This is a true story based on a meet I had a few weeks ago. All of it is true,
We arranged to meet at the pub at about 4.30pm, I wasn't sure what he was going to wear but I knew what I was going to be in. A lovely shiny wetsuit with a t-shirt over the top. But for how long for???
I walked into the pub and ordered myself a beer. It got poured and I took it and sat out back in the beer garden. There were two women out there in there own little world not noticing the guy who had some very rubbery legs and arms walking past.
I must have got about half a pint in when he arrived. Black lycra leggings and a t-shirt (no shiny arms for him).
He sat down and the usual conversation began. His attention then turned to my attire and a big smile appeared on his face. We were in the back corner so fairly out of the way and we had a plan. After a few beers I would inevitably need the toilet. Wetsuits are not designed to be worn out of water as regular attire, let alone in a pub, so they don't come with a built in fly. This one was a nice open water rubber bonded wetsuit and we knew when the time came, it would end up being a very wet wetsuit, but this time on the inside.
He finished his drink and I finished mine, so I went back to the bar to get us another couple of pints, my rubbery legs, bum and crotch on show to all!
I returned and sat back down, conversation continued and then it was time for another. His turn. I sat there having a little feel of my self awaiting his return with more beer! He soon came back, a pint in each hand and his bulge wobbling from side to side in his leggings. I'm always very impressed with his bulge.
I got about halfway through that pint and I could feel myself beginning to need a piss. A few mouthfuls more and I was beginning to jiggle. It then hit me that I don't need to hold it in, and with a glance towards him to let him know what was happening, I began to piss. I could feel it filling up the wetsuit, because of how I was sitting it couldn't run down the legs and just gathered in the crotch. When I was done I gave it the obligatory prod to feel the piss slosh around inside. It felt great!
Of course now the floodgates had been opened and I didn't need to worry about holding in a full bladders worth and then making a trip to the toilet, I could just go when I wanted to, so that's what I did. Every 15 minutes or so I would let out a little more piss, slowly filling the wetsuit. Unfortunately, due to it being a few sizes too small, when I put it on, I managed to tear a small hole in the small of the back. This wasn't an issue at first but now as the suit filled up, the piss became level with the hole and I began to leak from the rear. A puddle began to build on the floor below my chair. I wasn't bothered. I stretched out my legs and a torrent found its way out of my ankle, absolutely soaking my shoe and making more of a mess on the floor.
It was now my round and I stood up to head to the bar, a sort of squelchy walk leaving a few wet footsteps as I went. As is normal, not a single person batted an eye as I walked, in, you couldn't tell any different from my legs, but my t-shirt was now soaked at the back from where I had been leaking from the hole.
As I stood at the bar waiting to order and then for the drinks, I couldn't help but let out a little more piss. In fact, it became quite hard not to piss, it just sort of came out when it needed to. I wasn't too worried as I felt the wetsuit would contain a few dribbles. As I headed back with my drinks I took a look back at the bar area to see if anyone was watching me, then it caught my eye. I had left a giant puddle on the bar floor, right where I was standing. I continued to squelch on out, hoping that people would just think it was spilt beer!
When I got back to our table I recounted the incident. Oops!
More beer was d*unk and he has an unbelievably good skill of holding a lot of liquid in his bladder, but the time was up and he excused himself to go to the toilet. He came back with a Lucozade bottle in his hand. A full Lucozade bottle, but it wasn't Lucozade in it! This had always been the plan. No piss wasted, all over me!
I decided to up the ante and removed my t-shirt. I was now sitting in the beer garden in just a wetsuit and trainers. I think at this point I may have even removed them and just been in my socks. The women glanced over but still didn't seem too bothered and a couple of guys had come out too, along with another couple, all non plussed about me and my attire. A few more minutes passed and then we decided to go for it. I removed the top from the bottle, pulled open the front of the wetsuit and poured in the warm piss. It glugged in, filling the suit, pooling in my crotch and heading into my legs, but also sadly out of the hole in the rear. It didn't matter to me though, I was now soaked in so much piss it felt amazing.
To have even more fun, he brought back a spandex skinsuit that I had leant him the last time we met. It smelt of piss and I knew that he had left a few loads in it to add to the fun. I decided it would be fun to slip that on as well, so in the garden area (more a paved courtyard) I proceeded to slip my silver Amoresy skinsuit over the piss soaked wetsuit. It felt great and didn't look too bad either. The others looked over and carried on their own business. We had one more beer (his turn to buy) and I continued to rerelease my piss straight into my wetsuit. It started to rain at this point and while we were semi covered by the wall and a tree a few spots fell on us. I joked it would help make my now rather large puddle look slightly less strange. He joked it could have just been spilt beer and then before I knew it, the last eighth of a pint was thrown at me, soaking my skinsuit and running down onto the floor. I was now soaked inside and out.
Our glasses were now empty and I was feeling the effects of the beer so we decided to make our way out of the pub. I decided there wasn't much point putting my t-shirt back on and as the skinsuit covered the now slightly larger than before hole I walked out through the bar area and out the front into the street in a soaking wet see through skinsuit and wetsuit with my bag on my back. It was quite the thrill. As we headed along the street he said he needed another piss and was quite desperate. I am sure he would have happily pissed himself on a bench but the deal was all piss is for me, so we picked up the pace and headed into the nearby park. Just off the carpark was a small footpath and I hastily got to my knees. I had barely composed myself when his hot stream of piss was covering me all over. I pulled open the wetsuit to get some in there and rubbed it all around. I love being pissed on but this just felt incredible. His cock was semi hard and it would have been rude not to give it some attention so I felt it was my duty to give it a little suck to say thankyou. Not a full on suck to completion, just a little clean up. He put it away and got to my feet. Bladders now empty we could continue the walk back at a more leisurely pace. It was about 10 minutes through the park to the hotel I was staying at and I did all but the last minute with my pissy spandex and neoprene on full show. I can't actually recall if we passed anyone. Just as we approached the hotel, I threw on the very wet t-shirt and headed inside, hoping I wasn't leaving a massive trail of piss as I went!
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