Pee Anywhere You Want

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS, 21+, STORY IS MOSTLY INVOLVING PEE. INSPIRED BY REDHATTER.

Ella and I got on the train back to our hometown. We had a long day filled with activities in the city, going from shop to shop, and staying hydrated. We didn't have the chance to use the restroom before going home as we were already running late for our bus.

"Luckily, these trains got updated recently to include the seats that can be used as toilets!" Ella had exclaimed as we plopped down onto our padded seats.

I was a bit more hesitant to try out these seats, as it felt like it was one big prank. The concept didn't even seem that gross to me, in fact I was a little turned on, but nervous. Ella told me not to worry, and decided to make me feel more comfortable by going first.

The bus was quite empty, besides a few ladies several rows in front of us, although from what I had heard, no one paid mind to you undressing to use the pee seats. Ella quickly stood up, and reached below her white tennis skirt to pull down her pink panties. She dragged them more than halfway down her legs before stopping and sitting back down on the cushioned seat. Her skirt draped over her thighs, just covering her ass and barely keeping off the seat. She leaned forward and hooked her right thumb under her crop top to get more comfortable. I heard a muddled hiss and subsequent gush as her stream soaked the seat below her. Ella let out a soft whimper and her stream only grew louder. She gripped my knee with her left hand gently as she let out a very quiet moan under her breath. Then slowly, I heard the pee between her legs start to soften and then... Silence. Since was no toilet paper, Ella spread her legs and gently grinded against the soft seat to let it soak up the last few droplets of pee. She stood up and looked back to see the seat already almost completely dry again. "Wow," she said, "that was truly the most heavenly thing I have ever experienced. You've got to try this!"

I let out a groan before begrudgingly standing up. I wasn't quite sure why I was acting so upset, seeing Ella let free like that had me already wet between my legs. I had on a long skirt, which I pulled up to pull my panties to down below my knees. I felt a slight stickiness from the panties but luckily my long skirt shielded Ella's view of them as I was sure they were visibly stained. I pulled the back of my skirt up and nestled my butt into my seat. I dropped the dress so it fully hid my lower half again, providing at least some privacy. I widened my hips, and leaned a little bit forward, arching my back. I could feel a few spurts of pee leak out before the flow steadied into the seat below me. The pee warmed my thighs and my ass as it soaked into the seat below me. Luckily, the seats couldn't immediately soak up the pee, providing for a moment of pleasure. I could hear the torrent of warmth coming out of me, although the sound was dampened by my skirt too. I moaned, and it was much louder than Ella's, as I couldn't hide the bliss that I was feeling. Ella quickly shot me a glance, before letting out a cute smirk. I put my hand on her shoulder as I continued letting all the liquid drain out of my body. The heat and humidity that I was feeling between my thighs felt amazing, especially since it had turned to night and was just getting cold. I could sadly feel my bladder start to reach its end as I soaked in the delightful feeling of warmth. I turned towards Ella and straddled the seat to wipe the last bit of pee off me, and grinded away. The pee droplets had disappeared almost immediately, but I continued rubbing my pussy against the seat a little longer, but not long enough to be noticed. I stood up and pulled my underwear back on before sitting back down on the completely dry seat.

"How was it?" Ella asked.

"Exhilarating," I slyly replied.

...

When we stepped out of the train, Ella and I said our goodbyes and parted ways. On the way out of the train station, I saw a gift shop selling the exact same formula they put on the seats to soak up all that pee. Without hesitation I went in and bought several spray bottles and a large bottle of water to drink on my walk home.

...

As I neared my house I finished the last several gulps of my water, even though my bladder was already filled to its maximum.

I was about 3 blocks away when I couldn't take it anymore. I involuntarily let out a single squirt of pee, which I felt soak my panties and envelop my bottom with warmth. I let out a soft gasp from surprise, followed by a quiet moan as the heat sent shivers down my spine. Even though my ankle-length skirt shielded my lower half from the cold breeze of the night, I still looked around nervous in case anyone saw it. Luckily, there was no one in sight, which gave me the confidence to just let it all go. I leaned against the side of a tree a few feet away and reached my hand below my waistband, cupping my groin. I let loose, and felt my hot pee pool up in my hand before running down my legs. The initial warmth of the rewetting gave me goosebumps, which melted away as more of my legs got hot with piss. The urine soaking into my panties rose to the back, and started to heat my ass as well. The stream of pee down my legs eventually reached my calf-high socks, and then into my boots. The desperation, freedom, and bliss that ensued from peeing myself sent me over the edge, and with my hand already so close, I began to rub myself. I reached orgasm before my torrent of piss even fully subsided, turning the stream into several spurts before steadying again and quickly dying down.

As I gathered my thoughts and removed my hand from beneath my skirt, I was slowly realizing how much of my outfit I soaked. Almost no bit of anything on my lower half was dry; in fact, it was still dripping. All the piss soaked into my skirt made it start to sag almost, although my perky butt was keeping it on. I could feel the pee start to dry into a sticky mess on my smooth legs as I reached into my bag. I pulled out one of the several spray bottles I had purchased, filled with that god-given formula. The label on it said to spray on furniture first, but I thought it was worth the shot of trying it on my already soaked skirt. I did a few sprays, and within minutes it began to dry. When I got home, I knew I was immediately going to cover everything in my house with that spray.

...

All throughout the night I tried to drink as much water as I could while holding my pee. Grinding the seat on the train earlier had made me so horny that I knew I needed to replicate it, but better. I slipped into bed under my fuzzy blanket and nuzzled up against my body pillow. I straddled the pillow on my side, pressing my groin right into it. Barely being able to hold it anymore, I peed straight into the pillow, through my panties and sweatpants. Even though I tried to only let out as little as I could, I somehow felt already completely drenched in the hotness and warmth of my piss. I used this warmth for my pleasure as I started to sway my hips up and down, rubbing against the pillow. As the pee started to dry up from the previously used spray, I let out a longer stream, this time running down the left side of my body that was touching the bed. I could feel the pee up to my armpit, and without thought I leaned down to taste a little from my sheets. It was like a warm tea, with a slight salty tinge to it. I enjoyed the taste, although having any more of it didn't seem too appetizing.

My body was getting uncomfortable, so I decided to straddle my pillow from the top. With knees on either side of the pillow, planted into the mattress, I laid down against the pillow. I used my feet and legs to push the lower part of the body pillow up and against my ass, so I could piss directly into it. I completely let my mind go blank as my bladder transferred itself from my body into the pillow. Now from the pillow I now felt soaked in a warm, wet mess. I was grinding the pillow slowly when I first started pissing into it, but I switched posture so I could grind faster. More and more of the pee soaked into the pillow, spreading all over and below into the mattress. As I neared cumming, I decided to hold the last little bit of my urine until the end. I leaned back down against the pillow, with the piss now reaching where I was laying my face, and I came as hard as I had ever come before, pissing without even needing to tell my body to, straight into the pillow. I let out several loud moans as the orgasm rippled throughout my body, feeling like pure ecstasy and lasting many seconds. I felt lightheaded as I tossed my body back onto the piss-soaked bed. I soaked in the last bit of warmth before the piss quickly dried away.

...

I awoke from the slumber that ensued right after my wet adventure, with a full bladder again. I remembered briefly having dreams where I needed to use the bathroom badly, yet I could never find it. I instinctively got up to walk to my toilet in the bathroom, but then I remembered... I walked back to my bed, turned facing away from it, and dropped my sweatpants and undies. I sat down onto my mattress, bare ass on the sheets. I swiftly let out a loud river of urine that turned into a sea covering where I was sitting on my bed. While still actively pissing, I stood up and bent over to aim my stream up and cover more area of my bed. I paused my peeing to crawl into bed and soak in the warmth of the quickly disappearing puddle. I pulled my piss-covered blanket over me, and continued emptying out my bladder. Although I was too tired to fully finish, I still used one hand to rub myself over the blanket. When the flood had ceased exiting my body, I let out a sigh of relief and fell back asleep.

...

The rest of the next day I spent getting more accustomed to urinating wherever I wanted, and on anything I wanted to. I ended up mostly just using my couch, chair, and mattress as my new urinals. I would sit down on them, like I was sitting on any normal toilet seat, and then would let the piss gush out of me. I loved the feeling of the fabric soaking up my piss and heating me up below. I loved grinding my wetness against different fabrics when I was done to dry myself off.

However, as I pissed more and more, the fun started to dull out just the slightest bit. By the next day, I had planned out an idea. I was going to piss my jeans in public. Just the idea alone made my clit throb. The best part about it was it would dry up and disappear within a few minutes, and no one would be any wiser if they didn't see me while I was wetting my jeans. I had prepared all my clothes the past day with that magical formula, so I put on my jeans and walked a few blocks to a local park.

The park was pretty open, with there being much more trees around the perimeter of the park then in the middle. I had drank a lot of water in the morning, along with a few cups of coffee, so my bladder was already begging to be let go. It was midday, and the sun was shining down, although it provided little warmth on this particularly cold day in October. I hadn't seen many people around, except a couple when I first entered the park, so I wasn't too worried about getting caught. I walked over to a bench shaded by a tree, and stood next to it. I calmed myself down, and slowly felt the trickle of urine run down my legs. I opened my eyes and looked down to see the top half of my pants soaked, with the bottom half quickly following suit. This day was cold enough that my piss through my jeans sent visible steam up into the air. I heard footsteps down the path, although I could yet see the person. I quickly sat down on the bench and waited for them to walk by. Luckily, I heard them far enough away that the darkness of my jeans had mostly faded away to leave little to no trace. They nodded their head at me, and I nodded back. They had headphones on, which gave me the will to push my luck. As soon as they walked on the other side of me, facing away from me, I began pissing through my jeans, sitting on the bench. It ended up being quite loud, as my jeans turned the solid stream into many little droplets that dripped and splashed on the ground. The piss between my thighs gave way to more steam, and soon the stranger was out of my sight. I sighed with pleasure when my joy had finally come to an end, and headed back home for more wetting fun.