Littleblondie 18 Posted October 28, 2017 Popular Post Share Posted October 28, 2017 Okay so this experience happened only a few months ago. I was working at a waterpark resort , and I was a barista at the Starbucks inside of the resort. A little description of myself - I am 19 years old, relatively shy, blonde, freckled, and fair-skinned. I am thin but not super thin, and my work uniform at the resort was a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt and a green Starbucks apron. I had just worked an 8 hour shift and had drank three different drinks on my shift. I started in the morning with ice water, then had a hot espresso drink, and then in the afternoon a large sized iced tea. That day had been extremely busy as there was a cheer camp happening at the resort and Starbucks had been flooded with cheerleaders all day long. We were also very short-staffed, which meant none of us got much of a break. I know that's kind of illegal, but there really wasn't another choice. In the last couple hours of my shift I noticed that I had to pee really badly. A few times I had acted as if I needed something from the back room but really I just needed to hold myself for a second and take deep breaths. I had a really hard time concentrating on my job and did my best to act casual , but I knew I appeared really jittery and rushed. I kept glancing at the clock, counting down the minutes until my shift was over. Finally the end was in sight as I saw the closers come in to take over for me so I could go home. I took off my apron and gathered my things, preparing to walk out when someone reminded me that I had a bank in the register. My heart sunk. That meant that my name was assigned to a cash drawer, and I had to open the drawer and take out all of the money, put it into a bag, and then walk all the way across the resort to the cash room and drop the money into the cash machine. I went back and got all the money, standing really stiff as I did so and holding my breath, concentrating hard on keeping the pee in, which I just barely managed without any leaks. I said goodbye to my co-workers, and then started walking across the resort. Now, I could have stopped at the restroom along the way (and I really really wanted to) but we weren't allowed to go anywhere besides straight to the cash room when we were holding a bank, and I knew that I'd get in big trouble if I was caught. After all, I had about $500 of the company's money in my hands. So I sped walked as fast as I could and made the long journey to the cash room. I was relieved when I walked inside and no one else was there. I was aware that there were cameras always going in the cash room, but I had to dismiss that from my mind as I physically could not keep still and also not wet my pants. Dropping the money into the cash machine was not a quick process. First, you had to take all of the receipts and separate them by if they were Visa, Discover, Gift Cards, etc. and put them in the corresponding boxes. Then you had to sign into the computer, push a few buttons, run your bills first through a sifter thing to make sure there were no stray coins, and then break the stack into smaller portions and deposit it into the machine and allow the machine to sort through it. Theoughout the entire process I was bouncing around like crazy. I was crossing my fingers that no one would come in, because I could not keep still. I had my hand between my legs the entire time , pushing hard into my crotch or else I knew it would start coming out whether I liked it or not. I was dancing around, crossing my legs and squeezing tightly, anything to keep myself from having an accident at work. I had to bend down to put the coins in the coin deposit and when I did I sat straight on my heel and wiggled around desperately, dumping the coins in and letting them slowly drop into the machine. I was biting my lip and looking up, I hadn't had to pee this bad since I was a kid I thought. I got back up and put the last stack of bills into the machine, praying for it to sort through them quickly, when to my dismay a few guys came into the cash room and started sorting through their receipts. I took my hand out from between my legs and crossed my legs tightly, sucking in my breath and focusing all my will on not having an accident in front of them. I prayed the machine would hurry up. then the worst happened. Apparently the machine didn't like one of my bills, so it spit it back out. It was a $10 bill and it had a little tear in it. This meant that I would have to get an envelope and manually drop this bill into the machine, a relatively lengthy process (not so bad, but considering my situation it was way too long). I started taking the steps to do a manual drop when I felt my body start to give up, little by little. I squeezed my thighs together extra tight but I felt a spurt escape me and soak my underwear. Then another. And another. I knew by now I had a small spot on my jeans for sure, and, thanking the lord for black jeans, I started moving even quicker. the guys finished sorting their receipts and started lining up behind me to use the cash machine. I was certain everyone knew I had to pee desperately as it was really quite obvious by the way I was standing and hurrying. I finally finished the steps and dropped the envelope into the machine, but that's when my body officially gave up. "shit shit shit" I whispered under my breath, stiffening up as I felt the floodgates open and warm wetness began spreading down my legs, slowly at first as I put everything I had into stopping it, and then a "whoosh" as my body couldn't do it anymore and completely let go. I stood there with my legs still crossed, facing the machine with my hands over my face as it all poured out of me and soaked the carpet below, creating a big wet patch on the floor. I felt it run between my legs and even make it's way down the front, flooding over my knees and down into my shoes. The feeling was completely orgasmic, but at the same time completely horrifying having an audience. It seemed to last forever, I had a lot of pee in me. When it finally stopped, my eyes were full of tears as I grabbed my receipt and hurried out of the room, keeping my eyes down as my face was burning up. My shoes made the most embarrassing squishing sounds as I walked out of the cash room and down the hall. I clocked out and escaped out of the emergency exit. I walked as quickly as I could to my car, passing several people along the way but keeping my eyes on the pavement. When I got into my car I broke down in tears, praying I never saw those guys ever again. these experiences are so horrible and traumatizing in the moment , but looking back I can thoroughly enjoy the memory, and I hope you can too :) HarryWetter, footedsleeper, GreenChile and 8 others 11 Quote Link to comment
likesowet100 4 Posted October 28, 2017 Share Posted October 28, 2017 i can only imagine the experience of people watching you while having an accident, but the relief after holding it for hours must have been absolutelly beautiful, sorta reminds me of a experience at school some time ago... holding it for hours and then having an accident with 30 people around you D: anyways Cute little story!, thanks for sharing! :D Quote Link to comment
Sentinelchicken 170 Posted October 28, 2017 Share Posted October 28, 2017 At least they were black jeans? Great story Quote Link to comment
Toady567 235 Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Very nice. I enjoyed your story! Quote Link to comment
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