Posted by ppPanties on October 22, 2000 at 12:44
Below on the board, SAQ posted a question about women wiping their pussies after a pee... which reminded me of something I had done recently. It really doesn’t have a whole lot to do with wiping, but it reminded me of what I’m about to tell you anyway. I will get to addressing the wiping query at some point.
Now.. about that laundry pile. A friend had mentioned a number of times that he sometimes pees on the laundry pile before throwing it in the machine to be washed. The pile was usually a pissy pile (I assume) of a collection of various peed in items.. jeans, briefs and towels, etc. I found this naughty little activity... the last hurrah, so to speak... of peeing on the already artfully peed in items before sending them off to the depths of washing machine tub to be lathered, rinsed and put through a dizzying spin cycle... erasing all but the memories of his naughty pee play, quite exciting, and, of course, arousing. The last time he mentioned it, his account of it was such that I could almost hear the sound of a forceful stream of pee heading for the crumpled pile of pissy laundry sitting on the floor near the washer, as well as the sound of the stream splattering on the pile. Then, as he continued on with the account of his naughty deed, I could visualize his hand on his hardening cock.. quite aroused by what he had done. mmmmm... a VERY nice vision indeed! Believe me... I was aroused too.
I was aroused just picturing him standing there, cock in hand mmmm... aiming it toward the laundry pile, but, besides touching my pussy at this vision... this time it got me thinking. “I have to try this.” It just so happened I had a big blanket and fairly heavy cotton bedspread I had spilled a large mug of cola on the day before. They were in a heap in front of the full length mirror on the bedroom floor. I had other laundry to do, and it was too big to stuff into my small hamper. How inviting that pile suddenly became. So there they were, waiting there for their turn to be washed, and seemingly begging to be peed on. hehe
A few days later, a Saturday I believe, I prepared as I usually do when planning some solo pee play. It was in the morning, so I had started by brewing a pot of coffee. Once two or three mugs of coffee were beginning to do the job of filling my bladder, I made sure I enjoyed the time leading up to peeing on the pile in front of the mirror. I got very full, but not so full that I wasn’t in control. I don’t often do well moving about when I need to pee, but I didn’t want to drip on the carpet, so I had to be careful. I sat at the computer for a while.. surfing, checking and replying to e-mail. I had a towel under me. I have an old painted wooden chair at the computer, so it’s a good place to catch little ‘accidents’ without having to protect it with more than just a towel. As waves of desperation hit me, I’d go through the usual flood control methods... rocking back and forth, pulling myself hard against the chair, hand jammed against my pussy (not only good holding techniques, but the aforementioned methods also feel VERRRY good), the ol’ ‘butterfly legs’, and legs squeezed tight together... with or without my hand in there.. whatever worked until the waves passed and I felt I was again somewhat in control. Now it’s fairly early in the morning, so I wasn’t dressed yet. I chose to wear a pair of men’s cotton black and white print knit boxers (the designer kind without that baggy ‘ball room’ sag in the back), no panties and a short, white cotton knit shirt with no bra. The few leaks resulted in a small wet patch, which was clearly visible in the crotch.
Now mind you, there was carpeting under the pile, but being a big blanket and bedspread, and the fact that I had them carefully bunched up, I wasn’t worried about peeing through to the carpet. I could have moved them to the laundry room, but they were in front of a nice full length mirror. I love to watch the pee gushing out of my pussy... so I had no intention of moving the pile to a tiled floor.
Finally, after about three of these desperation waves, I got up... made sure I could manage without leaking, walked just across the hall to the awaiting pile, spread my legs and straddled it.. facing the mirror of course. I adore peeing clothing, but since this was a little different, I decided I’d hold the crotch of my shorts aside and just let go. I also love letting a little go at a time.. rubbing and touching in between and during, but this time I opened up the throttle and peed full out.. no hands! I didn’t play in it, or touch myself... I just watched like a gleeful, naughty child into mischief. Ohhhh... and what a beautiful, splashing gusher it was! I admit to touching when I was done, but not to play. I swiped at the little bit of pee dripping down my legs, and ran my hand over my wet pussy... more spreading the pee around than wiping (loosely addressing the subject of wiping here), wiped my wet hand on my shorts, and went back and sat down at the computer, and finished that last cup of coffee.
It wasn’t long before my bladder was feeling very full again. This time I didn’t toy with the desperation and the holding tactics. So without hesitation or desperation fanfare, I got up and again straddled the pile, slipped the crotch of my shorts aside... and let go. Another great gusher! So silly, yet so naughty... and such fun! Now I was feeling very playful (like I wasn’t already... hehe), and put my hand in the stream, letting warm pee splash and trickle through my fingers. I wiped my dripping wet hand on a dry spot on the spread, then gave my pussy (also dripping wet) an attentive, firm rub, catching those last drops. Then I checked the pile to make sure it wasn’t soaking through. It was fine. I rearranged the mound (the bedding mound, that is. LOL) a bit, and went back to the computer. After all that coffee, I knew I’d fill up again. As you can tell, I take full advantage of these situations when they present themselves.
Before long (I have no idea how long it was) I had to pee again. I held on for a little while.. squirming and squeezing a bit, then got up and poised myself over the pile as I had done before, and started peeing. When the stream was nearing the end, I used my shorts to wipe my pussy dry (note the wiping reference), making a point of doing this before the stream ended, pressing my hand and shorts against my pussy. Of course now the shorts were quite wet. By now, I was very aroused by all this naughty pee play and touching. Before slipping my hand in the loose leg of my shorts to masturbate, I pulled the crotch aside, exposing my pussy, and sat down on the fresh wet pool I had just made. The pee soaked immediately into the blanket, but sat in a puddle on the parts of the spread that were exposed, before soaking in. I sat down before it had done so, squirmed a bit to get comfy and enjoyed the feeling of sitting my pussy over a still warm pee puddle, and felt the wetness creep back to my ass as I settled in. I spread my legs, and sitting square in front of the mirror, I watched as I played and touched and fingered my clit and pussy to a great orgasm!
Hope you enjoyed my naughty little game. I sure did!
pp
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