Wet Carpet magazine

[hentaixt 1,580]

Ladies are you tired?
Bored with your routine?

Husband not treating you right?

Come down to the GOLDEN GODDESS!

You will be treated like an empress and bathe you in GOLD! Our dedicated staff of sixty(More Coming Soon!) young maidens will stand and deliver the streams you deserve. Our girls have a strict diet to follow, assuring you have the best liquid gold, straight from the source, from the loveliest sexy ladies. If at any point you are unhappy with the flavor / color / scent, you can swap with no additional charge.
We have several packages to suit you decadent desires. Choose from:
 

Golden Shower (Choose your length to shower; we provide three options in 5, 12, or 20 jets):
Our specially designed shower station allows you the view from below with enough flow to wash away the stress of the day.

 

Lady Bathory (Soak to your hearts content in basin for one):

Filled to the brim with girlish glee... treat yourself like a queen in a tub full of pee. Kept to the perfect body warmed temperature by in ground heating, some of our girls will stop in periodically to give the water a refresh. (Due to popularity this has been restricted to sessions of no more than 30 minute, sorry!)
 

SoapLand Spa (For those wanting a more "personal" touch. One, Two, or Three girl packages available):
Get a full body massage with our specially made Activated Oils. We have soothing, warming, relaxing, and arousal formulas as selections. Our trained masseuses will rub all the right ways.

 

Deluxe Deluge (Our high-end opulence suite)

You will be given a private room where you will enjoy all we have to offer, A SoapLand Spa massage, followed by a 20 jet Golden Shower, and full hour long Lady Bathory soak. Choose one of our girls to be your personal assist, they will fulfill your EVERY request.

When you are done with your session don a complimentary bathrobe and relax with other clients in the From the Tap Juice Bar. Run by the staff, you can order a drink specially made for you. Pick any employee on-duty, from the receptionist to the owner, they will be happy to stop by and give a full glass and sometimes even make it a double for free!

 

Make your reservation today!!!

(Spaces are limited and we are often booked for days in advance.)

[The Golden Goddess is a "Ladies ONLY" establishment. We are run by women / for women with discerning tastes in personal care.]

[steve25805 125,811]

3 hours ago, hentaixt said:

Ladies are you tired?
Bored with your routine?

Husband not treating you right?

Come down to the GOLDEN GODDESS!

You will be treated like an empress and bathe you in GOLD! Our dedicated staff of sixty(More Coming Soon!) young maidens will stand and deliver the streams you deserve. Our girls have a strict diet to follow, assuring you have the best liquid gold, straight from the source, from the loveliest sexy ladies. If at any point you are unhappy with the flavor / color / scent, you can swap with no additional charge.
We have several packages to suit you decadent desires. Choose from:
 

Golden Shower (Choose your length to shower; we provide three options in 5, 12, or 20 jets):
Our specially designed shower station allows you the view from below with enough flow to wash away the stress of the day.

 

Lady Bathory (Soak to your hearts content in basin for one):

Filled to the brim with girlish glee... treat yourself like a queen in a tub full of pee. Kept to the perfect body warmed temperature by in ground heating, some of our girls will stop in periodically to give the water a refresh. (Due to popularity this has been restricted to sessions of no more than 30 minute, sorry!)
 

SoapLand Spa (For those wanting a more "personal" touch. One, Two, or Three girl packages available):
Get a full body massage with our specially made Activated Oils. We have soothing, warming, relaxing, and arousal formulas as selections. Our trained masseuses will rub all the right ways.

 

Deluxe Deluge (Our high-end opulence suite)

You will be given a private room where you will enjoy all we have to offer, A SoapLand Spa massage, followed by a 20 jet Golden Shower, and full hour long Lady Bathory soak. Choose one of our girls to be your personal assist, they will fulfill your EVERY request.

When you are done with your session don a complimentary bathrobe and relax with other clients in the From the Tap Juice Bar. Run by the staff, you can order a drink specially made for you. Pick any employee on-duty, from the receptionist to the owner, they will be happy to stop by and give a full glass and sometimes even make it a double for free!

 

Make your reservation today!!!

(Spaces are limited and we are often booked for days in advance.)

[The Golden Goddess is a "Ladies ONLY" establishment. We are run by women / for women with discerning tastes in personal care.]

That was awesome and highly imaginative.

I love the concept of such an ad in Wet Carpet magazine.

Nice one.

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

And so I return again with more tales of wetting experiences at the library. I hesitated telling you this story, but it's just too juicy to leave out, and since I don't use my real name, and you still don't know which university or which library, I'm not worried about ruining anybody's life or career.

One of my coworkers also wets in random places in the library. And yes, this is the same coworker I caught in the archives. I thought maybe that was a one-time thing, but a little while later I was on my way up to the third floor when I heard it before I saw it, a splashing sound. I turned the corner at the top of the stairwell, and there she was, standing with her dress lifted, her knees bent slightly, and her hand pulling her panties aside as she sprayed a stream of pee onto the carpet. She saw me and gasped, and she tried to stand up and let her dress fall back down, but she knew there was no mistaking the wet spot on the carpet or the few shiny droplets of pee on her thighs. Her face turned very red. "Oh, Elaine, umm… I was, umm… I'm sorry. I just… I really had to go, and the bathroom is all the way downstairs, and… I'm sorry." I held up a hand and assured her that no apologies were necessary.

"I understand," I said. "This building is so big, and it's like a maze, and there are only so many bathrooms."

"Exactly!" she said. "Which I think is why we find some many wet spots in this place." We both laughed. Then she grabbed her crotch and gasped.

"You still need to pee, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Do you mind?"

"As long as you don't mind if I join you." She said she didn't mind, and we were both about to pee right there in the corner near the stairwell when we heard footsteps and voices coming up the stairs. We quickly shuffled down the hall and stepped behind one of the shelves just as the door opened. Two guys stepped into the hall and walked over to the row of study cubicles, chatting about their Economics professor. One of them pulled out his laptop, and it was obvious they were going to be there for a while.

"Elaine," my coworker whispered, "I don't think I can hold it any longer. I've already squirted a few times just standing here."

"Well," I said, "since your panties are already wet, you might as well just go." And as if to show her exactly what I meant, I slid my sandals off and then stood still and sighed as I emptied my bladder and just let it run down my legs.

"Okay, yeah, I can't hold it anymore," she said, and she squatted close to the floor. I could see the obvious wet stain on the crotch of her pink panties get instantly darker as she soaked them with her pee. It dribbled quickly but quietly to the carpet. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in an expression of relief. "Oh my god, that feels so much better," she said, perhaps a little too loudly. I glanced at the two guys as my flow started to ease. They did not seem to notice us at all. When she finally finished peeing, she stood up, and we quickly left out the other end of the third floor hallway.

We walked down to the bathrooms downstairs. We both went into a stall, and I grabbed some toilet paper to wipe off my damp legs and around my crotch. "My panties are soaked," she said. "Oh well, no point in worrying about it now." There were a few seconds of silence, and then I heard a hissing sound and the familiar sound of tinkling. I deduced that she must have been peeing through her panties into the toilet. She sighed, and then she admitted to me that this wasn't her first time peeing in the library. I confessed that I had seen her in the archives and that I had also peed in a few places myself. She laughed. "It's good to know I'm not some weird, disgusting freak or anything," she said. Much like myself, she started after finding wet spots in various places in the library and then having to pee badly but not wanting to bother to walk all the way downstairs to the restrooms. I shared with her a few of my own experiences (other than my few more pleasurable wettings at home).

We became good friends after that, as well as accomplices in our secret wetting experiences and sightings. She came to me one day and told me of a dark haired young man whom she had seen take out his penis and spray his pee behind one of the shelves on the second floor. About a week later, I shared with her that I had spotted a blonde girl squatting in a corner on the third floor, her pee splashing out of her in a messy stream that created an impressive puddle on the carpet.

About a month later, we were both shelving books on the top floor. The library had closed for the day, but we still had an hour left of our shift. I looked at her, and she was squirming a bit as she handed me another book from the cart.

"Everything okay?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what was wrong. 

"I need to pee," she said. She was grinning and looking around as she grabbed her crotch. 

"Well, we're closed, so there's not going to be anyone coming up here," I said.

"I know," she said, "which is why I'm thinking." She gasped and then stood straight. "Ooh, I'd better think fast, though." She scanned the area again and smiled as her gaze led to the lounge area near the shelves.

"You're not," I said, genuinely surprised. 

"I am," she said, grinning. She walked carefully to the lounge, and I reluctantly followed. In spite of everything I had witnessed, I wasn't sure how I felt about this. But I watched her as she walked to the sofa, which had soft brown cushions, and started to lift the back of her dress. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," she said. She turned around and placed her bottom on the cushion. "I'm just going to leave my panties on. I don't really want to put my bare ass on a cushion that hundreds of strangers sit on. They're already wet anyway."

"They stay wet," I said, laughing. I knew this because mine did, as well.

"Oh god, here it comes," she said, and seconds later she gasped, and I could hear the hissing and dribbling as she sat there and peed into the sofa cushion. I couldn't see anything because of her dress and because the cushion must have absorbed every drop. "Ohhh, wow, this feels really good. It's so warm. Mmm." She gasped again, and I could still hear it hissing out of her. "Ohhh, god, Elaine, you have to try this." Despite my hesitation to damage the furniture, I'll admit I did envy her look of pleasure. Soon, she was finished. She stood up and shook her hips as small droplets fell from her. Then she just turned around and flipped the cushion over. There were no signs of her wetting at all, not even a spot. "There," she said, "nobody will even know."

I knew I had to try it now after seeing how easy it was to hide the evidence. "Okay, I'll do it," I said. She clapped as I walked over to the chair that matched the sofa. It was covered with the same color cushions and could be flipped over, as well. I turned and lifted the back of my skirt and sat down. Unlike my coworker, though, I decided I wanted to watch as I wet myself in this chair. I relaxed and spread my legs just enough to see my panty covered crotch. Then I sighed. "Here it comes," I said. I breathed out as a steady stream of pee soaked the crotch of my panties and dribbled into the cushion between my legs. It absorbed quickly, but I could still feel it's warmth as it pooled at my crotch and soaked back towards my bottom. I watched it spray through my panties, and I could not help but reach down and pull them aside as my stream grew stronger and hissed messily into the seat cushion. "Ohhhhh, my god, you were right," I said as I continued peeing, watching it and listening to it dribble into the seat cushion. With the tip of my finger, I just barely touched my clitoris and gasped. I bit my lip as I had a small orgasm while still peeing. I don't know if my coworker noticed, and I didn't care. I just sighed and enjoyed the naughty pleasure of peeing right there into the lounge furniture. My flow finally eased to a dribble and then stopped. I sat there for a moment, enjoying the warmth under me, before I stood up, shook the droplets of pee from my bottom, and then flipped the seat cushion over. Again, there was no sign of any wet spots at all.

My coworker and I continued to be friends until she quit after finishing her Masters degree. We kept in touch, though, and we have even gone out for drinks. Maybe another time I'll tell you stories of other wetting adventures we had together.
 

Elaine

[wetwulf 3,322]

15 hours ago, hentaixt said:

Ladies are you tired?
Bored with your routine?

Husband not treating you right?

Come down to the GOLDEN GODDESS!

You will be treated like an empress and bathe you in GOLD! Our dedicated staff of sixty(More Coming Soon!) young maidens will stand and deliver the streams you deserve. Our girls have a strict diet to follow, assuring you have the best liquid gold, straight from the source, from the loveliest sexy ladies. If at any point you are unhappy with the flavor / color / scent, you can swap with no additional charge.
We have several packages to suit you decadent desires. Choose from:
 

Golden Shower (Choose your length to shower; we provide three options in 5, 12, or 20 jets):
Our specially designed shower station allows you the view from below with enough flow to wash away the stress of the day.

 

Lady Bathory (Soak to your hearts content in basin for one):

Filled to the brim with girlish glee... treat yourself like a queen in a tub full of pee. Kept to the perfect body warmed temperature by in ground heating, some of our girls will stop in periodically to give the water a refresh. (Due to popularity this has been restricted to sessions of no more than 30 minute, sorry!)
 

SoapLand Spa (For those wanting a more "personal" touch. One, Two, or Three girl packages available):
Get a full body massage with our specially made Activated Oils. We have soothing, warming, relaxing, and arousal formulas as selections. Our trained masseuses will rub all the right ways.

 

Deluxe Deluge (Our high-end opulence suite)

You will be given a private room where you will enjoy all we have to offer, A SoapLand Spa massage, followed by a 20 jet Golden Shower, and full hour long Lady Bathory soak. Choose one of our girls to be your personal assist, they will fulfill your EVERY request.

When you are done with your session don a complimentary bathrobe and relax with other clients in the From the Tap Juice Bar. Run by the staff, you can order a drink specially made for you. Pick any employee on-duty, from the receptionist to the owner, they will be happy to stop by and give a full glass and sometimes even make it a double for free!

 

Make your reservation today!!!

(Spaces are limited and we are often booked for days in advance.)

[The Golden Goddess is a "Ladies ONLY" establishment. We are run by women / for women with discerning tastes in personal care.]

I found a photo to go with this ad! 😁

 

[hentaixt 1,580]

11 hours ago, wetwulf said:

I found a photo to go with this ad! 😁

 

Clearly you did not read the advertisement carefully... "Our dedicated staff of sixty(More Coming Soon!) young maidens..." Also The Fine Print:
[The Golden Goddess is a "Ladies ONLY" establishment. We are run by women / for women with discerning tastes in personal care.]
I found the PROPER IMAGE to go with the listing (and uncensored).

Edited June 8, 2020 by hentaixt

[hentaixt 1,580]

On 6/6/2020 at 11:37 PM, steve25805 said:

That was awesome and highly imaginative.

I love the concept of such an ad in Wet Carpet magazine.

Nice one.

I've tried with most my posts to inject some original ideas into the mix. At this point I was actually hoping to inspire some of the other writers here to "run with it" so to speak. They can post stories about finding 1 in their town and visiting either not knowing at 1st or fully aware, maybe a story about working at a location and the super horny clients that come in for service, or even rude customers that got what they deserved.

Also @wetwulf, that reply was all in jest... When I wrote it up I was thinking about a "Golden Gods Parlor" as well. "A Place where our fellows will clean you outside (or inside!), leaving you with a Radiant Golden Glow."

^_^_^_^ ^<^

Edited June 8, 2020 by hentaixt

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I have received several really sweet messages from many of your members, and some have asked for me to share more about the impact my wettings at the library have had on my personal life. As I have shared before, I have taken the pleasures of wetting myself home with me, as well, and not limited it to only the library. I can share more with you.

For starters, the discretion of secretly wetting myself without getting caught has afforded me some public wetting opportunities. For example, I was clothes shopping at the mall a while back, and as I perused one of the racks of dresses, I felt a little pressure in my bladder. Nothing serious, but enough to let me know I needed to go soon. But I ignored it and kept shopping. I found a very cute black and ocean blue skirt that would go well with a top I had at home. Then the wave of pressure hit again. I was wearing a short black skirt that reached just above my knees and a white top with some artsy looking designs on them. I looked around the store and noticed a few things: I was the only customer in the store, the checkout counter was at the other end with only one employee working, and the floor was a charcoal gray color. I might be able to get away with letting some of my pee flow down my legs to the carpet. So I stood at the far end of the clothes rack, sighed, and released some of the pressure, feeling the warmth of my pee as it soaked my panties and dribbled down my legs. I cut it off and stepped around to the side of the rack. I grabbed another cute black skirt (I've been partial to black for obvious reasons), and I let a little more go, again feeling my crotch get warm and wet and the soothing feeling of pee trickling against my inner thighs and down my legs. I didn't mind that it was also getting my shoes wet because I had worn a pair of black flats, so my pee just dropped off of them and to the floor. I cut my flow off again as I had an idea.

I carried the two skirts over to the changing rooms. They were unlocked, so I did not need to get help from an employee, which was good because I didn't want to call attention to myself. As I entered the dressing room, my smile grew as I realized the carpet was the same dark color. I didn't really need to try on the new skirts because I knew they would fit. I had other reasons for being here. I sat on the bench, which had a cushion that matched the carpet. I scooted to the edge of the bench and, without even bothering to move my skirt out of the way, sighed as I let go completely. Immediately my panties filled with warm pee, and I could feel some of it soak into the edge of the cushion before dripping softly to the carpet between my legs. I watched it flow out of me and down to the floor, some of it dripping down the front of the bench, creating a barely noticeable puddle. It was over too soon, though. I stood up and swiped at the wet spot with my foot. Now it was barely visible, especially to someone who wasn't looking for it. I grabbed the two skirts and walked to checkout. No one seemed to notice the wet spot that was undoubtedly present on the bottom of my skirt.

Later, after also visiting the book store (where I stayed dry) and picking up a few books I was eating lunch in the food court. I deliberately selected a seat next to the water fountain for two reasons: the soothing sounds of splashing water (which coincidentally make me have to pee) and the fact that the floor next to it is often wet with splashes from the fountain. As I sat eating and flipping through a book, I felt the need to pee again. Remembering that my skirt was already wet, I looked around to make sure no one was looking directly at me. Seeing that it was clear, I went back to my book as I parted my legs just enough to comfortably relax and let my pee out. I felt it soak my panties and warm my inner thighs and crotch before dribbling through my seat and to the already wet floor. I let go completely this was, licking my lips to keep from moaning at the pleasure. It was a quick hard pee, less than 30 seconds, but it was enough that I felt a tingle in my crotch as it splashed my clitoris.

Another time, as the mall became more crowded I actually tried visiting the bathrooms even though I was wet already. But, as usual, the women's restroom had a line that reached out into the hallway. So I walked a little further down and found a stairway near one of the exits. There was a pipe running down the wall in the corner that must have had a leak because there was a big puddle beneath it and a river running down towards the steps. I looked down the stairs and out the window of the door I came in through to make sure it was clear. I stepped back close to the pipe, spread my legs, and let my pee go again. This time it fell from between my legs in a steady stream that mixed with the puddle in the floor and followed the trail of wetness down the steps. I didn't have much, but it was enough to feel relief. 

When it was time to leave, I walked out to my car thinking about all of my secret wettings that day. I had parked in the upper level of the parking garage where only a few other cars were parked. There was no one parked next to me. I tossed my bags in the back seat, opened my door, and got in. Once in, I felt this wave of erotic desire as I thought about my day. I scooted my bottom to the edge of my seat and reached between my legs to slide my panties aside and rub myself. I rubbed my already wet slit and teased my clitoris. I gasped as I continued this for about a minute before I felt my climax building. I rubbed and teased until I was bucking my hips and gasping as I orgasmed right there in my car. When I finished, I felt I needed to pee again. I opened my passenger door and realized there was still no one nearby. I draped my legs out of my car door, pulled my panties aside, and sprayed a hot stream of pee out onto the garage pavement. I watched it as it splattered loudly onto the concrete and created a river that flowed down towards other parked cars. My flow finally ended, and I closed my door and smiled as I started my car and drove home.

If I keep getting the love from readers that I have been receiving lately, there will be more stories.

Elaine
 

Edited June 9, 2020 by wetwulf

[Ms. Tito 2,380]

On 6/6/2020 at 10:39 PM, hentaixt said:

Ladies are you tired?
Bored with your routine?

Husband not treating you right?

Come down to the GOLDEN GODDESS!

You will be treated like an empress and bathe you in GOLD! Our dedicated staff of sixty(More Coming Soon!) young maidens will stand and deliver the streams you deserve. Our girls have a strict diet to follow, assuring you have the best liquid gold, straight from the source, from the loveliest sexy ladies. If at any point you are unhappy with the flavor / color / scent, you can swap with no additional charge.
We have several packages to suit you decadent desires. Choose from:
 

Golden Shower (Choose your length to shower; we provide three options in 5, 12, or 20 jets):
Our specially designed shower station allows you the view from below with enough flow to wash away the stress of the day.

 

Lady Bathory (Soak to your hearts content in basin for one):

Filled to the brim with girlish glee... treat yourself like a queen in a tub full of pee. Kept to the perfect body warmed temperature by in ground heating, some of our girls will stop in periodically to give the water a refresh. (Due to popularity this has been restricted to sessions of no more than 30 minute, sorry!)
 

SoapLand Spa (For those wanting a more "personal" touch. One, Two, or Three girl packages available):
Get a full body massage with our specially made Activated Oils. We have soothing, warming, relaxing, and arousal formulas as selections. Our trained masseuses will rub all the right ways.

 

Deluxe Deluge (Our high-end opulence suite)

You will be given a private room where you will enjoy all we have to offer, A SoapLand Spa massage, followed by a 20 jet Golden Shower, and full hour long Lady Bathory soak. Choose one of our girls to be your personal assist, they will fulfill your EVERY request.

When you are done with your session don a complimentary bathrobe and relax with other clients in the From the Tap Juice Bar. Run by the staff, you can order a drink specially made for you. Pick any employee on-duty, from the receptionist to the owner, they will be happy to stop by and give a full glass and sometimes even make it a double for free!

 

Make your reservation today!!!

(Spaces are limited and we are often booked for days in advance.)

[The Golden Goddess is a "Ladies ONLY" establishment. We are run by women / for women with discerning tastes in personal care.]

By ladies only do you mean cis ladies only?

[hentaixt 1,580]

I debated for some time on just ignoring your reply... but I've decided that wasn't very polite.

I want you to understand I don't like breaking 4th wall in this thread, the whole thing's about the "Penthouse forum" style fantasy.

I also don't want to start a conversation that could potential turn into something more heated or worse.

So the diplomatic answer I will give your question is this:
The story / article is written from a lesbian perspective as are almost all things I write.

Edited June 17, 2020 by hentaixt

[steve25805 125,811]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a top end call girl. I go by the professional name of Cindy Golden. I chose that name not only because of my flowing golden blonde hair but also to advertise to those in the know that I am into "golden" fun. I find I can charge much higher fees for such services. You see, for those who have money, there is almost nothing they will not pay for a golden shower or any other type of pissing fun. And I am quite happy to be pissed on myself for the right price. I kind of enjoy it and always have. One of my first sexual experiences involved letting some boy that I fancied pee on me in the bath. And during my formative years I was into pissing here and there. I always got an erotic buzz out of - for example - squatting and pissing on the carpet beside my bed instead of going to the toilet. Had to be careful not to do it too often lest it was discovered. So you see, I have always been a pee freak, your archetypical dirty bitch who'll gleefully piss anywhere. And I make good money out of it because I am a good looker who can put on all the sexy moves. 

I'll show you a pic so you can judge for yourselves. This is me....

I subscribe to a number of sexually orientated magazines - I am a true professional who loves her work - but Wet Carpet magazine is my favourite. I love many of the pics and true confessions. So have decided to contribute one of my own. 

I've had many clients into the whole watersports thing. Mostly guys wanting to be peed on in the bath or the shower, or wanting to pee on me. Have had a few husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend teams who both paid for the pleasure of pissing on me. I'm bi anyway, so am quite happy to be peed on by other girls. I remember one middle aged wife had me squat and pee on her face. That was fun, especially when I found myself pissing in her opened mouth. She seemed to enjoy drinking my piss. A very erotic moment.

For the right price I have had men and women pee in my face before, though only people very special to me in my personal life ever get to pee in my mouth. I won't drink piss for just anyone, no matter what the price. But I will do it for someone special. But if anyone wants to drink my piss, they are welcome as part of the deal. It is very erotic to be standing or squatting over someone's face and pissing in their mouth, especially when they are drinking it.

I guess the wildest watersports session I have ever been hired for - and it was very lucrative - was the time this coked up bunch of rich men and women at some party in a mansion hired me to spend the entire evening being pissed on whenever they felt like it. I guess those present ranged in age from early 20s to early 50s and there must have been a couple of dozen coked up men and women also quaffing copious amounts of champagne. I spent the entire evening naked beside the pool - it was a hot summer's evening - getting frequently pissed all over by all these men and ladies.

But some of my weirdest and in some ways most enjoyable clients, do not want golden showers at all. Some don't even want sex. These are the ones into so called naughty pissing. Basically they pay me to join them in their hotel room - or even their own home - and just piss everywhere with total abandon. I love doing it. And I am never the one who has to worry about the mess. 

Only last week some rich dude in his 40s hired me to christen his new penthouse apartment. I drank plenty of soft drinks before going round - always best to arrive with a full bladder for such occasions - and also popped a diuretic, basically a pill that makes you pee a lot, as is my custom. His apartment was fully carpeted throughout, with a big glass coffee table surrounded by some plush leather sofas and armchairs in the living room area. The plush carpet was cream in colour and any stains would clearly show, but he didn't seem bothered. Basically he just gave me carte blanche to piss anywhere I felt like, and urged me to be inventive. I didn't have to squat like a lady necessarily. But he wanted me naked, and wanted to take pics for his personal collection. I generally charge a lot more for allowing that but he was happy enough to pay. I guess there is always the danger of them appearing on some porn site but I make it clear that if I ever spot them, I'll no longer be available for their services. Then again, if they do ever pop up on a porn site, I guess it is at least free advertising, lol.

Anyway, I digress. I arrived needing to pee so was quite soon undressing. I like to make my disrobings themselves something of an erotic experience for my clients with all the right moves. They seem to enjoy it. Then I stood naked in front of one of the sofas, between it and the coffee table, with my legs apart and my hands on hips, and let loose. I am something of a loud hisser when desperate, which I am told often adds to the eroticism. And indeed the hiss of my relief filled the room as my piss started splashing down on that cream carpet. It was a highly erotic moment, me standing there naked and pissing on some guy's carpet right in front of him. As my piss gushed down, jetting slightly forward, it was forming a growing puddle on that plush carpet. And as the centre of it grew saturated, the sound of it splashing down grew louder. Then - an added touch and something I like to do when performing a standing piss - I swayed my hips slowly and sensuously in order to spray a larger area of the carpet. My client had a massive bulge in his trousers, lol.

By the time I was done there was a satisfyingly large wet patch on the carpet. And to be able to just step away and leave it there added to the buzz. 

But I'd been hired for the evening, not just for a quick piss as sometimes happens. We cracked open a bottle of champagne as he cooked dinner - a gorgeously delicious steak with mushrooms and onions and potatoes. During this we chatted in the kitchen area, then retired to the dining area to eat. All the while we chatted about his business, politics, art, and other things that interested him. I am hired as much for my intelligent conversation as I am for any eroticism you see. 

By the time we'd eaten, I badly needed another piss. So I had the naughtiest idea. I climbed up onto that glass dining table and popped a squat. And started pissing there. Amusingly yet erotically my client got down under the table so he could watch me pissing on it from below. My piss sprayed down onto the surface and flowed around our now empty plates. Soon it was pouring off the side onto the plush cream carpet below. It was incredibly erotic. Most of the glass surface was covered in a lake of piss by the time I was done. My own bare feet were surrounded by piss and quite wet as I was in the end effectively squatting in my own piss. It was brilliant.

We then retired to his living room area sofa - the one I'd earlier pissed in front of - where we chatted some more. His hyper intelligent conversation seemed rather incongruous as I sat there totally naked in front of a pissed on carpet. But such are the weird situations a call girl can find herself in.

When I had to pee again, I decided to treat him to another of my naughty specialities. I went and stood facing the wall as he stood watching from the side, parted my legs and thrust my hips forward. And promptly started to enjoy a nice long piss against his wall, swinging my hips to spray as much of it as possible. My piss was ruining his expensive wallpaper, before flowing down the wall and over the skirting board onto the carpet. Far from objecting he was actually enjoying the show. I knew he would. I am good at reading my clients. And this one clearly got off on having his place piss vandalised by a beautiful lady. It was what he wanted. By the time I was done not only was that patch of wallpapered wall ruined with piss, but there was yet another large puddle on the carpet at it's base.

We chatted some more and I eventually had time for one more piss before leaving. This time I stood naked in his kitchen area and peed all over the tiled floor. The sound of it cascading down was utterly thrilling. I did my usual thing of swinging my hips from side to side to piss over as much of the floor as possible. The floor was covered in piss by the time I was done. As an added little touch I then stepped forward to paddle in it. He seemed to like that.

Eventually I got dressed and left, several thousand pounds richer. Wealthy clients pay me good money for doing such things. I love it. 

I often wonder whether such clients have a plan in place for a major clean up or whether they just plan to leave it there, a pissy smelling reminder of my visit. In at least one other case I know it was the latter. Some guy hired me to piss all over his bedroom carpet. A week or so later, he hired me to do it again. The room was still smelling of piss from my earlier visit. He told me he likes it that way as it serves as a constant reminder. He is one of my regulars who periodically hires me to piss on his bedroom carpet. The room has an almost permanent pissy aroma, thrilling me with the knowledge of earlier pissings.

It is not always guys who hire me either, though the vast majority are. About 6 months back these two rich middle aged lesbians hired me for some pissing fun in their living room. They had a fantasy about doing it there with total abandon. Basically they wanted to piss all over me on the carpeted living room floor. The money was good so I was happy to let them. They both stood naked, spraying their piss all over me and the carpet. They then encouraged me to squat and piss on the carpet myself as they masturbated to orgasm. Was nice.

Another time this husband and wife duo in their 30s hired me because they wanted to take artistic pics of me pissing on a table. Well I got to make good money and got to enjoy pissing on a table, so why not?

I love my work. The perfect combination of business with pleasure. I suspect part of the reason I am so popular is because I am genuinely into it and not just going through the motions for the money.

Anyway, will leave it there for now. I might post another letter with more confessions at some point, though no promises. Am a busy girl.

Hope you all loved this.

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On 5/29/2020 at 10:38 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet, 

By request, I have decided to write to you again about some of the wettings I have seen in our university library in my 20 plus years working there. 

Let me begin by sharing how seeing all of these wettings changed my habits, as well. As I mentioned before, there were a few moments when I was bold enough to wet the carpet in several areas of the library. Over time, I just began to see how practical it could be when I was shelving books to just look and make sure no one was around and just pee right there on the carpet. I always wore dresses or skirts, so most of the time I would just stand with my feet slightly apart and let a quick dribble out onto the floor. There was one time, though, I heard someone coming down the steps to the tier where I was working, but I had been really desperate and could not hold it for long. I put my legs together, and while the person entered the stacks just a few rows down from me, I couldn't hold on, so I slipped off my shoes and I just let it go as quietly as I could down my legs. I really loved the feeling of my warm pee soaking my panties and then flowing down my legs. I stifled a sigh as I let it all go this way, feeling it pool at my feet, as well.

I once saw another young lady pee in a similar way at our library. I watched her as she looked around (the common sign that someone is about to discretely wet our carpet or themselves), and then she stepped back against one of the back walls. She hiked her skirt up, and I thought maybe she was going to squirt her pee back against the wall much like I had seen another young lady do before. But this young lady actually pressed her behind against the wall, and seconds later I heard her sigh and could actually see her strong flow of pee as it flowed down her legs and down the wall behind her.

I also witnessed two young women copulating in one of the study rooms. I thought I was alone on the second floor until I heard a distinct moaning sound coming from one of the study rooms. I approached it carefully from a side angle and peeked in. A young brunette was sitting in the cushioned chair with her skirt hiked up and her legs spread, and another girl with beautiful mocha colored skin and curly dark hair was knelt in front of her with her face buried between the girl's legs. Then as I watched, the curly haired girl sat up, and nodded as the brunette started to pee right there. Some of it dribbled onto the seat cushion, but as her flow increased it dribbled onto the carpet. The curly haired girl knelt down again and resumed her spot between the brunette's legs.

I have witnessed a few young men peeing, as well, but these actually bore me because it's generally the same routine. Young man has to pee, looks around, steps up to a wall or corner, whips out his penis and pees. Then he's done. That's usually it. Sure, some of them had very nice looking penises, but the actually settings were just kind of average compared to some of the women.

Take, for instance, the young woman who I caught in the stairwell. I was standing right at the door, about to open it, when I spotted her through the window. She was sitting at the top of the steps, leggings and panties pulled down, and was spraying a messy stream down the steps. My foot bumped the door, and she jumped up quickly, but then I could see a dark rivulet of pee trickle down her legs as she ran out the top stairway door. I actually spotted her again later sitting at one of the sofas in a lounge area near the back of the front lobby. I watched her closely without being noticed, and I could even see the wet spot on her tights. I noticed she was getting fidgety and had her legs tightly together, so it was clear she still needed to pee. As I watched her, I saw the crotch of her tights glisten and she stopped fidgeting. Luckily for her, both her tights and the sofa cushions were dark, so her wetting might go unnoticed by someone who wasn't looking for it (like me).

All these sightings and settings transformed my own habits, as I said. I peed in various places in the library when I found the chance, and I also started wetting at home. After my first few wettings at the library, I went home after a long day and needed to pee. My panties were still damp from dribbling in them during one of my discrete pees when I thought I heard someone and pulled my panties up even though I wasn't quite finished. I live alone, so I unlocked my apartment and stepped into the little hallway between my front door and my living room. I shut my front door, and as I felt a wave of pressure in my bladder, I didn't stop it. I just stood there and emptied my bladder. It sprayed out in a strong stream that hissed and soaked my panties and even the front of my skirt and it flowed out of me and splashed onto the tile floor next to my front door. I moaned as my flow ended, and then I reached between my legs and slipped my fingers in and it didn't take long before I was screaming out as I orgasmed.

Later, as I was sitting on my couch in my nightgown enjoying a good book and a cup of tea, I had to pee again. I looked down at the floor of my apartment, which was mostly linoleum except for a few rugs that I had bought. One of those rugs was a dark brown. I contemplated until another small wave of pressure hit my bladder. I reached my foot out and scooted the rug closer to the couch. Then I took my panties off completely and hiked my gown up as I knelt on the floor next to my couch with the rug right beneath me. I breathed out and my pee dribbled out of me and dropped quietly onto the rug. I squatted further until my bare pussy was right against the soft fibers of the rug and then peed more. I could feel the warmth of my pee as it sprayed into the rug, making the fabric darker. I lowered myself down until I was sitting directly on the rug and then extended my legs in front of me. I breathed out again and completely let go. I gasped at both the feeling and the sight of my pee as it sprayed messily out of me and all over my thighs and the rug. I could not help but touch myself while still peeing, feeling the warm trickle all over my fingertips as I rubbed until I was bucking my hips and crying out, still dribbling pee.

And later that night, I awoke needing to pee. I thought about crawling out of bed and squatting right on the floor next to my bed, but I was so exhausted that even that seemed like too much effort. I finally decided that I couldn't be bothered to even move, and as the pressure in my bladder grew and grew, I didn't bother stopping it. I was laying on my left side with my right leg extended just a bit when I felt the first dribble wet the sheets beneath me. I had left my panties off, so there was nothing to impede my flow from soaking my bed. I hesitated as another drop warmed the sheet, but it also felt so nice that I knew I would be wetting my bed. Another wave came, and this time I could hear it hissing out and feel it spraying against the sheet and spreading under me. I moaned and sighed as I just lay there and wet my bed. The next morning, I woke up and only felt a bit of regret at the damp spot on my sheets and mattress. But as I sat up and felt my usual morning need to pee, I thought, Might as well, and I just spread my legs and emptied my morning bladder into my bed. I rubbed myself again, and soon I was screaming and cumming, feeling my wet sheets under me.

Perhaps I will return and share more tales, but for now…

Elaine
 

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On 6/9/2020 at 2:22 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I have received several really sweet messages from many of your members, and some have asked for me to share more about the impact my wettings at the library have had on my personal life. As I have shared before, I have taken the pleasures of wetting myself home with me, as well, and not limited it to only the library. I can share more with you.

For starters, the discretion of secretly wetting myself without getting caught has afforded me some public wetting opportunities. For example, I was clothes shopping at the mall a while back, and as I perused one of the racks of dresses, I felt a little pressure in my bladder. Nothing serious, but enough to let me know I needed to go soon. But I ignored it and kept shopping. I found a very cute black and ocean blue skirt that would go well with a top I had at home. Then the wave of pressure hit again. I was wearing a short black skirt that reached just above my knees and a white top with some artsy looking designs on them. I looked around the store and noticed a few things: I was the only customer in the store, the checkout counter was at the other end with only one employee working, and the floor was a charcoal gray color. I might be able to get away with letting some of my pee flow down my legs to the carpet. So I stood at the far end of the clothes rack, sighed, and released some of the pressure, feeling the warmth of my pee as it soaked my panties and dribbled down my legs. I cut it off and stepped around to the side of the rack. I grabbed another cute black skirt (I've been partial to black for obvious reasons), and I let a little more go, again feeling my crotch get warm and wet and the soothing feeling of pee trickling against my inner thighs and down my legs. I didn't mind that it was also getting my shoes wet because I had worn a pair of black flats, so my pee just dropped off of them and to the floor. I cut my flow off again as I had an idea.

I carried the two skirts over to the changing rooms. They were unlocked, so I did not need to get help from an employee, which was good because I didn't want to call attention to myself. As I entered the dressing room, my smile grew as I realized the carpet was the same dark color. I didn't really need to try on the new skirts because I knew they would fit. I had other reasons for being here. I sat on the bench, which had a cushion that matched the carpet. I scooted to the edge of the bench and, without even bothering to move my skirt out of the way, sighed as I let go completely. Immediately my panties filled with warm pee, and I could feel some of it soak into the edge of the cushion before dripping softly to the carpet between my legs. I watched it flow out of me and down to the floor, some of it dripping down the front of the bench, creating a barely noticeable puddle. It was over too soon, though. I stood up and swiped at the wet spot with my foot. Now it was barely visible, especially to someone who wasn't looking for it. I grabbed the two skirts and walked to checkout. No one seemed to notice the wet spot that was undoubtedly present on the bottom of my skirt.

Later, after also visiting the book store (where I stayed dry) and picking up a few books I was eating lunch in the food court. I deliberately selected a seat next to the water fountain for two reasons: the soothing sounds of splashing water (which coincidentally make me have to pee) and the fact that the floor next to it is often wet with splashes from the fountain. As I sat eating and flipping through a book, I felt the need to pee again. Remembering that my skirt was already wet, I looked around to make sure no one was looking directly at me. Seeing that it was clear, I went back to my book as I parted my legs just enough to comfortably relax and let my pee out. I felt it soak my panties and warm my inner thighs and crotch before dribbling through my seat and to the already wet floor. I let go completely this was, licking my lips to keep from moaning at the pleasure. It was a quick hard pee, less than 30 seconds, but it was enough that I felt a tingle in my crotch as it splashed my clitoris.

Another time, as the mall became more crowded I actually tried visiting the bathrooms even though I was wet already. But, as usual, the women's restroom had a line that reached out into the hallway. So I walked a little further down and found a stairway near one of the exits. There was a pipe running down the wall in the corner that must have had a leak because there was a big puddle beneath it and a river running down towards the steps. I looked down the stairs and out the window of the door I came in through to make sure it was clear. I stepped back close to the pipe, spread my legs, and let my pee go again. This time it fell from between my legs in a steady stream that mixed with the puddle in the floor and followed the trail of wetness down the steps. I didn't have much, but it was enough to feel relief. 

When it was time to leave, I walked out to my car thinking about all of my secret wettings that day. I had parked in the upper level of the parking garage where only a few other cars were parked. There was no one parked next to me. I tossed my bags in the back seat, opened my door, and got in. Once in, I felt this wave of erotic desire as I thought about my day. I scooted my bottom to the edge of my seat and reached between my legs to slide my panties aside and rub myself. I rubbed my already wet slit and teased my clitoris. I gasped as I continued this for about a minute before I felt my climax building. I rubbed and teased until I was bucking my hips and gasping as I orgasmed right there in my car. When I finished, I felt I needed to pee again. I opened my passenger door and realized there was still no one nearby. I draped my legs out of my car door, pulled my panties aside, and sprayed a hot stream of pee out onto the garage pavement. I watched it as it splattered loudly onto the concrete and created a river that flowed down towards other parked cars. My flow finally ended, and I closed my door and smiled as I started my car and drove home.

If I keep getting the love from readers that I have been receiving lately, there will be more stories.

Elaine
 

Love this series of letters!  Can't wait to read more

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This is the next installment in Elaine's series of letters to Wet Carpet. It contains deliberate wetting, panty wetting, naughty wetting, and bed and furniture wetting, as well as masturbation.

Dear Wet Carpet,

Some readers have written to me and wanted to know more about me and my coworker, if we have had any other wetting experiences together outside of the library. As a matter of fact, we have. This story will be longer than my other ones because there is much to tell.

My coworker and I had the same day off and decided to have a girl's day out. I am single, but she is married and fortunately her husband and two sons were on a camping trip. So our plan was to do some shopping and then maybe see a movie, then get some drinks, and take a cab home.

Our first experience happened while we were shopping in a bookstore (yes, I know, two librarians who like to shop at bookstores). "I need to find the bathroom," my coworker said. I nodded, and she walked to the nearest employee, a young looking guy with sandy blonde hair. My coworker did not look happy when she returned. "He said they're out of order, something about the plumbing being screwed up." She squeezed her legs together, making it obvious she would need to figure something out soon. "Let's take a walk," she said. We walked outside and she led me around the corner to an alleyway beside the bookstore. "Can you watch for me?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. I peeked around, making sure no one was coming towards us and gave her a thumbs up. I glanced at her as she leaned her back against the wall, pulled at the waist of her tights and panties and pulled them to her thighs, then sunk into a half squat. Seconds later she was spraying the concrete with her pee, making a river that flowed along the broken pavement. "Whew, that's a relief," she said. She was peeing for a while as I kept looking around. Once I realized we were still clear, I decided to pee, as well. I had worn a dark skirt that reached my knees and no panties, so I just spread my legs a little and let it go, not caring that I could feel some of it spray the back of my skirt and drip on my shoes.

When my coworker finally stood up, she looked at me as I was still peeing and smiled. "Impressive," she said. I just smiled as I sprayed the last bit of my pee down my legs. When I finished, I turned my bottom towards her. "Can you see anything?" I asked.

"Nope," she said. Satisfied, we went back into the bookstore and finished shopping.

Our next stop was a local seafood restaurant that had indoor and outdoor seating. We chose the outdoor seating because it was a warm day, and there wasn't anyone else outside. The outdoor seating was located on a wooden deck with round umbrella tables and matching wooden deck chairs. Our server arrived with glasses of ice water and some biscuits seasoned with garlic. My coworker and I both ordered fish tacos and margaritas. By the time our food came, I was halfway through my margarita and starting to feel the need to pee.

"I'll need to pee soon," I said. I debated getting up to use the restroom, but I was also beginning to wonder about my coworker and how she felt about wetting, even though we had both taken advantage of various places in the library.

"Well… are you going to run to the bathroom, or…?" That "or" held so much meaning to it that I think my questions about her were answered.

"Honestly, I think… I'm just going to go here. My skirt is already wet from earlier, there's no one else out here, and I don't think it will show on this wood."

My coworker giggled, giving me final affirmation that she was into this. "Better do it soon before our server gets back," she said.

I sat up in my seat and scooted forward just a little. Without moving my skirt out of the way, I spread my legs and sighed as I let go. My pee sprayed out of me with a hiss and soaked through the back of my skirt and dropped through the wooden slats on the chair. I sighed again as my flow increased, and I could feel it spraying my inner thighs.

"I'm kind of jealous," my coworker said as she watched me. "That looks like it felt really good," she said.

"It does," I said as my flow started to ease. I saw our server open the door out onto the deck, so I pushed to force the last of my flow out of me with few loud spurts and then gave a quick glance at the wooden floor. There was no sign of my wetting other than my now damp skirt, which she would not be able to see.

Our server refilled our drinks and left the deck again. "Screw it," my coworker said. I wasn't sure what she meant until she sat up in her seat. "My tights are black, so what the hell." I saw her face change just a bit, and then I heard a hissing sound as she peed full force into her panties and leggings. "Ohhh, holy shit that feels good," she said. "Wow… mmmm." I could now hear it dripping onto the wooden floor, as my coworker tried her best to maintain her composure.

"Told you so," I said. As her flow dwindled, we both smiled and enjoyed the rest of our meal and drinks.

Next, we took a cab to the nearest movie theater. It was still only late afternoon, so there was barely anyone at the theater. We decided on a movie, bought our tickets, as well as a large diet soda and a medium popcorn each. We were pleased to see that we were apparently the only ones interested in seeing that movie because the auditorium was empty. After about thirty minutes, my bladder was feeling the effects of the margaritas from earlier as well as my diet soda. While still watching the movie, I scooted forward in my seat and spread my legs as I hiked my skirt up just enough to spray a warm stream of pee onto the floor. I could feel some of it soak into my skirt and the edge of my seat, but most of it pattered to the theater floor and flowed down to the row in front of us. When I finished, I sat back in my seat. I caught sight of my coworker's face, her mouth dropped open, but she was smiling.

A little later in the movie, my coworker elbowed me. I looked over, and she had spread her legs. I could just barely see the glisten between her legs as she soaked her panties, her leggings, and the seat under her. She closed her eyes as she gasped and then moaned as she obviously let it all go in her pants. I decided since she had soaked her seat and since my skirt had been wet all day to follow her lead. I sat back in my seat, my eyes on the movie screen, and I let go. I felt my warm pee soak my crotch and warm my thighs and could feel it soaking into my skirt and warming the seat under me. I understood then why my coworker had moaned. This felt incredible, both soothing and naughty, and I could not stifle my own gasps of pleasure. My pee ended too soon, though, and I glanced at my coworker, who was smiling.

After the movie, we took a cab to her house. She offered to let me stay over since her husband and sons were out of town. I was hesitant, but when she offered to make us more margaritas I agreed. Her house was average size but very well kept and nearly spotless inside. She led me to the living room where there was a couch, a recliner, a coffee table, and a dark brown shag rug. The floor was a glossy linoleum floor that resembled hardwood.

"Have a seat," she said. "I'll go make those margaritas." I sat on her couch, admiring her quaint and comfortable little home. I could hear sounds coming from down the hall from what I assume was the kitchen. I started to feel a familiar need to pee, but I decided to hold it for a little longer. Soon, my coworker walked in carrying two glasses. She must have noticed something about me because she paused. "Are you okay?" she asked as she handed me one of the glasses.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I said. "I just think maybe I need to pee before I start drinking again." I laughed, and she giggled, as well. "Where's your bathroom?" I asked.

"Well, actually," she said as she sat on the recliner. She paused, and I started to wonder if she was about to say what I thought she was about to say. "I was thinking… with everything that's happened…." I knew exactly what she meant by "everything" and I smiled as she continued. "My husband and sons won't be home for the rest of the week, so I can clean up before they come home." She stared at me, a look of reluctant excitement on her face.

"Um," I said, "I mean… it's your house, but… I don't know." Actually, I did know. I had wanted this since she invited me into her home.

"I'm serious," she said. "I might not get another chance to do something like this, and all those times at the library have had me fantasizing about peeing in naughty places in my own house. I've been able to sneak little moments like peeing on the bathroom floor or in the shower and a few times through my panties on the toilet, and I've peed on a pile of dirty laundry before putting them in the washer. But I was always nervous that my husband or one of my sons would catch me. But now, I don't have to worry about that." Then, to show me that she was serious, she scooted forward to the edge of the recliner, pulled her leggings and panties down to her thighs, and sighed as a strong spray of pee splashed out of her and onto the linoleum floor. I watched it as it created a messy puddle at her feet, and I felt another wave of pressure in my bladder. "It's okay," she said, smiling. "Go ahead."

I followed her lead and scooted to the edge of her couch, hiking my skirt up to reveal my bare bottom. Then I sighed and let go. A hot stream of pee fell from me and splashed loudly onto the floor. I could feel drops of it against my feet and legs, and soon the puddle spread to my feet and toes. I giggled as I moved my feet around, playing in the puddle and letting my stream hit my bare feet.

My coworker stopped peeing, then scooted forward until she was on her knees in front of the recliner. Her leggings and panties were still at her thighs, and she knelt there with her back and arms against the front of the recliner. Then she looked down as her pee started again, spraying messily all over her panties and leggings and dripping to the floor. She moaned as she emptied her bladder this way.

Not wanting to be outdone, I cut off my flow, as well, and scooted forward until my bare ass was sitting on the floor. Then, with my knees bent in front of me, I sighed and let the rest of my pee hiss and dribble out of me and puddle between my legs and at my butt. There wasn't much left, but it was enough to soothe my bottom with warmth and relieve my bladder.

After we finished, my coworker surprised me when she completely removed her tights and panties. She went and grabbed some towels, and we dropped them on the floor over our puddles. We finally sat down to enjoy our margaritas and we talked, about her family, about our favorite movies, about books we loved and hated. My coworker leaned forward and grabbed one of the thicker towels from the floor. I watched as she placed it under her on the recliner and then sat back in the recliner and relaxed. Seconds later a messy spray of pee splashed from between her legs and soaked into the towel under her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she sighed to show her pleasure. "Wow, this feels good," she said. "Mmm, oh my god." She moaned loud enough that I thought she was about to have an orgasm. "You should try this," she said as her pee became a dribble. I didn't have to pee yet, so I just smiled.

"Maybe later," I said. My coworker's pee flow finally ended, and she grabbed a corner of the towel and wiped at her crotch and inner thighs. Then she stood up, removed the towel, and we both smiled when we saw that there was not even a hit of a wet spot on the fabric of the recliner. She wiped at her bottom with the towel, tossed it in the floor, and sat back down.

We talked more, and eventually our conversation led to our first experience at the library. Then my coworker asked the question I was anxiously expecting: was the library my first experience with wetting in places I shouldn't. I confessed to her that it was not and spilled everything to her about my wettings outside of the library. She listened attentively and then shared her own stories of accidents, sneaky wettings behind her car or in alleyways like earlier, down her legs while wearing a dress or a skirt, and one very naughty wetting in a furniture store. "The bathrooms were out of order, and I couldn't hold it any longer, so I found a little corner behind a big sofa, hiked up my skirt, and peed right through my panties onto the carpet." She admitted that she thought about sitting in a chair or on one of the sofas and just letting it go that way, but she was sure she would get caught and couldn't afford to replace such expensive furniture.

As she talked, I finally felt the need to pee again, so I reached down and grabbed one of the towels from the floor. "Gotta go," I said. My coworker smiled at me as I folded the towel once and placed it on the couch. I sat down without adjusting my skirt, relaxed, and let go. A warm burst of pee sprayed my inner thighs and soaked into my skirt and the towel under me. She was right, this did feel amazing. "Oh my…," I said as my flow increased, hissing out of me and warming my bottom.

"I know, right?" my coworker said as she watched me. Then she slid off the recliner and went to her knees again in front of it. She lowered her bare bottom down onto the towel in front of the recliner and was soon spraying a quiet stream of pee into the towel, sighing as she did so. The warmth beneath me was so wonderful that I felt my clit becoming very sensitive as my warm pee dribbled over it. This made me a little nervous because I wasn't sure if I wanted to orgasm in front of my coworker.

I watched her as she stopped her flow again and then stood up. She kicked the towels out of the way until she was standing on the bare floor again. Once she finished this, she stood with her legs together and started to pee again, letting it spray between her thighs and dribble down her leg. What she did next eased all of my anxiety. She reached down and touched herself as she peed, and I could hear her gasp, a sharp intake of breath. "Oh my god this feels good," she said. "And… I don't have to… be quiet…" she said as she rubbed herself a little more vigorously, still dribbling pee all over her hand and down her legs.

I couldn't help it then. My pee had stopped, but my bottom was still deliciously warm and wet, so I reached into my skirt and rubbed my soaked and naked slit. It didn't take long for both of us to start moaning with pleasure. My coworker came first in a loud scream. "Ohhh yes, ohhh god! Mmm! Ahhh! Ahhh! OHHHHHHH!" A strong spray shot from between her legs, which started to buckle as she climaxed. She sank to her knees, still dripping pee onto the floor.

I gasped as my climax started, and I bucked my hips, feeling the wetness of my skirt rub against my bottom and my pussy as I rubbed at my slit. "Ohhh shit. Oh! Ohhhhh!" I rubbed harder until I finally orgasmed right there on my coworker's couch, feeling light squirts warm my crotch and bottom again. When I finished, I slumped back into the couch, feeling completely content and satisfied. 

As it got later, my coworker placed a blanket and pillows onto the couch for me, as well as a sleeping pad and a few blankets on the floor for herself. Since we had both just orgasmed in front of each other, there seemed to be no more shame as we decided to both sleep naked. We were pretty tired after the excitement of the day, and just as I thought it was over, I heard her sigh followed by a soft hissing. I looked down and she was laying on her back with her legs spread, and it was obvious that she was soaking the sleeping pad and the covers under her. "Mmm, now I'll sleep well," she said. I laughed. "If you have to pee, you can use a towel," she said. I kind of did have to pee, so I grabbed one of the towels from the floor and slid it under my bottom. Instead of laying on my back, though, I rolled over on my right side and stretched my left leg out in front of me. I relaxed and felt my pee dribble out of me and soak into the towel beneath me, soothing my pussy lips with that warmth I had come to love. It was a lot more than I expected, and I started to worry that it was going to soak through to the couch cushion. I cut off my flow.

"I think I need a new towel," I said. "It's soaking through."

"Don't worry about it," my coworker said, her voice sounding very sleepy.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll just give the couch a good scrub tomorrow."

"Okay," I said. "Ohhhh," I moaned as I let the rest of my pee go, feeling it soak the towel again. The feeling was so soothing that soon I was drifting off to sleep.

I awoke to a rustling sound late in the night, and I looked to see my coworker moving around on the floor. She had tossed her covers off and rolled over onto her stomach. As I watched she lifted her bottom up and sprayed a warm jet of pee into the blanket under her. Then she stopped and rolled over onto her side with her leg stretched out, much like I had done earlier, and sighed as she started peeing again.

I was laying on my back as I watched her, and I could feel the cool dampness of the towel under me. I was also too tired to move as I felt my own pee begin to dribble out of me. I had a moment when I worried that the towel might not be completely under me, but it was too late as my pee flowed out of me, soaking the couch between my legs.

Sunlight peeking through curtains woke me up the next morning. I looked down and saw that my coworker was still asleep, wrapped comfortably into her covers. I knew they must have been soaked, but clearly she didn't mind. My fears about the couch were fully realized as I sat up and saw the unmistakable wet spot on the cushion beneath me. I said my coworker's name a few times until she finally groaned and opened her eyes.

"I kind of soaked your couch last night," I said. She laughed. 

"I told you, it's okay. Do you know how many things my sons have spilled on that couch? I have a cleaner that will get it right out, don't worry." She sat up and tossed her covers off of her. "Geez, I really soaked these blankets." I could see several sizable wet spots and obvious puddles on both the sleeping mat and the floor. She looked up at me. "How did it feel peeing on the couch?" she asked.

"Good. I was kind of half asleep, but what I remember felt great." I sat up so she could see the damp patch just at the edge of the center cushion and on part of the cushion at the end.

"I think I might…" She sat there for a moment looking at the couch, and then stood up. "Yeah, screw it, I really have to pee, and it's already wet, so…." I laughed as she sat at the other end of the couch. I took the hint and stood up to allow her to lay back and stretch her legs across the couch. "Okay, here it comes. Ohhh." Right away a messy stream of pee sprayed out of her and dribbled into her couch cushion. "Mmm, ohhh shit this feels so naughty." Her flow increased as she sat up just enough to watch it splash into the material and soak in, creating an even bigger wet spot.

As I watched her, I felt my own morning pee announcing its need, so I sat on the other end of the couch at her feet, still watching her closely and enjoying the feel of the fabric against my bare ass and pussy. I sat back and relaxed as I peed directly into the cushion beneath me, moaning at the warm feeling under me.

My coworker's pee had stopped, but now she was rubbing herself again, and I leaned forward as I was peeing full force into the couch, feeling it swirl around my clit and warm my bottom. As she started to gasp and moan, I felt my own orgasm building and soon we were both crying out loudly this time as she rubbed herself and I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my bare pussy against the soaking wet couch cushion. We both relaxed after our very satisfying orgasms and smiled at each other. 

Work was never the same after that, and I mean that in the best of ways. Perhaps I will return with more stories soon.

Elaine

Edited June 24, 2020 by wetwulf

[nikolajolsen 769]

So naughty and nice stories. I hope they might be followed up with a few pictures or videos too ;-)

[somedood123 398]

Hello fellow carpet pissers!
I'm Becca, a college girl in my early 20s who also happens to be lesbian, and I have a bit of a thing for pissing! I enjoy taking a piss where you're not really supposed to do it! It gives me quite a rush to let my stream out somewhere, knowing said place really isn't a place people would approve of pissing in! Also the risk factor of possibly getting caught. It's such a rush! I also tend to drink a lot of water throughout the day, so my piss is always clear and doesn't have any smell. As for pissing where you're not supposed to? Don't get me wrong, I don't do it just because it's thrilling. Sometimes the bathroom is just too damn far away so why bother making the trip if I can just piss where I am? And I can. You don't have to be a guy to piss in all sorts of places as some girls seem to think. Really, you have a vagina, you have a full bladder - what's stopping you? You can piss wherever you want! Go ahead!

Like, let's say I'm going to or from my car in the mall's parking garage... If I gotta go there's no way I'm waiting and walking all the way to the gross mall bathrooms. No! I'm going in the stairwell or behind my car, but mostly the stairwell! And it's not like I'm the first girl to piss on those stairs. It's pretty common to see a puddle and sometimes even a discarded tissue in there. One time I even almost caught two other girls doing it. I entered just to see the backside of a brunette turn around the corner leading up to the next set of stairs.
"Hurry hurry", a giggling voice said and I heard footsteps quickly moving away upwards.
On the floor near the corner under the stairs were two puddles. It was obvious that they were fresh as they were still kind of "settling in" and had a few rivers trailing to the side along the wall. There were also two tissues in each puddle, still soaking up the liquid. Obviously two girls had just taken a piss here!
Well I sure wouldn't want to waste any time and a moment later, a third puddle was coming into form! Bet they didn't think that's what was gonna happen when they heard the door open as they were running up the stairs! I didn't wipe, though. Rarely do. I'm not a big fan of hair down there and I love getting my pussy eaten, so I keep it completely bare pretty much always. Another bonus is that there's no hair for drops of piss to get stuck in, so taking a piss is as simple as finding a good spot and letting it flow. And there are countless good spots! A quick shake later and I'm good to go! It's handy with all the places I piss in, as I can be done fast. I may write a few more stories in the future as my list is pretty long!

Or let's say I make it into the mall and I'm shopping for some clothes. I'm in the fitting room trying them on and oh, I actually need a piss. And I'm already in a private room so what's stopping me from just popping a squat and letting it go on the carpet? I've done that more times than i can remember. I know I'm not the only one as one time I did discover a damp spot in a fitting room with a very absorbent carpet. I suppose it could have been someone spilling water, but it was kinda a bit under the bench in the room so I don't see what else it could be if not piss.
But for now, here's a story of something I experienced last year.

I had gone to a house party with a guy friend of mine. Neither of us knew the hosts, but it seemed to just be a bunch of guys who lived there and liked to party a lot. A bunch of stereotypical frat dudes if you know what I mean. Anyway, it was just kind of a "friend of a friend of a friend is having a party".
At one point throughout the night a really cute girl caught my eye. I think it was her hair at first. A bob cut dyed a sexy bright red color. I'm into dying my hair in all sorts of crazy colors, but during this time I had simply stuck with some neon streaks in my naturally blonde just-above-the-shoulders-hair. I happened to send her a bit of a flirty smile because our eyes met and she actually smiled back a little flirtatiously! Perhaps I had actually found another girl into girls at this seemingly very straight party!
I chatted her up and somehow managed to open up the topic and it turns out she did in fact like girls! I think she said she mostly considered herself bi-curious, having only had sex with another girl two times and that so far, she preferred guys. I teasingly told her maybe I could change her mind. It didn't take too long for it to come to that and we snuck up the staircase in search of a room where we could take it to the next level. We found an empty guest room behind the first door we came upon and soon enough we were both naked on the bed. She had small perky breasts and a body that made it obvious she took good care of it.
Soon enough I had my face between her legs and was rewarded with some satisfying moans. Her pussy was also shaven but she kept a neat patch of hair above it.
"That was amazing", she moaned as she had obviously just had an orgasm. She was very eager to dive into my pussy, and I gotta say, for someone who said she had only been with girls a few times, she sure knew her way around a pussy and I came pretty quickly!
And now to the main theme of the story... Now I needed a piss. I'm sure I'm not the only one who experiences this after orgasm, but the thing is, I kinda had to go before, so now after cumming? I had to go pretty bad.
Had I been alone in this room, I would've probably just squatted next to the bed. It's not like these frat boys were keeping a clean space so what harm would it be! But not being alone, I figured probably couldn't do that.
"I'm gonna be right back", I said and got up from the bed.
"What?", she asked.
"I really gotta take a piss", I said as I put my clothes back on.
"Oh, okay", she giggled, "I'll be here waiting".
I left the room and was about to head down the stairs, but looking over the railing, I could see that the line to the bathroom was super long. So many girls waiting just to take a piss as I'm sure most of the guys were just going in the yard out front. Someone should teach those girls about piss equality! Anyway, I pondered what to do. Could I maybe get away with just pissing in the hallway? No, there were people at the other end. I was about to just go outside and piss in the street, but then my naughty side got the better of me anyway and I headed back into the room.
"That was quick", she said.
"I didn't go. There's a super long line to the bathroom. Why do people have to take so long just to take a damn piss?", I said.
"Oh", she said and giggled, "I mean if you wanna go outside... I could do with a quick pee myself, nothing serious though".
"No reason for you to get dressed if you don't really need to go", I giggled.
"So what are you gonna do? It sounded like you had to go pretty bad", she said.
I hesitated a little as if thinking, but obviously I already knew what I was gonna say.
"Are you gonna hate me if I just piss in here?", I then asked.
"Here? Like what do you mean?", she laughed.
"Like I can go in the corner there", I said and gestured to an empty space in the corner next to a dresser.
"Just on the floor, on the carpet even?", she giggled. I wasn't sure if it was in disbelief or she thought I was kidding.
"Isn't it just gonna soak in and then dry? I doubt anyone will notice", I said. It sounded like I might actually get away with this.
"I guess", she laughed again, "well if you have to go that bad, sure, go ahead, I don't mind. This is far from the cleanest space anyway".
"I know right?", I giggled and moved into the corner.
I pulled up my denim skirt and pulled my thong to the side and squatted a good 10 inches above the floor before releasing the hold on my bladder.
I immediately started pissing a strong stream that cut into the carpet which readily absorbed it. I looked up after about 10 seconds and met her gaze.
"Sorry I didn't mean to stare at you", she said, "I just didn't expect this... Excellent sex with a girl only to have her pee in the room right after", she giggled.
"Look all you want", I said and giggled, "I don't care, I'm just taking a piss, we all do it".
"But not all of us do it on the carpet", she laughed.
I was pissing for about half a minute more and then finished. The carpet was very absorbent and only showed a damp spot the size of a football.
"Jeez, you did have to go", she giggled.
"Yeah, what about you? You said you could do with a..", I said while smoothing down my skirt but she interrupted me.
"Yeah I do need to pee a little, probably more after seeing you go", she giggled, "but I can wait in that line, it's not a problem", she said.
"Right, but do you want to?", I giggled and then added, "wouldn't you rather have another orgasm sooner rather than later?". I was incredibly horny now after having just pissed in the corner in front of this girl.
"Not a bad offer", she giggled, "but I do want to pee first".
"That's what I'm saying! Just do what I did, take a piss in here!", I said.
"Are you sure? Should I really? I don't know...", she said, but I could already tell she was gonna do it.
"It'll dry before anyone finds it. We'll be the only who know. And I already did it, what harm is a little more?", I said.
"Okay, you know what, there's a first time for everything", she giggled and got up from the bed, still completely naked.
She squatted next to the bed on the side hidden from the door.
"If we want it to dry fast, best to spread it out, don't you think?", she said.
"Good point", I said and was about to turn around to give her some privacy.
"You can watch if you want to", she said, "I don't mind peeing with an audience, my friends and I pee in alleyways outside clubs pretty often", she giggled and released her stream.
It was a slow stream that softly pattered on the carpet. It eventually increased in strength and she was pissing a pretty steady, pencil-shaped stream for about 20 seconds. She shook her bottom half a little and then stood up while gazing at the damp spot at her feet.
"I can't believe I just did that", she laughed.
"Now come back to bed", I giggled.
"But I need to wipe", she said.
"I don't care, come here", I giggled and she complied.
When it became clear to her that I was meaning to go down on her again, she hesitated.
"Are you sure? My pussy is literally still wet with pee", she said.
"Yes, I don't care. You looked pretty hydrated anyway", I giggled.

We had a little more sexy fun before rejoining the rest of the party. Never heard anything about piss in a room so probably no one found out.
I got her number, obviously, and we still hook up from time to time, but I've never told her pissing turns me on.
Becca

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It would seem the story of me and my coworker is very popular. I have received many requests to share more about the two of us. I guess I should give her a fake name rather than continue to just call her "my coworker." Let's call her Sharon.

As I said at the end of my last letter, work was never the same. Sharon and I both became accomplices in both looking for wetting incidents involving students and having our own wetting experiences. She would walk up to me as I was at the front desk and would have a guilty look that only I would recognize or if we were alone she would say something like, "Guess what I just did." I was a little more discreet and secretive at work than she, but I would still give her a knowing smile if I had just peed somewhere in the library, as well.

I was more adventurous when we were together, though. As an example, we were shelving books when Sharon nudged me and directed me to one of the study rooms. It was completely empty, and I watched as she walked in, sat down in the seat, slid her skirt out of the way, and sprayed a messy stream of pee right through her panties and into the seat cushion. I just watched and laughed as it squirted through the crotch of her panties and puddled between her legs for a second before soaking into the seat. "Do you have to go, too?" she asked. I did.

I stepped to the corner of the small study room, hiked up my dress and bunched it in my left hand. Then I squatted over the carpet, pulled my panties aside, and sighed as I sprayed a strong stream of pee all over the wall in the corner. I watched it stream down the wall and soak into the carpet and laughed at the splashes from my spray that also darkened the carpet.

Just then a door opened nearby. "Oh shit, I hear somebody," Sharon said. I cut off my flow as Sharon stood up from the seat. From the corner, I could not see out of the study room, which meant whoever walked by wouldn't be able to see me unless they entered the study room. Regardless, I stood up, still needing to pee. I decided to let it out in small spurts into my panties to let it trail down my legs as I stood there. "You're still peeing, aren't you?" Sharon asked. My face reddened, and I nodded. Sharon peeked out the study room window. "I don't think they're coming this way." Once she said this, I just spread my legs and let go completely, emptying my bladder into my panties. Most of it soaked right through the gusset and fell in a dribble to the carpet, but I could feel it warming my crotch even more. Sharon just watched, smiling.

There were still sightings of students finding opportunities to pee discretely, as well. I was on the third floor in the Sciences section when I heard a faint sound that sounded both strange and familiar. There is a small study area just around the corner from where I was standing. I peeked around and saw a blonde girl with her shorts and panties down at her ankles and her bottom hovering over the metal trash can in the corner. The sound I heard was of her pee splashing against the side of the can, which did not have a bag in it, and trickling down to the bottom. A look of relief passed her face and she sighed as the sound came to a stop. Then she stood up, pulled up her panties and shorts, and returned to her seat at one of the study desks as if that were all perfectly normal. When I told Sharon about it, she shared her own sighting of a redheaded guy pissing in a corner on the second floor. She said he looked around to see if anyone was coming, but he didn't see her hidden a few stacks down from him. Then he walked right up to the corner, pulled down the top of his gym shorts and boxers, and just pissed right there in the corner.

Later, as Sharon and I were eating lunch alone in the break room, she confided in me her disappointment that her husband had no interest in this fetish. "I've tried, believe me," she said. "He won't even come in the bathroom when I'm in there. But I've stepped in to pee while he's in the shower, and he either doesn't even acknowledge me or he says something like, 'C'mon, Sharon, couldn't you wait?'" The closest she'd ever been to any reaction from him, she said, was a summer trip to the lake when they all took the boat out. They were anchored out on the lake so her husband and sons could fish, and she was laying out in the sun. One of her sons said he had to take a leak and said, "Don't look, Mom," followed by the sound of it splashing in the water. "Might as well," his brother said, followed by a second sound of splashing water. Sharon said hearing that signaled her own bladder. "Y'know, that really isn't fair," Sharon had said. "You guys can whip it out anytime and just go, but I have to hold it." Sharon said her husband laughed and said, "Why? Who's out here to see you if you go?" There were no other boats around them, which is part of why her sons had so easily whipped it out and pissed in the lake. Sharon took that as a cue, so she walked over to the ladder near the back of the boat. While she was excited by the idea of getting to pee out in the open like this, she wasn't about to pee in front of her boys. She looked at her husband. "Honey, can you help me so I don't fall in? Boys, don't look." Her husband reeled in his fishing line, put his pole down, and followed her to the back of the boat. He helped her climb onto the ladder and held her steady as she faced the lake and then squatted on the first step. "You gonna take your bikini bottoms off?" her husband had asked. Sharon said she just smiled at him and said, "No, I'll just pull them to the side like this." She slid her bikini bottoms aside slowly so her husband could watch, and right away a strong stream of pee shot out of her and splashed into the lake. 

As she told me this part of the story, I started to feel a need to pee, as well. I started looking around the employee lounge in hope of finding somewhere to go. Sharon noticed my gaze had turned from her. "What are you thinking about?" she asked me.

"I need to pee," I said. Sharon smiled.

"Well, there's the sink, the trash can, or if you're really feeling bold maybe the carpet over in the far corner. No one hardly ever goes over there." I hesitated, but I think I already knew what my answer would be.

"Will you watch the door?" I asked. Sharon nodded, and as she walked over to the lounge door, I walked eagerly to the sink. It was a double-basin sink with countertops and cabinets, but it was low enough that I was able to turn around, lift my butt up onto it, and move my skirt out of the way. Soon I was sighing and emptying my bladder through my panties and into the break room sink. The feeling of my panties filling with my warm pee before dribbling loudly into the sink basin was wonderful, and I couldn't hide my pleasure. Sharon kept switching from watching me with excited disbelief and peeking out the door to make sure none of our coworkers were coming. I honestly don't know what we would do if we were ever caught.

When I finished, Sharon said, "Okay, switch," and we swapped places, with me rushing to the door while she hopped up onto the sink. Instead of peeing through her panties, though, she slid hers aside and sprayed a messy stream that at first shot up and out of the sink. "Oops," she said, and then giggled. "Well, what the hell," she said. To my surprise, she scooted out of the sink basin and sat on the edge of the counter. "I'll clean it up, don't worry, just keep watching for me." I did as she said, and soon she had her legs hanging over the edge of the counter, her panties pulled aside, and she was peeing a steady stream of pee onto the tile floor in front of the sink. She sighed as she emptied the rest of her bladder this way, smiling with delight the entire time.

Once she finished peeing, we returned to the table and she continued her story. She had peed full force into the lake with a rather impressive but messy stream. Her husband had watched, and when she finished he helped her back onto the boat, and she noticed the bulge in his pants. She had laughed and said, "You might want to wait a bit unless you want your sons to see that." Her husband had nodded, but his face looked confused and a little ashamed like he was trying to process what he was feeling or why. The expression was not a pleasant one, and Sharon never brought it up again.

I felt bad for Sharon, but I was beginning to understand why our friendship had grown so much. She could share something with me that she couldn't share with anyone else. I also felt bad for her because even though single life could be lonely, I never had to worry about what a significant other might feel about my fetish. As I had become more brazen about when and where I peed in my own home, I couldn't imagine having to stifle this because I lived with someone who did not share or at least condone my fetish.

"I'm glad you're able to do this with me," I said.

"Me too," Sharon said.

A few days later, Sharon and I were both shelving books on the third floor when Sharon perked up as if she heard something. We both smiled as together but carefully we peeked around the corner to the study area, and sure enough there was that same blonde girl squatting over the garbage can, spraying loudly into it. She seemed to have perfected this as her pussy was placed perfectly over the rim of the trash can with her pee splashing into it without even a drop missing the can. As soon as she finished, she grabbed her books from the desk and walked out.

As soon as she was gone, Sharon smiled at me. "C'mon," she said. She led me over to the study area where the girl had been sitting. I was sure Sharon was about to mimic the girl's actions and squat over the trash can, but instead she kicked the can over, spilling the girl's pee and a few pieces of paper onto the carpet. "Oops," she said. I gasped as a lot more pee than I expected poured out of it. "Geez, does anyone ever empty this thing?" Sharon asked. "Well, I guess since the damage is already done…." As soon as she said this, she stepped to the corner where the trash can usually sits and rested her back against the wall. Then she hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties aside and sprayed her pee onto the floor right where she had spilled the other girl's pee.

As I watched her while also looking carefully for anyone coming our way, I felt like I could pee soon, but I held it. Our shift was over soon, so I just enjoyed the sight of Sharon emptying her bladder all over the floor. She stopped peeing, slid her panties back into place, and stood up. Just as I thought she was finished, she slid off her shoes and I heard her say, "Ahhh," and then could see small trickles of pee running down her legs to drip to the floor. This didn't last long, but the relief and pleasure she felt was obvious.

I held my pee through the end of our shift and all the way home. It was bad enough that several times I thought I was going to wet my car seat. I did feel a few spurts in my panties after hitting some bumps, but I managed to hold it until I got home. Once I opened my front door, I knew exactly what I wanted, and it was the real reason I had held it for so long. I quickly pulled down my skirt and panties and walked over to my couch. Much like I had done at Sharon's, I reclined on the arm of my couch and stretched my legs out in front of me. Then I relaxed and let go. Immediately a warm spray of pee hissed out of me and soaked my thighs and dribbled into the couch cushions under me. I moaned at the wonderful relief and the soothing warm feeling beneath me as my pee soaked into the couch. I didn't care that I would need to clean up the mess as I just relaxed and peed fully into my couch. I had been drinking water most of the day, so I hoped the smell wouldn't be too bad, especially after I cleaned up. Honestly, though, I was beginning to not care. The naughtiness of it was a big part of the thrill. While still peeing, I slipped my fingers between my slit and started rubbing, knowing that it would not take much for me to cum. As my pee became a slow dribble that flowed down the crack of my butt, I rubbed harder until my climax started to build and soon I was screaming as I came. Some spurts of pee shot across my couch as I came, soaking it even more. When my orgasm finished, I just relaxed in the warmth and energy of it all.

For the rest of the evening, I sat around my place with no panties or skirt on, watching some television and reading a book. Whenever I had to pee, I would just relax and let it go however I was sitting, sometimes with my legs stretched out on the couch, sometimes sitting up with them over the side and just spraying my pee onto the floor. And I almost came again when I was sitting cross-legged on the couch while reading, and I let my pee go. It swirled around my crotch before absorbing into the cushion, making my bottom warm again. There was more than I expected, and the cushion seemed to struggle to take it. I started to feel that no amount of scrubbing or cleaning would ever get my couch back to the way it was before. But wasn't that also true of me after embracing my fetish? I resigned myself to the sheer pleasure and warmth of just wetting myself right there on my couch, moaning as the last of my pee seeped into the cushion.

And oh yes, there is more to tell. Perhaps in another letter.

Elaine

[wetwulf 3,322]

4 hours ago, somedood123 said:

I may write a few more stories in the future as my list is pretty long!

I'd love to read them! That one was hot!

[somedood123 398]

Hi!
I recently went on a trip with a good friend of mine who also happens to be my roommate.

I'm Catie and my friend is Hannah. We're both 20 years old and in college and happened to take an extended weekend trip away from it all. We decided this should mean going out of state and decided to make a roadtrip out of it. We had booked a hotel room, but in front of us was almost a day's worth of driving, but we agreed to split the driving evenly. In hindsight, perhaps the roadtrip wasn't the best idea as the weather turned out to be very hot and sunny on this particular day. Not quite the kind of thing you want to be stuck in a car the whole day for. Fortunately we had packed a good amount of water and snacks otherwise I'm sure we would have passed out. But all of this water meant a whole lot of pee stops were needed. There were plenty of gas stations along the roads so getting to a bathroom wasn't a problem, although occasionally we encountered a gas station that had closed its bathroom due to the pandemic. After a couple of stops at the ones with open bathrooms, pretty much each of them requiring you to go in and ask the attendant for the key to the bathroom, which was outside round the back of the building, and some of the attendants demanding you buy something first, we got a little sick of it. Instead, unless we actually had to buy something, we started going al fresco, often right in the gas station parking lot since it was often the only good place to stop! Is it really a real roadtrip before you start peeing outside? See, the trick is to park the car somewhere where you have cover on one side of the car. Then you open both doors on that side and voila, you have your own private toilet stall to pee in! It was something I half-jokingly suggested after Hannah grinningly said, "guess what, I gotta pee again" for like the fourth time, and we happened to complain about the other gas stations we had been to. Oh also, a quick question for some of you... I read through a few letters and saw some that talked about peeing inside the car, like not in a cup or something, just on the floor or even right in the seat! I'm not trying to be judgemental or anything, you do you, but I'm just curious, what do you do about it? Doesn't it leave a smell? It would be super handy on a trip like this, just scoot to the front of the seat and pee on the floor, no need for wasting time stopping every hour or two, but I'd definitely be afraid that my car would smell like pee by the end of the day! But enough of that, back to peeing al fresco!

We both laughed at my suggestion and thought of it as a joke at first, but then it sorta made sense. I mean, we were a little afraid of getting caught, you know, peeing in public is actually illegal in most places, but it's not like we're total amateurs as we both like to go on long hikes which tends to result in peeing next to the trail a couple of times, but I guess that's not really public in the same way. Anyway, we eventually convinced ourselves it didn't really matter as long as we didn't come across a cop. It's not like we were likely to come across someone we know or anyone we would actually see again. I'm sure we would have been on some surveillance cameras at some gas stations. Probably not the actual peeing given the little trick I outlined above, but picture this: Car comes in, two girls get out and both go to the side of the car not visible from the camera's view. A few minutes go by and the girls get back in the car and drive off. But what's that? Suddenly the ground is wet! I wonder where that came from!
Enough about that but let's just say, I think this was the highest number of outdoor peeing that I've ever done in one day!

Several hours of driving and many pee stops later, we had run out of water and snacks, but still had almost another two hours to go. And now it was getting dark. We happened to drive through a small city and decided to get something to eat. And obviously we both needed to pee again. We drove into a McDonald's parking lot and decided to eat inside. As we placed our order, we happened to ask about the bathroom but were told that it was closed due to the ongoing pandemic. It seemed a little strange as I think a lot of stuff was beginning to re-open in that area, but better safe than sorry, I suppose.
Taking a seat in a nearby booth, Hannah told me she couldn't hold it.
"I'm gonna have to go outside", she said.
"Do it before I go", I grinned, thinking we could swap after.
She came back just as our order was ready.
I guess the food isn't really important, but we did both get two very large cokes, probably around one third of a gallon each.
"My turn", I said as we returned to the booth after having picked up our food.
"Just go around the side and you're good", Hannah said and took a sip of her coke.
I made it to the side of the building and could see the ground was wet and damp in multiple spots and there were also a few tissues littered around. I guess this was where people had gone to pee because of the closed bathroom. I glanced quickly to both sides and then pulled down my denim shorts and relieved myself, adding even more pee to this "public bathroom" if you can call it that. I guess it was nothing too special. After all, I had popped squats to pee on the ground like this all day!

After eating we headed out again, eager to finish the rest of the drive and get to the hotel for some needed rest, so we could get ready for the plans we had the following day. We still had plenty of our cokes left for the drive, but after a little over an hour they were both empty and our bladders were obviously quickly filling up.
"Well I need to pee again", Hannah suddenly laughed from the passenger seat.
"Me too" I said and continued, "look, can you hold it? We're almost there and there isn't really anywhere to stop for the next long stretch".
"Maybe" she said.

Half an hour passed and I was definitely starting to get to the point where I was looking for places to stop, but just 15 more minutes and we would be at the hotel. Hannah, however, was definitely desperate now as she was sitting with one hand jammed into her crotch.
"You can hold it, Hannah, just a little bit longer", I told her.
"I'm trying", she said and let out a short chuckle, "but I hope you don't get mad if I end up peeing in your car".
"Well, let's try not to do that", I giggled.
10 minutes passed.
"Come on, come on, just a few more minutes, Hannah", Hannah spoke to herself.
I was also in the desperate state now, but I was sure I could hold it. Hannah however? Well I had started thinking about how best to clean out pee from a car seat.

But we made it. Parked the car and hurried into the lobby to check in and pick up the room key. Unfortunately, there was no bathroom in the lobby, but fortunately, the receptionist was quick to sort things out and we quickly headed for our room on the second floor, which had a bathroom inside.
Hannah was dancing back and forth on the spot as I tried unlocking the door, but it just wouldn't budge.
"Hurry up!", she said.
"I'm trying but it's like not working", I said, "I think she gave us the wrong key".
"Oh fuck that!", Hannah exclaimed and suddenly set off in hasty steps.
"Where are you going?", I asked and followed her then watched her disappear further down where the hallway made a bend.
I caught up with her and there she was, denim shorts at her knees, squatted next to a potted plant and peeing! It was a strong stream, just endlessly jetting out and showering the dark blue-greenish carpet with her pee.
"Oh my gosh, I had to pee so so bad!", she sighed as she sat there, peeing on the hallway carpet like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Sure looks like it", I said.
"The relief is out of this world", she smiled, still peeing strongly.
"Okay, screw it", I said and set down my bag and glanced both ways before casually sliding down my own shorts and popping a squat next to her.
"Catie!", Hannah laughed.
"What? You're not the only who has to pee", I smiled and released the hold on my bladder.
Soon enough I was treating the carpet to a pee shower of my own, creating a second puddle. The carpet also clearly couldn't absorb much so it quickly spread and created a large wet spot.
"I needed that, feel so much better already", I sighed as my stream continued cutting into the carpet.
Hannah's stream was beginning to wane and then ended abruptly.
"What a day", she giggled as she attempted to drip-dry then pulled up her shorts and stood up.
"Jeez, I really had to go", she said while looking at the carpet.
I continued peeing, feeling the relief wash over me, but also began to worry.
"You don't see any cameras, do you?", I asked Hannah as my stream started weakening.
"No no, don't worry. I already checked", she giggled.
"Thank god", I sighed as I let out one more forceful spurt of pee then shook off the drops and pulled up my shorts.
"Let's go get the right key then", I said and picked up my bag.

The receptionist apologized and we quickly received a new key, this one actually working.
As soon as the door to our room closed, we burst into laughter.
"Did we really just do that?", Hannah laughed.
"Don't look at me, that was clearly your idea!", I giggled.
"I blame McDonald's, they shouldn't sell sodas that big", she giggled.
"You don't think they'll figure out it was us, do you? They can't pin it on us", I stopped laughing.
"I guess not, you think they'll find out?", Hannah asked.
"Do I think someone's going to notice two giant puddles of pee on the carpet? Yeah I think so", I laughed.
"I guess they're kinda hard to miss", she giggled and headed for the bathroom with her toothbrush while adding, "at least we didn't have to fight over who would get to pee first".
We went to bed shortly after.

I woke up early the next morning to the sound of Hannah peeing in the toilet. Like I said, we're good friends and roommates so closing the bathroom door to take a pee isn't really something we bother doing.
I sure had to pee too. Probably the remnants of the coke from last night and a full night's sleep.
"Hurry up, I gotta go too", I said.
"Go pee in the hallway", Hannah giggled and tore off a few pieces of toilet paper.
"Very funny", I laughed.
I didn't do it, though, and a minute later Hannah was washing her hands.
"Peeing in the toilet? What strangeness is this?", I giggled as I sat my butt down on the seat and felt my bladder emptying.

We left our room about an hour later and just couldn't keep ourselves from checking out the spot where we peed the night before.
Obviously, it was still very evident that some form of liquid had been dumped onto the carpet in two spots.
"Let's not linger. Out of sight, out of mind", I giggled and we headed down.

By far the craziest place I've ever peed in, but perhaps it was only fitting after a day of almost not using a toilet at all! Hannah and I still laugh about it sometimes. I don't think the hotel ever found anyone to blame, but when we got down to the lobby, we did overhear someone saying something about piss on the carpet, so someone had definitely noticed!
Thanks for reading my letter!
Catie

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

I am sure some of you are tired of hearing from me, but it would seem I have my share of fans, so here is another letter for them.

I hinted at the end of my last letter that my life had not been the same (nor had my furniture) since embracing my pee fetish. This became even more true that very same evening. After taking a shower, I walked naked into my bedroom after drying off, and as soon as I stepped into my room I felt the need to pee. I debated going back and getting the towel I had used to dry off, but then I recalled the events of the evening as I looked down around my bedroom. Like nearly the rest of the house, the floor is faux wood linoleum. My bed is against the wall on the right side of the room, and on the left is a bookshelf, a desk with a chair, and a small cushioned chair in the left corner. I debated for as long as I could, and my mind was running through all the possibilities. As another wave of pressure came, I ended the debate and smiled as I walked right over to the chair in the corner. The chair was a gift from my cousin when I first moved in. It was a faded gray color, which I wasn't fond of, but at least the chair is comfortable. And it was about to become even more comfortable. I turned and sat my bare bottom on the chair, already feeling excitement from the feeling of my bare bottom against the soft material. I sat all the way back in the chair and closed my eyes. As my pee started, I gasped at the warm feeling beneath me and opened my eyes to watch it. I spread my legs enough to see my warm flow dribbling out of me and soaking quickly into the seat cushion. This excited me so much that I started rubbing myself while still in mid flow, making a mess as my pee splashed my fingers, my legs, the chair, and the floor. Before long, I was screaming as I orgasmed. Feeling satisfied, I stood up and shook the drops of pee from myself and crawled into bed.

Late into the night I awoke needing to pee. I remembered that although I had changed the sheets and covers since the last time I peed in my bed, I had not replaced my mattress and this night I was just too tired to get out of bed. I was laying on my back, still naked after my shower and chair wetting, so I just relaxed and let it go. I could hear it hissing and dribbling into my bed, but the warmth of it between my legs was so soothing that I was soon drifting back to sleep.

The sound of my phone buzzing woke me up. It wasn't my alarm but my ringtone. I groggily picked it up and saw Sharon's number on the screen. The sun wasn't even shining yet, and I wondered what time it was as I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I said.

"Good morning," Sharon said with her usual peppy tone. And then, apologetically, "Oh, shit, wait, you're off today aren't you? I'm sorry." I laughed and eased her mind.

"It's fine," I said. "I probably would have woken up soon anyway." I sat up in my bed, and as I did I felt a little bit of pressure in my bladder, but I ignored it. "What are you working today?" I asked.

"8 to 5," she said. "Got to get that new load of books entered, labeled, and shelved and put some boxes down in archives." I heard grumbling on her end of the line. "Okay, sorry," she whispered to somebody. Then it sounded like she was moving. Sharon explained that her husband and sons had gotten back late last night from their trip and were sleeping in and her talking was disturbing her husband. "So… how was your night?" she asked. 

"Well," I said, and then I told her about my wettings. She gasped a few times and called me naughty. I could also hear the envy in her voice, though. She did say she took the opportunity to squat over a pile of clothes while doing laundry, and while she was sitting in their back yard in one of the wicker chairs, she just peed through her panties and let it drip through the chair to the grass.

As she said this, I felt the pressure growing in my bladder. My morning pees are always a lot, and I debated getting up rather than use my bed again, which was now still very wet from my middle-of-the-night wetting. But I craved that warm, soothing feeling of wetting my bed again. I decided to try something different. I sat up against my headboard and brought my heels closer to me, bending my knees.

"I'm bummed you're not working today," Sharon said. I smiled as I relaxed and let go.

"Mmm hmm, me too. Ohhh." I couldn't stifle a moan as my warm morning pee sprayed out of me and splashed between  my legs and into my bed. I couldn't see it because I still had the covers over me, but I could hear it and feel it spraying messily, reaching my feet and creating a puddle at my crotch.

"Are you peeing right now?" Sharon asked.

"Mmm, yes," I said.

"In your bed?"

"Ahhh, yes," I said as I emptied my bladder, delighting in the warm, wet feeling beneath me and between my legs. "My god, that feels so good," I said. It was a lot, but I no longer cared as I listened to it dribbling into the puddle at my crotch before slowly soaking into my sheets and mattress.

"I'm so jealous," Sharon said. "I need to pee, too, but I can't just piss in my bed." My flow finally eased and trickled down my slit to seep into the bed under me. I sighed with relief as it ended. "I think I might go down to the basement," Sharon said. I could hear her walking through her house, then the sound of a door opening. "Shit, I really have to pee. I need to hurry up or I'll end up pissing on the floor."

"Where are you going?" I asked. I thought about getting out of bed to survey the damage to but decided to just sit there and enjoy the warmth for a while.

"There's a single guest bed down in the basement that we haven't used in forever. I really think I'm going to piss in it."

"Are you not worried about your husband or your sons catching you?" I asked.

"Please," she said, "they are passed out. It would take a hurricane to wake them up." I heard her moving around again and a rustling sound. "Oh my god I have to pee."

"So pee then," I said, laughing.

"Hang on, let me get… okay." Again, movement and rustling.

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I'm crawling into the bed, silly." I imagined Sharon getting into the guest bed, and as I did I felt the need to pee again, so I relaxed and just let it dribble out. "Okay, I'm under the covers. Ooh! I just leaked a little bit. Shit, I can't hold it. Ahhhhhhh." Through the phone I could hear a soft dribbling sound. "Ohhh, fuck that feels so good. Mmmmm." I could picture Sharon sitting just as I had, her knees bent and legs spread enough to spray her pee into her guest bed, feeling the warmth of it as it soaked in at her crotch. "Oh! Ohh shit, I'm cumming!"

At this, I felt myself get wet again, so I slipped my fingers between my slit. It only took a few quick rubs before I was gasping and moaning and Sharon was joining me, being a little quieter this time but still clearly enjoying herself. When we both finished, I relaxed again and warmed my bottom with more pee.

"That was amazing," Sharon said. "And now I need a shower. I'll call you later from work." I laughed and told her that would be great.

As usual, there is more to tell, so I will certainly be writing to you again.

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

In my last letter, I left off the morning after I had decided to fully embrace my pee fetish, to not be concerned about peeing anywhere in my house. I had wet my couch, my floor, and my bed. I had talked to Sharon about this and was about to enjoy a day off while she had to work.

After I hung up with Sharon, I decided to get out of bed since I was fully awake. I stood up and turned around to finally see the huge wet spot on my bed. Most of the top sheet was covered with one big dark wet stain, and there were several dark wet spots on the blanket, as well. I knew there was no denying I had really turned a corner now.

I walked to the bathroom to take a shower and get cleaned up. As soon as I leaned over the tub to turn the water on, I felt another twinge in my bladder. I didn't try to hold it though and just let my pee dribble down my legs and to the bathroom floor, giggling at the feel of it tickling my feet and pooling on the tile. I showered, and then after I dried off I pulled on my pink robe and decided to go make breakfast. 

First I put on a kettle of water and got the French press ready to make coffee and then looked around the kitchen to decide what to make to eat. I settled on just making a bowl of raisin bran. I poured the cereal and milk, and by then the water was ready, so I poured it over the coffee grounds in the press and then sat down to eat my cereal. I was only a few bites in when I felt the need to pee. I knew before it even happened what I would choose to do, and it might not have even crossed my mind just a few days ago. Now, however, my stomach fluttered with excitement as I sat up in my kitchen chair, parted my legs, and sighed as I just let my pee go. I felt it dribble out of me and warm my bottom as it soaked my robe and the kitchen chair. My robe could only absorb so much as my pee started to run off the chair and drip to the kitchen floor. I just continued eating my cereal while emptying my bladder, enjoying the sweet warm relief.

After I finished peeing, I stood up and walked over to finish making the coffee. I giggled at the feeling of small drops of pee dripping from my robe. I poured a cup and decided to go sit on my front porch in my robe and sip some coffee while reading a book. I have a full sized front porch with a roof, and my nearest neighbor lives across the street. This wouldn't be the first time I've sat out in a robe, but it would be the first time with a wet one.

I got comfortable in one of the plastic chairs on my porch and was soon lost in my book. The sound of my phone ringing brought me back to reality. Of course it was Sharon, but I'll bet you already suspected that. "So guess what," she said. I listened as she told me about catching a girl peeing in a corner on the second floor. She said the girl was wearing a pair of shorts, and she just slid up one of the legs, pulled it aside with her panties, and squatted just enough to spray her pee onto the carpet. Sharon said some of the pee splashed the girl's fingertips and leg, but she didn't seem to care. "How has your morning been?" Sharon asked. I told her about my kitchen wetting and that I was now sitting on my porch in my wet robe. "Don't you have neighbors?" she asked.

"I do," I said, "but they can't see anything unless they come over. In fact… ahhhhhhh." With this, I relaxed and warmed my bottom again with my pee, feeling it spray my inner crotch and soak through my robe to drip onto my porch.

"I can't believe you're just sitting on your front porch pissing yourself," Sharon said. "I can't top that, but… I think maybe…." I heard Sharon walking around through the library as she talked to me. "Okay, there's no one in the secret lounge." As the last of my pee dribbled out of me, I could picture it perfectly, the basement lounge that very few students even know about because it is located in a sort of "hidden" wing of the library that does not contain any bookshelves, computers, or any other useful resources available in other parts of the library. The lounge is a brownish colored sofa from the 70s and some chairs that sort of match but were likely put there because, like the couch, they weren't wanted anywhere else. I'm not even certain it's supposed to be a lounge but may just be misplaced discarded furniture, but we call it the secret lounge. More than a few students and even several employees have been caught having sex down there.

"What are you going to do?" I asked

"You already know," Sharon said. I heard rustling and could tell she was either sitting or maybe reclining on the sofa. "Let me make sure nobody's coming. Okay, it's clear." I heard rustling again. "I wore my leggings, so I've got to get them down first," Sharon said. "That's better. Okay, I can't hold it anymore. Ohhh." Through the phone I could hear a quiet dribbling sound. "Ohhhh my god that feels good," Sharon said. As I listened, I felt my crotch get wet again but not with pee. I looked around to make sure no one was walking or driving by as I snuck a finger under my robe and tickled my slit. "Mmm, shit, it's so warm, Elaine."

"I'll have to… mmm… try it the next time I work," I said.

"Are you… masturbating?" Sharon asked. I hesitated before answering her. 

"Yes," I said, still rubbing myself.

"Ohh, fuck, I think I'm going to cum just from...ohh… pissing on this sofa. Ohhhh my god, yes." Her breathing quickened and I felt my orgasm building as we both panted and gasped as quietly as we could but loud enough that each knew how great the other was feeling. As I climaxed, I felt a squirt against my fingers as I sprayed more pee into my robe and had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

"That was amazing," Sharon said. "I'm definitely going to be visiting this lounge again. It makes up for not being able to piss on my couch at home." We laughed, and Sharon said she'd better get back to work, so we hung up. I sat in the warmth of my wet robe a little longer, returning to my book and enjoying the thrill of sitting outside in nothing but a wet robe.

Eventually, I decided to go inside, and as I stood up I could feel drops of my pee falling from my robe again. I started to think that if anyone saw me walk into my house, they would be treated to the sight of a huge wet spot on my round bottom, and the thought excited me. Once inside, I removed my robe and wiped at my damp legs and crotch with it. I decided to stay naked for as long as I felt comfortable, probably until I decided to go somewhere.

I walked to my kitchen and made myself a big glass of ice water, smiling at the puddle of pee shining on my kitchen floor. I grabbed a towel and tossed it down, not wanting to ruin the floor. The chair, however, wasn't a big deal. Just looking at it made my need to pee creep up again. I held it, though, as I took my glass of water to the living room. 

I was feeling exceptionally lazy today, so I reclined on my couch and turned on Netflix. I could feel cool dampness on my couch cushions, but there was no obvious pee smell. This made me smile as the pressure grew in my bladder. I still held on, though, as I started a movie and drank some more water. About thirty minutes later I could barely focus on the movie because the pressure was growing. Still, I held on. An hour later, and as I laughed at a scene in the movie I gasped as a small squirt of pee splashed out of me. I looked down and smiled at the small stain on the couch cushion and then returned to the movie and tried to hold on longer. Two hours, and as the credits rolled another wave of pressure hit me, and although I was trying to hold it, I could feel it trickling out of me, trying to escape.

My phone started ringing, and of course it was Sharon again. I answered it while still trying to hold back my pee. "Hello," I said, grimacing.

"You okay?" Sharon asked. "You sound weird."

"Yeah, I'm just… I need to pee, and I've been holding it for like two hours."

"Really?" Sharon said. "Why?"

"Just… because," I said. "It feels so good to let it go after I've held it for a while."

"Mmm, you're right about that," Sharon said. "I almost peed my panties this morning because my damn husband was taking a shit and took forever. It was worth it, though. I just let it out through my panties in the shower and the relief was amazing."

"Mm. I'm sure. Shit, I'm gonna lose it soon," I said.

"Well," Sharon said, "what if I told you I was working all alone down in archives, and I'm standing in the back area where the concrete floor is near the back door."

"Hmm, not fair," I said, knowing she was trying to make me lose it.

"Of course it's fair. You can pee anytime you want. Nothing's stopping you. Just like nothing's stopping me right now." I could hear movement and assumed she was pulling down her leggings and panties. Then I heard hissing and splashing. Sharon moaned a little too dramatically, but it did the trick. Another wave of pressure overcame me and started to squirt out of me.

"Okay, I can't do it. Ohhhhh." I let go, and a messy spray of warm pee splashed from between my legs and all over the couch cushion. I sighed with relief as I watched it soak into the cushion and create a big puddle under my bottom. "Ohhh my god there's so much. I'm soaking my couch again." I was still going full stream, feeling it soak under me as the couch cushion struggled to absorb it all.

"You naughty bitch," Sharon said. "I'm so envious of you right now." I breathed another pleasurable sigh of relief as my flow waned to a steady dribble but continued to warm the cushion beneath me. I sat up and started to move my bottom back and forth on the cushion, feeling it rub against my very wet slit. I gasped. "You're going to cum again aren't you?" Sharon asked.

"Mmm hmm. Ohhhh, fuck, yes. OOOOHHhhhh my god!" I screamed as I rubbed my pussy against the wet cushion, feeling the fabric tickle my clitoris as I climaxed again, squirting even more pee I to my couch. When I finished, I relaxed against the arm as the last of my pee seeped out of me.

"That does it," Sharon said. "We need another girls' night. Your place this time."

I agreed. And that, my dears, may be the subject of my next letter.

Elaine
 

[somedood123 398]

Hello everyone!
I am Anise, an early 20s gal with long dark brown hair and a slim figure. I'm a long time reader, but first time writer! I'm so excited to finally share something!! Like I said I've been reading the magazine for a long time but just haven't really had any experiences I thought would be of big interest. Obviously I have gone for a wee outside before, multiple times, even in the city. What girl in her 20s hasn't found herself stumbling down a dark alleyway at night, bursting for a wee? Well, perhaps those who don't like to go out for a night on the town, but you get my meaning. It sure is a common thing among my group of friends... the shared alleyway wee to end the night after the pubs have closed up. I quite enjoy it, albeit a bit secretly! Anyway I am just going on and on, so let me get to the point. I'd read many of these stories of you gals peeing in all sorts of places and I have to say, the more I read, the more I started enjoying the idea of just crouching down and having a wee wherever I damn please! Marking my territory perhaps? Hah!

I attended a New Years party a good number of months back (well, duh!) in a hotel and I had a chance to finally do something similar to what I read in a letter here from a long time ago. If memory serves me right, I think it was a contribution from Fiona, who had also been to a party hosted at a hotel and she had found a few alternatives to queuing up for the loo when the urge struck. I didn't even think about it at first. It was only after a few drinks, after which I obviously needed a wee only to be greeted by a long line to the bathrooms, that it sort of hit me - this was the perfect opportunity, I could certainly find an alternative! And it would be like hitting two birds with one stone because for one, I did actually really need a wee and that queue was moving very slowly, and two, this was perhaps a golden chance to finally pee somewhere a little more unusual than the various alleys throughout the city.
But first, let me try and situate the party. It was at the very top floor of the hotel, in fact it was sort of a rooftop party, but with a large party room as well, fully equipped with a bar and what not. There was a large balcony which then had a short set of steps which led up to the actual rooftop. And yes, the fireworks throughout the city at midnight were quite a sight to behold from the roof! And you know what? I suspect I would have missed most of that had I queued for the toilets. That alternative sure turned out to be handy!

I had been invited to the party by one of my good friends, and she was just about the only one there that I really knew.

So back to the drinks. The drinks that had now made their way to my bladder. My friend and I had been mingling a bit on the roof, when she decided she would go get us another round. I told her I would go to the toilet in the meantime.
So inside again, she went to the bar, I went towards the bathrooms which were located at the other end of the room.
As I already said, that's when I saw the queue. Countless people all waiting for their turn to pee. And that's also when Fiona's story popped up in my mind. Maybe I could... Could I do something like that?
I remember one thing she mentioned was crouching down and rummaging through her handbag, all the while actually relieving herself on the floor. I thought about that but... I don't think I could. I'm a bit shy, so I highly doubt I would've been able to do my wee in a room full of other people even if none of them would have any idea of what I was doing.
So instead I left the room through the door leading out to the corridor and the rest of the hotel. The floors throughout the hotel corridors were covered in a dark red carpet. Out there, there was bound to be a spot suitable for a girl to pee with at least a modicum of privacy!
There were a handful of people hanging out right outside the door, but obviously I didn't plan on doing it right by the door. I moved to the right which, come to think of it, may have looked strange if those people were paying attention to me as the way down was to the left. Why is this girl, who looks like she's in a hurry, going to the right? But I don't think they really noticed me, why would they?
A little further down, the corridor made a turn to the left, finally leaving me out of sight. I could've probably taken a pee right there, but thought it best to seek out a little more privacy lest someone were to wander down here. People get curious, especially drunk people... "I wonder what's down there?". Well it won't be a gal having a wee, not visibly at least! I had butterflies in my stomach. I had never just peed on the floor inside a building, could I really do it? The answer appeared to be resounding yes, at least from my bladder, as its nagging had become more intense. You know how it is, the closer you get to the toilet, the more you gotta go! But where was this toilet?
I spotted a door marked utilities or something along those lines. That room would've been perfect for me to relieve myself, but alas, the door was locked. There were a few more unmarked doors, but all of them were locked. Finally, I spotted the very end of the corridor in which there was a small sofa, and off to the side, the wall was recessed, creating an alcove with a small window further up the wall. This was it. This was the perfect spot for me to finally have that wee I'd been needing.
I took a quick look behind me just to make sure no one had followed me and then I stepped into the alcove, effectively shielding me from view. I was wearing a loose black skirt and I used one hand to carefully lift it up and out of the way and then parting my legs as I crouched with my black pumps firmly planted on the carpet. Then, with my other hand, I pulled my white thong aside, exposing my shaved crotch. I looked at my pussy and the red carpet below me for a few seconds.
"Okay, let's do it, Anise. Let's wee on the carpet", I thought to myself and smiled as I released the hold on my bladder.
Almost immediately, a clear, gushing stream of pee shot out from between my labia and hit the carpet which quickly began absorbing the liquid. I always pee a lot and with good pressure, so I wasn't surprised that it came out as a torrent. It almost always does. My friends will often joke that it looks and sounds like a water pipe has burst when I'm doing a wee in an alleyway.
The carpet wasn't the most absorbent (I suspect, can't say I had tried peeing on any other carpets!), but did a fair job of absorbing my wee at first. Any pooling spread out, leaving a larger wet spot. I continued weeing in full flow, thoroughly enjoying finally just having a wee where I wanted - and it sure was needed. It was a massive thrill essentially marking this little alcove as my territory! I had to do it again! And considering it wasn't even midnight yet, there were plenty of hours left of the party. Plenty more weeing to be done! I knew for sure that there was no way I was going to bother queuing for the toilets in the party room if I got away with this. And that's also when it hit me that I had been so focused on finding a place to pee, and then enjoying the act of weeing, that I had completely neglected to check for cameras. Was I on some security guard's monitor now and minutes away from being kicked out? I looked up from my gaze, still in the middle of relieving myself, and surveyed my surroundings. Fortunately I did not spot any cameras, so at least there would not be footage of me actually peeing. My stream continued soaking the carpet for another good twenty seconds before it ended. A quick shake of my bottom half and I allowed my thong to slip back into place and then I stood up. I couldn't help but tap my foot on the wet spot. There was definitely some squelching and it was quite clear that the carpet was more than just a little damp. I smiled to myself as I took one last look at the large wet spot, I have to say it was probably a bit larger than the size of a football (the European sort for you Americans) and slightly elongated.
I then walked back to the party. Very relieved and still tingling with excitement and anticipation of doing it again. On the way back I did spot a camera covering a portion of the corridor right outside the door to the room, but I don't think I needed to worry about that. By the time anyone would've discovered my wee spot, if they ever did, and checked the cameras to see who had been down there I would be long gone.

I was a little worried that my friend would ask how I got through the queue so quickly, but she didn't. Anyway, about 20 minutes pass and she tells me she needs to pee, then proceeds to queue up. How boring!
10 minutes passed and she was still not back, and now I was starting to feel a need for a wee again. An amusing thought formed in my mind. What if I went out to pee in the corridor again, maybe making it back before my friend? It just had to be done, at least as a test. I downed the rest of my drink and then left through the door. I pondered whether to just go to the right and add to my previous wee in the alcove, but decided instead to go somewhere else. To the left!
I ended up near the lift, but instead opened the door marked stairs. They weren't particularly nice stairs. It was concrete and metal railings and very echoy. I suppose this far up, everyone takes the lift which was probably why the staircase was very basic. That was good news to me as it meant the risk of getting caught having a wee was very low! I remember Fiona described peeing on the stairs as well, but they were much nicer and carpeted and she did her wee discretely while sitting on a step, just slowly letting it all out, while pretending to take a phone call - even as some guy walked by! I didn't spot any cameras and with no one about, I thought I would be a lot more obvious!
With the door closed, I simply crouched down at the very top step, spread my legs and pulled up my skirt with one hand and used the other to pull my thong aside. Then, looking down at the steps and the landing further down, I released my stream.
Immediately I was in full flow, sending a strong, clear stream of wee downwards where it passed multiple steps before making contact with the concrete a little more than halfway down. The splattering was very loud and practically echoed throughout. Someone further down would've definitely heard something!
I kept the flow going for almost half a minute, eagerly watching as my wee darkened the steps and eventually caused a puddle to form on the landing further down.
My flow ended and after a short final spurt, I used my hand to give my crotch a little shake then slid my thong back in place and stood up. In the now quiet staircase, I could hear some of my wee trickling off the side and falling further. I quickly got out of there, lest someone further down had heard and was coming to investigate.
I returned to the party, relieved and ready for another drink, but there was no sign of my friend.
After about 5 minutes she returned and then complained about the toilet queue. I was keeping myself from giggling as I found it quite amusing that she had spent such a long time in queue whereas I had simply gone ahead and done a wee down the stairs, saving me a lot of time. I wondered if she would object... She is always the first to suggest weeing in an alleyway when we're already inside a club but the queue to the toilets is long.

More time passed and it was getting ever closer to midnight. We each had a beer while talking to some of my friend's friends. Soon enough the beer was empty and I was again starting to really need a pee. It was now a quarter to midnight and I figured I could go for a wee and not miss the fireworks, obviously by skipping the queue to the loo. My friend was deep in conversation so I just casually snuck away, only to have her catch up to me just as I was about to head out the door.
"Where are you going?", she asked.
"I need a wee", I said without thinking.
"Oh me too, badly, I've been putting it off for a while, been such a long time since I talked to Alice. I'll come with you!", she said and then added, "you going all the way down to the lobby?".
"Oh Alice, so that's her name", I laughed nervously, ignoring her question at the end.
I was unsure of what to do now. I needed to pee quite badly, but I had no idea whether there were actually any toilets in the corridor. Seemingly not given my friend's question.
"Where are you going?", my friend again asked as I turned to the right, down towards the alcove where I'd gone for a wee on the carpet just two hours earlier.
I thought, "okay, I'm just gonna have to confess. What's the worst that can happen? I've known this girl for quite some time and..."
"The lift is the other way", my friend said as we turned the corner.
"I've something to admit", I said shyly.
"What?", she giggled and looked at me a little curious.
"Well earlier I really needed a wee and the queue was massive so I went out here, literally.", I paused, "Uhm... I crouched in the corner down there and just peed on the floor", I said.
"Are you joking?", she giggled as we approached the alcove, "you're not joking!", she said when she clearly saw the dark spot on the carpet.
"That's something", she continued giggling.
"Who's gonna know?", I giggled nervously. To my relief, she didn't seem to object.
"Okay Anise, you may have had the right idea. Let's just do it fast, I'm desperate!", she said and laughed while drawing up her tight dress.
"Go ahead", I giggled, the tension in my body finally easing up.
Her thighs were fully exposed as she stepped into the alcove and hooked her thumbs into the hem of her thong.
A moment later and the thong was by her knees and she was squatting.
"Ah yes, I needed that", she sighed as her stream burst forth.
I could hear it hissing and pattering on the carpet, but from my position I didn't have a clear view of her. The alcove really did do a great job of hiding whatever you were doing in there.
It continued for maybe 40 seconds or so before the noise stopped and she emerged in the midst of pulling up her thong.
"Your turn now", she giggled, "I can't believe I just did that!"
She had crouched right on top of the damp spot I had left on the carpet earlier, but clearly her stream had shot forward and thereby mostly created a second wet spot on the carpet.
"It's just a bit wee", I giggled.
We swapped and I simply did the same thing I had done earlier; crouch down while parting my legs and holding my skirt out of the way, then using my other hand to pull my thong to the side. Then I yet again allowed my bladder its relief and I sent out a strong stream of wee, adding even more wetness to the now soaked carpet.
"I can't believe we're just weeing on the carpet!", my friend said again and giggled over the sound of my stream hitting the carpet.
"You think it'll be a problem?", I asked and before she could answer, I added, "It'll probably just dry and then no one will be any the wiser! I don't know about you, but it looks like my pee is so clear you'd think I'm just weeing out pure water", I giggled.
"I guess so and I suppose the nearest alleyway is a little too far away", she giggled, hinting at our frequent pee stops at night and probably trying to come up with an excuse for peeing on the floor.
I finished my wee, did a quick shake then got my clothing back in place and stepped out of the alcove.
"All done, let's go see the fireworks", I smiled and took a look at the carpet. Very soaked now after three full bladder emptyings.
"But the next time you need a wee, you should probably do it somewhere else otherwise that poor carpet is never going to have time to dry", I giggled.
"Well let's hope the queue is shorter at that point!", she laughed.
I thought about telling her I had already done a wee down the stairs but decided not to.
"I'm sure we can find another spot", I giggled.
Wow! What an experience. It was just like in many of the stories I'd read here. Two girls both needing a wee and taking turns peeing on the floor! What a thrill!

The clock struck midnight and we watched the grand display of fireworks.
And what do you know, after the big stuff had ended, my bladder was telling me it was nearing the time for another pee. And my head was telling me I should slow down on the alcohol.
I'd lost my friend in the large gathering of people out on the roof as she had spotted another one of her friends, so I didn't have to come up with an excuse, although she didn't really seem to mind weeing on the carpet out in the corridor. I suppose anyone will do crazy things after enough drinks (and with a bladder that feels like it's about to burst)!

Obviously, the queue to the toilets had increased dramatically after the big round of fireworks so I had an excuse right there! It really did make me wonder how everyone else was handling it. Did everyone simply manage to hold out in that queue? Earlier I had spotted a bloke in a dark corner of the balcony and he could've definitely been in the process of taking a slash, although I can't say for sure, but what about the girls? Granted most of the people in queue did always seem to be gals. But then again that's usually how it is, although I imagine there were probably urinals as well so guys could be in and out in a minute! Not counting the walking bit, I'd say that's probably not too far from the amount of time I spent in the stairs earlier!
Anyway, I set off again out into the corridor, eager to locate another spot where I could pee. I honestly really wanted to go in the lift, but I thought it would be way too risky. And later on when leaving I noticed there was a camera inside so clearly I was right!
With nowhere else to really go, I opened the door to the staircase, not sure whether I would just have another wee down the steps or perhaps descend them and go for a little exploring!
There was still evidence of my earlier wee, although you could tell it hadn't just happened 5 minutes ago, but there were definitely still wet spots that would look fairly suspicious, especially with a party going on just in a room nearby! I made my way downwards, passing by my pee on the first landing and then turning to head down the next set of steps, I suddenly received at least part of an answer to my earlier question. There on the next landing were two puddles of liquid darkening the concrete floor. I also noticed a tissue in one of the puddles and another one tossed into the dry corner. And there were obvious marks of splashes outside of the puddle area, indicating that this happened very recently. Clearly, clearly two girls had just taken the opportunity to pee here! I wondered if they had perhaps gone down hoping to find another bathroom and upon seeing the evidence of my wee, had instead decided to throw caution to the wind and just pee. Surely, they would've made the connection between those suspiciously looking wet spots on the steps and landing, especially if they were also bursting for a wee themselves. But it's not like there was a smell of wee, is one wee enough to really cause that? And besides it was completely transparent! Or maybe they just needed to pee and thought the queue was ridiculous so they came out here and decided the stairs, especially this far up, would be a fine spot. Guess what, it is indeed a fine spot for a wee! Anyway, I am rambling again, but needless to say, I couldn't help myself and decided that the stairs would be good for another wee. I thought about adding to their puddles, but decided instead that it would be funny to go down to the next landing. Anyone coming down here would just be greeted by puddle after puddle after puddle!
The next landing was completely dry as the other gals' wee seemed to have stopped trailing downwards about halfway down the steps from the landing that they had peed on.
I positioned myself close to the corner and this time I lowered my thong down to my knees as I crouched low and used both hands to hold my skirt up. I parted my legs slightly and immediately released my stream. Strong and clear in colour and immediately the floor turned darker. On a typical night out I might end up weeing in an alley once or twice, but I was already at four times on this night and all just on the floor inside the hotel and it wasn't even 1 in the morning yet! What a way to ring in the new year!
The puddle grew in size and I continued emptying my bladder and enjoying the relief.

Bit of a side note, but do any of you other gals feel that it feels way better to wee when you're squatting like this? Might just be me who prefers peeing outside of the bathroom? LOL!
I kept my flow going for roughly half a minute or so before doing the familiar shake and then pulling up my thong and quickly fleeing the scene! Would I find another wet spot on the next landing down if I were to return an hour later?

Back at the party, I decided to follow my own advice of taking a break from the alcohol and instead ordered a regular cola from the bar.
The next hour or so passed with me finally locating my friend again, although it took almost half an hour. I suspect she must've gone to pee at some point, but would she have queued for the toilets after what we had done earlier? I wanted to ask, but I also didn't want her to think I'm weird for bringing it up again, so I didn't say anything. I finished my drink and we went to the section of the room dedicated to being the dance floor.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who sometimes gets caught up in the moment in that situation, but a little over half an hour passed before we got tired and I hadn't noticed how badly I needed a wee before then. I was truly bursting, my bladder absolutely screaming for relief. My friend wanted to go to the bar to get another drink and asked me if I wanted anything.
"Just get me the same as you", I said with my legs crossed and added, "Gosh, I'm dying for a wee, feel like I'm about to burst".
"Sorry I'll have to.. I'll be right back", I added and just heard her giggle slightly as I headed towards the exit. She definitely knew what I was about to do.

I didn't have time to scope out an exciting spot so I simply hastily walked towards the stairs. The area outside of the room was empty this time, which was good because I'm sure it was very obvious to anyone looking at me that I desperately needed to pee so if they saw me coming back shortly afterwards, they absolutely would know I had just relieved myself somewhere inappropriate.
I opened the door to the stairs and went inside only to be greeted by the echoey sound of liquid splashing onto the hard concrete. Somewhere further down, someone was definitely peeing! I began descending the stairs, the heels of my shoes making my presence quite clear if it wasn't already from the door slamming shut, but the sound continued.
As the second landing came into my view, I noticed a dark-skinned girl, possibly of Indian descent, in a high squat in the centre of the landing with a strong, focused stream of wee hammering onto the floor and causing splashes to get everywhere. She looked a little younger than myself but not more than a few years. She must not have heard nor seen me yet as her gaze was clearly fixed on the floor whereupon she was relieving herself.
Suddenly she looked up and noticed me.
"Oh my god, oh you frightened me. I'm so sorry", she said, still peeing, "I can't stop"
"Just do what you need to do", I giggled.
"I just couldn't hold it, the queue was so long and I didn't know what to do", she said.
"Don't worry about it, looks like you're not the first girl to pee here anyway", I reassured her while completely hiding the fact that I was probably the first, although my posture may have made it clear what I came there to do.
She didn't respond at first, seemingly too fixated on her stream which suddenly ended abruptly after which she quickly pulled up her dark blue jeans.
"Oh my god, I so needed that!", she finally said with a very relieved look on her face.
"I can tell", I giggled and looked at the flood she had made. With the two other girls' puddles and now this one, half of the landing was covered in pee and plenty of splashes in the surrounding area as well.
"And mhm, I saw the two puddles with the tissues. That's just darn dirty, but it gave me an excuse to just give up and let it go. I swear I'm not someone who just pees in public anywhere but I truly couldn't hold it any longer. It'll just dry, right?", she said as she began ascending the stairs. She was definitely eager to get away from the scene.
"You're not gonna say anything, right?", she looked back at me and asked after moving past.
"Of course not, relax. Why do you think I came down here? The queue is so long up there! Don't you worry", I giggled with one hand holding my crotch.
"Oh," she eased up and let out a giggle, "okay I'll get out of your way then, thanks for not being offended".
I hurried down to the fourth landing which was still dry, but not for long. I felt a spurt make its way out about halfway down the set of steps and so I simply yanked my thong aside as I crouched and parted my legs and then got my skirt out of the line of fire. But I had started peeing before getting my skirt out of the way so it did get a little bit of wee on it.
My stream increased in pressure and quickly shot out far and rained down onto the landing below, almost completely missing the lower steps. The impact made a loud noise that echoed throughout the staircase. I'm sure I was peeing for a whole minute, drenching the landing below and seeing my wee run down the next set of steps. A quick shake using my hand and I moved my thong back in place and stood up. Definitely one of the most desperate wees I've had to do! It was only fitting to do it in such a thrilling place!
As I ascended the stairs again, I noticed upon reaching the second landing that there was a bit of a hint of wee smell. Obviously nothing like the alleyways near the clubs on a Friday night, but there was a bit. I hoped that it would disappear quickly once the puddles had all evaporated, but at this point I also thought that these stairs might see more wee as the night progressed with people getting more drunk and more impatient with the toilet queue. What do you do if you're a drunk gal in need of a wee, trying to find another loo but instead come across obvious pee puddles and perhaps even a slight smell of piss in the staircase of the hotel? Of course you just crouch down and pee, thinking that a little more won't hurt.

I returned to the room and found my friend who had a drink for me.
"Feel better now?", she giggled.
"So much better! I had to go so badly", I grinned.
"So... Where did you go? I'm just wondering", she laughed.
I leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear because I was afraid the people nearby would be able to hear.
"In the staircase. It's pretty private and who uses the stairs this far up?", I said.
She giggled but didn't say anything so I decided to add the bit about the other girl.
"And I even caught a girl peeing there as I entered"
"Oh my god, I hope that's not a habit being picked up. It's gonna stink in the morning!", she managed to say before continuing to giggle.
I realise this letter is getting extraordinarily long, but we're almost done I promise!
My friend and I took a couple of vodka shots (disgusting honestly, I can still taste the regret) which hit me super hard. I recall crouching to pee on the carpet somewhere out in the corridor, but I'm afraid I don't have details for you. Later on I had sobered up and regained my senses. I think it was around 3 in the morning at this point and my friend and I decided to call it a night. We were both still quite drunk, but more aware than what I had been just a little earlier. Riding the lift down I realised I needed a wee so darn badly and was about to just crouch down and pee on the lift floor, but my friend stopped me.
"Anise no!", she said, "not in the lift! There's a camera!"
"We're almost outside. I need a wee really bad too, we'll go in an alleyway don't worry!", she fumbled with the words.
"But I want to pee on the floor", I protested.
The lift skipped the lobby floor as it appeared my friend had accidentally chosen the lower level which was the hotel's underground parking garage.
She was about to press the button again, but I stepped out of the lift because I wanted to have a wee!
"Come on, Anise!", she beckoned.
"No, I'm gonna pee!", I said and immediately headed towards the corner nearest the lift.
"Okay fine then", my friend sighed and followed me.
I was already in the middle of weeing on the cement floor by the time she reached me.
"Go ahead and pee", I laughed, "you said you had to go!"
"Yeah", she let out a slight giggle and started drawing up her dress.
Just a moment later her thong came down and she crouched low, parted her legs and began weeing.
"It feels so good, I swear I was about to piss myself", I sighed.
The two puddles we were creating began merging.
"Anise?", my friend suddenly said as my stream started waning but she was in full flow.
"What's that?", I asked.
"Did you even wee in the loo tonight? I swear I never saw you going in there", she giggled.
I giggled as I shook off the last drops of wee.
"Uhm... I don't think so", I continued laughing, "it was so much easier just to leave the room and pee somewhere else"
"Oh god, the hotel is gonna smell of wee in the morning", she giggled as her stream abruptly ended.
We entered the lift again as I told her more than a few girls seemed to have gone into the staircase to pee.
"Sounds like I should've done that", she giggled as we rode the lift up.

 

We then took a cab home and I got some much needed sleep. I remember waking up a little past noon, a bit groggy, but the memory of weeing in the hotel was very clear in my mind. I hope to do something like it again!

 

And just an extra tidbit: The organisers of the party posted on social media that the hotel owners had contacted them saying that several people appeared to have urinated in the staircase so they were charging them an extra, expensive cleaning fee. Actually, let me copy-paste part of the message:
"Not only is this disgusting and disrespectful, it also increases our costs for hosting such a party and is likely to mean that we will have to raise ticket prices at future events. Please, everyone, pee in the bathroom!"
I remember that the comments were full of disgust and people being appalled that someone would just go ahead and wee on the floor, but I did spot a few people arguing for more bathrooms if they were going to sell that many tickets. I like to think some of those people were guilty of weeing down the stairs like me.
So that's it. I know this was a long one, but you know how often you end up having to pee at a party!

Anise

 

[Alfresco 11,610]

@somedood123  fantastic party account and I am glad that Fiona could be an inspiration.   I wonder if Anise will ever use a toilet at a party again.....

[somedood123 398]

3 hours ago, Alfresco said:

@somedood123  fantastic party account and I am glad that Fiona could be an inspiration.   I wonder if Anise will ever use a toilet at a party again.....

Thank you. Yes, I think perhaps Anise has opened a door she will have trouble fully closing again....

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

This is the next chapter in Elaine's wet adventures. This includes deliberate female wetting, nudity, masturbation, and furniture and bed wetting.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Several members have messaged me and asked me to write the next chapter in my story, to tell all about our girls' night. Well, in case you haven't been following, I have embraced my pee fetish and recently started peeing and wetting in my house. So far I have wet my couch, my floor, my bed, my kitchen, and my front porch. After telling my coworker and friend Sharon about it, she wanted to come over to my place for a girls' night.

After I got off the phone from her, I went to my room to find something to wear. I decided to wear a long t-shirt with a pair of black leggings without panties since we would likely just be staying around the house. It would also make peeing and wetting so much easier. I felt a slight wave of pressure, and I was tempted to break the tights in before Sharon even arrived. Instead, I sat my bare bottom on the corner of my bed, sitting directly on the blanket, and just relaxed. It wasn't much, but it was enough to warm my bottom, and it still felt great. 

When I finished, I got dressed, and then I stripped the blankets and sheets from my bed. I was amazed, but not exactly surprised, by the huge wet spot on my mattress. It covered nearly all of the center of it and would be obvious to anyone who looked. I wasn't sure if it would be any less noticeable after it dried, but I knew that at this point it was too late to care. Without even worrying about the big wet spot, I put a new sheet and blanket on my bed. I carried the wet blankets and sheets to the laundry room, then I walked into the kitchen to gather the towels I left on the floor. Through all of this, I could just barely catch a pee smell, but it wasn't overwhelming, and it may have just been because I was carrying the towels. I dropped them in the laundry pile and then walked back to the kitchen to grab some bottles of water. As I was carrying them to the living room, there was a knock at the door.

"Perfect timing," I said. I opened the door, and Sharon greeted me with a smile and some bags full of food and drinks. I caught a glimpse of wine coolers and cans of beer. "Are we… having a party?" I asked.

"It's girls' night, so we need drinks and snacks, right?" Sharon said.

"I guess," I said, laughing.

"Okay, but first things first, I've had to piss since I left work." She grinned at me and just stood there expectantly. I giggled at her eager smile.

"Be my guest," I said. Sharon cheered as she sat her bags down and rushed over to my couch.

"Are you sure it's okay?" she asked. "I can go somewhere else, but I need to decide soon."

"It's fine," I said. "It might even still be damp."

"Oh thank god because I really need to go," Sharon said. She tugged down her jeans and panties and sat her naked bottom onto my couch cushion. She gasped and then giggled. "Yep, still damp and a little cold, but I'm about to warm it up. Ahhhhh." She sighed and soon a steady dribble of pee flowed out of her and soaked into the cushion between her legs. Sharon moaned with relief as her warm pee splashed into my couch. "God that feels good." It was a lot of pee and it darkened the cushion between her legs and spread as she continued to sigh and moan, but it was over fairly quickly. Sharon looked down and smiled as she looked at the wet spot under her. "Whew. I really had to go," she said. Sharon surprised me by kicking off her scooting back on the couch and getting comfortable. "What?" she said, as if reading my expression. "I'm going to enjoy this as much as I can.

I sat in the recliner across from the couch as Sharon reached into the bag and expertly popped the cap off of one of the Wine coolers. She handed me one and I twisted the cap and took a sip. As soon as the liquid hit my mouth, I felt a slight pressure in my bladder. I decided to hold it, though, as we talked about our plans for the evening. Sharon said it had been a busy, stressful day at home this morning and at work that day, so all she wanted to do was relax, get tipsy, maybe watch a movie, and piss anytime and anywhere she needed to, if I was okay with that. Of course I was.

I relaxed in the recliner and switched on my television. I turned on Netflix, and we started watching one of my favorite movies, Silver Linings Playbook. Sharon and I had both read the book and had seen the movie several times but loved it enough to watch it again. About thirty minutes into the movie, Sharon sat up in her spot on the couch and sighed as another soft dribble of pee seeped out of her and soaked the cushion again. By this time, I was really feeling pressure in my bladder. I was still wearing my leggings, and I decided not to even move from the position I was in on the recliner or take my eyes from the movie. I relaxed my hold on my bladder, and soon a warm dribble of pee soaked the crotch of my leggings and warmed my bottom as it soaked into the chair under me. I could hear it hissing through my leggings, but I kept my focus on the movie. Soon it was only a trickle, but I sighed at the soothing relief of it.

After the movie was over, Sharon said she was getting hungry, so we walked to the kitchen. I went to the counters next to my sink to search through my snacks. I didn't notice that Sharon had walked across the kitchen to the table until I heard her say, "Umm… this seat is wet." I looked up from the cabinet and saw her sitting on the kitchen chair that I had wet yesterday. I laughed.

"Yeah, sorry, should have warned you." I reached back into the cabinet and grabbed a bag of tortilla chips and a jar of salsa. Then I turned around to see Sharon sitting up in the seat with her legs spread.

"Well, since it's already wet I might as well." As soon as she said this, she sat still and I heard a hissing sound. I looked and saw the crotch of her jeans glisten as a wet stain spread first on her jeans and then on the chair. "Ahh, that feels nice. My ass was already kind of wet, so…. Ohh." The wet spot grew and glistened again, and there was a dripping sound as some of her pee soaked through the cushion and dripped to the floor. "Ohhh, man, I love how it swirls around in my crotch before it soaks through the denim. Mmm." The glistening stopped, and Sharon sighed.

As I watched her enjoy wetting her jeans, I felt a small bit of pressure in my bladder. I was standing next to the sink, and I smiled as I had an idea. I turned my back to the sink, and then used my hands to lift myself up onto the counter and slide my bottom back and down into the sink. I did not take my leggings off because I really enjoyed the feeling of my pee spraying through them earlier. Sharon looked at me and smiled. 

"Oh, that's a good idea," she said.

"I sure thought so," I said. I spread my legs as much as I could and relaxed as my warm pee sprayed out of me and squirted through my leggings. We could hear it hissing through them and splashing into the sink with a metallic pattering sound.

"Wait, are you not wearing panties?" Sharon asked.

"Ahhhh, nope," I said. My pee was coming at full flow now, spraying messily from my crotch.

"How does it feel?" Sharon asked.

"Amazing," I said. "It doesn't spread like with pants and panties, but it just feels… different, like it sprays and splashes and still gets my crotch warm. Ohhh." The last of my pee seeped through my leggings and dribbled into the sink. I let it drip for a few more seconds and then carefully lifted my bottom out of the sink and hopped back down off the counter. I wasn't completely finished, though, so I let the rest of it trickle down my legs.

We carried our chips and salsa and our wine coolers and bottles of water out onto my back deck. My yard is fenced in with no other nearby neighbors, so I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be peeing myself out here, and Sharon would likely join me. I placed our snacks on the small table between the deck chairs, which are wicker chairs with cushions on them, and we sat down. 

We relaxed and talked more, drinking our wine coolers and snacking on chips, talking about the movie we watched, about Sharon's husband and boys, about the library. I heard Sharon sigh and then heard a pattering sound as she peed into her jeans and it soaked the cushion under her and dripped through the deck chair and onto the wood of my deck. "Ahhh, that's nice," Sharon said. The glistening in her crotch stopped for a moment, though. "Hey, can anybody see us back here?"

"No," I said. As soon as I said this, Sharon smiled and lifted her bottom as she unsnapped her pants, slid them down, and kicked them off. Then she sat up straight, sighed, and started peeing directly into the cushion. "Ohhh, yeah, that feels better. Ahhhhh." She closed her eyes as her pee dribbled softly and quietly and dripped through the chair to the deck floor.

I considered also taking my pants off, but I wanted to feel my warm pee soak through my leggings one more time, and I decided to do it standing so I could feel it run down my legs. I stood up from the chair and looked down at my crotch.

"What are you doing?" Sharon asked.

"I'm gonna… just… ahhhhh." I let go and felt my warm pee spray all over my inner thighs and dribble down my legs, soaking the crotch of my leggings and spreading all the way down to my feet. It hissed out as I let go fully, sighing to show my pleasure. After a few seconds I cut off my flow and pulled my leggings down just to my thighs, let my arms relax at my sides, and then let go again, spraying a loud messy stream that splattered down and through my leggings, making a mess all over my legs. I peed like this until my flow finally ended, and then I slid my leggings down and sat my bare bottom down in the deck chair.

We talked more until Sharon said, "You know what, screw it," and pulled off her shirt and bra. I giggled and then slid off my shirt and bra, as well, so that now we were both sitting completely naked on my back deck. "This feels so freeing," Sharon said. "I totally get the appeal of the whole nudist thing." I laughed and agreed. "Plus, it's convenient for this." Sharon scooted forward in her seat, spread her legs, and sprayed a steady stream of pee onto the deck. Her pee splashed against the wood until she scooted back, still peeing, letting it soak into the cushion again. "Mmm, god I love how it feels soaking in like that. Ohhh."

I sat watching her until I felt I needed to pee again. I did not even move but just relaxed and felt my bottom get warm as my pee dribbled out of me and soaked into the cushion. "Mmm, I agree," I said.

Later, as we were making our way back into the house, not even bothering to get dressed, I had a bold thought that was both scary and exciting as we walked up the steps leading from the deck to my back door. What if someone could see us? It would have been quite the sight, two young curvy women, a little nerdy but still cute and obviously very naughty, lounging around naked and walking along the deck into the house, still very naked and unashamed of our bodies. As Sharon stepped through the back door, I turned to face my deck and squatted right there on the top step. I sighed and released a strong jet of pee that sprayed out onto the wooden deck. It was over in ten seconds, but I smiled as I stood up, shook my bottom, and then turned to walk into the house. As I turned, I saw Sharon standing there in my back room with a stream of warm pee spraying out of her and down her legs onto my carpet. "Sorry," she said. "Watching you go just made me have to pee, so I just let it go." She had a wicked smile on her face, and I just laughed.

It was getting late, and we talked about sleeping arrangements. I told Sharon about the wet stain on my bed and showed it to her, thinking it would lead her to wanting to sleep elsewhere. The stain had soaked through the sheet a little, and although  it wasn't as big as it actually was, it was still obvious. However, Sharon looked intrigued. "I mean… it wouldn't bother me. And… I might have to pee sometime tonight…." She grinned at me. There was also the mutual concern about sleeping in the bed together. I had not shared a bed with anyone in years, but I had become so close to Sharon that the idea didn't bother me. "We should get dressed, though, because no offense I'm not sure how I feel about sleeping naked next to another woman." I agreed, and soon we put on our pajamas: a light blue nightgown and matching panties for me and Sharon had on a pair of pink pajama shorts with kittens and a top with a smiling kitten that said, "Don't hate me because I'm so cute." I laughed when I saw it.

We climbed into the bed, and pulled the covers over us. As soon as Sharon scooted in she said, "Oh, I think I feel the wetness now." The longer we lay there the more I could feel it, as well. "It's kind of cold," she said.

"It is," I agreed.

"You want to warm it up?" Sharon asked. She was laying on her back, smiling at me. I did want to, but even after everything else that had happened, I wasn't sure how to feel about wetting my bed with Sharon right next to me or even how she would feel about it, even though she was the one suggesting it. She didn't wait for my answer, though. "I have to pee right now, so… ahhhhh." I heard the hissing sound of Sharon's pee as she soaked her panties and shorts right there in my bed. "I'm sorry, Elaine, but… ohhh… I really wanted to wet the bed… Mmmm. Oh my god that feels so good." I could hear it dribbling into the bed, and in spite of my reluctance I knew I wanted that feeling, as well.

I brought my knees up closer and spread my legs. Sharon was panting as her pee was still seeping out of her and into my bedsheets. I decided to try something, and I reached down to pull my panties aside. I relaxed and sighed. Right away, a strong spray of warm pee splashed out of me, soaking my crotch and dribbling into my sheets. I gasped as it started to pool between my legs and warm my bottom. "Oh my god," I said.

"Mmm hmm," Sharon said. I looked over at her and saw that she was touching herself under the covers. I could feel her leg brush against mine as I started to pee full force. I couldn't help but reach my fingers to my wet slit and touch myself, as well, ignoring the dribbles of pee that soaked my fingers, my thighs, and my bed. Pretty soon I was gasping and panting as I could feel my orgasm building. Sharon was also moaning and squirming. I put my legs down, still peeing and still rubbing myself, and Sharon started to cry out. 

"Ohhh shit, I'm gonna cum," she said. I gasped again, feeling my climax build until finally I bucked my hips and squirted a final stream of pee as I screamed.

"Oh my god, oh, oh, OHHHHHhhh!" Sharon screamed as well, and I could feel her bare skin against mine as I screamed and felt the warmth of my pee under me. We panted and sighed as our orgasms ended and we just lay there in warm bliss.

I was surprised when Sharon just said, "Good night," rolled over onto her side facing me, and closed her eyes. I smiled and looked at her, but I was also pretty tired, so soon my eyes were closed, as well, and I drifted off to sleep shortly after.

As I expected, late into the night I woke up needing to pee again. I was laying on my left side facing Sharon, who was laying on her stomach with her head turned facing me. I looked at her, and she seemed to be fast asleep. The wetness under us had become cool again, so I decided to just relax and let my pee go into the bed. It filled my panties quickly and then dribbled out and into the sheets and mattress. As I was enjoying the warmth of it as it soaked into the bed under me, Sharon moved a little and then opened her eyes.

"Are you peeing?" she asked in a sleepy voice.

"I am," I said. We could hear it now as it dribbled into the puddle that was forming under me.

"Oh, I can feel it flowing over here," Sharon said, giggling. "Guess I might as well… ahhhhh." After her sigh, I heard a second hissing sound as Sharon let her pee go, as well, letting it just spray out of her and into her shorts and the bed. Neither of us peed for very long, and as soon as we were finished we both drifted back to sleep without another word.

In the morning as the sun peeked through my window, I opened my eyes. The coldness under my bottom reminded me of the night's events, and I felt a mix of reluctance and acceptance. It wasn't regret, and of course it happened, so it was too late to take any of it back, nor did I want to. But I had literally slept with another woman, peed and masturbated right next to her, and now I was waking up with her in my very wet bed.

Sharon squirmed and then stretched and yawned. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Good morning," she said.

"Good morning," I said. Sharon must have heard from the tone of my voice that something was bothering me.

"Hey, if you're weirded out about last night," she said.

"No, no, I'm not," I said. "I just… it's been a while since I shared a bed with anyone, and I was a little worried that you were weirded out…." 

Sharon pulled the covers off of her and sat up with her legs stretched out in front of her. "That's ridiculous," she said. "If I was weirded out, would I do this?" She sighed and a messy burst of pee soaked the crotch of her shorts. There was so much of it that it sprayed through the legs of her shorts and splashed to the sheet and mattress under her. "Ohhh, man, that's a lot of pee." She reached down and pulled the right leg and crotch of her shorts and panties aside and sprayed a stronger stream that splashed out in front of her, adding to the dark stain between her legs. "Whew, I really needed to go." It was still spraying out of her and dribbling into the soaking wet bed. "This… has been one of the best times of my life… ahhhhhh…. It feels so good to just… ohh... let it go in the bed…and I want to do it again." Her pee eased to a dribble, and I watched it trickle down her slit to the puddle between her legs. 

"Me too," I said. I sat up, as well, but instead of following Sharon's example I tucked my legs under me. Then I bunched the blanket up and shoved it under my bottom. I knelt down low until my pussy and bottom were touching the covers. I sighed until a steady flow of pee sprayed out of me and soaked into the covers with a loud hissing sound. I could feel it splashing into the covers and dripping to the mattress under me. "Mmm… it feels so good like this," I said. "It's splashing all over the blanket and my crotch, and it's so warm. Ohhhhh." I let go completely, soaking the blanket and the bed beneath me. My pee lasted almost a whole minute before it became a soft dribble that continued to soak the blanket.

When I was finished, we got dressed. Sharon had to work at 9, and I would be in later at 11. We agreed to continue our library shenanigans and to have another girls' night soon
 

Elaine