Wet Carpet magazine

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

Me and my girlfriend are a couple of lesbians in our late 20s, with something of a reputation for being a bit wild and hard to handle. Rarely does anyone fuck with us and if they do they generally end up regretting it.

Well the other night we were having a girl's night in at our place, and there were about ten of us altogether in our flat, drinking, chatting, and having a laugh.

Thing is, though, it was a cheap flat - more akin to a large bedsit really - with a large living room and makeshift kitchen area in one corner, and a shower cubicle rigged up in another. There was no actual bathroom and the toilet was a communal one outside the flat and up some stairs, shared with other tenants. 

Our landlord is a cheap bastard obviously, but the rent is therefore low, which is important right now because money is tight.

To tell you the truth, when we want to pee we generally don't see the point of leaving the flat and going upstairs to the toilet outside. It's easier - and frankly more fun in a naughty kind of way - just to squat and pee in the shower cubicle. And we like seeing each other doing it.

Well, with the girls around we apprised them of the situation and said that going outside and upstairs to the toilet all the time was a hassle. I said that we just peed in the shower usually because it was easier and more convenient. And we said if was fine if they all did the same.

And most of them were quite happy to do so. It was brilliant, because although most at first modestly pulled the shower curtain across, after a few drinks few bothered anymore. After all we were all girls together, were we not? And so my girlfriend and I got to see lots of different ladies squatting and peeing in our shower cubicle.

Unfortunately, however, a couple of the girls sitting on the sofa were less cool about it and were increasingly starting to mutter about how gross this was and what disgusting bitches we all were. We kind of tolerated this at first in a light hearted kind of way - they were free to go outside to the toilet if they preferred. 

But they seemed to have a problem with the rest of us peeing in the shower and were becoming increasingly vocal about it. And we could see this was starting to irritate some of the other guests. And it was seriously starting to annoy us too.

So my girlfriend and I - both needing another pee - decided it would be funny to REALLY give them something to complain about.  We decided what we were going to do between ourselves - it was my idea, lol.

And we just did it! 

Basically we stood side by side facing the glass coffee table in front of the sofa, on the other side of which - facing us - the two moaning minnies were sitting. In just a couple of seconds, not giving them time to react, we parted our legs somewhat, raised the front of our skirts and pulled our panties aside.

And started pissing!

Right there, all over the glass surface of that coffee table, gyrating our hips to spray as much of it as possible.

And some of it was splashing onto the legs of those two moaning cows!

They were horrified.

Took them a few seconds to fully react, but they got up and stormed out of the flat, calling us a pair of dirty bitches.

Everyone else just laughed, as much at their reaction as at what we were doing. We were still standing there pissing when the door closed behind them, though neither of us saw the point of stopping. And the rest of our guests still seemed to find the very audacity of what we were doing funny. Besides, in a way it was fun to just stand there pissing on the table like that.

So we carried on until we were done, totally flooding the surface of that table.

And pee was dripping off the sides onto the carpet, which only seemed to add to the amusement of everyone. It's only a shitty cheap carpet anyway, so who cares?

Was a very funny moment.

And now you can see why no one fucks with us, lol

Because we have no limits, haha.

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a lucky guy. I share a rented house with two great looking ladies.

This is Sasha on the left and Sue on the right....

 

We early on developed this easy going situation where we were totally comfortable with each other, and thought nothing of walking around or past each other naked. It was not the least bit unusual sometimes for me to be standing there peeing on the toilet when one of them stepped out of the shower naked to start drying herself off in front of me, wholly untroubled by the fact that I was stood there pissing in the toilet.

None of us have since early on in our house share been bothered about using the toilet in each other's company. 

In fact we quite quickly got into the habit of accompanying each other to the bathroom in order to continue with interesting conversations when needing to pee. And it wass interesting to be stood there pissing whilst they stood there chatting to me like it was no big deal. Indeed, their gaze often flicked towards my pissing dick at such moments, with knowing smirks between them. It was quickly obvious to me that they enjoyed watching me, and had discussed this fact between themselves.

And they have never really minded me watching them either, often sitting and peeing on the toilet with their legs open, not minding that I was watching them pee. They seemed to enjoy providing the show as much as I enjoyed watching it.

 We all in truth had come to enjoy watching each other and being watched by each other when peeing.. It was kind of our unspoken and unacknowledged thing. A harmless cheap thrill that was all part of the fun of living together. Likewise seeing these ladies with fuck all on on a regular basis.

Well one evening we were all lounging about in the living room drinking and the conversation went in a very interesting direction. Cannot at all remember how it came up, but Sasha was laughing about the fact that when she was a kid she was too lazy sometimes to go to the toilet at night and just peed on the bedroom carpet. Sue laughed, "I did that a couple of times too!"

I commented on how sexy that sounded. They called me a perv and said they were only kids and eventually grew out of it. I chuckled that I wasn't imagining them doing it as kids but as grown women. They laughed, but said there was no way they were going to pee on the carpet like they might have done as kids a few times. They were adults now, and ladies don't do things like that. Though Sue immediately said, "Mind you I once saw this porn film where these two ladies were peeing on someone's carpet. It was funny but kind or erotic in a dirty kind of way."

Sasha laughed, "Bet it wasn't their carpet though, and they probably got paid a lot of money for doing that."

Anyway, later we were all heading off to the bathroom together to pee as was our custom, and Sasha beat us to the toilet and was peeing there. Sue was pretty desperate  and going on about needing to pee. So I suggested she do it somewhere else. Both ladies exchanged glances. This was kinkier than anything before, but Sue then grinned broadly, making the decision to be naughty. "Shall I do it in the shower?"

I encouraged her to go right ahead. 

Moments later, Sue was squatting in the shower cubicle, grinning at me as I enjoyed the show of her pissing there. It was brilliant. In mid flow, Sasha finished her own pee and joined me in watching Sue.

I still needed to pee and decided it would be fun to use the sink. As I approached the sink and got my dick out, Sasha laughed, "Oh my god, not in the sink!" But I did it anyway as they stood there watching me with grins. 

After this, on our bathroom forays together, ignoring the toilet became the norm. Instead they took turns peeing in the shower in front of me, whilst I tended to piss in the sink.

Things got naughtier though. One day we were all naked in the bathroom when I suggested they be a bit more imaginative and pee somewhere else. "Where to?"

"On the floor", I suggested.

Sasha laughed, "We can't do that! What about the mess?"

I told them not to worry about it, saying that I'd clean it up.

Sasha grinned at Sue, "Shall we do it?"

Sue smirked for a second or two pondering the possibility, then beamed a broad grin as she said, "I'm gonna do it!"

She popped a squat right there, joined a second or two later by Sasha.

And then both ladies were pissing there all over the tiled bathroom floor, grinning with pleasure as they did it. Clearly they were enjoying this.

They watched me pissing on the floor afterwards. Then they ran out giggling, leaving the mess for me to clean up.

Pissing on the floor became the new norm from now on - and not just in the bathroom. Quite often we decided to piss on the floor in the kitchen as well. And Sue was very easily persuaded to get up and piss on the kitchen table a number of times.

So you see, once we started we gradually got naughtier and naughtier, losing any inhibitions we started with. And morphed into a guy and two girls who blatantly peed everywhere in their own home just for fun.

I still secretly wanted them to pee on the carpet. So one day when they needed to go I suggested not bothering with the kitchen or bathroom but doing it in my bedroom instead. And said that I was going to do it there and invited them to watch. They took little more persuading.  

Soon they were stood either side of me, grinning as they watched me pissing against my bedroom wall. They laughingly remarked on the fact that much of it was ending up down on the carpet. Afterwards, when I suggested they just pee on the carpet themselves, they actually took little persuading. With only a token protest, they were soon both squatting in the middle of the room, and gleefully peeing on my carpet.

It was soon pretty much anything goes. Sasha one day invited Sue and I to watch as she peed on her own bedroom carpet beside her bed.

Then Sue invited me to christen HER bedroom carpet, and decided she wanted to lend me a hand as I did so!

So there I was standing naked in the middle of Sue's bedroom, with Sue holding my dick as I peed all over her carpet. And she was deliberately aiming it all around so I was spraying as much of her carpet as possible.

Recently, I got them both to piss on my bed. I enjoyed laying in my bed that night, lol

Now we often don't even bother going up to the bedrooms anymore, let alone out to the bathroom and kitchen. It's just easier and even naughtier to just pee wherever the fuck we want in the living room. Sometimes against the walls or on the furniture, but mostly on the carpet.

It's interesting how this developed so gradually from fairly respectable beginnings, to the point where we are now probably the dirtiest piss freaks in existence, happy to pee just about anywhere for fun.

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

This is Angie, one of the regulars down the pub, a sexy lady in her 40s.....

Thing is, I've had my eye on her for a while and love flirting with her. Because once she's had a few she's a right dirty slag when it comes to pissing. I've seen her pissing in some guy's beer glass before, then seen him drink it.

Another time she invited several of us to watch her pee for a laugh, then strode into the gents and popped a squat, pissing there on the floor in front of us. It was sexy as fuck.

Rumour has it that she has been barred from another local pub for deliberately pissing on the carpet when drunk. And that she once got thrown out of a nightclub for brazenly squatting and pissing in the middle of the dance floor just for a laugh.

And then there is the tale a couple of other ladies told us about the time she was out drinking with them and disappeared. So they went looking for her because they were a bit concerned because she'd had a lot to drink, and they eventually found her in a back lane around the back. Where she was squatting over some guy's face! And pissing in his mouth!

And then there is the story about some time at a party when she got up and pissed on the table in front of everybody for a dare.

Anyway, I decided that such skanky pissings were actually quite a turn on, so I sought to chance my arm and try chatting her up. I bought her a few drinks last night and got lucky. She ended up taking me back to her place, where we made a beeline for her bedroom.

One thing became immediately obvious to me. Her bedroom stank of piss. 

I needed a piss and asked where the bathroom was. She laughed and told me not to bother, pointing instead to the bedroom wall and explaining that the guys usually just piss against the wall.

I laughed, "Seriously?"

"Yeah, the guys do it all the time. Some of them like to just piss on the floor!"

"What, on the carpet? And you let them?

She laughed, "Why not? It's fun watching guys piss, and I do it myself all the time anyway."

And with that she reached under her skirt and took her knickers down, tossing them aside. Then she popped a squat right there in the middle of her bedroom, and started pissing on the carpet.

"See?" she chuckled. 

It looked sexy as fuck, watching her pissing on her own carpet.

I chose not to piss against the wall, since that would have meant turning my back on her. And I was enjoying watching her show too much. She was pissing loads as well, with a loud hissy sound, making an enormous puddle on the carpet. 

I just got my dick out and started pissing on the carpet myself, a couple of feet from where she was squatting.

It was great fun.

We got our clothes off after that and had great sex on the bed, both of us horny as fuck  after what we'd done.

We crashed out soon after.

But during the night she woke me saying that she needed another piss. And I realised I needed to go to.

But she said with a smile, "Let's just do it here!"

And seconds later, I could hear a hissy pissing sound and feel warm wetness splashing against my leg. She was peeing right there in the bed, lol. So I joined in, both of us deliberately pissing her bed together.

Somehow we managed to sleep in it, lol.

Though when we woke in the bed this morning, not only was it just as wet but also pretty damned cold. 

So we got out pretty quick, and pissed on her bedroom carpet again, before heading downstairs for breakfast. We had a couple of coffees in her living room, then I got up to leave. But she said she'd give me a little show to remember - and she squatted and peed on her living room carpet with a grin for my viewing pleasure.

I don't know why I was suddenly brazen enough to do what I did next.  But just as she finished her piss I stood in front of her and got my dick out, aiming it at her. I waited several seconds to give her time to object. But she just stayed in her squatting position, grinning in apparent anticipation.

So I pissed all over her right there in her living room, spraying her clothes and pissing in her hair and face. She even let me piss in her mouth. It was brilliant.

I certainly hope to see her again. She says she wants to christen my bedroom carpet, lol. I am kind of thinking I want her to piss on my face at some point, hahaha.

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet,

 

My friend Rebecca told me about your magazine thought it might be just what I’m looking for. After reading just a few of the other entries, I think she may be right. I have been a wetter since I was a kid because I have a weak bladder. As soon as I feel like I have to go, it’s only a matter of minutes before my body doesn’t give me a choice. I have to go. This had led to some unfortunate situations, but as I got older it also led to some pretty sexy fun.

 

As a kid, my parents kept me in protective underpants until I became so self-conscious that I begged them to let me go without them, promising them frequent bathroom trips and to go easy on the fluids. By the time I was in my teens, I became an expert at knowing when I needed to get to a bathroom. I also became an expert at figuring out how to find discrete ways to empty my bladder if I couldn’t get to a bathroom. This led to my later habits of wetting in public both secretly and with friends.

 

That’s how this started. I was with Rebecca, the friend who recommended your magazine, walking around the mall, when I felt the usual urge to pee. I told her we should make our way towards the bathrooms, but she looked at me and frowned.

 

“Do you really have to go right now? We just came in here.”

 

“I do,” I said. She looked around and then smiled.

 

“What if we didn’t leave?” she asked.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, you’re wearing a skirt, so…”

 

“No…,” I said.

 

“Why not?” she asked.

 

“Because I can’t just piss myself in a busy store. I need to get to a bathroom or find a good hiding place or something, like the parking garage.”

 

Rebecca stepped around to a large rack of clothes in the back corner of the store. “This looks pretty hidden to me,” she said. “Here, I’ll prove it.” I wasn’t sure what she meant until she stepped out of her shoes and stood closer to the rack of clothes. I saw her face change just a bit, and then I heard a very soft hissing sound and looked down and saw a clear stream running down her legs and to the dark carpet at her feet. Because the two of us had gotten ready together this morning, I knew she was wearing panties, which meant she was soaking them right now.

 

“Oh my god,” I said. “You’re seriously doing that?”

 

“I am,” she said, “and you should, too. It feels really good.” I could tell she struggled to keep a straight face as her flow eased. “And you’re literally the only one who knows I just did that,” she said.

 

She did have a point. The carpet was dark, and without looking closely it wasn’t even noticeable that anything was out of the ordinary. No one was looking at us, there was almost no sound, just the hissing, and you couldn’t see the stain on the floor. I felt another wave of pressure in my bladder, this one more urgent, and figured I wouldn’t have much of a choice now anyway.

 

“I’m not gonna make it anyway,” I said, “so I might as well.” Rebecca smiled, and I could tell she was trying to stay composed as I stepped next to her and slid my sandals off, kicking them next to hers. I pretended to be looking at the clothes on the rack as I relaxed and then let go. I felt my warm pee fill my panties and then flood down my inner thighs and my legs. It dripped down quietly over my feet, just barely making a hissing and dripping sound as it absorbed into the carpet at my feet. I bit my lip to keep from moaning because my friend was right. It felt incredible. I was finished quickly, and we both slid our shoes back on and left the store.

 

That started one of the best mall trips of my life. We stayed all day, spending all our money, and wetting ourselves in daring ways and in secret places, letting it drip down our legs or squatting in hidden corners and peeing through our panties onto the floor. In one store, we both went to separate dressing rooms way at the back of the store to try on some clothes when Rebecca said, “You won’t believe what I’m about to do.” I smiled and tried to imagine as I heard her sigh but did not hear any dripping.

 

“Are you pissing on the bench?” I asked.

 

“Mmm hmm,” she said. The image in my mind of her sitting on the bench in the dressing room, emptying her bladder into the cushion, really excited me. It also reminded me of my own need. But I was concerned about leaving a mess in two dressing booths, so I did my best to hold it until we were finished. “Do you have to go too?”Rebecca asked, as if reading my mind.

 

“Yeah, but I don’t want to make two messes for somebody to clean up.”

 

“Well, do you want to come over here?” she asked.

 

“I think so,” I said, knowing that I wouldn’t make it much longer. I got dressed, walked out of my dressing booth and into hers. She laughed when she saw me. I wasted no time stepping over to the bench, where I could see an obvious dark stain in the center of the bench. I started to sit right on it when Rebecca stopped me.

 

“Wait, take your panties off,” she said. “It feels so good.” I raised my eyebrows at her, not really thrilled about the idea of putting my bare pussy against a cushion that lots of other people had used, but her eagerness convinced me, so I slid my panties down and put my bare bottom right over her wet spot, giggling at the warm feeling of her puddle against my skin.

 

Then a familiar wave of pressure came over me, and I didn’t hold it back as a steady stream of pee sprayed out of me and into the cushion. It puddled between my legs and dribbled around my crotch, and I could feel the warmth seeping into the cushion under me. I sighed and bit my lip because I really felt like I would have an orgasm right there in front Rebecca.

 

“I told you so,” she said, smiling, as my flow continued, adding to the already drenched spot on the cushion. The warmth under me and the steady stream splashing between my slit and spraying my thighs almost sent me over the edge, which would have gotten us caught for sure. I controlled myself, though, as my pee flow dwindled to a trickle and finally stopped.

 

“Holy shit, that felt good,” I said.

 

The next memorable thing happened on the way home from the mall. We were riding the bus when I felt the familiar wave of pressure again. “I’m sorry, Rebecca, but I’ve got to pee again.”

 

“Me too,” she said. She surprised me when she sat up in her seat and pulled her skirt out from under her. We looked around, and other than the driver there was no one else on the bus because we had already made a few stops and dropped people off. Without saying anything, Rebecca sighed, and I could hear the loud hissing as she completely let go in her seat. She lifted her skirt and we both looked as her pee pooled right between her legs and her stream swirled into the puddle before slowly absorbing into the seat material. I watched, entranced, as a wave of pressure hit me and I just bit my lip and let go, the hiss of my warm pee matching hers. “Oh, Helen, you’re pissing into your skirt,” she said.

 

“I know, and I don’t care,” I said, smiling. I closed my eyes and let the warm swirl of my pee caress my slit as I soaked my seat. This time, I did not try to stop my orgasm, but I sighed and let it happen. I looked over at my friend who was still dribbling pee into her seat. She smiled and watched me as I panted and climaxed right there next to her.

 

We’ve been back to the mall a few times since.

 

Helen

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet,

 

I’m writing to you because I want to tell you about my stay in a private resort a few years ago. It was after my divorce was finalized, and I decided to take a trip for myself. Just to let you know, I am a 42 year old plus-sized brunette. I was married to the same man for 21 years, and we had one daughter together. He had cheated on me several times in our marriage, and I forgave him until the day our daughter came home early and caught him with another woman in our house, and I was done with him after that.

Anyway, after the divorce was finalized, my daughter and a few of my friends encouraged me to take some time off of work. A close friend gave me the contact info and price quotes for a great place on the coast. I won’t reveal where for reasons you’ll understand later. It was a resort with private cabins for each occupant. It looked gorgeous in the photos, and the prices were reasonable, so I got online and booked a week’s stay.

When I arrived, the place looked even better than the photos showed, with blue waters that matched the blue of the sky, adorable hut-like cabins meant to mimic island life, palm trees and other tropical fauna. I checked into my room and started to unpack my bags when the road trip’s pressure on my bladder started to make itself known. It was then than the phone in my room rang, and I answered it to the familiar voice of my friend Karen.

“Hey Cheri,” she said. “What’s up?”

“This place is gorgeous,” I said.

“Of course it is,” she said. “And you’re staying in a private cabin by the ocean, right?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?” I asked.

“Cheri, just relax and enjoy yourself. I know I did when I stayed there.”

“What do you mean?”

Karen sighed. “Do I really have to explain it to you? I walked around naked most of the time, I bathed in the ocean, and as for the bathroom, well… I just went wherever.” I gasped as I remembered then that in all the years we had been friends, Karen had proven that she was not shy when it came to peeing, and more than a few times while out with me she had either found a discreet place to squat and pee or would let it go right in her clothes and let it trickle down her legs. She had even convinced me on occasion to join her in a secret squat in a few public places, like behind a corner somewhere or next to her car in a parking garage.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Yes, I am. They have a grounds crew that cleans up outside and a housekeeping crew that takes care of the inside after you check out. That’s why you paid that extra charge, remember?”

“Yeah, but…”

“No buts, girl. Seriously. Just relax and enjoy your stay.”

“I can’t believe you sent me here,” I said, but I was smiling. It was a gorgeous place, and the thought of just lounging around a private beach resort and not even bothering to go to the bathroom to pee really did sound relaxing.

“Do you have to go right now?” Karen asked.

“Yes, actually,” I said, smiling as I felt the pressure building in my bladder. “But I don’t know if I can,” I said.

“Well, I do, too,” Karen said, “and I’m sitting in my living room right now. If I just let go right where I am, you think you can do the same?”

“Maybe?” I said.

“Where are you right now?” she asked.

“I’m sitting on the bed,” I said.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” she said. “The beds are protected, so you won’t do anything except get the sheets wet. Housekeeping will change them out for you tomorrow if you call them, or you can just leave them until after you check out. It’s up to you. But whatever you decide, I can’t wait any longer so… Ahhhh….” After Karen’s sigh I thought I could hear a hissing and dribbling sound on the other end of the line.

“Are you peeing right now?” I asked.

“I am,” she said and sighed again. “I’m sitting on my couch right now, and it feels so warm. Mmmmm.”

I laughed. “I can’t believe you,” I said. Then I felt another wave of pressure at the sound of Karen’s hissing and splashing and knew that in spite of my attempts at control, I would soon be joining her. “What are you wearing?” I asked. It sounded like a cheesy question, but I wanted to get the picture in my mind of my best friend wetting herself on her couch, not caring at all about the mess.

“Well, when you called... mmm... I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but when I knew I was going to pee I took my jeans and panties off. Ohhh, Cheri, I’m still peeing.” She giggled. “What are you wearing?” she asked.

“Denim shorts and a tie-dye shirt,” I said, “but the shorts are coming off.” I unsnapped them and slid my shorts and my panties down and then rested my naked bottom on the edge of the bed.

“That’s so great,” Karen said. I noticed the hissing sound had stopped and assumed she was done, but my fun was about to begin. “It will feel so good, trust me.”

“In a few seconds, I won’t have a choice,” I said, feeling the pressure build even more. I decided not to hold back any longer, and as I sat right there on the edge of the bed I just let go. My warm pee sprayed out of me and splashed between my legs all over the bed and my thighs. I sighed as I felt it pool at my crotch and soak the sheets and mattress under me. “Ohhh, wow,” I said.

“I told you,” Karen said, giggling. I closed my eyes and let go completely, feeling the warmth as it sprayed out all over my legs and the bed and soaked my bottom.

“Ohhh, Karen, this is so good. This won’t be the last time I do this,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” she said. When I finally finished, Karen offered to let me enjoy the rest of my stay but made me promise to tell her all about it later. I agreed to call her again if I wanted to share another wetting with her.

After I hung up, I changed into a one-piece bathing suit, grabbed a bottle of water from my cooler, and walked out to the beach. The water was a gorgeous blue and was so clear I could see the bottom. The waves splashed gently onto the shore with a soothing sound. I looked around and really noticed how private and secluded the beach really was, so I slid my bathing suit off. I opened the bottle of water and took a quick drink before setting it down, and then I ran out to the ocean, laughing as I splashed through the tide. I swam out and under, enjoying the cool water on my naked body. I even saw some small fish dart around as I swam.

I swam for a little while longer and then walked out to a spot in the sand where a few beach loungers were laid out. I leaned back into one of them and felt the sun warm my bare skin. As I closed my eyes and listened to the soothing sounds of the ocean, I felt pressure building up in my bladder. Without moving I just sighed and let go. My warm pre splashed all over my legs and dribbled to the lounger under me. I felt my pushy tingling from the sensation of just peeing like this out in the open, so I started rubbing my clit and before long I was orgasming right there as I continued to pee in little dribbles.

I relaxed in the lounger a little longer, long enough to get a good tan on both sides. When I was finished, I grabbed my bottle of water, finished it off, and walked back up to my cabin. Once inside, I felt a little bit of pressure again, so I stood in the doorway and just relaxed, letting my pee flow down my legs to the carpet.

This was how most of my first afternoon at the resort continued. I sat around naked, and when I had to pee I just relaxed and let it go. I peed on the floor of the main room, on one of the cushioned seats, on the couch, in the kitchen. This sums up most of the rest of my stay at the resort, not bothering with going to the bathroom if I had to pee and just peeing wherever I was.

On my last night there, Karen called just before getting ready for bed. As I had done all week, I was planning to sleep naked, so I was laying in my bed, enjoying the feeling of the sheets and covers on my bare skin when the phone rang.

“Hey, how was your week?” she asked.

“Fantastic,” I said. “What are you up to?” I asked.

“Nothing much. Laying in bed, reading. Tom's out of town, and the kids are all out with friends, so it's just me and my book. What about you?”

“I am also laying in bed,” I said. “Naked.” I giggled.

“Have you wet the bed yet?” she asked.

“Just that one time when I was talking to you,” I said.

“No, I mean like while you're laying down or while you're sleeping. Like really wetting the bed.”

“No,” I said.

“Why the heck not? I told you the bed is protected. What are you worried about?”

“I don't know,” I said. “I guess I never thought about it. By the time I came to bed all I thought of was sleep, and I'd already peed somewhere else in the cabin before coming to bed, so…”

“Well, it's your last night, so you know what you have to do,” Karen said.

“I don't know…”

“Oh, come on,” she said, “after everything this week?”

“I know, but…”

“No buts, girl,” Karen said. “You can do this. And you won't regret it, I promise you. Have I ever been wrong?”

“No,” I said.

“Tell you what,” she said, “I'll do it with you.”

“You're going to wet your bed?” I asked, surprised.

“I am,” she said, “but I want us to do it together.”

“Okay,” I said.

“So how are you laying right now?” she asked.

“Um, I'm laying on my back.”

“Okay. Well, I'm sitting up because I was reading, and I have my legs straight out in front of me. You said you were naked, right?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Are you under the covers or on top of them?”

“Under,” I said. I could feel the pressure in my bladder growing, and I wondered if all this talk was Karen stalling to get me to the point where I wouldn't have a choice but to wet my bed.

“Mmm, nice. You'll feel every bit of it. I'm wearing my nightgown but no panties. But it's long, so it's down over my legs. I could pull it up, but I don't think I'm going to bother. I don't even think I'm going to spread my legs.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Ohh, I can feel the pressure growing,” Karen said. “Are you ready?” I settled deeper into the bed and relaxed, parting my legs just a bit.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay… here it comes.” As she said this, she sighed and I relaxed and at the same time that her sigh became a moan, I felt a splash of warmth between my legs as my pee sprayed out all over my inner thighs and between my legs, instantly warming the sheets under me. I spread my legs a little more, and the covers dipped between my legs at my crotch as I soaked them, as well.

“Oh my god,” I said, unable to contain my pleasure.

“Mmm, I know, ohhhh,” Karen moaned. I thought I could hear hissing and splashing in the phone that matched my own steady hissing spray. “Ohhh, it's spraying my clit because I have my legs together. Ohh, you should try this. Cheri, I'm sorry, but this is turning me on so much, I have to touch myself. Ohhhhh.”

“It's okay,” I said. I did as she suggested, putting my legs together as I continued to pee, feeling my flow splash up a little and tickle my slit.

“Do it with me,” she said. Without hesitation I reached down and started rubbing my slit, ignoring the warm dribble of pre on my fingertips as I teased my slit and rubbed my clitoris.

“Ohh, I'm still peeing,” she said, “and the bed is soaked. Mmmm, this feels so warm and so good.” I rubbed faster and harder as my friend continued to pant and moan on the other end of the line. I felt my climax building.

“Oh, God, Karen, I'm going to cum… Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!” As I cried out, I heard Karen scream, as well. When we were finished, we both laughed, feeling refreshed and relaxed.

“That was amazing,” she said. I agreed.

The next morning, I woke up and smiled. Even though I knew my trip was over, the cool wetness in my bed reminded me that I could still enjoy one last bit of pleasure. I was laying on my left side with my right leg out in front of me. Without moving, I sighed and emptied my bladder, enjoying the instant warmth as the sheets under me became soaked. My pre sprayed out so heavily that I started to cum without even touching myself, and I had a small but satisfying orgasm as I continued to pee in the bed.

I was sad to leave, but that trip changed me. I now regularly wet for pleasure, and Karen and I have had a few more wet adventures that maybe I'll tell you about another time.

 

Cheri

 

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Angela and I work as a letting agent, managing a portfolio of properties on behalf of landlords and letting them out to tenants. Anyway, I think I am ok in the looks department in spite of heading well into my 30s now. But judge for yourselves. This is me.....

Now, being brutally honest, some landlords are arses who just want the money and don't give a shit about their obligations. Tenants get nowhere quickly with even essential repairs with these types and it is so frustrating for me. Because my agency is just the middleman. We organise the repairs but we don't pay for them. We have to get the landlord to. And sometimes it can be like trying to get blood out of a stone, and then we get grief from understandably annoyed tenants.

And then on the other hand, you get the tenants from hell. They end up having to be evicted, and then we get grief from the landlord for having let to them in the first place, especially, as happens often, they have trashed the place.

But when arsehole landlord and tenant from hell collide, things can get very messy, and in one case recently I mean that very literally. Basically heating went down in a flat that already had troublesome tenants, a couple in their 30s. Landlord wanted to wait a couple of weeks until he got paid before doing anything about it. Winter was approaching so tenants were not best pleased about this. And I guess they kind of realised they were never going to see their deposit again. And being the tenants from hell types that they were they were not going to take this standing. In fact, the ladies probably took much of it squatting, hahaha. But I'll come to that.

You see, I suspect a number of guests were involved in what they did, not just themselves, judging by all the beer cans strewn around and cigarette butts ground into the wet carpet. Wet carpet? You guys know where this is going, right?

I had the job of going around to chase up their rent, which wholly unsurprisingly considering the whole situation, they saw fit not to pay that month, being in arrears already. But they were not home. I looked in through the letterbox and saw one unholy mess with beer cans and bottles everywhere. I have been in this job long enough to recognise the signs. Tenants hold party before fleeing, trashing the place in the process to piss off landlord with whom they have grudge. Happens depressingly often.

So I got out my spare key to the property and let myself in. Sure enough they'd gone. None of their personal belongings remained. And the keys were left in the middle of the coffee table in the living room. And they were laying in piss because the table was covered in it. 

And not just the table. The furniture too was covered in piss, and there were pee stains on the wallpaper due to walls being peed against. The carpet was so thoroughly soaked that I could hear it squelching under foot as I walked upon it. 

And the entire flat was in the same state. Bedroom carpet equally soaked, bed and mattress likewise, cupboards and drawers peed in too. Kitchen and bathroom floors were covered in piss.

None of this smelt particularly stale at all - thank god - so the party, for party it had clearly been, must have been pretty recent. Perhaps only the evening before the last.

Well, guess I'd be organising the clean up contractors and replacement furniture, though landlord was going to have to pay for it. Which was seriously going to piss him off. 

As I stood in the middle of the living room, taking in the damage, bemused, amused and actually slightly aroused, I realised I myself needed to pee, and the naughtiest of ideas came into my head. You see, on some level I kind of got off on the notion of just peeing anywhere with abandon and envied them their party. I guess it must have been a great laugh and a lot of fun, men and women peeing all over the place in front of each other.

Anyway, the carpet was thoroughly soaked already. A bit more piss wasn't going to make any difference. And who'd ever know?

So I unfastened my business trousers and eased them and my panties down past my knees as I dropped into a squat right there. And with my bare ass just inches from the pissy carpet, I started peeing there myself, with a loud hissy sound. The sight and sound of it splashing down between my legs and forming another pool over the already soaked carpet, the feel of just peeing right there with total abandon, was really doing it for me. I was getting a real kick out of it. A grown woman, respectable professional, just taking a deliberate piss on someone's carpet. And no one would ever know.

When I was done I pulled by panties and trousers back up and gazed with a smirk at the fresh pool of pee slowly seeping into the carpet.

Then I left with the pissy keys in my possession, and the much less pleasurable task ahead of telling the landlord about his flat, lol.

My husband was in luck that night. I was rampant as I fucked his brains out, horny as hell as I replayed the memory of my carpet pissing in my mind.

Angela

 

[hentaixt 1,580]

Wow, this place is kinda interesting. I've been going through all these accounts and retellings and it reminded me of something I could share too.

Unfortunately it's not about me so you'll just have you use your imagination on stuff...

Back in High School I made friends with a girl name Joanne. We were really close for awhile and we ended up going to the same college, so we stayed friends then too. Nothing terribly remarkable about us, we fooled around a few times when we got really drunk. Our junior year in college, her parents took a ski trip and I got invited to go along. We spent a week playing in the snow and exploring the mountain when we were not on the slopes. We'd been out for a few hours watching a deer play and some other animals that we were around when I realized I really need to tinkle. At this point the 2 of us were at least a mile from nowhere and probably the same from anywhere. XD I suggested that I just go there and she agreed because she wanted to go too. Being a goof I decided to try and write my name in the snow, it turned out OK. Joanne on the other hand... carved our initials in a tree stump... with her pee. I kid you not, this girl could GO. She got all embarrassed about it, but I slowly brought her around and we did a few other experiments.

I had to know how strong that jet was, so we grabbed the scale from the cabin bathroom and a mug from the kitchen and went out to the detached garage. She got ready and I set-up the scale. I knew I was going to have to hold the mug to keep it in place, but that only worked half-way. She squatted down over it and got as close to the opening as possible. Joanne started peeing and the scale registered EIGHT POUNDS, before the mug handle cracked and it went shooting across the floor and shattered against the wall. The thing we did was just before the trip ended, I wanted something to remember the trip since I would likely never get to go with her on another.

Just to prove I still have it, here's a picture:

Pics or it didn't happen, right? Yeah, she actually stripped rust off an old wrench. I'd tripped over it earlier in the week when Joanne and I were hiking; we took back, and left in the garage. I saw it sitting there and was like, Gotta try! So there you go... or there she goes... or something like that. ;D Those other stories on here with the "power" girls may not be that far-fetched. Not sure any of them could compare with Joanne, but I likely never know either since we lost touch when her family moved out of the country after she graduated. Who knows though, maybe she's been here and is reading this right now. (HAHAHAHA!!)

 

[Alfresco 11,610]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I wrote to you a while ago about my experiences in the museum Victorian bedroom with Jade.   If you didn't see that one, you can read it here:
https://peefans.com/topic/2779-wet-carpet-magazine/?do=findComment&comment=92034

 

After that experience, Jade and I spent more time together - we shared some lectures (even though she was the year above me) and we often studied together in the library or went out socially.   I gradually found out that she wasn't joking when she said that she would pee pretty much anywhere and being with her led me to further explore the feelings that I got in the museum that day.   Jade confided in me that she takes the view that it isn't worth going out of her way to find a toilet if she can find a sensible alternative and also she can't see the point of queuing up to use a toilet that is often in a dirty state anyway.   One day in a lecture, we were sitting together near the back.  It was one of those raked lecture theatres with each row on it's own level and having a kind of desk in front of the seats.  Jade casually slipped her empty coffee cup from the  desk, moved forward on her seat and pushed the cup up under her skirt.  I heard a quiet hiss and splatter as the cup started to refill.  Nobody around us seemed to notice anything.   Then I heard a quiet "shit!"  and I looked down to see pee falling from between Jade's legs to the floor.  Turned out that she had over-filled the cup and the excess was making it's way straight to the carpet.   She pulled the cup out from between her legs, splashing a bit more to the carpet in the process.  She put the lid on and then placed the cup on the floor under her seat.   When we left at the end of the lecture, she left the cup in place along with a wet patch on the carpet.

Another day, she came back to my room in the halls of residence to study together.   We were hard at it and had been drinking coffee.   She decided that she needed to pee and I was instantly concerned for the safety of my room.  I pointed out that the toilets were down the hall and she looked at me in disbelief.  "I'm not trekking down there just to pee!"   I must have looked alarmed because she continued "You have a perfectly good sink right here in the room".   With that, she moved over to the corner of the room where the sink was built into the dresser.  She turned her back on the sink unit, put one hand on the front of the counter each side of her and lifted herself swiftly onto the sink.  Her skirt hid most of what she was doing, but it was announced by a hissing accompanied by the drumming of her jet onto the stainless steel.   Finished, she jumped down and gave herself a little shake.  The last few drops fell to the carpet, but I thought that was not an issue.   "You can't tell me that you've never done that?" she asked.   I responded to tell her that I often used the sink in the night, but I usually head to the toilets during the day.  

About a week later, I met Jade in the library to do some evening study.  We had been there a couple of hours and had been drinking water.  We were sat on some sofas in a corner of the third floor, reading some text books and making notes.   I needed to pee so I said that I was off to the toilets, but Jade stopped me. "No need - you can go here.  Watch and learn my friend."   She moved to the middle of the sofa so that she was across the gap between two cushions, reached underneath herself from the sides and explained that she was pulling the cushions apart to make a gap.   The tell tale hiss could be heard.  After a whle, I heard a dripping noise as well.   Jade explained that the sofa had a fabric base over the springs, but once that was fully wet, the pee fell through and dripped to the carpet.  Apparently she had done this several times and nobody had ever noticed.   She shuffled back over to her original seat position, allowing the cushions to close up over the gap.  Nothing was visible at all.   She moved slightly forward and backwards where she was sitting to dry off the last drips onto the cushion.   "There you go, simple and convenient.   I first tried it when I was here alone and I had all my books and laptop out, so I didn't want to pack everything away just to go to the loo and I didn't want to leave it unattended in case someone nicked it!"    I had to agree that she made it look very easy.   I repeated her movements on the sofa where I was sitting.  I'm sure I was more conspicuous than she was, but I did manage to easily achieve the intended result.   I need to work on how I part the cushions though as when I started peeing, my hands got wet.   Still that felt quite nice and warm anyway so it wasn't a bad thing.

We went to the cinema one evening and Jade purchased supersize soft drinks for us both as well as some popcorn.  I protested at first saying a small drink would be plenty as I didn't think I would last the film anyway.  Jade told me not to be such a worry pants and bought the largest drinks anyway.  On the way into the screen, she said "Right, now don't even think about being uncomfortable by waiting for the end of the film to pee and don't worry about missing any of the film.   All you need to do is keep your skirt out of the way and let it out into the seat whenever you feel the urge.  You get to enjoy the film nice and relaxed and you can enjoy the warmth as well."   I was going to protest, but then I realised that there was no point and anyway, it might be a bit of fun.   We walked past the toilets on the way in and selected seats that were not close to anyone else.   No sooner had we sat down than I heard a barely audiable hiss and I knew that Jade was making herself comfortable already.   I decided that I should join her and get used to the idea now during the trailers rather than allow the nerves to build and distract me from the film.   I relaxed and spread my legs slightly.  It felt weird to be deliberately considering peeing into the seat cushion, but I imagined I was sitting on a toilet and relaxed until my pee started flowing.  I did a little and then cut the flow to check it was safe.   Nothing obvious and I could feel the pee was soaking away.  I let more flow and could feel my pee against my legs and pooling slightly.  It didn't get any deeper, so I figured the seat was soaking it nicely.   The feeling was divine and I realised that this was more than just convenient, it was naughty, sexy and a real turn on.   Throughout the film, we both relaxed and peed whenever the urge came.   We stood up at the end, but the seats didn't flip up as they were heavy with our pee, so Jade indicated that I should tip it up manually to avoid drawing attention.   I decided that trips to the cinema would never be quite the same again.

Have fun

Fiona.

 

[hentaixt 1,580]

I'm not 1 to usually comment and break 4th wall, but the bit at the end with the seats not going up is a brilliant touch. That added the right amount of realism to the story to make it worth my time to comment.

[Alfresco 11,610]

10 hours ago, hentaixt said:

I'm not 1 to usually comment and break 4th wall, but the bit at the end with the seats not going up is a brilliant touch. That added the right amount of realism to the story to make it worth my time to comment.

That was down to comments made previously by @Paulypeeps, who I consider to be an expert in these matters.   The comment was made in her list of rules on cinema peeing which can be found here:

 

 

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

On 11/22/2018 at 12:27 AM, hentaixt said:

I'm not 1 to usually comment and break 4th wall, but the bit at the end with the seats not going up is a brilliant touch. That added the right amount of realism to the story to make it worth my time to comment.

I'll comment and break the 4th wall just to tell @Alfresco that this was one of the hottest things I have ever read. 

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

I'm a guy in my late 20s and last night I picked up an older lady well into her 30s and went back to her place.

Pretty soon we were naked in her bedroom and having fun on her bed. 

Then after a short while she announced that she needed to pee and got up off her bed. But instead of heading towards the bathroom, she stopped a couple of feet from the bed and popped a squat right there. She looked at me and chuckled, saying with a big grin, "Fuck it, I'm just gonna go here!" Then she looked down at the carpet between her legs, and with a big grin started pissing on it. There was a loud hissing sound and a powerful yellow gush splattering onto the carpet. I couldn't believe it! She looked at me with a massive smile, saying, "I needed that!" Then she laughed and looked down again at her own piss splashing onto the carpet, creating an ever bigger puddle.

In mid-flow I asked her, "Do you make a habit of pissing on the carpet?"

She laughed, "Generally no. But occasionally it's actually quite enjoyable to just piss anywhere with total abandon."

She peed for ages as well.

By the time she was done and stood up, the puddle was rather large.

She asked me, smiling, "Do you wanna go?"

Actually I did. So I stood up and walked away from the bed as she said, "I'll give you a hand."

She reached down with her right hand and aimed my penis, saying "Go on then."

She wanted me to piss on her bedroom carpet too!

So I did.

And she was aiming it all around so that I peed over a large area of the carpet. She had a big grin whilst I was doing it and clearly loved it.

We then went back to having sex on her bed before crashing out. 

This morning she got out of bed to go to the loo, but just as she approached the door, she said with a smirk, "Why bother!"

And she just popped another squat right there and peed her golden morning pee onto the carpet, creating another large puddle.

I needed to go too, so she told me to piss against the wall, and came over to watch with a smirk as I did so.

I fucked up her wallpaper somewhat but she didn't seem to give a fuck.

I've got her number now, so hopefully we can have more pissy fun some other time.

[hentaixt 1,580]

So here I am again. Hopefully you remember me... I inherited a second mom and a raunchy step-sister that likes peeing. I thought that was the end of it, but it just got weirder this morning:

I crawled out of bed and headed down the hall to the bathroom because I just woke up and had to go. We usually keep the door closed and just open a crack, so I grab hold and swing the door open to find both my moms. My step mom is sitting naked on the toilet and my mom is sitting half-naked on her legs.

"Oh, hey son." (Like this is completely normal???)

"Sorry didn't know it was occupied."

Step mom, "You can use the sink if you need to."

"I think I'll just wait..."

Then as I turn back out of the room, I see my sister slide by me and now with me in the hallway, I watch her completely remove her sleep pants and hoist her butt up on the counter. Within moments she is peeing in the sink.

"Hey squirt, I got some wicked morning breath. You got anything to help me fix that??"

"I'm going to go get dressed."

 

That was it... so from what I can tell, my mom and my step-mom were peeing in the toilet with my mom going on my step-mom. Then my sister shows up and just uses the sink like it is something she does regularly. Now all of this might make sense, EXCEPT for one MAJOR issue; there are THREE bathrooms in our house. The one where all this occurred, one in the master bedroom that my moms share, and a very open half-bath in the laundry room off by the kitchen. When I say open, it is a laundry room with a toilet and sink, no walls or privacy if multiple people were in the room. I guess things are going to get stranger, I will keep you posted when something new occurs.

[whiskey35 306]

Hi, I’m Amanda a recent subscriber to this excellent magazine. Reading through some of the recent posts, I realised I was one of the three girls in Victoria’s car park story, so thought I’d share my story.

I’d been out for a night out with colleagues from work, something we tried to do at least once a month and I was on the way to catch a train home with my friends Jenny and Karen. We’re all in our early twenties and in our first proper job after university, in fact we had all started on the same day on the company's graduate induction program earlier in the year and had got on really well from the start.

On the night in question we’d just left the pub and saying goodbye to some of the others who were heading in a different direction, we were making our way to the station. There was no great panic as we knew there was half an hour to the train time.  Why is it though that as soon as you leave a pub you’re hit with the urge to pee?  I felt it straight away, but as usual Jenny was the first to voice her need to go, she has to have one of the smallest bladders I know. “Girls, guess what I need a wee. Does anyone else need to go?” Karen and I burst into a fit of giggles knowingly, before admitting that we could both do with one as well.

“Have we time to go back to the pub” asked Karen, who was never that keen on having to pop a squat. Jenny and I didn’t share that concern and frequently found a spot for an impromptu pee when needed. “No it was closing up as we left” Jenny replied. “We’ll find somewhere on the way, as there’s no toilets at the station,” I added, remembering the last time we’d been here. Walking further down the street I spotted a sign for a car park and remarked “there’s a perfect spot” pointing to the sign. Karen sighed somewhat disapprovingly, but knowing full well that she would be using it as well.

Entering, I scanned around for a spot and was disappointed to find there weren’t that many cars to give us a bit of cover, but noticed the staircase at the far end. Quickening our pace we headed in that direction, “come on” I said leading the charge. Just then we heard the door open and noticed two well dressed girls exiting and heading in our direction. "Amanda, there are people around!” Karen exclaimed somewhat concerned. "So we can just pee in the stairwell, it's no biggie!", I responded. Passing the other girls one of them turned her head towards us and said loudly, "Don't worry, it's no longer occupied!" and then burst into a fit of giggles. "You hear that?" I said reassuringly, continuing towards the door.

Opening it, we immediately noticed the flood the other girls had left. “Somebody definitely needed to go” laughed Jenny. Picking our way up through the dry bits we were soon on the first floor landing. Jenny quickly headed towards a corner, hitching up her red mini skirt. Lowering her thong as she dropped into a low squat a strong jet of pee immediately shot out of her with a loud hiss as it splashed down on the concrete.  “You go ahead” I told Karen nodding my head towards the opposite corner. “I’ve a bit more undressing to do in this outfit”

Karen hitched up her silver dress and hooking her thumbs into the waist band of her white lacy boy shorts, she dropped into a semi high squat. For someone who was reluctant to peeing anywhere other than a toilet, she didn’t waste any time in blasting out a gushing pee from her shaved pussy. Looking towards her I noticed both the look of relief and a smile on her face showing she was enjoying using the stairs as her toilet. “You look like you’re enjoying that wee” I remarked, “We’ll make you one of us yet!” Glancing across at the river of pee running from her Jenny added “I think she’s certainly getting there” to which Karen burst into a fit of laughter, secretly enjoying the thrill she was feeling.

With that Jenny’s wee was coming to an end and she bounced up and down a few times before standing up to pull up her thong and adjust her skirt. It was my turn to take care of business and I moved across the landing and onto the next flight of stairs to get a dry spot. It had been a good idea at the time, but my black halter neck play suit was now not looking the best choice of outfit, especially as I’d also decided not to wear a bra. Undoing the straps and then bunching up the top half, I started lowering the rest, along with my thong and dropped into a low squat on the stairs. It didn’t take any time for a thick jet of pee to shoot out of my lips and arc towards the landing to join the small lake of pee that had already formed.  Being virtually naked, I was getting an amazing thrill from my naughty wee and could feel my nipples hardening as I continued. I was so tempted to reach in beneath my neatly trimmed bush and give my clit a quick rub but decided best not to.

Meanwhile Karen had finished up and taking a tissue out of her purse, she wiped her pussy carefully before dropping the tissue into the puddle beneath her. Standing up to pull up her knickers and then adjust her dress, now being fully relieved, having enjoyed it and not been embarrassed at peeing in the staircase, given the amount of others who had already done so, she realised she had finally got over her reluctance to pee outside. “So can I officially join your club then?” she asked. “Yes, as long as you pass the final test, which is to find us a place to wee the next time,” I replied. “As long as it’s not wearing an outfit like yours, I should be alright,” she replied to howls of laughter from Jenny.

My own wee had started to wane and as it finished with a few spurts, Karen handed me a tissue to wipe. “Do you need a hand getting dressed?” she also asked. Saying I was fine, I wiped before rising slightly to firstly slide my thong up,  before standing up to get redressed. Just as I was about to redo the straps, we heard the bottom door open and a couple of male voices. Jenny quickly shouted out “lads this is the ladies!” “Err it’s okay,  we’ve found the urinals down here”. Glancing over the railings and between the gap in the stairs, Jenny could just make out the outline of two lads relieving themselves against the wall. I quickly finished doing up my straps and we waited in silence, until we heard the door close again as they left.

“That was a close call, let’s get out of here quick”, Jenny exclaimed, already moving down the stairs. “Imagine if they had been a few minutes earlier and caught you with your tits out peeing for all you were worth” she followed on with before we all burst into a fit of laughter.  Exiting the staircase we realised they weren’t as far across the car park as we’d hoped.

Hearing us emerge they looked in our direction and we exchanged one of those glances that we knew what you were doing as we were doing the same. Deciding they were probably as embarrassed at getting caught as we were, I called out “thanks for letting us finish off.” “No problem,” came the reply. We soon caught them up and found they were a couple of decent lads. Finding they were also going our way we let them join us on the train, engaging in a bit of harmless flirting, though I’m almost sure Karen managed to get one of their numbers, the dark horse!

Hope you reading my story, I’ll hopefully share more exploits in the future.

Amanda

Edited January 19, 2019 by whiskey35

[hentaixt 1,580]

Hello again all, It is AshPee!

For those that remember me I am a member of a pool where the girls regularly pee in the locker room... actually strike that ALWAYS pee in the changing room. We had a super special event the other day; it was the anniversary of the wall being built!! The owner held a party and invited as many of us girls to show up as could come. They decorated the room and served lots of drinks and food. Of course peeing was casual and we were encouraged to come in our suits to swim if we wanted or just hang out and chat. Let me tell you, I had no idea how many members we had... there were people I had never seen there and I am at the pool about every other day. Apparently we have a night swimming class, a high school synchronized swim team, and MILF Aqua Yoga (yes that is the actual title).

Anyway, on to the fun stuff:

I got there early and stayed almost the whole time, I wanted to see as much as I could for you folks. Some came and went (BOY HOWDY!), and several ladies stopped in just to pee. As I said the atmosphere was even more casual than usual, the sign that states, "... Be Courteous..." actually had that whole line covered in tape. Mothers and daughters were standing together talking in groups, when one of them needed to go they literally just relieved themselves! You would see them remove whatever they were wearing down there, just pop a squat, sit on a bench, or stand and let loose. The most fun was that no one cared if they got pee all over them, so after a while they were actively showering each other. The high school swim team and some other girls around the same age put on a scene, one of the three girls from my last report was squatting and shooting a big long arc like before, when the synchronized team came and stood around her. Needless to say they lived up to the name, six strong streams raining down on her simultaneously, then her friends from last time straddled her open legs and started hosing her down too. Everyone stopped to watch and a few of the older women stepped in queue to keep the show going as one or another of the group would run dry. The owner and her daughter did a small display too, the owner disrobed and sat on a bench, and then her daughter disrobed and climbed up to stand behind her. The owner then helped her daughter onto her shoulders and the daughter, with support from her mom, squatted over her mother's head. Then she started peeing, from the height she got decent distance, then her mother started her own stream and was able to match the point of impact. It was QUITE IMPRESSIVE.

So the last thing of interest was the big surprise.  The owner told us all to drink as much as we could for the next forty five minutes. We did just that and most of us were bursting and fidgeting. We were instructed each to stand in different locations around the room and to be naked from the waist down. We could choose any position we wanted, but had to stay in our designated space. The owner got in place and told us to all start going as quick as we could release. The daughter was standing towards the front of the room peeing in her normal pose with the hose in hand as she always does before she cleans the room, and that is when the owner snapped the photo.

 

So now to show any new members that going anywhere in the room is acceptable, there is a photo next to the plaque in the room. A big banner across the top says, "Happee 5 YEAR Anniversipee!!" and there in a nice frame: thirty seven women, girls, and a few young ones all spraying down the changing room at the same time. Once in a lifetime opportunity and I am glad I was there for it.

 

Hopefully I will have some more stories soon.

[somedood123 398]

Hi again everyone,
It's Vanessa from quite a while back. I wrote in about how a work trip to another city had led to a rather desperate (and eventually relieving!) situation for me the last night as we arrived back at our hotel.
Anyway, I haven't written in again since then as I really haven't had any interesting things to tell you, but that changed a few weeks ago when I was out with a new friend whose name will be Julia (and just in case anyone's wondering, no, my real name is not Vanessa).
I am still working at the same office and no, I never told anyone what I did until this night. My friend in this story is a colleague who started working with us last summer and the two of us became friends. She is just a few years younger than me, pretty much just got her degree, which might be why we get along so well since a lot of my other colleagues are a fair bit older than me.
Well back to the matter at hand - and I actually have two stories here, one which my new friend told me after I somewhat accidentally told her what I'd done back then in the hotel story.
We had been out for a few drinks on a Friday night and suddenly found ourselves in the streets after the bar closed at 2 am. The thing is, neither of us knew it was closing so early so we were just kicked out. Only allowed to finish our glasses if we did it fast.
"Well then, go home or keep going?", Julia said.
"Honestly, I'm thinking home. It's been a long day and I think I've had more than enough to drink", I giggled slightly. We had also clearly passed the point where we could say we were 'just tipsy', so going home was probably the better decision.
"Mhm, I've been up since 6", she responded.
"6:30 for me", I said.
"But damn, I didn't think they were gonna close this early. I was just about to go pee", Julia  changed the topic.
"You too?", I laughed and took out my phone to find the quickest way home. We lived in the same area, but the bar we had been at was in the other part of the city.
"Maybe we should try to slip into that club over there", Julia pointed, "just to use the bathroom".
"I don't know. It might be pretty packed and before we make it through the line, we could've been on  the subway", I said and continued, "10 minutes that way and we're on the train and then it's just a 5 minute ride before my stop and I think yours is right after?".
"Yeah", Julia said, having abandoned her idea.
So we began the walk, but after just a minute or two, we encountered a road block. Apparently the street was being renovated and both traffic and pedestrians were directed elsewhere.
"What now?", Julia asked.
"Uhm...", I said while looking at my phone, "looks like it'll take at least 10 minutes longer. We have to take a right here down this side street, then left and then straight for a while and then to the left again and we should be back on this street".
"Ugh, really? Lead the way then", Julia then said.
After about 5 minutes, and having barely made it halfway, I realized I probably had to pee much more than I had initially anticipated.
"Gosh, I really gotta pee", I said and stopped.
"You're not the only one", Julia grinned.
"I'm beginning to doubt whether I can even make it home", I said.
"Me too", Julia giggled somewhat nervously.
We continued in silence for about a minute.
"Okay, seriously," I began and pointed across the street, "what if we just go in that alleyway? There's no way I'm making it home like this". I didn't know how she would react but at this point I really didn't care.
"Okay", Julia giggled, "if you say so" and we crossed the street.
So we stepped into the dark alleyway - just a bit. Luckily for us, there was a small garbage dumpster close to the opening that we could hide behind.
"At least there's no one nearby it seems", Julia commented.
We then pulled up her dresses, lowered our panties and got into a low squat side by side and started washing the concrete.
"You're winning", Julia suddenly said.
"What?", I giggled over the sounds of our hissing and splashing pee streams.
"Yours is going much further", she laughed.
I couldn't argue with her. My stream was shooting out slightly forward and causing quite a river to form and run towards the other wall.
Julia finished peeing before me and stood up while adjusting her clothes.
"You've done that before, haven't you?", she giggled.
"Guilty as charged", I laughed, "sometimes you can't help it".
"Oh I know.", she said and continued laughing, "If I gotta pee, I find a place to pee".
"One time I had to go so bad, I popped a squat in a hotel", I said as I was finishing up.
"You did what?", Julia giggled.
I then hesitantly told her the story.
Fortunately she just thought it was funny.
"And you didn't get caught?", she asked laughingly as I finished.
"Nope! Not that I know of at least!", I said.
She then proceeded to tell me of a job she had some years back. She was a bartender at a night club whose owner was rather, well, let's say, very strict and not cooperative. He refused to hire more staff which meant that busy nights, which was almost every Friday night, could mean very long shifts with no breaks.
I'm gonna try and tell this story from her perspective the way she relayed it to me because I think it was quite... interesting. Haha.

"There was one Friday night where I had been a few minutes late to work and my boss was pretty mad. We're talking maybe 5 minutes or so. The thing is, I kinda had to pee before coming in so obviously I was gonna do that before starting my shift. Nope. There was no way. My boss demanded I got out there behind the bar right away. And it was a busy night!
My shifts are usually from 9 pm until 4 am when we close. I'm supposed to have a break around 1 am, but that pretty much never happens. We're 2 bartenders during this time, but Friday nights are always so busy that one of us leaving for a couple of minutes just isn't really an option. And yeah, the boss is often there so can't just sneak off either.
Yep, that's 7 hours. 7 hours of not being able to pee. I mean, sure, I could manage if I dehydrated myself, but how is that an option when I've gotta stay on my feet serving customers for 7 hours straight? Usually it meant the last hour or two was quite a bit on the edge. I've definitely had some close calls!
But this particular night? No way I was lasting 7 hours. I really wasn't sure what I was going to do, but after a couple of hours, I felt like I was about to explode.
I was pretty close to just running out back and straight to our staff toilet. Really, what could my boss do? Fire me? Screw him, but I did need the money which put me off that idea for a bit. And even then, there was almost a constant stream of customers so simply leaving wasn't the most feasible option.
At one point we were about to run out of straws and my co-worker asked me to go get some more. Our supply room is through a different door than the door that leads back to my boss' office, the staff toilets and the breakroom and so forth. Basically, there's a door in the back of the actual bar area that leads back to that and another door slightly off to the side of the bar area leading to a hallway with other back rooms, mostly just supplies and such.
I grabbed the key and set off.
Once I was in the hallway, out of view and with the door closed, I used the opportunity to really squeeze my crotch. Gosh, I had to pee so bad! I glanced at my phone and distinctly remember the time. 1:15. Three more hours? What was I supposed to do?
I didn't have a plan, but I had some time now. I had to pee now! But where the hell could I go?
Then I remembered. One of the doors leads to a short set of stairs. We're talking 5-10 steps - I don't remember the exact amount. Which lead to a door that, at least to my knowledge, has always been locked. It's a cellar and the original owner of the building didn't leave a key for it. Obviously, my boss being who he is, never cared enough to hire a locksmith so yep, we had a cellar that was literally unusable because we couldn't get in! In that moment, I realized I might have just solved my problem.
I had to act fast and my bladder did most of that work. I basically opened the door to the stairs and began pulling down my black leggings. I closed the door so I could hold on to the handle for balance and I pretty much did a hover or high squat with my feet firmly planted on the second step.
And then I just peed. That's it. Down the steps. There wasn't much second thought once my pants were down. I just had to go.
So I was just there in the darkness, my butt hanging over the lower steps and narrow landing in front of the door and I was peeing a steady stream for a long time. Desperate to get out of there in case anyone were to catch me, however unlikely that might've been. I must've peed for at least a minute before I finished and I quickly shook off the last drops, pulled up my leggings and hurried onwards to the supply room to pick up the straws.
Then I returned feeling very relieved. I might've smiled a bit to myself on the way back to the bar area because I'd just discovered a solution to the ever-present problem. No one ever noticed as far as I know and over the next few months before I eventually got fed up and quit, I kinda made sure I almost always needed to do a straw run or something else about halfway through a shift. Just so I could pee. It did start to smell kinda pissy in there after a while, but I honestly didn't care. My boss was terrible and this was my private urinal because he wouldn't let me have regularly scheduled breaks. At least no one else ever seemed to open the door to those stairs.
After I quit my job there, I did sometimes still go there as a customer and that's when I discovered that the other bartenders didn't always lock the door. Obviously this meant anytime there was a line for the toilets, I simply snuck into the back to have a pee down the stairs.
I did bring a friend one time. She complained about having to wait in a pretty long line just because she had to pee and I told her she didn't have to. I also had to pee and definitely wasn't gonna wait around when I knew of an alternative. Oh but she wouldn't pee outside where someone might see her she complained, so I told her that's not what I meant.
She was a bit apprehensive at first, but once I'd explained and proceeded to show her by taking a piss myself, she eagerly did the same with a cheeky and relieved look on her face.
It was always hit or miss as to whether the door was unlocked, but seeing as nothing looked amiss from out in the hallway, I guess no one ever discovered what the door leading to the inaccessible cellar was really used for!
The club eventually got new owners. I went back there once or twice after they took over, but the door was locked so I had to pee in an alley nearby!"

Okay, shifting perspective again - back to myself, Vanessa. Sorry for the rough change, but I wasn't sure how else to do it.
"Well that is probably worse than what I did!", I giggled once Julia had finished telling me her story.
"At least no one used those stairs!", she giggled.
We made it to the subway and parted ways shortly thereafter.
Given this story, I am certain I can have another interesting story for you all in the future. Julia certainly doesn't seem to be shy about where she pees! When you gotta go, you gotta go I guess!

Vanessa

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet.

This is me....

My hunk of a boyfriend is also a bit of a perv. He loves watching me piss.

Whenever I am stopping over at his place, he has this thing about watching me pee on the bedroom carpet beside his bed. It's actually kind of fun in a kinky kind of way to just squat and pee on the carpet, brazen as you like.

Mum would be so proud, lol.

I get a real buzz out of hearing and seeing my yellow piss splashing down onto that carpet, making yet another large puddle.

To be honest, his bedroom smells a bit pissy, but he's not bothered. Says it reminds him of me when I'm not there.

A couple of times after drinking sessions, he has had me pee on his living room carpet. That was awesomely naughty. I loved doing that.

He also loves having me piss on his face!

I love this guy, lol.

 

 

 

[hentaixt 1,580]

So it is me again, the guy with the step sister and two moms. I thought about giving you all something to call me, but not sure yet. As you can guess something new has happened, this time it was not about my family though... well not entirely, I guess just let me explain.

So my sister has been more insistent about drinking my urine. I was working on my studies the other night when I needed a break, so I got up to get a snack from the kitchen. As I passed her room, the door shot open, "Hey squirt, going to the kitchen?"

"Yeeesss..."

"Oh good, bring back something to drink."

"... and what would you like?"

"I THINK YOU KNOW." Door slams shut. So I go down to the kitchen and get something to drink, because yeah, going to have to pee in like ten minutes now. My moms are on a health food kick right now, so the only thing they buy is fruit juice and distilled water. I really do not mind, they always have a variety and I can mix a fruit punch from flavors and water it down if I want too. So I downed a couple of glasses and waited, ate my snack in the kitchen instead of my room like I wanted, but not a big loss. When I finally started feeling the pressure in my bladder I headed back upstairs. I knocked at the door and got, "Just get in here!" I shut the door behind me and stood there, she was playing some game on her console that looked like a hentai bullet hell shooter. Since it is the last semester of college she only has two really easy classes and spends her time gaming mostly. "I can't pause this. There is a glass on the desk... filler'up." Over to the desk I go, flop my cock in a clear glass, and just release. All of this has made it pretty easy for me to go whenever I want; I will get to the relevancy of that in a minute.

"It's going to overflow."

"DON'T YOU DARE! I hate when the glass is wet on the outside. Just finish in the pile of underwear there, most of it's your Mom's anyway... Actually no, pinch it off and get over here, I'll take the rest fresh." I proceeded to do just that, I am still working on my flow control, I have no idea why. I can tense up and stop the stream for about ten seconds or so, I set the glass down and went over to stand next to her. She opened her mouth and told me to guide my head to her. She did this weird pose where I know it was spraying against her opposite cheek, but I guess that was fine. I started again and drained out after about five more seconds. "That's it! Dammit Squirt, what a waste..." She smacked her lips a few times, like she was trying to guess the flavor, "Fuck, this fruit juice diet is good for you. That was GOURMET! I'm glad I got a cup of it over there for later."

There is the first part. Now, here is the other.

So I was out the other day at the mall with a couple of my friends, both of which are female but neither have an interest in me, we have been together since like kindergarten almost. Anyway, we were getting lunch at the food court and I ordered a soda with my meal. First friend, "Hey, you know soda is just sugar water and bad for you, right?"

"Shut Up, man all I drink is fruit juice and water at home, let me have something different."

Second friend, "Seriously?! Well, I guess that's alright then..." After a long pause, "SOOOO, is it true that doing that makes your 'fluids' sweeter?" She starts to blush visibly.

First friend, "Wait really? Is that true??"

Me, "Technically, there is unproven evidence that a week-long diet of fruit juice can make your sweat, semen, and saliva taste 'better'."

First friend, "Why do you always know this weird shit?"

Me, "I don't know, internet?"

Second friend, "...BUT, does it?"

Me, "I Don't Know. Not like I'm going to test it out." Then under my breath, "…though my sister says it does." Right there... there is where I screwed up. One of them heard me and started probing for information and then the other got in on it too. So I had to retell everything you already know... WHY DID I SAY ANYTHING? (Rhetorical) When I was done they just stared at me for a minute in silence.

First friend, "Fuck it, I got to try it now. Piss in your empty cup so I can drink some."

Second friend, "You said you can go almost anywhere, so stand here and do it, if you bring the cup back we can't prove you didn't do something to it."

"FINE. Just don't be conspicuous. Both of you move the end of the table and I'll stand here so you block me." I gestured around to show them. I got up really casually and we all moved around, I had taken the precaution to undo my fly on the way up so it was already open. I flipped my dick out into the cup so it was not fully visible and pulled out my phone to block view and look more natural. My second friend got out her phone and was filming it; again holding her phone to make it look normal but still let the camera see over the cup mouth. I went right there, no hesitation. My first friend leaned over and watched for a moment until there was small amount in the bottom, then started sucking it up with the straw. She had a small sip and just held the straw in her mouth for a second, then started sucking like a vacuum. When nothing was left in the bottom, she... um, switched straws. So now I am pissing in her mouth. "Hey wait! Save me some to try. Is it really that good??" My first friend only glanced over at her with big wide eyes and nodded. She let my dick fall back in the glass and I finished what had left to drain. My second friend, put down her phone, grabbed my dick and sucked the last drips off and put it back in my underwear, so I could keep looking at my phone for coverage. Needless to say, she took the cup and sloshed it down in one gulp.

I don't even know anymore? How is this, my life now? I'm not sure I am complaining, just what the fuck?? They want to go to a movie over the weekend, my guess I will not have to worry about missing any of the show, though I might have to mitigate a fight or two.... *sigh* I'll report more as it happens. {Facepalm}

[gldenwetgoose 21,459]

My name's Sophie and I'm writing to share last night's experience with you.

I hope the picture my boyfriend took of me isn't too rude - but I'm still buzzing this morning, so feeling brave enough to post it.

To give you a bit of background, I'm 31 and teach in a high school near my home in Yorkshire. Now you'll understand why I can't show my face on the picture.  When I was with my first boyfriend I discovered how much of a thrill I get from holding, but he thought I was a freak. Good riddance to him, my fiancé Mark is so much better. In fact he can't get enough and he's such a darling too.

Anyway, yesterday lunchtime I opened my packed lunch in the staffroom and found a 500ml bottle of water with a post-it note stuck on it. "Dinner at my place - 7pm - stay hydrated".  Although that may not mean much, it's his way of saying he wants me to be full when I get there. He knows how much I like the feeling.

So, as lunch finished I made sure I had a wee as I knew I wouldn't make it through the afternoon otherwise. Pretty soon into the afternoon's first period I began to feel the water filtering into my bladder, it felt nice. During the afternoon break I made my normal mug of coffee without even thinking about it and then carried on with the afternoon. Ours is one of those schools where teachers double up a bit so after my last lesson it was into my sports pants and T shirt to supervise the girl's netball club. By this point I could definitely feel the fullness of my bladder - a delicious full feeling just starting to put gentle pressure downwards.

At the end of the netball club I grabbed a shower in the staff changing room. Normally at that point I'd just relax my bladder and enjoy the hot wee trickling down my legs into the shower drain, but I knew Mark wanted me full so I held on. Not too easy with the sound of the shower water flowing, but with thighs clenched together I made it. Dried off and normal black pinstripe trousers on, I grabbed my marking to head to Mark's house.

This is where things started to get awkward. Firstly as I was just heading past the school offices and signing out, the deputy head caught me and wanted to talk over some timetable issue. Standing in the corridor, needing a wee is one thing, but needing a wee and knowing that the bus was due soon made the pressure ten times worse. After what seemed an age I made it out of school and half ran to the bus stop - just to see my bus pulling away. Damn you deputy head. Damn you bladder.

Twenty minutes waiting for the next bus felt like an hour. The pleasant fullness in my tummy had become a dull ache and from time to time a more pointed ache. It still felt good mind you.  The bus arrived and I found a seat near the back, at least it was warm on the bus. Each time it pulled away from a stop I could feel it's Diesel engine vibrations through the seat which didn't feel too unpleasant, however each pothole and jolt was a different matter altogether. By about half way through the journey my bladder was very full - the dull ache was now continuous and I could feel the waist band of my trousers pressing against the basketball bulge in my abdomen. The pressure feeling went right down to my private parts too, a complete mix of pleasure and pain.  The bus journey seemed to be taking forever and it was at this point I realised I was in real trouble, my chances of clothes staying dry were diminishing by the minute.

Finally by the time the bus reached Mark's stop the pressure was almost too much to bear. I was literally having to clench muscles to hold it in and every jolt sent bolts of pain through my swollen bladder. Walking through the estate it seemed that every minute the pressure was building, so near and yet so far. By the time I rounded the corner into Mark's road my bladder was literally in spasm and the first spurt of urine escaped. By the time I reached his doorstep two more spurts had escaped and I felt a small trickle down my leg. At least on his doorstep I could ram a hand between my legs and that helped.

Literally as he opened the door I jumped inside, still with a hand rammed against my pussy and kicked off my shoes. Mark led me into his kitchen - he was incredibly turned on - unfastened the waistband of my trousers, slipped them down to my knees and helped me step out of them. After he put a towel down onto the kitchen floor he started to kiss my neck and at the same time pressed his hand on exactly the right spot on my peehole. The feeling was electric, the pressure and the pain were still there, but the risk of humiliation and fear of a public wetting had gone. Lightning bolts started to jolt my body as I literally spontaneously reached a climax. As I did so, I sank to my knees and the floodgates opened. The relief was amazing, like nothing I've ever felt before and Mark was beside himself with excitement too. Without being too crude about it, he didn't take long at all to satisfy me with a second climax.

The rest of the evening is a story I'll save for another letter.  Let's just say hold-it-Thusday is a regular thing on our homework timetable now.

Yours - Sophie  

 

Edited February 22, 2019 by gldenwetgoose

[gldenwetgoose 21,459]

Hi Carpet-eers, it's Sophie here again.

After my last letter, I just wanted to share with you an amazing experience from this weekend.  I'd been invited to a thirtieth birthday party of a girl I went to Uni with, so bit of a course reunion too and it was an 80's themed party.

I'd decided to go as a generic rock chick kind of character. To give the lowdown on the outfit, from top to toe I had my hair set up in curls with a ribbon bow on top, loads of bold makeup, then a little black leather biker type jacket with just a lacy Basque underneath and lacy fingerless gloves. Lots of silver jewellery. Now where it gets interesting is that I bought some skintight faux leather pants off the internet. That's what I thought I was buying anyway - when they arrived they were glossy PVC trousers, very skin tight and figure hugging. It turned out they were almost impossible to get on, they didn't slide or stretch at all, but eventually I was in them. Little black canvas converse finished off the look perfectly.

To be honest, the evening didn't get off to the best start. After the effort of getting into the pants I was hot and bothered, had to redo my makeup and then ended up arguing with my boyfriend Mark, who didn't really want to go.

Finally we arrived at the pub nearly an hour late, but it was great to see all the girls again. Maybe because of the mood I started hitting the drink a bit harder than normal, as did Mark. His mood lightened a bit when I whispered in his ear that I didn't have anything on under the pants. Even a thong would have been visible, so I'd decided to go without.

After an hour or so of feeling the urge to pee, I was pretty desperate so excused myself and went off in search of the ladies. It turned out there were only two cubicles, and one was out of order. Standing behind two other girls both with legs crossed waves of desperation were hitting hard. I couldn't help but wonder if they were as turned on as I was by the whole holding thing. Eventually my turn came, not a moment too soon, and I made it into the cubicle. As I locked the door, I gasped as a spurt of wee escaped and then another one. Then I started trying to wriggle out of my PVC pants and realised with horror I hadn't factored in how difficult that was going to be. Especially not with stick on acrylic nails too.  Another two longer spurts escaped and I felt the hot rivers of liquid running down to my knees.  Then to top it all, the girl who'd been standing behind me started knocking on the door, asking if I was going to be long.  That was the final straw, between my desperate bladder, the ridiculous pants and her distraction, I just lost it.  Hot wee jetted out into my PVC pants, most of it going down my legs, but some being forced up over my bum and tummy. It was a huge mix of feeling horrified and delicious at the same time. 

Somehow my flow slowed and stopped. Looking down two pools of clear liquid were pooled around my canvas trainers, but somehow the PVC pants were completely dry on the outside at least. At that moment I realised what fun I could have....

Opening the toilet door I stepped out of my puddle and winked at the desperate girl waiting, who already had her denim miniskirt pulled up and two hands pressed between her legs. "Mind the floor, I think someone has missed the seat" I said with a wink. As I walked back into the pub, my pants felt amazing with a warm fluid barrier between them and my skin. The night was getting better.

 

Drinks carried on flowing, and everyone including myself was getting from the merry to drunk stage. I found myself getting deliciously full again, but this time I just stood near the bar, relaxed and emptied my flood onto the sticky pub carpet. Nobody heard it of course over the music and evidently nobody noticed the look of ecstasy on my face.  A bit later on after dark I was talking to an old friend out by the smoking shelter and as I did so just let slow trickles out down my legs. Nobody was any the wiser, apart from me of course wondering why I'd never tried these trousers before.

By the end of the night I'd almost lost count of how many times I'd wet myself and nobody - not a soul - had a clue. I'd certainly lost track of how many drinks I'd had.

Finally the time came to leave for our train.  I could tell Mark was turned on and it turned out that during the evening some of the girls had started overspilling into the gents toilets. Mark said he'd been having a pee at one point when one of the girls had rushed in and straddled the urinal next to him.  He know's I don't mind him looking, as long as that's all he does,  Then he said "Anyway, Soph, are you not desperate?  You've only been to the toilet once and I know how much you've had to drink."

With that I decided to let him into my little secret. His eyes widened, his trousers bulged and he grinned like a madman. "You mean, you've been pissing all night in front of people, and nobody's noticed a thing?"

"Actually I'm pretty desperate now" I whispered and sat on his lap. As I kissed him I opened my legs slightly and relaxed, feeling a hot flood again fill the pants, this time pooling around my pussy and bum. Mark put his hand on my pubic mound and the feeling of hot wee squishing about was delicious. Mark evidently thought so too - I'd never felt him so hard.

He was still hard when we got back to his flat and more turned on than ever.  After leaving a trail of jackets and shoes across his hall it ended up with me stood in his wet room (great name for a room) whilst he knelt on the floor trying to ease my PVC trousers down. There was something incredible about standing powerless whilst being forcibly stripped. Feeling the cool bathroom air against my skin, finally he got my PVC trousers to thigh, then knee and finally off. Before I could move though I felt his tongue caressing my cleft. 

"That feels amazing, but I'm drunk and I really want a wee-wee" I said. 

His reply was to gently part my legs and then to run his fingertips up and down my thighs. I felt his tongue probing inwards and tickle my urethra and then felt his body tense as he drank from the stream.

Once I'd finished he stood up and kissed me - tasting my own nectar on his lips and feeling his wet shirt. "Your turn" I said, unfastening his pants.

[hentaixt 1,580]

Alright, I need to break 4th wall here again... I've an idea for a post and I want opinions before I just go for it.

My idea's to have a message that looks like a spam / clickbait... obviously still going to be on theme, but I wanted to see if any1 thinks it'd be "too disruptive." I mean this thread has gone on for a long time now and if it truly were as popular as we'd like to make it, some ad monger's going to peddle garbage here eventually.

Let me know.

[Alfresco 11,610]

6 hours ago, hentaixt said:

Alright, I need to break 4th wall here again... I've an idea for a post and I want opinions before I just go for it.

My idea's to have a message that looks like a spam / clickbait... obviously still going to be on theme, but I wanted to see if any1 thinks it'd be "too disruptive." I mean this thread has gone on for a long time now and if it truly were as popular as we'd like to make it, some ad monger's going to peddle garbage here eventually.

Let me know.

I don't see any problem with this - As you say, there are always some of these types of messages on long forums and if done in the right way, then I'm sure it would add a new dimension.

[hentaixt 1,580]

(Still working on the "SPAM" story... here's 1 until later).

Hey everyone, I was travel in a foreign land some years ago and encounter my first squat toilet. I knew how to use it, but things didn't go as I'd hoped. To give you an idea of my issue, I'll explain a bit. I am what the internet calls a "short-stack," so not tall and still super curvy. I am only five foot one inches tall and my boobs are a 38 HH and my pants are 20W Capri and I still roll the cuffs. When I sit, if I lean forward my boobs touch my lap. Anyway, when I squat all that just presses downward. I can keep my balance and all that, but I was unaware until my attempt to use one that I am also what you call a "power pisser." I found that I had to rest my boobs on top of my knees to keep me from peeing all over my shirt. Unfortunately, that was just the start of the issues. The stalls were all very small and many have foot pads so you know where to line yourself up. So here's how my experience went: Close door to stall, undo pants, stand on foot pads, lower pants and squat, begin stream, soak the under-side of my boobs / shirt / bra (Thankfully I had a jacket... ~_~), stop wetting myself, get boobs out of the way, start going again, and begin spraying the back wall of the stall. COMPLETELY missed the toilet, I tried shifting around and all I did was hose down everything. So I gave up and just went all over the place. I was so frustrated at that point I was seeing how high I could get it up the walls, if I could hit the elevated tank, whatever. So when I was finally done making a mess, I wiped and took off my shirt to stuff in my bag, my bra was drenched too (big bra... big padding) so it came off. I am now dressed in just my jacket and I am pretty sure it was obvious, I mean when the puppies drop my belly button disappears and some of my hemline. I waited in the stall for the room to clear, then dashed out, I usually wash my hands... but now seemed the right time to skip that.

SO that was the first time. Of course it was going to happen again, but I was a bit more prepared the second time. I kept my boobs out of the way to start and squatted with my back to the door. In this position I was STILL unable to keep it in the basin, so yes, I trashed that stall too. It was a HUGE pee, I had been avoiding trying to go and was literally leaking in my undies when I finally gave up and tried again. The lake was so big the next stall on either side was flooded, my pee got in those basins because it kept spreading until it just fell over the edge. I was determined to get it right though and my third try did, but makes for a bit of an exposed trip to the public toilets for the rest of the trip. See I found that I actually have to squat OUTSIDE the door to the stall if I want to hit the porcelain. I got a lot of strange looks from the other ladies unless I was midstream, but I had to do it to be more "sanitary".

I think next time I visit one of those countries I am just going to go outside. I hear their culture is more accepting of that and plenty of the women do it anyway. I found lots of videos of it, so I guess as long as I am careful not to get caught by authorities I'll be fine. Who know, it might make the trip more fun having to find secret pee spots. Maybe I'll come back and let you all know too. ^_^_^_^

[somedood123 398]

Hi Wet Carpet readers!

New girl here! I recently found this online magazine and was struck by Julie's letter from last year about peeing in night clubs and such. Julie mentioned that she was surprised at the lack of letters about this so I thought I would contribute. She also mentioned that maybe there are few letters because it's simply normal for a gal to occasionally do a wee outside the bathroom when going clubbing since the queues for the toilets can get pretty long. I don't think it's normal, but it's definitely not entirely uncommon as I've come to realise!
A little bit about me: I'm Lizzie and just 20 years of age. I didn't go to clubs very much in the past, but since I moved to another city for university, it happens a lot more often. Oh and I'm from the UK by the way. I don't feel comfortable sharing the city, though. I made a friend who is quite the club-goer and she will often insist that I go with her. I do find it a bit more interesting in a big city since it's not just the same two places every weekend.
One of these nights I was at a club with this friend. Let's call her Nicole. She had a brought one of her friends - I'd met her before, but I'd really more call her an acquaintance than a friend of mine. We had been dancing for a while and had gotten lost from each other in the crowd, and I decided I had to sit down for a bit. I found a sofa in a quieter area and went to sit down. Right as I sat down, a girl stood up from behind the sofa. I was startled, but that's not all as I became very surprised and a bit shocked when I noticed she appeared to be pulling up her knickers and adjusting her skirt.
"Oh! Hello... Uhm..." I said in my tipsy state, "Were you just... peeing?".
"Yes! There was no way I could hold it through that queue! I was busting!", she immediately responded.
I had no idea how to respond. I couldn't believe this girl had just pissed behind a sofa on the floor inside the club. I would have expected her to be near wasted, but she didn't seem much more drunk than myself. It seems that she noticed my look of horror and almost seemed offended!
"Don't be such a prude and don't tell me you've never had to wee like this! The queue's always ridiculous and I think every girl ends up having to do something like this once in a while!", she said and left before I could respond.
Later that night when we were going home, I told my friends about this and again I was surprised when they just giggled and acted as if it wasn't a big deal.
"I've done that a few times. It happens!", Nicole laughed.
"We did this quite often back home, didn't we?", her friend added and laughed.
"Really, Lizzie, you'd be surprised", Nicole said, "the floor's already covered with spilled drinks so what harm is a little wee? I don't know about you, but when I've had a few and I gotta go, I cannot wait in a queue for 20 minutes...".
"Really!?", I interrupted. For a moment I thought she was just taking the piss (LOL).
"...So you find a dark corner to squat in. Really, probably a quarter of the girls in there have had to wee like this at some point", Nicole continued.
"Uh, okay", I said somewhat confused. I'm not sure I really believed her at that point.
Nicole's friend then interrupted us saying she needed a wee.
Ten seconds later and she was squatting between two cars while Nicole and I was standing on the pavement in front of the opening.
"I need to go too", Nicole said over the sound of her friend's pee splashing on the ground.
When the friend finished, they swapped and the friend asked me if I needed a wee too.
"Sort of", I said. It wasn't that bad, but I knew I had a 15 minute bus ride ahead of me - and at least 10 minutes of waiting for the bus too.
"Well go ahead then! You don't wanna be stuck in a bus with a full bladder!", the friend said.
"Not unless you're up for weeing in the back of the bus!", Nicole added as she pulled up her knickers.
"Hey! That's entirely you!", the friend said and laughed, "I didn't have anything to do with that!"
I thought it best not to ask and just hesitantly traded places with Nicole and began pulling down my leggings. I didn't need much encouragement and shortly thereafter I was washing the ground with a thick stream of clear-coloured pee.
"There you go", Nicole giggled, "see, it's not so bad".
Obviously, I had done a wee outside before but rarely in the street like this. But I have to admit that it felt really good. At least I wouldn't have to feel my bladder pressing on the ride home!

The next Friday Nicole and I had gone to another night club, this time without her friend. After a few hours and multiple trips to the bathrooms - we had quite a bit to drink! - we had been sitting and talking for almost half an hour when I told Nicole I needed a wee. We went towards the bathroom together, but as luck would have it, the club had really filled up and there was now a very hefty queue - not one you'd be likely to get through quickly.
That's when I realised I was actually desperate and needed to wee quite badly. Apparently so did Nicole. She looked at me with a very cheeky grin and I realised what she might say next given our conversation the week before.
"I have an idea", she spoke directly into my ear. The music was pretty loud so this was the only way to have a conversation right where we were standing.
"Let's be a little naughty and just go in a dark corner where there's few people. I doubt I can hold it long enough to get through that", she said.
Under normal circumstances I would have probably been much more hesitant, but the alcohol and my full bladder made me give up easily. I really just wanted to pee.
We found a quiet and dimly lit corner with a sofa and some fake plastic potted plant which we took turns squatting between while the other provided cover for the little bit that would've been visible.
I was first to go. I was wearing a short skirt and simply squatted and pulled my knickers to the side. I had imagined I would need some time to start, but as soon as my pussy had clear aim to the floor I began weeing. And boy did it feel good! I remember it was a pretty strong stream that lasted at least half a minute. Nicole was squirming a bit and finally it became her turn.
She squatted low to the floor, but she was wearing some short shorts that had to be pulled down.  It was no issue for her, though - probably far from her first time! - and soon enough she was treating the floor to another showering of wee. She didn't wee for nearly as long as I, but it was clear she had needed to go badly as well.
She then pulled up her clothes and stepped out of the little space.
"See? It's much easier and no one saw a thing!", she smiled very cheekily.
There was no way I could disagree with her. This little performance had probably just saved us at least 20 minutes of agonising wait. And like she said, no one had noticed the two girls who had just done two much-needed wees in the corner of the club!
I knew then that I would probably be doing something like it again.
From where we stood, there was certainly a fair amount of wetness visible on the floor, but fortunately it didn't seem to be forming a river and was contained to a puddle in the corner!
As I said in the beginning, I doubt it's the norm, but I have occasionally noticed some glistening wetness on the floor in corners like these, so I'm sure there are other girls who do this from time to time. I certainly can't blame them!
One final note: I've been reading through a good amount of stories now and I can see that for some of you it's also a sexual thing. I'm not sure how to feel about that in my own case. Obviously I have heard of pee fetishes before, but I don't think it's a kink of mine. But I can say that I'm not disgusted by it so who knows? I must admit that the weeing I did in the story I've just told did feel extra good, though! Probably a result of my desperation - nothing quite like the relieving feeling of having a wee when you really have to! But I gotta say there might be something thrilling about weeing outside and such as well. Maybe the fact that it's risky and just different from what we normally do? I don't know, but like I said, I can definitely see myself doing the above again!
Expect to hear from me another time!

Lizzie

 

Edited April 22, 2019 by somedood123

[gldenwetgoose 21,459]

Hi all, my name is Rachael and I'd like to tell you about something that started for me two years ago;

When I was 18 and at college I had a Saturday job at a local shop. It wasn’t a great introduction to working life. It didn’t pay well, they treated me like a general dogs-body but the main problem was the toilet. I didn't get a break as such and was expected to hold on until someone was free, but then door didn’t lock properly and it  was always disgustingly filthy. I soon got into the habit of being very careful not to drink much so I could just about hold on and rush straight home afterwards to the toilet. This had been going just to plan for few weeks until one Saturday when I got home to a locked house - my parents were obviously out, I had no idea how long they’d be and I’d forgotten my keys. Ten minutes seemed like an hour, fifteen minutes like two, standing with my legs crossed or pacing on the driveway.

Eventually I had to weigh up the options. Wetting my panties and having pee trickle down my legs into my shoes definitely wasn’t an option, I hadn't done that since I was tiny. Squatting down by the back door and pulling my drab brown check patterned knee length work uniform around my waist wasn’t ideal either. Imagine if the neighbours looked over the fence or my brothers or parents came home, I'd could never live it down.

I remember like it was yesterday, walking around to the rear garden and clamping a hand between my legs as I squirmed across the patio to the steps that led down to the lawn. Sitting on the bottom step my desperate bladder felt better than when I was standing up, but only for a few minutes though. “Right, here goes… safest option”  I carefully lifted first one bum cheek and then the other, making sure I wasn’t sitting on the dress and taking my knickers off.  With my skirt over my knees even if somebody did see me sitting there, they'd never know what was taking place. Then sitting on the cold stone step with knees together and feet apart I felt the first trickle of wee on my left bum cheek. After almost two minutes of the same very slow trickle my bladder had just about emptied - it didn’t matter how slowly, at least I wasn’t in danger of disgracing herself any more. The relief was amazing, almost better than sex!

 

Over the next couple of months I came home to an empty house a few more times after six or seven hours of holding at work. Even though I had my keys, sometimes I’d go and sit on the bottom step again and repeat that moment of ecstasy. Each time it seemed a little easier and more natural. After all, peeing was invented before toilets were.  Once when it was raining, instead of sitting on the wet steps, I just crouched down at the back door. I checked that the back of my dress wasn’t under my bum and moved my panties to one side. Then I rummaged in my bag, pretending to look for my keys and let out a long golden stream from beneath my uniform, all the time listening to the gentle hiss and splatter as it merged with the rain water and flowed down the drain.

Another day the shed door was open and nobody was about. so I slipped in, locked the door behind me and looked around at my options. I didn’t have too much time,  inside the shed was cold though and made me feel particularly desperate. Standing on the spot waiting was making my need ten times worse. “Where can I go?” I wondered. A watering can? empty paint tin? Bucket?  Weeing into a makeshift toilet was one thing, but I couldn’t just do it onto the floor. Not indoors. Suddenly I saw exactly what I was looking for. Next to Dad’s car bits and pieces was a clear plastic measuring jug.  I completely removed my panties, and knelt down with knees apart, bum and thighs touching the rim of the jug. Then I let my long held desperate urine flow, starting to fill the jug. “You naughty Girl, why aren’t you having a wee in the bathroom”  No wonder I’d been bursting -  850ml I’d just squeezed out of myself.

 

Back then, all of the times I’d had a wee somewhere other than a toilet, it had sometimes felt a little bit naughty. Like a little girl breaking the rules. But always justified though - I’d been desperate and needed to pee. Simple. What else was a girl to do?  There were two types of girls - those that wee’d and those that wet. Grown up girls didn’t have accidents and wet their panties did they, especially those who liked to be in control.   Well, let me tell you....  there are those that do wet, who have grown to love it, who can almost reach orgasm just thinking about it and simply cannot get enough....  What a difference two years makes.

Love - Rachael

Edited May 13, 2019 by gldenwetgoose