Wet Carpet magazine

[hentaixt 1,580]

I'm here with a story for y'all. It involves a camping trip, the first I've ever been on but probably not the last.

For ease, I'm Helena, my friend is Lauri, and her girlfriend is Jo. Lauri and I have been workmates for years and she is VERY outdoorsy, weekend hiking, regular camping trips, gardening; she does a lot of that stuff. She'd been trying to convince me to join her and Jo on a trip for years and finally wore me down. Since this was probably the only time I'd go, they suggested we go for the most scenic spot and it was a National Park Lauri was quite familiar with, so no chance of getting lost or in too much trouble. She told me not to worry about anything, she and Jo had plenty of extra gear and clothes that would work for me; I just needed to be ready to go.

They picked me up at 5:30AM, not really a big deal, there was about a 1:30 drive and they wanted to get in early to claim a good spot, plus we would stop for breakfast. Nothing eventful happened until after we had finished eating, when climbed back in the SUV with around 20 minutes left until arrival. Jo took this time to explain some of the rules, "We're staying in a forest preserve. This area is labeled as 'pack in; pack out,' that means everything. The benefit is that the rules changed a few years ago as they found a properly buried 'latrine' was actually proving beneficial, but liquid waste was still a 'no go'." SO YEAH, they were taking me somewhere that I was going to have to bag my own waste like walking a dog? I was already starting to regret agreeing... but Lauri took over explaining from there.

"My family has been staying at this place since I was in 2nd grade. The first time we went my parents explained to my older sister and I that they had a system that had worked for them since before we came along. My mother served as the 'canteen'. So anytime we needed to 'go #1,' Mom would just drink it. This meant that we only needed to have water for my father and the 2 of us and then we were only responsible for packing out when my Mother had to go. We did that for a good number of years, well into my teens, when I decided I wanted to help out and learned to take on the 'canteen' duties as well. My mom ultimately still drank mine, but it still made her job a bit easy and again reduced resources. Since this is your first trip, I won't expect you to share 'canteen' duty, but do not hesitate to ask anytime you need to go. I am a very light sleeper, so even in the middle of the night, just nudge me and I will take care of you." As you can guess I was a bit stunned, I mean they had roped me in for 2 nights and 2 1/2 days. I was silent the whole rest of the way until we had hiked to our quiet little spot.

The place was gorgeous. It looked so still and serene... There was a stream nearby and that was to be our water source for drinking. We were encouraged not to bathe as well, but if it was necessary there were strict guidelines. We set up camp and settled in most of that day, it took far longer to coordinate everything so it met required standards. Of course after a long day of working I started to feel my need to pee rise significantly by the afternoon. I put it off as long as I could, fidgeting and keeping busy until I had no other choice. Finally with my nerves shot I had to ask, "Lauri, I need to... to uh... 'Powder My Nose'." I know my face was bright red and I was clutching at the fly of my pants, so it was obvious. Lauri just gave a little chuckle.

"Hey babe, Helena needs the 'canteen,' we'll be back in a bit so she can have some privacy."

Jo replied, "Alright, don't be too long. I'll have some food ready and probably need to go soon too."

We wandered into the splendor of the area, Lauri led me along and I did my best to follow in my desperate state. We didn't go too far before she sat down on a fallen log and unbuttoned her shirt. If I didn't explain this clearly, we were work friends. I had been out to a few functions with her, but always in a group atmosphere. We did talk quite a bit about life outside work, but this was definitely new territory. (Just as a side-note she has well-proportioned breasts. She's a little thick in the tummy, but her boobs are bigger than that, so she appears quite shapely.) She let her shirt fall open with her bra still on and motioned me towards her. "Step up here and unbutton your pants. I'm sure you never tried to go standing, so I'll have to do this full contact to reduce over-spray." Once my pants and panties were around my ankles, she slid forward and buried her nose in my bush. I wish I had known this was going to be a thing, I would have made myself presentable... regardless, her mouth found my lips and her tongue found my surprisingly sensitive opening. A few quick licks and probes and I was gushing. It was like my muscles just gave up. My flow was super-fast, I watched her cheeks puff out almost instantly, but it only took a few seconds for her to get everything back in control. I stood there draining out, my breath was hard and ragged, and I felt deaf in one ear. The sensation was orgasmic and like nothing I'd ever experienced. Lauri sensed this and she reached out with her hands, 1 cupped my tush to keep me close and the other locked fingers with a free hand. This steadied me and I was able to calm my breathing and maintain my balance. I had no idea how long I'd been going, but I showed no signs of stopping either, Lauri was swallowing like a champ without spilling. I was able to look around and take in my surrounds, it was majestic. Is this unfettered wilderness, 2 women preforming an act that was so personal and private. Birds chirped around us and I actually saw some rabbits hop by and stop to watch. I started to tear up a bit.

I finally felt empty and my flow stopped. Lauri actually licked me clean just lightly and then before I could react, we were kissing and sharing a good amount of my own urine that she had kept in her mouth. I am about as hetero-sexual as most women, but this certainly had me more curious than usual. We finished up and headed back to camp; as we got close Jo saw us and called out, "So how'd it go for a first try?" Once again, I could feel my face flush red.

Lauri spoke for us, "I think it was harder on me than her... don't wait so long next time. It didn't taste bad, but even something good gets old after that much." She lightly punched my shoulder and smiled and finally I just looked at both of them and busted out laughing. They joined in and once we calmed down we ate some food. About half-way through the meal, Jo got up and unbuttoned her pants; Lauri sat her plate down and moved over a bit with an open mouth. Jo seemed completely natural, like she was in front of a toilet that just happened to be Lauri's mouth. They were maybe a foot apart and Lauri had her mouth open, swallowing the whole time. Despite the level of comfort between the two ladies, it still seemed sexually charged. (Just 1 more side note, Jo had no hair and the tiniest slit I'd ever seen. I think that was what allowed her to pee like she did, a solid stream across a short distance with not much splatter.) They finished up without much fanfare, Jo pulled her pants up and Lauri went back to eating.

I had to go 1 more time before bed, but Jo said we should stay in camp since it was getting dark. That way I could get more comfortable with doing it around her as well for convenience. It was a bit hard with an audience but I did finally go after standing there for a like 5 minutes. Before we turned in for the night Lauri drained the "canteen" for tomorrow. I wouldn't even mention it, but when you see a girl pee for 3 minutes and fill a gallon jug and another 3/4 after... it bears saying something at least in passing. The rest of the 2 days went about the same, we would pee in the 'canteen' all day and then Lauri would drain it empty before bed. The morning we left, I woke up a bit late to find Jo and Lauri both naked outside. Jo was relieving herself first morning pee, which as soon as I saw, made me have to go too. I jokingly took off my underwear and stood next to Jo doing a "pee pee" dance, like I was waiting in line. Jo smiled and laughed which made her stream go wild and hose down Lauri. "Well, you might as well join me now. It is just going to get all over her anyway." I stepped over and straddled Lauri's shoulder; I was just close enough to get my stream in her mouth along with Jo's. Lauri drank greedily, doing her best to swallow 2 strong morning pees from both of us at the same time. I can say she was quite skilled and did far better than I anticipated.

 

Anyway that's all for now, I'll share again soon.

[Alfresco 11,610]

@hentaixt  I think I want to go camping after that!!  Great story.

[somedood123 398]

Dear Wet Carpet,
To me there are few things better than the feeling of taking a very needed pee outside at the end of a good night out. I see other gals getting in line for the toilet as it's nearing closing time and I simply use that time to get one last drink knowing full well that I will be bursting shortly after they kick us out. But I don't mind. Why would I waste a large portion of the last half hour standing in line just because I might have to pee half an hour later?

I'm Kristin, 27 years old and almost fresh out of university having only worked my first "real" job for a little while. This obviously means I haven't yet put the old habits behind me when I go out, LOL!
I think that what I'm talking about began shortly after I started attending college. I had a roommate, Cassandra, with whom I often went out for a few drinks on the weekend and she... did not like queuing for the toilets!

I distinctly remember the first time I went out drinking with her. We had only lived together for a week or two so we were still getting to know each other. Alcohol always helps here, right?
We were in a bar and I had not at all noticed the time and before I knew it, the bar was starting to close up, and shortly thereafter we found ourselves in the streets on the way home.
After a few minutes I realized I had to go pretty bad.
"I didn't get to go to the bathroom. I have to pee so bad", I said, "how far away are we?"
"Like 15 or 20 minutes, but don't worry about it. I know a place up ahead. I really gotta pee too", Cassandra said.
We walked for another minute or so before she turned down a side street and then into a narrow alleyway.
"Just down here", she said. I had initially thought she meant she knew where there was a public bathroom, but I was beginning to catch on to the fact that there probably wasn't one of those out of the way off in a random alley.
Cassandra then stepped into an empty space in front of a metal door and began pulling up her skirt.
"Oh, I thought you meant...", I began and laughed slightly, "like a proper toilet".
She laughed, "No, no... No I don't think there are any of those around here that are open", she continued laughing as she pulled down her panties.
"But don't worry about it. Just pee here. It's fine. I do it all the time", she giggled having now adopted a low squat.
Before I could respond she started pissing a torrent onto the ground.
"Ah, that is what relief sounds like", she sighed.
I clearly hesitated a little. I wasn't used to just peeing in the streets like this.
"Really, it's fine. I can't tell you how many times I've done this and I've only gotten caught a handful of times. And only by other girls who came down here to pee", she giggled over the sound of her pee splashing on the ground.
I then stepped into the space next to her and began unbuttoning my tight shorts. Meanwhile she was still peeing strongly.
"You really had to go, huh?", I giggled as I squatted low like her.
It took me a few seconds to start, but then it quickly started streaming out like a torrent. The puddle was quickly spreading and I guess the alleyway was sloped ever so slightly as both of our puddles were causing two rivers to form and run into the center of the narrow alley.
"Feels good right?", Cassandra grinned. She had finished peeing and was now pulling up her panties.
It did feel really great.
"Mhm", I sighed, "I had to go so bad".
"I can see that", Cassandra giggled and then added, "this is basically my primary pee spot on the walk home. I literally pee here almost every time I go bar hopping. It's quiet, it's private, it's perfect"
I was still going when Cassandra suddenly said, "I think someone's coming".
What timing as just a few seconds later my stream began tapering off and I shook off the drops then pulled up my shorts again.
"Well thank you for showing me this spot", I laughed as we left the area. Two glistening rivers of pee left as evidence that two desperate girls had relieved themselves there.
"No problem, it's literally the perfect place to pee!", she giggled.
On the way back we passed a girl who appeared to be around the same age as ourselves. She was heading in the direction we came from and likely heard what Cassandra had just said.
We flashed each other a slightly nervous smile. The kind of smile that says, "I know what you've been doing and you know what I'm about to do". Guess she had to go too!
"Well, I'm glad you're not offended like my past roommate", Cassandra giggled as we continued walking back to where we lived.
"What?", I chuckled.
"Well, I once pissed in the street in front of her after a night of drinking and she acted like it was the worst thing ever. Like, give me a break! I had to go so bad and there's nowhere open after the bars close. What would you have me do!?", she said.
I laughed, "yeah, when you gotta go you gotta go!".
"I know, right?", she said then got a little quiet and then giggled.
"Actually, can you keep a secret? I rarely bother with the toilets when it's nearing closing time. There's always a line and I'd rather keep drinking and then just pee in the street on the way home.", she said and giggled.
"Not the worst idea", I laughed.
"Right? You can't walk anywhere at night without seeing a dude peeing on a wall somewhere. So I'm pretty sure I should get to squat and piss in an alley", she laughed.

I ended up actually spending a lot of time with Cassandra, and in the weeks and months that followed, it amounted to many night outs. And always ending with a much needed visit to Cassandra's pee alley.
Most of the time it would be empty, but every now and then we would catch a girl or a group of girls in the act - or they would catch us - which usually led to the following exchange of words:
"Sorry! Had to go so bad!"
"Nothing to be sorry about! Why do you think we came down here? We gotta pee too!"

Obviously, Cassandra's pee alley is far from the only place I've peed on a night out when the toilets weren't much of an option, but I think we can leave those for other stories.
Kristin

[somedood123 398]

Hi!
I'm Lexi and I'm a freshman in college! I recently found this magazine after having an extraordinary experience which is what I will tell you about here. I'm not gonna post a photo like many other. I am way too shy for something like that! But let me just tell you that I have straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and probably what is called a kinda petite body. But onwards to the story!
I was at a house party whereupon suddenly someone had spotted a police car that was stopping on the street outside. They are often in the area from noise complaints and such but also trying to bust people for underage drinking. And uhm... The thing is I am still a few months short of 21 so I actually can't legally drink, but I did it at this party as did many others. They ushered those of us underage into the basement and told us to stay quiet and wait. I think we were maybe 10 people down there. I came to the party with a friend, but she hadn't come down. Fortunately for her she is 21 already, though, so I guess it didn't matter for her. But it did mean that I knew no one down there.
And there was a problem. You see, I had to pee when the cops showed up and now I was in the basement, still needing to pee. And there wasn't a bathroom down there. The basement consisted of two rooms, bare concrete throughout - floor, walls. Very simple. The first room had a couch and a large TV. This room then closed off to a short hallway that quickly opened up to another room much smaller in size. This room looked to just be used for storage as there were simply a couple of boxes, chairs and a table in it.
After about 15 minutes with still no word from upstairs, I began to realize I really would not be able to hold my pee for much longer. I had to go so bad, but there was nowhere to go. Eventually I began moving around to help me hold it and I found myself going into the storage room. The hallway was curved slightly so it wasn't possible to see directly into the room unless you were halfway through the corridor.
Once I was in the room, it became clear to me that jamming my hand into my crotch wasn't doing me much good anymore. I would just have to pee somewhere or it was gonna run down my legs. The room didn't have any containers or anything I could pee into and I realized then that I would simply have to pee on the floor and hope no one found out. There was no way around it, I just couldn't hold it any more.
There was a small space between a row of stacked chairs and I figured it was as good as anywhere so I stepped into it but not before taking a look into the corridor and confirming that I was indeed alone - but with at least 9 other people very close by.
Then I raised my denim mini skirt a little and squatted low as I pulled my panties aside. And I began relieving myself. Just a little bit at first - I tried to keep it slow and quiet, but then the dam burst and I began peeing full force, no stopping. The stream was hammering onto the concrete floor quite hard and I remember a good amount of splashback onto my legs. It didn't matter then, though. What mattered was the relieving feeling I was experiencing. Oh my god it felt good to finally pee. I must've been peeing full force for about 30 seconds when I heard a female voice behind me.
"Mind if I take your spot when you're done? I swear I can't hold it a minute longer"
I'm surprised my pee stream simply continued unabated because I felt quite embarrassed right then.
"Sure", I somehow muttered as my stream kept adding to the growing puddle of pee that was starting to cover a wide area of the floor near the wall. It was mostly hidden by the chairs, however.
"Thanks", she said and added, "I can't believe it's taking so long. I've had to go so fucking bad ever since the cops showed up.".
My stream finally slowed down to a trickle, then drips before I managed another short spurt and then I was all out.
I bounced up and down a little then snapped my panties back in place and stood up while adjusting my skirt.
Then this girl took my place. I remember she was wearing jeans and as she began unbuttoning them, she asked if I could keep watch and make sure no one came into the room.
"Sure, I got you!", I said, now feeling very relieved.
Not long after, I heard a hissing sound and the splashing of liquid onto something hard. Sounded like she had to go as badly as me!
About half a minute later the sound stopped and shortly after she pulled up her jeans and stood up again.
There was definitely some visible wetness on the floor but you had to look closely as most of it was hidden by way of all the chairs in the room.
"Don't tell anyone about this!", the girl giggled as she left the room.
I quickly left the room alongside her and soon after we got the all clear as far as the cop situation upstairs.
I couldn't believe what I'd done, but I just had to go! I never heard anything about it, so at least I got away with it!

Lexi

[steve25805 125,811]

It's been a while since I contributed anything to this thread. Inspiration so rarely comes to me now. With two weeks off hopefully it will again.

So a warm thank you from me to all you other guys and girls who've been posting great contributions and keeping this thread going.

Good work.

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet

I was out on the pull in one of the local nightclubs when I got lucky. I pulled this bird who was sexy as fuck, looking a bit like Shakira when she was in her early 20s and into her sexy hip-swaying dances. She was wearing skin tight shorts and a loose fitting t shirt and little else. I commented on how she looked a lot like Shakira. She chuckled, "Oh, lots of people say that. I take it as a compliment."

Anyway, she actually took me back to her place, by which time we both had had a few and needed to pee. We entered her flat into the living room where she was doing the desperate pee dance, jigging about as she yet again said she needed to pee. Seeing her pee dance actually turned me on which I think she must have noticed, cos she looked at me weirdly for a second, then with a coy smile. "You wanna watch?" she asked. Do bears crap in the woods, I thought, but I didn't actually say that. I just said "yeah sure", thinking how much I'd lucked in this time.

But she started teasing me with talk of how she might sit on the loo with her legs closed so I didn't see anything. I laughingly called her a spoilsport which made her chuckle. She then said, "Perhaps I should just squat in the shower to give you a better view."

"That'd be great" I said.

"Maybe I should just pee on the floor in the kitchen? What do you reckon?" She jiggled her desperate pee dance for a moment or two again. I wasn't sure if she was playing with me or serious, but the very notion of it was turning me on.

She thrust her hand between her legs and jiggled some more. "If I don't go soon I'm going to piss myself", she laughed. "But you'd love that too I can tell."

She then looked at me with a grin and said, "Maybe I should just piss here?" 

She was pointing down to the carpeted living room floor. I think she obviously knew I was getting off on such talk. I assumed she was just teasing me, but I said, "Yeah go on."

Well next thing I know, with a big grin on her face, she was stepping out of her shorts, having first removed her shoes and socks. no panties underneath her shorts. Then she crouched down into a squat right there in her living room. She squatted there grinning at me for a few seconds, then said, "I gotta go."

And with that a sudden yellow gusher sprayed forth powerfully from her pussy with a loud full-bladdered hiss, splashing forcefully onto the carpet. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! She was actually doing it, with a massive grin on her face. She was loving it too I could tell. The carpet beneath and slightly in front of her became rapidly sodden, the wet patch growing ever larger. In the centre of it a small lake of pee began to form with the carpet unable to absorb more. Yet she continued gleefully pissing there, little droplets splashing back up from the puddle upon impact. She peed for ages as well, the puddle growing so large that she was squatting in it, her bare feet squelching in it.

Finally, her yellow torrent dwindled into a trickle before coming to a halt. She stood up, smiling, looking pleased with herself. "I enjoyed that!"

"Yeah, I can tell", I said." Do you make a habit of pissing all over the carpet for fun?"

"Only when I have male company", she laughed. But then added, "Well actually I piss on the bedroom carpet all the time. It's just more convenient, you know?"

"Doesn't it make the room smell a bit pissy?"

"Yeah I suppose it does, haha. But I'm not bothered. Are you?."

I wasn't.

I myself still needed to pee which I told her. With a smirk she said, "Well how about you christen my bedroom carpet?" And she led me into the room which did have something of an aroma to it. I could also make out large stains on the carpet beside the bed where she was obviously in the habit of peeing during the night.

Hesitatingly, I unzipped, uncertain as to whether I should be doing this. "I'll lend you a hand", she chucked as she reached down and took my penis into her hand, aiming toward the centre of the room. I already had a semi on so peeing wasn't straightforward. But my bladder was full so when I started there was no stopping me. I was there pissing on her bedroom carpet, with her gleefully aiming my dick around so my pee sprayed all over a wide area.

When I was done, we ended up in no time having great sex on her bed. She lay on her back with me on top, thrusting in and out as her hips thrust to meet mine in perfect rhythm, her nails digging into my back as she moaned with delight. I held back until she was moaning in the throes of an orgasm, then I withdrew and sprayed my load onto her tits. Didn't want to cum inside her cos she might not have been on the pill.

We crashed out soon after, but I awoke during the night to the sound of hissing pee splashing on carpet from the direction of her vague shape squatting in the darkness beside the bed. 

Sadly it only proved to be a one night stand, but I shall never forget it.

[gldenwetgoose 21,459]

Hi Wet Carpet,

You might recall my last letter about a year ago - I'd just discovered the liberation that is not caring where to pee, now a year on I just wanted to share a top tip with you all - it is after all festival season.

I've just come back from a weekend in Glastonbury with the girls and let me tell you - I can't believe how uptight some people are. Imagine the scene - it's been a hot day and you've been following all the advice on staying hydrated. In fact, guzzling water, gin, wine, lager all day. As the sun's setting you''ve got your prime spot right in front of the Pyramid Stage  - the support bands are finished and the headline act is about to come on...   Are you really going to lose your space right then and there to go and try and find a smelly portal?  Really???  Not this girl.

You see, people really aren't that observant - or if they are, they really don't care.  I can honestly say nobody batted an eyelid, but of course they probably didn't notice the trickle of pee down the backs of my legs, the puddle forming in my sandals, the squelching as I danced. They didn't notice the first time it happened, or the second....  although I'm not sure but one or two may have noticed the shuddering spontaneous orgasm I had on the third time emptying my bladder in the middle of that packed crowd....

Happy days!

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a 30 year old lady called Sara, and I think I look pretty good. I work as a model and do ok anyway. This is me...

I have a thing about peeing. I just get off on the idea of not actually using the toilet, but deliberately peeing somewhere unconventional. I do it in my own house often.

When using the bathroom I'll walk right past the toilet and squat in the shower cubicle as a matter of course. If I'm feeling naughtier and can handle cleaning up afterwards, I might just piss on the floor. I love the sight and sound of it all splashing down. Another frequent thing I do is pee in the kitchen sink, lol. Sometimes all over the dirty dishes. They have to be washed anyway, right? So why not?

Occasionally, when I feel exceptionally horny, I might pee in some truly naughty places. Like on the bedroom carpet beside the bed. Mom would be so proud, lol. But hell, at least I'm not taking a shit on the carpet, hahaha.

Well just before writing this, I had one of my horny exceptionally naughty moments. And decided to pee on the big glass dining room table, hahaha. Was a lot of fun.

I stripped out of my clothes. I often like to be naked when I pee somewhere outrageous. Adds to the eroticism.

Then I climbed up onto the glass table and popped a squat in the middle of it. And let loose.

With that erotic hissing sound we girls make when we need to go, my pee was soon splashing down onto the glass. And the sound of pee splashing onto glass is rather distinctive and sexy as fuck.

An ever growing lake was forming as my golden pee splashed down, meandering ever closer to the table's sides. Pee was also splashing up from the point of impact to spatter onto my ankles. My feet were already wet as the large and ever growing puddle on the glass surface surrounded them. This was so incredibly erotic - the hissing, the sound of pee splashing down forcefully onto glass, the splashback, the growing yellow-tinged mini-lake atop the surface, me squatting in the middle of it and still pissing.

I was still peeing strongly when the pee lake reached two opposite sides of the table and began flowing over the edge onto the carpet below. Another erotic sound filled the room, that of pee falling several feet onto carpet. On opposite sides of the table two growing puddles were forming upon that carpet. It was brilliant.

Of course, nothing can last forever. Eventually my pee dwindled and came to a halt. But the sound of it flowing off the table's edges onto the floor below still filled the room and continued to do so for another minute or two. I climbed off the table, my wet feet landing on the carpet, and stood there savouring the sight of my piss covering much of the glass surface, and flowing off the sides onto the carpet below. 

And as I stood there watching this I began to frantically rub my clit, bringing myself to orgasm. It was utterly superbly erotic. One of my horniest pissings.

I have quite a mess to clean up when I can be bothered, but it sure was a LOT of fun.

Sara

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My husband and I - both in our 30s - have just received a £300 bill from the hotel in Bournemouth where we spent the weekend. Was a rather wet weekend even though the weather was sunny, if you catch my drift.

We spent much of it going out to local pubs, then heading back to our room with more booze, frequently having sex, and also pissing on each other in the shower cubicle. We have always had a thing about watersports.

Anyway on our last evening after a few too many we decided it would be fun and a laugh just to pee on the floor, can't even remember who came up with the idea first. So there was hubby standing naked by the end of the bed, pissing there on the carpet as I drunkenly laughed at the sight.

Then I popped a squat beside the bed and began pissing there on the carpet. Was funny but also wildly erotic. Made quite a mess and I loved every second of it.

We had more to drink and then hubby decided it would be fun to piss in the wardrobe, lol. I decided to squat and piss on the carpet again, but this time on HIS side of the bed, hahaha.

Later, after sex and laying in bed about to crash out, we both realised we needed another piss. And decided it would be great fun to piss the bed together. So we did!

Was a good job we'd been seriously drinking or we'd never have managed to sleep in that wet pissy bed, lol.

When we awoke - sober and hungover in that now cold wet bed, remembering all we had done - we decided that prudence was preferable to valour and did an early morning runner.

But of course they already had our credit card details, didn't they, so were able to trace us and bill us easily enough.

I guess we better pay that £300 or we might end up facing legal action. And we could do without our wet weekend antics being plastered all over the local press.

But though it has proven expensive, it was a lot of fun.

Since then I have taken to occasionally peeing on the carpet beside our bed at home. Hubby doesn't mind. He loves watching me do it, and has taken pics for our private collection. Maybe I'll share some with you someday.

[Alfresco 11,610]

Dear Wet Carpet,

Something happened to me yesterday that I think you would want to know about.   I went out for the morning but my housemate, Christina, was home, so I didn't bother taking a key.  I had been into town, had a coffee whilst I was there and was drinking a bottle of water as I walked home late morning.   By the time I got back just before lunch, I was really ready to use the toilet and was looking forward to dashing up the stairs and letting loose in the toilet. However, when I tried the front door, it was locked.  I rang the bell, but no answer.  You know what it is like when your bladder is ready for release and you have a toilet in your sight - well my desperation had risen and was not helped at all by the locked door.  

I sent Christina a text to find out what was going on.  No reply for a couple of minutes, whilst I continued to stand on the doorstep jiggling about.  Then my phone pinged, which made me jump and a little spurt left my urethra and wet the front of my knickers.   I jammed one hand into my crotch as I pulled my phone back out with the other hand.   "Sorry, just had to pop to the shop - back in 45 mins xx".   That was 45 mins too long for my aching bladder.  I had to do something and fast.

There was nowhere easy to pop a squat without being seen and it was the middle of the day which made it much worse.  I had to think quickly.  I could go in the back garden, but that was overlooked by other houses and didn't offer sufficient privacy.   I went back there anyway as it was going to be better than peeing out the front.   As I walked down the little path between our house and our neighbours, it dawned on me that the neighbours had just gone away for two weeks on holiday, they had a 6 foot high fence on all sides so I could possibly get more privacy by going on their patio and hiding right up by the house to pee in their drain.   I snuck in through their side gate and then I saw it.   Of course!  They had a summer house in the garden which was never locked and the tinted windows would provide perfect privacy!

Decision made - I walked across the neighbours patio and slid open the door of the summer house, sliding it closed again behind me.   The summer house had a bench seat around the outside and but nothing much else in there.  I looked around for a pot or something to use, but there was nothing.   Another spurt into my knickers was enough to tell me that I didn't have time to worry about how I was going to do this, so I simply pulled down my jeans and knickers to my knees and squatted low to the carpetted floor.   Within seconds, a thick fan of a stream was issuing forth and forming a frothy puddle on the carpet.  It pooled and spread as I looked down at it.   The feeling was ectasy as the pressure in my bladder subsided.   I was getting a few splashes on my shoes, but I really didn't care anymore.     The puddle continued to spread also started soaking in rather than continuing to sit on top of the fibres.   I didn't move, but just kept on going until I was totally empty.   Finally the blast subsided to a more gentle stream and then came to a halt.  I felt drained of energy and just stayed there squatted whilst the last few drops fell to the puddle.   My inner thighs were wet from splashes and my neat pubic hair was glistening with moisture.

After another 20 seconds, I stood up and fished in my pocket for a tissue, but found that I didn't have any.  I looked around and my eyes fell on the pink scatter cushions that adorned the bench.   I grabbed the nearest one and ran it up and down the inside of my legs and gave it a good rub against my pussy.  This picked up the last of the splashes and wetness.   I returned the cushion to its place on the bench - a bit damp across the middle, but never mind.   I pulled my jeans back up and surveyed the damage to the carpet.   Thankfully it was a dark grey carpet and although the puddle covered a fair sized area, it was soaking in nicely, so probably wouldn't show much of a stain and I'm sure it would mostly dry before the neighbours returned from their holiday.

I slipped out of the summer house and was just exiting their side gate when Christina walked up our drive.   "What are you up to?" she asked.   I didn't know whether to come clean but I couldn't think of any good excuse why I would be in the neighbours garden so I said "Yeah, sorry, I was bursting for a pee and I thought there was a bit more privacy in their garden than ours".  Christina laughed, but I'm not sure what she would have thought if I had told her exactly where I had chosen to release my aching bladder.

Fiona.

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On 8/16/2019 at 11:53 AM, Alfresco said:

Within seconds, a thick fan of a stream was issuing forth and forming a frothy puddle on the carpet.  It pooled and spread as I looked down at it. 

I loved this little tale, @Alfresco. And oh so very plausible.

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet,

This past summer, something incredible happened, and I know it's perfect for your magazine. Fair warning for readers, this story is kind of long and contains more sex than pee, so if that's not your thing, you might want to pass.

My husband and I had been looking for a way to mix up our marriage a bit. We talked about our mutual desire to have an open marriage as long as we both agreed to be safe. We were nervous, though, and we both confessed that maybe our first time having sex with someone else would need to be together, like with another couple. We got online and signed up for an anonymous group for swingers, and through some online discussions we learned about a "spa" just a few hours from our home that offered "special services" for couples and might be a perfect first-time experience. My husband and I talked about it for a while and after reading more about it and looking into the website for the "spa," we decided to give it a try and registered for a couple's treatment. There were several tests we had to complete that included a survey and a health screening with our physician. We sent all this info to the address provided and waited. About a month later we received an email with the location and appointment time.

The day finally came, and we were obviously nervous and excited. I adored how my husband kept checking to make sure I was still comfortable with this. He was so loving and wanted to be sure I wasn't just going along with it for him. Honestly, the thought of being with another man made my insides squirm with a mix of fear and excitement. I hadn't been with anyone else since I met my husband, but truth be told I had thought about it.

We arrived, and the place looked like a regular spa, a nice looking brick building with stone columns and a fountain in the front. We were greeted by a receptionist who typed our information into the computer. 

"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Dawson, I see you signed up for the couple's experience, just head to the left and there will be some changing rooms on the right." We followed her instructions, and as soon as we opened the door we were greeted with three other couples who were in various states of undress. One man and woman were completely nude and yet were standing close to each other as if it were perfectly normal. Another woman was in the process of wrapping a towel around herself, and her partner was removing his boxers. The other couple seemed as if they had just arrived right before us as they were in the process of removing their clothes.

My face reddened as I could not help but look at all of them. They were all so attractive. My husband also seemed affected by this brazen display. As we both stared, the couple who had been completely naked grabbed their towels and wrapped them around themselves and the last couple continued undressing until they, too, were each wrapped in a towel.

"Umm… Hello," my husband said, finally breaking the awkward silence. Several of them returned his greeting. "We're… not really sure what's going on here," he said. My face reddened again, but they all smiled at us, and one of the women giggled.

"It's okay," the man closest to us said. He had brown hair peppered with a few streaks of gray, but he was very handsome with lean muscles. "This is a safe place. No one wants you to feel uncomfortable. We are here to allow you to choose which of us you would like as your special partners for the evening. We are all trained massage therapists, and we have all completed a rigorous health screening. And now, we are just waiting for you to choose."

I looked up and my husband who met my gaze. His face looked both confused and excited, which was adorable and comforting because I felt the same. We turned away from each other, though, and looked over the six people who stood in front of us, naked except for their towels.

"What do you think, babe?" my husband asked. I looked around at them. They were all so attractive, but there was something kind and gentle about the man who spoke to us, but he also seemed strong. I glanced at his hands, which were big but not massive. My husband was looking at the woman next to him. She was a redhead with round hips and decent sized breasts.

"Maybe these two?" I said. I smiled at my husband, who nodded.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Excellent," the man said. "We'll leave you two to get undressed, and when you're ready just step through that door to your right. Showers are to the left if you want to get cleaned up first."

Once they were gone, we did as he directed and undressed, then stepped over to the showers, which was a large square shaped space with several showerheads, a tile floor, and some drains. As we showered, I could not help but feel excited and nervous. My husband and I shared a showerhead and enjoyed some time holding each other under the warm water and helping each other clean off. It was like an unspoken gesture of trusting affection before we knew each of us would be giving ourselves over to someone else for a little while.

As we stepped out and wrapped our towels around our bodies, I had a fleeting thought that maybe I should pee first, but I had not seen any toilets anywhere, and I was so eager that I pushed the thought away. We stepped through the door, and there was our couple waiting for us, still wrapped in their towels and each of them standing next to a massage table. My husband stepped up to the one next to the redhead, and I walked to the one next to the man. They directed us to lay face down first. "Do we leave our towels on, or…?" my husband asked.

"You can leave them on until you feel comfortable removing them. We will also keep our towels on until you remove yours. We want you to feel comfortable setting the pace here. For now, just relax, enjoy your massages." My husband and I made eye contact and smiled as we laid down on the massage tables.

For the next few minutes, we enjoyed what I know was the best massage of my life. My husband's moans and sighs were proof that he was enjoying himself, as well. Once they reached our backs, we both agreed that they could remove our towels. The couple also removed theirs, and I could occasionally feel the man's bare chest against my bare skin. As he worked his way down my lower back and to my buttocks, I felt the pressure in my bladder.

"Umm," I started to say.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, the massage is great, but… I kind of have to pee?" The man laughed, and his partner laughed as well.

"Well, then, what would you like to do?" he asked. He continued to rub my lower back, and he was teasing the top of my buttocks.

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"We have facilities in the lobby, but you would need to get dressed," he said.

"Oh, well…"

"Or you can just relieve yourself here," the woman said. "It happens all the time."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," the man said. "But you do what you feel comfortable doing. I can let you up to get dressed, or you can get up and find a place in this room, and we can turn away if you need privacy." I lifted my head and got my husband's attention.

"I don't want to move, this feels good," I said to him. He looked at me and smiled.

"It's okay, baby," my husband said. "I want you to do whatever feels good to you."

"I don't think I could make it to the lobby anyway," I said. This was definitely the truth because I could feel a wave of pressure building. "Just keep doing what you were doing," I said.

"Yes ma'am," the man said. He continued rubbing just above my buttocks, and the added pressure, my growing need to pee, and the excitement of what I was about to do made my pussy tingle. I knew I would be peeing soon, but I didn't know if I could do it laying on my stomach like this.

"Can I roll over?" I asked.

"Absolutely," he said. He stopped rubbing and I turned over. I laid on my back, and I could see that the redhead was rubbing my husband's thighs and my husband was watching me. I bent my knees and spread my legs.

"I can't hold it anymore," I said. I sighed and just let go. Right away a warm stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed against the massage table between my legs. "Ohhh, wow, that feels good," I said. I watched the stream as it flowed out, making a mess on the table and dripping to the floor.

"That is so fucking hot," my husband said.

"It is," the man said. "Can I touch you while you go?" he asked. It took me a second to process his question, and I looked over at my husband who just nodded.

"Yes," I said. My flow was becoming a dribble, but as soon as I said this the man reached over and touched the top of my labia just above my clit. He rubbed gently and then a little harder, making me gasping and squirt another splash of pee.

"Oh, shit, that feels good." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation as my pee flow came to an end. I heard movement next to me and opened my eyes to see that my husband had rolled over and was openly stroking his penis.

"Can I help you with that?" the redhead asked. I nodded to my husband.

"Yes," he said. The redhead then took my husband's penis in her hands. He gasped and closed his eyes as his penis twitched at her touch, then he opened them again. "Wait, I have to--."

"It's okay," the redhead said. "Just relax." My husband rolled over on his side to face me. I realized then that he wanted to watch while another man pleasured me, and I also realized I wanted to watch while another woman pleasured him. There was something else in his expression, though, like concentration. The redhead knelt in front of him and I gasped as a stream of piss flowed from my husband's cock and all over the redhead's breasts. She moaned and let my husband's warm stream wash all over her chest and down her stomach.

"Oh my god," I said. This was part in response to what I was seeing and because now I could feel the man's tongue licking at my clitoris. I instinctively reached for his head and drew him closer, but I was still watching my husband soak the redhead with his pee. As soon as his flow ended, she leaned in and took his penis in her mouth. His eyes rolled back and he moaned again, and like me he grabbed her head. We looked at each other again as these two strangers gave us oral pleasure and we smiled.

"I want you… to enjoy this, baby," my husband said between gasps.

"Me too," I said. "Oh, god, that feels so good."

"Do you want him?" my husband asked.

"Yes," I said.

"I want to watch," my husband said. The man stopped licking me, and he stood up and stared at me.

"You seemed a little envious a moment ago," he said.

"What?" I asked. Then he grabbed his penis and seconds later he sprayed a warm jet of pee that splashed against my lower belly. I gasped as he aimed the stream down towards my slit. "Oh god, oh shit that feels fucking incredible." I moaned and reached down to touch myself as his warm pee splashed between my legs. "Ohh, shit, babe, this feels so good."

"It looks so hot," my husband said. I turned to him and smiled again. He was rolling back onto his back as the redhead crawled onto the massage table with him.

"How do you want me?" she asked. At the same time, the man's flow had stopped, and he stepped forward until I could feel the tip of his penis rub against my soaking wet labia.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Turn around," my husband told the redhead. She turned to face away from him, and just as she grabbed his penis to ease him into her, I felt the man's penis enter me, as well. The redhead and I moaned almost in unison as she rode my husband and I reveled in the feeling of this man's cock slide in and out of me. "Oh, fuck this is great," my husband said.

The man pulled me closer to the edge of the massage table and pushed my legs up until my knees were bent more and my feet were in the air as he thrust deeper into me. Then he reached under my buttocks and lifted my ass, which was something new. I cried out in surprise and sheer pleasure as he kept thrusting. Then I felt just the tip of his thumb as it probed my asshole. My husband and I weren't strangers to anal sex, but this was the first time anyone else had been anywhere near by back door, so it was still a surprise.

"Let me know if you need me to stop," he said. 

"Please don't stop," I said. He kept thrusting his cock into my vagina while still just gently probing and rubbing his thumb around my asshole. I gasped and then moaned as I had my first orgasm of the evening. I heard loud moaning next to me and turned to see the redhead closing her eyes as she seemed to have a small orgasm, as well. She climbed off of my husband and without hesitation he turned to watch me.

"Have you ever been with two men?" the man asked. He pulled out of me and took his thumb away.

"No," I said.

"Go to your husband," the man said. He helped me up from the massage table and guided me over to the other massage table. He and the redhead helped me up until I was straddling my husband.

"Hi," he said, and he reached out and stroked my cheek.

"Hi," I said.

"That's it," the man said. "Just enjoy being together. This is still a safe place, and you are still lovers. We are your guests."

I moved up just enough to feel my husband's penis right at my slit, and I rocked my hips a little bit, letting his cock rub against my clit. He groaned and grabbed my ass and lifted me until I moved my hips again and felt him enter me. I gasped and then sank down to my arms, feeling my breasts against his strong chest. I rode him like this for about fifteen seconds when I felt another set of hands touch my ass. I looked at my husband who just nodded.

"It's okay, baby. Relax. I want this for you." We kissed deeply, and I felt the man's thumb probing around my asshole again, this time with the obvious cool, slippery feeling of some lube. A few seconds later I could feel what was obviously the tip of his penis. He slid it in just to the tip of the head and then back out. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as he repeated this. The next time, he was able to get his cock in further, and I shuddered a little and moaned. "You okay?" my husband asked. I nodded as I arched my back and slowly started to rock my hips. The intense pleasure of feeling both of them inside of me at the same time was almost too much to bear. I gasped and moaned as they both moved in and out of me.

The redhead climbed up onto the massage table, as well, and a tried to focus on what she was doing, but my brain was going to mush at the mix of pleasure and pain of two men penetrating me. I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy until I could feel someone near me. The redhead had climbed up and was now riding my husband's face. But she was looking at me.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Ah… amazing," I said. "Oh god, mmm, shit… oh, fuck." Then to my surprise she leaned in and kissed me. In the heat of the moment I returned her kiss until our tongues were touching. I felt her bare breasts against mine. Then she kissed my neck. "Ohhh my god, you all… are… driving me… crazy…"

"Mmm, that's the point," she said. "Ohhh, your husband really knows… how to eat pussy…" I couldn't answer her because I could feel that both my husband's and the other man's thrusts were getting more vigorous. I figured they were both getting close, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

I arched my back a little more and allowed them to thrust as hard as they needed to. "Shit, I'm gonna cum soon," my husband said.

"Me too," I said. Because of the pressure from the other man's thrusts in my ass, I also felt like I might pee, as well. I thought about saying something, but instead I just relaxed and felt my orgasm building. "Oh shit. Oh my god! Oh! Oh, fuck! Ahhhhh!" When I cried out, the other man pulled out of me and the redhead climbed off the table. I lifted my hips as a stream of warm urine sprayed out of me. It felt wonderful like sweet comforting relief as it soaked me and my husband's crotch. My husband, meanwhile, grabbed my hips and pulled me back down, and as soon as I came and pissed all over him he groaned and pulled me down onto him. I laid there for a moment, catching my breath. "Thank you," I said. He kissed me again, and I suddenly realized that he had not come yet. "But what about you?" I asked.

"Well, climb back on," he said, laughing. 

"No," I said. "I want to watch you fuck her. It's only fair."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I am," I said. I looked over at the redhead, and she was smiling. I climbed off of my husband and he sat up as the redhead walked over to him. The man stood behind her as if walking her right to my husband, but then he turned her around so that she was walking backwards towards my husband. Then I realized their plan as she pinned my husband against the massage table with her ass. I watched as she reached back and stroked his penis until it hardened again and then lifted her rear end and guided his cock to the back of her slit. My husband groaned as she moved her hips and rode him like this, leaning down a few times to put her hands on her thighs and let him go deeper into her vagina. She also seemed to be putting her asshole on display, and it was clear that while my husband and I were fucking she had already lubed up her ass. My husband took the hint and rubbed his thumb around her anus. She moaned and rode him more sensuously.

I was getting really excited again, so I scooted around on the massage table behind my husband until my legs were on either side of him and started touching myself while kissing his back. I let a few more squirts of pee out that warmed the massage table and trickled around my crotch and to my husband's buttocks.

Then the other man stepped closer to the redhead, and just as I had expected, she moved her hips until my husband's penis slipped out of her. She reached back, though, and helped him guide his penis to her waiting ass. It didn't take much for the tip of his penis to enter her, and she moaned in response. She leaned back into him, and I scooted closer until my pussy was right against my husband's buttocks and my legs were touching her thighs.

The other man moved closer and kissed the redhead deeply and passionately, and as I continued to rub my clit I watched as he slid his penis into her slit and she cried out. "Oh my god, yes. Oh god, ohhhhhh, fuuuuck that feels so good." My gaze switched from my husband groaning as he moved his dick in and out of the redhead's ass and the other man as he thrust inland out of her vagina. She screamed out as both men started to thrust harder. "Oh shit, I'm coming. Huhhh, god, oh, oh, OHHHHHHhhhh." She shuddered and bucked and just as my husband pulled out of her she sprayed a hot jet of piss all over the other man and the floor. The other man lifted her up and then set her down on the massage table right next to us.

My husband turned around and pulled me to the edge of the massage table. As the couple next to us continued to go at it, my husband entered me slowly and sensuously. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and he moved in and out of me. "Thank you," he said, and he kissed me, his tongue probing mine. His thrusts increased and we both started gasping and panting. We heard the redhead cry out again and the other man groan, but we were lost in each other now as I started to cry out. 

"Oh, god, I'm gonna come," my husband said.

"It's okay," I said. He increased his thrusts, and as I built to my third orgasm of the night, I felt my husband's penis pulse as he ejaculated inside of me.

When he finished, we held each other for a while before looking up at our guests. We thanked them and they directed us back to the showers. That experience transformed our marriage and our sex life. We have actually talked about returning and maybe trying one of the other couples.

[steve25805 125,811]

The sexy @MissAutumn and her partner are the inspiration for this story, but it is a work of fiction and I have chosen to make both characters female.

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Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Lucy and my partner is called Charlotte. I'm bi and Charlotte is a lesbian. We live in sunny California but travel around a bit. I'm British but Charlotte is an American. We both work in Silicon Valley, a couple of gals doing well in a male-dominated industry. I'm a big breasted, brown eyed brunette, Charlotte is a busty blue eyed blonde. We are both in our late 20s.

And we have a hobby we make a bit of cash on the side out of. You see - and it will come as no surprise to you since we are writing to your magazine - we are both into pissing, including on each other. But we especially like pissing all around the place. Reluctant to do that in our own homes, we tend to travel around staying in hotels and motels, and have fun pissing everywhere. We film it too - albeit no face shots - and sell the vids on amateur pay sites. Chances are, some of your readers may well have bought some of them and seen us in action.

We love to have a few beers in our room and stand or squat or whatever and piss all over the carpet and the furniture, or on the table or the bed, maybe even against the walls. Perhaps in the wardrobe or the drawers, maybe on the floor of the en suite bathrooms. The money we make selling the vids pays for the hotel costs plus a small profit. And the vids feed an exhibitionist impulse in us. We love that some of you guys will get to see us doing it.

We tend to clean it up afterwards well enough for it not to be too obvious for a couple of days and we are long gone by then and it is hard to pin on us. We haven't been caught yet. We always make sure our pee is highly diluted before we have our fun, so it is probably many days after we have gone before it starts smelling in any way pissy. At least that is the calculation, and it has seemed to work so far. We never visit the same hotel or motel twice as an added precaution.

Our last little hotel visit was a modest little place in Sacramento a couple of days ago. We have yet to put our video of the adventure on sale. Want to see if this letter gets published first. We had a carpeted room with a double bed, a couple of armchairs, a wardrobe, a table and a bedside cabinet. No en suite bathroom this time, but a communal one down the hall. But we weren't really intending to use the bathroom anyway, lol.

There was a bar on the ground floor where we enjoyed a couple of beers before buying some cans to take to our room. Once there we both soon needed to pee, and stripped off naked. We like to be nude in our videos and purchasers seem to like that. We agreed that I would pee first. So I placed one of the armchairs facing the wall about three feet away, and I sat in it with my legs apart, playing with myself and growing aroused in expectation.

Then I started pissing, spraying the carpet in front of the armchair, using my fingers to adjust the direction of my stream so I sprayed a larger area. As the floodgates opened, my spray grew more forceful, and soon I was gleefully pissing against the wall, Charlotte chuckling with delight as she filmed my piss splashing against it. Pee was flowing down the wall from the point of impact onto the carpet. As ever, I was loving it, getting a real thrill out of doing this.

Eventually, my flow began to wane, and my pee ceased to reach the wall, pattering down onto the carpet again until finally I was done. I guess all good things must come to an end, but I reached for another beer to get fuelled up for some more fun in due course. I chuckled at the sight of the piss stained wall and pissy carpet.

Next it was Charlotte's turn to pee. As I grabbed the camera, she decided to stand in the middle of the room with her legs slightly parted and hands on hips, and do a standing piss all over the carpet. With a delightful hiss, her piss sprayed forth to land between her feet and a little in front of her, pattering down quite loudly onto the carpet. A veritable pool was forming as her pee cascaded down faster than the carpet could absorb it, splashing loudly into the growing lake. I wondered if anyone passing our room could hear this and know what was happening. That thought sent a frisson of excitement through me. 

By the time her spray had dwindled to a halt, the puddle was rather large. But it became gradually less conspicuous as her piss soaked in.

Once done, we had a few beers and chatted, fuelling up for our next pee.

I was the first to go again. I got up onto the glass table and popped a squat. Then I started pissing, loving the hissy sound and the sound of pee splashing loudly down onto glass. The puddle on the glass surface grew rapidly larger until - to our delight - it was flowing over the side in a mini-waterfall onto the carpet. When I was done I climbed off the table but the sight and sound of my piss flowing off the edge onto the floor filled the room for a minute or two more. Charlotte panned in with the camera to film this.

Charlotte then pointed at the bed and laughingly suggested pissing on it. But it was the only bed in the room and neither of us felt like sleeping in a pissy bed. So instead Charlotte sat on the end of the bed with her legs parted. And started pissing right there onto the carpet again, delighting in aiming her piss all around. Another rather large puddle was the final result.

We were getting pretty tipsy now so decided on just enough more beers to fuel up for a last piss before bed.

This time, Charlotte was the first to go. I filmed her as she pulled one of the drawers of the bedside cabinet open, before hovering her backside over it. Within moments she was loudly pissing in it, laughing semi-drunkenly with glee. It wasn't long before piss was dripping from the underside of the drawer onto the carpet. Once finished, we left the drawer open with her piss still dripping as I panned in to film it with our camera.

For my turn I decided to come over all mannish and stand and piss against the wall beside the bed. I stood facing the wall with my legs slightly parted and my hips thrust forward. And I started pissing against that wall, slowly swinging my hips to spray a wide area. Numerous rivulets of pee were flowing down it from my moving point of impact onto the carpet below.

I was semi-drunk by now. I do things like this after a few beers. It's fun.

After this we got into bed and crashed out, though I woke in the middle of the night to pee on the carpet beside the bed.

We woke early next morning to clean up as best we could before departing.

The pissing had been a lot of fun. The cleaning up afterwards not so much but necessary.

Hope you all enjoyed that. And hope you enjoy the video when we put it on sale.

Lucy and Charlotte

[somedood123 398]

Hi again everybody!

Kristin here again! You might recall my first letter relating a story of my college roommate Cassandra's "pee alley" earlier in the year. I ended that letter by telling you that this alley is far from the only place I pissed during one of our night outs. Like I said, Cassandra certainly didn't like queuing for the toilets and it was very common for her to find an alternative and obviously I would just follow her lead if I also had to pee. I suppose it's not inaccurate to say that over time I then also developed a habit of avoiding the toilets when there was a line. See, instead of thinking "I wonder how long it'll take to get through this" it became "Okay, where else can I pee?". I can already hear some of you other readers saying "just get creative and you can pee anywhere!", and I agree! Especially with a mentor, if you will, like Cassandra.

Anyway, onwards to the story. This one took place not too long after the story involving the alley. Cassandra had taken me to yet another bar she knew of. And the bathroom situation was pretty awful. Definitely not enough stalls, although it was a smaller bar located on the second floor of a building which somewhat complicated my initial plan of just going outside for a pee in the streets, obviously inspired by Cassandra, when the time came. You see, it wasn't just straight down and then out, and you had to walk through a bunch of different hallways and rooms to get outside. Of course Cassandra had a solution to our little problem, though.
We had been at the bar for about an hour when I spoke up saying I was gonna go to the bathroom. I'd been holding it for a bit then so I actually really needed to go at this point.
"Yeah me too", Cassandra said and glanced in the direction of the toilets. There was a line of about 10 women.
"I know a good place, come on!", she added and stood up.
She led us to the other end of the bar where the room closed off to a dark hallway leading to the emergency exit. The hallway went on for a bit then turned into a T with a door for the emergency exit on one side and a dead end on the other.
"This is usually where I end up peeing when I'm here", she giggled from the dead end and began unbuckling her jeans belt buckle.
I didn't manage a response before her jeans were down and she was squatted low.
"You wha-? Cass, what are you..?", I began but was interrupted by the gushing pee stream she unleashed onto the carpeted floor.
Cassandra just giggled again, "I know I know... But I had to go!".
She then went on to explain that a couple of weeks back she had been here desperately needing to pee.
"I was about to leave and go somewhere else and just pee somewhere on the way", she said over the sound of her hissing stream which bore into the carpet, "but then I noticed one of the bartender girls moving into this hallway. It's always this dark by the way, only some slight lighting from the lit up emergency exit sign above the door over there. I thought maybe they had a staff toilet down here considering the girl looked like she was in quite a hurry".
"Jeez", I said, already having a clear picture of where this was going.
"Well I arrived at where you're standing now", she said, "and was greeted by the sight of this girl in a high squat, her black leggings tucked down to her knees and a thick piss stream drilling away at the carpet."
"She looked mortified, and I could think of nothing else to say than telling her I won't say anything but she has to let me pee here too when she finishes. Obviously she couldn't really do anything but agree so about half a minute, maybe a minute, later we swapped and I popped into a low squat like this and relieved myself.", Cassandra said right as her stream stopped.
"That's ridiculous", I said.
"Yeah? Well it doesn't look like you object much", she giggled and shook her bottom half. What she was referring to was the fact that I had already popped open the button to my shorts in anticipation of being about to relieve my aching bladder.
"I guess not!", I laughed.
We then traded places and I tore down my shorts and panties as I adopted a low squat and let go.
It took me a few seconds to start but then it was immediately a forward shooting stream.
I could hear it hissing away and pattering on the carpet.
"Seriously, pissing on a damn carpet", I giggled, "guess there's a first time for everything"
I also now got a whiff of just a tiny bit of that smell of old piss indicating that this carpet had seen some pee before, like Cassandra said. But it wasn't too bad. Probably nothing you would notice unless you were right on top of it like I was in that moment.
Cassandra giggled, "if you don't wanna deal with those lines, you have to get creative".
I was still peeing but now my stream began losing its force.
I managed a few more strong squirts and then I was done, the evidence clear on the carpet.
It was dark but you could just make out the wet spot where Cassandra had been peeing. I suppose I had added some to that too, but most of mine had shot further and created a second wet spot on the carpet.
"Okay we'd better get back to our table!", Cassandra laughingly said.
Probably a good idea because you wouldn't really want to get caught having pissed on the carpet in some dark hallway of a bar!

Fortunately we did not get caught and the next time we had to pee, there wasn't a line to the bathroom.
We went into a stall together and there was no way I was sitting on that seat so I did a high hovering squat, as many of the other women before me had probably done, leading to even more pee splashes. Honestly, it looked like someone had straight up popped a squat on the floor and Cassandra apparently couldn't be bothered to wait for me, so while I was hovering over the bowl, she began pulling down her jeans. Soon enough she had entered a low squat over the floor and started pissing.
I just looked at her for a second then laughed.
"I suppose it looks like you're not the first one to do that", I continued laughing and reached for the toilet paper. Obviously there wasn't any so we both just had to drip dry like in the hallway earlier!

Almost an hour later we left the bar, quite hammered I'd say.
"Should we get an Uber?", I remember asking.
"It's just like a 15 or 20 minute walk at the most", Cassandra had said.
"Okay whatever", I shrugged it off.
"And I have to pee anyway", she added.
"Me too, kinda", I giggled, knowing what was in store.
We were ways from Cassandra's "pee alley", but a couple of minutes later we came upon a small incline with a set of concrete stairs that seemed to lead to a basement of the building on top.
"I'm gonna go here", Cassandra said.
We then took turns squatting at one of the top steps and releasing our streams, leaving a wet streak on multiple steps and a puddle at the bottom.
"You've really taken this public peeing to heart, haven't you, Kristin?", Cassandra giggled when I emerged, still in the midst of buttoning my shorts.
"Well what can I do with a friend who's peeing everywhere when I gotta go too?", I laughed.
That was the end of the night, but there were many more!

Love,
Kristin

Edited November 18, 2019 by somedood123

[somedood123 398]

Dear Wet Carpet readers,

I'm Maria from the UK and I'm a woman 32 years of age working as a sales agent for a large company. Most of my work consists of driving out to various business customers around the country who are interested in our products and services. The end goal of course being a sale.
This means I spend a lot of time on the road and some of those drives can take several hours which obviously means I end up needing to go for a wee at some point. At first I would use public loos, usually at petrol stations, but I quickly stopped doing that as they're always so darn filthy.
Over time I've become quite adept at finding a spot where I can crouch down and relieve my bladder in private. It's absolutely faster and probably more hygienic than having to ask for the key to a filthy loo at a petrol station. And I have to say, it's also quite a bit more fun! I don't usually do it along the road, though, as the options for hiding are rather limited! Can you just imagine that! Me in my business attire giving a front row show of my bum to a passing lorry driver as I'm crouched down weeing away on the side of the road! So I find urban areas are much better suited for when you want to have a pee in private. Depending on the drive this does mean that I find my bladder stretched to near maximum capacity as sometimes the next town might also be my destination. In such cases I will still do my wee in public as I believe it sets a bad example if the first thing I do when arriving at a customer's place of business is asking for the toilet. Can't be good for business!

The most common place for me is parking garages. They're absolutely fantastic for when you need a wee as there are usually plenty of places to hide. I know they sometimes have cameras, but they can't cover all spots and not to mention, no one's going to be looking at the video unless something like a real crime actually happens. If there's a parking garage close to the customer, I will typically just park there, find a spot to wee, wee and then walk the rest of the way, but I have also parked simply to pee and then driven out right after.

Sometimes it's much too busy for a wee next to the car and in those cases I like to go to one of the remote staircases and relieve myself in there. I often find evidence suggesting that I can't be the only woman peeing in them as I frequently see drying puddles that don't look like any puddles a man would leave (don't you guys prefer pointing it at a wall?). It's not uncommon to see discarded tissues either. Honestly, sometimes I think there are more women than men peeing in the parking garage stairs!
But yes, the staircases are great although they often have a rather unpleasant odour of varying intensity!

Recently I had to bring a younger colleague, Emma, 26, on one of these trips. She's just started working with us and the boss thought it would be a good idea if she came with me to a sales call, so she could get some experience.
It was about a two hour drive so a little on the shorter side, but I usually have at least one cup of tea with colleagues when we start the day. So two hours will still result in needing a wee! I completely forgot about Emma as we drove past station after station. After a little over an hour and a half of driving she asked me if we could stop at the next one as she was bursting for a wee.
"Sure, but I think this may have been the last one before we reach the city", I told her.
"Darn, well just drive then. I can hold it", Emma assured me.
I needed to go myself, although Emma looked to be in a worse state. I wondered if I could persuade her to do a wee in public or if I'd have to suggest finding some place in the city with a bathroom.
"Shouldn't have had that extra cup of tea before we left", she nervously laughed and added, "How do you do it? I mean, you must be on the road a lot from what I hear".
This was my chance.
"Well, all this time on the road has certainly made me quite an expert on finding a place to have a wee", I said and glanced at her for half a second before turning my attention back on the road.
"What? Outside?", she giggled.
"Sometimes you just gotta do it", I said, "the public loos are always filthy so I would honestly rather pee somewhere else. It's also faster! Although I generally don't do it on the side of the road like here. Everyone can see!".
Emma let out a laugh.
"Well let me know if you spot somewhere because I am definitely getting to the point where I will pee just about anywhere!". She had started holding one hand against the crotch of her business trousers.

After another 15 minutes we made it into the city and I quickly spotted a sign for a parking garage.
"Parking garage okay for a wee?", I asked as I turned the wheel to drive down the ramp.
"What, here?", she asked, "I don't... But... I did say anywhere, I suppose".
"I need to go as well so you won't be alone", I said in an attempt to assure her it was fine.
I found an empty space and parked the car.
"Quite a lot of people about", I said as I stopped the car.
"Way too many", Emma said, "I don't think I can pee here".
I was unsure if suggesting the out of the way staircase I had spotted was pushing it a little too much, but she looked like she was about to flood the car. My car.
"What about over there?", I said and pointed.
"What?", she asked.
"Those stairs look out of the way. No one will see us if we go in there", I said.
"Wee in the stairwell? Uhm... Well okay, I can't hold it any longer anyway.", she said as it appeared a wave of desperation had rushed over her,  "Let's do it!".
We then got out of the car and hastily made our way towards the door marked as 'STAIRS'. I wondered if anyone noticed us because the clacking of our heels sure wasn't without sound. Emma really looked to be in a hurry.
Finally she reached the door and opened it and stepped inside with me right behind her.
"Oh, it REEKS in here!", she said. This was definitely one of those staircases that was used as a public urinal very often. I think they all are, but rarely are you hit with that smell of decomposing urine as soon as you open the door, and it was obvious that there was pee on the floor that had yet to dry.
"They're usually not this bad", I said as we moved up the first set of steps to get away from the overpowering smell.
She looked at me for a second and grinned, "Right, and you know that for obvious reasons. At least I won't feel guilty about weeing here then".
We stopped at the first landing and I told Emma to go ahead while I just took a quick look further up to make sure we were alone.
A moment later I heard the absolute gusher she had unleashed and I came back down to find her with her trousers pulled down and crouching near the edge of the landing as she was sending a showering of wee down the steps.
"Wow, somebody really needed to go!", I laughed.
"Told you! What a relief this is", she sighed.
Her gushing stream continued for about a minute in total after which most of the steps were drenched and there was an obvious fresh puddle on the floor at the bottom.
"Damn, I got some on my trousers, is it noticeable?", she asked and quickly pulled them up before I could offer her a tissue.
"There's a wet spot on the waist but it's not too big. Your shirt can cover it. And I have tissues, you know", I giggled.
"Oh", she said, "too late now, already feel it in my knickers", she giggled.
Emma stepped to the side and I moved into the corner of the landing and starting drawing up my pencil skirt before pulling my knickers down and crouching low.
I released my wee immediately. A razor-like stream shot out and started forming a river on the concrete before my pee eventually began running down the steps.
"You do look like someone who does this a lot", she giggled, "no splashback, no wet clothing".
"Just keep practicing, you'll get there", I chuckled.
"I just might have to do that", she grinned, "it was pretty fun!"
After about half a minute my wee was ending and I wiped with a tissue I had taken out of my purse then pulled my knickers back up and eased down my skirt.
"We'd best leave", I said.
Our wee had pooled on the floor at the bottom and we had to take a long step over it to get to a dry spot, not least because of the wetness that was already there.
I put my damp tissue in a bin outside the door to the stairs and then we got back to the car and started driving the final minutes to the customer.

"And this stays between us", I told her.
"Oh absolutely, I wouldn't dream of telling anyone we went for a wee on the stairs in a parking garage", she giggled.
"And nothing about me frequently weeing in public rather than using those filthy public loos, got it?", I grinned.
"Yes", she smiled.

Maria

 

[hentaixt 1,580]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

First let me start by saying I am absolutely appalled by your behavior here. The act of urination is a bothersome necessity at best and not something you should actively enjoy. However, I was able to find some information I needed, so I will give you an explanation.

I am someone that believes in staying hydrated, there are so many times that I can use to prove that it is a true health benefit and everyone should do it. Unfortunately this mean I also have to expel that hydration regularly, about every twenty minutes for around a minute on the toilet alone. Couple that with finding a bathroom, hoping it is decent, and cleaning up afterwards, I use a lot of time getting rid of that "waste." So I finally got fed up and decided to just stop going. Well, not GOING, just finding a restroom. Since I knew this might cause other issues I needed to do some research before I committed to my new easier lifestyle. Luckily after a bit of digging through local government pages and some counter-culture sites, I found that the local police in my country are more likely to join you than arrest you for relieving yourself outside. Most people did note to be "polite" about it to reduce your risk of being caught, which lead me to find "discrete" relief ideas and ultimately here. I want to state again, that what several of you do here is just revolting, but I am apparently started down the path to what you considered "naughty peeing" regardless. Some of the threads I read through about wearing dresses with no underwear convinced me to buy a pair of crotch-less panties to try. I was also able to get hints like "looking through your handbag" or "sitting on the edge of a planter," even the "standing while facing a wall" or "lean back into a corner" seemed a viable prospect. The last thing I want to say is I am not going to be rushing out the door every time I need to go either, so the "indoor" stuff of "look for floor drains" or "cardboard holds liquids better than expected" might come in handy as well.

I will not be reporting your forum to have you expunged from existence, but I GUARANTEE... I will not be returning here either. Consider this my bargain for providing me with what I needed to know.

Good Day.

[gladeriga 4]

On 12/29/2019 at 1:02 AM, hentaixt said:

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

First let me start by saying I am absolutely appalled by your behavior here. The act of urination is a bothersome necessity at best and not something you should actively enjoy. However, I was able to find some information I needed, so I will give you an explanation.

I am someone that believes in staying hydrated, there are so many times that I can use to prove that it is a true health benefit and everyone should do it. Unfortunately this mean I also have to expel that hydration regularly, about every twenty minutes for around a minute on the toilet alone. Couple that with finding a bathroom, hoping it is decent, and cleaning up afterwards, I use a lot of time getting rid of that "waste." So I finally got fed up and decided to just stop going. Well, not GOING, just finding a restroom. Since I knew this might cause other issues I needed to do some research before I committed to my new easier lifestyle. Luckily after a bit of digging through local government pages and some counter-culture sites, I found that the local police in my country are more likely to join you than arrest you for relieving yourself outside. Most people did note to be "polite" about it to reduce your risk of being caught, which lead me to find "discrete" relief ideas and ultimately here. I want to state again, that what several of you do here is just revolting, but I am apparently started down the path to what you considered "naughty peeing" regardless. Some of the threads I read through about wearing dresses with no underwear convinced me to buy a pair of crotch-less panties to try. I was also able to get hints like "looking through your handbag" or "sitting on the edge of a planter," even the "standing while facing a wall" or "lean back into a corner" seemed a viable prospect. The last thing I want to say is I am not going to be rushing out the door every time I need to go either, so the "indoor" stuff of "look for floor drains" or "cardboard holds liquids better than expected" might come in handy as well.

I will not be reporting your forum to have you expunged from existence, but I GUARANTEE... I will not be returning here either. Consider this my bargain for providing me with what I needed to know.

Good Day.

Welcome back, good seeing you again. And hoping for some more wet stories. 🙂

[hentaixt 1,580]

Hey there. Got an old story to share from my rebellious days. I used to be in an all girl biker gang and they used to play in doubles pool tournaments around the bars in the area. Anyway, one night me and my billiards partner had just finished a game against a long time rival pair. We ran the table and it was over in just under ten minutes, so we were stuck waiting for the next game to conclude. Of course it was ladies night, so the place was packed and the line for the bathroom was bullshit. One of the girls for the other team was already squirming, but she was too much of lady to just go outside. Although what happened next was even less appropriate, so not sure how that works out. Her friend literally picked her up at the waist and sat her on the corner pocket and told her to piss. So sure as shit, she hikes up her skirt with nothing underneath and just starts pissing in the pocket. The tables for play are the type with the ball return runs, so you can hear it flowing down the channel to the other end of the table. At this point the other girl puts a leg up and stands on the table, drops her leather pants and squats down to piss in the other corner pocket. So of course I said fuck it too, and hoped up to use the side pocket myself. So we got three women pissing on a pool table green into the pockets, where it all sloshes down to soak the balls at the return. Next thing I hear is my partner talking, I am facing the wrong way so all I hear is the sounds. Apparently some guy walked up and flopped his dick over the guard rail to start taking a leak in the other side pocket. My partner waited for him to get good and comfortable and then whacked him across the dick with her cue. He let out some kind of feeble moan and passed out from pain, stupid prick was probably pissing blood for a week. He should have known that was the ladies table. We all finished up and the next team moved to our table, so we racked up the wet balls and started the next game. It was a bit more interesting with liquid on them, kept screwing up the bounce shots and leaving trails across the felt. We told the other girls someone knocked over a whole beer, the swill they served tasted like it anyway.

I got some stories from my second life as a security guard too. One of the biker girls went straight and started an all female security squad for all female events, I got into that for the stability of it, was tired of not having a homebase. Anyway, better believe I have stuff about girls peeing everywhere at those events. Another Time, When Peace is With You in Heaven. (That was our old motto.)

[somedood123 398]

Hey everybody!

I'm a girl in my early 20s and I like to go to night clubs and such, and I happen to live in an area with a lot of them so there's always something interesting to go to.
My friend is a really big clubgoer and the one who introduced me to the scene here. Well anyway, a few weeks ago I happened to have an interesting conversation with her as we were sitting in my apartment pregaming a little before heading out.
My friend had just come back from the bathroom and commented on how clean it was.
"Not like those night club bathrooms, right?",  I said, "gosh, they are filthy, so disgusting. I'll admit I sort of accidentally added to the mess one night, though".
"It was really late and I was REALLY drunk. Went to the bathroom, which was obviously so disgusting I was doing my best to hold my balance while hovering over the toilet. I was like halfway through peeing when I realized my aim was off and my stream was mostly hitting the side of the seat, causing most of my pee to just go on the floor. In my attempt to correct my position I lost my balance and had to really hold onto the door handle to keep myself from falling into whatever was on the floor! Well at this point I just thought fuck it and finished my pee on the floor intentionally. And as usual there was no toilet paper.", I finished.
"Yeah I never use them", my friend said.
"What?", I asked, unsure of what she meant.
"The bathrooms in the clubs. I never use them because they are so disgusting. Why would I waste time waiting in line for a bathroom that is drenched in other girls' pee and God knows what else! And has paper strewn everywhere", she said.
"But I've heard you saying you'll be right back and that you're just going to pee. What, do you like go outside in an alley every time?", I asked. Neither of us are strangers to popping a squat in an alley when we gotta go.
"Not... exactly", she said and seemed to hesitate a little before continuing.
"You know I know many of the clubs pretty well, and uhm... Well the thing is, if you know where to look, there are many dark spots and corners where a girl can pee without being seen", she said.
"What!?", I exclaimed but also giggled. Surely she was kidding?
"I'm serious", she grinned, "it's not like the floor is clean anyway, and don't you think they wash the whole place anyway with all the spilled drinks and whatnot? I pee as if it is the alley outside", she giggled.
I was a little shocked, but also intrigued because I have to admit that what she said kind of made sense to me.
"You're considering it, aren't you?", she giggled in response to me not saying anything.
"I'm just trying to picture it... but I'll admit I'm intrigued", I said, "but like, where do you go?".
"A corner behind a couch in an area without many people is a pretty good spot, or a dark hallway leading to a fire escape or something", she said.
"Oh and the clubs that have a janitor's closet they've forgotten to lock... I'm positive that there are other girls peeing in those sometimes because the floor is often wet before I've emptied my bladder!", she added and laughed.
"That's... interesting", I giggled.
"You'd be surprised at how much time you save, and the agony of waiting and then just reaching a bathroom so dirty you might as well pee anywhere... So I don't really feel bad for doing it, it's just pee or pretty much just water with how much I've been drinking", she said and finally added the question I had secretly been waiting for, "listen, why don't we make it a goal for tonight to not use any of those filthy bathrooms?".
"I don't know... What about getting caught?", I asked.
"Just gotta be careful and no one will know!", she said.
"How long have you been doing this?", I asked.
"Like, a year maybe, I'm not sure", she giggled.
"Jeez, you must've peed in every club here then", I laughed.
"I think so, yeah. Multiple times obviously! Actually I did get caught once", she then said.
"...by some guy who sat down in the couch while I was squatting behind it, mid-stream. He didn't notice me right away and I actually managed to finish peeing. It was only when I stood up that he noticed I was doing something with my skirt. Fortunately he was really drunk and he seemed to just think it was really sexy", she giggled.
"Lucky you", I giggled, "okay, I'll try tonight... TRY. Should give us more time to dance at least", I emphasized. Could I really just pee anywhere like that?
"And it's best to wear a skirt or dress and no panties", she giggled and quickly held up her skirt, showing me her shaven mound.
I was already wearing a knee-length dress but with panties so I complied by pulling them down and stepping out of them.
"There you go", she grinned as she must've noticed my exposed crotch for just a second. And if you must know, I also keep it shaved!
"It's better with some fresh air to the pussy anyway", she added and giggled.
We left my apartment soon after. I didn't pee before we left. Didn't really have to go, but I also figured if I was going to just... pee on the floor in a corner somewhere in the club, it would be easier if I really had to go. At least the first time.
Well by the time we had gotten into the club, after a long wait outside, I REALLY had to go!
"Seriously I'm about to pee down my legs, you need to tell me where to go now!", I said to my friend.
She giggled at first.
"Okay okay, this one is super easy because they have one of those really dark hallways that leads to an emergency exit. It's so easy to just sneak down there and pee. No one will see you, I swear.", she said directly into my ear.
"It's through that door over there", she added and pointed in the direction, "I'll get us some drinks in the meantime"
"You're not coming?", I asked.
"No no, I don't need to go. Don't worry about it, I swear you're not gonna get caught. No one goes out there", she assured me. At this point I didn't really have a choice anyway as there was no way I would be able to hold it long enough to get through the line to the bathroom.
The door was already in a dark area of the club, only illuminated ever so slightly by the emergency exit sign above it.
I looked behind me before opening the door, just to see if anyone was paying attention to me, but as expected, no one was looking so I entered.
Once inside the hallway with the door closed behind me, I realized how dark it was. The door had a small window which also happened to be the only source of light and aside from right in front of the door, it was pitch black.
I moved further into the darkness and started pulling up my tight dress. I really needed to pee, but could I actually do this, just pee on the floor?
"Well that's a relief", I heard a woman's voice giggling from the darkness just as I was moving into a squat. Then I heard a hissing sound and the sound of something splashing.
"Jeez you startled me", I said.
"Sorry", the voice said, "I was trying to keep quiet, but you know how much it hurts when you force yourself to stop peeing? At least you're just another girl in need of a wee!", she said in what I think was an Australian accent.
"Yeah... what?", I said.
"Looks like you also came in here to wee. Go on, have your pee, I won't tell anyone! The queue for the bathroom is crazy! I don't blame you! And I gotta say, bit of a wee smell in this corner already so I don't think we're the only ones with this brilliant solution", she said over the sound of her peeing on the floor.
Encouraged by her words and actions, I again squatted low and released the hold on my bladder.
"That would be my friend", I giggled, now a little more at ease, "she pointed me down here, she said it's a good spot to pee".
A second later and I was peeing. Just a trickle at first, but it quickly turned into quite a stream.
"It gets the job done", the girl chuckled.
She finished peeing while I was still going.
"If you gotta go, you gotta go. Well thanks for the pee-company!", she laughed and then left, leaving me alone in the darkness, still peeing.
My stream continued for a little longer before I was empty.
I then quickly went back to find my friend, now feeling much relieved.
"Feel better now?", she giggled and handed me a glass of something.
"Yes, relieved", I grinned, "but I did get caught, sort of... There was another girl peeing in the corner when I entered".
"I have long suspected I'm not the only one peeing out there", she giggled.
About half an hour later my friend told me she needed to pee and if I was gonna come along. I had a to go a little bit so I figured I might as well.
We then squatted in the same hallway together, adding even more pee to the puddles on the floor.
"So how's it feel?", my friend asked me as we were peeing.
"Relieving!", I giggled, "a little weird, but I think I could get used to it".
"Oh you do", she giggled.
As we were about to leave, the door opened and in stepped none other than the girl I had run into earlier.
"Oh hello again", she let out a giggle, "and the friend with the secret wee spot, I presume?", she continued giggling, clearly having gotten more drunk than before.
"Shhh!", my friend shushed, "when you gotta go...".
"You gotta go! Don't worry about me!", the girl interrupted and giggled as she disappeared into the darkness, "they can't expect me to wait in that queue, right?".
We heard her stream start just as we left.
We stayed for a few more hours, peed in the hallway a few more times and then left to go home. Oh and we stopped to pee in an alley on the way, but that one is fairly normal I think. At least for us it is!
So yeah! I found this magazine afterwards by googling something about peeing in clubs and I guess I have now joined the group of you who do that, because I don't think this will end up having been just a one-off kinda thing! I gotta say, I am actually a little excited to hear my friend's solution in the next club we go to!

Anonymous club pee-er

[somedood123 398]

Hi,

I'm Lily and a recent event made me go back about 15 years in my memory and one thing led to another and here I am with a story or two I think might be of interest to some of you.
Well, I'm a woman just about in my mid 30s. Won't be posting a photo as I've seen some other contributors do, so you'll have to make do with a short description. I'm a brunette, long straight hair, slim figure and about average height.

Anyway... About 15 years ago while I was at uni, I shared a flat with two good friends of mine, Claire and Tracy, whom I often went out with. Nothing like getting drunk on a Friday night after a long week of studying, classes and what not! Our flat wasn't in the city centre. In fact it was about half an hour train ride away. The thing is, even at this time, these trains were old. They certainly had no loos and that could occassionally be a little problematic on the ride home in the middle of the night after copious amounts of alcohol quickly filling up your bladder. Most of the time this wasn't a problem for us as none of us took issue with going to a quiet part of the platform to pee before getting on the train. Or sometimes squatting in a corner behind a pillar inside the station waiting area and just weeing on the floor. Obviously the public toilets at the station were locked at night. What do they expect? Friday night and people coming back drunk and in need of a wee? I know for sure we were not the only people weeing in that corner of the station as it was always a little wet and often smelled quite strongly of wee. Eventually a security camera was put up as the other ones didn't cover this area, which was probably why everyone peed there, and neither me nor my friends liked the idea of ending up on some bloke's computer somewhere, so that put an end to our weeing in the station, leaving us with the station platform or timing an alleyway wee just right so we didn't end up bursting while still on the train.
One night we had lost track of time and hurried out of the bar to make sure we wouldn't miss the last train, all three of us desperately needing a wee. I think we all planned for the train to be late, giving us a few minutes to find a spot on the platform where we could pee, but just as luck would have it, the train showed up on time and we had no choice but to board it unless we wanted to wait hours for the morning train to arrive.

"There's no way I can hold it for half an hour", Claire said as we sat down.
"Me neither", I said, "I'm bursting".
Tracy looked to be in the worst state as she didn't even respond, seemingly all too concentrated on holding her crotch.
"Seriously, I'm gonna wet myself in less than 5 minutes", Claire said.
That was probably true for all of us. Maybe even less time for Tracy.
"I have an idea", I said and lowered my voice because there were other passengers across the aisle.
"Let's see if there's an empty carriage and then we can just crouch between the seats and pee on the floor", I said and grinned.
Tracy was immediately up for it, but I remember Claire being a little apprehensive, although she quickly came around, probably realising there were no other options. Claire always seemed to have a brief moment of second thoughts when it came to weeing somewhere in public, but always went along with it anyway when she realised Tracy and I were gonna go regardless.
The three of us then got up and started moving. We were in the second carriage on the front side and could see that the very first one wasn't empty, so we started moving through the carriages.
"What do we do if none of them are empty?", Tracy asked after we had been through several.
"We'll figure it out. But there's gotta be one that's empty. There always is!", I said.
Finally we came upon the very last one. And it was empty.
"Thank God", Tracy said and started unbuttoning her trousers as we entered. In hindsight, anyone who might have been paying attention to us could surely tell what we were about to do. But I don't think anyone did, surely not at this hour.
She immediately moved into the space between one of the four person cubicles and pulled down her trousers and Claire soon followed, having already pulled up her skirt.
That left me with the spot across the aisle, and I eased up my dress, eagerly anticipating the moment when I could finally relieve myself.
Claire and Tracy were already squatting and weeing out absolute torrents by the time I got into the same position.
"Ah, that is so much better", Tracy moaned, "I don't think I've ever needed a wee this badly before".
I started my own stream in the same moment and it turned out to be a gusher. The thin carpet on the floor just couldn't soak it up fast enough and it quickly ended up as a puddle flowing out into the middle of the carriage.
Claire then suddenly giggled over the sounds of our wee streams.
"A night out with us is never uneventful, is it?", she continued giggling.
"Sure isn't", Tracy giggled as her stream began weakening.
"Well what can we do? There's no loo on the train", I laughed.
We eventually all finished peeing, leaving two large puddles of wee on the floor of the train carriage. And I remember they were spreading, running further down in little rivers.
We then went back to another carriage, all the while trying not to completely burst into giggles, and made it home without any more trouble.
And yeah, in the months and years that followed, we did end up repeating the above every now and then. Honestly, I think we all secretly liked it a little bit. I know for sure I did. It was a bit thrilling to just wee in the train like that. No toilet? Well we still need to pee! I'm sure we weren't the only ones weeing in the carriage like that as we did find suspicious looking puddles on the floor sometimes. Maybe that's why the last carriage tended to be empty!

Well that's that, but I said a recent experience is what made me think of this so here it is.

This story doesn't involve Claire and Tracy. We haven't had much contact in recent years, although we have talked about getting together to catch up on each other's lives, who knows? I am getting along well with a colleague who is about the same age as me, though. Her name is Astrid, and we live in the same area which is about a 20 minute train ride from the city centre.
A number of us at the office recently went out to a late dinner together - with some of us continuing onwards to a pub afterwards. And then more... Anyway, come almost 3 am and it's just Astrid and me on the way back to catch the train. I remember Astrid being really desperate for a wee and wanting to queue for the loo before we left, but by the looks of it we would've then missed the train, so I convinced her to hold it.
"I really have to go", she kept saying during the walk to the station.
I told her she could go in an alleyway and I'd keep a look out for her while she had her wee, but she didn't want to, saying she would just use the toilets at the station. I told her not to get her hopes up because they tend to be locked at night.
"Darn it", she said upon discovering they were in fact locked, "how long until the train?".
"Should be about 5 minutes", I said after checking the time.
"Okay, I can hold it till then. I'll just use the loo on the train", she said, quite determined but I could tell she was starting to look worried. She was truly bursting.
The 5 minutes pass and there's still no sign of the train. At this point Astrid was practically bouncing up and down where we stood. There weren't that many people about on the platform so I had a suggestion for her.
"Listen, Astrid, you look like your bladder's gonna explode. Come on, just go down there where it's dark and pee! I'll go too if that helps, I'm starting to feel a slight need", I said.
But again she refused.
"No I can hold it. The train's bound to be here any minute now", she said.
Sometimes I really do sit back in awe at the lengths that some women will go to if it means avoiding peeing in public. Come on, it's not that bad. There's nothing shameful about peeing when you really have to go even if it means weeing somewhere in the street.
A few more minutes pass and finally the train rolls up. And it's... Yes, exactly. It's one of those ancient trains that I know don't have toilets. I thought they had all been decommissioned as it had been about a decade since I had last seen one.
"Astrid...", I said as I was gonna break the news to her. She was already eagerly awaiting for the train to stop and the doors to open.
"I don't think there's a loo on that train", I said.
"What? There has to be!", she said as the doors opened and she entered.
"No, these trains used to be all there was at night around here back when I was a regular in the night life.", I said.
Now Astrid looked really worried as we stood there, watching the doors close and the train begin to roll away from the platform.
"Come on", I said and pulled her by the arm. She wasn't getting out of this one. I knew there was no way she would last the full journey and I was gonna make her squat in an empty carriage like I had done all those years ago. And that gave me a chance to do it myself as I was starting to need a wee too. Obviously nothing like Astrid, but it was there. A chance to relive a small act of misdeed from my younger days.
"What are you doing?", she asked me as I pulled her along.
"Just come on", I said.
It wasn't that busy and it didn't take long for us to find an empty carriage. Once inside I stopped.
"Now squat and pee on the floor", I instructed.
"What!?", she exclaimed.
"Do it, you know there's no way you're not losing it within the next couple minutes", I said.
"But...", she said.
"Just have that wee you're so desperately needing. I used to do this every now and then with my friends back in the day", I grinned, "don't worry, no one's gonna see you".
"I'm not even gonna ask... but okay, fine!", she said and stepped into the spot between the seats, "but not a word about this to anyone!"
"My lips are sealed", I giggled from my position in the aisle. Astrid pulled on the hem of her dress and then quickly pulled down a black thong as she squatted. She started peeing as she was moving into a low squat above the floor.
"Oh my god", she moaned, "I needed this so badly".
"I can tell", I giggled. Her stream was razor-like and very strong.
"Is there anyone coming?", she suddenly asked after about half a minute.
"No, you're good", I assured her, "you don't need to worry, not unless you plan on weeing for like 5 minutes because that's when the next stop is", I laughed.
"We'll see", she giggled, obviously having eased up a little with her relief.
She continued peeing and showed no signs of stopping.
Finally, after a little over a minute, her streamed slowed down and became just drips, but then she seemed to gain a second wind and it again started gushing out.
"Wow", I said, "I wonder how much that is".
"I'm almost empty, I swear", Astrid giggled.
Eventually, after another 10 or 15 seconds had passed, her stream finally ended.
"How the heck did you hold that much?", I asked as she pulled up her thong.
"I don't know!", she just giggled.
"You have to promise me you'll wee in an alleyway or something next time, you're gonna get yourself an infection holding it that long", I said.
"Okay, I promise", Astrid giggled, "it's just that the last time I did it, I got caught by the police and I was so mad I swore I'd never again put myself in a position where I had to pay that kind of money for something so silly".
"Just be careful", I giggled and continued, "okay, do you mind watching out for me? I'm gonna go for a wee as well", I said already beginning to ease up my tightly-fitting dress.
"Oh, yes, okay, sure", she said as we traded places.
The floor between the seats was absolutely flooded by Astrid's wee. One massive puddle is what it was.
I pulled my knickers to the side as I squatted low and started my own wee.
"Okay I'm gonna ask anyway", Astrid suddenly said, "you've... peed on the train before?".
"Yes", I grinned as my stream continued adding to the puddle, "facing a 30 minute ride in the middle of the night when you're drunk is uh... Well, sometimes you just gotta go", I giggled.
"You're terrible", Astrid giggled.
"I know I know", I giggled, "in fact I'm gonna admit I've sort of missed doing this".
My stream ended after about 30 seconds so clearly I didn't need to go anywhere near as badly as Astrid.
Our wee was now running down in rivers further into the carriage, covering even more of the floor.
"We'd best leave", I giggled as I moved my dress down.
"You don't say", Astrid giggled.
We actually haven't talked about this since then, but I have a feeling it might come up the next time we're a little tipsy together.

Lily.

 

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Hi readers.
I am Chloe and just found this magazine recently after a fun experience I had working at the mall just two days ago! There's no carpet involved, but I hope you won't be too upset about that. I read a few other stories here (very good!) and see that not all of them have carpets so I hope that means it's not a requirement!
I'm a college student working part-time in a small clothing store at the mall. It's pretty boring but it helps pay the bills, and my good friend Sabrina also works there so that does make it a little more fun during the quiet periods when we have shifts together. Don't tell her but I like her a little more than just as a friend, I think. I always thought of myself as straight, but I hear sexuality is a spectrum so maybe I am a little what they call bi-curious?
Anyway like I said, the store is small, so small that we in fact don't have a staff bathroom in the back, not yet at least, and so we have to use the public ones (sometimes pretty gross) in the mall. Fortunately the store is almost right next to the one of two sets of bathrooms in the mall. The other one is down at the other end, so good thing we're not located in the middle!
On Saturday I was working a shift with Sabrina and I had to pee. We had just under an hour left of our shift before the next team comes and takes over. Generally, we're not supposed to leave the store outside of breaks, but since it was just Sabrina and me in the store and no customers, I figured it would be okay.

"Hey, you think I can go pee real quick?", I said to her.
"Of course, nothing's happening here", she smiled.
"Okay I'll be quick", I said and left the store.

I arrived at the bathroom door and tugged on the handle, but it wouldn't budge. It opens up into a room with four stalls so this was a little weird, but then I noticed a paper taped to the door.
"Temporarily closed for maintenance. Use bathroom at other end of the mall."
I wondered if I could go there, but it would probably take me 5 minutes to get there and since this one was closed it was probably likely that all the stalls would be occupied even though it did have a few extra stalls. It was a little too much time to be away from the store so I went back and just decided to hold it until I got off.
Sabrina was working the cash register when I got back as we apparently had actually had a customer in the short time I was gone.

"Okay, you were actually really quick", Sabrina grinned once the customer was gone.
"They closed the damn bathroom", I said, "for maintenance it says".
"What? You can go to the other one, I don't think it's gonna get busy here", she said.
"I wouldn't risk it", I said, "I can hold it, don't worry about it".
"That's stupid of them, just closing them in the middle of the day", she said and paused, "you should just piss on the floor when they lock them like that", she giggled.
"Yeah I should, shouldn't I", I giggled. Sabrina had kind of an unusual style of humor sometimes.

I got through the next hour or so until we were relieved (what a pun, lol!) of our duties by our colleagues without too much trouble, although the last 10 minutes had me in quite a desperate state.
"They should've finished that maintenance whatever now I think", Sabrina told me as she could probably see me doing a little desperation dance as we picked up our stuff from the staff room in the back. Yeah, I was starting to have to go pretty bad.
We went towards the bathroom together, but the paper was still taped to the door.
"Shit", I said, "uhm...". I had been really anticipating being able to pee just now, and now knowing I couldn't had almost made me lose it.
"You can hold it, Chloe, come on. Let's hurry to the other end", Sabrina said.
"I don't think I can", I mumbled and suddenly had an idea.
I then walked fast further down towards the back wall of the mall building where there was a door.
"Where are you going?", Sabrina asked, following behind me.
I scanned my key card to unlock the door and it swung open. We have these employee key cards that work for the store we work in and for other general doors in the mall. Well, not the bathrooms. Those are locked with an old-school key.
I stepped into what was the service corridor of the mall which runs all the way around.
"What are you doing, Chloe?", Sabrina again asked as the door automatically closed behind us.
"I'm gonna do like you said and just piss on the floor", I told her.
"What?", she said and as she realized what I had said, continued, "but I was only kidding", she giggled slightly. I think either it was nervous laughter or she thought I was just kidding.
"Yeah so was I but I can't hold it in any longer", I said and set my bag down against the wall then took another few steps alongside the wall then stopped and turned to face the center of the hallway. I then started undoing the top button of my jeans as I took a look both ways.
"Oh my god, you're actually gonna do this", Sabrina laughed. This time I think it was general amusement.
"I sure am", I said and pulled my jeans down to my knees and squatted about a feet or two above the concrete floor before releasing the hold on my bladder.
First a trickle and then a quick spurt, which made for a couple of small visible splashes on the floor. It then took me a second or two to start again. I like to go hiking so it's not like I haven't squatted to pee outside every now and then in emergencies, but next to the trail is one thing, in the mall's service corridor quite another!
I then managed another trickle and finally my bladder gave in and a steady stream began surging out and then hitting the floor quite loudly.
Meanwhile Sabrina looked to be either in shock or very amused at what I was doing. Maybe both.
"I can't believe you're doing that!", she continued laughing over the hissing sound as I continued peeing and making a large puddle on the floor of the corridor.
"I was about to pop", I looked up and grinned. I think part of me was getting turned on knowing Sabrina could see me exposed like this. I mean, it's not like she could see my pussy or anything, but still, I think she was looking.
"But hurry up", she said, "imagine the trouble we're gonna be in if anyone catches you... us".
"I'm going as fast as I can", I said and looked back down at my stream hitting the floor.
It continued for about a minute in total before I finished and attempted to drip dry then pulled my jeans back up.
The puddle was big and with lots of splashes around the edges. It had also run backwards towards the wall and then trailed along the edge, fortunately not in the direction of my bag!
"Ah", I sighed, "I feel better now", I said as I pulled my jeans back up.
"Let's get out of here!", Sabrina said.
"You're not gonna tell anyone, right?", I said as I picked up my bag and took one last look at my puddle.
"Of course not, don't worry", she looked at me and smiled, "it was an emergency!"
I was about to press the button to open the door (they don't require keys from the inside for safety reasons, I guess), but Sabrina stopped me.
"Maybe best to leave through another door", she said and made a gesture towards where I had just been peeing, "just in case anyone sees us coming out".
"Good idea, you're right", I said.
"You really just took a piss down there, jeez", she again giggled as we walked.
"Well it was your idea, wasn't it?", I smiled, "just piss on the floor if they lock the bathroom, you said. And so I did".
Sabrina continued laughing.
"You don't need to go, do you?", I shot her a smile just as we were about to open the door.
"No! I can hold it till I get to a real bathroom", she giggled and playfully punched my arm.

I fell asleep that night thinking about it and how long it would take for the puddle to dry. I was also thinking about having to go back to work the next day. I was working a different shift than Sabrina, however, but she was coming in a few hours before I was off. I was gonna be working 8 am-2 pm while Sabrina had gotten the 12 pm-6 pm closing shift.
Next thing I know it's morning and my alarm is going off. An hour later and I am heading to work.

At 11 I had my lunch break. A little early I think, yes, but often things start to get busy around noon so we need to be two people in the store at all times.
I had my lunch with a bottle of water in our staff room in the back. I realized later that I made a mistake by not going out to pee during my break, but I really didn't have to go. Well at close to 1 I was struggling a little. That bottle of water (16 oz) had filled up my bladder and I had to go! Only problem was it was just me and Sabrina in the store as our colleague's shift had ended at noon.
We finally got a short moment where the only customer in the store had just taken a dress to the fitting room to try on.

"I uh, do you think it'll be fine if I run out to pee?", I asked Sabrina in a low voice, "I don't know why the hell I drank my whole bottle of water at lunch".
"Oh tell me about it", she said, "I have to go too. I was studying and lost track of time and then my roommate was taking forever in the shower so I couldn't pee before leaving for work".
"Mhmm", I said as she didn't answer my question.
"Sorry", she grinned, "If you really gotta go I guess now's the best time, just be fast".
"Thanks, 2 minutes! I'll be quick!", I said.
"At least they've now had time to do whatever maintenance thing needed doing", she winked at me.
I smiled and then made a dash for the door.

Yeah, you guessed it.
The fucking bathroom was still locked with the same stupid note on the door.
I barely thought about what I did next, but simply heard Sabrina's giggling voice from yesterday in my mind "you should just piss on the floor when they lock them like that" as I again made my way towards the door leading to the service corridor.
Quick scan with my key card and the door opened. I rushed inside and made sure to look behind me before walking towards my pee spot from yesterday. Fortunately the corridor was deserted, although that wasn't much of a surprise. I heard the door close behind me just as I came upon the spot where I had been squatting less than 24 hours earlier. There was very little evidence of my piss as the puddle had completely dried leaving only a slight discoloration or stain confirming that some liquid (piss!) had been sitting there left to dry on its own, but the concrete floor had lots of discoloration throughout so that didn't even look unusual. To me this basically told me that the corridor was okay to pee in. The chance of anyone discovering a puddle before it dried was very low, especially on the weekend. I guess it dries fast because of the heat from all the mechanical stuff, vents and what not that pass through out there.
So with no worries, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my knees as I squatted and again looked both ways to confirm I was alone. This time I squatted lower, however, just inches above the floor, because the day before after we'd left the mall, I happened to have noticed plenty of little pee splashes on my sneakers and the lower part of my jeans.
I guess I was more confident this time because there was no trickle, no initial single spurt, I simply started a steady and gushing stream immediately which shot out strongly causing the puddle to form in front of me and run towards the other side rather than backwards.
I looked at the floor quite amused. It was honestly super thrilling to be pissing there, as if marking my territory like some animal. It was fun watching my pee blast the floor and watch the wetness flow strongly towards the other wall.
Finally I was relieved and started dripping dry again, meanwhile making a mental note to bring something to wipe with if there happens to be a next time.

"Wow, almost exactly 2 minutes!", Sabrina exclaimed as I returned.
Just then the customer showed up ready to pay for the dress.
Once she'd left we were alone.
"The fucking bathroom is still closed for maintenance", I said.
"What, really?", Sabrina asked and grinned, "did you..".
"I did", I interrupted her with a grin, "I went in the corridor again". I was about to say more but just then the door opened and in stepped two customers and soon two more.
The next half an hour was busy leaving us with no room to talk about something like that. I could also tell by Sabrina's constant shifting motions that she was clearly beginning to feel a strong need to pee.
Finally, there was a break in the stream of customers.

"So... you just peed on the floor again, huh?", Sabrina giggled as she crossed her legs.
"Yeah", I laughed, "the puddle from yesterday had completely dried so I saw that as a sign that peeing out there is completely fine. No evidence.".
"You're ridiculous", she giggled and stopped, "okay, stop talking about pee because I'm trying to hold it until my break in an hour so I have time to go to the bathroom at the other end since this one's still locked".
"Seriously?", I asked, "just piss on the floor in the corridor", I continued, trying to quote her.
"You saw it yourself, it only took me 2 minutes. You can do it right now. And it's kinda fun", I smiled.
"I don't know...", she said, "I don't think I can".
Just then more customers started coming in and it was another 15 minutes before things slowed down again. There was just one customer in the store at the back.

"Chloe?", Sabrina said from behind the cash register. I was standing nearby folding some clothes.
"Yeah?", I said.
"Can you take over the register for 2 minutes?", she grinned, "I uhm, I'm gonna have to do it, I can't wait until my break".
"Finally", I said and giggled, "I was wondering how long you'd hold on".
She just smiled as she was about to leave.
"Oh right", she said then turned around and looked in her purse on a shelf below the cashier desk.
She took out a tissue then smiled.
While she was gone the customer came up to ask some questions about a specific pair of jeans and whether we had them in another size. I had just sent her off to the fitting room with multiple articles of clothing to try on when Sabrina came back looking much more relaxed and with the look of relief on her face, so clearly she had gone through with it.

"3 and half minutes", I said and giggled.
"Yeah it took me a while to start", she grinned, "and I had to pee way more than I thought I did".
"So how was it? Feel better now?", I smiled.
"Much better!", she smiled, "and you're right it was kind of fun, I don't know... I went a little further down so there's not just a single massive puddle that needs to dry".
"What uh, what about the tissue?", I asked.
"Crap, I must've just dropped it without thinking", she said, "should I go get it, evidence and all?"
"Probably bad luck to go back like that already, and isn't it gonna be soaked in piss?", I giggled, "but next time, maybe don't leave it".
"Next time?", she giggled.
Just then we heard the door open and another set of customers came in and soon after the one from the fitting room also returned.
I handled the cash register the next couple of minutes and then I was relieved by a  colleague who arrived once the clock struck 2.
I got home about half an hour later and then Sabrina started texting me, clearly now on her break.

"You're right, it was pretty fun to just piss on the floor like that without a care. Am I weird if I say I kinda liked it?"
"Then I guess I'm weird too because it was thrilling, like marking your territory or something. Even more so the second time, I think!"
"Yeah, I... I feel bad for saying this but I kinda want to do it again"
"Do it tonight after locking up! Let me know how the drying is going too"
"Maybe" she wrote followed by an emoji with a winking face
I was eagerly awaiting to hear back from her.

The clock struck 6 and I knew it couldn't be long now if she was gonna do it.
About 15 minutes passed with nothing, but then suddenly I got a text.
I opened it and saw a picture of the hallway with my puddle and what must've been Sabrina's first piss puddle further down as I could just make out something white, probably the tissue she used to wipe with. My puddle was definitely a fair amount smaller than what I remember it being.

"Not quite dry yet" I got a second text.
"Are you gonna pee a second time?", I texted back.
"Yeah, I've had to go for an hour now."

A few minutes passed and then I got another picture, this time showing an obvious fresh puddle with all the splashes along the edges. And a tissue soaking into it.

"Tissue...", I texted back
"Sorry yeah, I just realized it. It's just habit to let go of it after I've wiped my pussy. Completely soaked in pee now, though, so I'm not touching it"
"Just hurry up and get out of there", I texted and ended with a winking face.
"You bet"

So that's about it for now. I don't if it turns me on as for some of you or what it is. It was just so thrilling to squat in that hallway and piss on the floor. And as for Sabrina? I think I really want us to squat next to each other and pee, watching each other's streams.
What good advice she had! Just piss on the floor if the bathroom is locked!

Chloe

[Alfresco 11,610]

On 1/11/2020 at 1:06 AM, somedood123 said:

I am actually a little excited to hear my friend's solution in the next club we go to!

 

And I'm quite excited to hear about it too!

@somedood123, that was a great story and very believable.   I wouldn't mind betting that this is being acted out for real in some dark coridors in nightclubs with drunken ladies.

In fact, three excellent stories.   I love the peeing in the train and the corridor at work as well.  I'm a little concerned about someone finding Chloe and Sabrina's pee and then checking the security log to see who has been accessing the corridor......   Best hope that nobody goes there at all until everything is dry.

Edited January 16, 2020 by Alfresco

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In addition to our existing portfolio which includes our public boutique bar and adult cabaret, we have a number of themed entertainment salons offering a range of services specific to the needs of our high calibre private members. Our expansion is allowing us to create a themed cocktail bar and we are recruiting hosts to serve our highest tier clientele. Successful applicants will be selected based on a number of factors and must possess an outgoing and bubbly personality, positive client focussed mental attitude and equally important, an openness to experiences of an adult nature. Experience of employment in a customer service role will be an advantage.

We are an equal opportunities employer and do not discriminate on grounds of gender, race or appearance. However since memvers of the bar will personally select their hosts, there are a number of sub-criteria which we will consider for those candidates being successful at interview.

Full training will be provided including the formulation of our unique range of cocktails. Our unique selling point is the personal twist which each of our hosts adds to the beverage. Flair is important, with our hosts often finalising the preparation of drinks at the client's booth, adding the final golden ingredient to their beverage with personal flourish.

In return for your talents, we offer a competitive salary, flexible working patterns and generous annual leave allowance. We provide and encourage our team members to partake of unlimited soft drinks, ensuring ability to deliver the unique demand of the role. Successful hosts may also be rewarded by their clients with generous tips and may also the benefit of alcoholic beverages bought by the more discerning clientele. Management support a certain amount of responsible consumption where it is recognised as supporting demands of the role. 

If you believe you have what it takes to become a member of team Golden Feather, if you are able to provide the highest levels of our unique brand of client service, if you are able to add the golden touch which makes our cocktails unique then please contact us with your resume today.

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I wrote to you a little while ago about a trip I took to a private beach resort and how my friend Karen convinced me to enjoy myself by peeing whenever and wherever I felt the need, including in my bed. Well, as you could imagine this experience changed my life. I knew when I returned home I would be bringing my new pissing habits with me. This story is kind of long because I have a lot to share. You also might be hearing from me again.

It actually started on the long trip home from the resort. I was on the road when the need to pee struck, and I had not seen any signs for rest stops, although I had passed up a few small towns because I had not yet felt the need. Now, though, I knew the nagging in my bladder would need to be answered soon. I started to pay closer attention to any signs that would indicate upcoming places to stop, rest areas, restaurants, gas stations, anything. I finally came to an exit that had a small gas station. By this point I was feeling desperate and did not want to wet my car seat (I wasn't quite ready for that… yet). I needed gas anyway, so I pulled up to one of the gas pumps. I kind of felt like I wanted to hold it until I finished filling my car up with gas, so I stepped out of my car, closed the door behind me, and walked up to the gas pump. I inserted my card, pressed my PIN, and then removed the nozzle, opened my gas cap, and inserted the nozzle. 

It’s weird, but the sound of the gas flowing into my fuel tank sent an urgent signal to my bladder, and I was starting to wonder if I could make it. I looked around and noticed that there was no one else at the gas pumps, but there were a few vehicles parked in front of the convenience store, and I estimated about five people inside the store. But no one was even looking in my direction. I was wearing my light blue knee-length skirt and no panties (another habit my friend Karen inspired), so I had an idea. I could probably get away with just wetting down my legs while I pumped my gas, and no one would know. I would have no reason to go inside the store since I was paying with a card, and there was no one else at the gas pumps.

As if on cue, another wave of pressure answered for me as I felt a light spurt of pee warm my naked crotch. Realizing I no longer had a choice, I leaned back against my car and hiked up the back of my skirt enough that I hoped the splash would not soak the back of it. I pretended to watch the numbers on the gas pump and just relaxed.

Right away, I felt the warm spray against my inner thighs as I started to pee. It made a soft hissing sound, and warm droplets of pee flowed down my legs and to my sandaled feet. I sighed and let go completely.

Just then, a car pulled into the pump on the other side of mine. I tried to stop peeing, but by now I was so deep into the warm flow that it was useless. A man stepped out of the car and even made eye contact with me and nodded. I tried to smile, but my heart was racing as the warm flow of my pee continued down my legs, creating a puddle on the pavement at my feet. I was also feeling very excited by the naughtiness of wetting myself in front of a complete stranger, and he had no clue. Part of me wanted him to discover my "accident," but mostly my heart was pounding and I had to resist the urge to moan with excitement.

The nozzle on the gas pump clicked off to indicate that my tank was full, and I was finally able to cut off my flow. I quickly replaced the nozzle, closed my gas cap, and managed a smile and a wink to the man before getting back into my car.

Once in my car, I could feel how wet I was, and not just from the stray dribbles of pee that had splashed on my skirt. I needed release and soon or I would have trouble focusing on the road. I kept picturing the man at the gas pump and wondering what he would do to me if he had discovered what I had done. I drove around and parked on the far side of the convenience store where there were no cars. 

As soon as I was sure it was clear, I relaxed a bit in my seat, pulling my skirt up just enough to slide a finger between my legs and caress my clit. I was already wet with pleasure. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just barely see the man walking from his car to the convenience store. He didn't even look my way, but just his close presence sent me over the edge and I bit my lip to keep from screaming as I had a very strong orgasm. I felt my fingers get wet and my bottom get warm, but I didn't care as I climaxed with a very satisfying wave of pleasure and relief.

Back on the road, I still had a few hours of a drive left, and at one point I felt the need to pee again. I could still feel some dampness in my seat from my orgasm earlier, so I thought What the hell, and I just relaxed and warmed my car seat with a steady flow of pee again. Part of me was hoping because I had been drinking mostly water on the trip home that my car wouldn't stink of pee, but as the last dribbles of my pee soaked into the seat under me my face reddened with sheer pleasure. I did this several more times, not bothering to stop at any restrooms and just dampening my seat, relishing the soothing warmth under my bottom.

When I got home, I could feel the need to pee again creeping up. I unlocked the door to my house, and honestly I probably could have made it to the bathroom. Instead, though, I shut the door behind me, leaned against it, and just peed down my legs and to the floor in front of my doorway. I sighed and looked down to watch the clear tendril of warm pee dribble down my legs to make a puddle on the linoleum floor. I pushed and licked my lips at the soft hissing sound as my pee sprayed against my inner thighs and dribbled to the floor.

As soon as I finished, I grabbed my phone from my purse and dialed Karen's number. She answered after just a few rings.

"You broke me," I said, laughing, and then I told her everything.

"I am so proud of you," Karen said and giggled. "I guess I need to catch up then," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Then I heard Karen sigh and I laughed as I could tell she was peeing. "You are such a bad influence," I said.

"Ahhh, yeah, but… mmm… how many of your friends are bold enough to… ohh… just stand in her living room and piss herself?" I could hear the faint sound of splashing on the other end of the line.

"Not to mention encouraging me to do it, too," I said. "Like I said, a bad influence." Karen giggled again, and I couldn't hear anymore sounds of her pee, so she must have finished. 

"Oh, but you love it," she said.

"I do," I agreed. I stayed on the phone with Karen a little longer, chatting about having to go back to work and about our kids. In the midst of our conversation I heard her sigh again and the faint sound of hissing and splashing.

"So," Karen said, "you pissed on the furniture at the resort, you pissed in public, in your car, and on your floor. How do you feel about pissing on your own furniture?" she asked.

"Umm… I don't know," I said. My couch was an upholstered sleeper sofa, and we also had a matching recliner. "I have really nice furniture."

"I've been to your house," Karen said, "so I know what your furniture looks like. I also know it's dark, sooo…"

"Sooo?" I said. 

"Oh come on," Karen said. "You were on the phone with me when I pissed on my couch. And guess what? I flipped the cushion over, and nobody said a word about it. And you're blessed to live alone."

"Thanks for that reminder," I said.

"I'm sorry," Karen said. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just that you have the freedom to enjoy yourself at home just like you did at the resort. Sure, you might have to clean up a mess, but if you're smart about it you might not have to."

As she talked, I was beginning to feel the pressure in my bladder again. I had been drinking a bottled water while we talked, and it was catching up to me. 

"I'm thinking about it," I said. "It did feel really good at the resort."

"And it can feel really good for you right now, too," Karen said. I felt another small wave of pressure, not serious but noticeable.

"Okay, fine," I said.

"Yaaaaay!" Karen cheered. I walked up to my couch and stood looking at it. She was right, it was a darker color, almost black but a little bit of an ashy tone to it. The cushions were also reversible, so maybe she had a point. Maybe I could do this without anyone ever noticing. 

"What should I do?" I asked.

"Well, what are you wearing?" Karen asked.

"Same thing I was wearing earlier, my blue skirt and no panties."

"That's perfect," Karen said. "Just sit wherever you want to go, relax, and let it flow."

I turned and sat my bare bottom on the couch cushion, and as I did another wave of pressure came. I don't know if it was my time wetting the sofa at the resort, but my body seemed to recognize this, and I knew that this was going to happen. I leaned back, relaxed more, spread my legs just enough, and sighed.

Within seconds I could feel light dribbles warming my bottom, and I gasped at the feeling. "Oh, wow," I said. Karen giggled.

"Yeah, you're just getting started," Karen said. She was right again, of course, and I relaxed and let go completely and felt my warm pee soak into the cushion under me. I no longer cared if my sofa got drenched or if I would be able to hide the stain. All that mattered was the wonderful feeling and relief as I peed fully into my sofa cushion, relishing in the amazing warmth beneath me.

"Ohhh, my god, Karen," I said. "I'm soaking my sofa, and it feels so good."

"Mmm, yes it does." Karen moaned, and it occurred to me that she was likely wetting herself again somewhere in her house, but I was too caught up in my own pleasure to pay much attention. "Mmm, I'm pissing at my dining table right now," Karen said. "Ohh, it's spraying all over the chair and dripping to the floor. Ohhhhhh."

"I need to touch myself," I said. I was still peeing, but I cut off my flow and took a second to enjoy the soothing warm wetness against my pussy and butt. I reached under my skirt and started to caress my slit, still feeling soft dribbles of pee warm my fingertips and splash the sofa cushion.

"Oh god, yes," Karen said. We both started panting as I felt my orgasm build and build. I lifted my wet bottom and dug my fingers into my vagina.

"Oh!" I cried. "Oh god, Karen. I'm going to… AAAAAaaaah!" With that cry, I climaxed and squirted a strong stream of warm pee all over the front of the sofa cushion and to the floor. It splashed loudly to the carpet and only lasted about five seconds, but I sunk back into the sofa in total bliss.

"Oh shit, oh, oh, OH," I heard Karen saying on the other end, and I knew she was also masturbating. "Ohhhhh god, yes, that feels so fucking good, OOHHhhhh!" I could hear splashing and squishing noises as she obviously climaxed and then her moans became soft sighs.

We giggled together, and then I thanked her for corrupting me. "You're welcome," she said.

After our experience together, I knew there really was no turning back. I relaxed on the couch to watch a movie, and about an hour into it I had to pee. I was reclining on my right side, and I just stretched my left leg out and let my pee dribble I to the sofa cushion again.

At bedtime, I decided to sleep naked. I crawled into my bed and laughed as I was reminded of the mattress cover we had purchased a few years ago when our elderly cat had started vomiting in random places and once threw up on our bed. It was a washable fabric cover and perfect for my new habits. I turned off the bedside lamp and snuggled into my bed. A few hours later I awoke with a slight urge to pee. Remembering the mattress cover and the wonderful feeling of wetting the bed at the resort, I sighed and just let it go in my bed. I could hear it hissing and dribbling, and I licked my lips at the wonderful warmth as it flowed between my legs and soaked my naked bottom. It was over in less than thirty seconds, though, and I drifted back to sleep. 

In the morning, I woke up and felt the wetness under me, and I smiled. I sat up and pulled the covers back to admire the wet spot. Then I lifted my knees and breathed out as I released my morning pee right there into my bed, smiling as I watched it arc up and spray messily to the sheets between my legs.

So much more has happened, but I think that's enough for now. I'll write again soon.

Cheri

[Sophie 24,369]

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This is based on "Sibling Rivalry" by @gldenwetgoose

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Dear Wet Carpet,

I’m Pippa, long time reader, first time writer. I have a sister and like all siblings I know just how to push her buttons and wind her up like nobody else. I like to tease her, a lot, but I do it with love. I love her to bits but I take great pleasure in pushing her just enough to make her crack and lose it. I like to call her Weeze, it came from our young cousins trying to pronounce “Louise” and stuck ever since. But when I am feeling particularly devilish I will call her “Wee-wees”. One time when she was waiting outside the bathroom door, half bent over in sheer desperation I jumped on her back, it was the perfect target. I will never forget the defeated yet angry look she gave me when she turned around, dark streaks coursing down her legs. It wasn’t the first time she had wet herself either. Of course that just fuelled my teasing and I started calling her “wee-wees”. Secretly I enjoyed it too. I would often sit on the toilet and wet myself or secretly pee under my skirt while sitting on the grass. But I think that’s enough of an introduction, what I really wanted to write in about was something that really brought us together.

I had been out drinking with friends and I couldn’t get home because the train had been cancelled. I was 25 miles away so walking wasn’t an option and I didn’t have enough money for a taxi so I did what anyone else would do and I phoned Weeze. Reluctantly she left her house and came to pick me up. It was cold and I was alone so I didn’t want to wait outside so I went back to the pub for another drink. You know how it is in those places, you stop in for 5 minutes and suddenly an hour has passed. I eventually made it back to Louise, not even noticing she was in my car, and slumped myself in the passenger seat. Better late than never, right? I’m not sure if it was the late night, or the alcohol (probably the alcohol) but I soon drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware of what was happening around me.

When I woke up we were hurtling along an empty motorway, I thought Weeze had woken me up to say I was home but then I quickly realised that I was actually bursting for a wee. I can remember asking her to stop on the side of the motorway for me. I’m usually very pee shy but at that moment I was desperate enough to pee anywhere. She refused, saying something about losing her license. Whatever, always the goody two shoes. Before I knew it I was fast asleep again, dreaming about masturbating in the bath with a full bladder. I’ve always enjoyed the sensation of being really full and I would take it one step further by laying in the bath and just letting my fingers wander. Nobody suspected anything and I didn’t have to worry about clean up when the dam inevitably burst. I would take my time and fully enjoy being desperate to pee, feeling naughty as I felt the water running over my pussy.

I was snapped back to reality when I suddenly realised where I was. I wasn’t in the bath, I wasn’t even at home. No, I was still in the car next to my sister, twitching from my orgasm and wetting myself uncontrollably. Surely I had to be dreaming still. “Did I… did I just, er did I just cum infront of you?” I desperately seeked confirmation.
“Oh yes, you certainly did. Well that and the little matter of pissing yourself too.” I was speechless, how could I possibly explain that?
“You my dear sister Pippa the pisser seemed to be enjoying the full bladder just a little too much.” She added, “Do we need a sister to sister chat?”
“Yes….” I croaked, I could feel my face going bright red, I was still trying to process what had just happened. “...but not here. Home.” The rest of the journey was made in silence, I kept replaying the moment in my head, trying to think of what to say to Louise at home. How do you explain enjoying a full bladder so much you have to get yourself off?

Louise pulled into my driveway and as she climbed out of the car something caught my attention. In fact, it surprised me so much I gasped. The back of her jeans were completely soaked, the wet denim glistening in the street light. “You’re not the only one with a secret, Pippa” she turned to say with a wink. We went into the house and went upstairs to get changed out of our wet clothes. I hadn’t seen Weeze get undressed since we were young teenagers but it was a nice experience, I felt like we were bonding. We put on pyjamas and sat on my bed together. I completely opened up to her. I apologised for all the times I had teased her, for all the times I had made her wet herself, begging for forgiveness. I confessed about enjoying a full bladder. I confessed to wetting myself secretly after her while she got changed. And she confessed too, we both shared the same interest but had no idea. The wetting in the car wasn’t an accident, it was 100% intentional. My embarrassing, drunken night had bought us closer than ever. I have a new nickname, Pippa the Pisser which only seems fair and I am certain Wee wees is going to bring up this event in the future.

Love, Pippa. x