Wet Carpet magazine

[steve25805 125,827]

Dear Wet Carpet

Was out drinking last night and ended up hooking up with this guy and going back to his place with him. We both needed a pee by the time we got there, but somehow - fuck knows how this idea came about - we decided to do it in his kitchen! I took my clothes off there whilst he got his dick out - and we both just peed all over the kitchen floor for the sheer fun of it, lol.

Later, after having sex in his bedroom, we somehow decided that it would be rather good fun just to piss on his bedroom carpet. Which we did, lol. Right there beside his bed!

In the morning I woke before him and realised what we'd done. I thought it best to call a taxi and leave before he woke up. 

But just before my departure I decided to take pleasure in  pissing all over his bathroom floor instead of using the toilet, lol.

Sally

[hentaixt 1,580]

Sooo... my sister told me I was supposed to talk about us peeing. Since I'm the youngest, I usually do what I'm told... most the time.

You know about the stuff we did at the wedding in the kitchen, so I won't go over that again, but I do want to say that I love destroying things with pee. I just got a little tingly thinking about someone eating that ice cream. :) ;) If I can pee on it, I want to, and if I can't, I want to figure out how I can.

Anyway, we were at the reception and drinking a bit more than we should to... uhhh, refill(??) and we kept trying to trade out our sparkling apple juice with the champagne, except we had plastic wine glasses and they were in the real deal. We did manage to mix some in with a couple glasses, but not the whole cup. We only wanted it because we knew it would make us have to pee faster. That worked with enough of what we could steal. Then we sorta wandered off with no one looking into another section of the house, not a huge place, but big enough to disappear down a hall and into a room... with a waterbed. Older sis, not middle sis (from last time), is really smart. She spends her free time looking at all kinds of random web stuff. She went to the corner of the bed and found the plug to add extra water. So we took turns adding our water to the bed. It really was a three girl job, two to hold and one to pee, who had to work on aiming. We were giggling the whole time about "peeing in bed" and I just got another tingle thinking about my cousin and her wife having sex on our pee and wondering how long it will be before it gets drained and replaced.

Of course we couldn't be gone long, so we crept back to the party and started the routine over again. It was a bit easier to drink this time; we were downing soda and water at this point, since they had put out the buffet. In no time we were full again, thanks to the "break the seal" situation. We also had a better chance to sneak off too; people were sitting together and chatting, so when we walked by with plates and cups they thought we were just going to find a place to munch. We did find a place, it was another empty bedroom and we were going to eat, but we were just going to be relieving ourselves while we did it. Now middle sis told you we could pee all at the time and this is when we did it. The room was set up with the bed perpendicular to the door, so you could not see the far side of it. We put our plates down over there and squatted down after getting half naked. The bed had a long cover on it, so we threw it up and over our knees and let it drape down to our waists. That meant we couldn't see ourselves going, but neither could anyone else. We waited until all three of us were steady and comfortable and then we counted down, older sis: three, middle sis: two, me: one. You could just hear all three streams patter into the carpet under the bed. We swished and swayed a bit and I pushed really hard and saw the cover flutter on the other side of the bed just a little, so I know I shot far enough to hit it. I can do a bit farther than my sisters if I really want to try. Since we all knew when we were about to be empty, we lifted to see our damage and pushed our butts out so we could soak the cover over our legs. We watched the material darken from the top with our urine squirting into it from underneath. Then it was used to wipe of course.

Okay, middle sis says that's all I'm supposed to tell you. Except that we also played "Hide and Go Pee," but I think older sis is supposed to tell you about that if you do the same as last time. She says as long as we get close to the same response, older sis will be back to talk some more about our fun times. I really like talking to you all, let me know you like talking to me tooooo~ :)

[hentaixt 1,580]

Alright, so I am doing this. My sister promised something and expected me to deliver on it again... We likely should not have been here to begin with, if you add our ages together (since we ARE triplets) we might be old enough. ANYWAY, I am supposed to fill in the last part of the trilogy for you so you can stop wondering about it.

As my youngest sister told you we all urinated under the bed and in the water mattress. I am supposed to tell you about "Hide and [Take a] Leak" not "'Hide and Go Pee'", she always gets the name wrong. So yes, after things wound down at the reception, our Mother was helping clean-up and suggested we entertain ourselves for a bit longer before we left. The rules are pretty basic, but slightly different that regular Hide and Seek:

All players split up and find a spot to release (only one spot per player).

Once you finish you return to Home.

If you return home first, you can try to catch another player in the act.

If you are not first, you must wait for all players to return.

Now you as a team head out and look for the wet patches.

Once you find one you have to guess who made it, if you are right, that person is out.

If you get it wrong, then you are out.

There are more advanced rules, but for just three players you get the idea. You can get back in and you can still win if you were out, but I am not explaining all that for now.  Since I have better control over my flow, I can start and stop whenever I want, so I let out enough and then always go hunting for my older younger sister with the bigger bladder. Once a round has ended, the loser has to wet themselves. If they cannot, the winner gets to do it for them. So we played a few rounds and when everything was done, I was the only one with dry pants. I should not say this, because I know the two of them will read it, but I have a secret way to win. When we split up, I find a spot that will soak up or not show my puddle. This is usually a drawer with clothes (I like to pee on bras, especially when they are still being worn), or things on hangers. The pocket of a coat holds liquid surprisingly well. Since I win most rounds, I get to pee all over my younger sisters, and that is a great feeling. Standing with my slit exposed and raining pee all over their crotch, it is a good feeling of power and dominance (and I often get licked dry).

Well at any rate, that is all you will get from me. I fulfilled my obligation to this ridiculous endeavour. My middle sister might write here again, but I doubt you will see me around. I do hope you enjoyed our escapades though and some of the other folks here have expanded my ideas for future fun, but for now... So Long and Goodbye.

[hentaixt 1,580]

Hey Again Everyone!

It is Margo Astra back with more good stuff to share. These just happpened today and I am typing this on my phone in the hotel on WiFi, so if there is grammar or spelling issue... please understand. ON. MY. PHONE. :1_grinning

So, as I said these were both today and I wanted to make sure I got you all the details while they were still fresh in my mind. I was hanging out with the naughty pee girls Lauren and her sister Laura at the hotel for another trade show. I was off hours so to speak, as I was hired only part time for the booth I was working. Now on to what you want to hear, actually context first right? Lauren had a video she found online of an elevator trick. Im sure you have seen them, the button codes that are supposed to put it in express mode? Well her video actually showed both normal operation and override scenarios. We made sure to test it, we dropped Laura on a floor and ran all the way to the lobby. Lauren entered the code and texted Laura to call the elevator from her floor. So heres the thing, it WORKS! The only difference was that the elevator stopped on Laura's floor but the doors would not open. We tried the door open button and Laura actually knocked on the doors from outside and then the elevator went on and delivered us to our chosen floor. So now you can kinda guess what we had in mind. A private carpeted elevator that we knew would not open (YES, we were going to pee in it). We would only have 1 attempt and we were going to try and cover every inch of carpet. The cabin had fully cover floor and up to the railing with carpet. Now as I have said previously, this whole peeing where you are not supposed to is not really a thing for me, but I was on-board here for he the challenge. Besides, the carpet in hotel elevators is made to handle the wet from pool patrons.

Our first try was thwarted though. We got in at the lobby, put in the code, and just as the doors closed a couple stopped them closing and joined us. They got off at their floor and the elevator run us to the top. This was actually beneficial, because we timed it for an approximation. We figured out the full ride would be just about 2:30 (two minutes: thirty seconds), so we knew we were all good. None of us pee more than 40 seconds, even (long-distance) Lauren. When we hit the top floor, we had already started prepping. Pants unbuttoned, thumbs in hemlines, you get the idea. Lauren hit the door close and entered the code for lockout and then the lobby. Laura and I were already half naked before the cabin started moving. I squatted in the middle and did surprisingly well in cover the corner (just about 1/4 of the floor). Since we were going for coverage we did not want puddles, which meant I had to work on controlling my flow. It was difficult, but I think I am going to continue working on it. If I get good enough I could pee anywhere and stop then leave or change places quickly. Laura was in a opposite corner and I was shocked to see she had covered half the floor and half way up one wall in the same time it took me to do my (tiny by comparison) area. Lauren was the real showoff, she stood and literally sidestepped along each wall, swaying her hips and drenching everything from the railing to the floor. When that was totally covered, she stopped in my corner and finished the floor off from across the area. That girl can go and she even had enough left to spot check areas. By floor three we were all dressed again and stand in the middle of very squelchy floor. We hit the lobby and dashed for hallway to conference area and disappeared in the crowd.

However there's one more story to tell. The site that Lauren had used to watch the video had a code calculator for card keys. It seems that an employee for the security company that produced the keys leaked the way they are encoded and that the keys will almost always work for at least two rooms at the same time in the same building. Someone else took that info and created a web plugin that allowed you to enter your room number and output the other room you could enter. There were several comments saying the plugin was not perfect, it was often off by rounding errors and might be the room next to or across from the number it gave. We tested that too with their card and the comments were right, but we got in a room.

Before the door even closed Lauren had kicked off her shoes in the bathroom and was shedding her jeans, Laura was pulling the desk chair down the hall and sitting in front of the now closed door, before getting out of her jeans too. I looked around the room to make sure no one was actually staying there and it was all clear. Real quick though, this was an average room. When you step in the bathroom was first on the left, then the closet, and the room proper from there, desk by the TV and this was a queen single. Now, the girls had wanted to show me a trick they had been working on and you sort of have the set-up already. Lauren was sitting with legs spread on the toilet with the seat down, one foot on the bath and the other on the counter. Laura had her naked butt planted on the desk chair with her heels on the edge of the seat. They were talking about coordination for a few seconds, basically making sure Laura was ready to go. I stood by the desk and looked down at Laura. Lauren started her release and from the toilet was dowsing the wall of the room. So all the way across the distance of the bathroom AND hall and still with a enough force to splash back higher than the desk. Laura started and her stream shot forward and climbed in height passing through her sister's until it hit max distance. SO, here is what you have... one stream blasting through the open door and impacting the wall, while a second stream makes a graceful arch OVER the first and soaking into the carpet on the opposite side. One girl peeing over another. ONE. OVER. THE. OTHER!!! It was the most impressive skill display I had ever seen.  It didnt last very long, but it was super cool. I wanted in the fun, but I was empty, so I told them we would have to do it again sometime when I could join. They agreed of course, I would love to figure out how to get a picture (or  video) of that though, because it will be THREE streams vertically next time.

Not sure when I will get to write again. Trade shows have been pretty slim this year and I am getting some more modeling work but not enough really. I am taking some classes for school again and my time is not as free as it used to be... Anyway, that is enough depressing stuff for now. Hopefully I'll be back with another incident real soon.

Edited November 19, 2017 by hentaixt

[steve25805 125,827]

In terms of writing, might bow out of this thread for a bit until or unless some original ideas come my way. My "letters" are drawing a lot less appreciation than they used to, I suspect because they have become a bit formulaic and repetitive.

Hentaixt is doing an excellent job right now in bringing what this thread needs - original content from others.

[wetwulf 3,322]

11 hours ago, steve25805 said:

My "letters" are drawing a lot less appreciation than they used to,

I always appreciate them, but I think I know what you mean. With my stories, it feels like I'm sort of rehashing the same idea over and over. I'll pick my brain for something hopefully original and add to this thread again. 

[Bigd40 124]

1 hour ago, wetwulf said:

I always appreciate them, but I think I know what you mean. With my stories, it feels like I'm sort of rehashing the same idea over and over. I'll pick my brain for something hopefully original and add to this thread again. 

yeah it's hard to come up with new stuff. I know the feeling there. For what it's worth.... you guys stories were awesome. ?

[nopjans 1,178]

13 hours ago, steve25805 said:

In terms of writing, might bow out of this thread for a bit until or unless some original ideas come my way. My "letters" are drawing a lot less appreciation than they used to, I suspect because they have become a bit formulaic and repetitive.

 

I always enjoy your stories, Steve, and I hope you are able to recharge the creative batteries and resume again. This does serve as a reminder that pressing the like button is an easy and appreciated way to show my enjoyment.

[ButterflyGod 61]

12 hours ago, Bigd40 said:

yeah it's hard to come up with new stuff. I know the feeling there. For what it's worth.... you guys stories were awesome. ?

I have a few fictional ideas in mind, quite a lot really but I don't really have the time or patience to write them all up. But hey, if anyone wants just random story ideas to help them write something up, i'm happy to help

[wetwulf 3,322]

8 hours ago, ButterflyGod said:

I have a few fictional ideas in mind, quite a lot really but I don't really have the time or patience to write them all up. But hey, if anyone wants just random story ideas to help them write something up, i'm happy to help

I'd be up for that. Just message me.

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Road trips can be boring sometimes, but I need to tell you about one that was anything but boring. Last spring, two of my friends, Susanna and Dharla, and I decided to drive to the mountains for a day trip. We knew the trip would take us through some windy back roads. We did not, however, expect it to be so far in the middle of nowhere that we would struggle to find places to stop for the bathroom. As you’ll see, this didn’t turn out to be such a bad thing.

I won’t bore you with all the trip preparation details, but we first ran into a problem about two hours into our trip when we were getting deep into the mountains and there was literally nothing around except trees, rocks, and the road. Susanna, who was sitting up front with me, was the first to speak up. “Hey, are we near a bathroom? I’m gonna need to go soon.”

“Um, I really don’t know,” I said. “This is my first time on this road. I’m just following the map.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see her moving around in her seat, shifting her legs and putting her hands in her lap. “How bad is it?” I asked.

“I could use a break, too,” Dharla said.

“I mean, I’m not about to explode or anything, but it’s definitely a need,” Susanna said. I sat up a little in my seat, aware of my own growing need. I also wasn’t feeling desperate, but it was definitely noticeable.

“Well, I’m about to go,” Dharla said. “I was trying to hold out hoping we’d find something soon, but there’s nothing.”

“Nope,” I said. Susanna sighed as we stopped at an intersection and I turned left, still seeing nothing, not even houses. Just road, guardrail, signs, and the woods.

“Yeah, we’d better find something soon,” Dharla said.

“Well, I can’t really pull over because there’s pretty much no curb. The guardrail is so close to the road because I guess they’re worried someone might drive over the mountain.

“Oh my god, girls, I’m about to bust,” Dharla said. I could see her in my rearview mirror rocking back and forth in her seat, holding her crotch. I thought for a moment as I looked around and still did not see anywhere to pull off. I finally thought, Screw it, and glanced back at Dharla in the mirror.

“Do whatever you have to do, Dharla,” I said.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “There’s literally nowhere to pull off safely, and you’re about to wet yourself anyway. It’s okay.”

“Thank you,” she said, and I could see in the mirror that she didn’t waste any time unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them and her flowery panties down her fit mocha colored legs. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the road, but Susanna turned back and watched. “I’m sorry, Kristen,” she said as she scooted forward. Within seconds, I could hear a soft hissing followed by an unmistakable splattering sound as her pee fell to the floor of my car. I could her it splashing against the stuff in my floor, which I was pretty sure was just trash anyway.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I need to get it detailed anyway, and you couldn’t help it.” Dharla was still peeing full-force as she moaned to show her relief.

“Ohhh, that’s so much better. I can’t believe I’m pissing in the back of your car, but I really had to go.” She laughed. “And I think I see a cup in your floor. I could’ve used that.” We all laughed then.

“Too late now,” I said.

“I need to go, too,” Susanna said.

“Do you want the cup?” Dharla asked. The sounds of her pee were dwindling. Susanna glanced at me as if she wanted my permission for something. I smiled, knowingly.

“No,” Susanna said. “I’m in the front seat anyway and it would be too obvious if we passed anybody and they looked in the window.” She winked at me and I laughed again. I kept trying to focus on the road but could not help but watch as Susanna unbuttoned her jeans and then slid them just enough that they exposed her pale but round bottom and her vagina to the cushioned seat under her. “Are you sure?” she mouthed to me. I just nodded.

“What are you doing?” Dharla asked. I could see in the rearview that she was pulling her jeans back up and then she leaned forward in her seat. “Oh my god, are you going to…?”

“I am,” Susanna said. She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. A few seconds later we could all hear the soft hissing of her pee as it sprayed out of her and soaked into the passenger seat of my car. She opened her mouth and gasped as the sound got louder and her flow increased. “Oh, god that feels good,” she said.

“But your jeans are going to get soaked when you put them back on and sit on that seat,” Dharla said.

“Mmm,” Susanna said, “don’t care…worth it. Ohhh, god, Kristen, I hope this isn’t the last time you let me do this. Ohhhh, god.” She gasped again, and to my surprise she pulled her jeans down further and now we could see her warm flow of pee spraying into the seat under her.

“Oh, it probably won’t be, because I’m about to join you,” I said. When we planned the trip, I had anticipated that bathroom stops might be a problem, so I had worn a skirt with the thought that I might have to squat by the roadside. Never did I expect my friends and I would be wetting in my car. I sat up enough to move the back of my shirt out of the way. I thought about trying to slip my panties off but changed my mind. I glanced over and Susanna was still peeing a little and very obviously touching herself, as well. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes and smiled.

“That is so hot,” Dharla said. She was sitting as close to the edge of the back seat as she could, watching Susanna intently, and her hand was stroking the crotch of her jeans. I tried to focus on the road, and finally I saw a small section of the shoulder open up, so I pulled the car over as far as I could. I put it in park and then sat back comfortably in my seat.

“Let it go,” Susanna said, smiling at me. I closed my eyes and soon my warm pee leaked out and warmed the crotch of my panties. I gasped as my flow increased and my hot pee flowed out unabated and sprayed into my panties and the seat between my legs in a loud hiss that echoed in the car. “Oh, wow, that does feel good,” I said. “Yeah, I’m totally going to be soaking my seat again. Mmmm.” I reached down and pulled the gusset of my panties aside and then took my hand away as a messy spray of pee shot forward and soaked the seat and some drops splashed the floor. Most of it, though, pooled between my legs, warming my crotch.

Susanna was now rubbing her clitoris furiously, and a quick glance in the mirror let me know that Dharla has slipped her hand into her jeans and was also rubbing herself. I joined them, and it only took a few brief but wet strokes of my clitoris and I was crying out as I climaxed. Dharla and Susanna both screamed almost together as they also orgasmed.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said.

Both girls agreed that it was unbelievable, in a good way. Knowing our trip was still a few more hours long, we all agreed there was no point stopping for any bathroom breaks now. Susanna reached into the small cooler at her feet and took out three water bottles, handing one to Dharla and sliding mine into the cup holder.

Once during the trip, Dharla had laid down in the back seat to take a nap and woke up abruptly. “Gotta go,” she said. I glanced in the rearview and could see her pull her jeans and panties down to her ankles while still laying down. She sighed and I could hear the sound of her pee splashing out of her and drumming down onto the back seat as well as her sighs of pleasure.

A little later, I felt the need to pee again, so without saying anything I let go and felt the soothing warmth of my pee as it dribbled out and soaked into my panties and seat. I looked over at Susanna who was watching me and smiling. She winked again and pointed between my legs. I just nodded and then glanced down and could see what she was pointing at. There was a small, shiny stain appearing on my skirt in the divot between my legs. I didn’t care, though, as I relaxed and let the last of my warm pee spray out of me.

Susanna turned away from me and sat back in her seat. She sighed and even while driving I could see the dark spot begin to form in the crotch of her jeans. “They were wet already,” she said, still smiling but sounding out of breath. “Ohhh, that’s so warm.” I managed a quick glance and watched as the stain grew and her jeans glistened as her pee flowed out of her and soaked her pants and the seat. I heard Dharla laugh.

“We’re a mess,” she said. “We’re going to have to get cleaned up before we stop anywhere.”

“Who said we’re stopping,” I said. “I still have over half a tank of gas, it’s a beautiful day to just go for a drive.” They both looked at me and I smiled. “Or, we could just turn around and head back home…see what happens next?”

“I like that idea,” Susanna said.

“Same,” Dharla said. We drank more water and each peed at least two more times, Dharla still seeming to enjoy laying down and spraying the seat and Susanna and I just letting go just as we were sitting. It was a great drive home.

And maybe someday I’ll tell you what happened when we got there.

Edited December 2, 2017 by wetwulf

[hentaixt 1,580]

On 11/30/2017 at 9:41 AM, steve25805 said:

In terms of writing, might bow out of this thread for a bit until or unless some original ideas come my way. My "letters" are drawing a lot less appreciation than they used to, I suspect because they have become a bit formulaic and repetitive.

Hentaixt is doing an excellent job right now in bringing what this thread needs - original content from others.

Sorry for the late reply... I just now saw all the posts. I'm not going to shun the praise like I usually do, because this isn't about me this time. I'd never the intention of hi-jacking this thread and for a long time I questioned whether or not to even post in it at all. I know this was your idea and you have filled so many pages with those ideas, that you have every right to take a step back, breathe, and brainstorm. I'll say for this thread to stay "humble" as it were, we needed stories that were somewhat similarly repetitive. It added the aire of believably to the stories, seeing 1 person try a simple act that another was already comfortable doing. They might not be the most interesting reads in the thread, but they help the other stories stand out too.

 

So, take your time and find your creativity again. Post less frequently, the thread has a life its own at this point. I'll post as often as I always have and we'll just have to watch and see how things go.

[ButterflyGod 61]

On 02/12/2017 at 10:32 AM, wetwulf said:

I'd be up for that. Just message me.

I'm pretty new to the site, just tried to message you. It seems that I have to attach a file to send you a message though, and I can't just make some simple text?? If it makes it easy (or if anyone else wants some story ideas here too) I could just post some ideas on this thread and let whoever write whatever if they want to.

[hentaixt 1,580]

Hey, I figured you folks might be able to help me... I did a BUNCH of searching and this was only place that even seemed close to the issue I have, which is kinda sad.

Small bit of background, my sister and I live basically alone. Nothing tragic (except our lives... that'll make sense in a minute), our parents both travel for their jobs and have a large house. I moved back in about a year ago after I graduated college and since I can't find anything but part-time employment, I freeload a bit as well as clean and watch the place. My sister just graduated too and has been back home about a month or so for the same reason.

Now we get to the actually problem I need help with, my sister sorta has the girl version of “Morning Wood.” I really don't know any other way to describe it, so I'll just tell you what happened. About two week ago we both got up and stumbled blearily into the bathroom we share in the house. I took one look in the mirror and had to start fixing my hair, in the meantime my sister drops trough and plops her butt on the toilet on the other side of the room.  It is a big open space with the large walk-in shower and oversized bath next to each other, the toilet is next to the shower and the sink is near the bath. Not sure if any of that made sense, but moving on. I'm still fussing with my hair when I feel something wet on my back. I turn around to find my sister dozed off on the throne, her knees spread, and her rump sinking into the basin, so her vag was in full glory sorta out and upward, and the wet thing hitting me in the chest now was her piss. Thank god I sleep in just a seamless thong, because if I had gotten anything soaked with pee I would have been furious. I immediately yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK!!??!" That of course startled her... spraying more pee all over me, the floor, the bath, etc... Needless to say I made her clean all of it herself while I took a shower.

So here's the thing though, there's a good 6 to 7 feet between the toilet and the sink and her pee was hitting me square in the tits and I'm a bit tall at 6'3". Before she moved out for college she never did this, I know she's always had a forceful stream... but come on?  Seriously, she was asleep when she did it, so it's not like she was pushing or anything. The reason I said it was like girl "Morning Wood" is I know guys that have to deal with wild streams when the wake up with a hard-on, but I didn't think girls had deal with that. HELL, I DONT.

Can someone shed some light on this for me? I started keeping a bucket near the sink just in case... since it has been a semi-regular occurrence now. Last time was this morning and her aim was off so it went full force into the mirror on the wall. I grabbed the bucket and just held it there to catch the flow. I think next time I am going to line up the bucket to catch it and walk across the room filling it up as I go and just dump it back on her. It would serve her right for falling asleep on the john anyway. Anything y'all can tell me would be appreciated, as I said this was the only place I found that MIGHT have an answer. XD

[hentaixt 1,580]

Hey everyone, I found this place after doing some searching about a situation that happened to me recently.

My parents got divorced and my Mom remarried... to another Mom. Which is fine, I have no problem with that. I however, ended up with a new older step-sister. Things have been a little strange between us; she seems to treat me like someone she is babysitting. I am not that much younger than her and she is in college, so you kind of see what I mean when I say odd. The thing that happened just recently though has really altered our interactions... and I can't seem to read her anymore. I guess let me explain first and then it will make more sense.

Since it is winter right now and close to Christmas, it has been snowing recently. My Moms told me to go shovel the walk, I'm getting ready when she comes by and says, "Hang on squirt I'll come help too." She gets a jacket and wraps a scarf around my face and helps me with my gloves before doing the same. We head out to the garage and grab the shovels and get to work. It's fairly slow going, the snow is heavy and there is a layer of ice on the concrete so we have to scrap and chip it loose. We’d been working maybe a half-hour when she stops and turns to me, "I don't know about you, but I could use a warm drink."

I replied, "Nah, I'm not cold but I really need to pee."

"Well if we take a break now, well never get done." She stares at me for a few seconds, then does this fake laugh and starts to work again. Not even a minute later, still shoveling snow she says, "So are we going to do this or what?" I stop and look at her puzzled. She grabs my shovel and tosses both on the walk, grabs my arm and pulls me to the side of the house. She drops to her knees and starts to unbuckle my pants, grabs my dick and pops it out and then as she lets go of it says, " Just aim right, I don't want to get soaked that'll just make me colder... AHHHH~" and opens her mouth with her tongue out. Thank goodness I really had to go; I think the super cold actually helped. My stream shot out and splashed her, so she wrapped her mouth around the head of my dick and swallowed all of it. My whole reservoir drained, I finished with a few spurts and squeezed my dick out of habit even though she sucked the last drops out on her own. "Thanks, that has me all toasty in my core now. I guess I'll do something for you too." This of course turned out to be a BJ. It was really nice, her mouth was super warm and I came in her mouth in no time. "Wow that was a BIG HOT load too. I could feel the warmth sliding down my throat and that was almost as much as you pissed. Alright, back to work!" She bounces up and just goes right back to the walk and grabs a shovel. I get myself together and head back over and we finish with nothing else said.

So, now she's been the same babysitter sort of person, but like everything she says is an innuendo now. I'm not talking subtle either... some of them are pretty obvious; quite a few about drinking me dry again. I don't know if it was a one-time thing or if I should ask or what to do. I mean she is cute in that mousey sister way, unless she's getting dressed up, then she can look stunning. I do like her boobs; they are just the right size... a little too big for her frame. Ack!! What am I saying...? I said I found this place because I was searching, I didn't know people actually drank pee. I'm not naive, just never occurred to me, but clearly she knows about it and has no problems doing it. I'm not going to ask for advice, because I don't think I'll get any here... but if somebody has some send it my way.

[gladeriga 4]

This is perfect!

I love how casual she is about it, there definitely seems to be some experience with this in the family.

I would definitely respond to her teasing and ask if she wants a drink or something. Maybe it can lead to some interesting situations, and hopefully some more casual peeing and drinking.

[steve25805 125,827]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm an attractive busty blonde lady in my early 20s. My name is Jade. This is me.....

And I just love pissing on the carpet, lol. Have done since I was at school and one of the boys I went out with used to get me to pee on his bedroom carpet. And I've been pissing on carpets ever since.

I just love the sound it makes as my stream splashes onto it. And I love how it darkens as it absorbs my pee. 

I've done it in loads of places. I always piss on the carpet in hotel rooms. I've also done it in other people's houses during parties, in a show house, and in an ex's house for revenge.

I have just split up with my boyfriend and moved into a cheap rented flat temporarily until something better comes along. So I've kind of really let my hair down in there. I often piss off the sofa onto the lounge carpet whilst watching TV. Or I piss on the bedroom carpet from the side of the bed instead of getting out of the warm bed to use the toilet. Truth is, it's just easier and a lot more fun. 

I even let other people do it. My best friend Dee, for example, who is in her 30s, has been into pissing all over the place for as long as she can remember. This is her.....

She owns and runs my local pub, and more than once - after closing time and the place is empty - we've both pissed on the pub carpet together just for a kinky laugh. 

Her husband has a thing about watching her piss on their bedroom carpet, I've been told.

Anyway, last night we were both enjoying a heavy drinking session at mine.

Neither of us bothered using the bathroom.

We just kept pissing on the lounge carpet whenever we felt the need.

I love the wet squishy sound it makes whenever I walk on it now, lol. 

Jade

 

[Bigd40 124]

Great story Steve ??

[steve25805 125,827]

 Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Jodie and I'm 49 years old. And I have always been into peeing in random places.

My current boyfriend is great. He loves having me pee on the carpet beside his bed. Says the smell is kind of homely when I'm not there, lol.

I stumbled upon a video a few years back, with a woman sitting on the front edge of her couch, and spraying pee all over the carpet. It got me so hot. I had to try it myself.

So I peed all over my own living room carpet, lol. It was most exhilarating.

My best mate is an even skankier bitch than me. There is a space in the corner of her bedroom where the carpet is totally ruined. She's been regularly peeing there for years, lol. She hides it with a throw rug but you cannot miss the distinct aroma of the place. She lets me pee there too, which is fun.

One time after a little bit too much to drink, we both just popped a squat in the middle of her living room and peed on the carpet there. Seemed like a lot of fun at the time.

And oh yes, haha. One time this pervy guy wanted us both to piss on his bed!

So we did!

Another time a former boyfriend wanted to watch us both pee against a wall.  So we did it right there and then against his living room wall! He called us a pair of dirty bitches but thought it was funny.

Jodie

 

[Alfresco 11,610]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I'm surprised there are not more letters covering peeing at night clubs - maybe because it is actually quite common and people don't feel the need to write about it because they are just peeing out of necessity.   Anyway, I often go clubbing with my two friends Lynne and Michelle.   We live in a suburb of a small city in South West England.   We are of like mind and if we need to pee, then we pee - we are not shy of peeing in public although we do try to be a bit discrete but we can't see the point in suffering discomfort just because there is no toilet handy.   As an example, I'll give you a summary of our antics from last Friday, which is quite typical of a night out for us.

We met up at Lynne's house and had a couple of beers whilst we were getting ready.  I wore a tight fitting white top and a short black leatherette skirt.  Lynne had on a flared blue dress and Michelle had a miniskirt that was almost indecent with a sheer top that left little to the imagination.  None of us wore knickers - we have found from experience that they just get in the way.

We caught the bus into town about 9pm and were already slightly tipsy.  The bumping bus didn't help our filling bladders and as soon as the bus stopped in town we dived into a side street where we all lined up against the wall, squatted down and watered the pavement.   Two lads walked past and had to step over our puddles, getting a good view of our pussies as they went by.  They certainly weren't offended and they didn't hide the fact that they were having a good look.  

We joined the queue for the pub and soon were inside where more drinks were consumed.   We were enjoying dancing and drinking but of course soon needed to pee again, so we headed to the ladies and being early, there was no queue outside the toilets, but once we got inside, all cubicles were occupied and several other girls were waiting.  We didn't fancy waiting, so Lynne and I hopped up on the sink counters and peed in the sinks whilst Michelle hovered over a bin to pee.   The girls waiting looked a little surprised, but when we were done and leaving before they had even got into a cubicle, I think they realised that we had the right idea.  

Next time we needed to pee, the queue for the toilets was out of the door and down the corridor.  We all joined the queue, but had no intention of waiting in it.  We squatted down and pretended to be checking things out on our phones whilst waiting for the queue to move, but of course this allowed mine and Michelle's skirt and Lynne's dress to hang out of the way whilst our pussies were just inches from the floor.  My skirt was slightly less obliging than the others as it was not loose enough to hang completely out of the way.    First Michelle, then myself and finally Lynne all started to pee whilst we were there in the queue.  The area was dimly lit and the music was of course very loud, so nobody realised what we were doing.  Michelle and Lynne peed directly into the carpet, but my pee was directed at the back of my skirt, from where it ran down the inside of the skirt to the floor.   Being leatherette, it didn't show anything on the outside.   When we were finished, we all stood up and left the queue with Michelle saying quite loudly "I'm not waiting in that queue".   The girl behind us said "You'll lose your place!" but I replied - "It's OK we don't need to pee any more", which got a round of laughs from the other two as we walked away.  I expect the girls behind us worked out what we meant when they shuffled forward to take our place and felt the carpet being squishy under foot.

More dancing, more drinking, then we had a rest on one of the leather sofas which we were lucky had just been vacated. It was in a corner with a gap between the left hand end and the wall.  At the other end, there was another small gap and then another sofa. Of course we needed to pee again by now.  Michelle perched on the arm of the sofa, with her feet on the sofa cushion and her pussy just clear of edge as she was leaning on the wall.  She let loose with her pee, that fell to the carpet in the gap between the sofa and the wall.  She then slid down off the arm and onto the seat, wiping her pussy on the sofa arm as she went.  Lynne was sat in the middle of the two seat sofa, with her skirt carefully pulled out from under her.  She reached underneath herself and pulled the cushions slightly apart before proceeding to pee forcefully into the gap between the cushions.  I was sat at the other end of the sofa from Michelle and I just peed where I was.  My leatherette skirt acted as a barrier between me and the sofa and as the sofa was low, my knees were higher than my bum, so my pee pooled inside my skirt, warmly caressing my bum.  When I had finished, I was left sat in a puddle of my own pee, which wasn't going anywhere.   I waited until nobody was obviously looking our way, then I slid to the front of the sofa and raised my bum.  The pool of pee flooded out of the skirt and formed a waterfall to the carpet for just a few seconds.  I stood up and walked about for a minute to allow most of the residue to run out and fall to the floor.

Soon it was time to go home.  Of course, there was a queue for the taxi rank and the cold air combined with the latest round of drinks had an effect of our bladders so we all took it in turns to nip into the nearby car park stairwell for a pee whilst the others kept our place in the queue.  On this particular evening, we managed to get home without further event, but I will just say that there have been taxis in the past that have been left with wet puddles on the floor or upholstery, although I wouldn't like to say how it happened!!!

Happy Clubbing

Julie

 

 

[Bigd40 124]

On 08/02/2018 at 3:21 AM, Alfresco said:

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I'm surprised there are not more letters covering peeing at night clubs - maybe because it is actually quite common and people don't feel the need to write about it because they are just peeing out of necessity.   Anyway, I often go clubbing with my two friends Lynne and Michelle.   We live in a suburb of a small city in South West England.   We are of like mind and if we need to pee, then we pee - we are not shy of peeing in public although we do try to be a bit discrete but we can't see the point in suffering discomfort just because there is no toilet handy.   As an example, I'll give you a summary of our antics from last Friday, which is quite typical of a night out for us.

We met up at Lynne's house and had a couple of beers whilst we were getting ready.  I wore a tight fitting white top and a short black leatherette skirt.  Lynne had on a flared blue dress and Michelle had a miniskirt that was almost indecent with a sheer top that left little to the imagination.  None of us wore knickers - we have found from experience that they just get in the way.

We caught the bus into town about 9pm and were already slightly tipsy.  The bumping bus didn't help our filling bladders and as soon as the bus stopped in town we dived into a side street where we all lined up against the wall, squatted down and watered the pavement.   Two lads walked past and had to step over our puddles, getting a good view of our pussies as they went by.  They certainly weren't offended and they didn't hide the fact that they were having a good look.  

We joined the queue for the pub and soon were inside where more drinks were consumed.   We were enjoying dancing and drinking but of course soon needed to pee again, so we headed to the ladies and being early, there was no queue outside the toilets, but once we got inside, all cubicles were occupied and several other girls were waiting.  We didn't fancy waiting, so Lynne and I hopped up on the sink counters and peed in the sinks whilst Michelle hovered over a bin to pee.   The girls waiting looked a little surprised, but when we were done and leaving before they had even got into a cubicle, I think they realised that we had the right idea.  

Next time we needed to pee, the queue for the toilets was out of the door and down the corridor.  We all joined the queue, but had no intention of waiting in it.  We squatted down and pretended to be checking things out on our phones whilst waiting for the queue to move, but of course this allowed mine and Michelle's skirt and Lynne's dress to hang out of the way whilst our pussies were just inches from the floor.  My skirt was slightly less obliging than the others as it was not loose enough to hang completely out of the way.    First Michelle, then myself and finally Lynne all started to pee whilst we were there in the queue.  The area was dimly lit and the music was of course very loud, so nobody realised what we were doing.  Michelle and Lynne peed directly into the carpet, but my pee was directed at the back of my skirt, from where it ran down the inside of the skirt to the floor.   Being leatherette, it didn't show anything on the outside.   When we were finished, we all stood up and left the queue with Michelle saying quite loudly "I'm not waiting in that queue".   The girl behind us said "You'll lose your place!" but I replied - "It's OK we don't need to pee any more", which got a round of laughs from the other two as we walked away.  I expect the girls behind us worked out what we meant when they shuffled forward to take our place and felt the carpet being squishy under foot.

More dancing, more drinking, then we had a rest on one of the leather sofas which we were lucky had just been vacated. It was in a corner with a gap between the left hand end and the wall.  At the other end, there was another small gap and then another sofa. Of course we needed to pee again by now.  Michelle perched on the arm of the sofa, with her feet on the sofa cushion and her pussy just clear of edge as she was leaning on the wall.  She let loose with her pee, that fell to the carpet in the gap between the sofa and the wall.  She then slid down off the arm and onto the seat, wiping her pussy on the sofa arm as she went.  Lynne was sat in the middle of the two seat sofa, with her skirt carefully pulled out from under her.  She reached underneath herself and pulled the cushions slightly apart before proceeding to pee forcefully into the gap between the cushions.  I was sat at the other end of the sofa from Michelle and I just peed where I was.  My leatherette skirt acted as a barrier between me and the sofa and as the sofa was low, my knees were higher than my bum, so my pee pooled inside my skirt, warmly caressing my bum.  When I had finished, I was left sat in a puddle of my own pee, which wasn't going anywhere.   I waited until nobody was obviously looking our way, then I slid to the front of the sofa and raised my bum.  The pool of pee flooded out of the skirt and formed a waterfall to the carpet for just a few seconds.  I stood up and walked about for a minute to allow most of the residue to run out and fall to the floor.

Soon it was time to go home.  Of course, there was a queue for the taxi rank and the cold air combined with the latest round of drinks had an effect of our bladders so we all took it in turns to nip into the nearby car park stairwell for a pee whilst the others kept our place in the queue.  On this particular evening, we managed to get home without further event, but I will just say that there have been taxis in the past that have been left with wet puddles on the floor or upholstery, although I wouldn't like to say how it happened!!!

Happy Clubbing

Julie

 

 

great story!!!!

[hentaixt 1,580]

I am just going to jump right in here. I work in a large office building doing janitorial work. It is somewhat thankless and definitely dirty work, but it has its benefits too. You have all heard of the women with weak bladders from childbirth, well I am one of them. I work a second to overnight split shift and during those hours the floor I work is closed and usually empty. This allows me to pee freely if the need arises and clean it up immediately if I choose to be a bit lazy about where I go. However, my letter is to tell you about another lady I met recently with a similar but different issue.

I was doing my usual rounds one evening on a Tuesday, unlocking rooms, checking the bins, the regular stuff, when I opened a room and heard a strange but familiar noise, it was the hiss of lady filling a garbage can with spent liquid. I followed the sound and as I got closer I could now hear the lady groan with fear and start to apologize. "Sorry, sorry, I can't stop, please don't report me, at least let me explain, I'm so sorry, I just can't, I..."

I interrupted and tried to calm her down, "Hey at least you are going somewhere that's easy to clean. I don't mind, go ahead and finish." She thanked me and continued to give the details of how she got in this situation. So I mentioned that her ailment was similar, see she had a child by C-section and ran into a complication. The baby was alright, but the birth caused some additional nerve damage to her pelvis. This left her with the odd problem of only being able to tell her bladder was full when it was about to burst. The nerves were deadened around it and so the only way she could tell her tank was full is when it's OVERFULL and pushes against the nerves above her bladder or near her opening. She told me that tried several control medications, some had no effect and others made it worse. When I told I had a weak one and would release discretely, she stated that was no good either. Whenever she releases, her bladder is full enough that her stream lasts a minute at minimum at full force, nothing "discrete" there. Being stuck with this malady also meant that her bladder continued to increase in size the longer she went without a regular break, so she usually stops ever two hours and tries to go even if she may not need to at the time.

Now to punctuate this whole thing, she never stopped the whole time we were talking. An at least 2:00 conversation of non-stop releasing, not just a trickle but not full bore either. Her position was in IT and she had been working on the computer in the room, stuck on an error with no clear solution, and distracted so much by the task at hand she lost track of time and got into an emergency where she filled up to her limits. When it hit she knew it was a makeshift toilet or wet clothes with only seconds to decide. She was done at this point and I handed her a tissue to wipe and toss in the VERY full bag. I asked if she minded if I went too and she was totally fine, so I emptied my tiny amount in with all of hers and then carefully pulled and tied the bag and tossed it in the large can I roll with me. I told she had nothing to worry about and I wasn't going to say anything to anyone. As I went back to leave I saw something on my cart I had picked up long ago and just had there with me, it was a set of self-stick file folder tabs in all yellow. I tossed them to her and said if she ever got caught short again, to leave one stuck to the inside of the door. That way I knew the bag needed changed and there was less chance of someone removing it on the inside since she would lock the door after leaving the room. She thanked me profusely and it has worked well for a few months now. I still don't know how she does it, filling a bag over half full, but I guess we all have to deal with our own issues. Actually speaking of that, the plant in the corner looks a little dry. . . excuse me for a minute.

[hentaixt 1,580]

First time posting so, I'll give you something to call me: AshPee. It's really close to my real name so I’m sure you can guess, but just playing it safe. I've been reading for awhile but it never occurred to me to post despite having the perfect thing to talk about. I belong to a local pool, and it used to be communal, but there were some incidents with some of the guys and the owner decided it would be best to split the pool into male and female sides.

The structure was already almost split anyway. The men's changing room was on one side and the women's on the opposite of an Olympic size pool. The owner just build a wall down the exact center and split it into two small full length pools. It may sound odd, but at the time the wall was added they were closing for resurfacing and maintenance. That stopped most of the harassment, except the bathrooms were still on the men's side. A door that locked on the men's side only was installed too and women were given a key to get back. Unfortunately women were still getting bothered when they crossed over to use the facilities. As a result of this, the ladies got accustomed to peeing in the changing room whenever they needed to go. Eventually the hooligans got tired of never seeing anything but guys and left permanently, but the culture had already changed at least for peeing. There is actually a sign in the entrance hallway that reads, "Please be courteous when peeing in this room. Do not leave anything on the floor you do not want to get wet." The second line is there because, since we all pee on the floor regularly, it gets hosed down multiple times a day. The daughter of the owner comes in and does it about every two hours, making sure to pick some things up before she pees herself and then hoses it all to the drain. I asked if the males were allowed the same and she told me the sign on their side says, "If you are caught urinating in this room for any reason you will be fine, banned, and reported to local authorities."

So as you can guess it's rare to enter the changing area and find no one taking a wee... sometimes it is hard to find less than three to five girls going. At least now you understand why I have things to tell you, it had been a regular thing for so long it never dawned on me that y'all might want to hear about my experiences. To open I have a fairly comical one to share. I'm pretty athletic and swim at least once a week to keep my figure. This particular day I had just left the showers and was headed to my locker, I passed by a mother and young teen daughter standing together peeing. I could tell they were related because they both stood with hands on hips and the stream shot forward almost to the wall they were facing before arching down to the concrete floor, I suppose now it could have been her aunt. Just past them was a pair of twenty somethings one was squatting to pee and the other stood brushing her hair and peeing too. They said, "Hi!" as I passed and asked how my day was going. Now I finally reached my isle and there on the bench are three teen girls, completely naked, sitting next to each going full force across the distance from the bench to the locker. That is roughly 4', and it was not like the three arcs were low to the ground. Of course this caught my eye and I stood to watch both impressed and blocked off. I was trying to come up with a reason to stare and not seem rude, so I decided to play a prank on them. I took the towel over my shoulders and dried myself a bit waiting for them to finish. When they were done they glanced at me and I started with this, "I don't recognize you three, but from what you've just done it is clear that you didn't read the sign by the door either. It says 'BE COURTIOUS when peeing.' I know these isles are wide, but when you shoot all way across and block access that is not ver~" and that was as far as I got before I lost it to laughing. To explain it in a way that makes more sense it went like this: I am drying off my boobs, I start talking and throw the towel back over my shoulders, I finish the first sentence and then start peeing on the floor myself, I was naked except the towel obviously and I shave since I wear a race swimsuit, I make a jet that comes down hard and fast in a straight shot to the floor at a sharp angle, so there was no mistake when I started and what I was doing, as I said the part about the width of the isles I bent my knees and swayed to spray from the bench to the lockers and back to the bench, this caused the girls to get a confused / surprised / amused look and seeing that was enough to make me lose the concentration on my tone. I started laughing, which caused them to start laughing and the harder I laugh my boobs bounce and my six pack abs show only then too. I was still going full force and the laughing made my flow erratic, so I turned to keep my pee from splashing them until I finished. Once we all calmed down I told that I was surprised at their control and in the future just to be aware that were blocking the path. They apologized and went about getting dressed. We all left about the same time and hollered at each other, "See you soon." I will write again when I get another good sighting. Until then, "Keep the Carpet Wet for Me."

[steve25805 125,827]

On ‎08‎/‎02‎/‎2018 at 2:21 PM, Alfresco said:

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I'm surprised there are not more letters covering peeing at night clubs - maybe because it is actually quite common and people don't feel the need to write about it because they are just peeing out of necessity.   Anyway, I often go clubbing with my two friends Lynne and Michelle.   We live in a suburb of a small city in South West England.   We are of like mind and if we need to pee, then we pee - we are not shy of peeing in public although we do try to be a bit discrete but we can't see the point in suffering discomfort just because there is no toilet handy.   As an example, I'll give you a summary of our antics from last Friday, which is quite typical of a night out for us.

We met up at Lynne's house and had a couple of beers whilst we were getting ready.  I wore a tight fitting white top and a short black leatherette skirt.  Lynne had on a flared blue dress and Michelle had a miniskirt that was almost indecent with a sheer top that left little to the imagination.  None of us wore knickers - we have found from experience that they just get in the way.

We caught the bus into town about 9pm and were already slightly tipsy.  The bumping bus didn't help our filling bladders and as soon as the bus stopped in town we dived into a side street where we all lined up against the wall, squatted down and watered the pavement.   Two lads walked past and had to step over our puddles, getting a good view of our pussies as they went by.  They certainly weren't offended and they didn't hide the fact that they were having a good look.  

We joined the queue for the pub and soon were inside where more drinks were consumed.   We were enjoying dancing and drinking but of course soon needed to pee again, so we headed to the ladies and being early, there was no queue outside the toilets, but once we got inside, all cubicles were occupied and several other girls were waiting.  We didn't fancy waiting, so Lynne and I hopped up on the sink counters and peed in the sinks whilst Michelle hovered over a bin to pee.   The girls waiting looked a little surprised, but when we were done and leaving before they had even got into a cubicle, I think they realised that we had the right idea.  

Next time we needed to pee, the queue for the toilets was out of the door and down the corridor.  We all joined the queue, but had no intention of waiting in it.  We squatted down and pretended to be checking things out on our phones whilst waiting for the queue to move, but of course this allowed mine and Michelle's skirt and Lynne's dress to hang out of the way whilst our pussies were just inches from the floor.  My skirt was slightly less obliging than the others as it was not loose enough to hang completely out of the way.    First Michelle, then myself and finally Lynne all started to pee whilst we were there in the queue.  The area was dimly lit and the music was of course very loud, so nobody realised what we were doing.  Michelle and Lynne peed directly into the carpet, but my pee was directed at the back of my skirt, from where it ran down the inside of the skirt to the floor.   Being leatherette, it didn't show anything on the outside.   When we were finished, we all stood up and left the queue with Michelle saying quite loudly "I'm not waiting in that queue".   The girl behind us said "You'll lose your place!" but I replied - "It's OK we don't need to pee any more", which got a round of laughs from the other two as we walked away.  I expect the girls behind us worked out what we meant when they shuffled forward to take our place and felt the carpet being squishy under foot.

More dancing, more drinking, then we had a rest on one of the leather sofas which we were lucky had just been vacated. It was in a corner with a gap between the left hand end and the wall.  At the other end, there was another small gap and then another sofa. Of course we needed to pee again by now.  Michelle perched on the arm of the sofa, with her feet on the sofa cushion and her pussy just clear of edge as she was leaning on the wall.  She let loose with her pee, that fell to the carpet in the gap between the sofa and the wall.  She then slid down off the arm and onto the seat, wiping her pussy on the sofa arm as she went.  Lynne was sat in the middle of the two seat sofa, with her skirt carefully pulled out from under her.  She reached underneath herself and pulled the cushions slightly apart before proceeding to pee forcefully into the gap between the cushions.  I was sat at the other end of the sofa from Michelle and I just peed where I was.  My leatherette skirt acted as a barrier between me and the sofa and as the sofa was low, my knees were higher than my bum, so my pee pooled inside my skirt, warmly caressing my bum.  When I had finished, I was left sat in a puddle of my own pee, which wasn't going anywhere.   I waited until nobody was obviously looking our way, then I slid to the front of the sofa and raised my bum.  The pool of pee flooded out of the skirt and formed a waterfall to the carpet for just a few seconds.  I stood up and walked about for a minute to allow most of the residue to run out and fall to the floor.

Soon it was time to go home.  Of course, there was a queue for the taxi rank and the cold air combined with the latest round of drinks had an effect of our bladders so we all took it in turns to nip into the nearby car park stairwell for a pee whilst the others kept our place in the queue.  On this particular evening, we managed to get home without further event, but I will just say that there have been taxis in the past that have been left with wet puddles on the floor or upholstery, although I wouldn't like to say how it happened!!!

Happy Clubbing

Julie

 

 

Wow, that was awesome. Loved it.

[steve25805 125,827]

Two more great additions, Hentaixt. Nice one.