In Reply to: Hotel Bedwetting posted by PeeMan on December 09, 2002 at 15:42
It's when I'm at a hotel that I do enjoy wetting the bed a I don't get the chance at home !
I have done it stacks of times and never had the hotel chase me up for any "cleaning" bills ! Below is a posting I made a couple of years back, but I have wet three more hotel beds since !
As you can see it was a really wet evening even before I went to bed:
Here is an absolutely true account which I hope gives you a flavour of the way I enjoy wetting games. This occurred the night before I flew to Australia late January 01. I had travelled down to a hotel near London Airport, intending to enjoy myself before the long flight to Sydney !
As far as the evening at Heathrow was concerned, well it was wet in every sense. A gay friend of mine (who knows all about my wet interests) was to have joined me but in the even was unwell and couldn't come (to Heathrow that is !). Consequently I have the late afternoon and evening to myself, as well of course as the night.
Having checked in at the Sheraton, the first thing I did was check the bed. In fact it was two large single (or three quarter) beds pushed together and covered with large sized linen effectively forming one bed. There was no waterproof cover for the mattress and the linen and the mattress itself were all of good quality and spotlessly clean. (I began to lose me nerve at this point !)
Anyway I left the hotel about 5pm and caught the bus to the tube station at terminals 2&3 and caught a train to Hammersmith (it took ages which gave me an idea for the return trip !). I used to know Hammersmith from many years ago and my how it has changed. I didn't even bother to go into Fulham Palace Road, as all the shops and indeed a pub were contained within a newly built shopping mall abutting the tube station.
After a snack at McDonalds I went into the pub and read the Times from cover to cover whilst imbibing something like four pints of lager. After about and hour and half, the food I had had ceased to have any slowing down; effect and my bladder was filling very rapidly to bursting point. It was of course at this point that I decided to leave and catch the tube train back to Heathrow.
It was about fifteen minutes before the train arrived by which time I was almost unable to stand still and was in fact beginning to do the pee dance ! When the train did arrive I got on and sat on a sideways facing seat (they are mainly like that these days) whilst a couple were sitting on the opposite side; albeit some yards down the coach. Well after a couple of stops I just decided to let go and peed myself spectacularly in the light coloured denims I was wearing for the occasion. The couple on the other side, did not notice the large dark patch spreading across my crotch and down my legs but as soon as the train braked to enter the next station they soon noticed the rivulets of pee flowing in their direction and their eyes did not take long to trace same to the puddle in front of me and then my accident became entirely obvious. The female in particular began laughing out loud whilst the young bloke just sniggered as I looked sheepishly at them and then turned my gaze straight ahead as to appear to be embarrassed by my predicament !
The couple must have been going on to Terminal 4 'cos I left them on the train when I got off and, with my leather jacked suitably held to cover the front of my light denims, I caught the bus back to the Sheraton and, similarly covered, made my way to my room where I pulled myself off before having a shower and going downstairs to the bar for a last couple of pints (at that hotel's prices you couldn't afford any more !!)
It was about 10pm when I turned in, with my bladder filling nicely. I had decided now that, cleaning bill or no, I was going to disgrace myself in the hotel bed. I got in, just wearing my pants (second pair that evening) and put out the light and thought of the beautiful white linen and expensive mattress beneath me. Gradually my bladder got fuller and fuller and after about twenty minutes........Oh well I thought this is it...; I relaxed and immediately a spurt came out followed my another and then a steady stream, in fact I could actually hear the pee trickling around my crotch before it went between my legs and into the bad. The sheer naughtiness aspect now kicked in and I got a terrific buzz from knowing that I was wetting an expensive bed in a smart hotel. Psssssssssssssss......on it went until finally I had done it all. I felt the bed below me. It was absolutely sopping wet in a patch about two foot six to three feet in diameter. I fact I put on the light and pulled back the top sheets (also somewhat wet) to inspect the damage. This was one seriously wet bed !
Well I slept in it and whenI next awoke, about 5am it was drying out quite well. However I needed to pee badly again so.................pssssssssss off I went again. I must have done so much that it could well have soaked right through the mattress. For the third time that night I masturbated myself.
Well, come the morning I decided to check out without having breakfast. I did not linger at all and since the hotel was pre paid there was no check out to do and I got ataxi away from the hotel. My denims were more or less dry and I just had a couple of pairs of wet pants to carry with me to Australia !
Hope you enjoy. Want to tell me about any of your embarassing moments ?
Phil