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  1. Hi everyone. This is my first official post on here. I have been dabbling around for a long time and I wanted to get into a fictional wetting and messing series. I know that some of you may not be the biggest messing fans but I will let you know when those parts will come up. This is all fictional. Small parts may be from real life scenarios I have had but all names will be made up. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: Introduction Rachel was a 19 year old girl enjoying her summer off between her freshman and sophomore years of college. Rachel went to school in the same state she grew up in and lived a little over an hour away. She was home for the summer, taking an online class two days a week, and working a part time job. She grew up in a well-off family, so she didn’t necessarily need to work her part time job, but she did anyways because she got to work with her best friend Jessica. Rachel was an average girl. 5’4”, 130 pounds, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, with an average build. 34C was her bra size and had the perfect booty, both in shape and size, and often referenced as peach emoji, especially in a bikini or bathing suit. Rachel was a swimmer, so she was always at the pool. Her best friend Jessica was similar height 5’3” and weighed about 145 pounds. She was a little bigger than Rachel but not by much. She had light brown, almost red hair, hazel eyes, and had 36D size boobs. Jessica was a 3 sport athlete in high school, playing Soccer in the fall, Swimming during the winter, and softball in the spring. Though they both graduated in the same year, their birthdays were nearly an entire year apart. Rachel’s birthday was in early September, (September 7) so she was one of the first ones to celebrate her birthday. Jess on the other had, had a late August birthday. August 31 to be exact. Rachel and Jess became best friends by coincidence in middle school. Rachel had just moved to the small rural school a week before the start of 8th grade. Rachel was used to the hustle and bustle of Philadelphia. But here in rural Pennsylvania, was completely different. Rachel’s family moved into a decent size house in a moderately new neighborhood between Harrisburg and Philly. Rachel’s house was right on the edge of the new plan. Jessica’s house was in the older plan that sat along a main road that lead into town. To some it up, their backyards met together. Rachel and Jess both work at the local mall, which was about 15 minutes away. They worked in a popular shoe store and often saw their classmates stop in for the latest pair of shoes. At their job, they get to wear any sports jersey they want whether it is basketball, football, baseball, hockey, soccer, collegiate team, etc… and black leggings and shoes. 90% of the time, the girls would just find a pair of shoes they liked and wear them around the store while they were on the clock. On this particular late May day, Jessica was wearing a Phillies jersey, black and red J’s, solid black PINK brand leggings and a pink no show PINK brand thong underneath. If Jessica was wearing leggings, there was a 99% chance she was wearing a thong. Rachel on the other hand, wasn’t the biggest fan of thongs. She liked more traditional undies: cheekies and bikinis. Today, Rachel was wearing her best friends college soccer jersey, a pair of her own shoes, black Chuck Taylors, and a pair of black camo leggings from Gym Shark and light blue no-show cheeky panties from Aerie with a little bit of lace around the hip. Unfortunately for the girls, the restroom they had in the back of their store wasn’t working properly and the mall management locked the door and put a sign out it stating “OUT OF ORDER” in red and white lettering. Both Jessica and Rachel had decently strong bladders, but working for 8 1/2 hours, and being tempted by the Starbucks location next door, the girls usually had to pee at least twice during their shift. The only issue now is that the only other bathroom they had access to was the main mall bathroom, and that was located on the complete other side of the first floor of the mall. Both Rach and Jess started at 9 AM and would be off at 5:30 PM, each getting a half an hour lunch between 12:30 and 2, whenever they wanted to go. Rach thought “if I play my cards right, I’ll be able to pee before we open the store at 9:30, again during my lunch break, and before I leave to drive home.” Rachel and Jess both rode to work together today in Jessica’s car. She drives an older, silver Honda suv. Most of Jessica’s dashboard lights were on, but she ignored them because her car ran fine, especially for having nearly 250,000 miles on it. As the girls arrived at the mall entrance, Jess said “hey girl, we should go potty before we go to work. You know the bathroom is still down” “yeah that sounds like a good idea. I forgot to pee this morning before I left anyways” replied Rachel. So the girls both used the restroom as soon as they walked in and then headed to the store. It was a relatively slow day at the store, so the girls took turns running next door for Starbucks. Within an hour, Jessica could feel her bladder reaching capacity. Jess said “man I really wish they would fix our bathroom because this Starbucks is going right through me!” Jess laughed and Rachel responded “ewwww Jess I don’t need to know about your need to poop!” “I don’t have to poop silly! I have to pee though! I’m gonna try to hold it until 12:30 and go during my lunch break.” She looked down at her exercise watch and it read 11:57. 32 more minutes plus the 5 minute walk across the mall and she was able to finally pee. As time ticked past slowly and only 1 pair of shoes being sold, the time had finally came for Jess to go to lunch and take a Pee. Jess clocked out and made her way through the mall. She had to pee really bad and didn’t notice but her panties were a little wet. Not from being turned on, but from little unintentional leaks she had while at worked. As she walk into the bathroom stall and pulled down her pants and panties, she saw how wet her panties were. So wet infact they were noticeably darker. Jess was prone to a little leak here or there, but she hadn’t noticed it to be this bad before. Jess emptied her bladder on the toilet as she inspected her wet thong. She was no stranger to peeing herself, however, she was usually in her swimsuit. Jess had liked the feeling of being able to pee wherever she wanted in her swim wear whether it be on the pool deck at swim meets, in the pool during practice or at the end of her event, sun bathing in the backyard, or even sitting on the toilet before or after practice. There were times where her best friend Rachel even caught her peeing in her swimsuit and would make comments like “why not just Pee in the pool” or “just pull it to the side like a normal person would while they are on the toilet”. But Jess had never dared to purposefully pee in her underwear before, but seeing her leakage, she considered the possibility of trying it… alright that’s the end of Chapter 1. I really hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for following parts. Feel free to comment what you would like to see or any suggestions you may have!
  2. Burstin

    Desperate Cashier

    Today at work was busy, not just normal busy, crazy busy! I had been running around all morning from department to department to try and keep things moving. I knew I needed a wee but there was literally no opportunity for me to go, the entire situation got much worse when someone called in sick. As a manager it is my job to fill in if this happens, so I dutifully took my place on the till while another manager headed off to try and arrange some cover. The second I stood still at the till I realised how desperately I needed the loo, it was bearable when moving around but standing still it quickly became apparent that my bladder was way fuller than I had had time to realise! I was distracted and uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do, cover would be arranged shortly so I had to try and ride it out as best as I could. Most of all I had to try and hide my desperation from the customers, which was a little difficult since I was fairly fidgety. An hour later my fidgeting had escalated to an inability to stay still, I needed to go so badly that it was all I could think about. The discomfort had given way to painful cramps and my bladder was now so distended that it was impossible to ignore. My legs were crossed and my foot constantly shook and tapped on the floor as I fought the urge to let go with all my might, I made mistakes, typed in wrong items and had to really concentrate on counting out the correct change. I radioed my colleague “Any news on some till cover?” his reply wasn’t what I wanted to hear “I haven’t even had chance to look at it yet I’m on a department myself!” I groaned inwardly as a customer approached and I forced a smile. 15 minutes later I could barely manage to hold on, “Hey, have you managed to find any cover yet? Or could someone just cover me for 5 minutes for a code 1” code 1 was our way of saying toilet break without the entire shop hearing… I waited for a response while I served another customer, legs firmly crossed, thighs squeezed together, searing pain ripping through my oh so swollen bladder and no idea of when I was likely to lose control. I slipped off my suit jacket, I was boiling hot and could feel that my cheeks were flushed red. “Are you okay? You don’t look very well?” the customer observed, “I’m fine thanks, just a little warm” I replied with an attempted smile as I bent forward slightly to try and ease the pain of a particularly powerful cramp. “It’s okay, I get them too” she whispered, leaning forwards. “I’m sorry?” I enquired, groaning a little as the words stuck in my throat, I was struggling to breathe without causing extra pressure. “Period pains…” she whispered “… I can tell by the way you’re bending forwards and look so uncomfortable, you should try something warm, it really helps” she continued sympathetically. “Oh, erm, no, I… I mean, I mean yes, yes thanks, I will, erm, I will definitely try that, thanks!” I stuttered, not wanting to share the real reason for my discomfort, not really wanting to even talk, barely able to string a sentence together through desperation but at the same time trying desperately not to be rude. Finally she moved on, I gripped the counter with both hands before leaning forward and placing one hand on my rock hard bladder, I breathed in and out slowly in an attempt to keep myself calm and prevent myself from panicking. I really was about to wet myself, “Any chance of cover for an urgent code 1!” I repeated over the radio, “I’ll get to you as soon as I can” came the response, I winced and crossed my legs as tight as I could manage. I could feel my knickers becoming damp and knew I was in danger of losing control completely any time soon, I was on the absolute edge of my limits. The mornings water consumption of well over 2 litres to curb the hunger pains of not having time for lunch had caught up with me... My usually fairly loose skirt felt tight, the added pressure of the fabric wasn’t helping but there was nothing I could do other than undress completely, which wasn’t an option! Another hour passed, customer after customer just kept coming, I stood barely able to move with my legs firmly crossed, I couldn’t leave the tills full of cash anyway even if there were no customers but at least I could use the privacy to hold myself a little or at least move around and pee dance! “Ohhh God!” I leant forward, one hand on my bladder the other steadying myself on the counter as an enormous, agonisingly painful wave of desperation surged across my bladder, forcing a small squirt of pee to escape. I lifted my knee up to tighten the grip of my thighs, it hurt so bad, I had a customer so despite my agony and the fact that I could barely stand I managed to muddle through. She was incredibly talkative, I managed to get my responses out through gritted teeth and remain polite but I was glad to see her go. The next customer was a little more demanding, lots of questions which needed long winded answers, midway through serving her I really thought I was going to wet myself. I stood frozen to the spot, nodding and smiling all the time knowing I was on the absolute verge of soaking myself and the floor, I could barely breathe, I had resigned myself to the fact that I was unlikely to get any cover and that I was quite possibly going to wet myself, I had to just figure out how to make it happen quietly and without anyone noticing. However If I could just make someone understand my plight there was the tiniest chance that I might just about be able to make it. After 45 minutes longer I knew there was no way I would ever make it to the toilet now, however I decided to try one last radio call just in case I managed to find enough control to make a break for it “Is there ANYONE free for an URGENT code ONE on the tills PLEASE!!” I said, as loudly as I could manage. “I’m sorry, no can do, you need to hold on” came the response after what felt like an eternity, I smiled at the customer who was still deliberating her purchase, she had been away and come back but was as demanding as ever. I was going to wet myself, I had to think quickly “I’ve been holding on for hours, I can’t hold on ANY longer, it really is URGENT!!” I replied, trying to labour my point without sounding woefully desperate, which was difficult since I really was frantic! I smiled again at the customer, oh God why wouldn’t she go away?! I was desperate to hold myself, or lean forward or do absolutely anything that would ease my suffering, I didn’t even care if I wet myself as long as the pain ceased and I was able to concentrate. It hurt SO much that ANYTHING would be better than suffering the pain, I contemplated just running off to the loo however that was no longer an option, the moment I moved I would not be able to hold on, the paper thin seal I was maintaining purely by tensing my aching lips and squeezing my thighs til they burned would not remain if I opened my legs even slightly, so it had to happen here and it had to happen now… Quickly, before I burst completely! “Oh, I’ve just dropped my bank card down the back of the till here!” the woman exclaimed pointing down a small slot behind the till that I hadn’t even realised existed. “Can you get it, it should be on the floor under the till?” she added, uh-oh, this meant bending down… I knew this was it, I couldn’t hold it any longer and bending down would definitely be more pressure than I could endure. I leaned back and looked down, oh God I swear my bladder was about to explode, sure enough there was her card right at the back underneath the till on the floor. “Oh it’s right at the back…” I gasped, the pain was insufferable, “I will have to get right underneath to get it!” I replied, I had to go, I simply could not hold it ANY longer it was beginning to escape and I was starting to wet myself. “Bear with me!” I said, there was a queue of about 8 or 9 people, and a long counter with 3 more tills between me and them… It was a fully enclosed counter so I knew that when I bent down nobody would be able to see me. I quickly moved the metal waste paper bin under the till and tipped out the paper, in one swift movement I lifted my skirt and bent into a squat position, the moment I bent my knees my bladder exploded and pee squirted out all over the carpeted floor, all down my leg and onto my foot, I was soaked however I managed to quickly position myself above the bin and let rip without even attempting to hold back! It could clearly be heard hitting the metal bin but I didn’t even care, it was ecstasy! Pure, unadulterated ecstasy! “Have you go it?” the woman enquired. “I can’t quite reach it, hold on I won’t be a moment” I replied, I tried my hardest to stop the flow, but it was futile, I had needed it too badly and there was no way I would be able to stop even if my life depended on it, if fact even if I was on fire I would not have been able to stop, although I’m fairly sure that the speed and strength of my flow would extinguish even the fiercest fire. I resigned myself to this fact and pushed as hard as I could to be able to finish quickly, eventually I was done, oh God it felt so good, in fact I had never felt so utterly relieved after a wee! “Ahh, I think I’ve got it!” I exclaimed as I crawled out from under the till… “It was caught up under some wires” I pretended to dust it off and handed it to her, she seemed none the wiser about my little indiscretion so I felt less embarrassed. However a queue of over 15 people was now building! I enjoyed being able to stand upright without pain, I had forgotten how comfortable an empty bladder could be! “Someone’s on their way for that code 1 now!” the radio chirped, I smiled to myself, I didn’t reply, instead I waited until the person arrived to cover me, helped them clear the queue then pretended I was still desperate as I walked across the Salesfloor with my bin full of wee. I disappeared into the toilets having grabbed a measuring container off the shelf on the way past… When safely inside the cubicle I sat down and finished off my wee, I’m not sure whether I hadn’t finished or had just accumulated more! Then set about measuring, 2700ml, not bad… Particularly since I’d managed to hold it at my absolute limit for more than 3 hours and since my foot, leg and the carpet beneath the till took a soaking too! No wonder I was bursting!
  3. This is a situation that happened to me a few months ago. I was attending a family gathering at a house one Friday evening and decided just to go straight from work. I left work around 6pm and had a short drive to my destination. I was wearing smart black trousers, a pink shirt, tie and black shoes. I wasn’t planning on staying long so I didn’t bother with a change of clothes. As I was driving I was wishing I’d went to the toilet before leaving, it wasn’t urgent but I didn’t want to have to excuse myself when I got there. I arrived about 6:30 and said hello to everyone. There were still a few more people to arrive so I grabbed a Diet Coke and went to sit with some friends and family. Another 30 minutes had passed and I was starting to feel a bit desperate. It didn’t help my belt was pushing against my bladder. I was sitting round the back of the table so I didn’t want to have to push past. I continued to have a few more drinks and after another hour I was bursting to go. I had a few things to eat too that didn’t agree with my stomach which started to make matters worse. I had agreed to give Kelly (a family friend) a lift home as she got the bus from work and didn’t want to get the bus home. Kelly was in her late 20’s and was wearing a pencil skirt, tights and a white top. I decided I would just hold it and head home as I didn’t want to be in the toilet for a while and I knew I had to take a small detour to drop Kelly off. I got up and said goodbye to everyone and we both made our way to the car. As I sat in the car, Kelly said ‘I thought you would’ve stayed later.’ She obviously didn’t want to leave at this time. I said ‘Sorry Kelly, I’m just quite tired and I’m actually bursting for the toilet’ she replied ‘I need to go too, I was just about to go when you rushed me away’ I told her I’d been desperate to go all night but I’d rather just go at home. She just laughed and said ‘that wasn’t a good idea’. We were about 5 minutes from Kelly’s house and was really cornered I wouldn’t make it. By this point I was desperate to shit too and my stomach was feeling very bubbly, adding to the fact I was already bursting for a piss. Kelly could see my feeling very uncomfortable and said ‘you can go in my house, I don’t mind.’ I said thank you as by this point I knew I wouldn’t make it home. Kelly didn’t say much about her need to go and she even let me go ahead of her when we got to her house. I pulled up outside her house and we both rushed to her door. I quickly ran to the toilet and both ends exploded. It was such a relief. She then went in after me and we both had a laugh about it after.
  4. Hey everyone! I work retail, and I'm by myself at work for the next hour and 20 minutes. I already feel the urge to go, but I'm going to try to hold until 3! I have a full bottle of water and a full bottle of Coke, and I'm probably going to try to drain them. Here's hoping I don't have an accident at work lol
  5. Another day, another dollar. I pulled a 13 hour white collar day yesterday and when I work like THAT ( this will be my schedule for the next week or so) , I need a release SO bad. I masturbated on phone calls all day yesterday. It was amazing. I'd let my bladder get full and lie in the bean bag chair in this big empty office with just me in it. My feet up on the window sill, legs wide, rubbing my clit while trying not to wet myself IN the office. Nobody has been here since March 2020 but I still don't need to soil the shite wall to wall carpeting, ya know? So... As y'all know I went to a wedding on Sunday night. Look back in my posts for the interactive adventure THAT was. But I was away on a family holiday for 10 days prior to that and had no idea what I was going to wear to this wedding and only had 1 day home to figure it out. I had Amazon drop off six pairs of shoes, three pocketbooks, and a dozen pieces of jewelry while I was gone. I only kept one pair of shoes, one pocketbook, and half the jewelry. So yesterday after my very long work day I had to package up all the returns and find a way to get them to the UPS drop box outside the building next door to mine. It isn't a long walk but it's too far for me to waddle out with a dozen packages at once. So I took 3 trips from my desk to my car and then drove them over to the UPS box. ( Ps- I'm not into messing but I can't help but think there is some sort of great "what can brown do for YOU?" joke to be made there ). Well...I had been holding since about 3pm . After I felt the urge to pee a little I threw 1.5 more L of water on top of that and then struggled BIG time to get my work done. But, at some point, my body just kinda clenched up and ignored that and let me work. DOES ANYBODY ELSE HAVE THAT HAPPEN? ?? So as I was running the packages from my car to the drop box my bladder made it's presence known again. BIG TIME! I felt a tiny leak or two in my panties and knew I was in trouble. "It's ok", I thought. "I'll just pop back into MY building" before continuing home on my 12 minute commute. No dice boys and girls. The building is empty at that hour. The cleaning porters have gone home and while there is one security guard in the building he leaves before I do and I could never find him in an emergency if my life depended on it. For this reason, as well as my obsession with true Crime podcasts, I have a pink can of Mace in my purse and use a Kubotan as a key chain. So while it's a lil creepy it's well lit and I'd be locked in and safe. But my fob for the exterior door wouldn't work. I didn't know why. I have the security clearance. Today I remembered we had a power outage yesterday as we are now catching the tail end of Ida. Most of the time when we have a power outage your key card needs to be reset. I got that done this morning but I was shit out of luck last night. My usual cursing and sounds are kind of drowned out by the Def Leppard. Sorry about that guys but I had almost no battery left on my phone and so I was at the mercy of actual radio stations. LOL. I bet some of y'all on here so young you don't even know what those are . Awwwwww Oh, and then at the very end...I simultaneously died and felt my pussy flood. What a strange melange of emotions. Anyhoosie. Enjoy 20210831212744655.mp4
  6. So normally I don't try to make my self desperate while at work, I usually go whenever I start to get the urge but today I decided I would see how long I could make it while still drinking water throughout the day. I decided to have my morning pee at 6am. In the morning I had my usual coffee and a drink of juice, so a total of about 500ml. Then at work at around 10:30 I started my bottle of water and finished it at about 11:15 (about another 500ml). I think I must have drank it too fast because by 12 I really needed to go I didn't want to wait any longer so went to the toilet. I felt disappointed in myself for only making it to midday, so I decided to see if I could drink more water in the afternoon and make it until I got home. At 1pm I refilled my water bottle and drank it over the next hour or so. Then I refilled it again at about 3pm and drank that too. So that was a total of one litre in the afternoon. By 4pm I needed the toilet pretty bad, I normally leave work at 4:30pm and have to wait until 4:55 for the next bus. I was getting pretty desperate so I left work a few mins early and got the 4:25 luckily it was on time. When I was at the bus stop I was really desperate and almost went back to work to use the toilet but decided I should be able to make it home. On the bus I was getting more and more desperate. Bouncing up and down on the bus didn't help and I remember thinking to myself "I won't ever do this again". Every time the bus slowed down or had to stop I got more and more frustrated. My desperation growing every minute I was on the bus. I eventually made it to my stop, thankfully the traffic wasn't too bad and got off the bus. I started to walk home (about a 15 minute walk). I have to cut through a park and normally walk along the path but decided to cut across the grass to cut a couple of minutes off the walk as I was now on the verge of wetting myself. I made it through the park and then there's a busy road to cross, luckily a bus was holding up the traffic so I quickly crossed. So at this point it's about a seven minute walk home and about a minute later I crossed another road, I stepped up onto the path and immediately started peeing for about 5 seconds or so while still walking. I then managed to get control of my bladder again, luckily I had thick black jeans on and thermals which I think managed to absorb my pee. I only had to walk past one person on my way home, a woman walking her dog, and I don't think she could see what I had done. When I finally got home I was quite desperate still so went to the toilet and threw my clothes in the wash. This was the first time I have tested to see how long I can hold it in public. It seems I can drink a litre of water before I become desperate which doesn't seem very much. I might try it again tomorrow, today might just be an off day. Anyway just though I would share today's experience with everyone.
  7. This is a true account of an experience I had recently, only the names have been changed. A couple of weeks ago I attended a ‘team get together’ with my work colleagues, held at a large conference venue. Rather than drive and face the morning rush hour traffic, I decided to take the train. I arrived at the venue at around 9am and enjoyed chatting with colleagues, some who I hadn’t seen since before the pandemic, and others I was meeting for the first time. One of those I met for the first time was a new joiner to my team, a petite and attractive Chinese lady in her mid 20s who I’ll call Xueying for the sake of anonymity. She seemed quite shy at first, but was very friendly and polite as we chatted, and I learned that she was a recent university graduate and had recently moved to the UK as part of her graduate training scheme with the company. The meeting was scheduled to last all morning, with various team-building activities and updates from the managers who had travelled from the German headquarters to be there. There was free tea, coffee, juice and water on offer and I helped myself to several drinks, and I noticed that Xueying did the same. My bladder began to fill gradually over the morning and by around 11am I was starting to need to pee fairly badly, hoping that a short comfort break would be offered, but none came. Instead, we were moving around from table to table in small groups, introducing ourselves to the various visiting managers and asking them questions. This activity lasted until around midday, by which time I was bursting to go. We had 5 minutes in which to put together a short presentation in our groups to explain to everyone something interesting we had discussed with each manager, although I noticed that a few colleagues took the opportunity to dash out of the room to find a toilet. One rather frantic, red-faced woman practically sprinted out of the room at this point, almost running into someone in the doorway in her haste to get to a loo! Unfortunately for me, I didn’t get chance for a loo break, as I was working with a colleague on the presentation. I noticed that Xueying, who was sitting at the next table, didn’t leave the room either. She was sitting with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot, and I had seen her glance towards the door a couple of times. Like me, she was probably needing to pee rather badly by now, but probably felt it would be rude to excuse herself during a task. After a few minutes, each group started to give their presentations, which went on far too long and by now I was starting to get very impatient and fidgety. I was absolutely desperate for a pee! I glanced at Xueying as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, biting her lip as she glanced up at the clock. Once the presentations were finally over, I really hoped that the meeting would be ending so I could finally go for a piss. Unfortunately for me, there was a surprise announcement that one of the managers was retiring, and he stood up and gave a long, rambling speech which just seemed to go on and on. I sat there trying to pay attention, gritting my teeth and trying my hardest to sit still and look interested. Xueying was sitting just in front of me right in my eyeline, and I could tell that she was struggling too. She kept shifting around in her seat, trying to get comfortable, alternating between sitting leaning back in her chair with her legs tightly crossed, to uncrossing her legs and sitting up straight, bouncing her knee and sometimes crossing her ankles under her chair. I couldn’t see her face as she was facing away from me towards the person giving the speech, but I noticed her giving frequent glances at her phone or towards the clock on the wall, probably thinking the exact same thing that I was – ‘hurry up and finish so I can go for a wee!’. Finally, at long last, our manager finished up his speech and we all applauded. We then had to sit through a (thankfully) very short speech from the CIO, before the meeting was finally concluded and we were free to leave. The presentations and speeches had gone on for almost an hour, and it was now nearly 1pm. I was absolutely dying to use the toilet, my bladder now extremely full. I had not actually relieved myself since waking up at 6am that morning, and was really looking forward to finally having chance to go. However, most people were still standing around chatting and wishing the manager well for his retirement. I didn’t want to just rush off and leave, so I joined in with a few conversations, trying my best to hide my need. I ended up standing next to Xueying, who was standing with her legs crossed and looking rather uncomfortable, not saying much. I had a feeling that she was dying to escape and find the loo, but wanted to make a good impression rather than just rushing out. She had mentioned to me earlier that she had taken a train from the city centre to get to the conference venue, so I asked her if she wanted to share a cab to the train station, which she agreed to. We eventually left the meeting room with a few others, heading down the stairs towards the entrance and reception area. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced around and noticed the entrance to the bathrooms, starting to walk towards them. Xueying was a few steps in front of me and was also headed towards them, only to stop and say ‘Oh’ quietly, barely loud enough for me to hear. There was a sign on the Ladies toilet which read ‘CLOSED FOR CLEANING’, but the Men’s toilets (which was right next to them) appeared to still be open. She gave a little sigh of frustration and turned to me. ‘How long until the taxi gets here?’ she asked casually. She was clearly disappointed that she had not been able to use the loo, but seemed to be trying hard not to show it. I checked the Uber app on my phone, and she stood next to me, watching closely. ‘There’s one about a minute away’ I replied, showing her. She studied the screen for a moment then asked. ‘Will they pick us up right outside?’ she asked, looking towards the exit. ‘Yeah, looks like it’ I said, inspecting the pick-up point on the app. She glanced towards the bathroom entrance again, then back to me. ‘OK, shall we go and wait?’ she asked, taking a few steps towards the entrance and looking at me expectantly. I found myself in a rather awkward situation. I was absolutely desperate to piss having just spent 4 hours stuck in a meeting room, and really badly wanted to use the toilet before setting off on the journey home. However, I felt like it would be quite rude to make Xueying wait for me, knowing that she was probably just as desperate. I was also far too embarrassed to admit to her that I needed to go. After all, if she could manage the long journey home without going for a wee first, then why couldn’t I!? Of course, she had the option of waiting until the cleaner had finished or trying to find another bathroom, but this would mean admitting to me that she wanted to use the loo, which she was clearly too shy to do. We walked out of the exit doors and waited for the taxi together, and it arrived not long after. We got held up in some temporary traffic lights and it took around 15-20 minutes to get to the station. We spent most of the journey chatting politely, both trying to mask our discomfort. I did notice Xueying wince and shift in her seat each time the taxi bounced over a speed bump. After we arrived at the station, I noticed that the next train to the city centre was about to leave in just a couple of minutes and we had to hurry to the platform. We got held up trying to get through the ticket barrier as Xueying’s ticket wasn’t opening it, so had to find a member of the station staff to help. We then had to rush across the length of the station and down the stairs towards the platform, and I had to grit my teeth as my very full bladder was jolted around. As we got to the platform, I couldn’t see the train waiting and thought that we’d missed it, but then I noticed that it had been delayed by a few minutes. We stood and waited, taking a moment to get our breath back. I glanced around, hoping to find a bathroom nearby on the platform, but couldn’t see one. Xueying would sometimes pace slowly a few feet down the platform, stopping to cross her legs tightly as she looked up at the screen to see how long we still had to wait, before pacing back towards me. She also wandered further down the platform once or twice, looking around, and I guessed that she was trying to find a bathroom as well. I had a feeling that the bathrooms were right by the station entrance before the ticket barriers, and we had been in such a rush to get to the platform that we had hurried straight past them. She seemed to be trying very, very hard not to let on to me that she needed the loo, and I was also trying my hardest to maintain my composure in front of her. The train eventually arrived and we got on, and thankfully it was quiet so there were plenty of places to sit. We sat opposite each other, by the window, and chatted as the train departed. It was a 40 minute journey to the station, and it was one of the most desperate and uncomfortable train journeys of my life. My bursting bladder was pressing snugly against my waistband and I kept having to discretely shift in my seat, struggling to find a comfortable position to sit in. I longed to undo my waistband or hold myself, but with Xueying sitting directly opposite me, I knew that I just had to try and sit still and try my best to concentrate on our conversation. I knew that Xueying was having the same problem, of course, and I pretended not to notice each time she pressed her hands down into her lap, jiggling her legs and biting her lip. Several times I leaned over and glanced up and down the aisle, hoping to see any sign that there was a toilet nearby. I even considered excusing myself to go and search for one, but I had a feeling that there weren’t any onboard the train. I noticed Xueying also glancing down the aisle a few times, and wondered if she was thinking about going to look for a loo as well, but she stayed in her seat. She could hardly sit still, and was squirming around uncomfortably in her seat even more than I was, crossing and uncrossing her legs with her hand wedged between her upper thighs, unable to stay in one position for longer than a couple of minutes. We passed station after station, and progress was frustratingly slow. We stopped at a station just before our actual stop, with a very similar name. Xueying muttered 'Finally' and began to stand up, and I had to remind her that we had one more stop to go, and she apologised and quickly sat down again, looking very embarrassed and frustrated. After what felt like an age, the train began to slow down as the announcement came over the speakers that we were about to reach the main station in the city centre. We both had to sit there for a few more long, frustrating minutes until we finally pulled in. I’m sure that, by now, Xueying had noticed my discomfort and probably knew exactly why I was so fidgety. I caught her glancing down at my crotch a couple of times as I squirmed around in desperation, but she was too polite to mention anything. We both stood up and grabbed our bags as the train pulled into the stop. Although Xueying lived only about 15 minutes’ walk away, I still had to catch one more train to reach my local station. I had already checked on my phone and knew that I had a 10 minute wait, and was planning to make a quick stop at the toilets on the walk to the platform, after saying goodbye to her. As we got off the train, I realized that the platform I needed was actually just a bit further down from the platform we were already on, and I mentioned this to Xueying. To my surprise, she said that she would stay with me while I waited for the train. I replied that she didn’t have to, but she said that she didn’t mind keeping me company and waiting with me! We continued chatting as I waited for my train to arrive. I could hardly keep my composure as we stood and waited on the busy platform, shifting my weight subtly from foot to foot and jiggling slightly, absolutely longing to piss. Xueying also seemed to be really struggling and seemed to be barely disguising a ‘really need a wee’ dance, crossing and uncrossing her legs and stepping from foot to foot as discretely as she could manage. I was very, very tempted to admit my predicament and ask if we could go and find the closest toilets, but something stopped me. I don’t know if it was shyness, or professionalism, or some kind of sense of pride that if she could make it home without a pee break, then so could I. Now, if this was a fictional omorashi story, this would probably be the part where I’d write that neither of us could hold on any longer and spectacularly wet ourselves on the busy platform, or she invited me back to hers and we both continued holding for hours and teasing each other while denying ourselves relief. Unfortunately, the real ending is far less interesting! My train arrived on time, I said goodbye to Xueying, and I had to endure an extremely desperate 8 minute journey to my local station where I hurried off the train and rushed straight into the disgusting station toilets just outside the station entrance. They smelt so bad that I almost turned around and walked straight back out again without relieving myself, but I was so desperate that I had no choice but to hold my breath as I enjoyed a very long, gushing, desperate piss into the filthy urinal! I can only imagine Xueying’s frantic walk home before rushing into her apartment building, pee dancing in the elevator before unlocking her door, dashing to her bathroom and throwing herself onto the toilet just in time, moaning with relief as she finally had the wee that she’d been holding for hours!
  8. What situations have you been in in real life where you have been bursting but couldn’t go? i spent years teaching where I couldn’t just leave a class of young children unsupervised just to empty my bladder no matter how badly I needed it. I am also a parent so often have to deal with urgent situations at home that mean I can’t just go pee even when bursting. Over the tears I have also had jobs where it simply wasn’t possible to just go pee whenever you wanted. On a cash desk you couldn’t just leave the till of money unattended or when in a call centre you had to finish your call regardless how long it took. i have also been in training course and business meetings when you would get into a lot of trouble leaving to use the bathroom. I’m curious what other situations others have been in in real life that made them have to hold.
  9. No, I don’t have any intent to make money through this stuff (at least not at this moment). I just want to know how the few of you on this site go about doing it. How do you profit? How much do you profit (if you feel comfortable answering that)? How long did it take for you to come to the point where you were making money off of it? I’m just interested.
  10. This story involves a young man on his first day in a new job being actively preventing from going to the bathroom and the consequences of that. His older female boss is rather controlling and firm! The neurologist’s secretary Jay walked confidently into the atrium of the modern hospital acceptance letter in hand and a small backpack on his back. Dressed in smart trousers, shirt, and tie he hoped to make a good impression on his first day. “Good morning. My name is Jayden Tenny and I am here for the position of secretary to Dr. Ellis Hyndford, paediatric neurologist.” “If you could wait here sir I’ll call that department and get someone to come down for you.” Jay waited nervously looking around the atrium with its web of signs and shops with shutters down and cleaners buffeting floors. He’d been interviewed in another office building so wasn’t actually familiar with the huge city hospital at all. Finally someone approached him, shook his hand, and asked him to follow them. He was lead down a maze of corridors, up a stairway and down a carpeted shorter corridor to a small office. “This is where you’ll be based. Dr Ellis-Hyndford should be with you shortly. I’m afraid I need to leave now but if you just wait here you’ll be fine. Oh would you like a tea or coffee though?” Jay accepted a tea and was delighted when a few minutes later he was brought a proper mug with tea just how he requested: no sugar, just a splash of milk and brown enough to actually taste the flavour. He sat in the wheeled office chair facing the wedged open door looking at the computer in front of him and wondering if he should turn it on. Would someone train him he wondered? He sipped at his tea looking around the room waiting patiently when suddenly a tall, blond, intimidating older woman marched in. “Thank God they finally got me a replacement secretary! What on earth? And you are?” Jay reached out his hand to shake the female’s hand which she hadn’t even offered. “I’m Jayden Tenny. I am here to fill the position of secretary to paediatric neurologist Dr. Ellis Hyndford. I am sorry if I am in the wrong office?” “They sent me…a man? Oh come on! This is a joke right? I don’t have time for this nonsense today! Look, can you type? You know shorthand? You can answer a phone properly? I’ll deal with the board later on this but for now you’ll need to do! I have a clinic at 9am sharp and a huge backlog of emails. They gave you a log in did they?” “Yes mam. I can assure you I can type well, I am skilled in shorthand and my telephone manner is excellent. Would you like me to answer it right now?” “Of course I would! What did you think a secretary did? I can’t actually believe they expect me to work with a…man! This is madness! Answer that then just log on and email me downstairs when you can. My email address is on my card on the desk right there. I’ll forward the link to my voice memos for you to type up. I have GP’s, nurses and parents going mad for urgent replies and letters. Four months behind we are now! Four months! I can’t see this working but I need someone urgently so let’s see what you can do!” As Jay picked up the ringing phone he watched the woman turn and storm out the room, his heart racing. He’d assumed Dr. Ellis Hyndford would be male for a start and that he’d be somewhat more welcoming and friendly too. She was, clearly, all female, fiery, sharp tongued and…well pretty fit looking for an older woman..but he absolutely wasn’t here for that! He blinked, turned away from the door, switched on the computer and used the log in on his letter to do what he’d been instructed. He could prove to the doctor he was every bit as good as any other secretary, if not better. By tomorrow she’d be delighted to have him he told himself as the website loaded and he searched how to send an email. Before long Jay had familiarised himself with the website, received a pile of emails from the doctor, began typing up referrals and clinic notes and letters from the many voice memos the doctor had sent over and mastered answering calls quickly and efficiently at the same time. In fact he had an entire page of telephone memos already as he looked at his empty mug wishing he knew where he could make himself another cuppa. As if somehow reading his mind suddenly the lady from earlier walked past, looked in smiling, and asked if he wanted another tea. “Yes please! Can I ask what I do with all these phone notes for the doctor too? Will she be back up for them?” “Those all for Geraldine? She’s in clinic until lunch time then she usually pops up for lunch and she’ll get them then. Was it just milk you took?” “There’s a few urgent ones asking her to call back today though?” “She’ll get them later. Best not to interrupt her or get on her bad side. She goes through secretaries like I go through hot dinners! I give you a week at most! Actually less since she can’t stand men!” Jay sat open mouthed as the girl walked away. What had he got himself into? A week at most? He couldn’t quit after such a short time. He needed the money far too much for starters and he wanted to prove to his mum that paying his college fees was worth the investment. He was determined to outlast everyone else by a long way. He set back to typing as the phone rang again and by the time he’d hung up the girl was walking in with another mug of tea. It was almost 1pm when Dr Geraldine Ellis-Hyndford walked along the carpeted corridor in plain view of Jay. By then he had finished his second mug of tea, typed up more than 20 letters, had two full sheets of A4 paper of telephone notes for the doctor and he was tapping his foot eagerly looking forward to his lunch break and hopefully finding a loo. “Excuse me, doctor Ellis-Hyndford? There’s some really urgent messages here for you.” “Oh. Yes. I forgot about you! You got my emails ok? I’ll pop in to talk to you after lunch. You did bring lunch with you, didn’t you?” “Yes. I wasn’t sure what the arrangements would be so I brought something with me and something to drink. Is there like a staff room we go to or something?” “Staffroom? Oh you’re hilarious! Put the phone on answer machine for half an hour and then get back to it. I’ll pop by after I’ve had my break. Jeez…staffroom! God that’s so funny!” “No problem. Could I maybe…” But it was too late. The doctor had walked away and Jay was left on his own staring at the open door for the second time that day. He got off his seat for the first time since arriving and headed to the door of the room which was wedged open and looked down the corridor in both directions. There was no sign of the doctor nor of the girl from earlier and hearing the phone ringing yet again Jay sighed and walked back to the desk. He tapped his foot whilst writing another note for his boss. He didn’t mind staying in the room to eat but he really needed to find a toilet soon before the doctor came to see him for her phone messages. Those mugs of tea had filled his bladder quicker than he expected. After another check in the corridor and even a tentative quick explore up and down a few steps in each direction Jay decided he had better start eating so that he was finished in time for the neurologist returning. Surely someone might pass and he could ask them where the toilets were? However, by the time Jay had eaten his wrap and crisps and finished a bottle of water not one person had passed the room and his need to pee was increasing fast! With the door wide open he worried about openly holding himself or acting in any way unprofessional but as time crept on his legs were scissoring in and out frequently and his hand was pressed on his upper leg more and more. He was bursting for the loo and regretting those two teas from earlier! Half an hour passed and Jay could hear yet another call going to voicemail so he let it end before retrieving the messages one by one and writing them all down, all the time swinging his legs and squirming on the wheeled office seat. He was just finishing writing the final one when he felt a shadow looming at the open door. “So? You said I had some urgent messages?” “Oh yes! Yes you do doctor! In fact quite a few! I wrote them all down for you and I have used a yellow highlighter to show the most urgent ones. There’s a patient on the children’s ward, wait I have it here, yes here it is. Ward 6B. An 8 year old with complex epilepsy and they want you to see her today. A Dr Maddox from Gillingham asked you to call him urgently about a patient, Samuel Brownlee, too. Then there was a parent calling asking for an urgent word with you about their son. They said his condition is deteriorating and you said to call right away if there were any changes apparently. I took their number. They are all here for you.” Jay stood and handed the A4 papers to the doctor realising he was shaking a little in fear and bouncing in desperation too. He had to ask about access to a bathroom as soon as possible. Not only did his poor bladder have the contents now of two mugs of tea but now the bottle of water with his lunch was filling it even more! “Right. I see. This is far from ideal though…what did you say your name was? Didn’t you think to write each of these separately? This is so..messy! Have you managed to type any of my voice memos out? Don’t tell me you made as much mess of those too?” Jay turned the screen of the computer round to face the neurologist so she could see his current letter he was typing. He looked at the date. “I’ve got up to…February the 9th? I’d have done a lot more if I hadn’t had to keep answering the…” “Can’t you multitask? Oh of course you can’t! What was I thinking! You’re a male! For God’s sake can’t you even stand still?” “I’m really sorry doctor! I haven’t stopped all morning and I was offered a couple of mugs of tea and…” The neurologist looked at Jay suspiciously but curiously. Her eyes met his before she looked him up and down smirking. “Ok. Ok. Maybe I should give you more of a chance. You do seem to be trying after all. So bring up the very first memo you typed up this morning and I’ll see how you have got on so far. Most of them need printed and signed anyway so I can correct anything before we do that. Wait here one minute and I’ll be right back!” Jay couldn’t help giving his dick a quick squeeze as Dr Ellis-Hyndford walked briskly out of the room in her heeled shoes as he bent forwards and searched the computer for the first file he created hours previously. If the neurologist planned on going through each item he’d typed it was obvious they would be busy for quite some time but there was no way he could hold his bladder that much longer. Pushing his crotch against the solid desk he jumped and almost leaked as the tall intimidating doctor walked back in carrying another wheeled office chair. “Now I am a VERY busy person. You do understand that? These files are of the utmost importance as they carry confidential information on the health of my patients and their treatment. A mistake can not just cost you your job but could cost a person their life. I do NOT accept mistakes. Not when it comes to my patients. So let me see the first one please.” Jay nervously pulled up the first file he had typed up that morning still standing awkwardly, still absolutely dying for the toilet. As the doctor read over his typing meticulously Jay could feel his cheeks redden. So many of the technical terms were out of his comfort zone and this was only his second administration job since finishing college. Even more than that though he couldn’t properly stand still now and that fact embarrassed him so much, especially in front of his boss on his first day. “Mmm. Better than I expected. I see you left the our reference and your reference parts blank and the patient hospital numbers. So here’s how you get those numbers. You click here for the your reference code. It’s just the date and my initials and then to access the patients hospital number you click here, complete their details, then copy and paste into this bit here. Are you getting this?” “Yes. That looks easy enough. Actually doctor I know your time is valuable and you have a lot to do but would it be possible if I had a quick break for a few minutes? It’s just that…I’m really sorry but would it be ok if I just ran to the toilet before we get to the next one? I have been needing to go for ages.” Dr Ellis-Hyndford turned and looked at Jay, abruptly staring over her glasses disdainfully . “I beg your pardon? Do you think I have time for you to go anywhere? Oh for goodness sake would you answer that phone while I complete these references and patient numbers and get these printed. I don’t have time for this you know! Now answer that please!” Jay turned to answer the phone acting as professional as possible despite feeling crippled with an urgent need to urinate. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?” Scribbling down the details Jay squirmed obviously as he slid the note towards the doctor. Clearly recognising the name she wrote back to tell him to pass the call through before she took the phone and proceeded to continue the call. Meanwhile Jay sat back in his seat wriggling around trying his hardest not to grab himself but failing miserably. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life nor so absolutely desperate for the toilet. Frightened he might even have an accident he got up from the seat and paced around behind the Dr back and forth in front of the window bending forwards, dancing, squirming and squeezing himself more than he’d ever done in his life. Still the doctor continued on with the call. Jay tried getting eye contact with her hoping she might even point to where the loos were but she just stared at him angrily scowling and clearly annoyed at his behaviour. Despite her clear disgust Jay was frantic as he rushed towards the open door cupping his crotch longing to find someone to show him to a bathroom. He looked back in the room at the doctor as he pointed to the left but she shook her head to communicate that wasn’t the way to the toilets. So he pointed right but she simply shook her head once more before suddenly standing up and abruptly kicking the door stop away and letting the door close over! Jay was close to tears returning to his seat and kneading his crotch, urgently bent forwards and fidgeting like a little child.He couldn’t wait much longer no matter how much he tried! His poor dick was shaking and he could feel his bladder pulsing as spasm after spasm caused him to quietly moan and wriggle and bounce more than ever before. This was so embarrassing! Finally Dr Ellis-Hyndford put the phone down and turned to face Jay. “There’s a couple of mistakes in some of your reports. I don’t allow mistakes, as I said. I need the patient hospital numbers added in correctly and the references and all the mistakes corrected. Quickly! My time is in demand you know!” “Yes mam, but first please may I be excused just a moment? I really do have to go to the bathroom rather urgently!” “What! You’re just this minute finished your lunch break! In this job you see to your personal needs in your personal time NOT on my time! You understand?” “But…but I haven’t been shown where they are so I couldn’t go during lunch and it really is an emergency mam!” “Emergency? Have you any idea what that word even means? Brain tumours are an emergency! Increased intracranial pressure is an emergency! Prolonged epileptic seizures are an emergency…but a grown man with a little desire to get rid of waste liquid from his body is NOT an emergency by my standards. Now I need these files yesterday! Get typing!” Jay shuffled closer to the computer his hand tightly grasping his dick for dear life. Whatever his boss thought this most definitely WAS an emergency to him and any second now his poor aching bladder would surely explode everywhere! The overbearing neurologist stared at him intently as he couldn’t help leaning forwards and gasping as another bladder spasm hit. “And you can sit properly while you’re at it! Slouching like that is bad for your back!”: Jay did his best to sit more upright tensing his back and thighs as much as possible as he copied and pasted the next hospital number into the report. Meanwhile the doctor stood staring at him smirking, almost laughing at his predicament. Jay could feel his face redden more and hear his own heart thumping as he used a hand to grip the office table as hard as possible. It was too much though and when the phone rang yet again making him lose concentration and jump he could feel the tip of his penis swell and moisten. The familiar surge of warmth zooming fast up his urethra told him in no uncertain terms what was about to happen and even with a writhe on the seat and almost standing to try and stop it it was too late as a large trickle of warm liquid leaked out of his weary penis into his clean boxers and smart trousers. “Dr. Ellis-Hyndford’s paediatric neurologist, Winchester City hospital, secretary speaking. How may I help you?”, Jay said breathlessly as more warmth spread between his legs and down his thigh. “Hi, This is Dr Maddox from Gillingham general practice. Would it be possible to speak to Dr Ellis-Hyndford as a matter of urgency?” “Please hold on and I will see if she’s available for you.” Jay looked the neurologist right in the eye as he stood up to hand the receiver over to her as tears nipped his eyes and pee poured out from his throbbing dick. Despite her bullying, harshness and abruptness there was a spark in the corner of her eye he couldn’t quite decipher in his utter humiliation. Had she actually enjoyed seeing him so desperate and begging to use the toilet? Was this some sort of control game she got a thrill from? As he stood there in warm drenched suit trousers so many thoughts consumed him. So was this why no secretary lasted longer than a week here and why did this esteemed in demand neurologist hate men so much? He was determined that however much strength and determination it took he’d stay exactly where he was long enough to find out more. Tomorrow he’d just make sure to have another pair of trousers in his bag just in case.
  11. This is a narrative of me reading a true experience I had in my early twenties when I worked as a children’s party hostess in a very busy soft play centre. I have posted the story before but this is me reading it for those who might enjoy hearing my voice. New Recording.m4a
  12. I'm back from NC. I'm in the office for the 1st time in like a month. I have 4 hours left. I have a pile of work, 2L of water, 12oz of coffee and some melon left before I leave here. I have plans after work which is why I am all dolled up. My knee is barely starting to bounce. It's 75 and full sun. I'm the horniest I've ever been jfc. Came 4x at home before even starting work. Oy vey We all seem to enjoy this format so much that I've decided to keep putting it here in "experiences" instead of in the area where it's like "interactive"or whatever. I've explored very little of this site btw, I'm a creature of habit. The interactive area seems to be where people are looking for guidance as to what they should be doing or help holding , almost master stuff and I'm not interested in that. I've only ever known one man here who can tell ME what to do when it comes to my bladder ( that I actually listen to hahahaha) and I think he's hung up his spurs. So that area of the site feels like a bad fit even if it limits exposure. I was gonna return this dress but now I'm thinking of keeping it. What do we think? Should I just be running a private blog instead of posting here since I seem to have a core group of you that seem to follow not only my accidents but have been kind enough to check up on me, give advice, etc. Anyhoo. See ya in a bit when I check back in with pics of my updates until hopefully we can get a video out of this
  13. James swore under his breath, staring at the red light, willing it to turn to green. He tapped his hands on his thighs in frustration, leaning forwards in the driver’s seat of the fancy company car belonging to the high-end real estate agency he worked for. 'Come on… come on' he muttered, before it finally changed and he sped off down the road, only to have to stop once more at yet another set of traffic lights, much to his annoyance. He was running late to an appointment with a very important client, who he knew only as Mrs Jones. He didn’t know much about her, only that she was a very successful local businesswoman and had an impressive property portfolio, which she was looking to expand with some new luxury apartments and newly renovated houses which had come onto the market in the last few days. James was in for a huge commission if he could show her a few of the properties and make a sale, but was in danger of losing this altogether if he didn’t get to the appointment ASAP. He squirmed in his seat, staring at the light which was staying stubbornly red. His lateness wasn’t the only reason for his impatience though. He reached down and gave his penis a quick squeeze through his expensive suit trousers, groaning softly under his breath, squirming yet again before the light changed to green and he drove on. James was absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. It had been an extremely busy day, and he had been out on appointments since 9am that morning. He hadn’t been able to take a single break, not even for the loo, and he’d been needing to pee for hours. As it was a warm day he had made sure to stay well hydrated, and the 2 litre bottle of water he had brought with him in the car was now almost empty, and he’d also politely accepted several cups of tea and coffee from clients during the day. He turned into the road and pulled up outside the block of brand new luxury apartments, where his first viewing with Mrs Jones was scheduled. He glanced at his watch – 4.13pm. He was almost 15 minutes late, not a good first impression. He allowed himself one final squeeze of his member before stepping out the car, wincing slightly as he felt his very full bladder pressing against his waistband, locking it and hurrying up to the front door of the apartment building. For a moment, he thought Mrs Jones had not yet arrived, and for a brief moment he thought he might just have time to nip in and quickly use the loo before the viewing, much to his relief. As he was fiddling around with the keys, he heard a car door close and the sound of heels clicking on the path behind him. He heard a female voice call his name. He turned around, smiling confidently. ‘Good afternoon, you must be Mrs Jones’ he said, looking at the beautiful, elegantly dressed woman walking towards him. ‘How are you?’ he asked, as she walked up to him and gave him an appraising look up and down. Tall, handsome and dressed in a bespoke fitted pale grey suit, James knew he looked the part. At 25 years old, he was probably at least 10 years younger than her, but was confident that he’d be able to charm her. If only he could push the pressing, desperate urge to relieve his bladder to the back of his mind, he thought grimly as he crossed his legs as casually as possible. ‘Fine thank you James, how are you doing?’ she asked, smiling back at him. ‘I’m very well, thank you. I must apologise for being a few minutes late, Mrs 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.’ He couldn’t help but bob a little on the spot, uncrossing his legs and moving from foot to foot before crossing them again, trying not to make it too obvious that his 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. She smiled, glancing down at his crossed legs for a moment before meeting his eye. ‘Sounds good, I’m very much looking forward to it. Shall we go inside?’ she said, and James nodded. ‘Of course’ he replied, unlocking the door and leading her to the lift, pressing the button for the top floor. The brand-new penthouse apartment was beautiful and spacious, and James had a feeling that Mrs Jones was quietly impressed. She asked question after question, and he did his best to answer them all, occasionally needing to refer back to his notes. For the most part, he was able to keep his composure despite his increasingly desperate need to use the bathroom, although at one point while showing her one of the bedrooms he realised that he had been pacing around rather too much, and while trying his hardest to stand still, he had resorted to putting his hand in his pocket and giving his cock a very quick squeeze, only to realise that she had been looking directly at him. She didn’t say anything, much to his relief, but from the smile on her face as they left the bedroom, he had a feeling that she had noticed. After about 30 minutes, she seemed satisfied and asked to move onto the next property. Just before leaving, James glanced at his watch. It was just after 4.45pm. He still had two more properties that he wanted to show Mrs Jones, and he was trying to work out just how long he still had to wait before he could finally use the loo back at the office. He 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 look longer than expected (which was extremely likely, he thought to himself, given how thorough Mrs Jones had been at the first viewing). He had no idea how he was going to hold on that long, given that he was already struggling to stay professional and keep his composure. He looked back into the apartment, staring longingly towards the bathroom. James 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 he had never had to wait for so long before. He had often arrived back at the office bursting for the loo after hours of viewings, as had many of his colleagues, but he was already far more desperate to piss than he had ever been before, with two more viewings still to finish with a very thorough and attentive client. For the briefest of moments, he considered asking Mrs Jones to excuse him for a minute while he quickly used the bathroom, but he realised that doing so would be extremely unprofessional and he may even find himself in trouble with the head of the agency. No, he would grit his teeth and hang on until the viewings were over, no matter how badly he wanted to piss. James locked up and they both headed down in the lift, back to the car. As Mrs Jones had been dropped at the property by her driver, James offered to drive her to the next viewing. The journey took around 15 minutes, most of which was spent sitting in queuing traffic. James tried his 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 he was finding it incredibly difficult. If he had been driving on his own, he would have probably spent most of the journey holding himself and looking out for somewhere on the way where he could use the loo, but with Mrs Jones sitting next to him in the front passenger seat, there was absolutely nothing he could do to ease his discomfort. Part of him hoped that she had noticed his predicament, especially given what he said earlier about being out on back-to-back viewings all day, and would ask him if he’d like to stop off for a short comfort break. Unfortunately for James, she 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, Mrs 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 James took her from room to room, and although he was very knowledgeable about the house, his incredibly desperate need to urinate was becoming a huge distraction and he kept losing his train of thought, or mis-remembering certain details such as what the kitchen work surfaces were made of. Even just standing still and not pacing, dancing, squirming, bobbing or bending was becoming extremely difficult, and he found himself frequently crossing and uncrossing his legs, or hopping up and down on the balls of his feet, gritting his teeth in desperation. More than once, he couldn’t resist giving his cock a really quick squeeze, hiding it with his leather-bound notepad. When removing their footwear in order to view the upstairs, James had really struggled to bend down, moaning softly under his breath as he compressed his bladder trying to untie his smart black shoes and pull them off, very much the opposite of Mrs Jones who had elegantly stepped out of her Louboutin heels and watched James struggling with a look of mild amusement on her face. They spent quite some time viewing the upstairs bedrooms, of which the house had several. Mrs Jones clearly had very high standards and spent a lot of time inspecting the rooms, measuring up for furniture and making notes of her own, much to James’ frustration. A couple of times he had risked bending over and holding himself through his suit trousers while standing behind her, only to have to quickly straighten up as she turned around to ask him something. His composure was slipping now and he was beginning to wonder whether he’d be able to make it back to the office with dry trousers. Showing her the bathrooms, of which the house had several, was incredibly difficult as he was constantly being teased by the sight of the toilet, and several times he almost asked Mrs Jones if she wouldn’t mind waiting while he very quickly made use of the facilities. But he continued holding, through gritted teeth, determined to remain professional despite the almost overwhelming pressure in his bladder. Once Mrs Jones was finally satisfied that she had seen everything, they went back downstairs and prepared to leave. James glanced at his watch. The viewing had taken much longer than he was expecting, as it was now almost 6pm. The next property was only just down the road, probably 10 minutes away, but even so, he realised that there was absolutely no way that he was going make it through the final viewing and back to the office without using the toilet. He had never been this desperate to piss in his life, and his bladder felt like it was going to explode. Despite his efforts to remain professional and composed, it was now becoming almost impossible and he genuinely didn’t know how much longer he could last. Besides, wetting his pants in front of a very important client (which was quickly becoming a real possibility) would be far more unprofessional than quickly excusing himself to use the bathroom, he thought to himself. Mrs Jones stepped back into her heels and looked expectantly at James. ‘Ready to go?’ she asked with a smile and he hesitated before replying. He was extremely shy about admitting his predicament, especially to a client, but at that moment he saw no other option. ‘Erm, yes. It’s just…well…’ he trailed off, crossing his legs awkwardly. ‘I’m so sorry Mrs Jones, I know this is incredibly unprofessional, but… erm… I really, really need to go to the toilet. I wouldn’t usually go during a viewing, but I’ve been holding on all day and well… to be honest with you, my bladder is extremely full’ He bobbed on the spot, looking at her sheepishly, his cheeks now burning with embarrassment. ‘Would you possibly excuse me for a moment while I use the loo?’ he asked shyly. ‘I’ll be very quick’ he added, his voice quiet, totally different from his usual confident tone. She watched him as he uncrossed his legs and bent forwards for a moment before straightening up and stepping from foot to foot, barely able to keep his composure now. ‘Yes, of course James. When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go!’ she said, a cheeky grin on her face, much to his relief. He had wondered whether she would be annoyed by his lack of professionalism, but in fact, she actually seemed to find his predicament rather amusing. James smiled back, jiggling on the spot. ‘Thank you so much, Mrs Jones. I’ll be back shortly. Sorry again.’ He turned and hurried back up the stairs towards the master bathroom, gritting his teeth. ‘God I need to piss I need to piss I need to piss’ he muttered to himself as he hurried inside and shut the door, grappling with his belt as he ran over to the toilet. As he opened the lid, however, he 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. He tried flushing, and although he heard the clunk of the mechanism, no water appeared. Quickly, he walked over to the sink and tried both taps, but no water came out. He tried the bath taps for good measure, with the same result. He swore under his breath, bending over and gripping himself tightly through his trousers. Why hadn’t it occurred to him that the water to the property might be switched off? He had been so focused on trying to maintain his composure in front of Mrs Jones while excusing himself that he hadn’t even thought about the possibility of him not actually being able to relieve himself. He walked back over to the toilet, still squeezing his cock for dear life, and wondered if he could get away with peeing in it anyway, but there was just no way. The owners would know exactly who was responsible and he would definitely lose his job. He had no choice but to hang on and use the facilities at the next property. He closed the toilet lid and gave himself a moment to compose himself, re-fastening his belt and looking in the bathroom mirror to straighten his tie and fix his hair. ‘You can do this’ he muttered, looking at himself in the mirror as he danced from foot to foot. ‘Just hang on until you get to the next house and then you can go. You’ve been desperate so many times before, you have to hold it almost every day at work, you have a bladder of steel. You can wait.’ He treated himself to one final cock squeeze before leaving the bathroom and heading back down the stairs, where Mrs Jones was waiting for him. ‘Relieved?’ she asked cheekily, and James shook his head grimly. ‘Erm…well… unfortunately not, Mrs Jones. The water to the property appears to be turned off, so I couldn’t… erm…’ he trailed off, extremely embarrassed at his predicament. ‘You couldn’t use the loo?’ she asked, sounding surprised. He shook his head again, bending forwards and looking up at her sheepishly. ‘Oh gosh, James… how frustrating’ she said sympathetically, watching him as he sat down on the bottom of the stairs to put his shoes back on. ‘Are you going to be OK?’ she asked him, sounding concerned. He nodded. ‘Yes, Mrs Jones, I’ll be fine. I can manage until we get to the next property. Thank you for asking, though’. James knew that he was going to have to run to the loo the moment they arrived, he just hoped that he 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, James was struggling to maintain his composure. In fact, all of his concentration was on making it to the next house without having a very embarrassing wetting accident and totally soaking both his suit trousers and his car seat. ‘Oh my God’ he muttered as they inched forwards a few feet and then stopped once more, unable to hide his frustration. He jiggled his legs and sucked in air through his teeth, pressing his clenched fist against his jiggling thigh for a few moments before giving his cock a very firm squeeze. He glanced at Mrs Jones, and noticed that her eyes were fixed on his crotch. He quickly let go of himself and she looked up to meet his gaze, giving him a sympathetic smile. ‘I do apologise, Mrs Jones’ he muttered, blushing like crazy. ‘It’s OK, I don’t mind. You must be absolutely bursting’ she replied softly. She paused for a few seconds, looking out at the long queue of traffic in front of them, before turning back to him. ‘You really should be allowed a loo break when you’re out on appointments all day… when did you last go?’ she asked gently. He thought for a moment, slightly taken aback by her directness. ‘Erm… about 6 o’clock this morning, when I woke up’ he answered, truthfully, blushing even harder as he pressed his thighs together for a moment, running his hands over them, before resuming his jiggling. ‘Oh James, you poor thing. That’s an awfully long time to go without relief’ she said, her voice full of sympathy. He nodded, biting his lip. ‘More than 12 hours, Mrs Jones. I’ve had so much to drink today, as well. Water, tea, coffee…’ he trailed off, squirming in his seat and letting out a quiet moan as he tried to pull the seatbelt slightly away from his very full bladder. ‘Oh bless you… you’ve done incredibly well to last until now’ she said quietly, leaning over and giving his arm a gentle squeeze. James had the feeling that she was probably rather enjoying his predicament, more so than she was letting on. He squirmed again as he put the car into gear, now that the traffic was finally starting to move. After a few more 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, James leading the way. He couldn’t help but cross his legs and bob on the spot as he tried to unlock the door. ‘Come on, come on’ he 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 James cared about at that precise moment was finally reaching a toilet. ‘Feel free to look around Mrs Jones, I’m afraid you’ll have to excuse me for one moment’ he said breathlessly, reaching down to take his shoes off as quickly as possible. ‘Of course’ she said, watching as James placed his shoes neatly by the front door and hurried up the stairs, gritting his teeth and already starting to unbuckle his belt and undo his waistband in anticipation of bladder relief. James hurried across the large landing, his belt now unbuckled and the waistband of his suit trousers unclasped, accidentally walking into a couple of bedrooms before finally finding the large, luxurious master bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he walked towards the toilet, taking long, purposeful strides. He was finally, at long last, going to be able to piss. He reached down, and opened the lid. ‘Oh you have got to be fucking joking’ he muttered. 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. He was more desperate than ever before in his entire life, in one of the most grand bathrooms he had ever seen, his bladder on the brink of exploding, but there was nowhere for him to piss! He groaned and swore under his breath, bending over, squeezing himself frantically through his boxers, fighting to maintain control. He closed the lid of the toilet and looked around the bathroom, checking in the cupboards, for something, anything, that he could relieve himself into, but there was absolutely nothing. He tried the sink taps, the bath taps, and even the shower, but there was no water at all. He had absolutely no choice but to hold his bladder until after the viewing was over and he was back in the office. Given how thorough Mrs Jones had been at the previous viewings, he knew that it was still going to be at least another hour before he could use a toilet. How he was going to wait that long, he had no idea. He could hardly imagine holding on for another 5 minutes, let alone a whole hour or more. He gritted his teeth and hopped from foot to foot as he zipped up his suit trousers and re-fastened his belt. His long-suffering bladder was now so agonisingly full, so swollen and plump, that it was bulging out too much for him to be able to fasten the clasp of his waistband. Once again, he checked his appearance in the mirror, adjusting his tie and neatening his hair, allowing himself one long, hard squeeze of his cock through his suit trousers before opening the bathroom door and heading back downstairs, determined to finish the viewing as quickly as possible. Not wanting to waste time putting his shoes back on, he walked through the large, open-plan living space before reaching the kitchen, where Mrs Jones was looking at the appliances and making some notes. He cleared his throat. ‘Sorry about that, Mrs Jones. We’ll proceed with the viewing now’ he said, his voice slightly strained as he crossed his legs. He was making a monumental effort to maintain control of his bladder. She turned around and walked slowly towards him. ‘No problem’ she said brightly, standing right next to him as she looked around at the wide open kitchen space. He jiggled as he opened his notebook and flicked through the property notes, struggling to find the right page. She turned to him and placed her hand on his arm again. ‘Most importantly, have you had a wee?’ she added quietly, smiling gently at him. He was rather embarrassed at the bluntness of her question, and felt his cheeks reddening once again. ‘Erm… no. Unfortunately I haven’t, Mrs Jones. The water supply has been turned off here as well’ he answered quietly, meeting her gaze. ‘Oh god’ she said quietly. He shifted position and bobbed on the spot, and she gave his arm a gentle squeeze in sympathy. ‘I really do feel for you, James. You must be suffering really badly… are you going to be OK?’ she asked him, sounding genuinely concerned. James bit his lip before replying. ‘Yes, Mrs Jones, I’ll be fine. I’ll just have to hang on until we’re back in the office’ he said, as casually as possible, but his voice was trembling slightly with the effort of holding such an enormous amount of urine inside him. He sighed under his breath and re-crossed his legs yet again, determined to get through the viewing without an embarrassing accident. James showed Mrs Jones the downstairs first, taking her around the kitchen and the numerous sitting rooms. He was barely able to concentrate on his notes now, and almost all of his attention and focus was on holding in his piss. Standing still was almost impossible, and he was unable to disguise his frantic ‘need a wee’ dance as he constantly stumbled over his words or lost his place on the page, struggling to answer her constant questions about the house and the area. At one point, while showing her the spacious living room and telling her about the expensive refurbishments, he had felt himself leak into his boxers as he lost control of his overfull bladder for just one short moment, followed seconds later by a second, longer spurt. He stopped talking abruptly and bent over, gripping his penis tightly through his suit trousers, moaning under his breath with the effort to regain control. He continued to hold himself for a few seconds, gritting his teeth, before glancing up. ‘I’m so sorry, Mrs Jones. This is incredibly unprofessional of me’ he muttered, before releasing his penis and slowly straightening up as he managed to regain control. ‘It’s absolutely fine, James. You must be really struggling’ she replied softly, watching him with concern. His boxers felt damp against his penis, but thankfully, a quick glance down at his crotch confirmed that it wasn’t showing on his trousers. After much more desperate squirming, jiggling, bobbing and pacing, James managed to finish showing Mrs Jones the remaining downstairs rooms without any further leaks. It was time to see the upstairs, and he knew that it was going to be incredibly difficult to finish the viewing and make it back to the office without letting any more piss escape his swollen bladder. He knew that he had no choice but to try, even though his muscles were beginning to tire and his voice was trembling slightly with the effort of waiting. It was now just after 6.30pm, more than 12 and a half hours since he had last relieved himself first thing that morning. He thought back to all of the huge mugs of tea and coffee that various clients had made for him throughout the day, as well as all of the water he had gulped down in his car between appointments. He could picture all of that liquid now sitting inside his 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. Mrs Jones stepped out of her heels, placing them neatly next to his shoes before walking up the stairs, James following behind. They started with the luxurious master bedroom with en-suite bathroom, and Mrs Jones spent quite a bit of time taking detailed notes and measurements. James took the opportunity to pace around, occasionally walking back onto the landing in order to bend over and hold himself again without her noticing, his eyes closed, moaning quietly under his breath in desperation, willing himself to continue holding on. At one point, he 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, Mrs Jones was satisfied and they moved onto the next bedroom. As they entered the room, she stood next to him for a moment, glancing around the room as he described the various refurbishments that had been made with as much professionalism as he could muster, jigging subtly from foot to foot. Once he was finished, she turned to him and placed her hand gently on his arm again. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can, James’ she said quietly, watching him closely as he crossed his legs in a vain attempt to stand still. He shook his head. ‘Please, feel free to take as much time as you need, Mrs Jones. You’re my client, after all, and I don’t want to rush you’ he replied breathlessly, bobbing and bending forwards slightly in desperation, longing to hold himself again. She smiled and squeezed his arm gently before stepping forwards and measuring up the room. She did seem to be working slightly more quickly than before, perhaps aware that he was now really struggling to hold his bladder, for which he was secretly thankful. After all, he was essentially trapped here with nowhere to pee until she was satisfied that the viewing was over. They continued through the upstairs rooms, viewing several more bedrooms, bathrooms and storage areas. James was really, really struggling to hold on now, and as the minutes ticked by, he was unable to prevent several more leaks of warm pee dribbling out the end of his cock, no matter how hard he tried. He was finding it harder and harder to regain control each time, and he could feel how damp his boxers were quickly becoming. The feeling of the warm, wet cotton rubbing uncomfortably against his penis was not helping his situation at all. He found that standing in the master bathroom was particularly difficult, and he had to hold himself as discretely as possible, hidden behind his notebook, dancing from foot to foot as he described the expensive rainfall shower and jacuzzi bath. He kept casting longing glances towards the toilet, which had not gone unnoticed by Mrs Jones, who remarked on how frustrated he must be feeling, standing right next to a toilet that he wasn’t allowed to use. Finally, at long last, they had finished viewing all of the upstairs rooms. ‘I’m sorry James, I know you must be absolutely dying to finish for the day, but could I possibly view the wonderful kitchen one more time?’ she asked him as they walked back downstairs. ‘Of course, Mrs Jones. You can take as much time as you need’ he replied, his voice trembling slightly. As they stepped into the kitchen, he glanced at his watch. It was now nearly 7pm, almost 13 hours since his last pee. He was beginning to inwardly panic, now. He was probably only around 15 minutes away from getting back to the office and finally being able to use a toilet, but he genuinely didn’t think he was going to be able to hold on for that long. And besides, how on Earth was he supposed to concentrate on driving in his incredibly desperate state? For a brief moment, he considered asking Mrs Jones to excuse him while he ran out onto the garden patio and relieved himself into a suitable flowerbed. Surely she would be understanding and sympathetic, rather than disgusted? He quickly put aside this idea though, remembering that both the front and back of the property were covered by high-definition security cameras, and he would definitely lose his job if the owners were to check the footage. No, he was just going to have to try his hardest to hold on until they were finally back at the office, even if it seemed like an impossible task. He watched as Mrs Jones wandered slowly around the kitchen again, before walking back over to him. ‘This really is a very lovely house, James, I absolutely love it. Thank you so much for bringing me here’ she said, beaming at him. ‘You’re welcome, Mrs Jones’ he said quietly, forcing a smile. At that moment, he felt another few drops of warm piss dribble out the end of his cock into his damp boxers, quickly followed by several longer spurts, lasting for several seconds. ‘Oh god’ he muttered, quickly crossing his legs and bending over, squeezing his cock firmly, desperately fighting to get control. ‘Don’t piss… don’t piss… don’t piss…’ he thought to himself, closing his eyes for a moment. All thoughts of professionalism were out of the window now. Somehow, with an almost superhuman effort, he managed to clamp off the flow. ‘Oh James… your trousers’ Mrs Jones said softly, her eyes on his crotch. He glanced down, and was shocked to see a large, glistening wet patch, emanating from the tip of his penis bulge and covering almost his entire thigh, slowly seeping down to his knee. He felt himself starting to leak yet again, and he knew then that he had reached the limits of his capacity. His plump, swollen bladder could stretch no more, and was now contracting, forcing him to let go ‘I’m so sorry, Mrs Jones... I can’t hold it anymore’ he muttered, defeated, looking down in embarrassment as a strong stream of pee forced its way out of his penis, gushing noisily into his trousers. Slowly, he let go of his cock and straightened up, uncrossing his legs. He knew that it was hopeless trying to hold on now that the floodgates had already opened. A torrent of urine cascaded down his inner thigh before running down his leg and into his sock, the pale grey material of his immaculately cut trousers quickly turning dark, clinging to him and glistening as it became drenched in his piss. He gasped softly with relief as he continued to wet himself, looking down and watching helplessly as one leg of his trousers became completely sodden, his socks now soaking wet as a puddle of urine began to grow around his feet on the tiled floor. After about a minute or so, James reached down and awkwardly manoeuvred his penis so that it was pointing down his other leg, still peeing forcefully. He was trying to get as much of it soaked into his trousers as possible, mindful of the ever-growing puddle around him. Neither James nor Mrs Jones spoke, the only sounds were the hissing and gushing of the urine which continued to soak into his trousers and socks, and his quiet gasps of relief as his bladder continued to empty with force. Finally, after what was only a couple of minutes but felt like an eternity to James, he finished wetting himself. ‘I’m so, so sorry, Mrs Jones. I can only apologise for my unprofessionalism’ he said softly, finally finding the courage to look up at her and meet her eye. ‘Oh James, it’s not your fault, there’s really no need for you to apologise. I can't believe that you lasted that long’ she replied, giving him a supportive smile. ‘Do you feel better now?’ she asked gently. ‘So much better’ he replied shyly, nodding. He was feeling incredibly, blissfully relieved after enduring an uncomfortably full bladder for so many hours. However, he was also intensely embarrassed, more so than ever before in his life. His cheeks had turned a deep shade of scarlet, and his mouth had become dry, a faint ringing in his ears. He felt totally humiliated and ashamed of himself. He had been so focused on maintaining his professionalism in front of his client, and now here he was in front of her, in the kitchen of a very expensive house, his trousers, boxers and socks completely drenched, standing helplessly in a huge puddle of pee. 'You must have had an awful lot in you, James’ she said sympathetically, casting her gaze over his sodden trousers and the puddle which had almost reached her feet. He nodded awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. He actually felt like he still needed to pee a little bit, but knew he would be OK to hold the rest until he could get to a toilet. James needed to focus now on cleaning up and changing his clothes, the problem was that he couldn’t actually move anywhere without walking a trail of pissy wet footprints through the house. ‘Do you have a change of clothes?’ Mrs Jones asked him, clearly noticing that he was pretty much trapped standing where he was. He nodded again. ‘Yes I do, Mrs Jones. I was planning on going to the gym after work, so my gym kit is in the boot of my car’ he answered, still incredibly embarrassed. ‘Would you like me to get it for you?’ she asked kindly, and he nodded, thanking her profusely. He stepped forwards to hand her his car keys, his soaking wet socks splashing noisily in the puddle around his feet. ‘There’s a towel in there as well, and some cleaning wipes. I think we’ll probably need them’ he said jokily, making her laugh. James tried his best to clean up, peeling off his soaking wet trousers and socks and drying himself off with his gym towel. Mrs Jones had found a large plastic bag in the boot of his car as well, which she held out for him as he awkwardly placed his wet clothes inside. He had also removed his suit jacket, shirt and tie, which Mrs Jones kindly held for him. He didn’t have spare boxers, so he had to dry the ones he was wearing as best as he could with the towel. James was still blushing, his heart pounding, very aware that he was standing directly in front of a female client while wearing nothing but a pair of soaking wet boxers. The damp cotton of his underwear clung to him and made the outline of his penis extremely obvious, and several times he had caught her looking. She would make eye contact and smile at him every time this happened, before quickly looking away. He didn’t mind, of course, and was secretly enjoying the fact that she was watching him so closely. After a few minutes, James had managed to get his boxers slightly drier, although still very damp. He then worked on mopping up the puddle as best he could with the towel, before cleaning the floor with the wipes and then quickly changing into his gym kit. 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, he was absolutely bursting for a pee again. Embarrassed, he had to quickly excuse himself and literally sprint to the loo which was fortunately close by, much to the amusement of Mrs Jones. James only just made it to the toilet in time, and he moaned loudly with relief as a torrent of piss poured out of him, his stream splashing loudly into the water below. He was pissing for a surprisingly long time, close to a minute, and he guessed that his bladder had been so agonisingly full when he’d wet himself that he hadn’t actually emptied it completely. Relieved once more, he returned to Mrs Jones who told him that her driver was about to arrive to pick her up. She made an appointment with him to view some more properties at the same time the following week, and left him with a kiss on the cheek and a knowing smile.
  14. Another text-to-speech POV audio file. This one takes place at a retail store. You are a desperate employee working at the register along with a co-worker who also has to pee. The two versions are essentially the same, with some slight wording changes in order to be told from the perspective of a man or woman. Feel free to leave a comment if you think it's good, bad, or mediocre. Or if you have any suggestions for other scenarios you'd like to see. I'm pretty limited in what I can produce given the resources available, but I'm open to new ideas. Store Clerk Accident - Male.mp3 Store Clerk Accident - Female.mp3
  15. 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!
  16. 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:
  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! ——————
  18. I had an exhilarating and very enjoyable wetting experience today, and thought I would share. It involved an on a whim decision to wet myself on a day and in a situation where I probably shouldn’t have, and in a very sneaky and exciting way. For reference, I’m a guy in my very early twenties, about 5’7 and 140 lbs. I work for the most part in an office but today had to do some field work, so I was outside in the heart of my city gathering traffic data this morning from 6:30 to 9:00. I walked from my apartment, with the plan to walk back to my car after 9:00 and drive Into the office. It was extremely cold today, so to combat the cold while I was outside, I wore six layers on top, and maybe more importantly, five layers in the bottom. Above my underwear (red boxer briefs), I put on two pairs of long John style pants, the bottoms more like a cotton children’s pajama pant and the top more of a felt ski legging style. Above that I wore some salmon colored shorts (I needed pockets) and finally dark green thick sweatpants to top it off. I drank my bottle of water slowly through the morning, and as it was getting close to the end of my shift I noticed a strong need to pee. I wasn’t by any means super desperate, but it was noticeable and beginning to get uncomfortable. The site I was at was right next to a sort of shopping center with like three stores. At the end of my shift, I went into the lobby to pack up and gather my stuff. I had been debating whether to try and hold it until work, but figured I would try to find a bathroom here. The two stores next to me were a cafeteria and an REI, which is like an outdoor sports store. Unfortunately neither were open. I found some security guards but they said there were no public bathrooms. So, I decided to make my way to my car, about a 20 minute walk, and drive to work, about a 20 minute drive, but couldn’t escape the simple thought in my head. “You’re wearing five layers down there, Ben.” It said. “No one would know if you peed yourself.” I crossed a busy street into the neighborhood and I was walking, i stopped to “check my phone”. As I did so, I relaxed and felt a burst of warmth enter my underwear, going around my balls and instantly alleviating the cold. I was hooked. As I walked, I pushed. I began to fall into a rhythm of counting seven strides, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and pushing the whole time. Pee would stream out slowly while my foot on the same side as my penis was back, and as that foot stepped forward, the stream would slow to a mere trickle. I stopped a few times as well to just relax and give myself, say, five or ten seconds to relax and let whatever happened happen. Because of all the bulk my pee stream never went full force. I checked myself throughout the walk to make sure nothing was coming through to my sweatpants. There was a little bit midway through my walk, but it was covered by my jacket. By the time I was nearing the end of my walk, I felt as if my bladder had emptied 50-70%, but more importantly, it was the urgent half. My bladder felt calm and, while not empty, barely alerting me to anything. I decided I would stop and half the rest to work. However, as I got to my car and turned it on to let it start warming up, the excitement was just too much. I pushed out a few nice long squeezed and then relaxed, letting my bladder empty on its own accord for a bit, then stopped, then started again. After a few minutes, my bladder was completely empty. I had fully wet myself, and was about to go to the office. I went to the bathroom again when I got to work and this time spent some time checking out the damage. My sweatpants looked completely dry, while my shorts were soaked and almost completely color changed. I spent the whole day at work in my wet clothes, though aside from small squirts here and there, did not add to the wetness, choosing instead to use the toilets. I did, however, drink more then usual throughout the day. It wasn’t planned, I was just extra thirsty. I had to go back to the job site from 3:30 to 6:00, and despite peeing before leaving, realized during my drive over that I had to go again. I parked right near the job site this time, and it didn’t take long for me to decide that I would be wetting again. I never let myself get that full, but I went through 15-30 minute cycles of pushing out/relaxing here and there, In rather large and daring squirts, until my bladder was empty, refilling on water, and starting again. Towards the end, some droplets became visible below my knee on my sweatpants, but it would not have been noticeable as pee. I mean, who pees from their knee? The kicker of this all was I wasn’t off the hook after my shift. I had to rush to a social group I’m part of for a meeting, and then I was hosting a social event that evening. When I decided to wet myself at the beginning, this was both a reason to do it and a reason to not. I didn’t even up wetting any more during this social event, but it was exciting and nerve racking ti be in a group of some of my best friends and some people I barely know, eating dinner and chatting and playing games, with 12 hour old and multiple times wet pants on. I quickly realized that there was definitely a smell, so I’m just hoping that no one smelled it, and if they did couldn’t tell what the smell was, and if they could, couldn’t figure out who it was. I finally made it back to my apartment and took a glorious shower. What a day it has been, full of excitement, fear, lack of self control, and craziness. I think I’m most impressed with how well my shirts contained wetness and how well the thick sweatpants kept from changing color and remained dry on the outside. It was a great experience, and I hope you all enjoyed it!
  19. Not my usual type of thing bc we know I LOVE a public spectacle but wtf, let's try this. It's a lil tame but I can be soft too . I was very horny. Like, overwhelmingly so. And frustrated and a little passive aggressive. I am the only one in my office, all day, every day. Thanks Rona! Ugh.Fingering and edging myself, chugging my usual gallon of water at work. I can't make a mess there. I like the night cleaning crew too much. But I was antsy and jumpy and writhing and when I was scanning something at the copy machine I couldn't take it anymore and had to run for it. I could feel myself spring a leak. Went running barefoot on the carpet, out the door, down the long public hallway and into the bathroom. Plopped down just as it all started gushing. I don't own a lot of knickers but I love my green cotton pisces panties. I am the quintessential Pisces. A blessing AND a curse... *I updated to add a pic of said Pisces panties on the floor next to my feet at work where they stayed while I sat bare bottomed and wet in my work chair*" InShot_20210918_194703220.mp4
  20. Bursting Bryony Bryony Higgins had so much whizzing through her mind. She’d spent the last three hours in a meeting sipping coffee throughout and listening intently to the financial difficulties and impending liquidation ahead if things didn’t improve soon in her company. She’d driven the two hours to HQ early morning to avoid traffic and enjoyed catching up with fellow area managers though she was well aware of the serious issues the company faced. Each of them left at midday with urgent bullet points of immediate improvement drilled into them. Bryony knew her job and the fate of hundreds of employees party rested on her ability to implement these action points with no time to spare. Gone were the days of elaborate work lunches and expensive coffees. Today had been basic tea and coffee and jugs of water and a rudimentary paper plate of cheap biscuits. Still Bryony had at least had plenty to drink and a couple of biscuits too. She pulled into the burger van in the industrial estate and picked up a hot roll and a can of cola and took ten minutes to eat and drink, reading over the briefing she had been issued with again. It was a sober call to action and even though the inevitable might still happen anyway Bryony was determined and motivated to do everything she could to have her area out perform even the best and most optimistic expectations. She made a few calls to some of the shops she oversaw and was even more concerned when two didn’t even bother answering. What if she had been a customer? Things needed to change right away and she brushed the crumbs from her straight black fitted dress and off her nylon tights and started her engine. The nearest shop in her area was just over an hour away. They were first on her hit list. She had to get every single shop to perform to their best and that started this afternoon. Traffic was as expected but what Bryony hadn’t expected was her body to start feeling increasingly uncomfortable as she drove. A familiar tingling between her legs made her cast her mind back to her day so far. When had she last used the ladies? Had she really not gone prior to leaving HQ? She always did as a matter of course but she had no recollection of doing so today. Grrr. This wasn’t in her plan. She had way too much she had to deal with and she wanted to get to the store in time to talk to all the staff and get things improved before closing. Tomorrow she had three other shops in her area to visit so it was imperative she reached and sorted this one today. She was in the right hand lane as she passed a sign for services, only one of which was on her route as motorways merged and spread ahead. It was in just one mile but a combination of heavy traffic to negotiate through and the time implications of pulling over, parking and using the bathroom all combined to persuade Bryony to keep on driving. She could use the bathroom at the shop on arrival anyway and she was just half an hour away now. She bit her lip and carried on. Bryony couldn’t help but talk to herself a little as she approached the town centre finally. ‘Oh I should have peed before I left. Come on lights!’ Her dress seemed suddenly much tighter, her lower stomach pushing out making her look a little pregnant. ‘Too much cola and coffee’ Bryony moaned as she rubbed her bladder at yet another set of traffic lights. She tapped her foot and fidgeted in her seat. ‘Oh come on. I’m bursting for the toilet!’ She pulled in finally into the small staff car park, flustered with her need to pee and an annoyance at how badly the staff had parked their cars. ‘Abandoned more like’ she said to herself as she opened the drivers door and stood up for the first time in an hour and a half. Gravity seemed to push the entire contents of her bladder towards her urethra which tingled constantly. She crossed her legs and shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to another on her high heeled shoes before pressing to lock her car and putting her hand bag on her arm. Staff clearly were not expecting her unannounced visit as Bryony could quickly tell. The shop was steady but the shelves had gaps, the music was too loud, the posters looked tired and the queues...adrenaline swept through Bryony as she walked in aghast at her first impressions. She hardly had her foot over the threshold when a customer approached her. She so longed to go to the bathroom first but negotiating even through the store in this state wasn’t going to be easy and she dreaded to think what state the storeroom and bathroom might be like! She pushed her thighs together and bent forward as the customer, clearly seeing the company badge on her dress, asked her for guidance. Every sale mattered, now more than ever so Bryony took the customer to find what she wanted, negotiating through a long slow queue of customers in the process. Once sorted Bryony walked up to the checkouts and demanded to know what was going on. ‘Ann, what’s happening? We need this sorted now! Get staff on the tills now. Then when that calms I need stock out, this shop tidied and for goodness sake turn down that music so you can hear me!’ ‘ But we’re all on the tills. Wayne’s sick and there’s only myself and Mike in. It’s been manic today.’ Bryony pushed through the crowds to get behind the checkout, pushing her handbag under the counter while simultaneously logging into the first free till to clear the queue, all the time her legs moving and dancing as her body tried keeping the huge torrent of excess liquid inside her. From the customer side she looked efficient, professional and smart yet behind the till Bryony was so bursting now she couldn’t stand still. She bounced her knees, rubbed one leg on the other up and down, bend a little and accidentally stood on Mike’s toes! Mike looked at her though nothing was said. Ten minutes later the queue was slowly easing but Bryony’s need was increasing by the second. She was serving a customer when a strong urge came and her hand grabbed at her dress. She wasn’t so much moving subtly now it was more of a full on obvious bursting dance. Bryony was about to burst! She handed the receipt to the customer and grabbing her handbag she shuffled out of the till area before the inevitable happened. She threw her bag over her shoulder and headed to the back of the shop and into the store area as urgently as her clicking high heels would let her. Her heart raced, sweat forming on her face and her body pushing strongly against her, she grabbed between her legs, now out of sight from customers, and ran down stairs to the small staff toilet and kitchenette. Bryony couldn’t recall ever feeling this bursting ever before. Her underwear was damp as she felt leaks trickling out even as she pulled her dress up at both sides and tugged at her tights and knickers. Her bottom only vaguely over the filthy loo , her clothes only millimetres away and the gush began. Bryony gasped. Then she sighed. Then she laughed. Her day began because her company had an emergency and here she was having an emergency of her own. The company had a lot of work ahead and Bryony vowed to work on her bladder every bit as much. She had come close to her own liquidation and only just avoided it now she planned to achieve the same with her work. She had too much to do to risk getting this bursting again and tomorrow she promised herself she would hold on all day.
  21. Found this on PH, I haven't seen it here before: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5cf55c684125a
  22. "Okay, I did what you asked earlier" the voice of my girlfriend Shino pulls me away from my laptop. I hear her close the front door to the apartment and hang her coat up." I enter the hallway from where I was relaxing in the living room; I was pleased to see Shino had changed out of her store uniform before she got here. She was in her normal attire now. Plaited skirt, white button-up shirt and a thin silk scarf around her neck, her clothes nearly as beautiful as she is. "Hey Shino, how was your shift?" I play innocent, knowing it will get her riled up; I reach out to hug her like always. "Not very comfortable, Tanaka" she scoffs, "and you know perfectly well why." "What do you mean darling? I don't know what you are talking about." I give her a playful grin as she accepts my hug. "Hhhhhmph, stop playing dumb you idiot" she pierces me with a glare. In response, I hug harder, making sure most of the force goes into her swollen bladder. It was like I could feel the shockwave go through her body, her cheeks went bright red and eyes wide. "Don't do that so hard or I'll...erm" she stumbled on her words, not wanting to say what I wanted her to say out loud. I knew it would be hard for her to blurt out, the embarrassment would be terrible, but I knew she could do it; all she needed was a bit more encouragement. "Come on, Shino, you know you can confide anything in me." My grip tightens in small increments as I spoke. Remember that night on the waterfront? The waves were splashing up on the beach, and the cool water was hitting our feet as we sat in the damp sand. We promised to each other that night to tell each other what our problems were." Shino looked me in the eyes, her expression unimpressed "You brought that night up just to talk about water, didn't you?" This time I tripped on my words a bit "Welllllll I. yeah you don't buy my bullshit, huh?" Shino giggled softly "Not one bit." We broke our hug, and she moved past me; hobbling straight for the bathroom. "Hey, wait up Shino" I called after her before jogging to her side. "What about the teasing, the holding and other stuff?" She had her head down, her long jet black hair obscuring her face. As much as I wanted to do all that stuff for you Tanka, I just can't hold it much longer. You fake wanted to know why my shift was uncomfortable? I'll tell you why." She then began a detailed list of the day. "9:45 am this morning I took my morning piss, a long hard stream after my bladder had kept urine locked in all night. 10 am: after drinking 500ml, at your instruction, I headed for my 6-hour shift. Every hour I drank 250ml as you asked me to. At hour number 4, I decided to do something to surprise you; I doubled my intake. That was a huge fuck up on my part Tanaka. I had to hide my desperation throughout the rest of the shift." "My bladder was like a giant water balloon. Press too hard on it, and it would pop. I would have soaked my black work trousers in the middle of the store. A urine puddle the size of lake Niagra spread around my soaking wet sneakers. I felt the weight of all that pent up pee pushing on my pee hole, an ocean worth of pressure desperate to burst out of my pussy. It was like I was holding a glass vase on ice, one wrong move and my bladder control would shatter. My sphincter was on overdrive to keep me from spurtings. I knew if I even so much as let a drop leave my bladder that would be the end of it. A leak would turn into a firehose stream in a matter of seconds as my poor bladder releases its firey hot contents. And during this torture, I could hardly do anything. I talked to customers over the counter with my legs crossed so tightly I lost feeling in them. My crotch felt like it was on fire. When I rubbed my thighs together, it felt so confusing. Partially it felt like my vagina was about to explode with a forceful piss, partially it felt like I was about to cum all over myself and then feel the relief of a monster-sized piss. Honestly, I'm not sure which would feel better." If the bulge in my pants did not give away how excited Shino's description made me feel nothing would. "So-o-o how weren't you beside yourself with desperation at the door?" Shino reached into her skirt pockets and pulled out what I can only describe as my wildest fantasy. Her white panties, soaked through. They were so wet they were see-through, she squeezed them hard. A rainfall like stream of clear liquid fell to the laminated floor. She pointed at the front door "Might wanna clean the outside balcony a bit before someone sees the mess." I was cognizant as she said that, I think I just groaned in response. "I'm just gonna wash my hands quickly." She then ducked into the bathroom. "Oh by the way" I hear her call from inside "be a little bit more with it once you are done, Tanaka. I got quite excited from doing this, so I'm gonna need some help with that." "I love you too" was my blurted response. I grabbed a bowl and some soapy water from the kitchen, slightly scared to see how big Shino's puddle was.
  23. I went to an outdoor activity centre this weekend and had a nice desperation sighting. One of the activities involved riding an ex-military transport to the top of a very large quarry before riding down a race track on karts. It took about 10 minutes to get up to the top and when I was up there I noticed that there were no toilet facilities at all. Before starting the ride down, we had a safety briefing from one of the workers, an attractive young woman aged around 25 wearing tight hiking trousers, a hoody and hiking boots. As she talked, I noticed that she could not stand still at all and was constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot, jiggling a bit and kicking the heel of her boot against the toe of the other one, alternating this little dance with each foot. This little foot kicking movement allowed her to cross her thighs slightly without being too obvious about what she was doing. I wondered if she needed to pee, as we were the last group of the day and she would have been up here without a toilet for hours. She kept up the little dance during the line up for the descent and before each rider went down, she did another short individual briefing, fidgeting constantly. One of the riders said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards on the spot for a moment with her hands between her thighs before quickly straightening and resuming her fidgeting. We paid for 2 rides so after the first ride down, we got back into the transport vehicle and once all the riders were on board we went back up to the top. Sure enough, the woman was still there doing the briefings and she was now dancing more than ever, clearly dying for a wee but couldn't leave until our group had finished our second ride. I wondered just how long she would have to wait before finally being able to go down the quarry back to the main area where the toilets are.
  24. Um. Brand spankin new here. Am I even doing this right??!! Well, here goes.... I make myself drink 12-16 glasses of water at work daily. Primarily because it's good for me but some days, depending on how I'm feeling, I will chug that water hoping that I can catch lightning in a bottle. In this case I worked late and it was already running down my leg by the time I made it out to the work garage. I purposely park my car in a way that could capture any shenanigans I might find myself lucky enough to endure. I prefer a publicish place but beggars can't be choosers and I really needed this accident. InShot_20210720_183209611.mp4
  25. So I've been nervous about wearing a diaper to work and I finally did it today. I poured a few globs of baby lotion scented on my baby parts below. I wore Bambinos Teddy 2.0. I work at a grocery store in curbside and I worked a shorter shift today. I not only have to shop for people placing orders online, but I also have to answer questions that customers might have while they are in the store in person. I was worried that somebody I work with would notice that I was wearing because of the padding in the front and back under my jeans, but nobody gave me any looks or said anything. I wanted to stay dry until close to the time that I was leaving and just see how long I could hold it for. I worked 4 hours today and by the time where I had an hour and a half left, I just couldn't hold it anymore. I tried to pee in the diaper in multiple session and this was the only diaper I had on me, so I couldn't just change into another one. I folded the top of the front and back of the diaper, just a little, so it wouldn't stick out of my jeans and I would sometimes pull my jeans up higher as the diaper would get a little heavier throughout the multiple wettings. I was worried the diaper would leak, but it didn't and I didn't wear a stuffer either. Never tried them before. I drove back home hoping that the diaper wouldn't leak not only on my jeans, but also on the seat of my car, but it didn't. I was peeing a little bit outside as I was leaving too. Update: Looks like I messed a little bit too in my diaper. I knew I had to go, but I thought it was just a fart. Luckily it wasn't a log or anything, just a spot or two, but it didn't really smell and with everyone wearing masks in the store I doubt they smelled it either.
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