Anyway. In order to access the toilet block at work, you
have to leave the little building where I have my office space, and walk across
a yard. It closes at 5pm sharp every day (so does most of the site). This whole site is essentially a
sort of building site while they develop it, and is a good 20 minute walk from civilisation.
If you know me at all, you’ll know I love drinking tea. I
drink so much tea at work it’s crazy. I cherish those 3 minute breaks that I
take to prepare one. I often have at least one an hour. It means that I live in
a constant state of twitchy bladder… but as you may have gathered, that’s quite OK with me ;)
This is a fairly new job of mine, so I haven’t quite figured
out how to have secret pissy fun at work yet. I’ve thought about sitting at my
desk in nappies (I love the idea of wearing a nappy under a skirt suit!),
plastic pants, or just letting a little out at a time so that it isn’t
noticeable. But I’m scared of my boss noticing, so I just haven’t taken the
plunge yet.
Well… the other day was a super long day. I drank tea until
bursting point over and over again, and would trudge over the yard to the
toilet block (if only to hide from the ass-hat!) and relieve myself frequently.
However, he afternoon got so busy, that I didn’t find a chance to go for a few
hours. During that time though, I still had to make my boss cups of tea, and so
I drank it myself too. Lots of tea + no wee = desperate me.
He decided that he would be leaving at 4.30pm. Fine, I
thought, ass-hat. I still had some work to do. So I decided, I would work till
4.45pm, and then get the hell out and go home via the toilet block before they
locked it all up for the night. I’d have to get all of my work done before that
time, and needing a wee so badly would definitely motivate me to work harder
and faster.
All afternoon, I had felt my lower tummy get bigger and
bigger and grow super tender as my bladder filled up. I was sat there, wiggling
myself around in the seat at my desk, sitting with my foot curled under my
crotch – looking forward to a peeing. The more I thought about it – the more I
felt like I deserved a reward – so I thought – when I go for a pee – I’m going
to let the hissy torrent rush all over my hand in the loo. I love doing that
when I can’t have any other kind of fun. I just like it feeling hot and having
it run between my fingers and spray all over my legs. Anyway, I digress…
So time ticked away – and I counted down the minutes to my
boss leaving, and then my reward pee. I was working hard, but having to use
most of my concentration and will power to keep my pee contained.
Every accidental swivel of my chair, every slight touch of
my body on the desk – all felt like punches in the bladder. I couldn’t
concentrate, I couldn’t type and I couldn’t face another swig of tea or water
for fear that I would just deflate and wet everything, everywhere!
Then he left! The Ass-hat left! Hurray! I told myself to
give it two minutes, to make sure he leaves – and then I’ll run to the loo
because I can’t wait any longer.
So I did. I actually waited a full 5 minutes – I didn’t want
to bump in to him in the car park.. as soon as I get up and uncross my legs,
there will be no stopping. I don’t want to piss myself in front of him as he
leaves.
I waited, then when it was time, I waddled to the door,
trying to figure out how quickly I could get across the yard now I was stood
up.
I pulled on the door and it was jammed. I pulled harder, and
again. Nothing. No movement. I realised pretty quickly that my boss had locked
me in from the outside. He had either pulled the lock on in a second nature
way, or this was a sick joke. The onset of panic made my desperation double… no
triple, instantly. I suddenly felt completely out of control of what was going
to happen. I squeezed my legs together and plonked myself down on the floor as
quickly as possible. I had no way out. The windows are high and small. But
maybe there were other people left in the yard, I thought. I stood up again,
and grabbed my crotch so very hard. I pressed my index finger against my piss
hole, trying to block the flood that wanted to escape.
I shuffled to the window which, if you stand a certain way,
you can just about see the yard. I yelled. There was no one – they had all
closed and left early. Were they all in on some joke? I couldn’t believe it. I
was completely alone on site locked in a building. I had an absolute ocean of
piss ready to ruin the office I worked in.
I grabbed the phone and called my boss. No answer. I left a
voice mail with a quivery voice. I was shaking now – I needed to pee so badly it
made me feel like I was going to be sick. I sent him a text message. My crotch
hurt from grabbing it so hard with my hand. I desperately looked around the
office for something to piss in. The only thing was a full water dispensing
bottle. I thought maybe I could throw the water out of the window and piss in
that? If only I hadn’t put the empty one outside. There’s no way I would be
able to lift that up to the high windows. Also… how would I explain that to my
boss?
I thought I could pee in my tea mug. But as soon as the hot
stuff starts coming out of me, there’s no way I can stop… and I was so
desperate I feel like I could fill 100 mugs.
Another idea I had was emptying the drawer of my desk and
pissing in that… then emptying that out of the window. I threw all of my notes
and stationary out of the desk onto the floor. I didn’t care if my boss came
back and found me doing it, I though. In fact… I was going to squat over the
drawer on the floor, look at his face as he walked into the building, and tell
him it’s his fault his office is pissy. But my little fantasy wasn’t to be… the
drawer was poorly made wood with lots of gaps.
Then my phone vibrated. It was my boss. He was already ages
away from the place – and instead, would send a nearby colleague to let me out
– but apparently he would be at least an hour.
As soon as I read that last bit, I started peeing myself. I
couldn’t help it. It was defeat. No matter how well I had plugged my peehole with
my finger, it was leaking everywhere. What started as a small wet patch of
leakiness in my knickers, grew huge and soaked my tights instantly.
I just gave in. I let it stream out at 100 miles an hour
down my legs and into my shoes. My pee puddled in my shoes and splattered all
over the office carpet. I tried to slow it down, that certainly didn’t work. So
I just bent my knees, squatted down, and angrily let it all out at once. I
didn’t care who saw, I didn’t care whether the carpet was ruined, I didn’t care
if the ass-hat found out. I let out every single drop and it felt fucking amazing.
I didn’t think it would stop. As soon as I was done with one torrent, I had
more to give. My whole body felt thankful and weak and happy. I just hovered
over my little lake for a while, then dipped my bum down onto the wetness and
let it soak through the only bit of my knickers that were still dry. Then, I
thought of you! That’s right. I thought I would take some pictures for you. (See
my one and only AWFUL picture below... at least you can see how soaked my crotch is)
I took my first picture, then I heard stones creak under
someone’s footsteps in the yard, and my heart tried to escape through my
throat. My colleague was here – much earlier than I expected. I freaked out, I
jumped to my feet and bolted over to the door grabbing my bag and coat on the
way. He got the door open really quickly – and without really thinking about
how much I must have smelt like piss, or how wet I was – I met him face to face
at the door with a sour look on my face. I blocked the entrance to the
building, and he smiled and turned to walk away as I turned the light off and
shut the door behind us.
It was dark – and so cold outside. So cold that under the
yard lights, I could actually see steam coming from my wet tights, shoes and
crotch (seriously, I’ve never seen anything like it!). I walked a few paces
behind him, and we left the site. He offered me a lift to the station – and I
declined – saying thanks, but that I had to make a phone call.
Thankfully, he left without question. And when he was gone,
I let myself back in to the site – and crept up to the building again – I unlocked
the door and left it open slightly.
Then I walked home, in the dark, all wet and pissy and
happy. I lay on my bed when I got there, and my wetness warmed up again. I
pissed some more and soaked my sheets and bed, then pleasured myself over and over
all evening.
The next morning, I got to work early. Just before my boss.
When he arrived – I explained that I must have accidentally left the lock off the
door with all of the drama the night before – and that the nearby foxes had
obviously got in and found my left over lunch in my drawer, and then made a
mess of the place.
I got a bit of a telling off for leaving the lock off… but
he swallowed my story and I sat there feeling very happy with myself and
wearing my dried out knickers from the night before.
I’m definitely going to be having more fun at work now.
xxx
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