Posted by Hans on December 21, 1998 at 18:40
Following is a story I wrote a few years ago, but being the holiday season, and since I still wet the bed at night, I thought you might enjoy - Hapy holiday!
Penny’s Christmas Surprise
As I slowly woke up, I felt the warmth around my rear end and realized I had wet the bed again. Having been a bedwetter all through high school, this was not an unfamiliar feeling. However, I was now 40 and had not wet the bed, except after an occasional night of drinking, since high college. Now here I was for the forth time in as many weeks with a soaking wet bed. This was not a little leak but the entire emptying of my bladder. “Thank God for waterbeds I said to myself, at least I don’t have a mattress to dry out”.
Fortunately (well, that’s one way of looking at it) I was living alone, so no one was any wiser. As usual, I found the wet feeling and the smell of my pee sexually arousing and found myself getting hard inside my wet underwear. I figured the stress of my job coupled with all the added Holiday stress was contributing to this recent reoccurrence of my bedwetting and that a round of masturbation was just what the doctor ordered as a stress relief. As I lay on my back, I grabbed myself and let a spurt of pee out to add a new round of warmth to my wetness. I felt the pee run through my fingers and could hear it squish as I slowly moved my hand up and down.
Being Saturday, I was not in a hurry to go anywhere, so I kept my wet underwear on under my sweatpants, occasionally letting a squirt of pee go as I drank my morning coffee. I had discovered years ago, that when I really relax, I often pee my pants without realizing. It is this level or relaxation that I strive for when I really feel stress-out. By the time I changed my sweats were pretty wet. Not in the mood for laundry, I just dumped them in the hamper with the dirty sheets and set out for some last minute Christmas shopping.
Since shopping is not one of my favorite activities, and the Christmas crowds don’t help, I thought I’d stop on the way home for a few beers at the local tavern. I was sitting at the bar contemplating one more, when suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder. “Hi, mind if I join you? You look like you could use some company” I turned and saw Penny, a friend of mine from work. Penny had recently been though a divorce, and I had contemplated asking her out, but had not had the nerve.
We sat at the bar for over and hour talking and drinking a few more beers. As we talked we found we had many common interests, from our love to the outdoors, to our lack many close of friends. We talked briefly about her divorce, Penny just indicating saying that her husband had left her because of “problems” she had, but she was OK about it.
By then I had to pee really bad. I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. Standing up made the urge to pee even more, and the pressure was almost painful. As I walked up to the urinal, frantically struggling with my zipper, I felt a gush hot pee in my underwear, and by the time I had my dick out I was peeing seriously. When I finished I surveyed the damages. My underwear had a large wet spot, but fortunately, I was wearing stone washed jeans and the spot was not too visible, specially in the dim light of the bar.
When I got back to the bar, Penny was gone but her jacket was still there. I assumed correctly that she must have had to pee also. One thing about beer, it puts everyone on equal grounds when it comes to having to pee.
After another beer, I started getting quite hungry, not to mention a little drunk and at the spur of the moment, invited Penny over for carry-out Chinese. By the time we stopped by the Chinese and drove home, I again had to pee badly. I noticed Penny squirming in the car seat and realized she must feel the same way. “Please hurry” she said, “I’m not used to drinking this much beer, and really have to goo bad”, her hands pushed in her crotch.
“Me too”, I said meaning every word of it.
“Oh, hurry please!” said Penny “I might start to leak!” She was really wiggling now and moaning softly. “Oh no! I just can’t wait!”. I could see a tear run down her cheek as Penny struggled. “I’m sorry” she said over and over between moans.
As we pulled in the parking lot of my apartments, Penny open the door before I could even stop the car all the way. I had a quick glimpse of a wet spot between her legs, and noticed a small wet spot on the car seat. She was actually peeing in her pants! I could feel the excitement grow between my legs. Never had I thought I would meet someone who wet their pants.
“Oh God hurry!” she said as I fumbled for my door key. “I am so embarrassed, ohhhh, I’m peeing hurry!” When I open the door she ran inside .
“Off to the right” I said pointing to the bathroom, looking at the growing wet spot between Penny’s legs. By the time she reached the bathroom it was almost to her knees. I swear I could hear a hissing as she walked down the hall. By now I too was at the point of bursting, but my erection was serving to keep me dry.
As I walked past the bathroom I could here a loud hiss and splatter, as I assumed Penny emptied the remains of her pee in the toilet. I went to my bedroom and got an extra pair of sweats, assuming Penny would want something to wear. I knocked on the door “Are you OK?” I asked. There was a quit “yes, sort-of”. I told Penny I had some sweats for her to put on while we dried her clothes and handed them to here through the door, that she only opened a tiny crack.
I told Penny I had a washer/dryer in my apartment and we could take care of her clothes while we ate. When she finally came out of the bathroom, she was not only carrying her wet jeans and underwear but my soaking sheets for this morning! In all the excitement I had completely forgotten I had put my wet stuff in the hamper this morning, planning on doing laundry in the evening. Now Penny had found them. I turned about 100 shades of red, and didn’t not know what to say.
“I found these while looking for a dirty towel to wipe the floor, looks like I might not be the only one with a little problem” Penny said, blushing as much as I was. I told her that if I didn’t get to the bathroom right away we were going to have another set of clothes to wash, the beer making itself painfully noticeable.
“I really don’t mind she said, in fact, you might think I’m crazy but thinking about you wetting your pants too kind of turns me on, and by the look of that bulge in your pants, you might like it too” With that, even my erection couldn’t hold the pee in anymore, and I slowly started to fill my pants. I felt the warmth grow, around my crotch first, then down my legs and finally to my shoes. I had to stop and step onto the bathroom tile before I ruined the carpet, then I let the rest go making a huge puddle on the floor. Penny came up and place her hand on my warm wet crotch. “Looks like we have something in common.” she said with a little smile on her face. “I suddenly feel a lot better about having a real accident”
During dinner, she went on to tell me that she often wet her pants, and her ex would get very mad at her. This was one of the underlying reasons for there divorce. Penny told me that although it was embarrassing, she would get turned on from her accidents, and occasionally masturbated in her wet clothes. I told her I too had problems and told her about my bedwetting. Penny said that she too wet the bed when she was younger, but had not done so in many years. She said it was fine with her if I wet the bed, and said she found thinking about it a turn on.
I told her that I only occasionally had daytime accidents but that I often wet my pants when home alone to relax. “I though I was the only one who ever did that” she said. You could see the excitement in her face. “Can we do it together?, I would love that!”
We spent the rest of dinner comparing notes about our peeing “problems”, and realizing just how much we really had in common. I was beginning to realize that I had just been given the best Christmas present ever, and knowing that Penny and I would be spending a lot of time together in the New Year, but that will have to wait until the next chapter
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