Wet Carpet magazine

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear wet carpet.

I'm a still good looking blonde in my early 40s. This is me...

Well for a long time I lived in a conventional marriage having conventional sex, but my husband spent more time down the pub than he did with me and in the end this led to divorce.

Well that was finalised three years ago and lately I've been seeing this guy who works as a civil servant. On the outside he seems pretty conventional, though never goes to the pub without me. But he has an interesting little thing. Before bed when I need to pee he likes to have me pee on his bedroom carpet beside his bed. I guess this adds a certain pissy aroma to his room but I have surprised myself by not being bothered. He says he loves it because it reminds him of me when I am not there. 

It feels very naughty, me a respectable grown woman in her forties, squatting and peeing on some guy's carpet right beside his bed. I can hardly believe that I do it, but the sheer naughtiness of it is a surprisingly good turn on. It's not even my carpet, lol. 

Me peeing on his carpet before bed, or during the night, and often first thing in the morning too, has become a regular little quirk. I get a naugjty thrill out of it to be honest. A grown woman old enough to know better, peeing on the carpet for fun. I love it.

 

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet.

This is me. Most people seem to think I look good but make your own minds up.....

I am in my early 20s now but I have had a thing about peeing for as long as I can remember.  I used to pee on my bedroom carpet, and would let friends do it too. I kind of enjoyed doing it. Unfortunately my mum was a lot less understanding when she found out and kicked me out. But that's rather hypocritical because I know for a fact that she likes being pissed on by other women.

Anyway, I began to develop fantasies about pissing just about anywhere and everywhere. By the time I was 20 I had moved into my own flat and was free to seek out porn. I loved reading stories about girls or guys pissing everywhere, and would seek out true confessiosn of that nature. I discovered this magazine and subscribed to it. Some of the things your female readers got up to are an inspiration.

I began to do random things like piss on the kitchen or bathroom floors or on the kitchen table. Really naughty but where clean up was easy.I did pee on the carpet beside my bed a couple of times but didn't want to ruin the carpet in my own flat, so declined to make a habit out of it. Besides, being naughty in my own place was not quite what I really wanted. My biggest fantasy was to pee wherever the hell I wanted in somebody else's place, vandalising it with my pee. Just seems so much naughtier and sexier than peeing on my own kitchen floor.

Well there is this maried couple I have been seeing, aged about 30, whom I found on a pee fetish site. This is them...

Turns out their fantasy was to have a girl randomly piss all over their house. That's their thing. And they live within easy travelling distance.  Seems the wife's thing is to pee on the floor in the corner of their bedroom, right there on the carpet. And she likes to hold his dick as he pees against the wall there. 

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I met them a few times, we got along great and I ended up going back to their house after a few drinks one evening. And I was given carte blanche. It was the most fun I had ever had, pissing right there on their living room carpet whilst they watched. It was a real turn on just pissing right there, and to be doing it right in front of them. 

After that, they announced that they were going up to their bedroom for a piss, and invited me to watch. Why not, I thought. So I followed them upstairs and into their bedroom, where I immediately noticed a strong smell of pee. Clearly this room had been peed in quite a lot. Anyway, his wife went over to the corner of the room and popped a squat, peeing on the carpet right there. Then she held his dick as he pissed against the wall in the same area. Their own personal pee corner.

Before I left, I needed to pee again. And they did say I could piss anywhere. So I went upstairs again into their bedroom with them following. I got up onto their bed and popped a squat. And started pissing right there all over their bed. They didn't mind at all and seemed to enjoy the show.

Since then I visit them most weekends, where they supply me with plenty to drink and let me do my thing. Anywhere I feel like. And I mean anywhere. I  have peed all over their sofa and the rest of their furniture, on tables and in drawers and cupboards. I have peed on their bed numerous times now. I have stood and peed against the walls in every room of their house. I have pissed all over their kitchen and bathroom floors, and even on the toilet without first bothering to lift the lid. Now their living room stinks of piss too, all the more so since they often no longer bother going upstairs to their bedroom to pee. His wife in particular seems now to enjoy squatting right there in the middle of the living room and pissing on the carpet.

Pissing all over the place in someone else's house is such a rush. I look forward to weekends a lot.

His wife though has developed a fantasy of her own. Apparently she wants to come back to mine and piss on my bedroom carpet. Fair's fair I suppose. I think I should let her do it.

 

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

This is the next letter from Anna. It contains desperation, wetting, peeing in public, peeing on furniture, and masturbation.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It's Anna again. As promised, I wanted to tell you about our movie theater experience.

We knew it would be kind of a long walk to the other end of the plaza, so we both bought a bottle of water from a vending cart. As we were drinking our waters, Mom spotted a sign that said "Bus loading here," and we both saw people getting off a nearby bus. We ran up to the bus, and Mom asked the driver, "Does this bus go past the movie theater?" The driver nodded and said that it did, so we hopped on.

There was no one else on the bus with us, but we still walked all the way to the back of the bus. Mom smiled widely when we both noticed a spilled drink on the floor and that the seat cushions were a very dark color, not quite black but close. Almost as soon as we sat down, Mom adjusted herself into a pose I was beginning to recognize, and then she sighed softly, and I could hear her pee hissing into the seat. I kind of felt like I could pee again, but I decided to hold it until we got to the movie theater. We drank more water and waited for the bus to pull up in front of the theater. As we exited the bus, Mom handed the driver $10 and smiled at him. He smiled back and I swear he winked at her, as well.

The theater was a big multiplex cinema, with 15 screens. We looked at the Now Showing posters and decided on which movie would be the least crowded that we still wanted to see. We walked in, bought our tickets, and then walked to the concession stand. Mom and I both ordered a large drink and a small bag of popcorn. We both started sipping our drinks as we were walking to the auditorium. Our movie was in one of the smaller theaters, and of course we walked all the way up to the back. The seats were made with soft cushions of a dark blue color. We both smiled at each other as we walked down the aisle to the middle and sat down.

I was really starting to feel the pressure in my bladder, but I wanted to hold it until the movie started so I could be sure there wouldn't be much of a crowd and also that the noise of the movie might cover up any hissing or splashing sounds. Mom, on the other hand, seemed to have no such compunctions as she scooted to the edge of her seat, raised her skirt, and squirted a stream of pee right onto the floor between her legs. She didn't do much, though, just a few seconds and then she scooted back into her seat.

As the previews started, we were still the only people in the theater. The pressure was really building in my bladder almost to the point of desperation. I decided the previews were loud enough and that the empty theater was enough to make me feel more comfortable about releasing completely. I smiled at my mother and started to slide my leggings down. As soon as I did, a small group of girls entered the theater. I gasped and pulled my leggings back up.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked. I pointed at the group of girls. "So?" Mom said. As long as they don't come up here, we're fine. But if you're that worried about it, just pee through your leggings."

"I can't hold it anymore anyway," I said. I sighed and released the hold on my bladder. Soon I could feel my hot pee spraying out of me, soaking my leggings and absorbing into the soft seat beneath me. I moaned at the beautiful feeling of relief and the delicious warmth between my legs. I could hear it hissing and burbling through my leggings and into the seat. I gasped and just closed my eyes and let it splash all over my inner thighs, no longer caring if anybody saw or heard, just giving in to the ecstatic release.

I saw my mother moving in her seat and was not surprised to see her lifting her skirt to place her bare ass and pussy over the seat. Then I heard her distinctive "Oh!" followed by a hissing sound. As my stream started to wane, Mom opened her legs, and we both watched her pee squirt out of her pussy and spray into the seat, making a dark puddle in the soft material. Mom opened her mouth and sighed as she peed fully into the seat. When we both finished peeing, we just sat back in our seats as the movie finally started. Mom smiled and then took a big sip of her drink. I laughed and did the same.

About thirty minutes later, I had to pee again. Feeling bolder than before, I slid my leggings down and placed my bare ass on the seat. Then I just relaxed and let my warm pee dribble into the seat. I loved the feeling of it pooling between my legs before slowly absorbing into the seat. Mom smiled and leaned close to me. "Feels amazing, doesn't it?" she said. I just nodded and sighed as I emptied my bladder.

A little later, as the movie was almost over, Mom scooted further back in her seat, hiked up her skirt, and raised her legs. I watched with surprise as she giggled and then peed a strong arc of pee that splashed against the back of the seat in front of her. She gasped, and I watched enraptured as she reached her fingers to her slit and started rubbing, not caring that her pee splashed messily. "Ohhh, my god," she moaned and continued rubbing even as her pee stream eased to a dribble. 

Not wanting to be left out, I scooted to the edge of my seat and pulled my leggings down just enough to expose my pussy. I didn't have to pee much, but I was already very wet from both excitement and from peeing earlier. I started rubbing my slit just as Mom's moans were reaching near orgasmic levels. Then as my orgasm built and she started to scream, I finally gasped and moaned as I climaxed and squirted a messy spray onto the floor. Mom sat back up in her seat and adjusted her skirt, and I pulled my leggings back up and sat back, as well.

We finished the movie without anymore wetting, but on our way out, as soon as we stepped onto the carpeting, Mom stood still, and I could just barely see the glistening in the crotch of her skirt and then small dribbles of pee running down her feet into her sandals and the floor. I smiled, and it only lasted a few seconds before we both hurried out onto the walkway at the bus pickup.

We didn't know how long of a wait it would be, and soon I had to pee again. There was no one else at the bus stop, so I sat on one of the benches and relaxed and just peed through my leggings and through the slats of the bench. I could hear it dripping under me, but I didn't care. I looked up at my mom as she smiled. Then I heard her say, "Oh" again and heard hissing and saw the crotch of her skirt glisten and a stream of pee flowing down her legs to the walkway. If anyone walked by right now there would be no hiding what we were both doing, but neither of us minded at this point. We were now so lost in the pleasure of our fetish that our inhibitions were gone. Soon the bus arrived, and we hopped on board to ride to another section of the plaza.

That's enough for this story. I'll tell more later.
 

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

Wetwulf, this story just gets hotter and hotter. I'd love to witness these 2 hotties in action. Maybe they'd let me join in, then we could have a 3some. 😉 Keep up the awesome work!

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

Another note, I wonder if the group of girls in the same theater heard or even saw what the 2 of them were doing, and if they had naughty pees and masturbation sessions of their own. That would be amazing on its own. Maybe they follow the 2 of them and introduce themselves... might it even be Kiki and her peeing friends? Small world, lol.

[Lutab 1,051]

20 hours ago, cjm3rcl1n3 said:

Another note, I wonder if the group of girls in the same theater heard or even saw what the 2 of them were doing, and if they had naughty pees and masturbation sessions of their own. That would be amazing on its own. Maybe they follow the 2 of them and introduce themselves... might it even be Kiki and her peeing friends? Small world, lol.

I like that idea. (Or you could write a chapter from their perspective. Hearing Anna and her mother then deciding to be naughty too.) 😜

[somedood123 398]

Hi everyone!

I'm Hailey and I was reading through letters here and some of Elaine's letters from last year stuck out for me (the librarian working at a prestigious university who found that some students would rather pee in the library than walk all the way to the bathrooms...). You see, I am also a student at a university and I'll be honest... I do that too... Have popped a squat and released my stream in the odd place around campus several times! Sometimes a girl just gotta go! It almost feels normal to me at this point... I honestly don't think it's that uncommon with older buildings. Many of the buildings here are old and don't have plumbing on the upper floors so let's say you're up in the library studying and you need to pee... Well you'd have to pack up all of your stuff and walk down several flights of steps just to go to the bathroom.

Why do I think it's not uncommon? Well I was talking to an old friend from high school recently - who moved to a different state for university - and she happened to mention something about the library in which she often studies... Also an old building as far as I understand. Well, she said that there's an area that often smells a little of pee. I immediately knew what she meant because I'm guilty of it myself... but I didn't really "confess" but just giggled... but I'm certainly the type of girl who will absolutely quickly pee in an out-of-the-way corner rather than pack up all of my things and walk down multiple flights of stairs just to get to a bathroom. I've been doing that since high school! It's just a little pee, who's gonna care or even notice? And it wouldn't surprise me if my friend did the same sometimes. We've definitely popped a squat together several times so I know she's not someone who will absolutely only pee in toilets.

I tend to drink a lot throughout the day, mostly water, but I do like to start my day with a quick visit to Starbucks. But when I have a large bottle of water that I usually end up drinking fully throughout an afternoon of studying... Well, at some point my bladder ends up being very full and I need to PEE! Usually that's before even finishing the bottle or my study session, so what am I to do? Gather up all of my things, completely interrupting my flow of studying, just to walk all the way down to pee in a toilet and then go upstairs again and unpack? No way am I doing that just for toilet break when peeing somewhere nearby works perfectly fine for me. I don't need a toilet! I guess you could say I've kinda "marked my territory" in multiple places around campus, since it's pretty often that I'm not anywhere near a bathroom in those situations! A keen student indeed...

There are multiple library sections on campus, different institutes and such, but the one I often stay in has a section that is pretty much perfect for what we're talking about here. Down at the far end wall, some of the bookcases are placed in such a way that they create a small private area that essentially gives you four walls of cover if you don't count the little gap between a bookcase and the far end wall. It's practically begging for a girl in need to use it as a pee spot considering the closest bathroom is quite far away! And this girl right here has certainly done that several times! And I don't think I'm the only one. The floor in the library is covered with a very dark green carpet that is quite absorbent, so the pee just kinda soaks in and dries, and no one has any clue! Well... Not unless you look for it and I have noticed a damp spot on the carpet even when it's been a few days since I last peed there... So there are probably other girls who don't bother with the long stretch to the bathroom! Have noticed a tissue once so that was definitely a giveaway. Personally I don't wipe when peeing like this, also the tissue is a giveaway that someone peed there, you know. But I shave my pussy pretty often so there's never any hair for pee to get stuck in and I can just "piss and shake it" so to speak (handy tip for other girls who find themselves in situations where they have to pee with no bathroom, seems that you never have tissues with you in those times!).

I remember Elaine mentioning guys who are peeing like on the walls in the staircases and such and that's probably also the case here. I have seen a wet streak on the wall in a staircase once, but it's not like the staircases ever smell of pee so maybe it's not that prevalent. Then again, I think we are more girls who are kinda spending time studying. No offense to you guys but at least the ones in my classes seem pretty lazy when it comes to school... So I guess it makes sense that it might mostly be us girls who are resorting to peeing in hidden corners around campus... Well we have to pee! And we tend to pee more often than guys, I think.

I've actually gotten caught peeing one time. I was in one of the libraries in another building and had to go super bad after drinking almost a full bottle of water, but of course the closest bathroom was down four flights of stairs and I definitely wasn't about to pack up all of my things just to pee.
I was looking around at possible solutions and spotted an emergency exit sign. Apparently this building had an extra staircase for emergencies (I guess you could say my situation was also an emergency, a pee emergency at least!). It was in the middle of the afternoon and, while the library wasn't crowded, it definitely wasn't empty either. I got up from my seat and began walking to the door leading to the stairs, all the while kinda trying to discern whether anyone was paying attention to me. It didn't seem like they were though. I guess everyone was caught up in their own thing, fortunately. In hindsight, though, it probably did look really weird to see this one girl get up, without any of her things, and heading for those stairs. And even more weird if you notice her coming out just a few minutes later, probably looking relaxed! Well, never mind that... I really had to pee and my relief had to be just behind that door...

I quietly tugged on the door handle and opened the door. No one else in the library seemed to be paying any attention to me so I went inside and shut the door as quietly as I could. In the same moment the lights in the staircase flickered on. It was a fairly standard affair, concrete and gray and empty. In other words, a perfect location for me to pee! I was trying to decide where to go and decided to go down the first set of steps and just pop a squat on the landing. And here's something I found pretty funny because on that landing I noticed a discarded tissue in the corner, although the landing was completely dry, but I can't think of any other reason for there to be a tissue in this fairly unused stairwell. Probably another girl like myself had needed to pee... I didn't want to waste any more time and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and tore them down as I simultaneously squatted in the middle of the landing and then... ah! I released my pee. The relief! I had to go so bad. I don't usually wait this long before peeing but I had been procrastinating going because I didn't really know a good pee spot nearby, but looks like I found it! I was peeing hard and loud and my pee quickly formed a puddle on the landing, but this staircase was also one of those where the steps and landings don't go all the way to the wall, so I could suddenly hear my pee dripping over the side and hitting the steps below. Kinda funny!

But that's not all the noise I heard... I had been peeing for probably like 15 or 20 seconds at that point, still plenty left in my bladder, when I heard the door open. I didn't have time to react and I realized then that I was also completely visible from the door so there was nothing to do. I was about to be caught peeing... in the emergency stairwell of this university building... I also couldn't stop peeing, it just kept on going on and on...
But... It appears that I got very lucky. The person who entered the stairwell and quickly closed the door again was a redhaired girl about my own age, clearly another student.

"Oh", she said and seemed to let out a quick giggle when she saw me. Me there on the landing with a strong stream of pee going everywhere!
"Sorry I...", I began saying but what could I really say? Fortunately she interrupted me.
"Don't worry about it! I'm about to join you! I need to pee and this is a really good spot, talking from experience", the girl laughed and I could tell she was getting ready to pull down her pants and pee in the corner next to the door.
"Oh", I chuckled, relieved in more ways than one as my pee continued flowing.
"Yeah with how much we're paying for this education, I sure am not going to waste so much time running to and from the bathrooms when they are all pretty much on the ground floor.", she said, "I don't care, I'll pee anywhere when I have to go!".

I heard a hissing and splashing sound just a second later as the girl had clearly started peeing. My own pee stream was finally slowing down and after a few more spurts, I was all empty and ready to get back to the books! A quick shake and my jeans were back up and I ascended the stairs.
The girl was still peeing next to the door, very strongly I might add,  and creating a foamy puddle that, like my own pee puddle, was cascading over the side and splashing onto the steps further down.

"Mind waiting for me?", the girl said as I approached the door, "don't want people in there to see me with my pants down pissing on the floor, you know!"
"Good point", I chuckled and awkwardly stood there waiting for her to finish peeing.
"You pee around campus often?", the girl suddenly asked me as her stream was slowing down.
"I uhm... Well, sometimes", I giggled nervously, but it seemed like this girl would be fine with a full confession from me. Yes I pee around campus quite often!
She let out a giggle as she shook her bottom half.
"You're not the only girl around here who does that and I'm not just talking about myself", she said and continued, "it's pretty silly that some of the buildings around here don't really have bathrooms... so you know, you just do what you gotta do! After all, it's just pee. I'm healthy and I stay hydrated so what's the big deal?", she said as she pulled up her pants.
"Right, when a girl's gotta go, she'll pee anywhere", I said and let out a short giggle before we opened the door and parted ways.

 

This letter is getting a little long but I think I've made my point... College girls have to pee too and when the buildings don't have a bathroom... well, some of us don't mind letting our streams out in alternative places!

 

[rochauthrowaway 407]

This was intended for the five-sentence short form thread, but I guess it actually fits here better:

Rachel ducks out of the team bus, leaving behind the drained iced pineapple matcha cup she’s been sipping at ever since they left Des Moines, and dashes over to the first source of semi-privacy she sees – a sun-beat non-name cola vending machine situated off to the side of what she’s sure must be the only service station for a hundred miles.

She takes the briefest moment to glance around for potential onlookers, and when satisfied that no one is watching,  hurriedly tugs her volleyball shorts and then her low-cut cotton thong down to around her knees and exposes her nineteen-year-old outie cunt and postage stamp of dark brown pubic hair to the desert. Starts pissing just a little too soon and accidentally gets a little bit on her thong before it’s all the way down. She’s not too concerned about that though; mostly she’s just glad to finally relieve herself after five desperate hours spent on their bus. Excreted pineapple tea goes everywhere across the dust.

Edited June 27, 2021 by rochauthrowaway

[Bacardi 10,109]

@somedood123 😭😭😭 thank you for this gold! I love all of your stories!

[gldenwetgoose 21,455]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I know this is a really long shot, and I'm not sure this is allowed.  You see, I'm trying to reach out to someone and I'm really hoping they're a subscriber and will read this.

That someone is a lady called Diane who I guess will be in her early fifties now.  Her surname then was [name removed). We met when I was just turned 18 and she was several years older.  I still don't know how or why, but we ended up having a wild six months of passion where she transformed me from a lanky, shy kid into a man who was at least half competent in bed.  Not just in bed, we took every opportunity to do what kids do, meeting in her old Toyota during college free periods, in parks and once on top of [name removed] hill in a grassy hollow just in the shadow of the [name removed] monument.

She was amazing and I learned so much from her -  and I'm sure she inspired my massive pee fetish.  I can pin down the exact moment to one afternoon when we were in her double bed in the terraced house she shared. We'd already made love and I was lending a helping hand to further her pleasure (I'd learned about female multiple orgasms by that point).  She'd stopped me though and had said "I really want you to carry on, but I need a wee. If you make me cum I'll probably wet the bed". After a bit of playful tickling and giggling we ended up with her dragging me into the bathroom and laying me in the empty bathtub, then she squatted over my chest with her pubic triangle just in front of my face.  There was silence apart from my pounding heartbeat whilst she concentrated trying to release, but she couldn't do it.  Nothing.  Not a drip.

Diane had explained that it wasn't just me. She'd always been pee-shy in front of her previous boyfriend, unless she'd been absolutely bursting. Other than that she was quite uninhibited and had no qualms about peeing outdoors, just as long as she was alone though. She laughingly told me one day how she'd been having a wee squatting in the grass at the edge of a car park when a rabbit had run between her legs.  When we made love I quite often gave her my best attempts at oral sex and the taste of strong salty pee on her thick curly hair just above her pee hole used to drive me wild. 

But as a youth, I had no idea all of these things were normal, I'd never experienced pee play of any sort and despite our intimacy I was still a bit too shy to tell her what effect it had on me.  We carried on the lovestruck teenager thing, still got up to all sorts, but my big regret is that I didn't really show how much of an impact the pee aspect had on me. At the end of the summer I left to start university as planned and she carried on with her life.  We went our separate ways as friends, but in a time before social media or even mobile phones we haven't seen each other since.

Now Diane, if you're reading this - I want to say thank you for the most amazing summer of my life. I also want to say thank you for making a man of me and a genuine thank you for the gift of the fetish you created in me. I don't know if you ever gave that afternoon another thought. You're probably happily married now, but just on the very slim chance you're reading this and all the planets line up, I'd be delighted to carry on where we left off.  I'd love to find out at first hand if you ever got over your pee shy-ness, If you're reading Wet Carpet magazine then I guess we share a common interest.

Would love to hear from you.

 

[rochauthrowaway 407]

Five sentences, again.

 

Hannah hurries through the Christmas village, utterly desperate to relieve herself after drinking maybe a little too much hot cider at the party she just left. Fuck, she squirms, suddenly feeling a thimbleful of something warm rush into her panties; definitely a lot too much cider.

Eventually, she comes across snowman caught in a kaleidoscopic array of lights and falling snow. Unable to wait another moment, she ducks behind the snowman, lowers her black yoga pants and lace g-string down to around her knees so that Frosty gets an unobstructed view of her anus and unshaved twenty-three-year-old cunt, and immediately lets loose. She tries her best not to make a mess, but it gets everywhere regardless; the snowman’s coat gets absolutely drenched in her piss, and then she starts squirting urine onto the hem of his scarf, and a moment later she’s turned him into an island in a sea of steaming yellow.

[gldenwetgoose 21,455]

3 minutes ago, rochauthrowaway said:

Five sentences, again.

 

Hannah hurries through the Christmas village, utterly desperate to relieve herself after drinking maybe a little too much hot cider at the party she just left. Fuck, she squirms, suddenly feeling a thimbleful of something warm rush into her panties; definitely a lot too much cider.

Eventually, she comes across snowman caught in a kaleidoscopic array of lights and falling snow. Unable to wait another moment, she ducks behind the snowman, lowers her black yoga pants and lace g-string down to around her knees so that Frosty gets an unobstructed view of her anus and unshaved twenty-three-year-old cunt, and immediately lets loose. She tries her best not to make a mess, but it gets everywhere regardless; the snowman’s coat gets absolutely drenched in her piss, and then she starts squirting urine onto the hem of his scarf, and a moment later she’s turned him into an island in a sea of steaming yellow.

@rochauthrowaway - I moved your post, I'm thinking you meant to post it to https://peefans.com/topic/18600-short-form-porn/page/5/?tab=comments#comment-273341

(Usually the Wet Carpet Magazine are fictional letters to the imaginary magazine).

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

It was a real pleasure to hear from Hailey that someone else enjoys the convenience of using strategic places in their university library for a bathroom. It reminded me that I haven't submitted to your publication in a while, so I am happy to return to tell you more stories.

As you could expect, a lot changed for me and for Sharon. It was becoming a very regular thing for me to wake up and just relax and let my morning pee go in my bed. After spending a fortune on a nice, new mattress set, I bought an absorbent mattress protector, so my warm pee just dribbles out of me and soaks into the sheets and pad, warming my crotch and bottom. This almost always leaves me feeling very horny, so of course I rub myself to a very wet and satisfying orgasm. 

Then I would usually strip out of my pajamas (if I was wearing any) and walk around my house naked for a bit, make coffee, grab something for breakfast, sit in the quiet of my front room, maybe read a book. And of course if I need to pee during any of this, I just relax and let go: down my legs if I'm standing in the kitchen, squatting low when I'm over carpet, spreading my legs and soaking my couch cushions. It's such a wonderful way to pass the time before I have to get ready for work.

Sharon, unfortunately, has had to be a little more discreet because of her husband and kids. But she often calls me or tells me about sneaky ways she manages to find a corner of her house in a rarely used room or in her basement near a drain. Her most fun, however, occurs on laundry day when she can justify soiling whatever laundry she wants. She always chooses her days off to do laundry because then she is home alone while her husband and sons go to work or run around with friends most of the day. On laundry days, Sharon says her favorite thing to do is grab some blankets and lay them out on the floor somewhere and imagine she is in her bed and then spread her legs and just soak them with her warm pee. Sometimes she is even bold enough to bunch them up on her bed and kneel over them, enjoying the warmth of her pee as it soaks into the blankets. She said she once inadvertently soaked through to her mattress, but it wasn't much, and her husband never noticed or commented.

But of course our wetting adventures and sightings at the library are our favorite shared experience. Hailey's story reminded me of a time when Sharon and I were spying on a girl and thought she didn't see us looking, but then when she caught us it did not end how we thought it would.

We were on the third floor placing books near one of the study areas, and we saw a brunette with lovely curls. She was sitting alone on the floor near the back of one of the shelves.

"She's looking around a lot," Sharon said. It was possible that maybe she was just waiting and looking for someone, but Sharon and I had come to recognize that look. Our suspicions were confirmed when we watched the girl sit up just enough to move her skirt out from under her. She was sitting cross-legged, and soon her expression changed, and we could hear a very soft hissing sound. The girl looked around again, and then to our surprise she lifted the front of her skirt and looked at her soaked panties and the growing wet spot on the carpet between her legs. Then she looked up and directly at us and gasped.

"Oh shit," she said and looked startled. The hissing stopped, and the girl started to stand up. Knowing she had seen us, Sharon and I both stepped out of our hiding spot. "I'm so sorry," the girl said. "I really had to go, and the bathrooms are so far from here, but this is my favorite spot to study." Her face was red with obvious embarrassment. "I've made such a mess," she said.

"Hey, it's okay," I said, smiling. "We understand. This is a big library. It happens."

"Yeah," Sharon said, "you're not the first person here who's had to pee and needed to find a convenient place."

"Wait," the girl said, "so you're not mad?"

"Not at all," I said.

"Oh thank god because I still have to go," the girl said. Then she lifted her skirt and sank into a squat. Seconds later her panties filled with her pee with a loud hiss followed by a stream that fell quietly to the carpet under her. "Ohhh, that's much better." We watched as her flow of pee became a light dribble. Sharon was grinning, and she was also holding herself (or maybe touching herself?). "Do you have to go, too?" the girl asked.

"I do," Sharon said, "but I have my own sneaky way of going." Sharon sighed, and seconds later we could see shiny tendrils of pee running from under her dress and down her legs.

"Oh, wow," the girl said. Her pee was coming to an end. "That's amazing. Are you wearing panties?" Sharon shook her head. "Wow, that's naughty."

All of this was triggering my own need, but I decided to hold it until I was desperate. Once Sharon finished, she smiled at the girl who was now sitting again, ready to get back to studying. "Seriously, though," Sharom said, "if you ever need to go again, it's fine. Just don't get caught by anyone other than us, okay?"

"Got it," the girl said, giggling. "Hey, do you two want to hang out? I need a break from studying, and sometimes it's lonely up here." I smiled at Sharon.

"Sure," I said. "We could use a break from work, as well." Sharon and I sat down on the floor next to the girl. She told us her name (I'll call her Debbie) and that she was a second year Pre-Med major living on campus. Sharon and I told her a little about ourselves and about how we had started finding convenient places to pee while we were working and about the wet spots and about catching other girls and guys peeing in sneaky places in the library. We left out the part about catching people having sex, though.

"Well, it's good to know I'm not the only one," Debbie said. "I just get so focused on studying and hate to be bothered to go all the way downstairs or to the other side of the building when it's just so much more convenient to just let it out or find a corner."

"I know what you mean," I said. At this point I was really beginning to feel desperate, so I adjusted how I was sitting and, just as Debbie did earlier, sat cross-legged. Without saying anything to the ladies, I just relaxed and let go. I definitely could not hide what I was doing, though, because it hissed out of me and dribbled softly into the carpet. I also could not keep from moaning with relief and pleasure. Debbie looked at me, wide-eyed, and smiled. "Sorry," I said. "It looked like it felt really good when I saw you do it, and… ohhh… I was right." My pee squirted strongly into the carpet, and I could feel it splashing my inner thighs and legs and pooling at my crotch.

"That's my favorite way to go when I'm wearing a skirt or a dress," Debbie said. "I don't have to move much, and I can just pee directly into the carpet." As soon as she said this, we could hear another soft hissing. Debbie was sitting with her legs out in front of her, but it was still obvious to us that she was soaking her panties and peeing into the carpet.

"Okay, I don't want to be left out," Sharon said. Unlike us, though, Sharon sat up and knelt with her knees on the floor and her feet under her. She parted her legs just a little, closed her eyes, and then sighed as a messy dribble of pee fell from between her legs and splashed onto the carpet. Sharon giggled as she opened her eyes and looked down at the mess she was making. It didn't last very long, but it was a lot and made a messy puddle under her.

Unfortunately, Sharon and I had to get back to work and Debbie had more studying to do. But we saw her again another time sitting in a different spot on the third floor, and she was actually wearing gray leggings this time. I'm not sure if she saw us, but we watched as she looked around, bent her knees, and then sat up enough to slide her leggings and panties away from her bottom and pussy. Then she looked down open-mouthed and started to pee into the carpet. We heard her sigh and then moan as her flow increased, creating a puddle that glistened and quickly absorbed into the carpet. To our surprise, Debbie reached down and started to rub her slit. She must have already been quite horny because it didn't take long for her to start panting and was soon biting her lip to stifle a scream.

I heard Sharon squeal and turned back to see her sliding her hand down her black leggings and into her panties. Sharon backed into the corner, pulled her leggings and panties down to her knees, started to rub herself more furiously, and then squealed again as she blasted a stream of pee out behind her and onto the wall in the corner. Her knees buckled, and I thought she was going to fall over. 

Seeing this, I couldn't help but touch myself through the front of my skirt. I pushed the material into my pussy and relaxed and peed, soaking the front of my skirt and my fingers. Like Debbie, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as I rubbed harder and then orgasmed, squirting through my skirt and fingers.

After this, we looked for Debbie as often as we could, sometimes watching her secretly and other times joining her like before. Eventually, she graduated and we never saw her again.

Elaine
 

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Hi Wet Carpet

I work part-time as a bartender to make some extra money while I'm in college and I've read through some letters here and noticed some of you girls talking about peeing inside clubs and bars when there's a long line to the bathroom - in dark corners and such or even just under a table - so I thought I would give you a perspective from someone actually working at these places. And don't worry, I'm not mad or anything of that sorts, I understand... I go clubbing in my free time too and the toilets are always a mess and have massive lines! So I understand that sometimes you just gotta go and the bathroom just isn't a viable option. So you pee anywhere you can pee unnoticed!

I work in a nightclub, a somewhat trashy one you might say, like the kind where you're unlikely to be thrown out for sucking a guy's dick on the dance floor or enjoying a nice fingerbanging session in pretty clear view, you know what I mean. Well, the owner, my boss, didn't really care much about the state of the club as long as the money came in.

It's a fairly standard sized club with bathrooms located at the far end of the large room. One for the dudes and one for us girls. Yep, even though I work there I have to make due with the regular toilets and I'm sure you all know about the state of club bathrooms, especially at the end of the night. Not really a place you wanna head into to take a pee after a long shift before heading home. So usually what I would do was just say good night to my colleagues and head out the door, very eager to pull down my pants and release hours of built-up pee in the nearest alley. I'm generally of the opinion that peeing in the streets really isn't a big deal and I'll pick an alleyway over a dirty public bathroom every time even during the day. Have had some close calls but I think that's a story for another day! Sure, some people might get offended at seeing someone relieve themselves, but if you take precautions and don't do it right in the middle of a busy street, who cares? We all have to pee and the toilet is a pretty recent thing so I don't feel bad about peeing in public every now and then. We've all done it.

Although there was one time where I did something probably a little bad... It was almost 5 am. The club closes at 4, but my boss was keeping me longer to sort out some things and I just had to pee so fucking bad after hours of bartending. It had been a busy night so there had been no room for breaks (not that there was enough time to wait in line for the bathroom anyway) and my bladder was steadily approaching its limit. I really had to pee!

Finally I was let go and at this point it was so bad I almost considered actually heading into the piss-reeking dirty toilets if only to just pee right on the floor if the toilet was too bad. Not that I would be the first one, I suppose...
But instead, I headed out the door into the cold night air, almost running to get to my usual "toilet". As it came into view, I noticed there was a cop car parked in front of it and two officers talking to a guy and a girl. I'm guessing they had been peeing in the alley themselves. I do often see puddles and discarded tissues in there so I'm obviously not the only person to use it to take a piss. The smell of pee during the weekend is also a definite giveaway that this alley is a favorite for clubgoers in need of a pee.

Well that removed the alley as my intended place to pop a squat, but I had to go so bad at this point, even more as I had been anticipating relief being just seconds away, that I had to find an alternative sooner rather than later as holding it till I got home was a definite no.
My eyes darted around the street. Was there anywhere I could pee without risking the cops seeing me?

Suddenly I felt a spurt of pee dampening my panties and I panicked and literally just tugged on the door handle to this apartment building that was located a few paces from the alley and right where I was at that moment.

And the door turned out to be unlocked. My bladder knew what that meant. Pee time!

I had never just peed on the floor inside a building (unless we count next to the car in a parking garage), but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures. Like I said earlier, sometimes you just gotta go. And I sure had to go!
Once inside, the lights flickered on indicating I was the first in a while to come through. In front of me were stairs leading up but also a short hallway that curved to the side where there was an elevator. There was no time for pondering as my panties were already a little wet and my jeans would be drenched if I didn't pee immediately. Fortunately this spot in front of the elevator was perfect. I was hidden from anyone coming through the door or down the stairs and I would be able to hear the elevator and have time to react.

I ripped my jeans down and immediately exploded with pee as I moved into a high squat in the corner next to the elevator door. My pee was hitting the dark tiled floor and beginning to create a puddle while the splashing made quite a noise in there, but hopefully everyone was asleep at this hour.
My pee continued hammering the floor for a full minute before finally slowing down. Yeah, I really had to go! My apologies to the people living in that apartment complex.
A quick shake later and I began pulling up my jeans and then quickly got out of there, fortunately encountering no one.

The cops were still talking to the guy and the girl further up the street, guess they were trying to talk their way out of a public urination ticket, so I just quietly crossed the street and continued the walk home. The next time I got off work, the alley was empty as usual so it served as my pee spot again, but at least now I knew of an alternative.

Sorry that got a little off-topic. Enough about me peeing in some apartment complex and alleyways and back to the girls peeing inside the club.

At the side which housed the bathrooms, the room tapered off into a hallway leading to the bathrooms, but it also split into two. One side obviously leading to the bathrooms with the other going a little further and leading to a large supply closet that we didn't use for anything. The door had no lock (the building wasn't exactly built to be a large area accessible to the public) so I'm sure you can guess where this is going. Probably inevitable too with how close to the bathroom it was. You know when a girl's gotta go, especially a drunk girl, she will literally pee anywhere.

Anyway, one night as we were closing up I was checking the bathroom just to make sure no one was still inside. On the way back I noticed the door to the closet at the other end wasn't fully closed as it normally is so I went to investigate.

I flicked the light switch and the ceiling-mounted lamp lit up and revealed that the floor was wet in a few spots. Obviously I know the look of a pee puddle so I wasn't in doubt. It was piss, that's for sure. It didn't look like someone had been pissing in there all night, so it was probably just a group of girls who didn't like the look of that line and figured they could go for a quick pee in there. I guess they weren't wrong. My own group of friends are similar although we go outside instead. One of the quieter friends in the group is also a smoker and she tends to say something along the lines of "I'm gonna step outside for a smoke" and we all know what she actually means is "I'm gonna go out for a pee", and then we all typically follow and help each other find a good spot to hide and squat. But I guess I don't need to tell you that. I'm pretty sure just about everyone who goes to nightclubs is guilty of peeing in public every now and then.

As I stood there in the opening of the room looking at the puddles of pee on the floor, I got an idea because obviously my own bladder was starting to nag me as it usually does the last hour or so of a shift. It would likely still be 20 minutes or more before I'd be allowed to leave and here was an opportunity presenting itself. I could quickly empty my bladder and add to the other girls' pee and no one would know I did it.

A quick look outside to make sure none of my colleagues were nearby and I stepped further into the closet, but not before closing the door behind me. I found a dry portion of the floor and began loosening my belt. I had to be quick and I sure was. Down came the zipper. Down came the jeans.

I squatted low and released the hold on my bladder and watched as my stream burst forth and began creating a puddle that soon merged with the other pee puddles. My pee had a slight yellow tinge to it as evident by the puddle spreading on the floor. Makes sense though, I hadn't been drinking all night like the other girls who had peed in there. I do sip from a water bottle throughout my shift, though, so it's not like I'm dehydrated, fortunately.
I sat there peeing for about half a minute, watching as my stream sprayed out and wet the floor. It was kinda just like my usual squat in the alleyway. Pull my pants down, squat, piss. Wiggle to get the drops of pee off, pull my pants up, done. Walk away. That's the way I like to piss. No big deal. I can do it anywhere.

Seconds later I stepped out of the closet and left the door slightly open like I had found it. I decided not to tell my boss about my discovery as I'm sure he would've made me clean it up then and I really just wanted to go home to my bed. And this time I could go straight home instead of stopping for a pee in the alleyway.
As far as I'm aware, no one discovered the pee in the closet so it seems to have just been left to dry on its own and I highly doubt this was the first night some girls decided to pee in there.

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet,

Hello! It's Anna again. I'm sorry it's been so long since my last letter, but the good news is that once I finish telling you about my wetting experiences with my mother at the shopping plaza, I will have more wonderfully erotic stories to tell you. 

Anyway, where I last left off we had just left the movie theater and boarded the bus to ride to another part of the plaza. Since we had just peed while waiting for the bus, not much happened until near the end of the bus ride to the other side of the plaza. Mom and I were sitting next to each other in the very back of the bus. There were about three other people on the bus, not including the driver, so I think we were both being cautious. However, as the bus slowed to a stop and the other three people stood up, I heard my mom sigh, followed by a very soft dribbling sound. I knew she was peeing as discretely as she could through her skirt and into the soft cushioned seat.

I just smiled at her because I didn't have to pee yet. I was trying to hold it a little longer, hoping to feel some desperation and the pleasure of releasing it after holding for a while. We exited the bus and walked out towards one of the steak restaurants near the plaza entrance. We had both spotted this place on the way in because it had outdoor seating, and since the weather was nice we figured it would be perfect for what we had in mind. The hostess smiled when we told her we wanted a table outside and escorted us to a corner table along the edge of the building.

"Look," Mom said as soon as our hostess left us. I followed her gaze down to the patterned mats that were under each table, presumably to make it easier to clean spills. I giggled.

"Good, because these seats sure as hell won't absorb anything." The chairs were wrought iron with a meshed pattern, and I knew if either of us wet ourselves while sitting here, our pee would just drip directly through the chair. But we were blocked from anyone walking by in the plaza, and there was no one else in the outdoor eating area.

A few minutes after we sat, our server arrived. She was a cute and energetic plus-sized girl with red hair and shapely breasts. Her name tag said SHANNON. "Well, people don't usually request the outside seats," she said. 

"We're special," Mom said. I could feel my face redden. Mom winked at me when the server wasn't looking. My heart skipped a beat because I had no idea what she planned to do. "It's embarrassing, really," Mom said. I bit my lip in worry. "As I've gotten older, I have a little trouble controlling my bladder." I could feel my face getting even hotter. What was she doing? "And I know, I could ask for a seat near the bathroom, but sometimes that isn't close enough and I still don't make it. I just don't want to have an accident inside, you know?" I held my breath and stared at both of them, anxiously waiting to see what the server might say or do.

"Oh, sweetheart, I get it," she said. My eyes widened as she leaned closer to my mother. "I just had twins a few months ago, and they messed my bladder all up." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Sometimes when I have to work long shifts and this place gets busy, I get caught short."

"My goodness, I can imagine," Mom said. "What do you do then?" Mom asked.

"Mom," I said, feeling like this question was too far. But Shannon just giggled and smiled. "Well, let's just say the floor next to the drink station behind the bar is usually wet, so…." My jaw dropped. "And…," Shannon started to say but paused, then continued, "let's just say you're sitting in the right section. Outside, I mean." Mom glanced over at me and smiled. I couldn't believe what I had heard, but my stomach was also knotting up with the thought of what Shannon was implying. "Now, what will you ladies have?" she asked. 

We ordered our drinks and food, and as soon as Shannon walked away I stared at my mother. "I can't believe you did that," I said.

"Well, now that we know we have nothing to worry about," Mom said, and then she sighed, and seconds later I heard the sound of pee falling quietly from her chair to the rug beneath the table. I glanced down and realized that other than the clear drops falling from her chair, nothing else was showing. The rug was a dark color, so the drops of pee just soaked right into it.

"You're getting so much bolder," I said, laughing. 

"It's your fault," Mom said. I just shrugged. Soon, Shannon came with our drinks and smiled at both of us. Mom looked at her and grinned. "Well, you were right." Shannon looked confused for a moment.. "This was a good place to sit," Mom said. Shannon's eyes widened, but she was smiling as she looked down.

"Well then," Shannon said. And this is the part you may find hard to believe, but as soon as she said this we heard a hissing sound, and both Mom and I could see a trickle of pee fall from under Shannon's skirt. "Guess I won't need to wait until I get to the drink station." She sighed as the trickle became a steady flow that ran down her legs, dripped off her ankles, and all but disappeared into the rug. The best part about this was that no one knew what she was doing other than my mother and me. "I'll go see about your food," Shannon said, and then she walked away.

"I think we found a new friend," Mom said. I laughed and then gasped as I felt a small wave of pressure in my bladder. I hadn't peed since before we got on the bus, but I still wanted to hold on until I couldn't stand it anymore. "She's cute, don't you think?" Mom asked. I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, come on, you think I don't know you're attracted to women, too?"

"I mean… yeah. She's cute," I said. I was now to the point of clenching my legs together.

"What are you doing?" Mom asked. "If you need to pee then just pee." Then my mother gasped and smiled at me. "You naughty girl. You're holding it until you're desperate, aren't you?" I bit my lip and nodded. Another wave of pressure hit me, and I hissed and clenched my legs tighter. I knew I would be soaking my black leggings very soon.

Soon Shannon came back around, carrying a pitcher of water and smiling at us. "Just checked on your food, and it shouldn't be long," she said. Then she leaned over and poured water into my mom's glass. The sound of the water splashing into the glass was too much, and I started to squirt into my leggings. I had to stifle a squeal, but there was no hiding my red face and the sound of my pee splashing through the chair and onto the rug. Shannon looked at me, still smiling, and I could tell she knew. "You obviously need a refill," she said and then giggled and winked at me as she poured water into my glass. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I just moaned and let go completely. My warm pee hissed through my leggings, soaking my inner thighs and splashing through the chair to the rug below. "I'll be back with your food," Shannon said, and then she walked away.

Mom stared at me, open-mouthed. "You really just sat there and peed yourself while she watched!" she said. I couldn't answer at first because I was feeling something I hadn't felt in a while. My mother wasn't wrong that I had also been attracted to women but had sort of neglected that part of myself when I met my ex. I loved him, but when things started to fall apart, there was part of me that wondered if I had been neglecting something or trying to deny some aspect of me that was always beneath the surface. All I knew was that after wetting myself in front of Shannon, I felt very flustered and befuddled… and also very horny.

Shannon soon returned with our food. I could hardly make eye contact with her as she smiled and set my plate of food in front of me. My mother was the one who broke the tension. "So," Mom said. "This looks delicious. Thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome," Shannon said.

"And I have a question," my mother said. Shannon looked at her, still smiling. "It's rather personal, so I'll understand if you don't answer me, and we can just eat our food, leave you a generous tip, and go on about our lives." Shannon looked concerned, but she also seemed curious.

"Okay?" Shannon said.

"Well," Mom continued, "you said you have twins. Are you married?" I could feel my face get flushed again. 

"No, I'm not married," Shannon said. "The twins' father left not long after they were born. It's just been me, the twins, and some friends and family helping me out."

"Oh, I'm very sorry," Mom said.

"Don't be," Shannon said. "He's an asshole, and really we're better off. Honestly," she said and leaned closer to our table, "life is a lot more fun without him." As soon as she said this, we could hear a soft hissing and dripping sound, and I looked down to see another clear dribble of pee running down her legs to the rug. "Know what I mean?" she said and looked directly at me.

"Mmm, we do," Mom said. I heard another soft hissing and dripping and could see the clear trickles of pee falling from my mother's chair. Shannon giggled again.

"You two are something else," she said. "Do you have plans in about an hour?" I gasped and stared wide-eyed at my mother. 

"Ummm," Mom started, "not really. Why do you ask?"

"You just look like you're out to have a good time, and I happen to know a really great club on the other end of town."

"A club?" Mom asked. I was still speechless at this point, but I kicked at Mom's leg with my foot. "I don't know. Those places are usually a little wild for women like me."

"Oh, it's not that kind of club," Shannon said. She winked at me again, and I just wanted to melt right then and there. "I'm off in an hour. Meet me outside, and I'll take you there." My mother was now the silent one as she looked at me.

After some difficulty, I said, "We'll be there."

Next time, I'll tell you what happened next.

Anna
 

Edited August 14, 2021 by wetwulf

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[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

On 8/12/2021 at 1:00 PM, wetwulf said:

Dear Wet Carpet,

Hello! It's Anna again. I'm sorry it's been so long since my last letter, but the good news is that once I finish telling you about my wetting experiences with my mother at the shopping plaza, I will have more wonderfully erotic stories to tell you. 

Anyway, where I last left off we had just left the movie theater and boarded the bus to ride to another part of the plaza. Since we had just peed while waiting for the bus, not much happened until near the end of the bus ride to the other side of the plaza. Mom and I were sitting next to each other in the very back of the bus. There were about three other people on the bus, not including the driver, so I think we were both being cautious. However, as the bus slowed to a stop and the other three people stood up, I heard my mom sigh, followed by a very soft dribbling sound. I knew she was peeing as discretely as she could through her skirt and into the soft cushioned seat.

I just smiled at her because I didn't have to pee yet. I was trying to hold it a little longer, hoping to feel some desperation and the pleasure of releasing it after holding for a while. We exited the bus and walked out towards one of the steak restaurants near the plaza entrance. We had both spotted this place on the way in because it had outdoor seating, and since the weather was nice we figured it would be perfect for what we had in mind. The hostess smiled when we told her we wanted a table outside and escorted us to a corner table along the edge of the building.

"Look," Mom said as soon as our hostess left us. I followed her gaze down to the patterned mats that were under each table, presumably to make it easier to clean spills. I giggled.

"Good, because these seats sure as hell won't absorb anything." The chairs were wrought iron with a meshed pattern, and I knew if either of us wet ourselves while sitting here, our pee would just drip directly through the chair. But we were blocked from anyone walking by in the plaza, and there was no one else in the outdoor eating area.

A few minutes after we sat, our server arrived. She was a cute and energetic plus-sized girl with red hair and shapely breasts. Her name tag said SHANNON. "Well, people don't usually request the outside seats," she said. 

"We're special," Mom said. I could feel my face redden. Mom winked at me when the server wasn't looking. My heart skipped a beat because I had no idea what she planned to do. "It's embarrassing, really," Mom said. I bit my lip in worry. "As I've gotten older, I have a little trouble controlling my bladder." I could feel my face getting even hotter. What was she doing? "And I know, I could ask for a seat near the bathroom, but sometimes that isn't close enough and I still don't make it. I just don't want to have an accident inside, you know?" I held my breath and stared at both of them, anxiously waiting to see what the server might say or do.

"Oh, sweetheart, I get it," she said. My eyes widened as she leaned closer to my mother. "I just had twins a few months ago, and they messed my bladder all up." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Sometimes when I have to work long shifts and this place gets busy, I get caught short."

"My goodness, I can imagine," Mom said. "What do you do then?" Mom asked.

"Mom," I said, feeling like this question was too far. But Shannon just giggled and smiled. "Well, let's just say the floor next to the drink station behind the bar is usually wet, so…." My jaw dropped. "And…," Heather started to say but paused, then continued, "let's just say you're sitting in the right section. Outside, I mean." Mom glanced over at me and smiled. I couldn't believe what I had heard, but my stomach was also knotting up with the thought of what Shannon was implying. "Now, what will you ladies have?" she asked. 

We ordered our drinks and food, and as soon as Shannon walked away I stared at my mother. "I can't believe you did that," I said.

"Well, now that we know we have nothing to worry about," Mom said, and then she sighed, and seconds later I heard the sound of pee falling quietly from her chair to the rug beneath the table. I glanced down and realized that other than the clear drops falling from her chair, nothing else was showing. The rug was a dark color, so the drops of pee just soaked right into it.

"You're getting so much bolder," I said, laughing. 

"It's your fault," Mom said. I just shrugged. Soon, Shannon came with our drinks and smiled at both of us. Mom looked at her and grinned. "Well, you were right." Heather looked confused for a moment.. "This was a good place to sit," Mom said. Shannon's eyes widened, but she was smiling as she looked down.

"Well then," Shannon said. And this is the part you may find hard to believe, but as soon as she said this we heard a hissing sound, and both Mom and I could see a trickle of pee fall from under Shannon's skirt. "Guess I won't need to wait until I get to the drink station." She sighed as the trickle became a steady flow that ran down her legs, dripped off her ankles, and all but disappeared into the rug. The best part about this was that no one knew what she was doing other than my mother and me. "I'll go see about your food," Shannon said, and then she walked away.

"I think we found a new friend," Mom said. I laughed and then gasped as I felt a small wave of pressure in my bladder. I hadn't peed since before we got on the bus, but I still wanted to hold on until I couldn't stand it anymore. "She's cute, don't you think?" Mom asked. I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, come on, you think I don't know you're attracted to women, too?"

"I mean… yeah. She's cute," I said. I was now to the point of clenching my legs together.

"What are you doing?" Mom asked. "If you need to pee then just pee." Then my mother gasped and smiled at me. "You naughty girl. You're holding it until you're desperate, aren't you?" I bit my lip and nodded. Another wave of pressure hit me, and I hissed and clenched my legs tighter. I knew I would be soaking my black leggings very soon.

Soon Shannon came back around, carrying a pitcher of water and smiling at us. "Just checked on your food, and it shouldn't be long," she said. Then she leaned over and poured water into my mom's glass. The sound of the water splashing into the glass was too much, and I started to squirt into my leggings. I had to stifle a squeal, but there was no hiding my red face and the sound of my pee splashing through the chair and onto the rug. Shannon looked at me, still smiling, and I could tell she knew. "You obviously need a refill," she said and then giggled and winked at me as she poured water into my glass. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I just moaned and let go completely. My warm pee hissed through my leggings, soaking my inner thighs and splashing through the chair to the rug below. "I'll be back with your food," Shannon said, and then she walked away.

Mom stared at me, open-mouthed. "You really just sat there and peed yourself while she watched!" she said. I couldn't answer at first because I was feeling something I hadn't felt in a while. My mother wasn't wrong that I had also been attracted to women but had sort of neglected that part of myself when I met my ex. I loved him, but when things started to fall apart, there was part of me that wondered if I had been neglecting something or trying to deny some aspect of me that was always beneath the surface. All I knew was that after wetting myself in front of Shannon, I felt very flustered and befuddled… and also very horny.

Shannon soon returned with our food. I could hardly make eye contact with her as she smiled and set my plate of food in front of me. My mother was the one who broke the tension. "So," Mom said. "This looks delicious. Thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome," Shannon said.

"And I have a question," my mother said. Shannon looked at her, still smiling. "It's rather personal, so I'll understand if you don't answer me, and we can just eat our food, leave you a generous tip, and go on about our lives." Shannon looked concerned, but she also seemed curious.

"Okay?" Shannon said.

"Well," Mom continued, "you said you have twins. Are you married?" I could feel my face get flushed again. 

"No, I'm not married," Shannon said. "The twins' father left not long after they were born. It's just been me, the twins, and some friends and family helping me out."

"Oh, I'm very sorry," Mom said.

"Don't be," Shannon said. "He's an asshole, and really we're better off. Honestly," she said and leaned closer to our table, "life is a lot more fun without him." As soon as she said this, we could hear a soft hissing and dripping sound, and I looked down to see another clear dribble of pee running down her legs to the rug. "Know what I mean?" she said and looked directly at me.

"Mmm, we do," Mom said. I heard another soft hissing and dripping and could see the clear trickles of pee falling from my mother's chair. Shannon giggled again.

"You two are something else," she said. "Do you have plans in about an hour?" I gasped and stared wide-eyed at my mother. 

"Ummm," Mom started, "not really. Why do you ask?"

"You just look like you're out to have a good time, and I happen to know a really great club on the other end of town."

"A club?" Mom asked. I was still speechless at this point, but I kicked at Mom's leg with my foot. "I don't know. Those places are usually a little wild for women like me."

"Oh, it's not that kind of club," Shannon said. She winked at me again, and I just wanted to melt right then and there. "I'm off in an hour. Meet me outside, and I'll take you there." My mother was now the silent one as she looked at me.

After some difficulty, I said, "We'll be there."

Next time, I'll tell you what happened next.

Anna
 

"But Shannon just giggled and smiled. "Well, let's just say the floor next to the drink station behind the bar is usually wet, so…." My jaw dropped. "And…," Heather started to say but paused, then continued, "let's just say you're sitting in the right section. Outside, I mean.""

So, is it Shannon, or is it Heather? lol, this looks promising! Can't wait to read the next installment!

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16 hours ago, cjm3rcl1n3 said:

"But Shannon just giggled and smiled. "Well, let's just say the floor next to the drink station behind the bar is usually wet, so…." My jaw dropped. "And…," Heather started to say but paused, then continued, "let's just say you're sitting in the right section. Outside, I mean.""

So, is it Shannon, or is it Heather? lol, this looks promising! Can't wait to read the next installment!

Lol, I changed her name after I had written some of the story. I thought I fixed them all. Good catch. Thank you! 🤣

Fixed it! (I think).

Edited August 14, 2021 by wetwulf

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I've been seeing this 24 year old buxom blonde girl, and it's going great.

The first time back at her place we were laying naked together on her bed after having sex, when she announced that she had to pee. She got up off the bed and with a smirk just popped a squat right there beside it, saying, "I think I'll just piss here." And with a big smirk upon her face, within seconds there was a loud hissing and splashing as she started peeing there on the carpet. I couldn't take my eyes off, it just looked so sexy. 

I asked her if she made a habit of peeing on her bedroom carpet. She said that she didn't make a regular habit out of it but sometimes it was just easier. And more fun. Especially with an audience. She peed loads as well, making an enormous puddle right there on the carpet beside her bed.

When she was done she asked if I needed to go. I did actually so she told me to just piss against the wall beside the bed. Well why not? It's her flat and if she is okay with that I might as well do it. So there I was, butt naked and pissing against her bedroom wall, my piss flowing down onto the carpet. And she was laying on the bed gleefully watching my stiffening cock as my piss sprayed out. I said that I couldn't believe she was letting me do this. She just told me I wasn't the first guy to have ever peed against that wall.

Another time we were sitting in her living room watching TV when she said she needed to pee and couldn;t be bothered to go all the way upstairs to the toilet.  Instead she got up off the sofa, strode into the middle of the room, unfastened her jeans and lowered them and her panties whilst dropping down into a squat. Then she had a long hissy piss right there on the living room carpet. Whilst she was doing it I got my dick out right there and started to piss all over her. And I could tell she was loving it. Even when I pissed in her grinning face.

Last night we both had had a few drinks and spent much of the evening pissing all over her living room carpet and furniture together. When we staggered up to her bedroom, in our drunkenness we decided it would be great fun to piss all over her bed before having sex upon it. We woke up this morning still laying on that pissy bed, lol. 

I think I have found the woman of my dreams.

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Short, but hot. Nice story. 🙂

[steve25805 125,787]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm an attractive barmaid and popular with the male customers. This is me. It was taken when I agreed to work my shift in my underwear for charity. The guys loved it....

As you can tell I'm the kind of girl who is game for anything.

Anyway, I've been seeing one of the regulars on and off, kind of a casual thing. And whenever I am spending the night at his, when we are about to get into bed for the night he has this thing he likes to have me do. Basically he likes to watch me pee on the floor beside his bed, right there on the carpet. His side of the bed naturally. And to be honest I get a bit of a buzz out of it, just peeing on some guy's carpet right in front of him. It is kind of empowering, and fun to be naughty.

It's become a regular thing. Whenever I am at his place, just before turning in for the night - I am naked by then - I just pee on the carpet beside his bed.. If I need to go toilet during the night I'll generally be lazy and just amble around to his side of the bed and pee on the carpet there. He's not bothered and it's not my carpet so why not? Why bother actually going to the bathroom.? And when I wake up in the morning at his place, first thing I do when I get out of bed is wander around to his side of it and pee on the carpet again.

To be truthful, his bedroom actually smells quite strongly of piss now, but if he is ok with that I can live with it. He says it makes him think of me whenever I am not there. And the aroma is a constant reminder of my carpet peeing fun, so kind of arousing.

Whenever I am at his place I tend not to use the bathroom  of an evening if I can help it. I try and wait until bed time which I look forward to. I usually have a fairly full bladder by then and pee loads. A large area of the carpet beside his bed is almost continuously soaked unless I havent visited for a while. I think I am totally ruining his carpet which is awesome. A nice bit of piss vandalism, lol.

Am I just a dirty bitch? Or some kind of pervert? Probably, lol. I read this magazine after all. But considering that I've had guys who wanted me to pee all over them or who wanted to pee on me, just peeing on the floor is surely no biggie? Unlike the time when I was drunk and let this guy with a big dick pee in my face for the amusement of his girlfriend and her best friend. Compared to that, peeing on some guy's carpet is almost good clean fun, lol.

Edited September 6, 2021 by steve25805

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2 hours ago, steve25805 said:

This is me. It was taken when I agreed to work my shift in my underwear for charity. The guys loved it....

 

I bet they did!   Lovely photo!

I'd happily let her pee by my bed too.

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I am 50 years old but look good for my age. This is me....

And I have a naughty pleasure.

You see, I like to pee on the floor because I get a kick out of doing it. I always have. Not only do I squat and pee in the kitchen and bathroom whose floors are tiled. I also like to pee on the carpet - in my bedroom, in the living room, in the hallway. I get such a buzz out of the sight and sound of my golden hissy piss splashing down onto the carpet and soaking in.

I've been doing it since I was a teenager and it has always seemed normal for me. You see, I knew my step mother sometimes peed on the carpet beside her bed out of convenience. I'd seen her doing it. One time I walked in on her and she just matter of factly carried on pissing like peeing on her carpet was the most natural thing in the world. When she caught me doing it in my own bedroom, she was surprised for a moment, but lowered her panties and hoisted her dress as she popped a squat in the middle of my bedroom too. Then she promply joined me in having a piss on the carpet. Just to assure me it was ok, she chuckled.

So you see? Such behaviour was normalised and condoned. In fact, when I was 19 I walked in on my step mum and a couple of her friends all squatting and peeing on the living room carpet. They just said hi and giggled and carried on pissing.

I suppose now that I am a 50 old lady I should have grown out of it. But I kind of like the fact that here I am a fully grown woman who still pees on the floor for fun.

You might like to see me in action. This is the time about ten years back when a lesbian couple I met let me pee on their bedroom carpet and filmed it....

And this was me back in my 20s pissing on my then boyfriend's sofa...

He wanted me to do that, so I did.

A highlight recently has been these two attractive lesbians...

Let's just say I have spent the last few nights sleeping on my living room sofa, waiting for my mattress to dry out. You see, they wanted to squat together and pee on my bed. I thought this would be fun to watch so I let them do it. I then decided that I might as well pee on it myself. Needless to say, the mattress is well fucked at the moment. 

And that reminds me of the time many years ago when I walked in on my stepmother squatting and peeing on her bed with a big grin on her face. She just carried on, thinking nothing of me seeing her.

And there was that time when I had to sleep on the sofa until a new mattress got delivered. And that's basically because my stepmother thought it would be great fun during a wine drinking session to get a couple of her boozed up friends to join her in pissing on my bed.

So with an upbringing like mine, peeing all over the floors and carpets - and the furniture too - is pretty normal for me.

 

Edited September 6, 2021 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm a high class escort who earns a lot of money because I look good and take care of myself. Looks will fade as I get older so I need to make as much as I can whilst still young. This is me...

Am not really into the whole pleasure and pain scene but have always had a thing about pissing, so will do most things watersports related if the price is right. I grew up pissing on the carpet in the corner of my bedroom after all. I still do it now sometimes.

I'm often paid to piss on somebody or get pissed on. It is very empowering to be squatting over some guy's face and pissing in his mouth. Or in some lady's mouth for that matter, because I have done that too. I don't drink piss but if other people are happy to pay to drink mine, that's fine by me.

But of particular interest to this magazine is probably the naughty peeing customers. It really is easy money. Some of them don't even want sexual physical contact. They just pay me to come along, pop a squat or maybe stand with my legs apart or something in the middle of their living room, then piss all over their carpet. Then they pay me a big load of cash. Job done.

Have had a few momorably strange ones. Like this millionaire executive and his wife or girlfriend who paid me to get up and piss all over their bed. Before themselves having sex on that pissy bed.

Another guy and his girlfriend paid me a lot of money so they could come round to mine. There she would hold his dick whilst he pissed all over my kitchen floor. Then she and I would piss on the floor for good measure.

There were also the good old glass table customers. I'd be squatting upon the table, pissing, and they'd be laying underneath watching. They are never bothered when my piss starts flowing off the sides onto the floor or the carpet. 

Sometimes businessmen away on business trips would have me piss on their hotel room carpets. Whether they ever got charged for damages I know not. But not my problem.

And then there was this wild party at a mansion attended by mostly rich men and ladies, ranging in age from their 20s into their 50s I would guess.  And I was hired so they could all enjoy pissing on me in one of the large kitchens whenever they felt like it. I pretty much spent most of the evening betweeen pissings sloshing around on a tiled floor covered in piss. I remember one buxom blonde in her 40s semi-squatting over me and laughing with glee as she pissed in my face. 

Now I don't drink piss, but one lady in her late 40s was happy to have me piss in her mouth. She then got me to hold some guy's dick whilst he too pissed in her mouth. And she was loving it, you could tell. Gulping it down, it was as if she couldn't get enough. 
 

As people got more drunk, the action ceased to be confined to the kitchen. I remember ladies holding mens' dicks as they peed against the wall in one of the living rooms. Other ladies were squatting and peeing on beds. Or on carpets.

Was definitely one to remember.

Oh, another weird one was this guy who took off his clothes, had me squat and pee all over them, then he put them back on again.

When it comes to watersports, I think I have a popular ass. Because several of my regulars pay to piss on it. And I actually love the feel of hot piss splashing against my cheeks.

There is one particular married couple who pay me a lot of money to let them piss on my bedroom carpet. Since I pee on it myself sometimes at night out of simple convenience, why not, if the price is right?

Anyway, will leave it there for now.

 

Edited September 6, 2021 by steve25805