I opened the door and set the glass down on my bedside table. With a cursory glance in the mirror, I got undressed and pulled open my underwear drawer to chose which pants to wear during the night. After some indecision I decided on a pair of red cotton bikini-style pants. I pulled them on, they were a good fit, nice and snug without being tight.
I already knew which pajamas I was going to wear, I'd only bought them that afternoon. They were plain, a sort of champagne colour, and made out of similar cotton material to my pants. I pulled on the trousers and jacket and fastened the buttons.
Now ready for bed, I pulled back the duvet, releasing the smell of freshly laundered sheets. I climbed in and stretched, luxuriating in the feeling of brand new cotton sliding against my skin. I could hear the faint crackle of the plastic sheet under the bed linen. I reached out of bed and drank down my third glassful of water and, having clicked off the light, settled down to sleep.
I awoke of a growing pressure in my belly. I looked over at the clock, it was nearly half past two. It felt like those three glasses of water had worked their way through, and were anxious to be released, however, I wasn't ready just yet.
I turned over in bed, to get more comfortable, and eventually curled up lying on my right side. It was nearly time. I relaxed a little, but tensed my muscles back up, just before the first drops got out. I teased myself in this way for several minutes, but all the time my need was becoming more and more urgent.
Finally I relaxed enough to let a small squirt of pee out, just enough to dampen the crotch of my pants. I squeezed my thighs together to feel the damp fabric between my legs. It felt good. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, so I decided not to.
I completely relaxed my muscles and almost immediately my pee pushed its way out of my body. I could hear a muffled hissing sound as my pants were almost instantly overwhelmed and my pee burst through them. I could feel it running down the side of my thigh, and collecting around my hip, soaking my pajamas wherever it touched.
After w few seconds, I tensed my muscles again to stop the rush of pee. Even during that short time, quite a lot had come out, and was now the puddle I was lying on. I turned over onto my left side, soaking more of my pajamas in the process, feeling the slippery fabric cling to my skin. I let a little more pee go, adding to the puddle on the bed.
But I saved my favourite until last. I rolled over onto my back and pushed the slightly damp duvet down. I slid my fingers into the fly of my pajama trousers and slowly eased the waistband of my pants down over my rapidly hardening cock. I guided it out through my pajamas and started to pee again. A stream of pee arched up and hit me in the chest, straight away drenching my jacket. I moved the stream down, alternating between letting it splash from my chest to my crotch. I could feel my hot pee running down my sides and between my legs, still collecting in a puddle underneath me. The feeling of the soaked cotton against my skin was wonderful.
All too soon, though, my fountain ran dry. I laid back down into the puddle that I had created. I paused a moment to take stock of my situation. My bed sheet was almost completely wet, and there was an inch deep puddle of pee between my legs. My pajamas were soaked, and they were clinging to my body, clearing showing the outline of my dripping shorts. The puddle had extended up the bed, and hence my hair and pillow were wet. I pulled up my pajamas and eased my hand into my pants, relishing the moistness I found there. Very slowly and deliberately I began to rub.......