, as well. Shannon moaned and a steady flow of pee splashed out of her and onto the seat cushion.

Lora turned and watched Shannon's pee as it dribbled out and slowly soaked into the seat. Lora was still moving her hips and caressing her breast, so in a moment of pure arousal I leaned over and placed my mouth over her nipple. She gasped and looked at me, but she didn't protest or move away. As I kissed her breast and licked at her nipple, I also slid my skirt up. I moaned at the familiar feeling of the seat fabric against my bare bottom. Then I sighed and released my bladder, feeling my warm pee burst out of me and splash the seat beneath me, soaking my bottom and slowly absorbing into the cushion.

I could see Shannon moving and realized she was reaching over to touch Lora's pussy. Once she did, Lora gasped again and her eyes widened with shock, but she still did not protest. Instead, she reclined more in her seat and opened her legs wider. "Oh fuck you two are driving me crazy. Mmm," Lora said. Then she reached out and with her right hand she touched my pussy, not seeming to care that I was still peeing, and with her left she reached out and touched Shannon's pussy.

By now, all three of us had stopped peeing, but we were giving in to the erotic feeling of pleasuring one another. I was still kissing Lora's breast, and Shannon had sat up and was kissing Lora's neckline and shoulder, so it was no surprise that Lora was the first to start gasping as she began bucking her hips again. "Oh fuck. I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna cum!" As Lora's panting started to rise to near screaming, Shannon leaned over and kissed her to stifle her screams as she rubbed Lora's pussy furiously. Suddenly, a messy stream sprayed from Lora's crotch as she squirted, making a mess all over Shannon's hand, her own legs, the seat, and the floor.

Lora relaxed back into her seat. "My god that was amazing," she said. Then she smiled at both of us. "Your turn," she said. Now that she was satisfied she returned her focus to rubbing our pussies. Shannon and I both relaxed in our seats and enjoyed the erotic feeling of her fingers caressing our pussies. I reached into my shirt and caressed my right breast and looked over at Shannon, whose eyes were closed in pure ecstasy. Shannon opened her mouth and sighed and another steady stream of pee flowed out of her. Lora did not stop rubbing, however, and it must have been this renewed wetness that set Shannon to the edge. She started gasping, and I watched her bite her lip to hold back her scream as she climaxed, bucking her hips against Lora's rubbing fingers.

I could feel my own orgasm getting very close, and now that Shannon had climaxed, Lora turned all of her focus to me. Then I was surprised as Shannon got up and carefully scooted past Lora and me to sit in the seat to my right. I was now between them. Shannon leaned over and started to kiss my neck as Lora kept rubbing my pussy. Then Lora turned her body so that she could also lean over and kiss my left shoulder. Shannon reached into my shirt and removed my right breast and started to suck on my nipple and lick around my areola.

"Mmm," I moaned. "Oh fuck yes." Then, even more surprising, Shannon reached down and placed her own fingers into my pussy, just beneath where Lora's fingers were. So now Lora's fingers were caressing my clitoris while Shannon's fingers were probing into my pussy. I gasped. "Oh my god! Keep doing that. Ohhh shit." They obeyed, and as I started to buck my hips and get closer and closer to orgasm, Shannon leaned closer and kissed me deeply, still rubbing my pussy. I cried out as she kissed me, feeling my body wracked with erotic pleasure as I climaxed.

Just as both of them removed their hands, I slumped into the seat, overwhelmed and overjoyed. I had to pee again, so I just let it happen, feeling my warm pee soak directly into the seat.

"You ladies want to ditch the movie and go to my place?" Lora asked. Shannon and I both smiled.

"Definitely," I said. We got up and walked down the aisle. Then Lora paused at the end and stood close to the wall.

"Hold on, I have to pee again," she said, "and I've always wanted to know what this would feel like." I was confused until we watched her pull her leggings and panties down and then scoot her bottom back until it was touching the wall. The walls of this theater were made of some kind of fabric material, and honestly I had never considered what it might feel like to piss on it. I made a note to try it next time. "Okay, here it comes," Lora said. Soon, we heard the hiss and she gasped. "Ohhh, that's nice," she said. "It's slowly dribbling down to the backs of my legs. Mmm." The hissing didn't last long, but Lora rubbed her ass back and forth as if wiping her pussy on the wall. "Okay, we can go now." We walked out of there quickly, all three of us unable to hide our excitement.

That's all for now. More to come soon. 

Edited March 2, 2022 by wetwulf

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a blonde divorcee in my 40s. This is me....

I work as a secretary at a law firm, which is where I met my former husband, but I found him boring after a while, especially in the bedroom, and we grew apart. So once the kids grew up and left home, we divorced.

Well I have been seeing this younger guy who works in banking - he's in his 30s - and he is a lot more fun. For one thing he introduced me to this magazine. It had never occurred to me that peeing could be so much fun. His particular thing is that whenever I am stopping over at his place he likes to have me pee on the carpet beside his bed. Well it is not my carpet and if he is happy to let me do it why not? It is actually incredibly erotic to be squatting over the floor beside the bed in some guy's bedroom, and peeing on the carpet right in front of him as he watches. The hissy sound and the sound of it splashing down onto the fabric is a surprisingly good turn on. It is in fact very erotically enjoyable to not bother going to the toilet and just pee on the carpet right there instead. Sometimes the puddle I make can be huge, lol

His room does have a certain aroma to it now, but he doesn't seem to mind. 

The whole thing feels quite liberating and naughty. When I think about it, I can hardly believe that an adult middle aged - and previously wholly respectable - woman like me has started peeing on some pervy guy's carpet for pleasure. But the very outrageousness of it just adds to the thrill. 

And the beauty of it is that it is not my house and not my carpet so I never have to bother cleaning it up. But then again, neither does he, hence the aroma. Which in a way just adds a constant reminder of my naughtiness whenever we are having sex in his bedroom.

Whenever I am stopping at his place, the last thing I do before we crash out is pee beside his bed right there on the carpet. And the first thing I do when I get up in the morning is pee on his carpet. And if I need to go in the night it is just so much more convenient to pee right there on the carpet too. 

Loving life right now, lol.

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On 3/3/2022 at 2:28 AM, steve25805 said:

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a blonde divorcee in my 40s. This is me....

I work as a secretary at a law firm, which is where I met my former husband, but I found him boring after a while, especially in the bedroom, and we grew apart. So once the kids grew up and left home, we divorced.

Well I have been seeing this younger guy who works in banking - he's in his 30s - and he is a lot more fun. For one thing he introduced me to this magazine. It had never occurred to me that peeing could be so much fun. His particular thing is that whenever I am stopping over at his place he likes to have me pee on the carpet beside his bed. Well it is not my carpet and if he is happy to let me do it why not? It is actually incredibly erotic to be squatting over the floor beside the bed in some guy's bedroom, and peeing on the carpet right in front of him as he watches. The hissy sound and the sound of it splashing down onto the fabric is a surprisingly good turn on. It is in fact very erotically enjoyable to not bother going to the toilet and just pee on the carpet right there instead. Sometimes the puddle I make can be huge, lol

His room does have a certain aroma to it now, but he doesn't seem to mind. 

The whole thing feels quite liberating and naughty. When I think about it, I can hardly believe that an adult middle aged - and previously wholly respectable - woman like me has started peeing on some pervy guy's carpet for pleasure. But the very outrageousness of it just adds to the thrill. 

And the beauty of it is that it is not my house and not my carpet so I never have to bother cleaning it up. But then again, neither does he, hence the aroma. Which in a way just adds a constant reminder of my naughtiness whenever we are having sex in his bedroom.

Whenever I am stopping at his place, the last thing I do before we crash out is pee beside his bed right there on the carpet. And the first thing I do when I get up in the morning is pee on his carpet. And if I need to go in the night it is just so much more convenient to pee right there on the carpet too. 

Loving life right now, lol.

Hot story 🙂

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On 3/1/2022 at 11:28 PM, wetwulf said:

This is the next letter from Anna. It contains peeing, wetting, public wetting, masturbation, and sex.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It's Anna again here to continue my story about meeting up with Shannon. I left off with the two of us about to have dinner at a steakhouse after wetting our seats and after Shannon may have successfully flirted with our server.

The food was delicious, of course. Once as we were eating I saw Shannon move in her seat just a bit and then could hear the obvious hissing sound as she peed through her slacks into the booth cushion again. I smiled at her, parted my legs, then relaxed and just let my pee dribble through my skirt, adding to the nice warm puddle beneath me. I was becoming a lot less nervous about soaking the booth cushion. However, my heart fluttered again when our server, Lora, showed up.

"How is your meal, ladies?" Lora asked.

"Delicious," Shannon said, smiling. "Thank you." Shannon glanced at me and then back at Lora. "Hey, um… my name is Shannon, by the way. And… my friend Anna and I were thinking… you've been really sweet, and… well… we're spending the evening out and about, maybe going to see a movie… and thought maybe we'd invite you to join us? If you can?" There was a pause, but Lora was smiling.

"Um… yeah, that sounds like fun," she said. "I get off in an hour. Give me time to get changed, but yeah… I could go out."

"Great!" Shannon said. The joy in her expression was genuine. Then there was another hissing sound that was brief but unmistakable. Shannon just smiled, but I glanced at Lora and realized her eyes were wide with surprise, but she was also smiling. "Oops," Shannon said softly.

Lora giggled, and my heart fluttered again. "Don't worry about it," she whispered. "People spill stuff on these seats all the time. We got a spray in the back that helps evaporate and dry up almost any spill."

"Mmm, really," Shannon said. "And what if we told you this is a regular thing for me and Anna. Would you still be okay hanging out with us?" Another pause but still that sweet smile.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, you seem like fun girls, and I ain't got much else to do this evening except go home to my cats." We all laughed.

"So you live alone?" Shannon asked.

"Yes, I do," Lora said, sighing.

"That's a travesty, a sweetheart like you being alone." Shannon giggled, and her face reddened.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome. So, we will let you get back to work, finish our meals, and then I guess we'll see you back here in a little more than an hour."

"Sounds great!" Lora said, and then she walked away to another nearby table.

"So… this is actually happening," I said.

"Oh yeah," Shannon said. "And if things go well, I think we might get to fuck that girl tonight." I felt the familiar butterflies in my stomach when she said this, and I also felt a small spurt of pee dampen my inner thighs and my skirt.

When we finished our meal, there was still 30 minutes before Lora's clock-out time, so we left a very generous tip as well as a note that said, "See you out front later," and walked up front to pay our bill. Shannon suggested we walk to a nearby convenience store and pick up some bottles of water and a few snacks to hide in her purse since the movie theater's concession prices were usually outrageous. As we walked up to one of the beverage coolers, Shannon pointed down to show me that there were mats in front of each section of coolers. Their bottoms were rubber but the tops were a synthetic fiber of some sort. Shannon opened the cooler door and grabbed three big bottles of water. As she reached, I could just barely hear hissing, so I looked down and saw that she was wetting her leggings. Shannon just smiled at me and closed the cooler door. We walked up front to check out, and I noticed there was a similar floor mat right in front of the checkout counter. I stood as close to the counter as I could and relaxed, letting a few soft dribbles of pee run down my legs to drip silently to the mat at my feet. Then Shannon paid and we left.

We found a bench in a patch of grass just outside the steakhouse and sat there to watch for Lora. There were people walking down the walkway, but this did not seem to bother Shannon as she sighed, and you could hear her pee hissing from her pussy through her leggings. "Ahhh, I love how it just sprays through like that," Shannon said. I probably could have peed, as well, but I wanted to hold it until our next destination.

Not much longer and we spotted Lora coming out the front entrance to the restaurant. She was wearing black Capri pants, sandals, and a gray t-shirt with a low-cut neckline that showed quite a bit of cleavage and really flattered her breasts. Shannon and I both stared and watched her walk out, look around, and then smile as she saw us.

"Hey there ladies," Lora said, giggling.

"Hello there," Shannon said, not at all hiding her admiring stare. Lora's face reddened. "So you really have decided to join us," Shannon said. 

"Yeah, like I said, it sounds like fun," Lora said. "Better than just going home." Shannon also could not hide her excitement. 

"That's great!" Shannon said. Then she glanced at me and grinned. "There's just one more thing, though." I was confused, but then Shannon touched my arm as if comforting me. "My friend Anna here needs proof that you're actually okay with our peeing habit."

"Proof?" Lora asked. "Like… you want me to pee, too?"

"More specifically," Shannon said, "we want you to wet yourself."

"Right here?" Lora asked.

"Well," Shannon said, "if you're too nervous to do it right here in front of the restaurant, we can walk over to those benches. Anna and I peed there just before you came out."

We wandered over to one of the benches that was far enough from the road that we could sit inconspicuously but was also facing the road so we could still see people walking by. Lora looked nervous, but she followed Shannon's lead and sat next to her in the middle of the long bench with Shannon to her left. I sat to Lora's right.

"I don't really want to pull my pants down out here," Lora said.

"Who said anything about pulling your pants down?" Shannon said. Then I heard her sigh and a very faint hissing sound, and both Lora and I looked and saw both the expression of relief on Shannon's face and the crotch of her leggings glistening with pee. "Just let it out like that," Shannon said. Lora was staring with an expression that seemed both surprised and intrigued. "Your pants are black like mine, so as long as no one comes right over here and looks at us, no one is going to know but us."

Lora still looked unsure, so since I felt I could pee again, I decided to ease her mind. "It really is easy to get away with it," I said. "Especially with skirts." I opened my legs just enough to be able to relax and then I let go. My warm pee squirted out with a quick messy spray that soaked my crotch and my inner thighs. I could hear it, and I was sure Lora could, as well.

"Oh my god, watching you two pee is making me have to go," Lora said.

"Good," Shannon said. "Just sit back, relax, and let it go." Lora still looked uncomfortable, but she obeyed and leaned her back against the bench.

"I can't hold it anymore," Lora said, and then she whined softly, a very sexy sound, and the crotch of her Capri pants glistened as her pee burst out of her with a loud hiss. She moaned, and I could tell she was trying to keep it together as she peed fully into her pants.

"That's it," Shannon said. "Let go and enjoy it."

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Mmm… warm… amazing…," Lora said. "Ohhh." She closed her eyes for just a moment as the hissing sound decreased but there was still a slight glistening in the crotch of her pants.

"Now you understand why we enjoy it do much," Shannon said.

"I do," Lora said. "And it feels naughty knowing that there are people around, and they have no idea."

"Right?" I said. "That's one of my favorite things, the naughty secrecy of it. Shannon is a little more brazen than me." Shannon smiled and shrugged.

"Well, since I'm so brazen, I'm just going to come right out with it," Shannon said. "My friend Anna and I both find you very attractive, and now that we know for sure that you're cool with our peeing kink, we would like to take you out and yes, if you're up for it, maybe spend a night together." I was a little surprised Shannon didn't outright tell her we wanted to fuck her, but I smiled in agreement. "We're both single. I was engaged, and he gave me two beautiful twins but wasn't as cool as he thought with my bisexuality, so we split up. Anna here has remained single for some time by choice. And we like to have fun. How does that sound to you?" There was a pause, and then we heard Lora sigh followed by another soft hissing sound.

"What do you think?" she said, smiling.

"Great!" Shannon said. "We were going to go see a movie." Shannon leaned closer to Lora and whispered, "Spoiler alert: we're not there for the movie." Lora's eyes widened, but she was smiling, and we could tell she was intrigued. "Let's go," Shannon said as she stood up. Lora and I stood up, and all three of us started our walk to the theater.

We stopped by a small drink and snack cart and bought some big bottles of water, one for each of us. Shannon was already screwing the cap from her bottle and started taking big swigs while we walked. Then she spoke up. "So tell us a little about yourself, Lora." Shannon asked. 

"Not much to say, really," Lora said. "I'm just a regular girl. I just finished college, not having much luck finding work other than waiting tables."

"I know that feeling," Shannon said. I felt a small bit of jealousy at their connection, but then I remembered that Shannon was including me in her plan to seduce Lora, once again introducing me to a new and invigorating experience. "So do you live alone?"

"I do," Lora said. She didn't sound sad about it or disappointed.

"No man in your life… or woman?" Shannon asked. Lora laughed softly.

"No," Lora said. "And to answer your implied question… I would say I am still actively exploring my options."

"I see," Shannon said. "Well then, we are blessed to be part of your… exploration." Shannon's use of the term "we" washed away any jealousy I had been feeling.

"I kind of need to pee again," Lora said.

"Can you hold it until we get to the theater?" I asked. "It will be worth it, trust me."

"Um, yeah," Lora said. "I can try." We weren't much further from the theater, and I could barely contain my excitement at the possibility of this gorgeous girl exploding piss all over a movie theater seat, very likely as I soaked my own seat. I glanced at Shannon and saw a similar expression of anticipation.

"So was that your first time doing anything like this, wetting yourself I mean?" Shannon asked.

"Yes," Lora said. "On purpose anyway. I've had accidents before, but I've never deliberately wet myself like that, especially not in front of other people."

"Do you think it's something you want to do again?" Shannon asked. Her confidence asking all these questions impressed me. She was so calm and inviting. I knew Lora would answer honestly.

"I guess we'll find out soon, won't we?" Lora said. We laughed.

"Without a doubt," Shannon said. We turned a corner and finally stepped across the street and could see the movie theater at the end of the street we were on. I heard Lora make a soft groaning sound. I felt my own need to pee creeping up, almost as if the sight of the theater triggered my need to go. It was obvious all my wetting habits had changed my body's wants and desires, as if every part of me was beginning to see so many places I had been as appropriate places to pee. The feeling got even stronger as we walked through the parking lot and to the wide entrance to the movie theater.

There were only maybe five or six people in the main lobby, not including the employees behind the counter. We walked up to the ticket counter. As soon as we stopped, I heard Lora make a soft squeaking sound.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She leaned close to me.

"I just leaked a little bit. If this takes much longer, I'm going to have to run to the bathroom or risk pissing myself right here." Shannon quickly asked for three tickets to some random Romcom I had heard of but really had no desire to see. I assumed she chose it because it would be less crowded, if anyone was seeing it at all. She paid for all three of us with cash, and we didn't object since it was obvious Lora was about to explode.

"Can you hold it long enough to order some refreshments?" Shannon asked. Lora nodded, and we approached the concession stand. Shannon ordered herself a medium popcorn and a water, and Lora ordered the same. I asked for a water and some nachos and cheese, as well as a small popcorn. Lora was standing with her legs clenched, but luckily the guy behind the counter worked quickly to prepare our food.

We walked down the hallway, past the ticket taker, and found our theater to the left. I felt another twinge in my bladder as we made our way closer to one of the theaters near the end of the hall. We walked in and were pleased to see that even though the previews had started, the theater was completely empty. Shannon led us all the way to the top. Lora was groaning again, so we hurried and scooted down the aisle to the seats in the center. Lora sat between me and Shannon. Once we sat down, Shannon smiled at Lora.

"Okay," Shannon said. "This is your moment."

"What do you mean?" Lora asked.

"I know you have to pee, so pee."

"Are you serious?" Lora asked. "Like… anywhere I want?"

"Yes," Shannon said. "And any way you want. There's no one here but us, and trust me when I say this is one of the best places to get away with it, as long as no other customers come in, we can enjoy ourselves right here." Lora was biting her lip, and she made that same desperate whining sound.

"It's going to be a lot," Lora said.

"That's okay," Shannon said. "If you're worried about a mess, these seats soak up a lot."

"I can't hold it anymore anyway," Lora said. "I'm leaking. Oh my god." At that, Lora desperately unsnapped her Capri pants, raised her bottom, and yanked them down her round hips without even trying to unzip them and pulled them and her panties down to her thighs. She was already dribbling onto the seat as she removed her clothes, and as she scooted forward she gasped as a strong burst of pee sprayed out of her, splashing first the seat and then the floor. "Ohhhh my god that feels so much better. Ohhh." Lora wasn't lying when she said it was going to be a lot. She was still peeing full force. Even with the noise of the movie previews, we could hear her warm piss hissing loudly out of her and splashing onto the floor, some of it even splashing the seat in front of her.

As Lora continued peeing, Shannon gently nudged her back. "Sit back and relax," Shann said. Still peeing, Lora rested her bottom onto the cushioned seat, only slightly muffling the hiss of her pee as she pissed directly into her seat.

"Oh my god that feels good. Mmm." Almost as soon as her bare ass touched that cushion, Lora became like a different person. Her mouth was open wide in an expression of pure pleasure and she was slowly rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy against the soaked cushion as she kept peeing. Her flow of pee was becoming a steady dribble but was still enough that we could see the shiny wetness in the seat. With her right hand, Lora pulled down the collar of her shirt, reached in, carefully slid out one of her breasts, and started caressing it. She was moving her hips a little more vigorously and moaning.

Watching her, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my pee much longer, but for now I was taking in the sight of this plump but beautiful girl giving in to the pleasure of pissing herself freely and the feel of her bare pussy against a sodden seat, just as I had done many times. I also saw Shannon slide her own leggings down, and soon she was relaxing in her seat, as well. Shannon moaned and a steady flow of pee splashed out of her and onto the seat cushion.

Lora turned and watched Shannon's pee as it dribbled out and slowly soaked into the seat. Lora was still moving her hips and caressing her breast, so in a moment of pure arousal I leaned over and placed my mouth over her nipple. She gasped and looked at me, but she didn't protest or move away. As I kissed her breast and licked at her nipple, I also slid my skirt up. I moaned at the familiar feeling of the seat fabric against my bare bottom. Then I sighed and released my bladder, feeling my warm pee burst out of me and splash the seat beneath me, soaking my bottom and slowly absorbing into the cushion.

I could see Shannon moving and realized she was reaching over to touch Lora's pussy. Once she did, Lora gasped again and her eyes widened with shock, but she still did not protest. Instead, she reclined more in her seat and opened her legs wider. "Oh fuck you two are driving me crazy. Mmm," Lora said. Then she reached out and with her right hand she touched my pussy, not seeming to care that I was still peeing, and with her left she reached out and touched Shannon's pussy.

By now, all three of us had stopped peeing, but we were giving in to the erotic feeling of pleasuring one another. I was still kissing Lora's breast, and Shannon had sat up and was kissing Lora's neckline and shoulder, so it was no surprise that Lora was the first to start gasping as she began bucking her hips again. "Oh fuck. I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna cum!" As Lora's panting started to rise to near screaming, Shannon leaned over and kissed her to stifle her screams as she rubbed Lora's pussy furiously. Suddenly, a messy stream sprayed from Lora's crotch as she squirted, making a mess all over Shannon's hand, her own legs, the seat, and the floor.

Lora relaxed back into her seat. "My god that was amazing," she said. Then she smiled at both of us. "Your turn," she said. Now that she was satisfied she returned her focus to rubbing our pussies. Shannon and I both relaxed in our seats and enjoyed the erotic feeling of her fingers caressing our pussies. I reached into my shirt and caressed my right breast and looked over at Shannon, whose eyes were closed in pure ecstasy. Shannon opened her mouth and sighed and another steady stream of pee flowed out of her. Lora did not stop rubbing, however, and it must have been this renewed wetness that set Shannon to the edge. She started gasping, and I watched her bite her lip to hold back her scream as she climaxed, bucking her hips against Lora's rubbing fingers.

I could feel my own orgasm getting very close, and now that Shannon had climaxed, Lora turned all of her focus to me. Then I was surprised as Shannon got up and carefully scooted past Lora and me to sit in the seat to my right. I was now between them. Shannon leaned over and started to kiss my neck as Lora kept rubbing my pussy. Then Lora turned her body so that she could also lean over and kiss my left shoulder. Shannon reached into my shirt and removed my right breast and started to suck on my nipple and lick around my areola.

"Mmm," I moaned. "Oh fuck yes." Then, even more surprising, Shannon reached down and placed her own fingers into my pussy, just beneath where Lora's fingers were. So now Lora's fingers were caressing my clitoris while Shannon's fingers were probing into my pussy. I gasped. "Oh my god! Keep doing that. Ohhh shit." They obeyed, and as I started to buck my hips and get closer and closer to orgasm, Shannon leaned closer and kissed me deeply, still rubbing my pussy. I cried out as she kissed me, feeling my body wracked with erotic pleasure as I climaxed.

Just as both of them removed their hands, I slumped into the seat, overwhelmed and overjoyed. I had to pee again, so I just let it happen, feeling my warm pee soak directly into the seat.

"You ladies want to ditch the movie and go to my place?" Lora asked. Shannon and I both smiled.

"Definitely," I said. We got up and walked down the aisle. Then Lora paused at the end and stood close to the wall.

"Hold on, I have to pee again," she said, "and I've always wanted to know what this would feel like." I was confused until we watched her pull her leggings and panties down and then scoot her bottom back until it was touching the wall. The walls of this theater were made of some kind of fabric material, and honestly I had never considered what it might feel like to piss on it. I made a note to try it next time. "Okay, here it comes," Lora said. Soon, we heard the hiss and she gasped. "Ohhh, that's nice," she said. "It's slowly dribbling down to the backs of my legs. Mmm." The hissing didn't last long, but Lora rubbed her ass back and forth as if wiping her pussy on the wall. "Okay, we can go now." We walked out of there quickly, all three of us unable to hide our excitement.

That's all for now. More to come soon. 

Each chapter is hotter than the last. Are you TRYING to set the internet on fire? lol. Thanks, keep 'em cumming - er, I mean coming. 😄

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a 20 year old student called Melissa who has never written in before, mostly because I can't be doing with long letters. But here's a short one about a pissing adventure I had last night.

I was drinking down the pub with a male student my age and we were kind of hitting it off and I ended up going back to his digs with him. By the time we got to his place we were both desperate for a piss - should have done it in the back lane on the way back. His door opened into a kitchen and the place was quite spacious for student digs so I guess his parents had money. But I digress.

Anyway as we rushed in through the door, I jiggled with my hands over my crotch in desperation, and audibly groaned when I asked where the toilet was only to be told it was up a flight of stairs. That's when he hit me with the idea of just doing it right there in the kitchen. Well the naughtiness of the idea appealed to me and I agreed, expecting that we might end up pissing in the kitchen sink or something. But instead he just got his dick out, aimed it towards the middle of the room and started pissing all over the tiled floor.

Well, that was my cue. I stepped clean out of my jeans and panties and squatted right there in the middle of the room, his piss splashing down only about a foot from me. I could feel some of it splashing back onto my legs and bum. And then I started pissing myself, right there on this guy's kitchen floor. Between us we fucking flooded the place. It was great fun. He chuckled something about mopping it up in the morning.

Well we soon ended up in his bedroom, having great sex. After which I needed another piss which I informed him of and asked where the bathroom was. He said something about needing to go as well and that toilets were boring. At which point he just strode over to the wall a few feet from his bed and started pissing against it, not at all bothered about it flowing down onto his obviously expensive bedroom carpet.

He told me to just pee on the floor. Well why not? It was his carpet, not mine. So I squatted down right there beside the bed and started pissing, making an enormous puddle right there. It was brilliant fun. 

We crashed out soon after, but not before asking him why he wasn't bothered about us ruining his carpet. He just laughed about how it always dries out in due course and that I wasn't the first girl who'd ever peed on his bedroom carpet anyway. 

Fun guy.

Edited March 10, 2022 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet

Your readers are not going to believe what happened to me the other week. I’d got tickets to the Australian Open tennis final between Rafa Nadal and Daniil Medvedev. Wow! What a match! It was incredible to watch Rafa coming back from two sets down to win – how does he do it?! I was almost wetting myself with excitement in the final set – no, really. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off the tennis and hadn’t left my seat all through the match. By the middle of the last set I was seriously desperate. 

The combination of adrenaline and a full bladder was torture by the time Rafa held that final service game and though I’d have loved to stay and soak up the atmosphere as he lifted the trophy I knew I had to go and find the toilets, or wet myself in my seat. To be honest, I’d have been happy to do that – I’ve done it before (I have this thing about holding, then just going wherever I am) – but I was sitting with people I didn’t know, and it would have been really obvious, and I didn’t want a big fine and a lifetime ban from the tournament. 

So with a mighty effort of will I stood up and made my way to the exit of the Rod Laver arena, trying to remember where the ladies toilets were. I must have been in a state because I was half-running – my hand clamped to my crotch – through corridors and not finding them. It was quiet. Everyone else was crowded into the arena to watch the post-match interviews.

I don’t know how, but I found myself in a corridor marked “Players and Officials Only” and I thought “well – there will be some toilets down here” and I ducked into the first door I came to … the men’s players locker room! OMG! I was in the men’s locker room! Where Rafa had been – and would be coming back to, and it was empty. I was beside myself with excitement … and so desperately needing to pee. 

That’s when I had the idea. It was outrageous I know, but it was the opportunity of a lifetime. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t do it. I saw Rafa’s clothes, hanging on the peg with his name above, and strewn on the bench in front. Without stopping to think (I didn’t have time) I hitched my skirt up, yanked my panties aside, put one foot up on the bench, and just pissed … a looong, lovely, blissful pee … all over Rafa’s clothes. My pee blasted out of me more powerfully than it’s ever done – I reckon I could have filled a litre bottle in about 15 seconds flat. My God, the relief was sublime, and I have never felt so ecstatic, so naughty and so horny in all my life!

Of course, he walked in, didn’t he? And Daniil Medvedev too. Right at the moment my stream was slowing. I looked up. They looked at me. My face flushed crimson. There was no way of hiding what I was doing. There was silence, except for a ‘drip … drip … drip’ on to the tiled floor from the saturated clothes. Rafa just smiled, glanced over at Daniil, and looked back at me – straight into my eyes. I melted. He reached inside the waistband of his shorts, pulled out his cock (girls and boys, he’s *huge*) and started to pee right there, on the floor. Then he walked towards me, looking me in the eyes all the time, his cock swinging between his legs, pee cascading down his legs and over his tennis shoes, until he was standing right in front of me. I reached out and directed the last ten seconds’ worth of his hot, yellow piss over my bare legs.

And I’m not going to tell you what happened after that, or about the after-party. Not unless you want me to, of course 😉 

Love

Midori
x

[Lutab 1,011]

17 hours ago, Kupar said:

Dear Wet Carpet

Your readers are not going to believe what happened to me the other week. I’d got tickets to the Australian Open tennis final between Rafa Nadal and Daniil Medvedev. Wow! What a match! It was incredible to watch Rafa coming back from two sets down to win – how does he do it?! I was almost wetting myself with excitement in the final set – no, really. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off the tennis and hadn’t left my seat all through the match. By the middle of the last set I was seriously desperate. 

The combination of adrenaline and a full bladder was torture by the time Rafa held that final service game and though I’d have loved to stay and soak up the atmosphere as he lifted the trophy I knew I had to go and find the toilets, or wet myself in my seat. To be honest, I’d have been happy to do that – I’ve done it before (I have this thing about holding, then just going wherever I am) – but I was sitting with people I didn’t know, and it would have been really obvious, and I didn’t want a big fine and a lifetime ban from the tournament. 

So with a mighty effort of will I stood up and made my way to the exit of the Rod Laver arena, trying to remember where the ladies toilets were. I must have been in a state because I was half-running – my hand clamped to my crotch – through corridors and not finding them. It was quiet. Everyone else was crowded into the arena to watch the post-match interviews.

I don’t know how, but I found myself in a corridor marked “Players and Officials Only” and I thought “well – there will be some toilets down here” and I ducked into the first door I came to … the men’s players locker room! OMG! I was in the men’s locker room! Where Rafa had been – and would be coming back to, and it was empty. I was beside myself with excitement … and so desperately needing to pee. 

That’s when I had the idea. It was outrageous I know, but it was the opportunity of a lifetime. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t do it. I saw Rafa’s clothes, hanging on the peg with his name above, and strewn on the bench in front. Without stopping to think (I didn’t have time) I hitched my skirt up, yanked my panties aside, put one foot up on the bench, and just pissed … a looong, lovely, blissful pee … all over Rafa’s clothes. My pee blasted out of me more powerfully than it’s ever done – I reckon I could have filled a litre bottle in about 15 seconds flat. My God, the relief was sublime, and I have never felt so ecstatic, so naughty and so horny in all my life!

Of course, he walked in, didn’t he? And Daniil Medvedev too. Right at the moment my stream was slowing. I looked up. They looked at me. My face flushed crimson. There was no way of hiding what I was doing. There was silence, except for a ‘drip … drip … drip’ on to the tiled floor from the saturated clothes. Rafa just smiled, glanced over at Daniil, and looked back at me – straight into my eyes. I melted. He reached inside the waistband of his shorts, pulled out his cock (girls and boys, he’s *huge*) and started to pee right there, on the floor. Then he walked towards me, looking me in the eyes all the time, his cock swinging between his legs, pee cascading down his legs and over his tennis shoes, until he was standing right in front of me. I reached out and directed the last ten seconds’ worth of his hot, yellow piss over my bare legs.

And I’m not going to tell you what happened after that, or about the after-party. Not unless you want me to, of course 😉 

Love

Midori
x

I know I’d like to hear about the after party 😜

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet

This is me with my three glamorous friends enjoying a day out at the races. I'm the big girl on the right....

Well, afterwards we all went back to mine for a few drinks. And somehow as we got increasingly tipsy we found ourselves looking at fetish sites for a laugh, where we found some letters from this magazine. And the letters about women peeing all over the place were highly amusing in a naughty kind of way but also weirdly erotic.

Well we soon all needed a pee ourselves at which one of the girls joked that actually using the bathroom like a lady seemed a bit dull after reading that. At which point - I can't believe I suggested this - I pointed out that we didnt have to go to the bathroom to pee. Dunno why I came up with the idea but I suggested that we all just go upstairs and pee on my bed instead. And we actually did! All four of us walked upstairs into my bedroom where we all stepped out of our panties and tossed them aside. Then all four of us got up onto the bed and amidst much laughter hiked up the back of our dresses whilst lowering ourselves down into squatting positions. And then we all just started pissing, right there on the bed. Was a great laugh but also rather a turn on in a perverted kind of way.

Anyway, this is what the mattress looks like this morning, lol....

When we had to pee again I suggested that it would be a whole lot easier and more fun not to even bother going upstairs. Instead we all just peed right there on the living room carpet. It actually sounded great, the four of us squatting there hissing and pissing, four powerful sprays of pee splashing onto the carpet.

Even after having all night to dry out the large piss soaked area is still very visible on the carpet.....

When we first did it there was a total lake there slowly soaking in, lol.

 

 

Edited March 17, 2022 by steve25805

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a maths teacher in my late 30s at a London comprehensive. This is me....

I guess I am taking a chance posting that but the age verification stuff for your magazine is quite strict so none of my pupils should see this. As for their parents, if they are reading this they will probably be fans. Anyway....

I am generally regarded as a respectable woman, well thought of, living in a decent house in a nice area left to me by my ex-husband. I have actually been single for quite a few years now, and like it that way. That's because I can do my thing around the house without worrying about anyone else. And doing my thing includes peeing. My little secret that I am for the first time sharing with you guys.

You see, I find peeing to be fun if I don't actually bother going to the bathroom to do it. I love peeing on my kitchen floor. It is tiled and easy to mop up. Likewise the bathroom floor. It just feels so damned outrageously naughty to be squatting right in front of the toilet and just peeing on the floor instead. Generally the more outrageously dirty I am with it the greater the buzz. Just before bed or first thing in the morning - or if I need to go in the middle of the night - I will sometimes just squat down beside the bed and pee on the carpet. I also love to piss on the living room carpet right in front of the sofa. I do though make sure I don't pee on the carpets too often, as I like to leave them to dry and don't want them to smell too badly.

One time I had this naughty urge to get up and pee on the bed. What a turn on that was. But it was hard work after, having to put all the sheets in the wash and sleep on the sofa for a couple of nights until the mattress dried out. So only done that the once so far.

Another thing I like to do is squat upon the dining room table and pee all over it's wooden surface. It just feels so outrageously naughty to be squatting there peeing, and just carrying on even when it starts flowing off the side onto the carpet.

Sometimes, if I want a change of clothes, I will take off the ones I am wearing, placing them item by item in a heap on the floor in front of me. And then I'll squat naked above them and piss all over them. I'm going to throw them in the wash afterwards anyway, right? So what does it matter?

A few times when I have been out in my car and needed a pee, I've found somewhere quiet to park up, got in the back, and just peed all over the back seats just for the sheer pleasure of it. 

Next time I find a man, if he is not willing to let me christen his bedroom carpet, I know there'll be no future for us, lol.

Mind you, I did piss all over the headmaster once, but that's another story. lol

 

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I have recently started seeing this 38 year old barmaid, a buxom blonde who looks great.

She never married or had kids - she said she never wanted the ties though it may be that her toilet habits might have had somethingh to do with it.

First time I stayed at her place we got naked in her bedroom after a few drinks and had great sex. She was very adventurous in that department. Licking my ass for example. Never known a girl into doing that before. I returned the favour of course. She also seemed to like licking the end of my erect dick in an almost teasing way rather than going straight in for the blowjob. 

Anyway when we were done, we lay naked together randomly chatting, until she had to get up to pee. Rather dumbly under the circumstances I asked if she was off to the bathroom. A totally stupid question whose answer ought to have been blindingly obvious. Normally. But instead she just grinned and said something like "nah, why bother?" Instead she just strode over to the corner of the room and lowered herself into a squatting position there facing me, so matter of fact that it was obviously no big deal. Then she just started pissing right there on the carpet. I could not believe it, and could not take my eyes off the sight of her piss spraying down onto the carpet, making an ever larger puddle. She noticed my interest and jokingly called me a perv. I thought that was a bit rich since she was the one pissing on the carpet. But I just laughed at her comment. When she was done she just got up muttering something about needing that and strode back towards the bed. And all of this was just so matter of fact to her, like it was nothing at all unusual.

Thing is I needed to go as well and said I was going to have to use the bathroom. She just told me not to be silly and suggested I just piss against the bedroom wall. I asked her if she was sure about that but she just told me that that is what guys usually do. Fucking wow, I thought. Couldn't believe what a dirty bitch she was turning out to be but it was kind of hot. Anyway, yes I stood there butt naked, pissing against her bedroom wall though most of it of course ended up down on the carpet.

I've seen her a few times since, and peeing on the carpet in the corner of her bedroom seems to be standard behaviour for her.  And she is not the least bit bothered about me pissing against the wall. Seems her bedroom wall serves as the most convenient urinal for the men in her life, lol To be honest - don't know why I never noticed it the first night, perhaps it was because we had been drinking - her bedroom did smell a bit pissy to be fair. But if she wasn't bothered by that, I wasn't going to be.

I asked her how long she'd been doing this sort of thing cos most ladies do not pee on their bedroom carpets. She just laughed at being called a lady and said she'd been doing it since she was young. It was just easier and more convenient. And she kind of enjoyed the naughtiness of it.

She told me about the time a couple of her regulars, two ladies in their 40s, had come round for a bit of a drinking session and just for a laugh they'd all gone upstairs and peed on the carpet in her bedroom. 

On my latest visit, upon entering the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine from the fridge at her request, I immediately noticed a large, yellow tinged, puddle on the tiled floor. I mentioned it and was told she'd peed there instead of going all the way upstairs to the bathroom, saying she'd mop it up in the morning. I thought to myself "is this lady for real"? She was just so matter of fact about it. Anyway we were drinking the wine on her her living room sofa, when she needed to pee again. I dared her to just do it there on the living room carpet. She just said ok and pissed right there on the carpet in front of the sofa. As she was pissing she just grinned and said something about this one being just for me. This carpet was very expensive so she'd never actually peed on it before.

When I needed to pee she told me to just go out in the kitchen and do it on the floor, saying she had to mop it up in the morning anyway. I can barely believe this is happening to be honest but I am loving the naughtiness of it. 

Life seems great right now.

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet

I work as an escort. I am an attractive blonde in my mid 20s. I am aware that looks tend to fade with age so am making as much as I can whilst I still have them. I hope to be able to set up and run my own agency later in life.

Anyway, most clients are reasonably well off men who know how to be gentlemen, usually wanting a bit of company though sex is also a part of the deal most of the time. But that's ok. It kind of goes with the territory in this line of work. For the majority it is all pretty standard stuff sexually, though you do need a degree of intelligence and be able to hold your own in conversations about anything that interests them, whether that be politics, business, sport, culture, whatever.

One weird thing that regularly comes up with some of the pervy ones is the fast that are usually powerful men who want to be dominated. It always seems to be the ones who have power of some kind who like being demeaned, whipped, used as a slave, pissed on, that kind of thing.

The watersports thing is not always a domination thing though. Some guys just like being peed on cos they find it erotic. And to be fair it is quite liberating to be able to just pee on some guy I have just spent hours talking to about fine art. Well how's that for performance art dude, as I piss on your face, lol.

Anyway one of my favourite clients is a headmaster at the local comprehensive in his late 40s. And it is really what I do for him which is most likely to interest your readers. You see, he doesn't actually want sex at all and usually just gets himself off whilst I am performing. You see, his thing is to have me dress up in a schoolgirls uniform (yeah I know, dodgy territory what with him being a headmaster and all but I am 25). He plies me and himself with wine as we chat for a bit. And when I need to pee he likes me to remove my knickers, and hoist my schoolgirl skirt as a squat in the middle of the room. And yeah you guessed it. I pee right there on his living room carpet as he watches. That's his thing.

And to be fair I quite enjoy doing it. It is not often you get to enjoy peeing on some guy's plush carpet right in front of him. And he pays me good money for doing it too, lol. 

Mind you, he is not the only one. This magazine is proof of that. Back when I was a struggling student aged 18 - before I started escorting - I had this boyfriend who used to like watching me pee on the carpeted floor beside his bed. I guess I kind of like doing things like that, to be honest. I mean, if some guy wants to piss on my ass or something, I am fine with that if that's his thing. If he wants me to pee on his face, in his mouth even, that's ok. But in truth it is a lot more fun just to pee somewhere random and outrageous right in front of him.

Like on his bed. Yes, I had a wealthy Russian oligarch who once hired me and two other girls to spend an entire evening drinking, and peeing on his bed. Was fun. And by the end the mattress was so soaked that pee was dripping from the underside of it onto the carpet, lol.

It is actually kind of empowering to be able to just pee all over some guy's carpet or bed and ruin it with total abandon.

And I get paid for doing it, lol.

Still, whatever floats your boat I guess.

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet. 

I'm an attractive woman in my early 40s. I think I still look pretty good for my age....

Yes, that's me....

When very young I used to envy the way males could just pee against walls and suchlike, whilst I had to squat down.

Well as I grew up this kind of morphed into sexual fantasies about ladies peeing against walls, and of doing it myself. But I am a respectable woman who was married with kids, though the husband has left recently following an acrimonious divorce. Same old story. Affair with his secretary. Still have the kids but they are teenagers now and mostly do their own thing, spending weekends with their dad and his new floozy.

But weekends are now mostly when I indulge myself at home. You see, having time to myself I have found stories and video imagery of ladies pissing all over the place in hotel rooms, even in their own homes. I discovered this magazine for one thing. And seeing or reading about the pissing adventures of all these other women was kind of a turn on. And an eye opener. I never knew there were so many other girls and women into peeing all over floors, carpets, beds, tables, and furniture. And I particularly enjoyed pic or video imagery of ladies peeing against walls.

I yearned to do it myself but great as the fantasy was, doing it for real just seemed so bad. And where would I do it? In my bedroom? I kind of thought it would have to be because it's the only room my kids never go into.

Well last weekend I decided to drink a bottle of wine to overcome my inhibitions, and when I needed to pee I went upstairs walking right past the bathroom and into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I took off my clothes, thrilled by what I was about to do. And wanted to be naked when I did it. Then I walked over to the wall and stood facing it, my legs a little apart and my hips thrust forward. This was how they did it in the videos after all.

And then I started pissing with a loud hiss, my golden pee spraying against the wall and flowing down onto the carpet. The fact that I was staining the wallpaper and ruining the carpet just added to the thrill. My own wallpaper and carpet and I was pissing on it, me a previously respectable middle aged mum. What a rush.  I peedfor quite a while, making one hell of a mess, but enjoying every second of it. The puddle on the carpet by the wall was rather large when I was done.

I had to bring myself to orgasm afterwards. I had found the experience so enjoyable that I barely used the toilet for the entire weekend after that, only doing so when I needed something other than a pee. I spent most of the weekend pissing against the bedroom wall whenever I needed to go and drank loads of coffee to make sure it was often. 

Since the weekend, if I need to get up in the night to pee, knowing the kids are asleep I don't bother going to the bathroom anymore now, I just stand and pee against the bedroom wall.

One slight drawback. Am having to fork out on copious amounts of air freshener and carpet freshener and my bedroom does still smell a bit pissy in spite of all that. And yet, that just serves as a constant reminder of my naughtiness, an ever present erotic presence that enhances my sexuality when in my bedroom. No one who knows me would ever guess that I pee against my bedroom wall, or get off on sleeping in a room that smells of piss. I can barely believe it myself.

When the kids move out I will christen the living room wall too, lol

I'd love to hear from any like-minded women into doing similar things. You'd be more than welcome to joing me in pissing against my bedroom wall. Think of it as a female urinal, lol

Edited March 25, 2022 by steve25805

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I've been seeing this woman in her 40s who is kind of adventurous with an appealing anything goes attitude.

Well we were having a few drinks at my place and she needed a pee. Since I enjoy the sight of women peeing and because I'd already had a few drinks, I decided to risk asking if I could watch. She laughed, calling me a perv but in a joky kind of way, and then upped the stakes. She said if I wanted to watch, I'd have to let her pee right there. I was dumbfounded actually but also turned on. I asked her if she was planning to do it in a glass or something but she said no, that if I wanted to watch I'd have to let her pee on the floor.

Well this blew my mind, turning me on actually so I said ok. At which point she got up, unfastened her dress and tossed it aside, then lowered her panties towards her knees as she lowered herself into a squat in the middle of the room. I got my phone out ready to take pics, though she was insistent upon no face shots. Then she actually started doing it, pissing right there on the carpet, brazen as you like. I couldn't believe it. Some middle aged lady peeing on my living room floor just for my pleasure and clearly hers too. Here she is in mid-flow.....

That puddle was a whole lot bigger by the time she'd finished, lol.

She got up and pulled her panties back up, saying that that was fun, making some joky comment about christening my carpet.

Anytime, I said.

I kind of hope to see her doing it again sometime.

[wetwulf 3,183]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

In my last letter to you, I told about how Shannon and I (well, mostly Shannon) managed to convince a cute plus-size waitress at the steakhouse to go out with us, and then we seduced her and convinced her to wet with us, which ended in a very erotic experience at the movie theater.

Shannon suggested we catch the bus to the train station and then to her place. Shannon told us her car was parked in one of the parking garages at the other end of the plaza, and she would be willing to drive. “You girls are welcome to stay overnight if that’s okay with you or you can catch the last train out.” Lora and I both agreed that staying overnight wasn’t a bad idea.

“Like I said,” Lora said, “I have nothing better to do. And…,” she paused, “after the theater, I really want to.” Shannon and I both smiled knowingly.

"Let's get a drink before we go," Shannon said. We stopped at a soda machine and bought us each a bottle of water. Shannon twisted the cap on hers and took a big swig from it. I laughed as I watched her. "What?" she said after finally taking the bottle away from her mouth. “I need to fill up.” Lora followed Shannon’s example and took a big drink of her water, as well. I shrugged and twisted the lid from mine and also took a drink, although not as big of one.

We finally reached the parking garage. Shannon said she was parked on the third floor, so we walked to the elevator. As the elevator doors closed behind us, Shannon pushed the 3 and then stepped to the corner of the elevator. She surprised us by quickly yanking her pants and panties down to her knees and backing her ass against the wall of the elevator. Seconds later she was pissing a hard stream that splashed back onto the wall and down onto the floor. “No cameras,” she said, giggling. I smiled and Lora stared wide-eyed. Shannon only peed for about ten seconds, but it was enough to cause a puddle that spread across the floor. Then the elevator doors opened and she yanked her pants and panties back up.

Shannon’s car was a nice blue Subaru Forester. Shannon unlocked the doors and hopped into the driver’s seat. I walked around to the passenger side, and Lora took the back seat. Once inside the car, I realized this was definitely an older Subaru that had been well taken care of but still used. The seats were cloth but also had protective covers over them. I glanced back and saw that the back seat had a cover, as well. I smiled at Shannon, but she didn’t notice. Shannon backed the car out and maneuvered it out of the garage and onto the main road. As soon as we were on the road, Lora leaned forward. “How far is it to your house?” Lora asked.

“Not too far, maybe a 30 minute drive,” Shannon said. “Why?”

“I kind of need to pee,” Lora said. Shannon laughed.

"So pee then," Shannon said.

"In your car?" Lora asked, looking surprised.

"Yes, it's fine," Shannon said.

"I don't know if I can," Lora said. Even though it wasn't urgent, I was starting to feel like I could pee soon, as well, so I decided to speak up.

"It's easy," I said. "You just relax." I sat back in the passenger seat, opened my legs, and hiked my skirt up enough to expose my pussy to both of them. "And then you just… Ahhhh." I sighed as a steady dribble of pee splashed out of me and onto the car seat. My warm pee pooled at my crotch for a few seconds before slowly seeping into the seat protector. I wondered why they were even on the seats since I was certain my pee was soaking through and into the seat fabric. "God I love that feeling," I said.

Shannon smiled. "And I love watching you," she said.

"Okay, I really need to go," Lora said. I finished peeing and turned back to watch Lora. She sat up a little more in her seat and then slid her Capri pants and panties all the way down to her calves. "Oh god, here it comes. Ahhh!" A strong burst of pee splashed out of her and drummed noisily onto the seat between her legs, some of it spraying over the seat and to the floor. She relaxed as her pee flowed between her crotch, soaking directly into the seat protector and pooling between her legs, much as mine had done. "Ohhh my god that feels good." Lora gasped. "I've never… ohh… pissed in a car before."

Shannon laughed. "You're just getting all kinds of new experiences with us, aren't you?" she said. Lora nodded as her pee continued to dribble out of her and into the seat.

"I think," Lora said, "it's leaking into your seat."

Shannon laughed again. "It's okay. I had those protective covers put on when my kids lived at home. I'm the only person who drives this car, so I really don't care now." As if to prove her point, Shannon opened her legs, and seconds later a soft hissing sound could be heard, and I could see the crotch of her leggings glistening with pee.

Lora sighed loudly, and I looked back to see the last of her pee dribbling softly between her legs. "My god that felt good," she said, smiling.

"Mmm, it sure did," I said. "I love pissing in a car seat. It's naughty, but it just feels right." Lora and Shannon both laughed and agreed.

"So, Lora" Shannon said, glancing in the rearview mirror, "you seem awfully comfortable peeing yourself around two women you just met." I looked back and could see Lora's face turn red.

"Um… well," Lora said, "it's not exactly my first time pissing myself. It's just my first time pissing myself in public, my first time in a car, and literally everything that happened at the theater was a first."

"I see," Shannon said. "So you've wet yourself before?"

"I have," Lora said. Shannon encouraged Lora to share her story. "Well," Lora continued, "after I graduated high school, I wanted to get away from home for a while before deciding if I wanted to go to college or not. So I went to stay with my sister and her roommate. They lived in a small town in the mountains, one of those escape city life kind of towns, which was great, but there wasn't much to do except for outdoorsy stuff. My sister and her roommate loved to camp, and so we took a weekend camping trip together and stayed in a cabin in the mountains. We also took a lot of booze since we planned to really enjoy ourselves. Anyway, when we were finally struggling to stay awake, my sister's roommate helped me drag out a cot for me, and her roommate took the sofa while my sister chose to lay the recliner back and sleep in it since she was already sitting in it and was too tired and too drunk to move. Then she said, 'And I have to pee.' We laughed at her, but then I looked at my sister and realized she was serious about not moving. Then she said, 'I guess if I just pee here it's okay.' And then we looked and she peed herself right there in the recliner. Her roommate started laughing so loudly, and then she gasped and I looked and saw that she was clutching her crotch and squealing and I could see pee squirting out of her and onto the couch. My sister saw it too even as she was still peeing. 'Well Lora, guess you're the only one left.' I was confused until she said, 'Might as well.' I did have to pee, and much like my sister I really didn't feel like staggering to the bathroom. So I just laid there in the cot and peed through my panties."

"Wait, so you peed in your cot?" Shannon asked.

"I did," Lora said.

"What was it like?" Shannon asked.

"It just kind of soaked through the material and dripped onto the floor. So most of the warm feeling was in my panties."

"That sounds great," Shannon said. "I've wet my bed but never something like a cot."

"You wet your bed?" Lora said.

"Absolutely," Shannon said. "Anna does, too." I nodded.

"What does it feel like?" Lora asked.

"Well…," Shannon said, "If you decide to stay over with us tonight, you might find out for yourself."

"Oh, I'm definitely staying," Lora said.

More in my next letter.

Anna
 

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet

This is a bit of a weird one really. I share a rented house in London with another two guys and a girl, each with our own bedrooms but shared living room, bathroom and kitchen. We are all in our mid 20s and up and coming in the legal profession. The girl, Samantha, is pretty hot actually as I think you might agree...

Anyway, I'd been having a bit of a problem for a while. It only happened occasionally but from time to time I kept noticing damp patches on my bedrrom carpet, usually in a corner, but sometimes in the middle of the room or even beside my bed. And when I smelt it, it was clearly pee.

Several weeks would go by with nothing out of the ordinary and then I'd notice it again, another random pissy patch on my carpet that wasn't there before. None of us had any pet dogs or cats so clearly it had to be human pee. And I was getting pretty pissed off about it actually, assuming one of the guys for reasons unknown to me had something against me and was pissing on my carpet as a way of expressing that.

I thought about making an issue out of it and confronting my housemates. But I knew they'd all deny it and blame each other, so I decided to get proof. I secretly installed a hidden camera, and set it to record whenever I wasn't there. Many weeks went by without anything happening, then one day I came home to find another pissy wet patch in the middle of the room this time.

Anyway - you guys probably know where this is going - I reviewed the footage, boring most of it, several hours with nothing happening. But then the door opened and to my surprise in walked not one of the guys but Samantha. She strode into the middle of the room, hoisted the back of her skirt, lowered her panties to her knees and lowered herself into a squat, all in one well practiced and fluent movement. And then there she was, pissing right there on my carpet with a big grin of apparent delight, obviously enjoying it on some level. And to be honest my dick was hard seeing this.

Ever since, I have gotten a naughty thrill every time I speak to her, knowing what she likes to do on my carpet. I don't know what to do with this information yet. I am always pleased now to find another wet patch because I know there will be new footage to enjoy. If I reveal that I know about it and show the evidence she might curl up with embarassment and leave. Or she might be willing to carry on doing it in return for allowing me to watch in real life. So a bit of a gamble. In the meantime I am just coasting along having invested a small fortune in a very high quality hidden camera for better quality vids.

Mind you, just once, I did go into her room when no one else was home and piss on the carpet in the corner. Just to return the favour. Don't know if she ever noticed but nothing was ever said.

I am tempted to try and arrange walking in on her in mid flow, imagining her mortified look of embarassment as she struggles to stop peeing, smiling at her in reassurance as I get my dick out and start pissing on the carpet myself, just to show her that it's ok. I imagine that being the start of some great pissing fun together, but in reality it could go so wrong in so many ways.

I don't want my career blighted by gossip about me being a perv or anything.

And in the meantime I keep getting to occasionally see high quality video imagery of her pissing on my carpet. Which is fair enough since it is my carpet after all, in my room. Quid pro quo, as they say.

 

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm in my early 50s now but look quite good for my age, or so I am told. But judge for yourselves....

Well I work high up in the pharmaceutical industry and own a big house with my husband.

But when it comes to peeing we like to be a bit lazy sometimes and to be honest get a bit of a buzz out of it. And my husband has always encouraged me because he likes to watch and I am not averse to lending him a hand either.

Before going to bed, neither of us bothers to pee in the bathroom. Instead we get undressed in the bedroom - we both sleep in the nude - then I squat in the corner and pee there on the carpet. The hissy splashy sound it makes just sounds so erotic to me. Afterwards I hold his dick for him whilst he pees there as well. We usually do the same thing in the morning too. That patch is permanently soaked, never getting a chance to dry out. And to be brutally honest I suppose I have to admit that in spite of all the air freshener and carpet freshener we use, the whole room does smell rather aromatically pissy. But we have long since gotten used to that and in a rather perverse way it just adds to the eroticism of it for us now. But only a fellow pee pervert could hope to understand that.

And if I have to pee during the night I will generally not even bother going to the pee corner. I'll just squat right there beside the bed and do it. And he will sometimes - instead of just doing it on the floor, will pee against the wall. Though most of it of course ends up on the carpet anyway.

We never do it anywhere else, just in the bedroom. It's our secret pleasure.

 

[steve25805 121,117]

Dear Wet Carpet.

This is me and a couple of colleagues, all well into middle age by now. We all work as teachers down the local comprehensive....

I'm Sue, the one in the middle, and I teach biology. Anabel on the right is the girls' PE teacher, whilst Amanda on the left teaches English literature. We are all married with kids, and mine have now left home and are at uni a couple of hundred miles away. My husband and I have decided to take advantage of their absence by doing some redecorating and refurnishing, replacing the living room and dining room carpets, buying a new three piece suite for the living room, and stripping the wallpaper in both rooms in order to repaper the walls. I will soon get to the significance of all this.

Anyway a few years back one of the female pupils felt the need to leave our school to go to a new one, and we never heard from her again. How true we don't know but there were lots of rumours in the playground about how she'd been caught peeing on her bedroom carpet. All three of us felt quite sorry for her. But it did trigger chat between the three of us who are all good long standing friends, and we all kind of enjoyed the notion of just peeing in some random place, and shared this with our husbands who seemed to enjoy talking about it. Of course all of us were far too decent and respectable to have actually ever done anything like that.

Anyway, Amanda's husband was apparently interested enough to have discovered this magazine and introduced it to the rest of us. It was certainly a bit of an unexpected turn on to read all those ladies' true accounts of urinating all over the place. And them came the day when she told us that her husband wanted to watch her pee on the bathroom floor instead of using the toilet and offered to mop it up afterwards. And she did it. I couldn't believe it. My long term and highly respectable friend had actually ignored the toilet that was right there and peed on the floor instead. And she said she enjoyed doing it because it just felt so outrageously naughty to defy all conventions and just use the floor instead of the toilet.

Well when my husband and I decided to redecorate, we had a very naughty idea. Before replacing and redecorating everything, since we were going to replace the wallpaper, carpets and furniture in the living room and dining room anyway, why not have a pee party there first, inviting my two friends and their husbands to join us? And why not include the kitchen as well since the tiled floor there could easily be mopped up? We put the idea to them over a few drinks and though at first a bit dubious - after all respectable ladies and gents do not tend to go around peeing all over the place in other peoples' homes - they soon came round to the idea with enthusiasm.

We agreed to make a weekend of it, and eventually the day came one Friday evening when both other couples arrived. They had paid a visit to the pub first to loosen up a bit, and thus arrived with full bladders and needing to pee. We had to go as well having been holding it all day, and clearly we had to be the ones to break the ice. So I announced in the living room that I was going to pee, reaching up under my skirt to lower my panties and toss them aside. Then I just squatted down in the middle of the room with my dress hoisted so that my friends and their husbands could all see my bare naked ass and the area between my legs. Which I found to be quite erotic in an exhibitionist kind of way. And then I just started peeing right there on the carpet, a loud hissing and splashing sound the accompaniment to my pleasure. Because I really was seriously enjoying the act of urinating on my own carpet with total abandon and a big grin on my face in front of my friends. I peed loads and made a very large damp patch in the end. I could barely believe what I had done but had loved every second of it. I had never realised that peeing could actually be so much fun.

My husband then went and stood facing the wall beside one of the archairs and began to unzip. Clearly the living room wall was about to serve as the urinal. On a whim I offered to lend my husband a hand - something I had never done before - and was soon aiming his penis at the wall. He then started pissing against the wall whilst my two friends moved in close to watch his pissing dick spraying against it. The wallpaper was clearly being ruined but it didn't matter and just added to the fun. And of course most of his piss ended up on the carpeted floor. He was still going strong when the PE teacher, Anabel, suddenly decided to place her hand in front of his golden jet, laughing with delight at the feel of my husbands hot piss splashing through her fingers. My husband of course was getting hard by now.

After that, Anabel herself pulled off her panties and tossed them aside, joking about how she wasn't going to be needing them again this weekend. Then she hoisted her skirt whilst lowering herself into a squat over another part of the carpet. And then she was doing it, beaming grin all over her face as she peed another yellow torrent onto my carpet. And she was clearly getting off on it. It was wonderfully erotic to watch. When she was done, another huge wet patch had been added to the carpet.

Next Amanda stepped out of her own panties, joining Anabel and myself in going commando, and joked about using the gents'. At which point she strode over towards the same wall my husband had peed against, lifted the front of her skirt whilst parting her legs a little, and thrust her hips forward. Then she started to piss against the wall as if it were a urinal. I had never seen a lady even attempt to do a standing piss against a wall before, but here she was doing it in my very own living room. She even swayed her hips from side to side to spray as much of the wall as possible. By the time she was done a very large part of the wallpaper was stained yellow and clearly ruined. Brilliant fun. 

Then the other two guys needed to empty, and Anabel suggested they use my sofa. Which seemed like a great idea to us all by now. So they stood facing it, and unzipped, their partners each taking hold of their penises. And then they started to urinate two powerful yellow jets onto the sofa. The ladies delighted in aiming their dicks around so that they covered as much of the sofa as possible. That item of furniture was completely ruined. On a whim - in mid-flow - I took a leaf out of Anabel's book and placed my right hand in front of her husbands pissing penis. The feel of his hot piss splashing onto my hand and through my fingers was intensely erotic. I couldn't believe the fact that there I was letting my friend's husband pee on me in my own living room, even if it was just my hand. And she had a massive grin, holding his penis whilest he did it.

And that was the end of our first piss of the weekend. But that is where I will leave it for now. I don't want to write something overly long.

But if readers would like to hear more, I may add further letters in due course.

Sue

 

Edited April 6, 2022 by steve25805