Kitchen Floor Revisited

[Sophie 24,410]

As some of you may know, my new years resolution is to have a wee somewhere other than the toilet at least once a week, and so far I’ve been keeping up with it. It’s actually really interesting to think in a completely different way, suddenly you get lots of ideas and everything is a toilet if you want it enough. So I’ve been peeing outdoors, in the bathtub, sinks and more. I want to share one that I enjoyed in particular...

So one of my all time favourite things I’ve done, and a story on here, is peeing on the kitchen floor while being recorded by a camera, and since I enjoyed it so much, I decided to do it again. I was going to mix it up a little, going for a more casual approach (yeah, what’s casual about peeing on the floor, Sophie...), so no sexy outfits or lingerie, no stripteases. I was going to just go in my normal everyday clothes, and this time there would be a wetting. To make sure I truly wasn’t preparing for it, I asked my husband to pick the date for me, and only tell me on the day. I actually asked him on the 3rd of January, nearly three months ago! The rule was once he told me I wasn’t allowed to get changed, or put on makeup, or do my hair etc, it had to be just normal, natural Sophie.

So yesterday (27th Feb) I was just lounging around in front of the TV after work. I was wearing a white tennis style skirt and dark blue top, with a blue thong and matching bra, nothing spectacular. I had my hair in a ponytail, with two small sections of hair hanging down at the front. My daughter was staying with a friend for the weekend so it was just me and my husband.. He came in from the kitchen carrying a large glass of water and with a smile, placed it in front of me. “Today's the day! Drink up.” I gladly took it from the table and finished it within seconds. I hadn’t been to the toilet for about three hours so I was already feeling full and knew it wouldn’t take long for me to become desperate.

I passed him the empty glass and with a kiss on the cheek, he went back into the kitchen to get me more water. I drank it quite quickly, consuming the pint in a couple of minutes and got up to cook dinner. Making sure I had a drink at hand.  I frequently sipped the water while peeling the potatoes and getting everything ready, and I could feel it starting to have an effect. I felt fuller as the minutes went by and began to get excited, I estimated I would be making a puddle within an hour. By the time I was plating up my glass was empty again and my husband happily refilled it, putting it on the kitchen table ready for my meal.

As we sat and ate our dinner, a delicious omelette and chips, I felt myself getting desperate, having to cross my legs under the table and jiggle about a little. The first glasses of water were definitely in my bladder now. I soldiered on, drinking water throughout my meal even though it was quickly becoming difficult, and my brain was protesting. Every time I picked up the glass it became harder to hold, it felt wrong drinking more water when I really wanted to get it out of me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer so I said to my husband “You might want to get your camera ready after this” with a smile, he smiled back, knowing what was coming up.

We finished our meal at about the same time and as he stood up I took the glass and finished what was left, roughly half a pint, in one go. I knew that was getting close to my limit and was a little painful with all the food too. He took my plate away and went upstairs to get his camera and tripod, while I sat waiting, crossing my legs and jiggling in my seat. I began to wonder if I would become shy again, and how long I would go for. What my stream would be like. I guessed it would gush out of me again, and I was looking forward to that. The feeling when the dam finally bursts is amazing.

My husband came back downstairs with his camera and I slid a hand between my legs, holding myself over my skirt while I watched him put everything together, my legs squeezed tightly together. After about five minutes he said he was ready so I took a deep breath and stood up, my hands shaking with excitement. I knew he liked to focus on the kitchen tile with a slight scuff so I walked over to it, and into frame with a smile. Stopping to face the camera before squatting, lifting my white skirt up around my waist at the same time, revealing the still dry thong hidden underneath.

A wave of happiness flooded into my brain as I felt myself relaxing immediately, I wasn’t going to be shy today. My smile widened as I let out a dribble of wee, seeing a small wet circle appear on my knickers in the screen opposite. The smile turned into a giggle as I let out another, much larger dribble. The wet circle now spreading out to the edges of the fabric. My relief was only moments away. After a few seconds I let out another dribble which quickly developed into a slow trickle, gently flowing though my thong and onto the floor, a puddle forming underneath me. There was no stopping now! It felt so good being able to finally have a wee, my body shivering with relief, and I loved being able to watch it all on the screen opposite. Seeing what the camera sees.

I looked down as my pee started pooling around my feet, smiling at the growing puddle and the small stream making it. I absolutely loved the gentle wee I was having instead of a proper gush, knowing I would be able to enjoy the amazing feeling for longer. Looking back at the camera I saw a very thin trickle behind my main stream, running off my bum and causing a second set of ripples in the puddle below.  By now my thong was completely soaked but I just kept going and going, I had been going for about a minute at this point and I began to wonder when it would end, but I wanted it to continue.

After going for a good minute and a half, and feeling very relieved, my stream began to die down and soon turned into drips. I was finally done. I stayed squatting for a little longer, knowing I usually have some left over and sure enough after about a minute I started another gentle trickle, weeing for another ten seconds. I loved seeing the fabric glisten as I started weeing again. I stood up with a beaming smile and looked at the large puddle around me,letting my skirt fall and hide my soaking wet thong before walking past the camera, giving it a cheeky wink. My husband stopped the recording and when he turned around I grabbed him, pulling him close and locking lips. Straight away his hands went up the back of my skirt, pulling down the waistband of my knickers. I’ll let your imagination tell the rest of the story ;)

Looking back at the video, I went for one minute and 37 seconds, including the second dribble, quite proud of it really! My husband mopped up the puddle while I ran a hot bath for us both. I hope you enjoyed this, and I apologise if it’s a little too long!

[steve25805 126,053]

1 hour ago, Sophie said:

I apologise if it’s a little too long!

Awesomely erotic true tales like that are NEVER too  long, lol

The only thing that could have made such a true tale even better is if it were MY kitchen floor you were peeing on - with me there to watch you doing it!

Still, you've done it quite a few times already in my imagination, lol.

[F.W 5,734]

You should put that footage up for auction Sophie.Nicely written!

[Sexismygod 1,782]

I know the real video is for you and your husband only but the scene playing in my head is superb.  Beautifully written and as sexy as it gets.  I think you've found your next career 

Knowing it really happened adds immensely to the erotic nature resulting in an immediate standing ovation 

[Sophie 24,410]

Thanks for the kind words guys! I really appreciate it.

Since I'm not very good at describing hairstyles, I thought I'd post a photo of what it was inspired by. Like this but my hair is shorter at the front, going to about my nose.

[Alfresco 11,633]

@Sophie, that was super hot.  Thanks for sharing and for the level of detail as well as the background as to how it came about.  Like Steve, I would have loved to have seen you doing that, but will have to leave it to my imagination.....