In Reply to: Mattress Stain posted by Droopy on May 18, 2008 at 08:58
Mattress stains led to one of my most embarrasing experiences---also a big turn on.
A few years ago while on travel, the wife of a colleague , who was also on the trip, called to say that her air conditioning went out and wanted to know if she could stay at my house for a couple of nights. Since she was also feeding my cat while away, it was impossible to say no without losing a friend. But I also realized it was going to be very embarrasing. No way out on this one.
My mattress was pretty old and had lots of pee stains, I mean lots! The morning before leaving, I quickly put wet sheets in wash and put the plastic sheet in a drawer---- never know if someone walks around the house and might sit on the bed. Then I quickly put the covers over the stained mattress before rushing out the door to catch the plane.Strange that what was at first extremely embarrasing became a real turn-on----thinking of her realizing I was a bedwetter.
I was thinking of calling the next day to ask her to keep it between us, but didn't. That turned out to be unnecessary; upon return she took me aside and said that she washed my sheets, made the bed and that it would just be "our little secret". She smiled and I kind of smiled and thanked her. The whole thing was such a turn-on that I just soaked my bed that night.
Postscript. Several months later, I needed to stay at their house for a few nights, because the streets in front of my house were being redone and access would be limited. Even though I wet intentionally and knew I wouldn't have an accident I brought over a plastic sheet to let her know I was responsible. Didn't need one. The bed already had a platic sheet right under the sheet, not the mattress pad. They don't have any children, so I knew it was just for me. It was embarassing, but, again, a turn-on.
Her husband is quite a drinker and kept giving me beers all night long. After a while I drank very slowly , but I could see that she would give me some funny looks when I would take each beer. I knew I wasn't going to wet, so I wasn't worried. But I could tell it affected her a bit. So when I started to decline some beers, she said something like," he doesn't want any more" when he kept offering.
After a while he fell asleep and I decided to head for bed. She followed me down the hall and made a point of showing me where the bathroom was and that she would leave a night-light on in case I needed to get up. I thanked her and gave a little half smile. She then gave me a hug and said, " don't worry,it's still our secret." I knew right then that I couldn't help myself. I would have to wet the bed that night.
After brushing my teeth and giving it some more thought, I quickly left the bathroom without peeing and and got into bed before I changed my mind. The sound of the crinkly plastic sheet and the entire scenario of this woman knowing about my bedwetting was such turn-on that it didn't long before letting loose. I was in such an excited state that I didn't sleep very much. I loved it. The next morning , after coming out to the kitchen and wondering how to proceed, she simply asked if I had any laundry. I said yes the sheets and gave a kind of embarrassed smile. She said not to worry. She would wsh tem and make the bed while Jack and I oplayed golf that day. She than added that maybe I shouldn't drink any beers tonight after dinner.
Just like a 6-year old bedwetter, I din't have anything to drink after dinner. I could tell she approved. The next morning when I responded that there was no 'laundry', she simply said, " good boy'. Really! "good boy". I loved it.
We never spoke of it again before they left town about 1 year later. But I sure do remember it fondly.