Chapter 2: Cannes do it anywhere

Since being in Cannes Calista had reflected several times on what had happened on the flight, on how Tamara, and the stewardess Lucy, had considered it quite normal to wet themselves, how convenient it had been and most of all how pleasurable it was to be just sitting and peeing in such a public place gaining such a high level of arousal. It had been so simple, and like on the plane where she had paid a lot for her ticket she was staying in the best suite at a top hotel and would be eating at the most expensive restaurants. Surely none of these establishments would turn her away for leaving a small puddle on the floor, or even moistening the upholstery a little. It really was no big deal since no one had commented on her skirt being soaking wet, there was nothing to see, and today, just in case, she wore the same Channel suit which was as pristine as the day she had bought it.

Calista was sitting on the terrace of her hotel waiting for the waiter to bring her coffee. “It’s inevitable that people will wet themselves if they have to wait this long.” Calista thought to herself, justifying what she was about to do.

Calista looked around, there was no one that she knew nearby. Calista squeezed herself but nothing happened. “How do I wet myself? I only want to do a little bit.” She thought.

This time she did not have the moral support of Tamara and Lucy to help nor was she desperate. Years of conditioning had given her perfect bladder control, or so she thought but now she had no control, she remained sealed.

Calista relaxed, resigning herself to having to wait until she was desperate to enjoy the public pleasure that she had enjoyed on the plane, but let out a short gasp as she felt the moist sensation between her legs. This is what she had been trying for as she felt the warmth caressing her fanny and stimulating her clitoris.

Calista looked around, enjoying her environment as her pee now soaked through the skirt of her channel suit and into the lightly upholstered wicker chair.

Her spell was broken as she saw the waiter approach. Calista tried to cut off the flow but as in the plane any attempt to stem the flow caused a pain.

Calista went bright red as the waiter placed the coffee on the table beside her.

“Will that be all Madame?” The waiter asked in broken English as Calista’s pee began to run through her chair and trickle onto the marble floor.

“That’s all, thank you.” Calista said in a remarkably dignified voice, given how she was feeling.

Calista’s flow continued as the waiter left, fortunately still just trickling through the chair and Calista remained completely still, not even moving her head in case she saw someone she knew nearby.

When her pee had finished running from the chair Calista furtively looked around. There was no one she knew and no one was looking her way.

Calista quickly drunk down her coffee, almost burning herself in the process, before gingerly standing up and making a hasty exit.

The waiter moved in fast to remove the damp chair as soon as Calista had left with, unknown to Calista, a few drops of pee leaving a trail across the marble paved floor from the hem of her skirt.

Calista reflected on how right Tamara had been, how her status as a valued customer had meant that her wetting had not been questioned. It must have been obvious to the waiter that she had wet herself but he had not in the slightest acknowledged that anything was amiss.

Calista went outside into the street. She walked confidently knowing that although her skirt was now soaking wet at the back nothing showed and it would soon be dry. As long as she dressed appropriately she would never need to make a special trip to the toilet just to pee.

Calista made her way to Tamara’s hotel and found her sitting in reception. Tamara was wearing a tiny white bra, pleated white mini skirt, white high-heeled shoes and white framed sunglasses.

“Hello Tamara.” Calista said as she sat down opposite Tamara hoping that her still damp skirt would not mark the pink seat.

She need not have worried.

“Hello Calista, glad you could make it. I thought I wasn’t going to hold out, my bladders bursting, oh! It’s just popped!” Said Tamara smiling as Calista heard a short burst of loud hissing noise emanating from between Tamara’s legs.

“That will have to do.” Said Tamara in a low voice as she got up leaving a dark circle on the pink upholstery. “I have to be careful with white. I normally wouldn’t have done it here but since you’re here I thought I might as well. It’s OK; I’ll wait if you need to go?”

Tamara was not expecting Calista to take up her offer.

Calista thought for a few seconds that her skirt had probably already marked the seat then said,.”Ok, I’ll just be a few seconds.”

Calista leant forward and relaxed. This time her pee came quickly. Straight away she felt the warmth. Calista had now become more comfortable with wetting herself and by not waiting until she was desperate she had been in complete control.

After a few seconds Calista was able to cut off her flow and looked around. The coast was clear; no one would see her leaving the wet seat.

Calista got up and followed a slightly surprised Tamara out to the street.

“I think I need a drink.” Said Tamara as she made a beeline for the bar across the street, adding. “You really seem to be enjoying your freedom now.”

Calista followed her and they both sat up on stools at the elevated bar. Tamara sat back on her stool making sure that her skirt was clear of the seat while Calista just sat down normally.

Tamara ordered two giant cocktails and when they arrived Tamara sucked ravenously at her straw while Calista took a quick sip before spluttering. “What’s in this?”

“I don’t know what’s in it but it’s big and tastes good.” Said Tamara. “If you don’t like it I’ll have it.”

Tamara called the barman over and asked him to get Calista. ‘Something big with a bit less bite.”

By the time Calista’s pina-colada was ready Tamara had started on the second drink. When it was half empty she stopped, and said. “Hurry up or you’ll get dehydrated.”

Tamara sat up and began to pee, her pee gently flowing over the front and down the legs of the leather clad stool. After a few seconds Tamara stopped peeing and drunk the rest of her drink before sitting up again and stretching her legs out towards Calista.

Peeing again she said. “I love it on the back of my legs.” As she looked down at her pee now running off of her heels onto the carpet. “I think we’ll have a few more drinks and then go shopping. It looks as if you only have one outfit.” Said Tamara, noting that Calista was wearing the same Channel suit as she had on yesterday.

“I have got other stuff but I wanted to be safe.” Said Calista, as she paused for breath, not being able to keep up with Tamara’s drinking rate.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure that the clothes are OK before we leave the shop so you will know you’re all right. Drink up, or you’ll have nothing to test with”.

The women continued drinking for another twenty minutes, Tamara pausing every few minutes to let a small stream run down the back of her legs. Calista waited till the end to try it for herself, having to perch on the edge of the stool to prevent her skirt intercepting her pee before it had a chance to run down her legs.

“Does it feel nice?” Tamara asked her.

“I can’t really feel it much.” Answered Calista. “And I don’t know whether I like it going in my shoes.”

“Point your toes, like me.” Said Tamara, as she again demonstrated how to discretely pee down her legs. “It stops it going in your shoes so much; pee a bit harder if you want to feel it.”

Tamara watched as Calista pointed her toes and the dripping from her heels increased to a gentle flow.

“Is that better?” Tamara asked.

Calista was now enjoying peeing down her legs much more. “I see what you mean.” She said.

Tamara swivelled round on her stool giving a nice view up her skirt to some young men who were looking her way. Tamara knew that they had not been seen wetting themselves. Tamara put her feet on the foot rail of the stool and deftly lifted her still dry skirt over the wet seat. Her feet now on the ground, Tamara felt the small amount of pee that had got in her shoes. “Don’t worry about your wet shoes Calista, you’ll get used to it and they’ll be a lot wetter later on.” She said.

The internationally recognisable Tamara led the way from the bar as the women visited some of the designer shops. The first stop was Gucci. “We shouldn’t have a problem finding something here.” Said Tamara eyeing up the leather skirts in the window.

They went inside and Tamara briefed the assistant with Calista’s requirement that any garment must be ‘pee proof’.

At first the assistant looked a bit taken aback but she went with Calista to choose some garments from the rails.

Calista disappeared into the changing cubicle with the assistant and removed her jacket and her now only slightly wet skirt. The assistant helped her on with a knee length brown leather skirt and Calista emerged to show Tamara.

“What do you think?” Asked Calista, twirling round.