Story behind the pic

[steve25805 126,116]

I'm Clare, and I'm a lesbian. I'm also into pissing. And I'm not fussy. I'll piss anywhere. Toilets are boring.

Any partner I ever have soon learns that about me. And they are either ok with me being a dirty bitch or they don't last.

If they're the kind of girl who reacts badly to me getting up in the middle of the night and pissing on their carpet beside the bed, then they won't last. I prefer the kind of girls who'd gleefully join me in pissing on that carpet, lol.

My current girlfriend is cool. She is not really bothered about my pissings. She lets me do what I want and seems happy enough to clean up after me. 

Last night I spent the night with her in her bed, and woke up this morning feeling horny as fuck but also desperate for a piss. And truth be known, I couldn't be bothered  getting out of bed. So I made sure I waited til she was awake as well, then pulled my knickers aside, and started pissing right there on her bed....

And I was enjoying every second of it, relishing the thought of my piss soaking into her mattress.

And the great thing is that she wasn't even bothered. In fact, she was happy enough to enjoy fondling my tits whilst watching me piss....

She even whispered raunchily in my ear, "Yeah baby, piss on my bed!"

She was enjoying this as much as I was, lol.

Fucking ruined her mattress but she didn't seem bothered.

After we got up she even  popped a squat upon the bed herself and laughed, "Mattress is ruined already so I might as well just piss here as well!"

And she did, another load of piss soaking into the mattress.

[steve25805 126,116]

It was a hot summer's day, and I was lounging out in the garden on the sun lounger.

I'd had a few drinks.

And I needed to pee.

And to be honest I just couldn't be bothered going indoors and upstairs all the way to the bathroom.

So I thought, fuck it! Why not just piss here?

So I pulled my black knickers aside right where I sat, and started pissing right there on the sun lounger.....

It was rather liberating just peeing there like that. And rather fun actually.

And I couldn't help wondering if any of the neighbours were watching. If so, I hope they enjoyed the show.

[steve25805 126,116]

I work as a secretary for a glamour modelling agency.

My boss is pretty glamourous herself, being a sexy busty blonde.

She prefers ladies to guys though, and me and her have been having something of a lesbian fling.

Thing is, she is actually into pissing as well. She loves having me piss in the shower cubicle so she can watch. And onetime she just popped a squat over her hard wood living room floor and peed there, laughing as she did it in front of me.

Well this time, we'd had a few drinks and were enjoying some lesbian fun when she needed to pee again. And suggested peeing on me!

I was up for anything right then, so I laid down on her living room floor and told her to actually piss on my face.

She needed no persuading. She was well up for it

So she actually did squat over my face.

Then she told me to open my mouth!

So I did!!! lol

Seconds later this glamourous busty blonde - squatting right there over my face in her own living room - was pissing in my mouth!!!

It was fucking sexy as fuck. 

I started gulping it down, drinking her fresh hot piss.

It was most enjoyable, having this awesomely sexy woman pissing in my mouth.

[steve25805 126,116]

I work as the secretary and personal assistant for a high powered banking boss whom I also have the hots for.

I am a glamourous blonde even if I say so myself, so he fancies the pants off me. 

And because my boss presses all the right buttons for me, I tend to be VERY accommodating. After all, apart from being hot he also pays well and often treats me to expensive gifts and foreign holidays. So I am more than happy to provide the occasional impromptu office blow job, or let him screw me over his desk.

Thing is, he also has a thing about watersports and golden showers. And to be fair, so do I with the right guy. And he is definitely the right guy. I have in any case peed on guys before, and let them pee on me. It's kind of a real kinky turn on.

Like every girl - or guy for that matter - I was raised to regard anything other than peeing in the toilet as dirty or disgusting. This was emphasised particularly strongly by my mother who was something of an obsessive clean freak. Yet there is something outrageously erotic about deliberately defying that taboo as a grown woman and peeing all over some guy, or letting him pee all over me. Or even just peeing on the floor someplace. Cos there have been times at home when I've deliberately ignored the toilet and peed on the bathroom floor in front of it, just for the sheer hell of it, lol.

Well more than a few times my boss has had me pee on him in the bath. Or in the kitchen, lol. And I've let him pee on me.

One time I held his dick for him as he peed all over my kitchen floor. I was happy to let him do it. In fact, it was my idea, lol.

Well the other day he thought it would be outrageously naughty fun to enjoy an impromptu pissing session right there in his office. And the very brazen naughtiness of that idea was really floating my boat too. I was well up for it.

So when he had me pee on him on the office floor in front of his desk, I was happy to comply....

I was loving it, peeing all over him and the clothes he was still wearing. He had his dick out as well so I took particular pleasure in peeing on it.

By the time I was done, he, his clothes, and the office floor in front of his desk were covered in piss. Was brilliant.

When he wanted to pee a bit later, still wearing his pissy clothes that I'd peed all over, he wanted to pee on my face. 

This was so outrageously naughty that the very idea of it was most appealing. No one had ever peed in my face before. A new taboo to piss all over, so to speak, lol.

So I knelt on the pissy floor in front of him, and decided to go for the ultimate taboo in terms of ignoring all the rules of childhood toilet training.

I got him to pee in my mouth....

And I even drank some of it!

My clean freak mother would be so proud if she knew, hahaha.

[steve25805 126,116]

I'm Lizz, a middle aged American lady who has just turned 50. Though I do look good for my age.

My best friend Ashley and I are very much kindred spirits, into all the same shit, and we love hanging out together. 

And one of our things is pissing. We just love pissing anywhere and everywhere, especially after a few drinks when it seems like so much fun.

As ladies who - like everyone else - were raised to know that peeing anywhere other than the toilet was gross or disgusting, in our heads it somehow became some kind of sexualised taboo. A taboo that it is a turn on to totally ignore.

It is actually outrageously erotic as mature women who ought to know better, to just deliberately piss everywhere.

The more outrageously "wrong", the more we love it.

In bars we often go to the bathroom together and share a cubicle. But we generally ignore the toilet and just piss all over the floor. Or against the fucking walls! Well why the fuck not? Hahaha. Toilets are boring. If we do piss on the toilet we'll usually stand there spraying it! With the fucking lid closed, hahaha. 

Sometimes, at my place or hers, we'll pee on the kitchen or bathroom floors.

One time when we were drunk at her place, and when I needed the bathroom, she laughingly suggested that we go up to her bedroom, and that I get up and piss on her bed!

So I fucking did! Hahaha....

It was most enjoyable.

So yeah, that's the kind of "ladies" Ashley and I are, me pissing on her bed for fun! 

Well the other day we'd spent lunch down the bar having a few drinks, and got back to mine in a very giggly frame of mind and needing to piss.

And I had the naughtiest idea. 

I suggested that it would be fun if we both took our clothes off and pissed right there on my living room carpet!

Ashley laughed, "What the fuck! On your own carpet?"

"Fuck, yeah! Who cares about the fucking carpet? Hahaha"

And with that I began to undress, laughing, "Well I'm going to piss here anyway even if you don't."

At which point Ashley took little more persuading and began to undress too, both of us casting our clothes to one side. 

Soon we were both naked, standing with our legs apart right there in my living room. 

Ashley laughed, "Are we really just going to piss on the carpet?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

And with that I started gleefully pissing...…

Ashley joined in a second or two later.

And so there we were, a couple of 50 year old ladies mature enough to know better, gleefully pissing right there on my carpet on purpose just for fun...

There was piss all over that fucking carpet by the time we were done! But who cares about the fucking carpet? Lol

In fact later, after sharing another bottle of wine, Ashley decided that it would be fun to piss on the carpet again. I laughed gleefully as I watched her doing it....

I enjoyed the show until she was done, then I took another piss on the carpet myself....

Later, after yet more drinks, and a little unsteady on her feet by now and wanting to sit somewhere, Ashly sat on that pissy carpet.

Which was my cue to enjoy yet another piss right there.

So I stood there pissing on the carpet again, right in front of her. And deliberately pissed on her leg in the process, hahaha....

Was a fun afternoon.

 

[steve25805 126,116]

Back in the 70s I was at this wild sex party in some couple's house - so called "swinging" was a bit of a thing back then with the more sexually adventurous types.

And this guy wanted me to pee on him.

I thought why not?

So I stood astride him right there in the living room.

And peed on him!

Peed on the fucking carpet as well, hahaha....

It was most exhilarating.

 

 

[steve25805 126,116]

I'm an attractive blonde in my late 20s and I've met this older rich guy in his 40s.

He buys me expensive gifts, takes me on expensive holidays, and throws cash at me in the form of a regular allowance, plus generous random handouts.

I don't have to work anymore, and he treats me like a queen. It's brilliant.

I'm aware that I am kind of a trophy girlfriend, and many people see me as a gold digger I suppose, but I don't care. I've really lucked in with this one.

There is just one obligation I have though, something he loves to do. 

And it's only piss so what's the big deal? And it is kind of weirdly erotic in a way to let some guy use you in that way.

So yeah - basically - he likes to pee in my mouth!

And in return for everything he gives me, letting him do that whenever he wants is the least I can do. He more than pays for that right.

[steve25805 126,116]

I was chatting to this lady I met down the pub and we hit it off rather well.

She ended up inviting me back to her place for some fun.

My luck was in.

More so, actually, than I realised.

Because I've always had a thing about ladies pissing, and once had a girlfriend who accommodated me by peeing on my bedroom carpet occasionally.

Anyway, as we approached her flat, she was stating how much she was dying for a piss, and brazenly asked me if I wanted to watch.

I mean, do bears crap in the woods or what? Of course I wanted to watch.

I'd had a bit to drink so suggested she pee in the shower to give me a better view. She laughed and called me a naughty boy but seemed well up for it.

She must have been a bit drunk because she was struggling with the key for a moment, occasionally bobbing about in desperation.

But she got the door open eventually and we entered into a red carpeted hallway.

With a massive grin she pointed down at that red carpeted floor and laughingly suggested, "Shall I piss here?"

I grinned and said "Go on then!" Which was all the encouragement she needed.

She pulled her knickers off and tossed them around the corner,

Then she popped a squat right there.

I couldn't believe my luck. This was fucking awesome.

Then she started pissing right there on the carpet, gazing down at her pee hitting it....

The sound of it splashing down was absolutely brilliant and added to the sexiness, as she peed with gleeful abandon, the puddle growing ever larger....

She peed for ages too, creating a massive puddle. And she was loving every second of it,  the dirty bitch, lol....

She looked very pleased with herself when she was done, wholly unconcerned about the peed on carpet.....

Was fucking brilliant.

Had awesome sex after that.

[steve25805 126,116]

Hi guys.

I am Eva, a sexy Russian girl. And I am here again in a hotel room....

You see, I like to pee everywhere. But I don't like to do it at home because of the mess. This is why I like to stay in hotel rooms where  I can pee on the bed and on the floor. And on the furniture. I don't care. It is not my own room. I am staying here only for one night. So why not have fun peeing in it?

And I have just returned from the bar where I had a few drinks, and so now I need to pee quite badly. I have an en suite bathroom with a toilet, but I am not going to pee there. Unless perhaps I ignore the toilet and pee on the floor in there. I like to do that sometimes.

I have just taken my panties off and tossed them onto the bed, so that I am ready to pee.

And now I am sitting on a chair beside the bed, with a big smile because I know I am going to be peeing somewhere here very soon. I am just thinking right now about where I am going to pee....

For a moment I look with a naughty smile at the floor in front of the chair.  I am thinking of peeing there on the floor - on the carpet....

I have done this many times before in hotel rooms, peeing on the carpet on the floor. I very much enjoy doing this.

But now as I sit in the chair I have another idea. Why not pee on the chair?

So yes, I am going to pee on this chair.

And so I am standing up ready....

….and getting myself into the right position, standing astride that chair.....

And now I am peeing there......

There is a window right beside me with people passing by who can see me doing this. But I don't care.

I just keep peeing there....

I am enjoying this a lot. It is fun to be standing here and peeing on this chair, knowing that people outside can see me...

I am making a very big mess on the chair, lol....

And some of it is starting to go on to the carpet in front of the chair.....

But I don't want to stop peeing. I am enjoying this too much....

I think I must have a look of pleasure on my face as I am standing here looking down at myself peeing there....

I am enjoying this so much.....

And I am still going because I have to pee a lot....

The front of the chair and the carpet are now very badly soaked with my pee. But it is not my carpet or chair, so I don't really care. I just keep on peeing. I like doing this...

My peeing is lasting a long time because I made sure I was full before coming here to do this....

But it is now at last slowing, because I have finally almost peed all that I had.....

 I have now finished and am standing here wiping my pussy with my hand as I laugh at the mess I have made.....

And now I am standing here smiling with pleasure at the naughty thing I have just done, the chair and the carpet under me ruined with my pee.

I bet you guys love me.

But I don't think the hotel maids will be liking me quite so much, lol.

[Havik62 1]

On 1/22/2015 at 2:09 PM, Sally Westbury said:

Alors que nous parlons d'actrices noires et sensuelles, n'importe qui sur ce forum rappelle-t-il une actrice française du porno qui a développé une carrière dans l'industrie de la musique ... (je pense qu'elle est toujours en vie). À la fin des années soixante-dix et au début des années quatre-vingt, elle a réalisé des séances photo plutôt bizarres pour des magazines pornos danois et suédois et a joué dans de nombreux films pornographiques de cette époque. Peut-être que ces photos vont égayer vos souvenirs

 

 

 

Elle s’appelle Catherine Ringer Alias Rita Mitsouko en musique

 

 

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

I think it is about time this thread got started here. It is a place to post a picture that has inspired you, and the story that the picture has inspired.

I will kick it off with a repost that has appeared in 'Wet Carpet' magazine...

Edited August 2, 2020 by Paulypeeps

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

'Pee on someone's rug' by Erwin Wurm

It all started when I was modelling at an exhibition in a gallery about ten years ago. I just had to wear a themed outfit and mooch around to create atmosphere. Not too exciting so I got to chat with the artists. I got on well with one of the artists, Erwin Wurm, and he thought I might like to model for a new series he was doing about doing things that are politically incorrect. We had quite a long discussion about what he could depict since it is a very controversial subject. He didn't want to just be outrageous, he wanted to just slip little things in to everyday activities, he wanted to make the viewer work to see the meaning. We were trying to think of things and did not come up with much, but my bladder was feeling a bit full and I just mentioned that if I was not careful I was about to be politically incorrect all down my legs.

Erwin laughed and really lit up. "Great idea!" he said. He gave me his card and said I was hired. I excused myself and went to the women's room.

I thought nothing of it until I got a call from my agent a couple of weeks later confirming a booking. I made my way to the hotel and was greeted by Erwin. he took me for a coffee. We sat and discussed the shoot while I had three coffees.

He had set up in one of the penthouse apartments, and had invited a few friends to make the scene. They new that they would be photographed, but they did not know the full nature of the scene. He wanted me to just walk in say "hi" and then standing casually with my feet a little apart nonchalantly just pee. There would be a rug there to stand on so hopefully none of the 'guests' would notice straight away that I was peeing. I was not to hold back.

I asked Erwin. "What will I be wearing?"

"What you have on." he replied. "Unless you have panties, they will have to come off." he added.

A just casually flipped up the front of my skirt so that he could see that I was without. I don't know any models that wear panties.

He smiled and said. "Excellent".

We finished our coffee and Erwin got me a bottle of water to drink on the way up to the apartment.

As we got out of the lift Erwin asked me. "Do you want to do a quick trial run?"

"Yes." I answered.

Erwin stopped walking and said. "Go ahead then, feet apart. Don't worry about the carpet. I have paid more than enough to hire this apartment."

I just spread my feet a little and giggling I relaxed and started to pee. Looking back I cannot believe that I just stood there in the hotel corridor and peed on the carpet like that, but Erwin was so in control of everything I just did it.

"That'll do." he said.

I stopped peeing and we walked on, I did not even look back to see what I had done to the hall carpet.

When we got to the apartment Erwin opened the door, took my bottle and led me in. There were lights and several cameras set up with Erwin's assistant behind the cameras but otherwise it was just a regular apartment.

Erwin introduced me. "This is Minerva. Minerva meet Jack and Francine."

Erwin retreated behind the cameras which began clicking.

I just stood on the rug, moved my feet a little apart, made a little small talk - and started to pee.

I could not tell whether I was actually peeing at first because I could not hear it but as I increased the flow a little bit I could feel little splashes on my legs and heard the cameras begin to click faster.

My heart started racing, I am sure that I must have flushed very red, but I just pushed harder and then could hear my pee splattering in the rug while Francine was speaking.

Francine paused and then looked a little shocked. "... Minnie - you're peeing..."

I just smiled, carried on peeing as Erwin had told me to, and said. "Yes."

It was quite a relief that someone had notice. Strangely I felt more comfortable.

Jack spoke. "That's rather fun. Why don't you water the rug too Francine."

Francine just sunk in to her chair and shook her head.

The cameras kept clicking until I finished peeing.

Erwin came over. "Lovely, thank you. I think that is politically incorrect enough don't you?"

Francine nodded.

"Time for lunch. Will you join us Minnie?" Erwin asked, jokingly adding. "I'll buy you lunch if you pee in the restaurant too."

We all laughed.

Jack added. "Art is about more than just the picture you know."

We had a nice lunch with a few glasses of wine in the restaurant. I learned all about Jack and Francine, and how they marketed Erwin's art. They were really nice and said I could have a print when they are done since I had been a really good sport to play along with Erwin. They really had no idea what he was doing or what I was going to do when I walked in.

While we were eating all the coffee and water really started to take effect. I was just about to get up and go to the women's room but I felt really relaxed in the company and I remembered what Erwin had said about the cost so I just leant forward and flipped the back of my skirt out of the way and just sat and peed on my chair. It was real fun that even Erwin did not realise what I was doing until my expression must have given me away.

"You're not peeing again by any chance are you dear?" Erwin asked.

I just smiled and blew him a kiss.

It was somehow very liberating just sitting there and peeing like that, feeling the warmth in the seat caressing my bare bottom.

Jack spoke again. "Its your turn now Francine!"

The wine was now having an effect.

Francine answered, quite loudly. "For fuck's sake Jack, what is it with you guys and pee."

Straight away I could hear the familiar hiss of someone peeing full blast.

Francine commented. "Mmm. It is nice and warm, and I guess it beats having to go to the women's room.

Francine continued to pee, her pee still hissing, with a beaming smile on her face.

As the hissing stopped Francine spoke again. "Happy now guys?"

Erwin answered. "Are you happy Francine?"

"Strangely yes." Said Francine. "I never realised that pissing myself would be so warm and comforting."

We stayed in the restaurant chatting while we had coffee. Both Francine and I peed again before we got up to go.

While my skirt was dry where I had moved it out of the way Francine's skirt was soaked at the back, but she did not seem to be in the least concerned and did not even check it.

I got the subway home while the others got a cab.

There are times that I really love my job and when being paid is just a bonus, and that was one of them. The real bonus cam e later when a nice framed print arrived.

At first I had some trepidation about putting it up on my wall, but now it has pride of place. No one at first realises that it is me in the picture, and even fewer realise that I am peeing until they look closer. But now I have a special rug laid just in front of the picture, and if the mood takes me I just recreate the scene. Still hardly anyone notices that I am peeing!

Minnie

-xXx-

[Dr.P 1,473]

@Paulypeeps, Love the idea of starting such a thread, here, and I loved your start. I actually posted one such story on July 10, 2017, on page 23 of Fictional Pee Stories, #7744-sandra. Rather than re-posting the entire story, here is the picture I used as the subject. I posted a link to it at the time, since I was new to this site, and didn't know how to post actual pictures, at that time. But I will gladly re-post the story to this thread, if there is interest.

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Love the topic @Paulypeeps - I've got my thinking cap on....

[Sophie 24,410]

There are more here if anyone needs inspiration

 

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

I have made a duplicate thread here now by the looks of things. Perhaps need to be merged.

[Sophie 24,410]

1 hour ago, Paulypeeps said:

I have made a duplicate thread here now by the looks of things. Perhaps need to be merged.

Done! 🙃

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

 

The Underground
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It was just another hot summer morning and the usual morning squeeze on the central line. The train filled at Stratford, and with Lottie packed in to her normal place she found herself pressed up against the end of the car reading her Metro resting on the bulkhead.

The train had barely started off when Lottie felt liqid trickling on her ankle. She was unable to turn round but just accepted that in the crush someone had split their water bottle and it was leaking its already warm contents on to her feet.

Warm as the water was, it was still quite cooling and soothing given the cramped conditions. Soon the trickling stopped. Lottie just assumed that the bottle was empty.

At Liverpool Street the doors opened and released the crush. As the passengers disembarked Lottie turned, hoping to see who's water bottle it was, but she could not tell who it was amongst the passengers disembarking before her.

Lottie thought nothing of it and went about her day.

A few days later something similar happened again. As the train pulled away from Stratford the passengers surged and this time the trickling water was landing a little higher up her legs. As before it was warm but cooling, and actually felt quite nice.

At Liverpool Street again Lottie could not tell who was spilling the water as she turned and left the train. Her legs and feet soon dried on her way up the escalator. 

Over the next month the same thing happened five more times. On one occassion even getting the bottom of her skirt a little wet.

Lottie did not often work weekends, but she was busy and decided to go in on Saturday. Lottie caught the usual train and transferred as usual at Stratford. Saturday travel was much better. It was a real luxury to be able to sit on the central line.

Lottie settled in to her seat reading her Metro. She was sniggering at the Nemi cartoon strip when she heard pattering in her lap and felt the wetness soak through her skirt on to her thighs.

Lottie looked down at her lap and gasped. The jet coming from behind her Metro was unmistakable. Lottie moved her paper aside and was shocked by what she saw.

For a few seconds Lottie was speechless. She Did not expect a man to be standing there, penis in his right hand, directing a jet of pee in to her lap. Even less did she expect him to be filming it on a camera with his left hand.

Eventually Lottie was able to speak. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Peeing." The man replied.

Again Lottie was speechless and the man continued to pee.

Eventually the man's flow waned, he pocketed his phone and retrousered his penis.

"Was that nice and cool?" The man asked.

Before Lottie could compose herself the train rapidly slowed to a stop at Liverpool Street and the doors opened.

The man left but Lottie remained sitting for a few seconds considering what to do, but just in time composed herself and left the train.

The man had vanished, nowhere to be seen.

Lottie quickly studied her skirt. There was little to see of what had happened on the black fabric, and she could probably sponge it out at work, it was not like there would be anyone else there.

Lottie rode the escalator up from the platforms and went out on the street wondering why what happened had happened. By the time she had entered her building and gone up in the lift she had worked out what she would do.

She entered the Ladies and sponged the pee out of her skirt, not worrying about the now dried pee on her legs.

Throughout the day at work Lottie was alone with her thoughts and thought of little else besides the man peeing in to her lap, and realising the water trickling on her legs had probably been pee too. At the time it had come as a bit of a shock, but now she had time to reflect on it she realised that it had actually felt quite nice to have the pee in her lap, running down her thighs, and soaking in to her seat. Now she had sponged her skirt there was nothing to show that she had been peed on.

The next day Lottie awoke at her normal time. Lottie did not work Sunday, but today she got dressed and put on her work suit as if it was a work day. Lottie went to the staion and took the tain to Stratford, and then changed to the tube. On Sunday there were even fewer passengers and she had the whole carriage to herself. Lottie sat feeling her skirt under her on the seat, and relived the previous day in her mind as the pee pattered on her lap and soaked all the way through to her seat.

Lottie could not pee in her own lap of course, but there was no reason that she could not just wet herself and feel her own pee soak through her skirt into the seat. Today there was no pressure to get to work, she could stay on the train and fully enjoy being wet.

Lottie was lost in her thoughts until she heard "Mind the gap" at Bank. As the doors closed, and she was still alone she relaxed her bladder and peed gently.

Straight away lottie felt her pee warm between her thighs, and felt her pee start to soak underneath her bottom.

Lottie continued to pee, and after a few seconds she felt pee splashing her ankles as it ran off of the front of her seat. Lottie continued peeing. The warmth in her seat was delicious.

Lottie stayed in her seat all the way to White City, just letting out a little more pee in to her seat whenever she fancied it. The train terminated at White City, so she just casually stepped out to get a drink from the vending machine before retaking her seat for the journey back. It was interesting to sit back down in the wet seat. She was expect it to be warm and wet as it was when she left it, but it felt strangely dry, and a little bit cooler than she was expecting. But she just settled in a started drinking.

Lottie was not able to pee much on the way back, but as the train left St Pauls the bottle of Fanta had made its way to her bladder and she was able to warm the seat again.

In no time Lottie was back at Stratford where she left the tube, enjoying her wet skirt brushing the back of her legs as she walked through the deserted station to catch her train home again. This time although the train was empty she stood, enjoying her damp skirt brushing her legs with the movement of the train.

Nothing happened during the week as Lottie was crammed in to the tube. It was just the usual crush, but on Saturday she was again working and was again sitting in a nearly empty train reading her Metro. Lottie sensed a presence and was aprehensive, but was pleased when she felt the first drops of pee pattering in her lap. Lottie was prepared and immediately relaxed her bladder, feeling the warmth of her pee soaking the back of her skirt and warming her bottom.

The flow of pee onto her lap increased and she felt it soak through the front of her skirt and run down between her thighs. That and her own pee now made her feel she was in heaven.

The man stopped peeing in to Lottie's lap at about the same time her own bladder was empty, but she did not look up from her paper. Even when she reached Liverpool Street she stayed sitting, and squeezed out a last spurt as the doors closed. Lottie waited until the train started to move before lowering her newspaper and seeing that there was no one there.

Lottie got off the train at Bank instead this time and thoroughly enjoyed the slightly longer walk to work with the wet hem of her skirt brushing both the front and the back of her legs.

Lottie liked working on Saturdays now.

[Kupar 13,340]

51 minutes ago, Paulypeeps said:

 

The Underground
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It was just another hot summer morning and the usual morning squeeze on the central line. The train filled at Stratford, and with Lottie packed in to her normal place she found herself pressed up against the end of the car reading her Metro resting on the bulkhead.

The train had barely started off when Lottie felt liqid trickling on her ankle. She was unable to turn round but just accepted that in the crush someone had split their water bottle and it was leaking its already warm contents on to her feet.

Warm as the water was, it was still quite cooling and soothing given the cramped conditions. Soon the trickling stopped. Lottie just assumed that the bottle was empty.

At Liverpool Street the doors opened and released the crush. As the passengers disembarked Lottie turned, hoping to see who's water bottle it was, but she could not tell who it was amongst the passengers disembarking before her.

Lottie thought nothing of it and went about her day.

A few days later something similar happened again. As the train pulled away from Stratford the passengers surged and this time the trickling water was landing a little higher up her legs. As before it was warm but cooling, and actually felt quite nice.

At Liverpool Street again Lottie could not tell who was spilling the water as she turned and left the train. Her legs and feet soon dried on her way up the escalator. 

Over the next month the same thing happened five more times. On one occassion even getting the bottom of her skirt a little wet.

Lottie did not often work weekends, but she was busy and decided to go in on Saturday. Lottie caught the usual train and transferred as usual at Stratford. Saturday travel was much better. It was a real luxury to be able to sit on the central line.

Lottie settled in to her seat reading her Metro. She was sniggering at the Nemi cartoon strip when she heard pattering in her lap and felt the wetness soak through her skirt on to her thighs.

Lottie looked down at her lap and gasped. The jet coming from behind her Metro was unmistakable. Lottie moved her paper aside and was shocked by what she saw.

For a few seconds Lottie was speechless. She Did not expect a man to be standing there, penis in his right hand, directing a jet of pee in to her lap. Even less did she expect him to be filming it on a camera with his left hand.

Eventually Lottie was able to speak. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Peeing." The man replied.

Again Lottie was speechless and the man continued to pee.

Eventually the man's flow waned, he pocketed his phone and retrousered his penis.

"Was that nice and cool?" The man asked.

Before Lottie could compose herself the train rapidly slowed to a stop at Liverpool Street and the doors opened.

The man left but Lottie remained sitting for a few seconds considering what to do, but just in time composed herself and left the train.

The man had vanished, nowhere to be seen.

Lottie quickly studied her skirt. There was little to see of what had happened on the black fabric, and she could probably sponge it out at work, it was not like there would be anyone else there.

Lottie rode the escalator up from the platforms and went out on the street wondering why what happened had happened. By the time she had entered her building and gone up in the lift she had worked out what she would do.

She entered the Ladies and sponged the pee out of her skirt, not worrying about the now dried pee on her legs.

Throughout the day at work Lottie was alone with her thoughts and thought of little else besides the man peeing in to her lap, and realising the water trickling on her legs had probably been pee too. At the time it had come as a bit of a shock, but now she had time to reflect on it she realised that it had actually felt quite nice to have the pee in her lap, running down her thighs, and soaking in to her seat. Now she had sponged her skirt there was nothing to show that she had been peed on.

The next day Lottie awoke at her normal time. Lottie did not work Sunday, but today she got dressed and put on her work suit as if it was a work day. Lottie went to the staion and took the tain to Stratford, and then changed to the tube. On Sunday there were even fewer passengers and she had the whole carriage to herself. Lottie sat feeling her skirt under her on the seat, and relived the previous day in her mind as the pee pattered on her lap and soaked all the way through to her seat.

Lottie could not pee in her own lap of course, but there was no reason that she could not just wet herself and feel her own pee soak through her skirt into the seat. Today there was no pressure to get to work, she could stay on the train and fully enjoy being wet.

Lottie was lost in her thoughts until she heard "Mind the gap" at Bank. As the doors closed, and she was still alone she relaxed her bladder and peed gently.

Straight away lottie felt her pee warm between her thighs, and felt her pee start to soak underneath her bottom.

Lottie continued to pee, and after a few seconds she felt pee splashing her ankles as it ran off of the front of her seat. Lottie continued peeing. The warmth in her seat was delicious.

Lottie stayed in her seat all the way to White City, just letting out a little more pee in to her seat whenever she fancied it. The train terminated at White City, so she just casually stepped out to get a drink from the vending machine before retaking her seat for the journey back. It was interesting to sit back down in the wet seat. She was expect it to be warm and wet as it was when she left it, but it felt strangely dry, and a little bit cooler than she was expecting. But she just settled in a started drinking.

Lottie was not able to pee much on the way back, but as the train left St Pauls the bottle of Fanta had made its way to her bladder and she was able to warm the seat again.

In no time Lottie was back at Stratford where she left the tube, enjoying her wet skirt brushing the back of her legs as she walked through the deserted station to catch her train home again. This time although the train was empty she stood, enjoying her damp skirt brushing her legs with the movement of the train.

Nothing happened during the week as Lottie was crammed in to the tube. It was just the usual crush, but on Saturday she was again working and was again sitting in a nearly empty train reading her Metro. Lottie sensed a presence and was aprehensive, but was pleased when she felt the first drops of pee pattering in her lap. Lottie was prepared and immediately relaxed her bladder, feeling the warmth of her pee soaking the back of her skirt and warming her bottom.

The flow of pee onto her lap increased and she felt it soak through the front of her skirt and run down between her thighs. That and her own pee now made her feel she was in heaven.

The man stopped peeing in to Lottie's lap at about the same time her own bladder was empty, but she did not look up from her paper. Even when she reached Liverpool Street she stayed sitting, and squeezed out a last spurt as the doors closed. Lottie waited until the train started to move before lowering her newspaper and seeing that there was no one there.

Lottie got off the train at Bank instead this time and thoroughly enjoyed the slightly longer walk to work with the wet hem of her skirt brushing both the front and the back of her legs.

Lottie liked working on Saturdays now.

Oh! Oh! This is wonderful! Great stuff @Paulypeeps ❤️

A great idea for a thread, which I haven't seen before. Definitely one to inspire some writing 🙂

[Lutab 1,052]

These are great.

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

Ayo explain this one to me.

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

3 hours ago, Ms. Tito said:

 

Ayo explain this one to me.

Whatever the explanation is, in this thread it's fictional - so can be anything you want it to be....?

[oliver2 4,419]

5 hours ago, Ms. Tito said:

Ayo explain this one to me.

So, well, obviously: they’re about to piss on that tree, but haven’t started yet (no streams or wet patches). They’re all intending to aim, with at least one hand between their legs to make sure everything’s pointing the right way, and some lucky photographer gets to admire their cute asses and hear the splashing and sighs once they let loose. There’s one big mystery: they’re counting, but there’s three of them and they’re counting like nothing, one and two. There’s two obvious explanations: firstly, they’re computer scientists or mathematicians, and are counting from zero. Alternatively, the girl on the left with the curly hair needs two hands to aim for some reason, like she’s a novice at peeing standing, or more worried about spraying her pants. Or she’s a futa hung like a mule and it’s a two-handed job

Or an attempt at counting dissolved into chaos, with the left girl being like “nah”, middle girl “three”, and the right “fuck you” (which is also a well-known time signature in punk music)

 

Edited January 9, 2022 by oliver2
tricksssy essssesss

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

So.... they say every picture must have a story behind it...  But I'm giraffed if I know what I was doing here.  Well obviously I was taking a potty break.  But no idea why I was doing it in the work closet and not in the restroom.  But still, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do right?  and better out than in.  But man, I was rough this morning....

I remember us starting our work Christmas party in the shop, we always have it in the quiet spell in January.  I remember a few glasses of wine, and I remember Shannon getting the tequila out...  Not quite sure what happened from there on.  Someone was sober enough to use my cameraphone though...   and that's not the only photo.  You should see some of the others they took...  

Now, where's the asprin...

[Kupar 13,340]

1 minute ago, gldenwetgoose said:

So.... they say every picture must have a story behind it...  But I'm giraffed if I know what I was doing here.  Well obviously I was taking a potty break.  But no idea why I was doing it in the work closet and not in the restroom.  But still, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do right?  and better out than in.  But man, I was rough the next day....

I remember us starting our work Christmas party in the shop, we always have it in the quiet spell in January.  I remember a few glasses of wine, and I remember Shannon getting the tequila out...  Not quite sure what happened from there on.  Someone was sober enough to use my cameraphone though...   and that's not the only photo.  You should see some of the others they took...  

Now, where's the asprin...

Excellent!