Cara's Story

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I went on a camping trip recently with some friends, and I know I will never be the same. I spent a few days with my closest friends, Savanna, Larissa, and Sandy, and let's just say we embraced our freedom in the great outdoors. By that, I mean we spent most of the trip naked, and since it was a rugged cabin with no bathroom, if we needed to pee, we just went wherever and however we wanted.

It was during that trip that I fell in love with the amazing feeling of soaking a couch. Since that trip,I have snuck down a few times to our older couch in the basement, the one near the garage that my husband plans to throw out. Ordinarily, I would curse his procrastination. But in this case, I hope he takes his time.

What the girls don't know, though, is that the trip wasn't my first time enjoying some wetting experiences. Oh, sure, I told them the story where I was stuck in traffic, but that wasn't my first time, either. My experiences really started when I was pregnant with my daughter, Allie. Her father left me after he learned I was pregnant, and I met my current husband a year later. So I was a hard working mommy-to-be who had to deal with the loneliness that comes with being a single parent.

As any woman who has been pregnant will tell you, it takes a toll on your bladder. As the baby inside me grew, it was almost like my bladder shrunk. I had to pee all the time. And I felt like it got harder and harder to hold it long enough to make it to the bathroom. I work in an office building, and the nearest bathroom is a decent walk from my desk. When I was about five and a half months pregnant, I was on the phone with a client and felt like I needed to pee. I was able to wrap up the conversation by directing the client to another line, but when I stood up to go, I knew I was going to be in trouble.

"Are you okay?" Donna, one of my coworkers, asked me.

"Um, yeah, I just really have to pee. I'll be right back." I walked as quickly as I could out into the hallway, but I felt like if I pushed myself too much, I might lose control. I more or less shuffled down the hall, probably looking ridiculous to anyone who saw me. I didn't care, though. I just needed to get to that bathroom. I finally reached it and yanked the door open. Luckily, there was no one else in any of the stalls, so I rushed to one.

I don't know if it was seeing the toilet that did it, but right then and there my bladder just let go. I felt a hot squirt of pee in my panties. I gasped and turned around, lifting my skirt up. I was about to tug my panties down, but another squirt halted me and I knew it was pointless. So I just sat down, realizing too late that the lid was down (who the hell did that?). I couldn't do anything now except sit there and sigh in relief as I soaked my panties and the toilet. I could hear it hissing into my panties and dribbling onto the stall floor. At first, I was worried someone might walk in, but as I felt the soothing warmth of my pee soaking my panties and dribbling between my legs, I just relaxed and enjoyed it.

It happened again that same day. I was at my desk and felt desperate. This time, though, knowing my panties were soaked, I decided (out of both convenience and a little naughtiness) to see if I could pee at my desk without anyone noticing. At first, I thought I would maybe slide the trash can over and see if my aim was good. But as I squirmed in my seat, I felt the thick cushion under me. I had bought it because the chairs they gave us weren't very comfortable at all. If it was thick enough to handle my afternoon pee, I could always take it home and wash it.

My bladder decided for me as I felt a wave much like earlier, and I knew I wouldn't even be able to make it to the bathroom this time. So, as I continued with my work, I scooted back in my seat and carefully tugged my skirt up so I wasn't sitting on it. Then, I didn't even try to hold it anymore. I just kept doing what I was doing and let go. I felt it start to dribble out of me as I opened my legs a little. The warm feeling between my legs was so amazing that I bit my lip to keep from gasping. I felt my bottom getting wetter and wetter. I tried to slow the flow down in case the cushion wasn't thick enough, but it was no use. It continued to dribble out of me quick enough that I could hear it. I looked around, but no one else seemed to notice. They were all busy with their own work. At last, my dribble eased to a trickle that tickled my slit, and I bit my lip again.

After that, my bladder got weaker and I got wilder. My bedroom is also down the hall from the bathroom, so if I had to pee at night, I knew I probably wouldn't make it. Most nights I kept a towel on the floor next to the bed and I would either squat or stand over the towel and pee right on the towel, sometimes with panties on and sometimes off. As I got closer to my due date, though, it became tougher to sit up every time I had to pee, especially in the middle of the night when I was already exhausted. At this point, I was staying with my parents in case I went into labor. I woke up having to pee, so I yelled for my mom.

"Mom, can you come help me, please?" She didn't answer me. I looked at the clock. It was 2 AM, so I knew it would be tough to wake her up. I tried again and finally heard her grumble.

"What is it?" she yelled from her room.

"I need help getting out of bed. I have to pee."

"Come on, Cara, it's two o'clock in the morning. You can't get out of bed yourself?"

"No," I said. "I can't get up. I need help." She groaned again.

"Just... pee in the bed," she said.

"Are you serious?" I asked. I tried not to sound excited, but I really was.

"Yes, it's fine. We were looking for a reason to replace your old mattress anyway, so..."

"Okay," I said. "Thank you." I reached under the covers and pulled my night gown up. Then, I slid my panties down and relaxed. "Mom, this probably won't be the last time I do this," I said.

"It's fine," she said, sounding like she was close to falling back to sleep.

I closed my eyes and could feel the pressure building. I spread my legs just a little and sighed. Seconds later, a loud, hissing spray of warm pee splashed all over my thighs and my bed. It quickly pooled at my crotch, making a dribbling sound that was almost as exciting as the tingling feeling between my legs. I couldn't help it this time. I slipped a finger inside my vagina and rubbed myself as I peed, biting my lip to keep from screaming. I opened and closed my legs as I rubbed until I felt my orgasm building and then flowing through me. I couldn't be quiet anymore and I squealed as I climaxed, still feeling tiny trickles tickling my slit again.

So after these few experiences, I continued to be a naughty girl when I could. I wet my bed all the way up to my delivery. At home, I fell asleep after putting the baby in the bassinet, and I woke up soaking wet, ruining my sheets and mattress. So I decided to keep wetting my bed, touching myself as often as I could (which wasn't often with a baby). This lasted until I met my current husband, Jerry.

Jerry doesn't know about my fetish. But who knows? That may change soon.

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Just curious which of the girls' story would you all like to see next? I need some inspiration and motivation.

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Just curious which of the girls' story would you all like to see next? I need some inspiration and motivation.

I would be interested in seeing Sandy's story next. I loved the story she gave about peeing when she was on the swim team. I'd definitely like to hear more about her.

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Thank you @ramsesisthebest. I will think about it.