Tales of a Furniture Wetter: A Relaxing Evening

[wetwulf 3,324]

In the last chapter of my story, Carolyn and I went to a movie, where we eagerly and naughtily wet our theater seats, and on the way home we got stuck in traffic and ended up wetting her car seats, as well. Our evening wasn't finished yet when we returned home. We had both expressed needing to pee again as Carolyn pulled her car into the driveway.

As we both walked onto the porch, Carolyn fumbled with her keys to unlock the door. As she was doing this, I decided not to wait any longer. I walked over to the porch chair and sat down without bothering to move my skirt or remove my panties. Seconds after sitting down, I relaxed and felt the delicious wet warmth fill my panties and soak my inner thighs and the chair cushion beneath me. I sighed, and then I heard Carolyn squeal and looked to see her squeezing her legs together just as she was getting the door unlocked. As I was enjoying the last wet bursts of warm pee on my bottom, Carolyn pushed the door open and left it open. Then I heard a loud moaning and assumed she was pissing on the couch. I finished peeing and walked into the house.

I was greeted by the sight of Carolyn standing next to the couch with her leggings and panties pulled down to her thighs, and she was spraying a messy stream of pee all over the arm of the couch. As soon as I walked in, Carolyn was laughing with delight. I watched as she leaned her abdomen forward and pressed her pussy against the cushioned armrest. A darkening stain spread from beneath her pussy and a very audible hissing sound filled the room. "Holy shit, this feels good." Carolyn's knees buckled just a little, and I wondered if she was going to fall over. "Mmm, my god, I will definitely be doing this again. It's so naughty and feels so good." Carolyn stayed like this, soaking the armrest of the couch until the hissing sound stopped. Then she stepped away from the couch and kicked off her leggings and panties.

"Want some wine?" Carolyn asked, so nonchalantly, like I had not just watched her empty her bladder all over the couch armrest.

"Sure," I said. I walked over to the recliner and sat down. Even though I didn't need to pee again, I decided to slide my panties off, and when I sat down, I moved my skirt out of the way to sit my bare ass on the recliner cushion. I was falling in love with the feeling of my bare ass and pussy against soft fabric and knew that soon I would be soaking it once again.

Carolyn returned, still bottomless, carrying a couple of wine glasses and the bottle of wine. She placed them on the table and then held up a finger. "Water first," she said. I laughed as I started to realize what she had in mind: both of us getting a little tipsy and a little desperate. She reached into the small refrigerator in the corner of the room and grabbed two water bottles. She tossed one to me, and we both twisted the lids off and started drinking. Once we finished our waters, Carolyn opened the wine bottle and poured each of us a glass.

"Okay," Carolyn said, "I know I'm not drunk yet, but…." She paused, and I wondered where this was going. "I need to confess something," she said. I sat up, feeling genuinely curious. "I know it's seemed like this whole furniture pissing thing started when you pissed on the chair outside, but… um… it didn't." I laughed when she said this, because I honestly wasn't surprised.

"I had a feeling," I said. "You were way too cool with me pissing the couch that night." Carolyn laughed as well.

"Yeah, so… there's a story behind why," Carolyn said. She bit her lip and then sighed. "The summer after my senior year, when I lived back home, my friend Shonna and I were hanging out while my parents were out of town. We snuck into my parents' liquor cabinet, so we were feeling really buzzed and just sitting around, in my room. I had a big bedroom, with a bed and dressers, and a futon couch in the corner. We were sitting on the futon, talking, laughing, and all of a sudden Shonna said, 'Oh shit!' and I noticed she was holding herself, but she couldn't cover up the pee that was soaking her shorts and the couch. I tried to yell at her to get up, but I was drunk and laughing and also kind of… curious, you know?" I nodded. "But I mostly laughed, and soon I felt like I had to pee, and so I did. I played it off like I'd lost control laughing like Shonna had, but…." Carolyn paused. "I really just wanted to know what it felt like, and Shonna had already soaked the couch, so I knew I would need to explain this to my parents anyway, so I just sat there, laughing and peeing. And it felt good!" I nodded again. "So, the next morning, when my parents got home, I had to explain to them what happened. And you know what? They weren't upset! My mom even said, 'Well, it's your room and your furniture, so….' She probably meant that it was my responsibility to clean it up, but…."

I had a feeling I knew where this story was going next, but I leaned forward to show that I was still interested in Carolyn's story. We both finished off our glasses of wine and Carolyn refilled them.

"Anyway," she continued, "Later that night, I woke up having to pee. My room is on the other side of the house from the bathroom, so I seriously didn't feel like walking all the way down the hall. I rolled over and looked at my futon. I still hadn't cleaned it, and I was remembering how good it felt to just let my pee out into the cushion. I climbed out of bed and walked over to the futon, lifted my nightgown, and sat down. I relaxed and started peeing right into the futon cushion. It felt sooo good that soon I was rubbing myself and I came as quietly as I could." Carolyn paused, and I heard a hissing sound and could see a puddle forming between her legs, splashing from her bare pussy into the couch cushion. "Mmm," she said as she sipped her wine while still peeing.

"That explains a lot," I said. "But were those the only times?" I asked. Carolyn laughed.

"Oh, not at all," Carolyn said. "So the next morning, my mom walked in to wake me up, and I guess she could tell that the pee stain on the futon was more fresh. She mentioned it, and when I didn't say anything, she said, 'I'm guessing there's more to this than accidentally wetting yourself.' I still didn't answer her because I thought she was upset. But she was smiling, like she knew something and was letting on that she was okay with it. Then she said, 'Just clean up so your room doesn't smell.' And that was that. My mom left my room. As soon as she walked out, I was confident that she had just given me permission to pee my futon again. And, as luck would have it, I was also feeling my usual morning need. So I got up, walked over and sat on the futon with my gown up again, and just emptied my bladder into the cushion again. Later, I did my best to scrub it clean and dry it up."

"But I'm guessing you used it again, didn't you?" I said. Carolyn smiled.

"Yep," she said. "Several times." She poured more wine for both of us. I was definitely feeling buzzed and would need to pee soon, but I held off. We talked more about our families and work until it became clear we were both exhausted. Carolyn swallowed the rest of her wine, stood up, and wobbled a little but.

"Woah," she said, laughing. "Guess that got to me quicker than I thought. Or I'm just really tired."

"Yeah," I said, "I think it's bedtime for both of us." Carolyn walked down the hall towards the rooms, and I followed her. I watched her enter her own room without closing the door behind her, so the light from the hallway shone into her room.

"G'night," Carolyn said. I started to walk away to turn the hallway light off but thought she had said something to me, so I looked back into her room. Carolyn was on her hands and knees on her bed with her bare ass towards me. "I need to…," she started to say. "Oh, screw it," she said softly. Then I saw a steady stream of pee fall from her pussy onto her bed, splashing onto her blankets and sheets. "Mmm….," Carolyn moaned. Still peeing, she crawled forward with her arms but kept her ass pointed up. Once her torso and belly were down on the bed, she finally lowered her ass and was now peeing directly into her blanket and sheets.

I walked away as quietly as I could, surprised by what I had witnessed, even after everything Carolyn and I had done. She wet her bed? I hadn't even considered wetting my bed and also couldn't even remember the last time I had wet my bed. When I was a child, maybe? I could hear soft moaning coming from Carolyn as I walked down the hall. As I stepped into my own room and looked at my bed, I was reminded that I had not peed since we got home. Could I do it? I wasn't sure if I was ready to piss where I sleep, but I'll admit the thought, combined with seeing Carolyn piss her bed, had my stomach in knots and my pussy a little wet.

I removed my skirt and tossed it to the corner of my room by the door. As I started to remove my top, a wave of pressure hit me, and I had to squeeze my legs together to stop from peeing right there. Even this didn't stop a soft trickle of pee from running down my leg to the carpet. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer, and I also knew this might be helpful since I was sincerely thinking about wetting my bed but wasn't sure I would have the nerve to do it without being desperate. I removed my bra and walked, naked, over to my dresser. I grabbed a nightgown from the top drawer. I slid it over my head, and as I did so, I felt another wave of pressure from my bladder. I tried to hold it again with my legs squeezed tightly together, but I felt another soft squirt from my pussy that dribbled down my legs. 

I finally knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. The pressure was getting painful, and it was either piss myself right there all over my bedroom carpet or climb into my bed and give it a try. I hesitated for a moment before deciding to just sit on the corner of my bed. I moved the corner of my covers, slid my nightgown out of the way, and sat my bare ass right on the bed. This somehow felt familiar to me, a soft material beneath my bare ass and pussy, and literally right away warm pee burst out of me with a loud hiss. "Oh my god," I said, as I felt my bottom get soaked as my hot piss burst out of me and soaked through the top sheet and into my mattress. I relaxed fully and soon felt so turned on that I just lay back on my bed, still peeing fully into the corner of my bed. I squealed as I reached down and touched my pussy while still spraying warm pee all over my thighs and onto my bed. It didn't take long at all for my orgasm to build to its climax just as my pee eased to a dribble. I screamed, not caring how loud I was being. When I finished, I lay there, enjoying the soothing wet warmth beneath me. After some time, I rolled over, crawled up to the head of my bed, and snuggled under the blanket.

Sometime later, I woke up needing to pee again. Habitually, I sat up and was about to swing my legs over the side to get up when a little voice in my head whispered, Why? Still sitting up, I removed my blanket. In the dim light peeking through my window blinds, I could see well enough to watch what I was going to do next. I spread my legs and relaxed. A steady stream of pee dribbled out of my pussy and splashed quietly into my bed. "Mmm," I moaned as I could feel it splashing my inner thighs and warming my bottom. It didn't last long, and as soon as I finished I lay back down, feeling the warm wetness beneath me but not caring. I knew, as I drifted off to sleep, that wetting my bed was going to become a regular thing.
 

[weequeen 1,990]

love this! having your bare pussy against things and pissing into to them is a wonderful feeling and this captures it (and makes me horny got wanting to do it, haha)

[wetwulf 3,324]

7 hours ago, weequeen said:

love this! having your bare pussy against things and pissing into to them is a wonderful feeling and this captures it (and makes me horny got wanting to do it, haha)

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. More chapters to come.

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

This story just gets hotter and hotter. Wonder if they'll become a couple, or find boyfriends who're into that (I know I'd love to find a girl who wets herself!).

[wetwulf 3,324]

1 hour ago, cjm3rcl1n3 said:

or find boyfriends who're into that

Thank you for the compliments. I'm glad you enjoy the series.

My mind was actually leaning towards the boyfriend idea. I'm glad someone else thought of it.

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

52 minutes ago, wetwulf said:

Thank you for the compliments. I'm glad you enjoy the series.

My mind was actually leaning towards the boyfriend idea. I'm glad someone else thought of it.

Maybe the girls will be caught wetting in public by two guys, and rather than be disgusted, the guys admit they're turned on, and want to fuck them?