From Zeta

From Zeta

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From Zeta Reproduced from "Wet Set" magazine by kind permission of the publishers. Wet Set, P O Box 392 Turramurra, NSW 2074, Australia. One of the best relationships I have ever had with another girl, in which wetting ourselves played a large part, started when we were working together one Thursday night when I was the manageress of a clothes store. We were very busy and I had to go to the storeroom and leave Anita alone with a customer. Even before I left I had been aware that she needed to use the bathroom, as she had been crossing her legs and jigging up and down whenever the customer was looking the other way. It was shaping up to be a big sale though, and we couldn't risk losing her. I was the only one who was allowed to use the storeroom after hours, so she just had to hold on. When I got back I could tell by the way she was standing that she was now absolutely desperate. The customer had left while I was gone (without buying!), and Anita was now standing over by the counter with her hand jammed tightly between her thighs, and a look of desperation on her face. I took her by the arm and said that I would take over but she replied that she didn't think she would make it and that she had already wet herself a bit. She removed her hand and let me see the small wet patch that had appeared on her jeans at the top of her thigh. 'Me toilets were right down the other end of the mail, and I could see it was clear that she had left it too late. I was starting to get a bit excited at the thought of what might happen, but I told her to stand in one of the change rooms while I went and locked the door and searched for the bucket. I locked the door and was searching behind the counter for the bucket when I noticed a little yellow stream running out from under the curtain of the change room. I pulled the curtain aside to see Anita had done it in her jeans all the way down her legs. They were stained dark blue and she looked like she was going to cry. I put my arms around her shoulders and cuddled her, and told her it was all right to wet herself, and that I had done it lots of times. I was very turned on and could feel my pussy getting wet and I'm sure she could feel my hard nipples. I held her close enough to get my own clothes a bit wet and I secretly did a spurt of pee in my own panties. She stopped crying but she didn't move so I kept holding her and telling her I didn't mind. I didn't really want to risk making a pass at another woman and being rejected, but I was so turned on I thought I was going to faint. I couldn't keep my eyes off the beautiful stains that Anita had made on her jeans, and was absolutely dying to piss myself too. I continued to hold her and stroked her hair while I reassured her with brief descriptions of times I had wet my pants. I could tell she was responding to this, and was enjoying having me cuddle her, so I took the plunge and kissed her on the cheek while I let another spurt go in my pants. Her response was all I could have hoped for, and very quickly we were kissing on the lips and fondling each other. It seemed my sensual descriptions of my own accidents, together with the warmth against her pussy, had produced the desired results. I had my cunt pressed up against the top of her thigh, and I told her to stay still for a second, and without saying any more I wet all over her leg. After this we both took our wet pants off and lay down on the floor of the change room and licked and rubbed each other in the puddle of piss unfit we came. After that we cleaned up and got changed into some clothes off the rack before opening up the shop. For the next hour until closing we couldn't help grinning at each other every time our eyes met, and I was dying to talk to her about what we had done. After we closed up we went across the street to the bar and sat down for a long chat. I soon found out that like me, Anita was also into wetting for pleasure, and wet her pants frequently both accidentally and on purpose. We also discovered that often during the times we had worked together, we had both walked ar me, so we went to find a cab. Just before we left the bar Anita got up and walked towards the ladies, but I followed and caught her just before she went in. I whispered in her ear that I needed to go too, but 'couldn't be bothered'. She looked up at me with a little smile and giggled, but then reminded me that we were wearing shop clothes. Since I was the boss however, I managed to convince her not to worry about it, and that if anything should happen I would take responsibility. So there we were standing on the street corner dying for a pee, and both carrying little bundles of wet and smelly clothes. It was just like waiting to be picked up after school At one point Anita said she was having second thoughts, but suddenly a vacant cab appeared and we both got in. About half way to Anita's place I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it, so I opened my legs a little, grabbed Anita's hand and clamped it between my thighs. I could tell she was excited because she was breathing heavily, and when I started wetting I thought she was going to pass out. Piss was soaking everywhere, and my bum felt hot against the vinyl. I leaned over and whispered for her to wet herself for me as I slid my hand between her legs. I think she was a bit scared of the cab driver noticing, and she couldn't seem to let go, even though I could feel her pushing. When we started getting close to our destination, Anita asked the driver to stop a few houses away from hers so he wouldn't know who had messed up his back seat. As soon as he was gone, she stood up close to me, grabbed my hand and put it up under her skirt, and proceeded to piss in her panties, down her legs and on both our shoes. The warm feeling over my hand was great, and I used my fingers to rub her clit through her soaked panties. But before she had emptied her bladder completely she stopped, and explained that she wanted to do the rest inside. Once in the house she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom, telling me how she wanted me to stand at the end of the bed and watch her. She explained that it had been a fantasy of hers for a long time to have someone watch her while she 'did her thing'. I stood there dumbfounded in my dripping wet clothes as I watched her take a plastic sheet from under the wardrobe and spread it out on her bed. Every so often she looked up and gave me a little smile, and asked me to lift up my dress so she could see my wet panties. The wetness had made them transparent, and they clung to my pussy. I knew that Anita could see everything, and the thought was highly exciting to me. As she climbed onto the bed I started to rub my clit in little circular motions with my finger, and found myself getting lower to the floor as my knees started to bend. Anita knelt down on the plastic sheet, sat on her feet with her thighs wide apart, and pulled her dress up to her waist. Just like with me her panties were wet and transparent and through the material I could see that she was shaved bare. She was obviously turned on like never before, the rosy colour of her swollen pussy lips clearly visible, and with a fold of her wet pants tucked between them I could easily make out the contours and shape of her sex. Still in this position she reached over to her bedside table and retrieved a vibrator from the top draw. It was in the shape of a large cock, and turning it on she pressed the head against her crotch and began to masturbate. Her other hand was massaging her ripples through her dress, and even though her eyes were half closed, I knew she was watching me and looking for my reaction. In the state I was in I could hardly speak, but managed to raise a smile of encouragement. Anita then moved the vibrator to one side, giving me a clear view between her legs, and although I couldn't actually see anything I knew from the look on her fes to one side and had my index finger inside me while I massaged my clitoris with my thumb. Even though I had sunk so close to the floor that I was practically kneeling, I never once took my eyes off Anita 'doing her thing'. As soon as she finished peeing she pulled her panties aside like I had done, took the vibrator and slid it inside her all the way up to the balls, and then replaced her panties over them to hold it in place. As we both then frigged ourselves to blinding orgasms, me with my hand and Anita with her huge plastic cock, I wondered if coming would ever be that intense again. As soon as I calmed down, I climbed onto the bed with Anita and lay down beside her in the still warm puddle of pee. My clothes immediately soaked it up and I felt it spreading against my skin. She too lay down and we began what would end up being several hours of kissing, licking, pissing and coming. In the morning we washed and ironed our clothes, and as soon as we got to work put them back on the rack! For the rest of the time we were together in that shop work took on a completely different meaning. We got into the habit of bringing a change of clothes with us every day just in case one or both of us had a little accident in her pants, and even made up a new company motto to raise staff morale - 'wet while you work!'