Little Festive Treats

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Quite a simple concept - just for Christmas and maybe New Year, a little run of short stories with a festive slant.

And for ANYONE to contribute.   Just short Christmassy pee themed stories...

 

Emma smiled as she cupped her hands around her mug, breathing in the sweet aroma of the hot chocolate.  Steam fogged her glasses blurring the twinkling christmas lights.  All around her the bustle of chatter, the movement of crowds of people and the smell of food cooking.  And yet Emma at the same time Emma was alone in near darkness.   Able to enjoy her own moment of peace in the midst of the madness that was the city's Christmas market.

Normally Emma would have had the inane constant chatter of her aunt to put up with.  She didn't mind too much, as a student helping to staff her aunt's Christmas market stall wasn't too bad a way to make so extra money.  The hours were long - noon through to 10pm, the breaks were limited to nipping off to the gross smelly temporary toilets when the need got too much to bear.  Or she needed five minutes peace.   And she'd got used to the cold.  Layering up was the trick there.

Today though those layers were serving a different purpose.  Today Emma was alone. Her precious cousin had some minor ailment and her aunt had been fretting.  That was worse than the normal droning on, so Emma had suggested she could look after the stall if her aunt wanted to leave.  Not really suggested, more insisted.

The thing was, that meant Emma couldn't leave the stall.  There'd be hell to pay if a single item was stolen, and with nobody there who knew what may happen.  So Emma had been sitting it out for the last three hours and another hour before closing time.   She was fine, she had sandwiches and a big flask of hot chocolate.   Now pretty much an empty flask to be fair.

Normally Emma would have taken herself off to pee at least an hour ago.  Squeezing into the smelly plastic cubicle, locking the door with her sleeve and taking care not to touch any surface with bare skin.  Then wriggling down many layers of quilted ski pants,  joggers, leggings and finally thong, before hovering somewhere roughly over the pan.

Today though she couldn't do that.  Instead she'd stayed on her stool, invisible from the chest down feeling a gradual steady weight building in her abdomen.  The thought of pee hadn't been far away - watching people in the crowd sipping on mulled wine, imagining them squirming under fur coats. Maybe getting frantic as they waited for tram journeys home.  Maybe even having to squat in the darkness somewhere...

Emma though had a far better plan than that.  An hour ago the desperation had got way past the point she'd normally go for to pee, past the stage she'd giggle and tell people she 'really needed a wee'.  It hadn't got to the floodgates stage, which was just as well because Emma still wanted to be in control.  Sitting just a few feet away from the crowds she'd relaxed and allowed a small trickle of wee to intimately warm her.  Then held on until the need subsided.  A minute or so later and another longer release, still slow steady and controlled though.

So for the last thirty minutes Emma had been steadily and wonderfully wetting herself.  She could feel soft warmth caressing her neatly trimmed curves, warm yoga pants clinging to her bum and thighs.  She had pretty much released a full bladder into her combined layers of clothing, and with those layers was perfectly insulated and warm.  Cosy even in the darkness.

An hour later, Emma was locking closing the shutters and locking away the cash box.  Time to head home for a shower, put the washing machine on and climb into bed...

Not that Emma was planning on sleeping just yet...

 

[Sophie 24,412]

@gldenwetgoose Emma is so naughty!! I love the thought of her slowly emptying her bladder little by little, enjoying the feeling all to herself while at the same time acting perfectly innocent.

[steve25805 126,156]

My husband likes to watch me pee in random places and I enjoy doing it.

Sadly, for reasons I am not going to go into, he has had to spend this Christmas abroad, thousands of miles away.

But he did send me at great expense a number of expensive Christmas presents, including a top quality, fine China dinner set, plates, cups, saucers and so on. Am amazed it arrived intact to be honest in spite of being clearly marked "handle with care".

Anyway, I needed a pee and wanted to show my appreciation in a way I knew he'd appreciate. My friend was with me, and she knows about how my husband likes watching me me pee, so I roped her in. Because I had had the naughtiest idea. I placed the entire dinner set on the kitchen floor, took my clothes off and stood astride it all as my friend filmed me peeing all over it, which she thought was hilarious. I then sent the clip to my husband with a message about christening his present in a way I knew he'd appreciate.

He soon sent me back a massive heart icon, so I guess he enjoyed the show.

[Kupar 13,341]

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And K in her long socks, and I in the nude
On the sofa were snuggled – she was well in the mood.

The stockings were hung by the bright Christmas tree
(I hoped that St. Nicola would be needing a wee).
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Sure there were reindeer; of course a sleigh too, 
But ’twas the driver I noticed … well, wouldn’t you?
 
I knew in a moment she must be St. Nic,
And her outfit was causing a twitch in my dick.
She climbed through the window (the chimney was sealed),
And undid her tunic, her breasts all revealed.

“Your present is here,” she said, “Ho, ho, ho!”
Nic stood legs apart and pee started to flow;
Wet thighs all a-sparkle in the light of the fire 
(I’m sure I could hear a heavenly choir).

She was gone in an instant; my mind all a muddle,
But there on the hearth-rug ... a definite puddle.

Merry Christmas!
 

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

BRILLIANT - Love it !!!!

[Sophie 24,412]

1 hour ago, Kupar said:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And K in her long socks, and I in the nude
On the sofa were snuggled – she was well in the mood.

The stockings were hung by the bright Christmas tree
(I hoped that St. Nicola would be needing a wee).
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Sure there were reindeer; of course a sleigh too, 
But ’twas the driver I noticed … well, wouldn’t you?
 
I knew in a moment she must be St. Nic,
And her outfit was causing a twitch in my dick.
She climbed through the window (the chimney was sealed),
And undid her tunic, her breasts all revealed.

“Your present is here,” she said, “Ho, ho, ho!”
Nic stood legs apart and pee started to flow;
Wet thighs all a-sparkle in the light of the fire 
(I’m sure I could hear a heavenly choir).

She was gone in an instant; my mind all a muddle,
But there on the hearth-rug ... a definite puddle.

Merry Christmas!
 

That was amazing!  Well done!

[Kupar 13,341]

Thank you @gldenwetgoose and @Sophie 🙂  The original is good for parody in many ways. Find a rhyming dictionary online and away you go!

[MidoriLemonade85 2,367]

6 hours ago, Kupar said:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And K in her long socks, and I in the nude
On the sofa were snuggled – she was well in the mood.

The stockings were hung by the bright Christmas tree
(I hoped that St. Nicola would be needing a wee).
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Sure there were reindeer; of course a sleigh too, 
But ’twas the driver I noticed … well, wouldn’t you?
 
I knew in a moment she must be St. Nic,
And her outfit was causing a twitch in my dick.
She climbed through the window (the chimney was sealed),
And undid her tunic, her breasts all revealed.

“Your present is here,” she said, “Ho, ho, ho!”
Nic stood legs apart and pee started to flow;
Wet thighs all a-sparkle in the light of the fire 
(I’m sure I could hear a heavenly choir).

She was gone in an instant; my mind all a muddle,
But there on the hearth-rug ... a definite puddle.

Merry Christmas!
 

Love this so much! 💜💜💜

[steve25805 126,156]

7 hours ago, Kupar said:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And K in her long socks, and I in the nude
On the sofa were snuggled – she was well in the mood.

The stockings were hung by the bright Christmas tree
(I hoped that St. Nicola would be needing a wee).
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Sure there were reindeer; of course a sleigh too, 
But ’twas the driver I noticed … well, wouldn’t you?
 
I knew in a moment she must be St. Nic,
And her outfit was causing a twitch in my dick.
She climbed through the window (the chimney was sealed),
And undid her tunic, her breasts all revealed.

“Your present is here,” she said, “Ho, ho, ho!”
Nic stood legs apart and pee started to flow;
Wet thighs all a-sparkle in the light of the fire 
(I’m sure I could hear a heavenly choir).

She was gone in an instant; my mind all a muddle,
But there on the hearth-rug ... a definite puddle.

Merry Christmas!
 

That was truly brilliant. You clearly have a gift for poetry.

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

I really can't believe what I've just done...   I'm feeling so naughty and just have to tell someone - before I burst.

This time of year is always so busy, well I mean it is for everyone.   And the last weekend before Christmas especially so.   Today I've been rushing about like a busy little Christmas Fairy.  You see, it's been our community Christmas Carols event.  So after picking up groceries for our own festive dinner I've been busy in the kitchen making mince pies, icing the cake, warming a few gallons of mulled wine.

Before I knew it I was across at the community hall, laying out the tablecloths, putting candles into holders, getting the ovens warmed up.   Without a moment to breathe I was bundling up warm for the annual village carols event.   It's a lovely community thing, we meet on the corner of the village green for a little carol service.  This year the winter sun set and a chill breeze blew through making our candle lanterns flicker.

It was at that moment, just as the chill set in, the thought struck me - I hadn't had a wee since breakfast time.   I'd been buzzing about all morning and afternoon.  Goodness knows how many cups of tea I'd had, but I hadn't had a wee.  I hadn't really felt the need to.   It wouldn't be long though I told myself trying not to let any grimaces show.  As the carols carried on though, my need was escalating by the minute.   As soon as I'd thought about it the need had leapt up.  But a plan formed in my mind...

I knew the order of the carols off by heart and as it came to the last two I knew it wouldn't be more than a few minutes before everyone made their way back to the hall for mince pies, mulled wine and heaven forbid, more tea.   And no doubt lots of other people needing to use the loo as well.   I'd formulated a plan to make sure I got there first, so as the carols continued I slipped away from the group to head back to the community hall.

It was a short but very brisk walk as I willed myself to keep control of my bladder and in a couple of minutes I strode around the corner of the privet hedge to the doors of the hall.  I nearly jumped out of my skin, and very nearly flooded the pathway when, just as I was about to pull on the door handle, a voice from the shadows said "It's locked, have you got a key?"   The voice belonged to Carol, an old school friend and now the chair of the Womens' Institute.

"Carol, you nearly made me wet myself.   What do you mean locked?  Don't you have the key?"

It very quickly transpired that someone had gone to find the key, and also equally transpired that Carol was in the same state I was, if not even worse.  Who knows how long before someone was back with a key, and before we knew it half the village would be thronging around the doors.  The two of us must have looked a right pair, jiggling about on the spot like that.

"Once a girl guide, always a guide ?"  I winked at Carol and she laughed, as much as she dared anyway. 

So, with a silent look of agreement at each other we scuttled around the side of the community hall into the darkness.  In far less time than it would have taken to lock a cubicle door, hang up a handbag and lift a toilet seat, we were reaching under our dresses, lowering underwear and adopting a high squat side by side.  Almost in unison two whistling gushes started, splattering noisily on the wooded slats of the hall behind us and the weeds below.

The relief was amazing and suddenly we were giggling at each other.  Over the years of course we'd been there many times - when the funfair came to the village every year, or just in the long summer holidays, then later on after dances in the hall.  There was many a girl had lost their innocence there too.  But now, this was probably the first time a WI chairperson and a Vicar's wife had ever had a wee together on that spot.

(We did wash our hands before handing out the mince pies). 

Merry Christmas

[Fanny 773]

On 12/21/2023 at 3:05 PM, Kupar said:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And K in her long socks, and I in the nude
On the sofa were snuggled – she was well in the mood.

The stockings were hung by the bright Christmas tree
(I hoped that St. Nicola would be needing a wee).
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Sure there were reindeer; of course a sleigh too, 
But ’twas the driver I noticed … well, wouldn’t you?
 
I knew in a moment she must be St. Nic,
And her outfit was causing a twitch in my dick.
She climbed through the window (the chimney was sealed),
And undid her tunic, her breasts all revealed.

“Your present is here,” she said, “Ho, ho, ho!”
Nic stood legs apart and pee started to flow;
Wet thighs all a-sparkle in the light of the fire 
(I’m sure I could hear a heavenly choir).

She was gone in an instant; my mind all a muddle,
But there on the hearth-rug ... a definite puddle.

Merry Christmas!
 

I love this! I have a cheeky little voice in my head that just says the words in the right rhythm. Absolutely perfect. 

[Kupar 13,341]

2 hours ago, Fanny said:

I love this! I have a cheeky little voice in my head that just says the words in the right rhythm. Absolutely perfect. 

Thank you! 

[Kupar 13,341]

On 12/23/2023 at 3:34 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

I really can't believe what I've just done...   I'm feeling so naughty and just have to tell someone - before I burst.

This time of year is always so busy, well I mean it is for everyone.   And the last weekend before Christmas especially so.   Today I've been rushing about like a busy little Christmas Fairy.  You see, it's been our community Christmas Carols event.  So after picking up groceries for our own festive dinner I've been busy in the kitchen making mince pies, icing the cake, warming a few gallons of mulled wine.

Before I knew it I was across at the community hall, laying out the tablecloths, putting candles into holders, getting the ovens warmed up.   Without a moment to breathe I was bundling up warm for the annual village carols event.   It's a lovely community thing, we meet on the corner of the village green for a little carol service.  This year the winter sun set and a chill breeze blew through making our candle lanterns flicker.

It was at that moment, just as the chill set in, the thought struck me - I hadn't had a wee since breakfast time.   I'd been buzzing about all morning and afternoon.  Goodness knows how many cups of tea I'd had, but I hadn't had a wee.  I hadn't really felt the need to.   It wouldn't be long though I told myself trying not to let any grimaces show.  As the carols carried on though, my need was escalating by the minute.   As soon as I'd thought about it the need had leapt up.  But a plan formed in my mind...

I knew the order of the carols off by heart and as it came to the last two I knew it wouldn't be more than a few minutes before everyone made their way back to the hall for mince pies, mulled wine and heaven forbid, more tea.   And no doubt lots of other people needing to use the loo as well.   I'd formulated a plan to make sure I got there first, so as the carols continued I slipped away from the group to head back to the community hall.

It was a short but very brisk walk as I willed myself to keep control of my bladder and in a couple of minutes I strode around the corner of the privet hedge to the doors of the hall.  I nearly jumped out of my skin, and very nearly flooded the pathway when, just as I was about to pull on the door handle, a voice from the shadows said "It's locked, have you got a key?"   The voice belonged to Carol, an old school friend and now the chair of the Womens' Institute.

"Carol, you nearly made me wet myself.   What do you mean locked?  Don't you have the key?"

It very quickly transpired that someone had gone to find the key, and also equally transpired that Carol was in the same state I was, if not even worse.  Who knows how long before someone was back with a key, and before we knew it half the village would be thronging around the doors.  The two of us must have looked a right pair, jiggling about on the spot like that.

"Once a girl guide, always a guide ?"  I winked at Carol and she laughed, as much as she dared anyway. 

So, with a silent look of agreement at each other we scuttled around the side of the community hall into the darkness.  In far less time than it would have taken to lock a cubicle door, hang up a handbag and lift a toilet seat, we were reaching under our dresses, lowering underwear and adopting a high squat side by side.  Almost in unison two whistling gushes started, splattering noisily on the wooded slats of the hall behind us and the weeds below.

The relief was amazing and suddenly we were giggling at each other.  Over the years of course we'd been there many times - when the funfair came to the village every year, or just in the long summer holidays, then later on after dances in the hall.  There was many a girl had lost their innocence there too.  But now, this was probably the first time a WI chairperson and a Vicar's wife had ever had a wee together on that spot.

(We did wash our hands before handing out the mince pies). 

Merry Christmas

I missed this earlier! It's wonderful! Completely plausible and great fun. Thanks ❤️

[Alfresco 11,639]

Only just found this thread, so I'm late to the (Christmas) party.  However, love the theme and the stories, especially the Night before Christmas @Kupar and the vicar and the WI chair @gldenwetgoose.  Both very imaginative and well written.