Sophie visits Steve

[Sophie 22,991]

I had been in Steve’s neck of the woods on work related business and decided to pay him a visit before I went home again. It had been a few months since I pissed on his bed and we had such a lovely time so it would be rude not to. So, on Friday night I sent him a text asking if he was free over the weekend and if he wanted to meet up. He said he would love to, and that we should meet at a local café.

 I got up fairly early on Saturday morning and had a shower, ate breakfast, the usual stuff and then got myself ready to meet Steve. I decided to wear a nice dark blue dress that was fairly tight at the top but flowed beautifully from my waist down, reaching to my knees. Underneath was a navy blue thong and matching push up bra. To finish I wore a pair of high heels and put my hair up in a ponytail. I always like having it that way. I put on some light makeup, finished my morning coffee and left the hotel .

 When I arrived at the café Steve was already waiting inside and greeted me with a hug before ordering me a large coffee. He knows coffee goes right through me and ordered the largest one on the menu. A couple of minutes later it arrived and I couldn’t believe the size of it! If I knocked it off the table I think I would have flooded the place. We got chatting and he started telling me about the area, what it was like to live there, things to do and I clinged to his every word, happily sipping away at my mug of coffee. I could feel my bladder filling and soon needed a wee but I tried to ignore it, not wanting to get up and pause the conversation.

 It took me about twenty minutes to finish my coffee and we kept talking for another hour at least. By that point the coffee had plenty of time to work through my system and I was having to cross my legs underneath the table. I’m not sure if Steve noticed I was getting desperate but the conversation naturally turned to talking about peeing, and I told him about my roadside relief on the drive down. I was getting more desperate by the minute and subconsciously slid my hand underneath the table, squeezing my hand between my crossed legs. I really needed to go.

 After a little more chatting Steve suggested we went back to his place and continued the conversation there instead. It was much quieter and his sofa was a lot more comfortable than the wooden chairs we were sitting on. I happily agreed and we got into his car before driving home. I couldn’t take my mind off the urgent need to empty my bladder but I was trying to keep still at the same time, not making it obvious just how badly I needed to pee. Luckily the roads were quiet and it only took us a couple of minutes to reach his house.

 He unlocked the door and let me in, politely asking me to remove my heels at the door. I kept my legs crossed as I carefully took off my shoes and he led me to the living room, sitting on the sofa next to me. We started talking again about the various things I had discussed on the forum, how I had completely let go on my kitchen table, and the numerous times I had caught my antics on camera. It was becoming more difficult to pay attention to what we were talking about, my mind drifting to my aching bladder. I was incapable of sitting still, constantly crossing and uncrossing my legs. I had to say something. “Steve, I’m really sorry but can I please use your bathroom? I’m absolutely bursting for a wee!”

“I was wondering when you was going to say something about that. You’ve been jiggling for ages!” he chucked. “Yes, you can use my bathroom if you want, but I have a different idea. Why don’t you go on my living room carpet instead?”

I was shocked. The carpet looked brand new. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s a lovely carpet and I’d hate to ruin it.”

“Honestly, it’s fine. Seeing you soak it would be worth so much more than the cleaning bill. Please, be my guest!” I was unsure, it still felt wrong peeing on such a nice carpet, but if that’s what Steve wanted. And it would feel extremely naughty. “Okay… I’ll do it.”

 I got up off the sofa and reached up my dress, hooking my thumbs into the straps of my thong and easing it down my legs before taking it off and leaving it on the sofa. Then with a nervous smile I walked across to the middle of the room, and paused. My heart was beating out of my chest, was I really about to do this? I felt equally nervous and excited, like I was about to get into trouble, but wanted to. I lifted my dress up out of the way around my waist as I squatted on my toes, my bum resting on the back of my heels and parted my legs a little, knowing I was giving Steve an eyeful.

 As expected, I was quite pee shy and couldn’t relax enough to start my stream. I knew once I started going there was no stopping me, I just needed to get over the hill. It was quite a strange feeling. I was absolutely bursting for a wee, to the point where I was worried about wetting myself, but I still couldn’t let go when I actually wanted to. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to take my mind off what I was doing. I get pee shy quite often, even when sat on the toilet in the ladies so this was nothing new to me. One thing that usually worked was just thinking about anything but peeing, taking the pressure off my mind as such. So I started thinking about the most mundane thing I could, work. I thought about sitting at my desk going through exercise book after exercise book, the pile next to me seemingly endless.

 After about 30 seconds I managed to let out the smallest of dribbles, so small it didn’t even land on the carpet. Instead I felt it running from my smooth lips and stopping on my bum cheek, tickling a little. A few seconds later I let out another dribble, slightly longer this time. I was getting somewhere. A couple more seconds passed and I bit my lip as I let out a trickle, stopping immediately as I started thinking about it. I was sure the carpet was a little wet now but it was nothing to write home about. I took another deep breath and thought about something else, something involving me crouching. The pain of my bladder becoming increasingly difficult to supress. I thought about what I was going to have for my dinner when I got home and that led to me imagining I was crouching down to get the plates out of the cupboard. There was a faint sound of splashing as I let out another trickle. I was so close. Then it happened…

 My eyes flew open as I started a powerful hissing stream, it splashing noisily against the carpet. I couldn’t help but throw my head back and sigh as I felt the relief, my whole body shivering. I flashed Steve a naughty smile before looking down between my legs. There was already a large puddle at my feet and I had only been peeing for a few seconds. My smile widened as the wet stain beneath me spread outwards. I couldn’t look away, fascinated by my golden stream spraying against the soft carpet, loving how it seemed to pool on the surface momentarily before soaking into the luxurious fibres. My feet were getting wet and it only added to the pleasure, knowing I really was giving the carpet a real good soaking. My pee seemed to go on forever, I went for at least a minute before it slowed to a trickle. I looked up at Steve with a beaming smile, a small dribble still falling from between my legs. “Words cannot describe how naughty that felt” I giggled “Can you get me something to wipe with please? I’m pretty wet down there.” He had one last glance at the puddle and got up to get me something. I stayed squatted, looking down at the mess I made, feeling proud at the performance I had just done.

 Steve returned a few seconds later, surprised to see me peeing again “I always have a little left over when I’ve been holding for a while. Thank you” He held out a couple sheets of kitchen paper and I happily took them as I pushed out the last dribbles. I reached between my legs and wiped, making sure to get all the little drips, before standing up and letting my dress drop. “I can’t believe I’ve just done that.” With a smile I retreated back to the sofa, looking over my shoulder at the puddle on the carpet. “Oh my gosh! It looks so much larger from here. Did I really do all that?!” I reached for my thong, untwisting it before slipping my legs into it and sliding it out of view under my dress. Once I was comfortable I sat back down on the sofa, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

 That wasn’t the only wee I had at his place, but that’s a story for another day…

[steve25805 121,099]

Now Sophie, that was totally amazing. Loved it. You write so well that.....actually pretty similar to what you said about my writing....I could imagine you actually being here and doing that. And the focus upon wiping afterwards. Important for you ladies and something I ought to incorporate into any more stories I write about you.

And I'd so love to see you doing that, especially after reading that.

Thanks.

 

[likesToLick 9,709]

Truly a delightful fantasy Sophie.  Thank you for sharing it with us all.