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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

After six months of doing the job that I’ve written about already, I moved onto a new project. This one involved managing the installation of cabling and networks into a client’s offices. Sometimes it was just a few changes to existing systems, other times it was a complete office refurbishment, but it often provided some opportunities to indulge in my pee fun whilst I was traveling to the various sites.

One time in particular sticks in my mind. I was asked to attend a meeting to discuss a new cabling solution in a new build office. I had my usual breakfast including coffee and juice, then I drove about an hour to the new office. When I got there, I found that it was a building site. I knew it was going to be pretty basic, so I’d worn work trousers and boots, but I hadn’t realised that they would still be building the walls of the building. They had asked us to get involved early to make sure the cabling containment and ducting was sized adequately. The site office was a portacabin, which exuded a welcoming warmth as I entered the door. The client’s manager welcomed me with a mug of builder’s tea – which I didn’t decline. The meeting went well and I was then informed that we’d have a break for another mug of tea, then go for a look round the site to inspect the work so far. I excused myself briefly and asked where the toilets were. The site contractor directed my to some portaloos at the end of the car park.

I headed over to the loos, but on opening the first one, I immediately recoiled and decided that wasn’t something I was going to entertain in a hurry. I looked furtively around and spotted a large lorry parked at the side of the car park and decided that the best option would be to quickly nip behind it for some rapid relief. I checked over my shoulder that nobody was looking and walked casually behind the lorry, approaching from the back. As I drew level with the rear wheels, I turned so that I could see if anyone appeared in the car park, then slipped down my trousers and squatted down in the mud. I was a bit nervy, so I peed quickly with high pressure, my pee forming a frothy puddle in the mud. As I finished, I glanced over my shoulder and I suddenly realised that in the large door mirror of the lorry, I could see a face looking straight at me! The driver was casually sitting in his cab, totally enjoying the view! Well, too late now, I finished what I was doing, then I thought that seeing as he was enjoying the show, I might as well give him something to remember. I didn’t know whether he had realised that I had clocked him, but I took a tissue from my pocket, stood up slowly and wiped myself more thoroughly than strictly necessary, then wiggled provocatively as I pulled up first my knickers, then my trousers. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a big smirk on the driver’s face. I walked back around the lorry and passed the open driver’s window, whereupon I tossed the used tissue through the window at him as I walked passed, turned briefly and blew him a kiss.

I then walked quickly and deliberately towards the portacabin to resume the meeting.

Nicola xxx

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Mandy, and I am a respectable - yeah right, lol - married woman in my late 30s with a couple of teenage kids. I work as a senior manager in an office environment for a company that sells electrical hardware, and earn very good money. My husband is a top executive in a bank with a salary that dwarfs mine, but I believe in having an independent career. Being one of those kept women is not my style and I like to do something useful and productive with my life. But I have a secret which neither my husband nor my kids know about. And since I am writing to this magazine, readers can probably guess where this is going.

But let me start at the beginning.

When young I developed a fascination with peeing where I wasn't supposed to and increasingly indulged myself in ever more daring ways. That was until my mother caught me peeing on my bedroom carpet. She hit the roof, calling me a dirty bitch and everything, and made me feel thouroughly ashamed of myself. I stopped doing it then, and felt ashamed of my secret peeing desires and tried to ignore them. I was convinced that I was uniquely perverted and disgusting and that no one else in the world was like me. As a grown woman I tried to convince myself that those peeings were just some sort of immature phase I was going through and had now gotten over due to growing up. But in my heart I knew the idea of it still turned me on and occasionally got myself off on fantasies of it. But I always felt ashamed of myself afterwards, and tried to dismiss it as fast as possible and was mostly in denial about such pleasures.

I got myself a decent job and worked my way up, married a successful businessman, lived in a highly respectable area, had two great kids who were being educated at top private schools. I also involved myself in charitable work when I could spare the time, mostly for disadvantaged children and victims of domestic abuse. My husband is also a generous donor to various charitable concerns, and is in fact also motivated by good Christian values, though I am more of an agnostic. We are highly regarded and respected people, thought of as "pillars of the community" and all that shit. And yet all along I harboured secret desires to piss everywhere, which I felt ashamed of and repressed for years.

My sense of shame and embarassment began to ease, though, when I stumbled across a pee fetish forum on the internet. And that came about in typical fashion. I felt so ashamed of myself and of my kink after getting myself off fantasising about pissing on my bedroom carpet, that I went online seeking out psych forums to ask for advice and insight, and probably reassurance that I wasn't a freak. I tried numerous search terms without fully finding what I was looking for. But I did stumble across a pee forum and began to read. And in subsequent days, weeks, and months, I kept going back to it and reading more and more. I found that some of the stories and threads and true tales actually turned me on, and was pleased to discover that I was not uniquely perverted. There were others on the forum who shared such desires - and acted upon them - and were quite open about it, including other women.

For a long time I just lurked, but eventually joined and began interacting. And I began to come to terms with myself. I was not alone. There was a whole community of us. I was able to share and talk about my secret desires with others, and be reassured that this did not make me a bad person. I also found links to pee porn - it had honestly never before occurred to me to look at such stuff - some of which was also highly arousing. I saw videos of girls peeing on hotel room carpets, on beds, on kitchen floors. And I was surprised by the extent to which I found the sight of other girls doing this a turn on.

Inevitably, at home alone, as my guilt and shame diminished, I began to indulge in small acts of naughtiness, like ignoring the toilet and peeing on the shower floor or in the bath instead. But one day, when about to do the same, but inspired by a video I had seen, I decided to be far naughtier. I stripped totally naked and strode into our large luxurious kitchen and simply stood with my legs apart in the middle of it. I placed my hands on my hips and just stood there like that for a few moments, relishing the fact that here I was - a grown woman and respectable wife and mother - about to actually quite deliberately piss all over the kitchen floor. And then I just did it. With a strong hiss born of a full bladder and the sound of loud splashing filling the room, my golden pee was splashing down all over the tiled floor. I swung my hips as I peed, spraying as much of the floor as possible, and ultimately created a massive yellow puddle. And doing it was such a massive turn on.

The kids were at boarding school and my husband wasn't going to be home for many hours yet, so I got an added buzz out of just waliking away and leaving it there. When I cooked myself some lunch I did so whilst my pee still lay all over the floor. Later, I took another long piss all over the floor, totally flooding the place, lol. Had to clean it up eventually, though. I doubt very much whether hubby would have approved of his respectable wife pissing all over the kitchen floor.

Well, that experience that day opened the floodgates - pun very much intended. Sadly, I didn't feel that I could really get away with peeing on carpets or anything, but tiled floors like those in the kitchen or bathroom were frequently peed on after that when I was home alone. I'd also pee in sinks, and all over clothes that were about to be thrown into the washing machine. We also have a wine cellar with concrete floors and walls: sometimes I loved to go in there just to take a piss against a wall. There is something quite naughtily exhilerating about a respected woman secretly taking a naked and standing piss against a wall like a guy.

Finally, though, I now get to the primary reason for this letter - interesting developments in my workplace recently. We have a large filing room lined with filing cabinets, which also has a carpeted floor. One day in there, I discovered almost by accident a quite large puddle on the carpet in the corner, whose fabric and colour tends not to make spillages or anything look blindingly obvious. I was standing there looking for a particular file and being irritated by an itch on my foot. Eventually, I decided I couldn't ignore that itch anymore and removed my shoe to have a good scratch. But as I put my foot down again before putting my shoe back on I noticed immediate wetness. Only then did I look closely enough to see that there was a rather large puddle there. I'd seen staff bringing drinks in there before when they had to look for a lot of stuff so assumed it was a drink spillage. But curious as to exactly what drink had been spilt I touched it with my fingers and raised them towards my face to smell it. And that's when I realised it was pee. Someone had peed right there on the filing room carpet!

As the manager in charge I should have confronted my staff with anger and dire warnings. But intrigued and a little turned on by the realisation that one of them had peed on the carpet, I decided to say nothing, and instead keep my eyes and ears peeled. I wanted very much to know who did it and whether or not it was a one off or something that happened a lot. After this, I was on the lookout for tell-tale puddles, and occasionally found a fresh one in the filing room. I also took mental note of who went in there, when, and for how long. My suspicions eventually began to centre upon Anna - one of the secretaries, aged about 30 - whom I'd noticed going in there for some time on occasions but only coming out with one or two files. I also noticed that when I did find a new puddle, Anna was always one of the people who'd been in there earlier that day. The whole room did actually smell slightly pissy, but only because I was looking out for that. She drank a lot during the day so her pee was probably well diluted most times if it was her. I finally became certain that she was the culprit one day when I decided to investigate just after she came out. And this time, not only did I find another puddle, it was still warm! Nobody else had been in there for ages so it had to be her.

I smiled to myself at this secret knowledge. And I decided I wanted to catch her in the act and then join her. I had not peed on a carpet since I was young, and never in the company of anyone else. The idea of it was so totally fucking sexy on so many levels.

Well the other day the plan finally came to fruition. Anna had been drinking a lot coffee, and I actually saw her fidget slightly, clearly needing a pee. When she got up, though, I saw her head into the filing room instead of towards the toilets. I guessed it wouldn't be long before she started peeing. So I waited for just two minutes and then followed her in. And there she was, squatting in a corner and pissing right there on the carpet, a look of total glee on her face which quickly changed into horrified shock as she saw me. But her pissing continued as she was unable to stop. I just grinned at her, saying in my friendliest voice, "I thought it was you doing this." And I laughed.

Then I unfastened my own work trousers, and lowered them and my panties as I too squatted - not in some corner like Anna but right there in the middle of the room. Her expression had changed from shock, to puzzlement, and then to astonishment as I did this. When I too joined her in pissing on the carpet, her eyes almost popped out of her head as a smirk formed on her face. And it felt fucking brilliant, the two of us there watching each other pissing on the carpet. She finished first and began pulling her trousers up as I just carried on pissing. Then she watched me, grinning.

Once I'd finished, I stood up, and began pulling up my trousers and panties as I smiled at her. "Right, this will just be our little secret, OK?"

She grinned and nodded, then we both left the room to go back to work, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But I couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day, and had to bring myself off as soon as I got home.

I hope to share more office carpet pisssing sessions with Anna before too long. Am thinking of taking her out to dinner sometime to chat with her about this sort of stuff.

If there are any more developments of that kind, I will be sure to write another letter telling you all about it.

Mandy

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Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Julia. Currently I am a detective inspector with the Manchester CID, and in my mid-40s. And in my private life I guess I am into watersports on occasions - if it's the right guy. I think I have always been into pissing really, but in my job have always had to be very careful what I do and who with. Of course, these days no one really bothers about pee porn anymore in any law enforcement sense. Unless it involves minors or coercian or something, we have better things to do and the law is much more relaxed now anyway. I myself often browse the internet looking for pee erotica - amongst other things - and that's how I stumbled across the online version of this magazine.

I love reading about all these women who pee all over the place - carpets, beds, furniture, total piss vandalism. I find it just so wrong and dirty, yet perhaps because of that - when I am in the right mood - it really can turn me on reading about it. Sometimes after reading letters here, I'll deliberately piss all over my own kitchen floor or something - so naughty and wrong, yet so much fun - and easy to clean up. Bathroom floor is another favourite. It's just so damned naughty to be squatting and peeing on the floor, when the toilet is right there only feet away. I suppose I should also admit to being into wetting as well. I don't always bother removing my knickers or pulling my skirt up when I squat and piss on the floor. Sometimes I just piss right through them instead.

Anyway, the law used to be a lot stricter in regards to pee porn in the UK. People could be heavily fined and even imprisoned for producing or performing in it. And even possessing it was illegal. And that brings me to the main point of this letter. You see, 20 years ago I was a young and relatively fresh police woman in my 20s, when I was seconded to the vice squad to assist in a raid on some house. The homeowner was suspected of being involved in the production and sale of illegal pornography, which turned out to involve pissing. No minors were involved, but the guy in charge of the vice squad had a bee in his bonnet about this particular stuff because he personally thought it all quite disgusting. Investigations had revealed that the porn involved pics and vids, sometimes featuring himself, but mostly women, just pissing all over the place. There were three different women in the pics and vids, all aged about mid-30s at the time, and all of whom were known to be living with the guy in question at his address.

Well, I'll cut to the chase. We raided the house, simultaneously busting in both front and back doors and storming in. It was a dawn raid - very early - so the suspects were still all in bed. Two of the women were sharing a bed in one room, whilst the guy and another woman shared a bed in another. But I shall never forget the mess. Everything was fairly tidy in terms of things being in their right place, with very little clutter. But the smell of piss hit me as soon as I entered. The place reeked of it. And we quickly discovered wet patches on the carpets, a table that was covered in piss, and the living room wall showing unmistakeable signs of having been peed against. In fact, it appeared that the occupants had been pissing just about everywhere in that house - all over the carpets and furniture, against the walls, on the floors, all over tables. And obviously filming it too, because camera equipment was scattered around. And very little effort seemed to have been put into ever cleaning this up. Some of the stains on the carpets had clearly been there for a while. And these people were living amongst all this!

Anyway, we arrested the suspects and found large stashes of pictures and vids, which of course was going to be used against them as evidence. And as a lowly WPC at the time, I was one of the ones charged with the task of going through some of this material, selecting the most incriminating stuff for evidence to be used in court. Well, it was an eye-opener. I already knew I was into watersports. Before I joined the police I had this thing going with a guy for a while, which included us both pissing on each other after a few drinks. And ever since then I'd often fantasised about that sort of thing. But the notion of just pissing all over the place for the sheer fun of it, and getting off on it, had never really occurred to me until now. But there was obviously a market for it, if these people were making money out of selling this stuff.

And the material was very interesting to say the least. There was one video of one of the women holding the fridge door open, whilst another held the guy's dick as he pissed in it. They were all grinning and laughing and obviously enjoying it.

Most of the stuff, though, just featured the women. There was one scene where two of the women were stood naked and pissing against the living room wall, and obviously finding it fun. Another scene featured all three women squatting naked upon one of the double beds - and pissing all over it. And yet another scene featured a naked woman semi-squatting in the middle of the living room, with her legs apart and hands on her knees, grinning as she pissed all over the living room carpet, whilst the other two women sat on the sofa laughing at the sight of her doing this. And so on. I saw pics and vids of one or more of the women pissing all over carpets, squatting and pissing on armchairs and sofas, or upon tables. There was one clip where one of the women was stood astride the toilet - with it's lid closed but pissing there anyway, whilst her two grinning friends were just squatting and peeing on the bathroom floor.

Some of their antics were fucking outrageous. One woman was stood pissing in the fridge, whilst the other two pissed all over the dishes in the dishwasher. In another scene, all three women, at first fully clothed, gradually undressed in the living room, placing all their discarded clothing, item by item, in a pile in the middle of the living room. Then once naked, all three stood around the pile and started pissing all over their own clothes.

There were also watersports vids too, featuring mostly the women pissing all over each other in various locations in the house, often pissing in each other's faces, even in each other's mouths. And they were drinking it too!

Well, as result of seeing all this, I began for the first time to fantasise about pissing somewhere naughty myself. The thought of doing something like that had never occurred to me before, but was really turning me on now. That night when I got home, for the first time ever I decided to deliberately piss on my kitchen floor instead of using the toilet. And it was such a turn on, hearing and seeing my own yellow piss splashing down all over the floor tiles. Been doing it ever since. Never wanted to ruin my own carpets and furnture or mattresses, though, but there was this one time when I was at this guy's place, when he let me have a piss on his bedroom carpet. That was totally superb.

As for the guy and his three women who we'd arrested? Yeah, we prosecuted them, which I always thought was a total waste of time. Turned out that the jury agreed, because they refused to reach a guilty verdict, so all three women and the guy running the show got off. Normally - as you'd expect from a police officer - it pisses me off when those whom we have brought to trial get off with a not guilty verdict. But on this occasion I must confess that I was actually glad. I have always felt that we have better things to do with our time than worry about the consenting adult stuff. Fortunately, these days the vice squad's efforts are mostly focussed upon paedophiles and sex slavery cases, which is what we should have been doing all along.

Anyway, I hope your readers enjoyed my contribution.

Julia

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Thanks Wetwulf - certainly looking forward to more installments with Darla.

Hentaixt, that was a very different type of story and very intriguing. I wonder if any of those dreams might come true......?

Steve, that was a great letter with a CID perspective and very interesting to consider how someone in CID might almost lead a double life.

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A letter inspired by another of Leaky_Ones's great stories.

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Alice, and I'm a petite 25 year old manageress at the local gym. And my job gives me certain opportunities. You see, I have always had a thing about peeing. I just find it so erotic. I love being peed on - by women as well as men. And I love peeing on other people, women as well as men. There is in fact something quite empowering about squatting over someone's face and peeing in their mouth. But I also just love being the kind of dirty bitch who just pees any fucking where, lol. It's just so dirty and naughty, yet erotic, to just pee wherever the hell you like. At home I will sometimes just pee on the kitchen floor and things like that. And there is something quite sexy about ignoring the toilet that's right there and letting loose all over the bathroom floor instead. But the gym gives me some of my best opportunities - without the hassle of cleaning up.

You see, I am not the only one. There are a couple of other girls into this sort of thing too - and one of them is the employee responsible for cleaning up after hours, so she deals with the mess. She is called Natalie, and the other girl - her girlfriend - is Clare. After hours, I often enjoyed peeing on the floor in the shower units, and sometimes just in the changing rooms. Natalie never commented that someone was occasionally peeing on the changing room floor, though as the person who hosed the place down she must have noticed. But then, she and her girlfriend Clare were probably adding to it much of the time - which I discovered by pure chance one day.

I had already left and driven half way home before realising I'd left my purse behind. So I had to return. But upon entering I heard laughter in the changing room and girls talking. I recognised Natalie's voice but heard another girl too who turned out to be Clare. I decided to approach fairly quietly to see what all the fun was and entered the ladies' changing rooms. And could barely believe what I had stumbled across. Because both women were sat naked upon the bench with their legs apart, pissing far out into the room and over the floor, apparently having some kind of distance pissing contest.

Not sure who was the more shocked, them or I. They stopped pissing immediately and closed their legs, looking embarassed and anxious. But after my first few seconds of shocked surprise, I realised that what I'd seen was sexy as fuck - and I myself regularly enjoyed pissing on the floor too, anyway. So I smiled and laughed, and said, "Feel free to carry on. I'm not bothered." They looked uncertain to say the least, so I smiled and said, "Who else do you think has been pissing on the floor in here sometimes?" A flicker of sudden realisation flashed across Natalie's face, but to prove it to them I pretty much ended up lowering my gym shorts and panties, squatting right there, and pissing all over the floor myself. It was actually great fun having an audience while I did it.

That was a long while ago now, and since then the three of us have often enjoyed ourselves by pissing all over the place after hours. Not only in the showers and all over the changing room floors, but in the sinks as well. We've also peed all over the floor in the main gym, and against the walls in the corridors. And just about anywhere else really. It is actually great fun to just stand and piss in someone's open locker. Sounds great as it splashes against the metal sides.

But there has been another interesting development recently. Yesterday, one of our older members approached me with a stern face, complainingg about another woman whom she'd seen pissing in the sink. She knew the woman's name, a girl in her late 20s called Angela. Well I had to promise to have a word, but was intrigued. The toilets are some way from the changing room, so if she'd thought she was alone she might have simply done it out of convenience. I got a flutter of a thrill just thinking about it, though, and was actually looking forward to speaking to her about it.

As she tried walking past my office she looked rather sheepish - clearly she knew she'd been spotted, and chances are that that old trollop had decided to moan directly at her. But I opened my office door and called her in to have a word. She looked both embarassed and apprehensive. I told her that there had been a complaint about her supposedly urinating in a sink and asked if this were true. She admitted that it was, became all apologetic and said that she'd seen Fiona - another member - doing it on a previous occasion and just felt the urge to do it herself. Well that was news to me as well. Fiona too sometimes pees in the sinks. Will have to speak to her about that sometime. Maybe she is another potential recruit to our little circle of ladies who like to piss everywhere, lol.

Back to Angela, though. I took a risk and told her it was no big deal. She wasn't the only one. I told her I peed in the sinks too sometimes and that there were a few of us who liked to hang around after hours just to let our hair down by pissing everywhere. I could see that she was interested in this information in all the right ways, so I openly admitted that we pretty much did it for fun.

"What about the mess?" she asked.

I told her that the cleaner, Natalie, was one of us and the place was pretty much hosed down every night anyway. She was both incredulous and excited - I could tell - when I told her about how much fun it was to piss in the lockers. There was uncertainty in her expression too, though. Clearly she was struggling to believe what she was hearing. And I actually needed a pee anyway, so I said, "You don't believe me, do you. OK, watch this!" I went and locked the door, then pulled my seat from behind the table, quckly lowering and stepping out of my gym shorts and panties. I then sat on the front edge of the chair with my legs open, and started pissing right there on the office carpet in front of her incredulous gaze.

My golden piss pattered down onto the carpet, creating an ever-growing damp patch. "You see? You're not the only girl around here who likes to piss in naughty places."

I carried on pissing as I explained, "I'll just tell that old lady that I gave you a hefty fine. Best advice is that you be more careful who you piss in front of."

I gazed down at the yellow torrent pattering down onto the carpet, the splashing sound now louder as the carpet became increasingly sodden. Then I looked at Angela and grinned. And invited her to take a piss on the carpet too. And pretty soon, she was squatting in the middle of the room and pissing on my office carpet as well.

Afterwards, we looked at the mess on the carpet and laughed, before high fiving each other. I suggested she join us after hours sometime. She said she would. And that's something I am very much looking forward to.

Alice

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Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

My name is Jemma and I am a 22 year old student at college in a small city studying European Languages and you could say that I enjoy a good night out. Being a student, I can't afford accommodation in the centre of the city, so I live about 2 miles out with my flatmate, Vicky who is on the same course. This is fine for college as we cycle in, getting a bit of daily exercise and it only takes about 10-15 minutes.

In our first week of living in the flat, Vicky and I went out on Wednesday night to get to know the city and meet up with other students. It was Student Night and drinks were reduced in price in various pubs in the city. We kinda knew that we'd drink copiously so we decided to walk in as we didn't fancy riding our bikes home on busy roads when we were drunk! It is not too bad - it took us about half an hour to walk into the city when sober, but after copious amounts of drinking, we were struggling on the way back at around 1am - it had been half an hour since we left the last pub, our feet were aching and to top it all, we both REALLY needed a wee. I'm not averse to peeing outside, but I wasn't about to drop my knickers on the side of a busy road and in anycase, I didn't know what Vicky would think about it, so we struggled onwards. I remembered that our route passed a pub which had been closed down and boarded up. I wondered if it might be possible to sneak round the back to gain the much needed relief that I craved, but I still wasn't sure what Vicky would think. By the time we got to the abandoned pub, I was struggling to hold it, so I threw caution to the wind. I knew Vicky was in a similar state and we were both very drunk, so I simply said "I don't know about you, but I've got to pee NOW or I won't make it home dry. Let's nip behind this pub." I was relieved (pardon the pun) to hear her respond with "That's the best suggestion you've had all night - I'm bursting!"

So, we headed up the drive that went to the side of the pub and round the back of the building out of site of the road. There was a covered deck which was secluded from the road, so I immediately headed up the steps, lifted my skirt and slipped down my knickers as I dropped into a squat, pee erupting from my eurethra before I even got into position. As my pee was washing over the deck and I was sighing with the relief, I noticed that Vicky had not come with me, but had instead continued slightly further and was just entering a shed which was opposite the deck. The door was hanging off its hinges and I could make out that there were various things strewn around the floor. Vicky was turning towards the door as I saw her hitch up her skirt and slide her knickers down. Then I heard a metalic noise like pouring water into a stainless steel sink, followed by a pattering. I could just make out in the moonlight that her glistening stream was flowing forcefully from under her and battering on a discarded fire extinguisher before running off the edge and onto the carpet tiled floor. As I finished my own pee and glanced down at the sizeable lake that I'd produced, I pulled up my knickers and walked over to the shed. It seems I need not have worried about what Vicky thought about me peeing outside - she had an ecstatic smile on her face as her pee was washing all over the assortment of abandoned stuff on the floor and onto the carpet tiles beneath. She raised and lowered her self to direct her stream over paint tins and stacks of paper as well as directly onto the carpet. I must have looked a bit aghast as she apologised saying "Sorry Jem, I couldn't pee outside I needed a bit more privacy", but I could see that she was really enjoying it, so I pressed her further; "You are enjoying that though, aren't you?" "Well, hell yeah. It's all discarded junk but it is fun to piss on things and it feels so naughty, yet so nice!" To emphasise the point, she lifted her backside much higher and sprayed the last of her pee over the shelves on the shed wall behind her.

I sort of wished that I still had some pee left as for some reason I felt a desire to experience this myself. I continued to think about it for the rest of the way home and next day I talked to Vicky about it whilst we were eating a late breakfast (thankfully our lectures didn't start until 11am on Thursdays), asking whether she remembered what she had done and whether it was just because she was drunk. She was a bit embarrassed at first, but then admitted that she liked to pee outdoors and even indoors - any place that she shouldn't. "You should try it." she said, "I know, don't go to the loo before we head to college this morning and lets leave a few minutes early - we can call in on that pub again on the way." I tried to protest, but really I wanted to do this, so I very quickly gave in.

We were both wearing jeans and T-shirts for college as we headed out on our bikes. We soon got to the pub and cycled up the drive and round the back. I could see the decking still looked darker where I had peed and we went over to the shed, which we could see much better in the daylight. It looked like it had been a caretakers hut with a bench that had a vice on it, some drawers that maybe used to hold tools, and some shelves that still had half used paint tins, weed killer and the like. On the floor the carpet tiles were stained with various marks - not least a rather big mark from Vicky's pee last night. There were various bits and pieces on the floor and I could still see tiny wet puddles on the shelves. Vicky jumped up onto the bench and said "Watch this." She eased down her jeans and knickers together and squatted on the bench with her feet apart and her bum low to the bench. Very shortly she started a gentle stream which fell to the bench below her and started to pool before running off the front of the bench forming a waterfall onto the floor below. She leant backwards on her hands and increased the flow of her pee, which lifted into an arc and sailed across the shed, falling onto the shelves opposite. She moved around so her stream impacted several of the paint tins and other containers. There were some open containers of screws and nails as well, which received some of her golden flow. As Vicky's stream weakened, it fell short of the shelves and started pattering on the carpet tiles, leaving a line right across the shed as the pressure subsided until the last trickle fell back onto the bench. She pulled a tissue out from her pocket, wiped herself and tossed the tissue into the back corner of the shed amongst a pile of old catalogues. "Your turn" she said as she hopped down from the bench then stood up to pull up her jeans.

I didn't really know where I wanted to pee, but I did know that I really needed to pee and I had butterflies in my tummy thinking about it. I moved further towards the back of the shed and decided I might christen the catalogues. I pulled down my jeans and hovered my bum over the pile, holding the bench for support. It took me a minute to relax as I debated with myself whether I should be doing this. However, desperation soon overtook the situation and before I knew it, my pee was raining down on the pile of catalogues, soaking their pages and running down the sides onto the floor. Following Vicky's example, I moved around a bit to spread my pee about and wet more of the pile. Then, I felt the urge to grab a small empty cardboard box and held it underneath my stream, watching it fill up. The sides started to go soft so I pulled it out and put in on the bench next to me as I finished my pee directly onto the carpet tiles. I sighed with relief as the last drips fell and Vicky passed me a tissue, which I put to good use before discarding it into the corner with the other junk. As I pulled my jeans up, I noticed that the cardboard box I filled was starting to leak and pee was running slowly out of the bottom onto the bench. Vicky asked how I felt and I replied "I don't know yet, I think I'm going to have to try more of this to find out.........." She laughed and we surveyed the now very wet interior of the shed before jumping on our bikes and heading for college.

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