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  1. Here4theFun

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    From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    A commission by Nadia and Phantom. They are having such fun!
  2. As a "not native" English I tried my best once again... VIVIAN THE WITCH: THE MOST EMBARRASSING DAY OF MY LIFE When I woke up, I was happier than ever. The days at Witch University were over. All that was left was the final test. I prepared for the day like I always do before school. With a proper breakfast and a big cup of strong green tea. I chose my outfit carefully. After all, it was my first day as a real witch. I wanted to look extremely good in front of the witch master, the teacher witches and my class. I sprayed my skin with a magic scent that I'd made myself. It makes everyone around me swoon in love. I put on my best green-striped panties and tights. The outfit was completed by a black tight mini dress and a black witch hat. High heels, magic wand and I was ready for fly to school. Long green hair fluttered around my head when I flew through the sky with the broom of mine. I landed on the ground of the school yard like the other students. We went to the big castle building talking and laughing. Every student got to hear their final exam. There was a lot of excitement in the air. I heard groans and muffled screams from the principal's room as one after another visited there in their turn. Soon it was my turn. "Vivian? Here is a couple of notes in your archives from teachers." Said master. "Oh..." I wondered. "You are too kind and pretty. You should be cruel and wicked wizard more than a fairy godmother or little mermaid." He continued and started to preach. "This another one is even more serious. You have asked pee breaks during the lessons. Real witch cannot show any weaknesses." I nodded and blushed. "This can only mean a one thing. You must make a magic potion to drink and remove this weakness as your final test." He said as he handed me the recipe. I had been dreading this. It took hours to prepare the potion. My urge to pee was already severe and now I would have to stand next to the magic cauldron for the rest of the day. On the other hand, it would prevent me from peeing my pants forever. "But I just drank my morning tea. Could I quickly use the restroom first. Please, Master!" I tried. "No buts. This is your final exam. Prove that you are hard as a rock!" He answered. I had no choice. I walked next to the pot and started my task. My bladder was only hard thing in my body and mind. The pressure felt unbearable now when the permission to pee had cancelled. I had to prepare the magic liquid and taste it. Otherwise, I would wet myself in front of all students. I just had to make this happen! I was able to collect the raw materials and light a fire under the pot. I stirred the soup for hours. My need to pee was huge. The liquid splattered in the pot and it only made me feel worse. I had to dance around the cauldron one hand between my thighs. I heard whispers around me. I also saw how the younger witch students and even their teachers were looking at me with grins. Magic potion was too hot to drink and I had to wait until its temperature dropped. I was so near, but not sure about my bladder control. I was afraid of the public accident more than ever. I sat down on the floor and pressed my knees tightly together. I felt that my only hope was drinking the potion. Right then and there before I really wet myself. Soon I did it. Smelly soup was still very hot and its taste was awful. It didn't bother me much. I thought I was safe and dry now... and forever. I was waiting and waiting, but nothing happened. The pain in my crotch was even worse than earlier. I felt how my panties slowly started to get wet. They were soaking more and more and I just couldn't do nothing to avoid it. Warm pee was running through the fabric of my green-striped tights with a hissing noise! Then I lost my consciousness for a moment. There was a thick cloud in my head and the only thing I realized was that I couldn't control myself at all. My body trembled and I felt relieved... "Viv is pissing herself!" Someone shouted and I heard laughing and giggling. "Wow, we have a massive accident here!" Another student shouted and they all looked at me. I was still pissing like racehorse. There was a big spreading puddle under my butt. I started to cry when I understood what had happened. One of the teachers helped me up. I was dripping wet and I knew everyone saw the glistening bottom of my tight black mini dress. This wasn't the case how I wanted the whole school noticing my gorgeous outfit. We walked into principal's office. I wiped my tearful eyes in front of his ugly face. "I am sure this was a good lesson for you Vivian. Always be a mean and cruel like a real devious witch should be." Witch master taught. Soon I was home again. Undressing my smelly and wet dress, tights and panties. I felt confused and humiliated. I looked at pissgirl's serious face through the mirror. I saw a real witch now. This had been the worst day in my life. I decided: Someday I would find a right recipe of the "not-pee-your-pants-potion".
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    A video of a girl flooding her tights in the kitchen while she tries to do dishes.
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  4. Got this new Vfl Wolfsburg soccer kit and of course I had to break it in properly before pic after pics and of course the video! IMG_4494.MOV
  5. I'm looking for a video of an Asian woman in skirt and grey tights peeing in parking lot between cars. When she's done, a guy comes from behind and gets inside a car. This video was titled "man from behind" or something like that. I would really appreciate if someone would send me a link.
  6. He wouldn’t stop watching me! It had been one of those days, the end of the financial year and meeting after meeting to conclude projects and discuss new ones, reconfigure teams, printing spreadsheets and finalising contracts. Absolutely non stop, fuelled by endless tea and coffee, pizza delivered to the office to celebrate a new deal and everyone wanting me like never before. It wasn’t until I walked out the door rushing to catch my train home that I realised I hadn’t stopped once, even for the loo. I never use public toilets, especially those horrid tiny ones on trains. The journey home is about 40 minutes and I was sure I would just about manage it. Standing still heading up the escalator to the platform though I was very aware that my bladder was full, the waistband of my suit skirt feeling too tight and uncomfortable. Having had to stand still for those few minutes on the moving escalator I was so glad to be free onto the platform and move more. Usually, of course, I am as restrained as the next person and remain stoically frozen to the spot in silence waiting to board, but today I paced a little anxiously waiting to sit down and cross my legs and try to forget how badly I needed to wee. I never go all day at work without at least one toilet break. How I had managed it today is anyone’s guess! I was so grateful to get a seat, even if I was surrounded by men on every side of me, right beside me, opposite and diagonal. I crossed my legs tightly trying to think of anything but my bladder and looked out the window aimlessly. The minute or so before the doors closed felt so long and the tiny jolt of the train as we set off made my bladder spasm, so much so I had to quickly change position and recross my legs the other way. Maybe I needed to reconsider my opinion of train toilets? I looked around the carriage wondering where the toilet might even be thinking of wether to risk the possibility of losing my seat by trying to find it or just wait it out. In the end the embarrassment of trying to find a loo was too much and I quickly dismissed that idea and returned to looking out the window. Maybe I was imagining it but the man opposite seemed like he was watching me? I hoped not. He was rather nice looking and I bit my lip in embarrassment hoping he couldn’t tell how full my bladder was and how much I really needed to find a bathroom right then. By the time we’d reached the second stop I could feel my very full bladder bouncing around. It ached; a dull constant ache urging me to pee soon. I nursed it with my arm feeling it rock hard against me as my tightly crossed legs helped me keep my throbbing urethra closed and my tapping foot kept enough movement to remind my body it absolutely wasn’t the right time to pee right now. At least that man definitely wasn’t staring at me now as his eyes were on the floor for once. Hopefully he couldn’t see my flushed cheeks and lip biting. This journey just wasn’t going quick enough! I was bursting and couldn’t stop thinking just how much liquid I’d unknowingly consumed throughout the day. At least we were steadily making progress, though the pressure in my body was now constant and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. Crossing my legs wasn’t enough but there wasn’t enough room on the cramped seat to do anything else. I desperately wanted to press my crotch hard with my hand but that was simply impossible so I had to resign myself instead to rubbing the top of my thigh trying to deflect my senses from the throbbing want between my legs to my thigh instead. It wasn’t really working though and I was so tense my back was starting to ache now and my teeth were clenched. Finally the train stopped again and at long last the larger male beside me got off giving me freedom to move more. I immediately uncrossed my legs and wriggled trying to find a comfortable position but really struggling. I couldn’t recall ever having to go as badly! The man opposite was still there and it felt like he was eyeing me up though I didn’t risk looking properly for fear our eyes might meet. The train pulled away from the platform to yet another train tannoy reminding us that the train was a few minutes late and thanking us for our patience. If only they knew how much I was struggling to be patient right now! Then the most awful thing happened and the train suddenly stopped! I couldn’t stop myself from gasping quietly in horror. I couldn’t afford any further delays right now. I was barely hanging on as it was, my leg shaking because I was struggling so much as I wriggled yet again hoping the poor gent in front of me wasn’t aware of what was going on in my body right then. I I looked everywhere other than at him using every ounce of my concentration to hold onto my pee, my hand now patting my thigh constantly impatiently. I had to pee so badly! ‘Come on train move would you’, I thought. I suddenly jumped, as did the good looking man in front of me, as an internal door banged shut and I saw the ticket inspector coming through. Oh God no! My ticket was in my purse in my hand bag which was at my feet. I delayed getting it as long as possible knowing what bending forwards might do. I was right because as I bent forwards into my bag I felt that first dribble escape and I clamped my thighs together urgently knowing I was not going to last the rest of the journey anymore. As much as it pained me to do so I was going to have to swallow my pride and ask the ticket inspector where the toilet was.I seriously couldn’t hold it back any longer! I could feel my cheeks redden and my neck burning as I quietly asked, praying that Mr handsome opposite couldn’t hear. The inspector wasn’t quiet though and I hated that little smirk he had when informing me that the toilet was out of order and I’d have to use one at the station. He’d seen my ticket so he knew exactly where I’m going. Did he really think if I could wait that long I’d go to all the bother of asking? Damn! What was I to do now? Well wether that guy had heard or not I couldn’t help but wriggle more, fidgeting around anxiously, scissoring my legs in and out, bouncing my legs, anything to just help me hold. He must know? This was so humiliating and embarrassing but I didn’t know what else to do. All I wanted was to be able to relax, release, get off the bloody train and get to a ladies RIGHT NOW! I could have actually cried as each station came and went and I was internally thinking ‘I’m almost losing it. Any minute now I’m going to have an accident!’ I couldn’t sit still, sitting right back in the seat tensely then having to cross my legs, only to uncross them, nursing my aching bladder and bouncing around. He was still there and I was sure now that he’d been watching me. He just wouldn’t stop looking at my twisting legs, my bloated bladder, my shaking shoes, the hair I was twirling anxiously with my fingers. Was he disgusted and as embarrassed as I was Who knew? The next station was announced and I decided rather suddenly that enough was enough. If I sat there any longer I was going to flood the place right in front of the stranger and so I grabbed my bag despite this next station not actually being my destination and I struggled towards the double doors horrified to suddenly notice the man opposite me was now standing right beside me! Oh God this was SO embarrassing and I couldn’t even stand still! He was even more attractive now he was standing up too. I was very clearly doing an ‘I need to pee’ dance gasping and struggling so much when suddenly our eyes met and he asked gently if I was ok. I wanted to yell at him that I clearly was anything but ok but I mustered as much professionalism as possible and asked quietly if he happened to know if the station had a ladies I could use. It HAD to! I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth and he had to be able to see that? I couldn’t even stand still at all, the noise of the heels of my shoes echoing right through the carriage compartment. He very kindly directed me but just the thought of now being so near seemed to make it suddenly worse as I bent forward and asked if they were far away. Even if they were right outside the train door when it opened I was beginning to think I still wouldn’t make it now. I’d been holding on for so long now that my poor vagina was quivering and I was shaking in need. I stepped off the train beside the man as he offered to show me the way. I did try to follow him but his steps were bigger, his pace quicker, his legs longer and I could barely move for fear I was about to pee everywhere. I was never going to make it. I physically couldn’t get there quick enough! Then he turned and seemed to come back towards me as I was bent forwards on the platform alone with a hand on the front of my skirt holding my crotch as best I could. As he approached I heard his voice asking if it was bad. For fucks sake it couldn’t have been worse if I had tried! I was leaking for God’s sake! I nodded shyly not able to actually tell him. I watched his face as he looked around anxiously before suggesting casually that I could pee behind this huge advertisement board on the side of the platform. I have never peed outside…well not for many many years anyway…but this was a dire emergency and I had no other choice. I hobbled behind the board shouted at the stranger to keep watch for me. As I struggled to pull my skirt up and tights and knickers down he appeared to be watching me again before suddenly looking away as if ashamed or…was he hard? Surely not? Fuck I couldn’t think straight as I breathed in and out quickly as my body poured out urine thick and fast as it splashed between my legs making a huge puddle. I couldn’t stop even though it felt like I was hovering there for forever as my poor huge bladder emptied on and on. All I could think about now was that clear swelling I could see in his trousers. Finally the whooshing and whizzing eased to a few spurts that splashed cheekily and I shook and pulled up my underwear and tights using my hands to straighten my skirt down as I stepped over the running puddle I had just made and walked past the stranger keeping guard. I was so much more relaxed now as I commented walking past how I’d never been so bursting in all my life. He didn’t reply as he walked behind me trying to catch up. I smiled back asking if there were buses to Oakdale from the main road noticing he was very flushed looking but had a huge smile he couldn’t hide. He nodded back and then briskly headed towards the car park as I saw a bus approaching and ran to catch it. It wasn’t far on the bus to home and as I stared out the window I couldn’t stop thinking about the stranger on the train who didn’t stop watching me the whole train journey as I squirmed and fidgeted right in front of him. He was so kind and helpful and understanding and extremely good looking. I was sure I had seen him in the same carriage as me before too. How I’d really love to see him again soon. A girl can dream right?
  7. If someone could translate what she’s saying that’d be cool

    © Dragon Ball

  8. I was wearing this outfit while working from home the other day. I honestly wasn’t planning on wetting them but I was home alone and decided why not. After all I was wearing a few layers to soak up my piss. Top to bottom I was wearing: - soccer socks - shorts with built in compression tights - compression shorts - tights/pantyhose i started leaking at my desk and recorded the video then I ran to the bathroom and soaked myself before I could start a vid but got some pics of the aftermath. IMG_3365.MOV
  9. Hey Hey Hey. As promised I'm in the office today and we're going to have some fun. I'm nowhere near squirmy yet but I have ALLLLLLL of these beverages and liquids, an empty office, a sky and I'm feeling cute and spunky. Now I have a couple hours of work that I have to do so I won't be touching back in but during that time I shall be chugging these beverages and I'll let you guys know anytime anything relevant happens. Well the full fat Coke is actually just in case I get nauseous cuz my tummy has been funny lately. Consider it an emergency Coca-Cola lol. This is my blue Supergirl dress. I thought I'd lost it and I was so sad and then I found it late last night. The tights won the poll hands down both here and on Twitter. These are red suspender tights so they have absolutely no crotch or ass and I wore them with my pink polka dotted panties and my leopard print disco mules. Happy following boys and girls
  10. Got these new Adidas trackies and purple tights recently and what better way to break some new clothes in than wetting them? Here’s a before and after pic followed by the video. IMG_2802.MOV
  11. View File Girl Floods Her Tights A video of a girl flooding her tights in the kitchen while she tries to do dishes. Submitter WetterMesser Submitted 03/18/2022 Category Female  
  12. 4 times in 4 days Part 1 Anya gained great satisfaction as a mentor for young adults. It had its fair share of challenges, like all jobs, but getting to the root causes of someone’s difficulties and helping them morph into an employable citizen with the necessary skills to succeed and live independently brought her so much pleasure. It took time, often up to six months with each client group, but the achievement of hearing that some of them went on to college or gained employment, or in some cases went on to live by themselves or move in with girlfriends or boyfriends or house mates, always made her heart beat stronger and her smile that bit wider. While some of her older female colleagues often mothered the clients and the older men even fathered them at times Anya, being younger, often found herself being chatted up or eyed up by many of the male clients. She was only in her late twenties, dressed professionally and her long black hair and darker skin drew attention to her quickly. Yet Anya held her own and was respected by clients and colleagues alike. So when in the weekly meeting she suggested taking some of her current group out on 1-1 trips in order to connect better with them by exploring their personal interests her requested was granted easily. She could hold her own and was more than capable of risk assessing and keeping herself and any clients safe. So on her first of four days spent with clients doing activities of their choosing Anya found herself picking up TJ in her car and heading out to the country for a day of bird spotting. Fully organised with a picnic, a blanket, warm clothing, a flask of warm tea and even some binoculars she’d found packed away in a cupboard, Anya was looking forward to getting to know TJ better and finding out what made him tick. TJ knew exactly where to go and directed Anya to a hideout about a miles walk from the nearest car park and they settled in for a morning of watching birds. At first TJ was on edge, put off by Anna’s presence and concerned she might disturb him, but after an hour or so he began to relax more when Anya poured out her first flask of tea and TJ opened a can of soda and they both took a break from bird sporting to chat. TJ spoke with a passion Anya hadn’t heard before and she was impressed by his knowledge and eye for detail. Before long they were both peering out the hideout as TJ whispered about what they could see now and Anya actually found herself enjoying the quietness and peace of hiding out and watching the wild birds. They paused again for lunch with Anya impressed that TJ had organised his own food and they chatted more over their food as TJ revealed more about his previous troubles and began slowly opening up more to his mentor. Anya finished her flask of tea and put it away beginning to wonder how much longer they might stay hidden away as she found her bladder slowly filling and wondering what she might do about it. TJ drank another can of something with his lunch but before they resumed watching again he casually said he was popping out the hide for some fresh air and Anya nodded thinking nothing if it. The hideout was cramped and cold and she could easily understand why anyone would want some air. She’d have got some herself had it not been for the fact she was warm under her blanket and wanted to tidy away her lunch stuff back into her bag. TJ returned keen to get back to seeing what was going on now with the wildlife he was so fascinated with and Anya picked up her binoculars and started watching too, her concentration beginning to wane though as her bladder filled more and more. Changing position to try and stay comfortable TJ looked at her disdainfully as the slight noise she made clearly caused him some offence. “Shhh. You’re frightening them away! Sit still please!” Anya felt humiliated to be chastised by a client so did her upmost to compose herself feeling herself slightly embarrassed and ashamed. Unfortunately her bladder wasn’t listening though and just minutes later a strong urge made her move again. This time TJ was even less patient almost shouting at Anyaand suggesting she leave the hide out if she couldn’t stay still. “You got ants in your pants or something?” Anya really wanted to reply telling TJ what was wrong but was determined to calm him and stay composed instead. “Sorry. Just a bit of cramp. Just let me stand for a bit then I’ll be fine.” So she stood in the hide trying to focus on the birds outside but feeling her need to urinate getting more and more urgent. Why wasn’t TJ needing too? It was only then it crossed her mind that his ‘getting some air’ might actually have been to relieve himself outside. If only it was that easy for a woman, especially one in in a skirt and tights and smart jumper! She resolved to not mention her need to her client hoping he’d feel the desire to leave soon enough anyway. 3pm came and went and Anya was really struggling now. The hide was chilly, sending cold air right up her legs, and staying still for more than a few minutes was pretty much impossible. She screwed her toes up in her flat shoes, tensed her thighs and slowed her breathing deliberately. She had to wait. It was just one of those things. Besides TJ had now whispered an apology since he was distracted by some new bird he’d seen and getting excited at what it was doing. At least with his eyes stuck firm to his binoculars he couldn’t see that Anya had her legs crossed and was biting her lip. Whispering so as not to scare the birds away Anya decided enough was enough. She was bursting for the loo and still needed to drop TJ home before she herself could get home to a bathroom. Even leaving now she doubted she could make it home dry. “TJ do you think we ought to call it a day? Maybe head home?” “You’re kidding right? Can’t you see what I can? Look! I’m not leaving now. Not when it’s just getting exciting. But we need to stay quiet ok! This is important to me. You wanted to come.” It’s true she had wanted to come and it had been a good day so far but now things had changed and staying, for her at least, wasn’t much of an option. She really really had to pee! Maybe it was time to fess up and just tell TJ? Whispering so as not to cause more disturbance Anya shook her leg then stepped quietly from foot to foot. “I know. It’s just…” TJ was facing away from her, binoculars at his eyes, and she really was desperate now having been needing to go since lunch time hours ago. Assuming he would be none the wiser she pressed against her skirt into her crotch in the vain hope it might help. Her movements startled TJ who sighed, turned to look right at Anya then gasped. “You don’t…you aren’t needing…” “I’m sorry TJ. I know I promised to spend the full day with you but I just really need to find a toilet. Could we call it a day maybe?” “Just go pee outside. It’s what I do. Just be super quiet though won’t you. Don’t scare them away whatever you do.” Anya reddened. What? Pee outside where anyone nearby might see her? Absolutely not! She was a lady, a professional woman. That was out of the question! Still whispering Anya looked down at her own feet embarrassed. “It’s not that easy TJ. Not for a woman. I can’t do that. Please can we go.” TJ turned from where he was engrossed watching birds, looking frustrated and almost angry. “Ten minutes? Please. There’s a hawfinch just flown onto that tree. See? There! You know how rare it is to spot one of those? I’m not going until she flies away. Seriously. This is like gold dust. Please?” Against her better judgement Anya nodded though she knew that ten minutes right now would feel like an eternity. As quietly as she could she sat back down on the plastic folding chairs she’d brought with her wrapping her blanket over her legs and squirming underneath. Still seriously bursting she pulled her elasticated skirt wider at the waist and slid a hand in to rub her underwear over her tights as silently as she could. Pressing and rubbing helped but the second she stopped her bladder sent such strong signals that she had to lean forwards on the chair and gasp. TJ looked at her with a look of annoyance as Anya whispered embarrassed. “I’m desperate. Sorry!” “Just go here then. Just be quiet ok!” What? Pee in a hideout with a male client in the same tiny space? Was he crazy? But this was bad. Really bad. And sitting how she was she was practically masturbating herself under the blanket desperately trying not to pee herself. There was no way she could drive like this, in fact she couldn’t even stand to get to her car right now! Squirming on the chair even more than before she moaned quietly trying to hold back the torrent of liquid screaming to be released. TJ just kept staring excitedly out at the birds tutting quietly under his breath clearly annoyed at Anya. Another twinge from her bladder and Anya felt a dribble leaking into her knickers as she gasped quietly. She had to do something…NOW! As quietly as she could, keeping her hand down inside her skirt for security, she stood up as best as she could, hung the blanket over the back of the chair to get at least some privacy then hobbled behind the plastic chair, pulled her skirt up as much as possible, bent down on her knees and relaxed. At first her urine ran down her leg softly and quietly like even it was afraid of disturbing the birds that TJ was so captivated by but then, outside of anything she could now control, a long hissing strong flow pushed through the gusset of her knickers and tights and formed a thick stream pouring out of her body onto the floor of the lookout. The noise was unmistakable in the silence, her shame palpable. TJ didn’t turn despite how obvious it was that Anya was peeing as Anya finally felt relieved, though hugely embarrassed, as she pulled her shoes off, poured out urine from them, then slid her wet tights and knickers down tossing them into a corner hoping they would somehow disappear never to be seen again. Making herself dignified by slipping her shoes back on her bare feet and wiping down her skirt Anya walked as silently as she could back to her plastic fold up chair as if nothing had happened. Minutes later TJ turned back, his binoculars back down around his neck, his face calm but happy. “It flew away. Shame. I’m going to come back though. Maybe see if my dad will drop me back on Friday. I loved this by the way. Thanks for coming. Did you see that hawfinch? I so need a better camera you know. Could really have done with one of those today.” “You know TJ if you let me help you prepare for interviews you could easily get a good job that pays enough to buy a good camera in no time. You’d be such a great employee with your concentration, eye for detail and organisation skills. We just need to work a bit on your CV but you honestly could get a job really soon.” “You actually think so? I could get a wage and buy myself a camera? That’s quite awesome don’t you think. Would you help me, with the CV and interview stuff? I’d really like that.” “Deal. When you come into the centre next week we’ll start work right away. Now let’s get you home before it’s too dark to see our way back to the car. A hawfinch…I’ll look that up on google tonight. Quite a day for us both I think.” “Aye. I’ll not forget this Anya. Thanks again.”
  13. This story is very loosely based on a true experience that an ex-girlfriend told me about, many years ago. Names have been changed for anonymity. It was 6am on a chilly January morning, and Madi was nervous and excited about the day ahead. The 20 year old university student was in the final year of studying for her law degree, and having recently completed her first semester exams, had volunteered to work as a teaching assistant at a local primary school for two weeks before the second semester started. She had always been interested in pursuing a teaching career, and this seemed like a great first step. Her mum had encouraged her to apply for the position, herself having worked as a teacher in Iran before moving to the UK with her husband a few years before Madi was born. Madi forced herself out of her warm bed, used the bathroom and got ready for the day ahead. Not sure of the dress code, she decided to dress quite smartly in a flowery dress with a black cardigan over the top, coupled with black tights. Feeling quite tired, she went downstairs and made herself a large cup of tea with her breakfast, hoping that it would help to wake her up a bit. After finishing her cup of tea, she grabbed her packed lunch out of the fridge and put on her coat. Stepping into a pair of smart black ballet flats, she picked up her handbag and left the house in time to catch the bus. She arrived at the school just before 8am and was shown to the staffroom by the friendly receptionist, where she was introduced to a young newly qualified teacher called Abbey. After they chatted for a bit, Abbey made herself a cup of tea before the pupils arrived, and asked Madi if she wanted one too. Madi didn’t really want to drink another cup of tea so soon after finishing her last cup, as drinking tea usually made her need a wee. She accepted one anyway, not wanting to appear impolite. Abbey then introduced Madi to some of the other teachers before showing her to her classroom, which was all the way over on the other side of the school. Madi sipped her tea politely as Abbey showed her around the classroom and explained her lesson plans for the day. At 8.45am the bell rang and the pupils came into the classroom for morning registration followed by morning lessons. Madi was enjoying walking around the classroom and helping pupils when needed. Abbey had already briefed her that some of the lower ability pupils may need extra support, and Madi focused on helping them get through the work. At around 10am, Madi was beginning to regret drinking that second cup of tea because she was already starting to need a wee, but she put it out of her mind and focused on the job at hand. Besides, the morning break was not far away and she would be fine to wait until then. The bell rang for morning break at 10.45am, and the pupils ran out into the playground. With two large mugs of tea inside her, Madi was needing a wee rather badly by now, and was hoping that there would be time during the break for her to quickly nip to the loo. Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. Abbey was on break duty that day, so they both put on their coats and went outside to supervise the playground. Instead of going to the toilet as she had hoped, Madi spent the 15 minute break standing out in the cold with her legs crossed, resigned to the fact that she would have to wait until lunch. At 11am, the bell rang for the end of break and they headed back inside to carry on with the lesson. Madi was starting to get quite fidgety now, squirming around in her chair and crossing and uncrossing her legs. She even considered asking Abbey if she could quickly nip to the loo, but she didn’t want to appear unprofessional and besides, she was being kept busy going from table to table helping the pupils with their work. The lunch bell rang at 12.15pm and the pupils went out into the playground. Abbey had to go and make some copies of some worksheets ready for the afternoon lesson, and while she was gone, Madi tidied up the classroom. She was desperate for a wee now and in the privacy of the empty classroom, she couldn’t help but do a cute little ‘need a wee’ dance, stepping from foot to foot and jiggling as she went around collecting the worksheets that had been completed that morning and making sure they all had names written on them. She crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot as she checked through them, placing them in a neat pile on Abbey’s desk before placing learning resources and printouts on all of the tables around the classroom. Once that was done, she went over to her bag and pulled out her iPhone, sitting down and crossing her legs tightly as she checked her notifications, waiting for Abbey to come back. It was already just past 12.30pm and there were less than 30 minutes of the lunchbreak left. There were still a few worksheets that had to be handed out and she still hadn’t eaten her packed lunch, but more importantly, she was running out of time to go for a wee. She knew that if she didn’t get chance to go before 1pm, she would have to wait until the end of the school day at 3pm. ‘Hurry up Abbey, I really need a wee!’ Madi thought to herself as she sat and waited, uncrossing her legs and shifting uncomfortably in her seat before re-crossing them the opposite way. She didn’t want to leave the classroom unattended to go to the loo and besides, Madi actually had no idea where the staff toilets were. Nobody had pointed them out to her and she hadn’t seen any since arriving at the school that morning. After a couple more minutes, Abbey came back and together they placed the rest of the worksheets on the tables around the classroom. Just as they were finishing, there was a knock on the classroom door and another teacher walked in, followed by a tearful boy from Abbey’s class. The teacher explained that the boy had been playing football and fallen over, and as the boy had a large bump on his head, Abbey decided to go to the office and phone his parents, leaving Madi to stay and look after him in the classroom. She sat next to the boy and consoled him, momentarily putting her own needs to the back of her mind, accepting that she was just going to have to hold on a little bit longer for a loo break. After a few minutes, Abbey returned and said that his mum was on her way to pick him up. They put on their coats and took the boy to the front of the school, staying with him until his mum arrived. Madi stood with her legs tightly crossed, worried that the lunchbreak would soon be coming to an end and she still hadn’t found time to go to the toilet. She really wanted to ask Abbey if she could go, but knew that it wasn’t really an appropriate time to leave and would make her look rather unprofessional. Besides, Abbey probably needed to go just as badly as she did, Madi thought, noticing her crossed legs and tense expression. They had been waiting for a few minutes when they heard the bell ring for the end of lunch, much to Madi’s dismay. Abbey asked her to go back to the classroom and supervise the pupils until she came back, and Madi hurried there quickly, biting her lip. It was now 1pm, 7 hours since she had last had a wee, and her bladder was uncomfortably full. She wondered whether she was going to be able to last for another 2 hours until 3pm, when the bell would finally ring for the end of the school day. At university she had occasionally found herself in a similar state of desperation, after sitting a particularly long exam or attending a series of back-to-back lectures for example. On these occasions she would spend the short bus ride home crossing her legs until she finally reached her house and the comfort of her own bathroom. But spending 20 minutes sitting on a bus with her thighs squeezed together was very different to trying to remain composed and professional for 2 hours of teaching, she thought to herself as she reached the classroom. The pupils were quite hyperactive after coming in from the lunch break, but Madi managed to get them all sat quietly in their seats by the time Abbey returned. The first lesson was science and there was a lot of work to get through. Abbey asked Madi to take the pupils out in small groups into the playground, taking it in turns to measure distances using a trundle wheel. Being outside in the cold wasn’t helping Madi’s predicament at all and as the afternoon wore on, she was beginning to find it incredibly difficult to stand still and keep her composure in front of the children. In fact, one particularly cheeky girl noticed her stepping from foot to foot and asked loudly ‘Miss, do you need a wee?’, making the others in the group laugh and chant ‘Miss needs a wee! Miss needs a wee!’ Madi blushed but laughed it off, saying she was just cold. For the last hour of the school day, the pupils completed worksheets and Madi was kept busy going from table to table to help them, now finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on teaching and really struggling to keep her mind off her very full bladder. She was happy to be back inside the warmth of the classroom now but because she was talking so much, she found she was getting thirsty and kept having to take large gulps from her bottle of water, which only added to her predicament. Several times she considered asking Abbey if it would be possible to quickly nip to the loo but there just wasn’t enough time, and besides, Madi was still keen to make a good impression and not come across as though she was inexperienced or unprofessional. Finally, the clock hit 3pm and the bell rang for the end of the day. As soon as the last child had left the classroom, Abbey sighed. ‘What a hectic day!’ she said, laughing as she picked up her laptop. ‘Right, I’m supposed to be in a meeting now. Thank you so much for your help today, Madi. I’ll see you tomorrow morning!’ Madi just had time to shout a quick ‘See you!’ as Abbey hurried out of the room, leaving her alone in the quiet classroom. She picked up her phone and crossed her legs as she checked the times for her bus home, praying that she was going to have enough time to find the staff toilets and finally go for a wee before leaving. There was one bus scheduled at the stop a short walk from the school in less than 10 minutes time, but the next one wasn’t for another hour afterwards! She bobbed in frustration and bit her lip, thinking quickly about what she was going to do. If she was going to catch the first bus, there was absolutely no time for her to go to the loo, as she had to leave right now. At the same time though, she really didn’t want to have to wait around for another hour for the next bus. She swore under her breath and picked up her bag, walking quickly out of the classroom and across the playground towards the school gates. She knew her bladder must hate her, but it was just going to have to wait until she got home, she thought grimly as she walked to the bus stop. She made it to the stop with a couple of minutes spare, and paced up and down impatiently as she waited for the bus to turn up, occasionally stopping to cross her legs tightly. ‘Hurry uppppp’ she whined under her breath, jiggling a little as she watched anxiously down the road. She was glad that there was nobody else waiting at the stop, as she was making it very obvious that she was absolutely dying to go to the toilet. The bus ended up being a few minutes late, and Madi was even more annoyed now, knowing that she probably would have had time to find the loo and relieve herself before leaving the school. The bus home seemed to take forever, the roads jammed up with school-run traffic. She crossed her legs as tightly as she could and squirmed around in her seat, sighing in frustration every time the bus crawled to a halt in traffic and moaning under her breath every time it went over a speed bump, jolting her very full bladder. She couldn’t remember ever being this desperate for a wee in her life, except for one hot summer visiting Iran when she had been out with her family and was forced to hold in her wee for hours and hours because she refused to use the squat toilets. On that occasion she had barely made it home through the Tehran traffic in time, and she knew that this was going to be a close call too. The traffic was so bad that it was nearly 4pm by the time the bus finally reached her stop. She was squirming, wriggling, fidgeting and bouncing so much in her seat that she must have looked extremely odd, but she really didn’t care. It was almost 10 hours since Madi had last been to the loo, and as she hurried off the bus she knew that she was almost at her limit. She walked quickly up the road to her house, taking short, fast steps, trying to keep her thighs pushed together as much as she could. It was almost as if her very full bladder knew that relief wasn’t far away now, and it was becoming even harder for Madi to hold on. As she got closer to her house she started to run, sprinting up the drive and ringing the doorbell frantically. She stood there doing the ‘need a wee’ dance, hopping from foot to foot and jiggling up and down as she waited impatiently for her mum to answer the door. After a few seconds she rang the bell again and banged loudly on the door. ‘Mum it’s me, please hurry up!’ she shouted through the letter box. Her mum eventually answered the door looking mildly annoyed, telling Madi off in Farsi for being impatient. ‘Sorry mum but I’m desperate for a wee! I haven’t been to the loo all day and I'm genuinely about to wet myself’ she said breathlessly as she rushed past her into the house. Madi threw down her bag, kicked off her shoes and shrugged off her coat before rushing up the stairs, leaving everything in a pile on the floor of the hallway, much to her mum’s annoyance. She rushed into the bathroom, closed the door, frantically tugged her knickers and tights down and threw herself onto the toilet just in time. ‘Oh thank god’ she muttered as she started to pee, her stream hissing loudly against the bowl before trickling down into the water below. She closed her eyes, relief beginning to wash over her. She had been absolutely bursting for a wee for so long, and the feeling of finally being able to relieve her bladder was so good that she couldn’t help but moan under her breath. Her orgasmic wee continued for well over a minute before slowly tapering into a trickle. She sighed loudly, feeling so much better now that her bladder was finally empty. She wiped and flushed the toilet, washed her hands and went back downstairs to tell her mum all about her first day!
  14. This is from last month. I was working from home in this outfit and was in back to back meetings. I wasn’t trying to hold on purpose but by the time I got out of meetings I really had to go. Of course, I did choose to record it and not use the toilet IMG_2393.MOV
  15. Kyla swore under her breath, staring at the red light, willing it to turn to green. She tapped her hands on her thighs in frustration, leaning forwards in the driver’s seat of the fancy company car belonging to the high-end real estate agency she worked for. 'Oh come on, hurry up’ she muttered, before it finally changed and she sped off down the road, only to have to stop once more at yet another set of traffic lights, much to her annoyance. She was running late to an appointment with a very important new client, who she knew only as Mr Jones. Kyla didn’t know very much about him, only that he was a managing partner at a small but successful local law firm, and that he owned an impressive property portfolio which he was looking to expand with some new luxury apartments and newly renovated houses which had come onto the market in the last few days. Kyla was in for a huge commission if she could show Mr Jones a few of the properties and make a sale, but was in danger of losing it altogether if she didn’t get to the appointment ASAP. She squirmed in her seat, staring at the light which was staying stubbornly red. Her lateness wasn’t the only reason for her impatience though. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, moaning softly under her breath, wriggling yet again before the light changed to green and she drove on. Kyla was absolutely bursting to go for a wee. It had been an extremely busy day, and she had been out on appointments since 9am that morning. She hadn’t been able to take a single break, not even for the loo, and she’d had to pee for hours. As it was a warm day she had made sure to stay well hydrated, and the 2 litre bottle of water she had brought with her in the car was now almost empty. She’d also politely accepted several cups of tea and coffee from clients during the day, which she was now really regretting. She turned into the road and pulled up outside the block of brand new luxury apartments, where her first viewing with Mr Jones was scheduled. She glanced at her Apple watch – 4.13pm. She was almost 15 minutes late, not a good first impression. She stepped out of the car, wincing slightly as she felt the waistband of her tights squeezing her very full bladder, locking it and hurrying up to the front door of the apartment building. For a brief moment, Kyla thought that she might actually just have time to run in and quickly use the loo before the viewing, as Mr Jones hadn’t arrived yet. As she was fiddling around with the keys, she heard a car door close and the sound of footsteps walking up the path behind her. She heard a male voice call her name, and she turned around, smiling confidently. ‘Good afternoon, you must be Mr Jones’ she said, looking at the handsome, smartly dressed man walking towards her. ‘How are you?’ she asked, as Mr Jones walked up to her and shook her hand. ‘Fine thank you Kyla, how are you doing?’ he replied, smiling back at her. Kyla noticed him give her an appraising look up and down. Dressed professionally in a patterned blouse from Boohoo, a tight black miniskirt from PLT, black tights and smart black ballet flats, Kyla knew that she looked the part. The attractive 21 year old was used to attention from men, and she was determined to use her natural charm and selling ability to convince Mr Jones to make an offer on one of the properties. If only she could push the pressing, desperate urge to relieve her bladder to the back of her mind, she thought grimly as she crossed her legs as casually as possible. ‘I’m very well, thank you. I must apologise for being a few minutes late, Mr Jones, we’re incredibly busy at the moment and I’ve been back-to-back since 9 o’clock this morning. We’re the number one rated agency in the area, after all.’ She couldn’t help but bob a little on the spot, uncrossing her legs and moving from foot to foot before crossing them again, trying not to make it too obvious that her bladder was uncomfortably full. ‘I’m confident that you’ll be impressed with the properties that I have lined up for you to view this afternoon. As my client, your needs are extremely important to me’. It was a tried and tested line, and it seemed to work. He smiled, glancing down at her crossed legs for a moment before meeting her eye. ‘Sounds good, I’m very much looking forward to it. Shall we go inside?’ she said, and Kyla nodded. ‘Of course’ she replied, unlocking the door and leading him to the lift, pressing the button for the top floor. The brand-new penthouse apartment was beautiful and spacious, and Kyla had a feeling that Mr Jones was quietly impressed. He asked question after question, and she did her best to answer them all, occasionally needing to refer back to her notes. For the most part, she was able to keep her composure despite her increasingly desperate need to use the bathroom, although at one point while showing him one of the bedrooms she realised that she had been pacing around rather a lot, and had to really force herself to stand still, crossing her legs very tightly as she pressed her thighs together. After about 30 minutes, Mr Jones seemed satisfied and asked to move onto the next property. Just before leaving, Kyla glanced at her watch. It was just after 4.45pm. She still had two more properties that she wanted to show Mr Jones, and she was trying to work out just how long she still had to wait before she could finally use the loo back at the office. She probably wasn’t going to be back at the office until well after 6pm, possibly closer to 6.30pm if the traffic was bad or the viewings took longer than expected (which was extremely likely, she thought to herself, given how thorough Mr Jones had been at the first viewing). She had no idea how she was going to hold on that long, given that she was already struggling to stay professional and keep her composure. She looked back into the apartment, staring longingly towards the bathroom. Kyla had never once used the toilet during a property viewing with a client. The agency took pride in their reputation for professionalism and such behaviour would reflect very poorly on them. But she had never had to wait for so long before. She had often arrived back at the office bursting for the loo after hours of viewings, as had many of her colleagues, but she was already far more desperate for a wee than she had ever been before, with two more viewings still to finish with a very thorough and attentive client. For the briefest of moments, she considered asking Mr Jones to excuse her for a minute while she quickly used the bathroom, but she realised that doing so would be extremely unprofessional and she may even find himself in trouble with the head of the agency. No, she would bite her lip and hang on until the viewings were over, no matter how badly she wanted to pee. Kyla locked up and they both headed down in the lift, back to the car. As Mr Jones had been dropped at the property by his assistant, Kyla offered to drive him to the next viewing. The journey took around 15 minutes, most of which was spent sitting in queuing traffic. Kyla tried her best to sit still and not squirm around too much as the car crawled forwards in the queue, chatting politely about the property market in the area, but she was finding it incredibly difficult. If she had been driving on her own, she would have probably spent most of the journey wriggling in her seat and looking out for somewhere on the way where she could run in quickly and use the loo, but with Mr Jones sitting next to her in the front passenger seat, there was absolutely nothing she could do to ease her discomfort. Part of her hoped that he may have even noticed her predicament, especially given what she said earlier about being out on back-to-back viewings all day, and would ask her if she’d like to stop off for a short comfort break. Unfortunately for Kyla, he didn’t mention a break at all, and instead seemed eager to get to the next property. Eventually, they pulled up outside a large, detached house on a private estate. Once again, Mr Jones seemed quietly impressed at the size and splendour of the building, which had been recently renovated to very high standards. They went inside and Kyla took him from room to room, and although she was very knowledgeable about the house, her desperate need to pee was becoming a huge distraction and she kept losing her train of thought, or forgetting certain details such as what material the kitchen worksurfaces were made of. Even just standing still and not dancing on the spot was becoming extremely difficult, and she found herself frequently bouncing up and down on her tiptoes, crossing and uncrossing her legs, or stepping from foot to foot, biting her lip in desperation. They spent quite some time viewing the upstairs bedrooms, of which the house had several. Mr Jones clearly had very high standards and spent a lot of time inspecting the rooms, measuring up for furniture and making notes of his own, much to Kyla’ frustration. A couple of times she had risked bending over with her legs crossed while standing behind him, only to have to quickly straighten up as he turned around to ask her something. Her composure was slipping now and she was beginning to wonder whether she’d be able to hold on until they finally made it back to the office. Showing him the bathrooms, of which the house had several, was incredibly difficult as she was constantly being teased by the sight of the toilet, and several times she almost asked Mr Jones if he wouldn’t mind waiting while she very quickly ‘freshened up’. But she continued holding in her wee, her legs tightly crossed, determined to remain professional despite the almost overwhelming pressure in her bladder. Once Mr Jones was finally satisfied that he had seen everything, they went back downstairs and prepared to leave. Kyla glanced at her watch. The viewing had taken much longer than she was expecting, as it was now almost 6pm. The next property was only just down the road, probably 10 minutes away, but even so, she realised that there was absolutely no way that she was going to make it through the final viewing and back to the office without going for a wee first. She had never had to pee this badly in her entire life, and her bladder felt like it was going to explode. Despite her efforts to remain professional and composed, it was now becoming almost impossible and she genuinely didn’t know how much longer she could last. Besides, wetting herself in front of a very important client (which was quickly becoming a real possibility) would be far more unprofessional than quickly excusing herself to use the bathroom, she thought to herself. Mr Jones stood by the front door, looked expectantly at Kyla. ‘Ready to go?’ he asked with a smile, and she hesitated before replying. She was extremely shy about admitting her predicament, especially to a client, but at that moment she saw no other option. ‘I’m so sorry Mr Jones, I know this is really unprofessional of me, but do you mind if I very quickly go to the loo? I wouldn’t usually go during a viewing, but I’ve been waiting all day, and well… to be honest with you, I’m absolutely desperate.’ She crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot, struggling to keep her composure, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. ‘I don’t mind at all, Kyla. When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go!’ Mr Jones said, a cheeky grin on his face, much to her relief. She had wondered whether he would be annoyed by her lack of professionalism, but in fact, he actually seemed to find her predicament rather amusing. Kyla smiled back, jiggling on the spot. ‘Thank you so much, Mr Jones. I’ll be back shortly. Sorry again.’ She turned and hurried back up the stairs towards the master bathroom, biting her lip. ‘Need a wee, need a wee, need a wee’ she muttered to herself as she hurried inside and shut the door, quickly stepping over to the toilet and opening the lid. She hurriedly unzipped her tight miniskirt, pulling it down to her thighs. She was just about to pull down her tights and knickers when she noticed something odd. The bathroom suite was obviously brand new, having been upgraded as part of the refurbishment, but there was no water in the bottom of the toilet. She tried flushing, and although she heard the clunk of the mechanism, no water appeared. Quickly, she walked over to the sink, her skirt still round her thighs, and tried both taps, but no water came out. She tried the bath taps for good measure, with the same result. She swore under her breath, yanking her skirt back up. Why hadn’t it occurred to her that the water to the property might be switched off? She had been so focused on trying to maintain her composure in front of Mr Jones while excusing herself that she hadn’t even thought about the possibility of not actually being able to pee. She sighed, tucking her blouse into her skirt and zipping it up, biting her lip as she stepped from foot to foot. She had no choice but to try and hold on and finally use the loo at the next property. Kyla left the bathroom and headed back down the stairs, where Mr Jones was waiting for her. ‘Relieved?’ he asked cheekily, and Kyla shook her head. ‘Erm…well… unfortunately not, Mr Jones. The water to the property appears to be turned off, so I couldn’t… erm…’ she trailed off, extremely embarrassed at her predicament. ‘You couldn’t use the loo?’ he asked, sounding surprised. She shook her head again, crossing her legs. ‘Oh no, Kyla… how frustrating’ he said sympathetically, glancing down at her crossed legs for a moment before meeting her eye. ‘Are you going to be OK?’ he asked her, sounding concerned. She nodded. ‘Yes, Mr Jones, I’ll be fine. I can manage until we get to the next property. Thank you for asking, though.’ Kyla knew that she was going to have to run to the loo the moment they arrived, she just hoped that she could wait that long. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far away, but even so, there were some traffic delays due to some roadworks and temporary traffic lights. As they sat in the queue waiting for the lights to change, Kyla was struggling to maintain her composure. In fact, all of her concentration was on making it to the next house without having a very embarrassing wetting accident and totally soaking her skirt, underwear and tights, as well as the car seat. ‘Oh my God, come onnnn’ she muttered as they inched forwards a few feet and then stopped once more, unable to hide her frustration. She jiggled her legs and moaned softly under her breath, placing one hand up high between her thighs and squeezing them together, very tightly. She glanced at Mr Jones, who was looking out at the long queue of the traffic in front of them. He looked over at her, glancing down at her legs for a moment before meeting her gaze, giving her a sympathetic smile. Kyla blushed as she realised that her skirt had ridden up and was revealing rather more of her legs than was appropriate. She removed her hand from between her thighs and wriggled around as she tried to pull her skirt down a bit, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. ‘Nothing worse than traffic when you’re dying for the loo’ he said jokily, filling the awkward silence, and she forced a smiled. ‘Oh God, I know. I do apologise, Mr Jones… this is so unprofessional of me’ she muttered, wriggling around in her seat as she inched the car forward a little more. He shook his head. ‘You don’t have to apologise, Kyla, it’s not your fault. You really should be allowed a loo break when you’re out on appointments all day… when did you last go?’ he asked her. Kyla thought for a moment, slightly taken aback by his directness. ‘Erm… about 6 o’clock this morning, when I woke up’ she answered truthfully. She let go of the steering wheel and squirmed awkwardly in her seat again, trying to move the seatbelt which had been pressing uncomfortably on her very full bladder. ‘Blimey… that’s more than 12 hours ago. No wonder you’re desperate, Kyla’ Mr Jones said as he glanced at his watch, sounding genuinely surprised. He looked up again at the traffic in front of them. ‘I don’t mind if you wanted to stop off somewhere, you know, for a comfort break’ he said helpfully, but Kyla shook her head. ‘Thank you, Mr Jones, but I’m fine to wait until we get to the house, honestly. It shouldn’t be too much longer’ she said, trying to sound relaxed, although there was a noticeable edge to her voice. She had actually already thought about stopping, but she couldn’t think of anywhere suitable close by. The traffic in front of them finally started moving, and she bit her lip as she gripped the steering wheel again and drove on. After a few more frantic minutes, they finally pulled into the private road and parked up outside the house, which was somehow even larger and grander than the previous one they had viewed. They walked quickly up the garden path to the front door, Kyla leading the way. She couldn’t help but cross her legs and bob on the spot as she tried to unlock the door. ‘Come on, come on’ she muttered in frustration, trying several keys before finally finding the right one and opening the door. The house was beautiful and extremely spacious inside, but all Kyla cared about at that precise moment was finally going for a wee. ‘Feel free to look around Mr Jones, I’ll just be a moment’ she said breathlessly. ‘Of course’ he replied, watching as Kyla hurried up the stairs. Kyla hurried across the large landing, accidentally walking into a couple of bedrooms before finally finding the large, luxurious master bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she unzipped her skirt as she rushed towards the toilet, before tugging it down and letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She was finally, at long last, going to be able to pee. She reached down, and opened the lid of the toilet. ‘Oh you have got to be fucking joking’ she muttered, wanting to scream in frustration. Just like in the previous house, the toilet was brand new, but there was no water at all in the bowl. The owners must have turned off the water supply. Poor Kyla was far more desperate than ever before in her entire life, standing in one of the most grand bathrooms she had ever seen with her bladder on the brink of exploding, but there was nowhere for her to wee! Kyla gasped as she felt a sudden spurt of warm pee soak into her knickers, and she quickly bent over and pressed a hand between her legs, letting out a quiet moan of desperation as she pressed her thighs together, clamping down over her fingers like a vice. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to regain control, her heart pounding. It was like her long-suffering bladder had sensed that she was standing right in front of the toilet and was demanding release. After a few seconds, Kyla felt like she was in control again. She slowly straightened up and removed her hand from between her legs, running it gently over her abdomen. Her bladder was so plump and swollen that it was causing the material of her tights to stretch, and made her look several months pregnant. Kyla closed the lid of the toilet and yanked her skirt back up, moaning softly as she felt it compressing her bladder as she fastened the zipper. She had absolutely no choice now but to try and hold on until they were back in the office. Given how thorough Mr Jones had been at the previous viewings, Kyla knew that it was still going to be at least another hour before she could go for a wee. The thought of waiting that long made her want to cry. She could feel the dampness of her knickers between her legs, and she could hardly imagine holding on for another 5 minutes, let alone a whole hour or more. Kyla left the bathroom and walked slowly back downstairs, trying not to jolt her bladder too much. She walked through the large, open-plan living space before reaching the kitchen, where Mr Jones was looking at the appliances and making some notes. ‘So sorry, Mr Jones. We’ll proceed with the viewing now’ she said, her voice slightly strained as she crossed her legs. She was making a monumental effort to maintain control of her bladder. He turned around, smiling as he walked towards her. ‘No problem’ he said brightly, looking around at the wide open kitchen space. Kyla uncrossed her legs and danced from foot to foot as she opened her notebook and flicked through the property notes, biting her lip and jiggling up and down as she struggling to find the right page. ‘Did you not… erm…you know…go for a pee?’ Mr Jones asked awkwardly, clearly noticing that she couldn’t stand still. She felt her cheeks reddening once again as she realised how unprofessionally she was acting. ‘Unfortunately not, Mr Jones. The water supply has been turned off here as well’ she answered quietly, clearly extremely embarrassed at her predicament. ‘Oh god’ he said quietly. She bit her lip again as she stood on one leg for a moment, pressing her thighs together. ‘Are you going to be OK?’ Mr Jones asked her, sounding genuinely concerned. She nodded assertively. ‘Yes, Mr Jones, I’ll be fine. I’ll just have to hang on until we’re back in the office’ she said, as casually as possible, but her voice was trembling slightly with the effort of keeping her muscles clenched. She sighed under her breath and re-crossed her legs as tightly as she could, determined to get through the viewing without an embarrassing accident. Kyla showed Mr Jones the downstairs first, taking him around the kitchen and the numerous sitting rooms. She was barely able to concentrate on her notes now, and almost all of her attention and focus was on holding in her wee. Standing still was almost impossible, and she was unable to disguise her frantic ‘need a wee’ dance as she constantly stumbled over her words or lost her place on the page. At one point, while showing Mr Jones the spacious living room and telling him about the expensive refurbishments, she had felt herself leak into her knickers again as she lost control of her overfull bladder for just one short moment, followed seconds later by a second, longer spurt. Kyla stopped talking abruptly and bent over, crossing her legs tightly and moaning under her breath with the effort to hold on. ‘I’m really sorry, Mr Jones’ she muttered, slowly straightening up after managing to regain control. ‘It’s absolutely fine, Kyla. You must be bursting’ he replied calmly, watching her with concern. Her underwear felt very, very damp now, and she was sure she could feel a dribble of wee slowly teasing its way down her inner thigh, soaking into her tights. After much more desperate squirming, jiggling, dancing and leg crossing, Kyla managed to finish showing Mr Jones the remaining downstairs rooms without any further leaks. It was time to see the upstairs, and she knew that it was going to be incredibly difficult to finish the viewing and make it back to the office without letting any more wee escape from her swollen bladder. She knew that she had no choice but to try, even though her muscles were beginning to tire and her voice was trembling slightly with the effort of waiting. It was now just after 6.30pm, more than 12 and a half hours since she had last had a wee first thing that morning. She thought back to all of the huge mugs of tea and coffee that various clients had made for her throughout the day, as well as all of the water she had gulped down in her car between appointments. She could picture all of that liquid now sitting inside her bladder, stretching it out to the size of a watermelon, and tried not to imagine how incredible it would feel to finally let it all out. They went upstairs and started with the luxurious master bedroom with en-suite bathroom, and Mr Jones spent quite a bit of time taking detailed notes and measurements. Kyla took the opportunity to pace around, occasionally walking back onto the landing in order to bend over and reach under her skirt to hold herself again, crossing her legs tightly and closing her eyes, moaning quietly under her breath in desperation as she willed herself to continue holding on. At one point, she even wandered into the en-suite bathroom and checked the toilet, hoping that there might be some slim chance that there was enough water in the cistern to flush it, but just like the master bathroom, the toilet was brand new with no water in the bowl. Finally, Mr Jones was satisfied and they moved onto the next bedroom. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can, Kyla’ he said quietly, watching her as she crossed her legs again in a vain attempt to stand still. She shook her head. ‘Please, feel free to take as much time as you need, Mr Jones. You’re my client, after all, and I don’t want to rush you’ she replied breathlessly, bobbing and bending forwards slightly in desperation, longing to hold herself again. Mr Jones did seem to be working slightly more quickly than before, perhaps aware that she was now really struggling to hold her bladder, for which she was secretly thankful. After all, she was essentially trapped here with nowhere to pee until he was satisfied that the viewing was over. They continued through the upstairs rooms, viewing several more bedrooms, bathrooms and storage areas. Kyla was really, really struggling to hold on now, and as the minutes ticked by, she was unable to prevent several more leaks of warm pee dribbling into her underwear, no matter how hard she tried. She was finding it harder and harder to regain control each time, and the feeling of the little drops of wee slowly teasing down her inner thighs was not helping her situation at all. She found that standing in the master bathroom was particularly difficult, and she had to stand with her legs very firmly crossed as she described the expensive rainfall shower and jacuzzi bath. She kept casting longing glances towards the toilet, which had not gone unnoticed by Mr Jones, who remarked on how frustrated she must be feeling, standing right next to a toilet that she wasn’t allowed to use. Finally, at long last, they had finished viewing all of the upstairs rooms. ‘I’m sorry Kyla, I know you must be absolutely dying to finish for the day, but could I have a very quick look around the kitchen one more time?’ Mr Jones asked as they walked back downstairs. ‘Of course, Mr Jones. You can take as much time as you need’ she replied, her voice trembling slightly. As they stepped into the kitchen, she glanced at her watch. It was now nearly 7pm, almost 13 hours since her last pee. Kyla was beginning to inwardly panic, now. She was probably only around 15 minutes away from getting back to the office and finally being able to use a toilet, but she genuinely didn’t think she was going to be able to hold on for that long. And besides, how on Earth was she supposed to concentrate on driving in her incredibly desperate state? For a brief moment, she considered asking Mr Jones to excuse her while she ran out onto the garden and relieved herself behind a suitably sized bush. Surely he would be understanding and sympathetic, rather than disgusted? She quickly put aside this idea though, remembering that both the front and back of the property were covered by high-definition security cameras, and she would definitely lose her job if the owners were to check the footage and see her squatting for a wee in their garden. No, she was just going to have to try her hardest to hold on until they were finally back at the office, even if it seemed like an impossible task. She watched as Mr Jones wandered slowly around the kitchen again, before walking back over to her. ‘This really is a fantastic house, Kyla. Thank you for showing it to me’ he said, beaming at her. ‘You’re welcome, Mr Jones’ she said quietly, forcing a smile. At that moment, she felt another few drops of warm pee dribble out into her sodden knickers, quickly followed by several longer spurts. ‘Oh god’ she whispered, frantically crossing her legs and bending over, desperately fighting to get control. ‘Don’t pee… don’t pee… don’t pee’ she thought to herself, closing her eyes for a moment. All thoughts of professionalism were out of the window now. Somehow, with an almost superhuman effort, she managed to clamp off the flow. ‘Oh Kyla… are you alright?’ Mr Jones asked kindly, and she shook her head, not daring to open her eyes. She knew that her knickers and the crotch of her tights were completely drenched now, and several dribbles of pee were trickling slowly down her legs. She felt herself starting to leak yet again, and she knew then that she had reached the limits of her capacity. Her plump, swollen bladder could stretch no more, and was now contracting, forcing her to let go ‘I’m so sorry, Mr Jones... I can’t hold it anymore’ she muttered, defeated, looking down in embarrassment as pee began to gush out of her, pooling inside her knickers before pouring down her legs in a tremendous waterfall, splattering noisily on the tiled floor. Frantically, she kicked off her shoes to save them from getting drenched, sending them flying halfway across the kitchen. She covered her face with her hands in shame, tears forming in her eyes as she continued to wet herself, completely unable to stop the flow. Her black tights were starting to glisten with wetness as they quickly became sodden with urine, and all she could do was watch helplessly through her fingers as a puddle of pee began to grow around her feet. Neither Kyla nor Mr Jones spoke, the only sounds were the hissing and gushing of her wee which continued to pour out of her, soaking into her knickers and tights, and her quiet moans of relief. Finally, after what was only a couple of minutes but felt like an eternity to Kyla, she finished wetting herself. ‘I’m so, so sorry, Mr Jones. I can only apologise for my unprofessionalism’ she said softly, finally finding the courage to look up at him and meet his eye. ‘Oh Kyla, it’s not your fault, there’s really no need for you to apologise. Do you feel better now?’ he asked gently. ‘So much better’ she replied shyly, nodding. She was feeling incredibly, blissfully relieved after enduring an uncomfortably full bladder for so many hours. However, she was also intensely embarrassed, more so than ever before in her life. Her cheeks had turned a deep shade of scarlet, and her mouth had become dry, a faint ringing in her ears. She was totally humiliated and ashamed, and she felt like she was about to cry. She had been so focused on maintaining her professionalism in front of her client, and now here she was in front of him, in the kitchen of a very expensive house, her knickers, tights and the back of her miniskirt completely drenched, standing helplessly in a huge puddle of wee. There was an awkward silence, neither of them knowing what to say. Kyla needed to focus now on cleaning up, the problem was that she couldn’t actually move anywhere without walking a trail of wet footprints through the house. ‘Mr Jones, I have some paper towels and cleaning wipes in the boot of my car, may I possibly ask you to get them for me?’ she asked him shyly, and he nodded. ‘Of course, Kyla’ he replied, his tone business-like. He didn’t seem to be at all disgusted or annoyed by the fact that she had wet herself, and for that, she was grateful. She stepped forwards, her feet splashing noisily in her puddle of pee as she handed him her car keys. While Mr Jones was fetching the things from the car, Kyla took the opportunity to reach underneath her skirt and peel off her dripping wet tights and knickers. She didn’t have a change of clothes, and not wanting to go commando in such a short skirt, she had to wring her sodden knickers out before quickly putting them back on, barely managing to pull them up in time before Mr Jones returned. Fortunately for Kyla, her skirt was mostly dry apart from the back, which had a large damp patch. She did her best to clean up her puddle with the paper towels, using up most of the roll, before cleaning the floor with the wipes. Mr Jones offered to help her, but she was adamant that she would do it herself. After all, she thought to herself, its unprofessional enough that she had wet herself in front of a client, and she certainly wasn’t going to make him help to clean up her puddle. It ended up taking longer than expected to get back to the office due to traffic, and by the time they had parked up and were walking into reception, Kyla was absolutely bursting for a wee again. Embarrassed, she had to quickly excuse herself and literally sprint to the loo which was fortunately close by, much to the amusement of Mr Jones. She only just made it, and she sighed with relief as she threw herself down on the toilet and released, her stream hissing noisily against the bowl. She was peeing for a surprisingly long time, and she guessed that her bladder had been so agonisingly full when she’d wet herself that she hadn’t actually emptied it completely. She took the opportunity to quickly dry her wet knickers under the hand-dryer before returning to Mr Jones, who told her that his assistant was about to arrive to pick him up. He made an appointment with her to view some more properties at the same time the following week, and as they shook hands, they gave each other a knowing smile. Please note, this is a re-write of the original, which featured a male estate agent getting desperate while showing houses to a female client. If you'd like to read the original as well, you can find it here:
  16. Well. Here we are. Let's see how it goes. Gotta work late tonight. I also have to finish that water and that coffee. And I have soup later. Oh. And I think y'all are gonna LOVE todays panties. Wish me luck! InShot_20220216_142537894.mp4
  17. I emailed Tim an update on the candidates and we both agreed that Sid sounded the most likely, though you never really know how someone will be at interview do you? Between us we whittled it down to four hopefuls from over 30 applicants. “Do you think the clients will relate ok to a man? You know as well as I do that it’s predominantly older woman who purchase from us. I don’t know why but I’m a little wary of their reaction to a late twenties male though he has ticked that he’s married so perhaps I’m being a little too hasty. I guess we give him a go and monitor it, assuming the interview goes well. On paper he’s most definitely the best of the bunch though.” I agree to send off the emails to the four we have chosen and check my diary for interview times. I need this person started and trained quickly with planning permission now granted and work due to commence within the next month we should already be selling off plan. Person 1 is a no show. Maybe they didn’t get the email, though I did make sure to get a read receipt? I’ve no time to chase them up sadly. Candidate two was ok, nervous of course, and quiet, and I honestly couldn’t image them alone in a sales office being heard over the building work. Possible, but highly unlikely. Person three was late, not a good start, and already announced she had a holiday booked right at the time I predicted peak sales. How to piss me off right from the offset. Then there was Sid. I’d left him to last for a reason. I figured if he was half as good as his CV I could offer the job then and there. The door knocked confidently. Good start. I looked up from the desk and there she stood. Yes Sid was in fact Sidney and there was absolutely no mistaking her sexuality seeing her in the flesh! Warm looking, safe. Confident but not arrogant. Smiling, striding towards me with an arm out forcing me to look at her hand. Except it wasn’t her hand I was drawn to! Fucking hell there’s seriously no doubting she’s all woman, in every way. Mentally slapping myself and forcing my head to raise back to her face I smile and shake her hand. I reckon I’m more nervous than she is and I can’t ignore the fact that while her answers sound perfect her body language and her clothing and…well her larger than average breasts and shapely figure to be precise, draw me and I know that I’m drooling like a dog on heat even thought I’m trying hard not to. I can’t help it! In my defence I haven’t had sex with anyone since I split with Annie and the DIY way just isn’t the same. She’s got the job. I think I’ll hold back on telling Tim that she’s actually female. He can get a surprise then just as I did. It’s not like he’s planning on coming to the area any time soon anyway. Not unless by some miracle we break company records on sales. The North never does. Can’t really compete with sunny retirement towns like Worthing can we? ——— Sid lives up to my expectations in more ways than 1. I’m still talking strictly work here ok! She’s organised, independent and a great worker. She returns my emails promptly, does an amazing job of making the office look warm, inviting and homely and she’s an instant hit with the old dears. That’s what matters most really here at McCarthy and Stone. We build and sell retirement flats so working and selling to the retired and semi retired is our bread and butter. We’ve still not even finished the show flat when Sid has already sold our first flat! That’s impressive. I am seldom around as much as I’d like though and even when I am on site it’s mainly in my role as area manager to oversee the project management and make sure everything is going well. Sid works in the sales office. I say office but think small detached garage and you’d get a better idea. Carpeted, heated, pot plants and posh seating for the clients type garage but the second these flats all have sold signs up it’ll be back to the basic scooter shed or storage shed within a day. That’s how we work. She has electricity, of course, and broadband, and an area with all she needs to cook and wash basic things. Anything using a kettle or microwave really. Oh and she has an abundance of fresh water from the water cooler. There’s no toilet in the office though. Sid was fine with that. She’d done two years with Persimmon before (poor sod) so knew how this sort of thing worked. She’s free to use the portaloos set up for the builders anytime, well anytime there’s no potential clients in the office that is. Once the first few patrons move in she can, of course, pop over to the flats and use the loos in the communal areas on the ground floor. That won’t be for a good few months yet though in this build. So that was all, I guess, to justify and give some background to the day last week I had reason to spend most of the day in the sales office in Gatesford. I arrived promptly at 9 to find Sid already there making herself a mug of tea and popping something into what looked like a toaster. I never even knew she had one in here! I give the customary morning greeting, transfixed by her bottom as she leans over to butter whatever it is that’s just popped out the toaster. It doesn’t smell much like toast as I step a little closer, anxious to keep a professional distance from her not just because it’s right but because I daren’t allow her to see my upper trousers. Fuck she’s absolutely stunning, especially from behind! I set up my laptop at a table behind where she’s sitting, facing sideways simply for convenience mostly to get the charging lead to fit. I reassure Sid I’m here mostly to check on building progress but that I do need to go through some sales with her later this afternoon. She doesn’t seem put off by my presence which is a huge relief. I spend the morning meeting with the site manager, touring the build so far, checking plans again and again and taking photos for my records. The frame of the building is already in place with retainer walls complete, outside walls built and the building watertight. It’s all, this far at least, going to schedule. I glance over a few times to the office seeing people going in and even notice Sid holding a car door open as one couple leave. At least she’s busy which is great. I pop back into the detached one room building come office at lunch finding Sid back over by the table making more tea and offering me some too. I notice there’s some empty water cooler cups on her desk too. It turns out she’s a genius at tea making too! I open a pack of shop bought sandwiches chatting to Sid while she eats lunch brought from home. She’s made yet another sale this morning. I’m seriously impressed! As she picks up some paperwork from her desk I watch as she stands and walks towards me. Her black high heeled shoes clicking on the carpeted floor, I look down at them then follow up her flesh coloured tights from her shapely calves onto her fitted skirt then to her womanly hips, her vast and glorious breasts accentuated by a tight fitted Lycra and lace trimmed top and finally to her warm and slightly flushed face. She hands me the papers and I turn to lay them on the table hearing her heels clicking again on the floor and assuming she’s walking back to her seat. In fact she’s still standing right behind me as I turn again and smile up to her as I notice her legs are moving hence why her shoes are clicking on the floor. Whilst I haven’t yet looked at the sales sheet I still feel I should comment. “You’re on a roll Sid. The show flat isn’t even built and that’s you sold…what four flats already? That’s seriously brilliant. Well done. You’re a natural.” “I enjoy it. Probably the best job I’ve had I reckon. It’s nice working on my own all day. No-one to steal your thunder if you know what I mean.” “I know exactly what you mean.” “At Persimmon I was scared to leave the office even to pee! It was common for the others to just freely nick your sales sheets and put then through as their own. Such a relief to be out of there I can tell you.” “That’s awful! You haven’t had any hassle from the guys on site here or anything have you? I did ask Dave but he reckons they never see you?” “I prefer to just stay here all shift. Don’t want to risk missing potential clients now do I? And the ground isn’t exactly suitable for these heels either.” I guess I should have realised then how significant that comment was but I never really thought about it. Not until after lunch anyway. ———- After we’ve finished eating and had another cuppa I turn to Sid who is back at her desk and hesitantly ask if she’s been shown how to change the interior designs to each customer’s wishes. She goes quiet which I take as a no, already aware really that I have yet to show her this as I needed confirmation from the project manager as to what he’d sourced for this particular site. I wave Sid over as I load the relevant page onto my laptop. “Best bring your seat over to save you standing.” “It’s fine. I sit most of the day anyway.” Having her stand right beside me, her flesh tights right by my knees and her breasts leaning over my desk I have to steady my breathing just to stay calm. She’s like a goddess but I know I mustn’t act on anything no matter how much I long to. She’s inquisitive and enthusiastic but I notice she has one leg rubbing the other from below the knee and she’s not totally relaxed. “So how do I get onto here when I’m with a client?” I offer to show her how to log into the site by returning to her desk. This time she’s seated and while I talk her through passwords and things I notice she’s moving on her chair, adjusting her skirt and so forth, basically fidgeting around like she’s nervous with me being so close. I’m sweating too which isn’t helping. I have to force myself not to stare at her chest which lures me like it’s a necessity for my very next breath. God she’s beautiful! All woman for sure! She’s a quick learner so when a couple pop in to enquire I return to my own temporary desk at the back and leave her to work her magic. It helps to hide my embarrassing erection too thankfully! Listening to her talking, building up an instant rapport with the couple, even laughing naturally I have to press on my thigh to push my growing excitement away. This isn’t good…well it’s very good but you know what I mean! It’s her shoes I keep hearing even though I’m deliberately not looking. The clicking on the carpet and the quiet rubbing against her tights. I have to see her as I walk to the printer but I regret it instantly. She on her chair, tightly crossed legged, one arm wrapped around her top knee, leaning forward on her chair, sounding professional but actually looking quite uncomfortable. As I take my printout back to my desk I notice my empty mug and decide to move it to make more room for my papers. As I walk over to the sink I notice the amount of dirty mugs, glance back at Sid and suddenly have this crazy thought: is she needing the ladies? That thought consumes me as I hear a chair move on the carpet and automatically turn thinking the couple are leaving. In fact they are still very much there but it’s Sid’s chair I can hear as she appears to be restless and all over the place. She looks stressed and uncomfortable and I feel drawn to check she’s ok. Like she suddenly senses my concern she mutters my name and I instantly head over, standing beside her as she sits and looking at her screen. My eyes can’t help but notice how she’s sitting with one hand pushing on the top of her skirt and the other on the keyboard as she wriggles on her seat as if it’s suddenly made of lava and burning her bottom. I see her issue right away as she’s mistakenly put a capital letter in the password when it’s all lowercase. I then look at the couple and apologise as I notice the wife checking her watch. “That’s you Sid. Anything else I can help you with?” I’m now convinced she’s really needing a break for the loo so kind of wonder if she’ll excuse herself to the portaloo and let me help the couple for a few minutes. Instead the older lady stands up and tugs at her husband. “I really must apologise. We have a grandson to pick up from school and unfortunately I hadn’t noticed the time there. We are still interested though if you could call and book us an appointment to talk about the finer details soon. Sorry again.” As they leave I look at Sid, getting full eye contact for the first time all day which instantly sets my heart racing. “Hope that wasn’t me coming over that caused their suddenly disappearing act”, I joke. Sid smiles. “Probably more my very unprofessional fidgeting around. I’m never like this honestly Mr Brown!” “It’s fine Sid. My presence appears to make a lot of people nervous unfortunately. I’m not scary really though. Honestly.” “It’s not you.” I hear her mutter quietly. “Too much tea to blame. Definitely not you.” Well if ever I was in doubt I have it confirmed for sure now. As gorgeous as she is though I’m not going to be responsible for anything untoward. That I can leave safely in my imagination as always. “I can stay here if you’re needing a comfort break. It’s not a problem.” That’s when she turns on her seat, her hand still pressing on the top of her skirt, her legs anything but still. “You know I’ve never actually used that portaloo once since I started. Just the thought of it puts me off.” “You haven’t once been to the toilet in all your time here?” The words are out before I can even stop myself. The very thought of that drives me sexually crazy with arousal but I have to hold back. It’s grossly unprofessional for starters and bordering on harassment. But fuck I’m so horny it’s getting harder and harder to hide it! I have to turn so she can’t see my front as I face my laptop sweating. “I just sort of imagined it being…you know..smelly, dirty, muddy. I don’t know. I’ve never actually used any portaloo at all to be honest. I’ll just wait until I get home like I always do. I’ll be fine.” It seems insensitive and wrong to say any more so I nod and sit down to force myself to work again. It’s pretty futile though as I keep hearing those shoes again, and now the noise of her fidgeting on her chair and tiny, almost unnoticeable, gasps that send shivers right through me. I mustn’t look at her but I can’t help myself as I turn hoping she doesn’t notice as I watch her from behind as she bounces in her seat typing. God people like me would happily pay to watch this! It’s like gold dust and here I am actually in the very room experiencing it first hand! I can tell you it’s way way better than I ever imagined. Fucking amazing to be honest! My eyes are blurry, my head consumed with thoughts I shouldn’t be having but which have overridden my sense of self control and professionalism. I’ve been sitting here hard for so long my dick is aching for release. I feel I should say something, help her, ease my conscience as much as possible. It’s at least twenty minutes now since she commented about waiting but from the noises I can hear behind me, the huffing and clicking of high heels and the heavy breathing (which might actually be my own) she’s clearly very bursting. I turn my laptop off and pack it away as I stand up and walk towards the door of the office looking right at Sid. “I’m heading away now. Look it’s fine if you want to go a bit early. You’ve more than earned it. I can even walk you to the portaloo if you’d like. I hope you don’t mind me saying but you look…” “Oh Mr Brown that’s ever so sweet of you. I think I will take you up on that offer if that’s ok. I’ll make up the extra half hour tomorrow for you. I really can’t concentrate to be honest anyway.” Of course I assume she’s meaning me walking her to the portaloo so I hang around waiting while she tidies up and turns off her computer. I can’t help but sneakily glance at her dancing and leaning on her desk, her very ample breasts bouncing around as her body twists and bounces. I’m getting even harder now so I open the glass door and step outside to wait though for some reason it doesn’t fully shut and I can hear Sid moaning as she does her final checks. “Shouldn’t have had so much tea. God I’m so bursting!” I bite my lip and push my laptop bag over the front of my crotch. I so badly need to cum but right now that’s totally out of the question. I’ll save that for the hotel room I’m going to very shortly. It really can’t come quick enough! Sid comes out turning to lock the door and dancing from foot to foot on those amazing high heels of hers. “Oh sorry Mr Brown. I thought you’d already gone.” I’m flustered and longing to kiss this girl so much. But I mustn’t. I absolutely mustn’t. “Sorry. Sorry. I thought you said you wanted me to show you where the portaloo is…I…I…” Her body is moving fast in such contrast to her timid slow speech. Looking down at my feet she whispers breathlessly. “Is it..is it clean?” “It was when I used it this morning.” “I am really desperate but I just don’t know.” “Do you live far?” “Not far thankfully. Just a couple of miles. Just before the industrial estate. Hopefully the bus will be here shortly. I’ll just wait and go at home. I’ll be fine. Thanks for offering though.” “Would it help if I dropped you home? I’m going that way anyway. I’m in the Hilton in the estate.” “Only if you’re sure.” ————- What was I fucking thinking? As Sid steps into the front passenger seat of my Audi I take a snapshot with my eyes knowing this very image will carry me sexually to climax and beyond. Sid steps in gracefully immediately sitting right back in the seat and tensing her back leaning forwards. “This is very kind of you Mr. Brown. Thank you.” “It’s no problem Sid. Honestly. I am going this way anyway. Just tell me directions as we go. I assume it’s left out of here to begin with.” “Yes. Yes that’s right.” I turn out of the building site and onto the main road hearing my own heart beat loudly in my ears. My hands are sweating on the steering wheel and my thighs are shaking.,I hope beyond hope that she can’t see my erection in my dark work suit trousers. The last thing I need right now is any accusations made against me! “Thank you so much for this. I would have struggled waiting on the bus.” “Mmm” What must I sound like? There’s so much I want to say to that. So much I want her to elaborate on but I just can’t ask. In fact if she said too much I might make my trousers warm even whilst driving! It’s the sounds that are still doing it to me. Her thighs rubbing together, her shoes clicking against each other, her small whimpers under her breath. “It’s left at the lights thanks.’ I stop at the red light and can’t help but glance over at her. Her face is flushed and her hair damp at the face, her lips taut and her forehead creased. I swallow hard and dare to comment. “You must need to go so badly after all that tea.” “Oh you have no idea! I feel like I might explode any minute here! Come on lights! After you pass the Maiden Head pud it’s first right after that. Just drop me there if that’s ok and I’ll be fine. Thanks so much for this.” I follow her directions but just as she says I can pull in I genuinely can’t find anywhere to do so that’s safe. I’m sure Sid can see this too as she sighs quietly and suggests I pull into the bus stop. “I know you’re not meant to but I’ll jump out quick. Thanks again. Have a good night.” I do exactly as she says and indicate to pull into the bus stop keeping my hazard lights on just in case. Sid opens the passenger door and leans out with one leg turning to talk quietly to me and pulling the door back slightly for privacy. “I hope your seat is ok. I’m afraid I leaked a little on the journey here. I’m ever so sorry. Please let me know if you want me to pay to get the seat cleaned. I really need to go. God I’m dying for the loo so much!” I sit there with my heart beating, my hands sweating, my face flushed and my mouth open. As I watch her waddle down the street out of sight squeezing her thighs together and hearing those amazing high heels clicking on the pavement I slip my left hand over to the seat she’s just left. It’s warm, and a little damp. It’s all I can do to hold off until I get into my hotel room! The second I walk in that door I flop onto the bed, sliding my shoes and trousers off and close my eyes to replay my entire day from lunchtime onwards stroking and fondling myself and desperately trying to hold off exploding until I have revelled in every last detail of Sid’s spectacular squirming. Minutes after I climax my phone beeps with an email. “Mr Brown, Thanks ever so much for the ride home and I am truly sorry if your seat got a little damp. I must hold back on the tea! Anyway, as I said if you wish to get the seat cleaned I am happy to pay. Next time you are in the sales office I should really get you to show me that portaloo. My husband wasn’t at all impressed at the state I arrived home in! Thanks again for the lift, Sidney Matthews.” There’s no way she’s paying a penny to clean that seat. It was only a little damp and more than worth it anyway. At the rate she’s selling our flats I reckon I’ll be back it’s Gatesford very soon. Hopefully before the show flat and communicate areas are built so I can take her up on that offer to show her the portaloo. Until then the thought that she’s going all day without peeing has me rock hard…again! Room service again tonight it is! ——————
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