Amy's Weekend Fun Followup

Well, you have to understand that for the most part pee wasn't a so much a sexual plaything, just something that was there and no big deal. With the weak bladder I was constantly having accidents. During my first pregnancy my doctor introduced me to kagel exercises, which have actually helped a lot. But back then it was not a big deal. Of course, it would have helped if I wasn't constantly pushing my luck. Many a times I went shopping or was returning home from some function, thinking I could make it to the house. And more than a few times my bladder would give out just a few blocks from home. What would be even more common was that I would just make it inside the front door when bam, I would be soaking my pants and panties. Then I'd usually head to the washer where I'd drop my clothes in. Some may think this is a bit dirty, and I guess maybe it was, but I got so used to being wet that I times I took advantage of it. For a while I was making regular trips to a town about four hours from my apartment. I usually wound up driving back at night, and being security concious didn't trust a lot of the public places like rest areas and truck stops. Planning ahead, I would place a towel over my seat, and be wearing thick absorbant jeans and cotton panties. Then, on the trip home if I had to go, I did. Yes I'd deliberately wet my pants. Yeah, I'd be a bit wet, but could adjust the climate (air or heat) in the car to make me comfortable. True I'd have some cleaning up to do when I got home, but on the other hand I felt so much safer that I thought it was worth it. I have to admit sometimes all that warm wetness down there would get me a little turned on during the trip home, and I would have to slide a hand down my pants for a "quickie". Another thing I was forced into was having to pee in my bathtub for about two months. I can see you scratching your head now. Shortly after moving in, I had the maintenance guy come fix the vent in my bathroom. He must have stood on the john, as when I came home the vent worked but the seat had a big crack in it near the back. Every time I sat down it would pinch my delicate ass. You'd think it would be a quick thing to get a new toilet seat, but nooooo. I had to keep calling them for a couple of months before I finally got a new one. I guess I could have bought my own, but at some point it became more about the point of the thing than the cost of the seat. Anyway, I very quickly got tired of having a bruise on my ass, and was trying to think of something to do. The next morning I was in the shower and let go with my morning piss. Oh, don't act like that, you know you've pee'ed in the shower, everyone does it. Well, it hits me that there's no reason I can't do this all the time, especially since I ran around naked at home anyway. So that night when I got home from work and had to go, instead of the cursed seat I headed for the tub. My bathtub had a nice shelf all the way across the back, about six inches deep, great for storing all my shampoo bottles and what nots. It also made a safe spot to put one foot. My other foot either stayed on the floor, or I stood up on the other side of the tub, straddling it. I would then squat, and let it flow. After peeing I simply ran a little water down the drain and was on my way. Frankly, it began to feel much more natual to be in the squatting position, and even after getting the seat fixed I would on occasion still use the tub. Try it sometime and see if you don't agree. Another place I went was outside. Yes, outside. My apartment was in the very back corner of the apartment complex. A tall, vine covered fence ran along the side and back, beyond it was a big field, then a trucking company warehouse. Often, especially during one of my "weekends" I would fall asleep on the couch while masturbating to a dirty video. I would wake up around 3 or 4 am, and seeing the video begin to touch myself all over again. It wasn't long though before I realized what woke me up was needing to pee. Instead of taking the time to go upstairs I would very quietly slip out the sliding glass door on to my back patio. In the dark of course, no lights at all except from the distant warehouse. Normally I would squat, let it flow, then run back in side for some more fun. On occasion (and now we are getting to the sexy parts of this story) I'd be feeling a little more dirty, and inclined to get a bit... messy. Especially if my body was already wet from previous orgasms. Instead of squatting, I would stand with my legs either together or spread just a little bit. Continuing to play with my clitty I would let my pee go. Of course my legs got wet, as did my hand and crotch, but that was the whole point right? I'd then go back inside and continue my masturbation in front of the video. I remember one time I was squatting. It was a warm summer night, very warm as I recall. I has let out a little pee when for some reason I lost my balance. Splash, my ass landed right in the small puddle of piss, then I tumbled onto my back landing in the stream trickling off the patio. I laid there for a minute, waiting to see if someone had heard me, but no lights came on so I figured I was safe. As I laid there the warmth began to turn me on, plus I realized I still had to go pretty bad. Well, what the fuck since I was already wet... I spread my legs and began finger fucking myself. At the same time I just let it go, spraying my piss everywhere. I was messy and wet, and felt really naughty. I gave myself a really good orgasm before the concrete became uncomfortable, then went inside for a bath. Well, a second bath, this time with water though. That reminds me of one of the two times I deliberately decided to have a bit of pee fun. The first weekend in my apartment I was up late, watching a rented dirty movie and enjoying the hell out of a new dildo I'd purchased. I admit I was a bit tipsy, having consumed most of a bottle of champaign over the course of the evening, the champaign having been a house warming gift. The video had an unexpected watersports scene in it, which recalled my messy time in the motel. Deciding to relive the experience I opened my brand new shower curtain which I hadn't even had time to put up yet. Actually it was the vinyl liner, which I spread out on the living room floor. I laid down on it, putting my feet up on the couch and hiking my ass up in the air while watching the video. It took a bit of concentration (not easy to do in my inebriated condition) before I finally felt the wonderful warm fluid flowing from my pussy. I wound up hosing myself down pretty good and was lying in a big puddle. Grabbing my new dildo I returned it to my soaked pussy and fucked myself good. At one point I even rolled over and ground my hairy twat into the puddle, it felt funny but good at the same time. But I wound up back on my back, cumming from a good finger fuck. Exhausted I took me and my wet shower curtain upstairs to wash up before going to bed. The last time in the apartment also occurred due to champaign. It was my last day in the apartment, as I was moving out to go to a new job in a new town. With some help I had loaded up the moving van with everything but the top mattress from my bed, my tv/vcr, and a change of clothes. I was going to spend one last night then head out in the morning. By mid afternoon I had sent all my helpers on their way, and went up to the apartment office as I wanted to see about getting my cleaning deposit back. It was then I got the nasty news that it was their policy not to give back the cleaning deposit. "So you deliberately misled me into thinking I'd get it back when I moved in." Well, sort of, they admitted, they just neglected to tell me that they had their own definition of deposit, they defined deposit as a fee that wasn't return. Boy was I ticked, as I'd worked really hard to clean up and was counting on getting that money back. And the smug little bitch admitted they'd misled me when I moved in! (You had to see this chick in action, she was a real pro, totally smug and arrogant with me about the whole thing.) No amount of arguing had any effect and I went away empty handed and really angry. I think I was more ticked off over the way she treated me than the loss of the money. I was really pissed as darkness fell, but decided to make the best of it. I cracked open the champaign, a going away good luck gift, and drank it while lounging on my mattress watching a dirty movie. Naked of course. I had hidden a few toys and movies in my car (which was hooked to a trailer behind the moving van), and brought them back in as I intended to have a last night of fun. Well, as the night wore on I got tipsy (I have since sworn off champaign) and horny. And was still a little pissed about the cleaning thing. At some point my dirty, drunken mind took over. I can only plead temporary insanity at what happened next. In my state I decided by damn if they were going to get a cleaning crew I'd make 'em spend the money and not just call it clean and keep the cash. Needing to pee, I went upstairs to the spare bedroom. Looking around, I decided the closet was the place. I entered, deciding to wet the carpet. I intended to squat, but was still standing when it just sort of flooded out of me, gushing down my legs and onto the carpet. There, I thought, let 'em figure that out! Well, a little while went by, I drank a bit more, polishing off the bubbly. Still feeling a bit mean though, I decided to repeat the procedure. For some reason I'd always been curious to what it would be like to pee while down on all fours, so when I got to the top of the stairs I dropped to my hands and knees. I spread my legs as wide as I could in the stairwell, my ass pointed down the stairs. Letting go, my piss flew out and hosed the stair case down. Some of it dribbled down my pussy and onto my belly. It felt kinda good, so I reached down to touch myself. Hello Miss Clitty! I fingered myself for a bit, before flipping over into a sitting postion. Legs spread wide I continued playing with my wet cunt until I had a terrific orgasm. I pee'ed a little more in the process, which was fine with me. I returned down to my bed, drinking water now and watching people fuck on tv. I had on one of my nastiest fuck flicks and was enjoying the hell out of it while continuing to drink water heavily. After a while I knew I couldn't wait any longer, and decided to go for it. Entering the master bedroom I laid face down right in the middle of the room. I spread my legs wide, and ground my pussy into the carpet. I held my upper body up into the air letting my tits dangle. I then let go, warm gold flooding the floor under my hairy snatch. Lovely! After I'd emptied my bladder I humped for a minute, splashing around then rolled over, my ass now in the puddle. It only took a few quick flicks of my finger across my clit before I was moaning, shuddering from another cum. I thought I was done for the night, even though it was quite early, maybe only eleven pm or so. Returning downstairs I flopped down on my bed. It only had my vinyl mattress protector on it, I'd packed all my sheets and blankets figuring I could get by for one night with just the mattress. Not sleepy yet I popped in another dirty movie. It turned out this was the one with the golden shower scenes. After about an hour, even though I hadn't drunk very much I felt the need to pee again. Well what the hell, I was already soaked so what was once more? I crawled over to the corner of the living room, and put a leg on either wall. I walked up the wall until I was more or less upside down, my shoulders on the floor and ass high in the air, feet steadying myself on the wall. I gently stroked my pussy, telling it to relax, and finally getting a little stream to dribble out. Before long it was a real gusher. I moved my hand rapidly across my twat so my pee sprayed everywhere. I got soaked pretty good, as did the wall and floor. I slid back down continuing to play with my pussy and tits the entire time, until I came in a huge orgasm, this time I ejaculated cum from my cunt. I don't remember doing so, but at some point I must have crawled to the mattress because that's where I woke up in the morning. I went upstairs, needing to pee, when I remembered the activities from the night before. Still feeling devilish, I went into the back corner of the master bedroom. I then let my pee go as I walked across the floor, leaving a wet trail behind me. Emptied I took a shower then returned downstairs to get dressed. I loaded my remaining items in the van, pausing only long enough at the garbage dumpster to dispose of one slightly wet mattress cover. I then headed off to a new town and new life, never looking back. Frankly I hope they had to rip out all the carpet in that place. That'll teach them not to piss people off!