Tales of a Furniture Wetter: The Invitation

[wetwulf 3,324]

This is the next chapter in my Tales of a Furniture Wetter series. It contains female desperation, wetting, furniture wetting, and masturbation.

The next morning, I woke up to the very noticeable feeling of cold wetness beneath me. It didn't take long before my sleepiness gave way to the memory of what I had done last night. I had wet my bed on purpose. I waited for a feeling of shame or embarrassment, but instead I smiled because I was also remembering how great it had felt.

What wasn't great, though, was the cold feeling of the wet sheet under me. I removed the covers and looked down at the wide puddle on the sheets beneath me. I smiled, feeling a mixture of surprise and erotic glee. As I was staring, I heard a faint sound that I wasn't sure was what it sounded like. It sounded like moaning. I grinned and listened again. I heard it again, and this time it was unmistakable: Carolyn was moaning.

Still smiling and listening intently, I also became aware that I hadn't yet emptied my morning bladder. I sat up with my back against the headboard of my bed but kept my legs out in front of me. From this position I could hear even better since Carolyn's room is right next to mine. At first, all I heard was moaning. This didn't last, though. “Ohhh, my god, this feels so fucking good. Mmm.” More moaning followed this, and then, “Ohh, I'm soaking my bed even more.” As soon as Carolyn said this, I looked down at my pussy and sighed and emptied my own bladder. My morning pee burst out in a messy splash that hissed strongly. “Ohh, fuck yes,” Carolyn continued, still moaning and panting. I imagined her morning pee being equally wet and messy, perhaps splashing her inner thighs, much like mine was, and soaking warmly beneath her bottom. This image, combined with her sounds of pleasure and the erotic feeling of my pee continuing to soak my bed, turned me on so much that I was soon touching myself. Carolyn must have been reaching climax because her moaning had grown to screaming. “Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming and pissing in my bed!” She screamed, and soon I was also screaming and bucking my hips, rubbing my ass and pussy in the wet puddle beneath me.

After a few minutes of enjoying the blissful feeling of warm wetness beneath me, I got up and took a quick shower. After drying off and then brushing my teeth and doing a few things to get my hair ready, I stepped out of the bathroom fully naked. As I was walking down the hall, I heard Carolyn's alarm going off. I walked to her room to make sure she didn't snooze it and fall back to sleep. She was lying on her stomach beneath her blanket. As expected, I watched her reach her arm out and tap her phone screen. “Good morning,” I said. “Time to wake up.”

“Ugh,” she mumbled into her pillow. “I don't want to get up.” I laughed and then reached over and flipped on her bedroom light. Carolyn groaned again and covered her head with her blanket.

“C'mon sleepy head,” I said. “Get up.”

“Fine,” she said. “I'll get up in a minute. Just turn the light off, please.” I laughed but flipped the light off like she asked. I started to walk away when I heard Carolyn say, “Wow, my bed is soaked.” She moved around just a little bit but mostly remained on her stomach under the blanket. “Oh well, guess I can't do anything about it now.” I laughed.

“Yeah, um…,” I said. “Neither can I.” Carolyn chuckled after I said this, and I knew she wasn't surprised.

“Guess I might as well just… ohhhh.” I heard hissing and dribbling sounds and knew then that she was peeing in her bed. “Mmm, it feels good to just lay here and… ohh… let it all out.” The hissing continued, and I saw her move just enough to be rubbing her naked pussy against her wet sheets as she peed. “Ohh shit… I'm feeling so… ohhh… mmmm….” She squealed and gasped and then went still, and I heard another soft hissing as she peed more. Carolyn rolled over and tossed her blanket off. “I guess you can turn the light back on. I'm awake now.” I flipped the switch and stared wide-eyed at the large wet spot on her bed, as well as the shiny wetness glistening off her bare skin. Like me, Carolyn was fully naked, so when she finally climbed out of bed, I could see droplets of pee snaking gently down her body. “I need a shower,” she said.

A little later, after Carolyn showered and we both got dressed, we kept smiling knowingly at each other but not mentioning anything about wetting our beds or masturbating. In fact, we both behaved like this had become our new normal. We were obviously both very turned on by this “new normal” and not at all uncomfortable or bothered by it. Then Carolyn asked me an unexpected question.

“Do you want me to give you a ride to work?” She had never offered such a thing before, so I was confused.

“I guess,” I said. “But why?” Now, Carolyn did blush a little, but she still smiled at me.

“You know, in case you want to… pee… on the way?” I gasped and covered my mouth in half-surprise, but I was also smiling. “You probably don't want to ruin your car seat, and the damage is already done to mine, so… why not?” I couldn't argue with her logic, so I agreed, and we both grabbed our purses and walked to her car. As soon as we opened the car doors, we both giggled at the still visible wet stains on the seats. “Good thing we wore skirts,” Carolyn said. We adjusted our skirts to sit down as best we could without getting them wet, and I could see that Carolyn was actually wearing silky looking lace thong panties. She must have seen me looking because she commented. “I don't like going commando all day,” she said. “Plus, I kind of want to know what they feel like when they're soaked.” I had a feeling she was going to find out soon.

I didn't have to wait long before Carolyn proved to me that she was serious about wetting her car seat again. About ten minutes into our commute, we were talking about some new shows coming to Netflix when Carolyn said, “Hang on a second.” As we pulled up to a stoplight, Carolyn opened her legs, and then I heard a muffled hissing sound. “Ahhhhh, yeah, that's nice.” Soon, there was also a dribbling sound as her flow of pee wasn't yet absorbing into her seat. It ended quickly, but her look of relief and pleasure was still there.

A few minutes later, I also started to feel the need to pee. We weren't far from my office building, but I knew what I would be doing soon, even if I could have held it. I made sure my skirt was out of the way, and with my legs together, I relaxed. As my pee started to dribble out, some of it trickled into the seat beneath me, but a lot of it started to puddle on my upper thighs where my legs touched. This made both me and Carolyn laugh. I let go fully and watched as this puddle grew until it flowed down my thighs and either trickled between my legs or flowed down from my knees to the floor. Like Carolyn's pee, mine didn't last long, but I delighted in the warmth of my pee beneath me and on my legs.

We finally arrived outside my office building. “Don't work too hard,” Carolyn said, as I grabbed my purse and opened the door.

“I never do,” I said, as I climbed carefully out of the car. “Thank you. And have a good day,” I said.

Carolyn grinned. “Oh, I plan to.” As she said this, I heard hissing again and could see the puddle forming between her legs. Carolyn giggled. “Bye,” she said. I closed the car door, and she drove off.

Work was mostly boring and not worth mentioning other than a few hours in when I needed to pee. I was tempted to take a break and make the trip down to the 6th floor, but we were really busy in the office, so I stayed. As the pressure built in my bladder, I started to worry that I wouldn't make it to the bathroom. I sat up just enough to move my skirt out of the way. The feeling of my bare pussy on the seat was almost enough to completely distract me from my work, and enough to make the bold decision to just let it all out in my chair. Even though I had a thick cushion on my chair for more comfort, I wasn't sure how much the added cushion would absorb, and both the cushion and my chair are gray, so the wet spot would definitely show.

I finally decided to scoot to the edge of my chair. I reached over and moved my trash can in front of me. I still kind of wanted to feel the warmth of my pee on my bottom, but I also didn't want to soak the cushion, so I didn't scoot up all the way. If anyone noticed a wet stain at the edge, I could claim I spilled something. I did a quick check to make sure no one was near my office area, and then I relaxed. My pee dribbled slowly, first wetting the edge of the chair. I sighed and enjoyed the warm feeling just beneath my thighs. The dribble became a full flow, spraying off the edge and into the trash can.

Just then, I saw movement in the corner window of my office, and in panic I cut off my flow and scooted back in my seat. Curtis, one of the paralegals, came around to my office door. I did my best to hold in my pee as he opened the door and came in. “Hey,” he said, smiling. Curtis is one of the more attractive paralegals and rarely comes into my office, so seeing him made me a little anxious, which of course made it even more difficult to hold my pee. “Just wanted to let you know that Donna is hosting a party, and… umm….” He paused and looked around my office. Was he nervous about something? I'd never seen him like this. This did not help my anxiety, and the struggle to hold my pee became worse. “Anyway, Donna wants everyone to bring a date, and umm….” My heart was in my throat as he stood there, his face turning red with obvious embarrassment. “I was wondering if you'd like to go with me?” I couldn't keep from gasping when he asked this. I also couldn't keep a squirt of pee from escaping. I felt my bottom get slightly warm, and luckily I was able to cut off the flow before soaking my seat. I felt my own face get flushed and hoped to god that Curtis thought maybe I was also nervous, which I was.

“Ummm,” I finally spoke, after regaining my composure, “yeah, that sounds like fun.” His expression changed to surprise and then he smiled.

“Awesome!” he said, looking very excited. He cleared his throat and then smiled again. “Great, umm… I'll send you the details.” 

Curtis closed my door, and I sat stunned by what had just happened. Then I couldn't contain my excitement as I squealed with joy. I also couldn't contain my pee, and suddenly a burst of warm piss flooded my panties. I felt it soak through my skirt, as well, and warm the seat cushion. I decided I didn't care anymore and just relaxed into the relief. My pee burst out of me and soaked my panties and my inner thighs. “Ohhh my god,” I moaned at the pleasurable feeling while also giggling. One of the hottest men in our office had just asked me to be his date, and I was pissing in my office chair. It was a good day.

Then, to my horror, my office door opened again. I gasped, clamped my legs together, and tried to stop peeing. It was no use, though, as a steady stream continued to warm my inner thighs and soak quietly into the chair cushion. It was Curtis again.

“Hey, ummm….” He paused, and I was sure he saw or knew what I had done. “You have a friend, too, right? Carolyn?” I was a little surprised that he knew enough about my life to know that. But I was too concerned about my soaked bottom to mention it.

“Yes, I do. Why?” Curtis nodded and smiled again.

“Can you see if she'd be interested in coming? Alan needs a date, too.” I knew Alan, as well. He was maybe even more attractive than Curtis but also a little too “gym bro” for me. He was, however, Carolyn's type.

“Umm,” I said, “yeah, I can ask her.” The last of my pee was seeping softly through my panties and skirt, and I was trying so hard not to show how good it felt.

“Great!” Curtis said, and then he closed my office door. I moaned again, continuing to enjoy the warmth of my wet bottom. I picked up my phone and called Carolyn to tell her everything. Of course she was thrilled, both about the party invitation and about my wetting.