Paulypeeps

It was not a big stadium concert, but it was time to be a rock chic. There was cracking music in my local pub from a rock tribute band so I went with my friend, she likes rock music too.

I had plenty to drink before we went but my friend insisted on standing at the bar at first. It was not easy to pee at the bar because it was brightly lit and the floor was tiled, so I got a bit desperate and started leaking a bit on to the floor. Fortunately my puddle did not look too different from some spilled Guinness! I managed to hold most of it.

Eventually a good table became available and I convinced my friend to go and sit down. Unfortunately the upholstery was light and plain coloured and not very pee friendly, but the carpet was a nice pattern so I sat perched on the edge of the seat and peed on to the back of my legs. The carpet took a whole bladderful nicely.

I was still drinking cola and peeing on the back of my legs until someone (not me!) managed to knock a pint of lager over and most of it went on the seat, quickly followed by a pint of cider. There did not seem to be much point in trying to keep the seat dry now so I just sat back on the seat, and peed on the seat whenever I wanted to pee after that. My pee soaked in nicely and made the seat nice and warm, my rock chic skirt was too short to get wet.

I stayed sitting in the nice warm seat until closing time, not just enjoying the music and the company of my friend, but the warmth of my seat and the freedom to just pee. Delicious.

PP

With the club closed I went to a different pub for a change. I don't normally stay till the pub closes but with no club I thought that I might as well stay till the end. As usual I had plenty to drink before going out and when I got to the pub I got a drink and found a nice comfortable sofa to sit on. I sipped my drink and sat back on the sofa, carefully letting out a short spurt of pee. It is not always easy to let out an initial short spurt to wet the seat so that subsequent pee soaks in rather than run off. Staying until the end I did not have to worry about anyone else sitting on the wet seat. I sipped my drink and a short while later I just relaxed and let my pee flow. It was nice to feel it pool around my bottom as it soaked through my black spandex dress. I had to stop before my puddle overflowed the seat and ran on to the floor.



I finished my drink quite quickly and got another from the bar. It was nice knowing that my dress was wet and that no one could tell as I walked through the pub. I sat down again and just peed into the seat whenever I felt like it as I drunk. I had got through another three drinks before last orders and when the music stopped I relaxed and let out some more pee before forcing the last bit out onto the back of my legs as I stood up. I walked out of the pub with the sensation of my wet stockings and my wet dress on my legs as my pee wicked its way down to my feet. 

Next day I had heard about a new pub that had a new girly night so I thought that I might try it out since I had an early night the night before. I put on my skimpiest club outfit and had a couple of cups of tea before I left and drunk a litre of orange juice during the drive which took me about an hour to get there.

There were no girls there when I arrived so I thought that I might as well get a drink and wait and see if anyone turns up. I was feeling quite full so took my drink and found a sofa on a small patch of carpet. It was quite a relief to sit down and perch on the edge of the seat. Straight away I relaxed and peed on the back of my legs, enjoying both the warmth running down my legs and on to my feet and the brief wave of the comforting, fresh dilute pee aroma for the first few seconds of the flow.

I sat and sipped my drink, relaxing and letting my bladder drain periodically as it refilled.

It looked like it was a quiet evening and no girls were going to turn up so I went to my normal pub instead. I got another drink and sat down to watch the karaoke. Again I perched on the edge of the seat and peed on the back of my legs. Delicious.

After another drink and a bit more peeing it was time for the club. Lots of drinking, lots of dancing, and lots of pee running down my legs. Whenever I sat down there was always a little bit of pee to spray on the back of my legs.

A fun week. Unfortunate that I have to get up for work and can't go without sleep every night! 

PP
 

 

 I have had an enthusiasm for seeing others wet themselves and to do it myself for some time, and like most of you here at first I just used to wet myself at home and in the garden. I did not tend to go out much anyway. Things started to change though when I started going out to the pub.



The first time I went to the pub I was wearing 5" heels, fishnet stockings, a PVC miniskirt (without knickers of course) and a top. It was just coincidence that I had worn these clothes at home before when I had wet myself, I had no intention of doing so while out. I had been drinking a lot of cola while watching the karaoke and had to pop out to the car to make a phone call. 

It was frosty and the cold night air as I went outside immediately reminded me that I wanted to pee. I sat in the car and made the call, and as I got out of the car I realised that there was no one around so I thought that I might as well pee outside, after all I had done this in the garden a few times. I stood with my legs a little apart and started to pee. I had not realised just how much I wanted to pee and in no time my pee was coming out with so much force that it was catching on my skirt and soaking my legs and feet. My pee was deliciously warm where it was wetting my feet and legs and once my feet were wet I thought 'What the hell' and just carried on letting my pee go where it wanted - I knew that my PVC skirt would be OK and that my stockings were already wet.

I was a bit worried that I might smell a bit of pee but I went back inside anyway. My legs and feet were still warm with pee by the time I had got back inside and I felt deliciously wet. I went straight to the bar and got another drink and sat down to watch the karaoke.

I drunk some more and eventually I needed to pee again. This time I went outside expressly with the intention of peeing in the car park. As soon as I was clear of the doorway I stopped and just let rip, letting my pee catch my skirt again and soak my legs and feet. I was a little shocked when I heard a car door close and saw someone walking towards me. I quickly shut off the flow and walked on towards the car. As soon as the coast was clear I stopped and finished peeing before going back inside and going straight to the bar.

The next and final time that I wanted to pee that evening I went outside again and this time kept my legs tight together so that all my pee ran down my legs. This felt really nice as my pee was so hot, not just warm. I went back inside for a bit while my legs and feet dried off a bit before I went home and had a shower - fully clothed to wash the pee off.

The next time that I went to the pub I wore the same outfit. This time I had no intention of using the toilet. The first time that I wanted to pee I went outside as before and peed down my legs with my legs tight together and went back inside.

As I sat down with my drink I realised that my residual pee was running down my stockings and onto the carpet. A little bit more won't hurt I thought to myself so I perched on the edge of the chair and tucked my feet under so that I could pee a little on the back of my legs. Although I had only peed a few minutes before I was able to squeeze out a little more, enough to feel the warmth on my legs and feet.

I carried on drinking and peeing on the back of my legs, letting my pee run down my legs and feet before it soaked into the carpet, all evening. I only left my seat to go to the bar and get another drink as soon as my glass was empty.

Later in the evening I had just been carried away watching the singing when I realised that I had not peed for a while. I was sitting at a table on my own and getting quite comfortable just letting my pee out when I wanted. I had just started peeing, and it was coming out quite fast when a couple of girls came and sat down at the table with me. I stopped peeing as soon as I realised they were there. They had not seen me there before so just came to say hello.

We all started chatting and got on quite well. After a while I was beginning to get a little desperate but did not want to go to the toilet or even outside to pee. I was hoping that they would go for a pee but they didn't. Eventually I felt a bit more relaxed with them and although I was getting desperate I was able to just let short spurts of pee out on the back of my legs while we chatted. As the pressure subsided I was able to let out longer and longer spurts until I could just relax and let my pee run down the back of my legs until I was empty. At last orders I emptied out and my feet and legs were pretty dry by the time I left and went back with the girls for pizza and pavlova.

PP





 

I have wanted to see "Star trek" at the cinema for a while now, but it has been on and so I had to go and see it before it disappeared from the cinema.




I managed to book a ticket for the last showing so that I had time to get ready. Although I was going on my own and the cinema is dark I like to look my best when I go out.

I wore my black suit which has a knee length sexy skirt with four splits over a white top with fishnet stockings - and obligatory 5" heels.

I had plenty to drink before I went to the cinema. It was so hot, I did not want to get dehydrated.

I usually like to pee down my legs before I go into the cinema, but my best shoes were in the shoemender's so I had court shoes on - not very conducive to peeing down my legs! Instead as I swivelled my legs out of the car I perched on the edge of the seat with my legs outstreched and peed so that my pee run off the back of my legs before reaching my shoes. Nearly as nice as peeing down my legs.

I was not desperate even though I had drunk two litres in the last hour. I hardly needed to pee at all.

In the cinema I bought a large cola that I took in to the auditorium with me. I went in when the film was due to start and found a nice seat away from everyone else. There were only four others in the auditorium. I settled down and started on my sweets and cola.

As the adverts played (for twenty minutes!) a few more people came in. Eventually although there were only about twenty people in the auditorium - they were in the row in front, the row behind and one seat away in the same row. I do prefer to be on my own because I don't like to be disturbed by noises.

Eventually the film started. Pretty much straight away I started to feel that my bladder was filling. It must have been the cool air and iced drink. Immediately I realised that I would not be able to last until the end of the film.

Accepting the inevitable that I would end up wetting myself if I did not go to the toilet now - I let a short spurt of pee out. It would have been impolite to expect people to have to move out of the way for me to get out and go to the toilet when the film was just starting.

My pee soaked through the back of my skirt and I felt it soak under me. I knew it was wetting the seat nicely as I felt it soak in. It is always best after an initial spurt to wait a while for it to soak in, so I waited before doing a bit more.

A few minutes later I let out a nice big spurt before I let out a few more spurts at regular intervals and felt the warmth warm up the seat.

Eventually during a loud bit bit of the film I relaxed and just let my pee flow. The seat took it all nicely.

For the rest of the film I just sat and peed whenever I wanted. Eventually I finished off my drink.

As the film started to come to it's conclusion I made a concious effort to finish wetting myself and squeezed out the last of my pee. My skirt then started to cool a little.

At the end I waited for all the others to leave and left behind them so that no-one would brush against my still wet skirt. I could feel a few drops dripping from the back of the hem onto the back of my legs as I walked and I could feel that my jacket and white top had soaked up some pee from my skirt as well.

I left the cinema and returned to the car. I stood and peed into the front of my skirt before I got in to the car so that I could enjoy my wet skirt on the top of my legs while I drove.

Since I was already out and it was not too late I went on to the pub. I changed my white top (which by now had a tidemark!) and jacket for a black top but kept the same (still nicely wet) skirt and stockings on. My shoes were fortunately still dry.

I got a drink, sat down in the pub on a low chair and a couple sat down and chatted with me. I felt the need to pee again so I perched on the edge of the seat, just sat, and peed on the carpet while chatting.

The guy managed to knock his drink into my lap. He was too pissed to appologise. I picked up his nearly empty glass from my lap and handed it back to him. After that I just peed into the front of my skirt instead of peeing directly onto the carpet while we chatted.

After a couple of drinks in the pub they announced that the next door club was open. I went to the club. My skirt was still soaking wet and my black top had soaked some pee up from my skirt - but unlike the white top it did not show.

It was dark in the club so I just peed pretty much as and when I wanted. I peed into the front of my skirt standing at the bar and while sitting, letting my pee soak down between my thighs and through the back of my skirt. I did not bother perching on the edge of the seat in the club.

I could not pee while dancing like I usually do because it would have gone in my shoes (like it usually does) but I was able to pee enough that I did not get desperate.

All in all quite a fun evening.

PP