Cupcakes85 294 Posted February 7, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted February 7, 2021 I simply haven't been able to get this story to feel like the series it was intended for in my published works on smashwords, but I didn't want it to go to waste so I decided to share it here! Thea Gardner is a young woman having a very unfortunate evening, but it goes from bad to worse when she bumps into her boss while desperate to pee! Can she get what she needs from her office before things get dire? Can she keep her very pressing needs secret? Find out as I post the whole story over the next few days! Your comments might just influence where things go! Luck was rarely on my side, but even by my usual standards of misfortune this had morphed into a particularly unpleasant day, enough so that I couldn't help but wonder what I'd done to earn the ire of the universe on a Friday. On edge to avoid even more mishaps, I tried to keep my nerves from spooking me as I inched my car further up the dark parking garage ramp, so jittery that every shadow seemed to harbor something insidious. Even during the day I was paranoid about navigating the creepy cement structure, so it was predictable that darkness would make it worse, but in my current state it was probably the scariest place I'd ever seen. Of course, it would have all been more bearable, perhaps only mildly off putting, if I wasn't so desperate to pee. Keeping my legs locked together whilst putting gentle pressure on the accelerator was no easy task, but the benefit of having even the tiniest bit of aid holding it in made the struggle worth it, especially with my anxiety making it so much harder to relax in any capacity. Fear had me clenched up tight enough to make the swell of my bladder throb in time to every beat of my heart. I was almost as furious at myself for drinking the three cans of juice that had filled it as I was for forgetting my credit card in my office, the stupid decision that had led to me being here now. At least the former dumb move hardly would have been an issue if I had just taken stock of the essentials in my purse before hurrying home. Had I been that careful I'd still be at my apartment now, relaxing after a much needed pee and waiting on my delivery to arrive... Knowing what I was missing only made my bad luck feel like more of a punishment for my recklessness. My name was a welcome beacon in the darkness, though the bright yellow Thea Gardner hardly stood out over my parking spot as little more than a faint flicker. Still, I parked with expedience, uncertain if my window of opportunity was limited. When did this place lock on the weekends? Hopefully not until later, because if I couldn't get inside and find my card I'd have no choice but to shut down and replace it to avoid theft. As I had no intention of wasting a weekend on the phone, I made speed my prerogative. Hurrying in any way was much easier said than done though. Wincing as I unbuckled myself, I pressed a firm hand against the front of my flowy white skirt. Ordinarily it was a favorite piece of my wardrobe, owing to how soft and comfortable it was as it loosely hugged my hips, but at present it was anything but. At the moment it felt a great deal tighter around my waist than it ever had. All but squished beneath the loop, my bladder made a point to protest the lack of room every time I moved. Whimpering as I left the seat and hobbled into a standing position in my little tan heeled sandals, I struggled to rise any higher than a stoop with so little room inside of me to stretch, my legs squeezed together as I held my car door for support. Without an audience to worry about, I didn't feel at all shameful shoving my spare hand into my crotch, my delicate fingers jamming themselves against the entrance as I used my hip to bump the car door shut. Clicking the button on my keys to lock it behind me, I took a breath of preparation to steady my nerves, and waddled straight for the employee entrance. It didn't take a lot of brainpower to know that getting out of here as fast as possible was in my best interest. A petite blond woman without the ability to run had little to gain from lingering in a dark garage, even one for an upscale stock transfer firm, and thus I wanted to be on my way out as soon as possible. It would be safest for me as well as my panties to do so. Whining just a little in my pain, I kept my guarding hand between my legs as I shuffled my way to the elevators I could only pray were unlocked. If they had yet to close and were still running full service... well, then there was a fairly good chance I was going to be able to make it to my office and back without any further issue. Fate willing, the bathrooms on my floor might even be open for use! I could take care of two very pressing issues at once and head home to relax. Interlocking my legs once I arrived at the security panel, I prayed to every force in the universe before pressing the button, knowing that the quality of my entire weekend hinged on whether or not I got a response. It was impossible not to berate myself one last time for rushing home and deciding that the best way to use my free time was to goof off and down a bunch of my favorite fruit juices whilst I did so... I'd been so lost in my own decadence I hadn't even noticed my desperation until I was rushing out the door to retrieve my card! In a rare show of mercy from the universe, the elevator pinged its ascension when I tapped the button, taking a load off my graceful shoulders so quickly they visibly slackened. Powerful lifts hummed behind the doors without delay, making me sigh in relief even as I remained in my guarded position to hold my pee, endlessly thankful for the good fortune that had smiled down on me for once. Granted, the liquid sloshing inside of me didn't just dissapear once one problem was solved. Every moment marked a gradual increase in desperation as the lift sped my way, encouraging me to take the limited but mostly sufficient amount of time to plan every step I would take. At last the elevator cabin locked into place, banishing terrible thoughts as I prepared to hop inside the moment the doors slid open... Only to be confronted by a blur of red and a terrifying shout of alarm behind the doors that sent me into full panic. "Eek!" I cried out helplessly, stumbling backwards with a hand in my crotch and almost falling flat on my ass in the frenzy. A solid cement wall at my back saved me from tumbling but also left me no further room to retreat, not that my legs could have carried me far. Heat in my panties spurred me to keep them locked tight despite the instinct to run, and I froze before the unexpected occupant like a deer in headlights. My eyes stung in the light of the elevator so badly I couldn't see little more than their blurry silhouette amongst the blinding whiteness. "Thea!?" A familiar voice said just as the stranger stepped forth, their appearance growing much clearer as the primary light fell behind them. Bright red hair on a tall female figure immediately brought me out of my panic, allowing me to recognize a body that I would have struggled to misidentify. Freya Quinn, my boss and an exceptionally high figure in the company, as well as my hopeless crush, stood before me with an equally frightened expression. It was a far sight from her usual upbeat smile, especially with her fraught expression showing we'd obviously scared each other something fierce. Somehow she managed to radiate authority even when spooked, her wide eyes relaxing as she sized me up and her face returning to one of in control calm. It was a talent I had little capacity to appreciate as I usually would, thanks to my combination of surprise and desperation. Whether her arrival could have possibly been any more inconvenient was a debate I had no time to attempt before she spoke. "What are you doing here?! I thought you went home hours ago." Words were always tough around Freya, but in that moment it seemed as if I'd forgotten how to speak at all. While her gorgeous body had the ability to tie the tongues of total strangers, I was pathetically smitten with her body and soul, and was overwhelmed enough by surprise and desperation alone to be rendered speechless. Such inconvenient silence was something I at least had experience with when it came to Freya. Finding my voice, I was flustered enough by the circumstances that I had to force myself just to squeak out the simple and honest truth. "I was! That is... I did! I... I was ordering something to eat at home when I realized I left my credit card in my office. I came back to get it." Freya put a hand on her ample chest and sighed in relief. The purse in her hand was lowered back down to her side, and I realized in a flash it had likely been lifted to swing when she'd briefly thought I was a threat. Considering I had probably scared her near to getting a punch from her bag, it wasn't surprising that my mundane answer was a welcome anticlimactic explanation, though for my part I was still far from relaxing with my current predicament. "Oh, is that all? Goodness, you almost gave me a heart attack..." And you almost made me pee myself! I thought on reflex, not angry at her but still so shocked from the scare in my delicate state that it was impossible not to be on edge. Had I not been the type of person to keep an almost paranoid hold on my bladder, that little jump could have resulted in a very humiliating show for the woman whose approval I craved more than anything. Just the thought of such embarrassment made my mind switch topics of its own volition to something more casual. Occupying myself with getting loose blond hairs out of my face and tucked behind my ear, I tried to think of a way to move on from this little encounter with as little lingering awkwardness as possible, hoping that nearly getting clocked by a purse wouldn't color our relationship in the future. "I just finished a late night, but the doors shouldn't lock for another fifteen minutes or so, and even if they do, I have a master key." Freya said without another word on my part, probably thinking I'd just been startled into scared silence as she moved back into the elevator. All at once the offer surprised, terrified and delighted me. Watching her hold the door open, I found myself completely unable to move from the spot. On one hand this beautiful woman was offering me an act of unparalleled chivalry, and the very thought of that ordinarily would have inspired a lovely fantasy to play with over and over again in my bedroom, but right now I had a very pressing issue that I never wanted her to discover. My hesitation only drew a kind smile and an outstretched hand of invitation. "Come on, we can go grab your card together." "Oh, you don't have to trouble yourself. It's my own stupid fault I forgot it." I replied as politely as I could, recovering enough to stand tall and remove my hand from my crotch in a way that made it look like I was just adjusting myself. Despite the discomfort it caused to lose the support I kept my face neutral. If at all possible, I wanted to get this done independently and without a fuss, and then put the whole thing behind us without another word. Mostly because the image of forgetting my credit card was not a good one even without the aching need for a bathroom. To my hidden mortification, she waved her hand and dismissed my concerns. "Don't worry about it. I've got nowhere to be and this place is a lot less creepy with company. Besides; I'd hate for you to end up stuck inside if you get delayed." That last point ended any potential arguments before they could leave my mouth. As uncomfortable and risky as it would be having her close while so preoccupied, the thought of getting trapped in my workplace overnight was a nightmare of another level. Nothing frightened me more than the image of being locked in and alone, so as awful as I was certain hiding my need to pee would be, it certainly beat out a whole night by myself in a creepy corporate building. Especially one with potentially locked toilets... "Well if... if it's no bother..." I said as my mind finalized the decision it had to make, my feet finding their balance to hide my previous waddle as I committed to enduring the lesser of two evils. Smiling with as much enthusiasm as I could muster, I took my spot in the elevator opposite her, putting a length of distance between us to better hide my desperation. Hopefully she would think I was just respecting her personal space and not trying to be rude. Fully aware of my bladder complaining every second it wasn't relieved, I kept my smiling mask and spoke cheerfully. "I definitely wouldn't mind a little help!" Freya beamed with delight upon hearing my decision. "Perfect. Floor five then, your office isn't too far from mine." she said with confidence, making my heart sing a happy note upon hearing her accurately recall the distance. I had to force back a goofy smile; she actually sounded happy we worked so close, and she knew it right off the top of her head! It was an impossibly silly thing to celebrate, of course, being that we were on a team and coordinated with each other often... But none of that logic made me feel any less good to see her key in the number. Leaning just a tad to swipe her card in the panel, her long and wavy red hair spilled over her shoulders as if to tease my affections, the gorgeous locks flashing orange even in the artificial elevator light. Tall as she was, it took her a moment to tap in her information, and despite having just a few seconds to wait I forgot myself and stared. Few people would have blamed me for being hypnotized; towering over a good portion of our coworkers and curvaceous in a way that typically required a corset to achieve, her thick frame brought out the most primal parts of one's being. Wide hips and an immense chest met in a waistline that cut in for a picture perfect hourglass, resulting in a silhouette so striking it made you wonder why she wasn't a model with such mesmerizing beauty. Even my shy self couldn't help but submit to the desires created by her bewitching good looks, no matter if my feelings were hopelessly one sided. "Really glad I decided to stay a little longer today! I'd hate to think of you here all alone." Freya said with a turn of her head in my direction, forcing my face to tilt upwards in a flash to hide my staring. I knew such ogling was rude, but I struggled with etiquette whenever she came close, despite all my practice keeping impropriety in check. Being in an elevator with an uncomfortable need to pee was a new factor to contend with. "It'd be my own fault. I managed to forget one of the only things I can't go without!" I replied quickly, burying any hint of my mortification behind a well rehearsed mask of polite enthusiasm. Despite my longing for connection, I had become so accustomed to disorganized thoughts around her I'd developed quick reflexes to save myself in situations like this one. Being caught off guard would surely result in my fluff addled brain spouting gibberish. It occurred to my horrified self that, per my own foolishness, I probably was more at risk of slipping up on that front than ever before. Beneath my pretty white skirt my pussy was pulsing in constant, insistent reminders every few seconds to communicate my need for a bathroom, and my mind was in no way unaffected. If anything, the feelings she stirred within me were only threatening to blend with my desperation. Smiling at my words and heedless to my struggle, my boss leaned back against a railing, her freckled nose wrinkling as her expression shifted to ponderance for a moment. Too weak to resist, I slipped right back into my trance, admiring her beautiful blue top as we descended in silence. It was a deep and rich color, somewhat akin to navy, and it was beautifully tailored to her curves. Had my brain been less scrambled I would have loved to compliment her style, but the opportunity faded when she broke the silence first. "I have a feeling you may have left it behind in a hurry to get home, hm?" Hearing her sudden "guess" was like watching someone tell the future, and an unfortunate one at that. Based on the carelessness I'd displayed to start this whole mess, was she assuming I'd been lazy and forgetful enough to lose something important? A rush of anxiety squeezed my bladder like a vice, drawing attention to a wetness I prayed was sweat as I rushed to save my image. "N-not in a rush! I would never-" "Sweetheart, we're off the clock, you don't have to lie to me. Everyone loves getting out early for the weekend." Freya said, cutting me off with firm but reassuring words and another playful handwave. Hearing the "sweetheart" threw me for enough of a delightful loop to briefly banish all complex thought. I knew she preferred honesty and relaxed informality, but being on the receiving end... In an almost tortuous whiplash, my body surged to giddy heights from the previous depths of its previous worry, and the parts of me under stress felt the shift most intensely. Tingling lips beneath my panties made me wish strongly for something to rub them against, but I was still in enough control to immediately quash the urge. Instead I smiled politely at her welcome reassurance and waited for her to continue. "Believe me, I've been working here long enough to know people leave as soon as they can. I can't even begin to count how many mad dashes I've had to make back to this office after forgetting something in my own rush for the exit." Freya was skilled at setting a chill atmosphere through her openness, making it easy for me to relax and forget we weren't just having a chat in the elevator on our way in for the day. It simply seemed far too relaxed for us to be the only two left in the whole building before it closed for the weekend. Still, I happily took the mood over my previous panic, especially as it was a great way to distract myself from inconvenient urges. A firm but subtle squish of my backside into the elevator railing allowed me to hold it with little enough effort, making it much easier to resist the urge to squirm. Feigning comfort didn't eliminate my problem though, especially as I felt the cold railing against my pussy and how it blocked the exit like a dam built before a waterfall. Thankfully just enough mindfulness remained for me to keep talking. "If it had been anything else I would have left it, but I really don't want to have to replace it or risk it being hacked, you know?" "Absolutely! I know I can't enjoy myself with something like that hanging over my head, and I don't let much get between me and my spring Saturdays. I couldn't even resist wearing this outfit just to celebrate the season change. Are you going to take advantage of the beautiful weather we've got coming in?" she said as we pinged down another floor, enticing me with an innocent enough question. The hug of her skirt and the brilliant blue of her top, which contrasted beautifully against the pale skin of her heaving breasts, took my thoughts to less than pure destinations for a single glorious instant. Oh, what I wouldn't give- A small bump in the elevator's descent shocked my full bladder with enough force to knock me out of fantasizing, thankfully before I could get lost or do anything I'd otherwise regret. "Mostly just relaxing. I've been looking forward to some me time with tax season in full swing..." I replied with just a touch of strain in my voice. That little bounce had made it clear I was reaching some concerning levels of desperation, ones which would require me to be quite careful if I wanted to avoid any incidents. Knowing the key to that was saving time, I committed to moving the second we reached our floor, well aware that any kind of delay would cost me dearly. Not that there was any chance I'd ever let something happen, of course! Freya put her hand to her chest at my mention of tax season, more for dramatic effect than anything else. "Oh, you're preaching to the choir..." she sighed in total agreement, her calm demeanor giving me a touch of relief to see my lackluster acting was still working. Between my locked thighs and infatuation, I had plenty reason to be worried, particularly with her current outfit making it so hard to ignore her assets. Even the hand so playfully held to her chest tempted me by drawing attention to how ideal my height was, as a simple friendly hug would have put my face right between her breasts. In the midst of a thousand yard stare at this revelation my eyes caught her looking me over with a pondering expression on her face, and I was drawn from the heaven of my imagination. I'd done it again! A barren corner of the elevator suddenly became of great interest, and as I looked away I pressed myself hard against the railing at my behind, clamping down when my shame sent heat surging to places I didn't need the extra stimulation. My throat went dry as she suddenly spoke up, and for an instant I was left fearing I'd been caught this time in my uncontrollable staring, all despite managing to avoid detection so many other times. "But I can tell you've been working hard. You didn't even have a chance to change out of work clothes, you must have been exhausted when you got home!" I had to blink in total bewilderment while I processed her heartfelt sympathy. The presumption was unintentionally quite flattering; she thought highly enough of me that she had mistaken my laziness for hard earned weariness. A surge of unbidden heat tingled my pussy and threatened to relax the tightly clenched exit, forcing me to push down hard on my lips to keep my unwanted arousal from opening the floodgates. I was only in my office clothes because I'd been too comfortable to change, as the moment I'd gotten home I'd dumped my whole self on the couch and started binging. In the hours that followed I had only gotten up to grab some drinks, the very same plaguing my bladder now, and had I not needed my card for the delivery order I'd tried to make I'd probably still be lazing around right now. That was one more thing I could never tell her. "Yeah I... I was super tired, so I didn't change." I said in a mumble of lame agreement, mortified to think back on how my indulgence had caused all of this. If only I'd been diligent enough to realize I had to pee before running back here, or had the control to prevent myself from drinking so much in the first place, or if I had just been smart enough not to forget my damn credit card... The elevator shifted a fraction before stopping at our destination, giving me some relief with the sign that the better part of the ordeal was over. Though in fairness, the word ordeal only rather loosely fit despite the discomfort, as getting time with the lovely woman escorting me was never without benefits. Had I not been in such a pressing need for a toilet running into her would have been a delightful surprise. "Here we are! Sorry, I can't turn on any additional lights, once they're off for the weekend they stay off." Freya said as the doors opened to our floor, revealing the rather standard layout of cubicles that led back to more traditional rooms and offices, creating a mixed look of open and closed space. Everything was still and quiet in total contrast to the bustle of business hours, filling me with a touch of fear at the sight of the now unrecognizable and otherworldly space that stretched out into near total darkness. Even the world outside the windows seemed uncharacteristically dark. Gulping down juvenile fears, I put on a smile as I realized I wouldn't have to do this alone. dudebro00, ThatOneWeirdo, arg08 and 5 others 6 1 1 Quote Link to comment
Foxlover 989 Posted February 7, 2021 Share Posted February 7, 2021 Well I thoroughly enjoyed that chapter, can’t wait for the next! Cupcakes85 1 Quote Link to comment
Cupcakes85 294 Posted February 7, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 7, 2021 Here's chapter two! As she grows more desperate, so does Thea's situation! "That's okay, I know the way by now." I said honestly, having walked to my office so many mornings in a sluggish daze that the path was inlaid in my subconscious by now. Wincing as I left the railing behind, I took quick but short steps to keep the pressure low as I left the elevator, a gait that was close enough to my usual shy movements it wouldn't call any attention. Walking in heels was extra awkward and uncomfortable though, especially with every step making my bladder bounce just a bit inside of me. I doubted I'd ever look at my favorite fruit juice blend the same way as before, delicious strawberry mix aside, now that I'd felt the full weight of them in such an inconvenient moment. Good God, the swell of my bladder felt as solid as a rock within me... "Gosh it's so dark in here now... Working late is so much less creepy with good lighting!" Freya said a little after the elevator had closed, taking its light with it to leave us in even more total darkness. A touch of renewed fear made my need to pee somehow even worse, the instinctive coiling of every part of my body mixing quite poorly with the parts of me that really needed there to be no additional tension. Sweat became perceptible between the gap of my thighs when a painfully obvious solution all but smacked me in the face. "Wait, I have my phone, duh!" I said out loud as I popped said device from my purse, finding the immediate relief of light to be a godsend down low. Freya made a noise of approval as I clicked on the flashlight, bringing a brilliant surge of light from the tiny LED that turned the darkness into far less of an imperceptible blanket. After a second of easier navigation I heard her snicker at my side, something that was quickly explained by a voice so laden with mock admonishment I had to turn my head in confusion even before she'd finished speaking. "You millennials, always bringing out your phones..." Snorting in genuine surprise at the out of nowhere quip, I giggled much harder than I usually would have thanks to the combined absurdity of the comment, the location, and the person saying it. A painful spasm in my bladder was well worth the levity, and in the bright white light of my phone I saw her eyes twinkling with almost juvenile delight at her silliness. It was especially silly when one knew that Freya hardly had any reservations about phone use even while in the office, and only hesitated to use hers because she was a little older and hadn't grown up with them, though her looks would never allow one to guess she wasn't a millennial herself. With the lightness of her little joke I felt even more grateful for her company, and was quite surprised by how quickly we arrived at my window adjacent cubicle. "Here we are!" I said cheerily, shining my light into the thankfully tidy workspace. Showing off my organization skills was never off the table for me, even in moments like this one, and I took care to sweep the light over my spotless desk to highlight the lack of clutter. It was the lack of something else that turned my mood to confusion in an instant. Stepping inside, I swept the length of my desk with my light once more, certain that I must have just missed what I knew had to be there. Nothing but an empty tabletop stretched from corner to corner, without a single instance of the telltale plastic shine I had been so certain would greet me upon my arrival. Confusion turned to panic as I approached the desk to look with more intense scrutiny, hiding my growing unease under a veneer of calm lest I give away that I should have already found what I needed. Pounding blood in my ears made me dizzy as I scanned like a ravenous hawk looking for prey, my eyes darting over every solid inch of space whilst my heart hammered in my chest. The throbbing of my pulse became perceptible in the increasingly damp confines of my panties, where I could feel just the faintest hint of a tickling right outside my overburdened urethra, as if the panic was seeping into my muscles to make holding that much harder. Between that and the fact that my credit card was potentially stolen I couldn't hold back a soft sound of fear when I expanded my search to the floor. "What's wrong?" Freya said from the doorway, adding the additional humiliation of having an audience to my list of already overwhelming troubles. There was hardly enough computing power left in my brain to formulate a lie with all of my thoughts focused either on the desperate search or my increasingly pained pussy. It was agony to bend over with my bladder as full as it was, but with still nothing turning up I had to take the chance on the slim possibility the card had been knocked underneath something during my hasty exit. In the darkness I crammed a hand down low as I dropped to my knees, ass facing upwards in a shameless display I was too distracted to tone down, even as I crawled about and sent my white skirt bouncing at the apex of every spastic step. "J-just a second..." I stuttered between thinly pressed lips, finding nothing and growing more certain by the second my card was nowhere to be found. Unfortunately I had no ability to even ponder where it could be now, as thinking in any kind of depth was well beyond my panicked mind's capabilities. All of this frenzy was greatly increasing my already pressing need for a bathroom, turning it from uncomfortable to uncontrollable and making it quite clear I had a very real limit on the amount of time I had left. None of this made it past my mouth as I kept searching in a vain effort for what I knew wasn't going to be there. "I um... I know I left it here..." Freya made a soft sound of concern from behind me, where my butt was still bouncing with every hobbled crawl, ample cheeks jiggling hard under the soft tent of my skirt. I was heedless to the fact I was giving her a show even when she blurted out something in realization. "Oh, did you leave it on your desk?" "Y-yes?" I replied without needing to think, confused enough by the query that I turned around and directed my phone light in her general direction. Sitting back on my heels to keep a hand secure but hidden between my thighs, I had to crane my neck back to look up at her in the doorway, and was briefly distracted from my agony as I beheld her from such an angle. From my spot on the floor her height was overwhelming. Smiling with the delight of someone bearing very good news, Freya looked down at me like a merciful goddess from atop her heels, heaving chest almost blocking off a portion of her face thanks to my current perspective. My pain was nonexistent and my jaw slack as I looked up at her like an awestruck worshipper. "There's a good chance it got taken to lost and found then! Important things left in the open are picked up by janitors and dropped off there for safekeeping." The news was a much needed second chance for things to actually work out the way I'd originally hoped. If my card could still be found and easily retrieved, then I had the chance to grab it quickly and get out of here before nature inevitably called. Invigorated enough to regain a far more secure hold on my bladder, I stood back up on my heels with only a tiny wobble. "Where's the lost and found?" I asked quickly, feeling a great ocean inside of me slosh just from the shift back to a standing posture. Defiant with my newfound hope, I didn't even wince to acknowledge it as the liquid settled back to pressing down on my pussy, throbbing against the exit as it had before. I wouldn't allow it to hold me under its control while there was still hope. "Second floor, and I have access to the locker they keep things in. Usually you have to file a claim, but I trust you." Freya replied, taking her card out in preparation as I left my little cubicle to join her. "Thanks! Let's hurry!" I said as I took the lead, grateful for the new information but not at all willing to deal with my discomfort a moment longer than necessary. At this point I could say without a doubt I'd never had to pee so badly in my entire life. Remembering that my companion had no idea about that, I quickly offered a joking explanation to justify my rapid steps, tossing a look over my shoulder I prayed was relaxed but cheery. "The dark is, uh, super creepy!" "No kidding, I can't believe how different it looks from the day!" Came the easy reply, the other woman keeping pace with me easily thanks to her much longer legs. Just one graceful stride ate up a number of my less than confident steps. In the quiet following her response I took a glance in her direction, suddenly more aware than ever how grateful I was she'd made the offer to accompany me, and how fortunate I was to have her here with me now. Without her I never would have thought of the lost and found. What would have happened to me if I hadn't run into her before coming down? Would I have been left to search alone in the dark until the locks engaged? The very thought of facing this darkness alone, without her warm and comforting presence to guide me... Imagining such terror made it clear all my discomfort from hiding my predicament was already worth it thanks to what security she gave me. The elevator came just as another spasm in my bladder cried out for my attention, challenging my ability to remain stone faced but not proving itself to be anything I couldn't handle. It was impossible not to feel a sense of victory as Freya scanned her card and keyed in the proper floor, her calm expression telling me I had locked down my secret like a pro, a feat I never would have thought shy little me could pull off. Granted I still had a very long way to go, but with things playing out like this I would probably be getting out of here before my needs got critical. I'd have my card, I'd be able to speed home and get relief, and I'd have this special little bonding experience with the woman I had such a potent crush on. Having to pee would be nothing more than a footnote when I looked back on this. "It's been a while since I've checked out the lost and found, being the manager means everyone recognizes my stuff and brings it straight to me. But the security team that manages it is so diligent I know your card has to be there." Freya said as we dropped to the second floor. Wringing my hands on the rail to have something to soothe my need to squirm, I smiled and nodded in agreement, mind going blank when the rapid deceleration created a brief surge of pressure that I hadn't noticed on our last elevator ride. For a moment the full weight of my bladder felt as if it was pushed straight against the exit, and felt like the force of the elevator fighting momentum to stop its descent added additional gravity to just my body, specifically in areas that I really didn't need any increased strain. The pain was so intense that my surge of confidence briefly faltered. To comfort myself when the sensation ended I reasoned that I was only feeling it now, as opposed to our last ride, because I was less distracted by Freya than I had been before. I reassuringly told myself my need to pee couldn't be increasing that quickly, and I still had plenty of time to get everything done. "I've never even been on this floor. Where do we go?" I said as the doors opened to show the dark second story of the building. It wasn't too different from our own setup, but I was happy not to waste time as Freya took the lead, guiding me past some cubicles and to a row of more traditional offices with their own doors. Walking as close as I could beside the other woman for safety, it was hard not to notice a growing epicenter to my discomfort that twinged with every step, its size and unfortunate location between my legs telling me it was the exit straining to keep up its hold. The tiny hole was struggling a bit more with every passing moment, something I assured myself still wasn't a problem considering the speed of our progress, and just an uncomfortable inconvenience. With the light on my phone I made out a number of official looking names and titles on shiny plaques, all of which I scanned to occupy myself as we walked. Anything but my painful need was a welcome thought. "Should be right in here... Oh gosh, someone left this door open!" Freya said as a single tug on the knob swung the door outwards, surprising me enough that I lurched backwards with a squeak. Something hot blossomed in my panties at the movement, making me choke down a gasp of horror as my hand dropped on instinct, the light of my flashlight spiraling chaotically as my phone ended up between my legs whilst my body clamped down for unified resistance. New wetness made the center of my panties cling to my pussy as droplets I prayed were sweat tickled the inside of my upper thighs, making my eyes go wide in panic even as I regained control. By the grace of a usually unkind God my boss didn't turn and discover me with my hands between my legs, instead reading my reaction behind her back as innocent surprise while she calmly analyzed the situation. "It's not broken, someone just straight up forgot to close up. I'll have to call them on Monday for a serious chat, but at least the lockers are still secure." Removing my hands from my sandwiched thighs so I could walk, I followed her with speed borne far more from anxiety than before, finding my heartbeat to be a rapid hammering against my ribs. Adrenaline was surging through me like it never had before, to the point where I was almost dizzy with alarm. Thankfully the lockers she'd described were clearly marked for their respective floor, enabling me to point out our own in a hurry. "This one?" Checking where I'd aimed my phone and my light, she nodded in confirmation, taking another burden off of my mind for a heavenly moment of relief. It was here, we'd made it and what I needed simply had to be here. "That's for everything found on our floor, yup. Just let me scan my card..." There was a strange and embarrassing urge to shift my weight to each foot as she opened the locker, and I almost gave in during the brief window where her back was turned, wanting so badly to do the silly little dance if it meant just a little less pressure for my pussy to deal with. Getting to a bathroom as soon as we were done here would be my greatest priority, even if I didn't want to admit that I would be in very real trouble otherwise. The very idea of not making it bordered too much on absurdity for me to accept it. Despite my own situation I was convinced grown women simply didn't pee themselves, they held it no matter what, especially in the presence of their gorgeous boss. Keeping my legs crossed the few agonizing seconds it took her to open the locker, I watched with wide eyes as it was opened and caught a bright plastic sheen the moment she was out of the way, its size and color unmistakable even in the dark. "There it is!" I cried out in near jubilation, tears threatening to turn me misty eyed as I snatched up the little blue piece of plastic and hugged it to my chest. A familiar number beneath my name was as welcome a sight as a treasured friend, and made it abundantly clear the card was mine. Everything had indeed worked out just fine. "Thank goodness..." Looking over me whilst I shamelessly embraced the little rectangle, Freya cast a glance inside the locker and whistled in awe at the contents. "Good Lord, this thing is bursting. I'll also have to remind everyone else this exists, seems your not the only one!" Though her word choice struck a very sensitive nerve, I realized when she said it that I had barely noticed the bulging amalgamation of jackets, mugs and knick knacks in my fixation on my credit card. My lack of interest hadn't changed now that I had what I needed safely in my hand. While I did feel a reflexive touch of pity for all the poor souls missing their things, my only focus now was getting out of here, to the point I could barely feign interest in anything else as I slipped the card back inside my little purse. "Sure. Let's get out of here for now though, I'm sick of the dark!" Clicking the locker shut, Freya made a soft chuckle of what sounded like agreement, moving with some additional speed but not as much as would have been ideal for me. There was no way I'd tell her to ever speed up, but it was hard not to feel the prickle of impatience down my spine as she went back to the door at a regular pace. Only my continued need to hide my desperation kept me from bounding ahead. In fact, the moment we parted ways I'd probably take off like I never had before, and I would absolutely be driving as fast as the law allowed to get home. As she reached for the handle I did a quick series of calculations in my head, running through how long each step of the way would be on my journey home. To my relief, I reasoned I would be safely back at my own apartment comfortably within the window of time I presumed I had left until- And ominous click of the lock shattered my internal scheduling. johnnyzboyz, dudebro00, KnightofStars and 7 others 8 2 Quote Link to comment
Cupcakes85 294 Posted February 8, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 8, 2021 Second to last post! Things get a little more steamy in this portion, but we still have one final section before our grand finale. Please let me know what you think in the comments, I'm always looking to improve my writing! "What's wrong?" I gasped on reflex, going around to see Freya holding a knob that was frighteningly locked in place. Heart going stone cold still at the sight, I looked to her face in distressed pleading for an answer, not bearing to accept what I was seeing and hoping I was hallucinating things in my plight. Lovely waves of red hair swept wildly over her shoulders as she threw a glance back to me. "Oh... Nothing! Card is just being a pain. One second..." she explained in a hurry, ordinarily in control voice twinged with enough worry to set my heart back to hammering. Between my bulging bladder and the immediate torrent of fear I felt certain I was about to burst at that very moment under the strain of it all. Trembling enough that the beam of light from my phone did the same, I watched with nonexistent hope as the panel beside the door was swiped by the identification card, only for it to buzz out disapproval and flash red in rejection. Tears misted my vision at the sight. "Why isn't it opening?" I said as unrestrained worry cracked my voice, watching her attempt another swipe only to get the same results. Shoving a hand down on reflex and rubbing my thighs together at the surge of desperation that came from my panic, I felt the wetness of my panties more clearly than ever against my pussy, and I had to pray the dampness came from sweat. It would hardly be a stretch to imagine I was leaking now though, as the tight ball of my bladder felt more like a solid stone of agony my body could barely contain, and the idea of droplets squeezing out was quite feasible. At that thought of dripping my way to a full accident the horrible reality of the situation dawned on me. Without a way out, we'd be stuck in here for God knows how long, and I'd barely had minutes to spare when everything had been going to plan. Now my prospects were looking far... damper. My voice almost cracked with emotion again as I continued to try and hope for Freya to save us with a surprise idea or tool of hers. "You have access to everything, right?" "I do! I mean, I should, unless..." she drifted off and took a much closer look at the panel, and whilst her back was turned I began to shift my weight between my trembling legs, going back and forth in an anxious little jig to have some kind of relief. It was of little help when I saw the unthinkable captured by my shaking phone light; fear on her always unshakable expression. "Ah, this isn't great." "F-Freya?!" I cried out in hopeless agony, voice so strained it barely made a whisper despite my frenzy. The details of whatever she was about to say mattered little to the conclusion I'd already arrived at. The door wasn't going to open, we were the only people in the whole building, and there was no other way out of this tiny room and certainly no toilet or privacy within. I could feel sweat gathering in fat beads on my body as my breathing grew fast and labored, the inevitable end of this nightmare dawning on me with agonizing clarity. Without a way out I'd eventually be forced to pee where I was, and right now I was in a very small room with my beautiful boss as a witness... Hell itself couldn't have come up with a more torturous punishment. Still not looking at me, Freya began fiddling with the panel as she talked, backside jutting out like a shelf as she bent down to be eye level with the source of our current imprisonment. While the sight of her ass presented without a hint of modesty ordinarily would have dropped me to the floor, as it was I was too far gone to see much of anything in detail, my fear and desperation making me feel like the world was somehow moving on and leaving me frozen in time. Even her voice was little more than a muffled echo on the edge of my perception. "I'm thinking... When we had our last upgrade not all the units were able to handle the new program, so they were left out to be added later. This must have been one of them, so my card is useless here." "We're stuck?! Forever?!" I gasped in terribly dramatic fashion, the pain and humiliation of my predicament so great I couldn't control the volume of my voice. Our imprisonment may as well have been forever with how critical my need for a bathroom was; in fact, just these few additional seconds of waiting were far more than I had to spare. Even with the most optimistic of attitudes it was impossible not to realize I'd be wetting myself before I could even hope to reach a toilet, no matter how hard I tried to hold it. There was just too much to keep in for any significant length of time, despite how terribly I wanted it to stay inside of me. The mere thought of how inevitable it all was made me sniffle in preemptive humiliation. Whitened knuckles marked a frantic grip on my pussy through my skirt that was almost painful, the numbed tips of my fingers sealing the exit to the best of their ability, but they were hardly going to be able to keep it up forever. Beneath them my urethra ached to open and let the floodwaters descend, a desire the most forbidden parts of my mind echoed with glee, so much glee in fact it was hard to keep pretending I would have a say in the matter after my little hole reached its physical limit. The speed of all this physical development was greatly enhanced by my recent loss of hope. "No! Definitely not... I just need to get a hold of someone who can get us out. Worst case scenario; the night guard shows up for his shift in about an hour." Freya said as she gave up on swiping her card through the panel. Barely visible frustration on her beautiful features vanished in a single breath, replaced by a certain smile in sync to her turning around on the spot and standing tall. As was so often the case when things got rough, she kept her outward appearance confident to reassure those around her, despite me being her only company. No matter her intent, the agony of having her eyes on me was immediate. In the nick of time I withdrew my hands from my skirt, and in the same movement I was crossing my legs to replace the lost pressure in a manner I prayed was inconspicuous, though it wasn't nearly as effective as using my fingers. I turned my head to hide the tears dotting the edges of my eyes to ensure there was no trace of struggle, still determined to hide my desperation at all costs. While her efforts were appreciated, there was no solace in any of them, especially her promise for our rescue. An hour was several times over again the amount of time I had left at best. Every bit of strength and willpower in my body working in tandem would still see me having an accident in a quarter of that much time. What would Freya do when that happened? My infatuated heart almost broke at the very real possibility of her being disgusted with my weakness, as I knew no amount of easygoing attitude could allow such a successful woman to look past a juvenile loss of control like an accident. Being in my office clothes would only make it worse, thanks to my pretty white skirt offering no way to hide a stream and being right in the line of its fire. The only way to save it would be to, even more unthinkably, squat down and pull it away from my release when the time came. My pristine cotton panties were already a lost cause and would probably be worse by then... My voice was a soft whimper of crushed defeat in the darkness. "An hour? Oh no..." "I'm so sorry, I didn't even think before I closed the door behind me..." Freya apologized, her gentle tone stinging because I knew it was destined to change the moment she became aware of my predicament. To think I'd been so close to getting out of here dry and being able to look back on this as a precious bonding moment between us... I'd never been foolish enough to believe she'd ever have feelings for me in a million years, but a nice and cordial work friendship would have been a lovely prize. Hard throbbing in my pussy mocked me with how my image in the eyes of the other woman was soon going to be so damaged I'd never be able to fix it, and as the sweat on my body thickened with every moment I had to wonder just how much longer I had until hitting my limit. No matter what the answer was, time was hardly passing like it was supposed to, and I felt more like I was in a torturous alternate reality than an office. Seeing my uncontrolled expression of terror, my unknowing boss smiled sweetly in reassurance as she took out her phone, soft blue eyes catching just enough light to let me see the kindness I didn't deserve within. A fear of the dark or an aversion to cramped spaces of some kind was probably all she chocked up my reaction to be. "Let me get to work on some phone calls real quick, and I'll see if I can get us some help." "O-okay." I croaked with just enough volume to be heard, backing up to give her and myself much needed space. As soon as her phone was out and her back was turned I ceased paying much attention to Freya or anything outside my own thoughts; which were quickly consumed until nothing but my need for a toilet remained. Knowing I'd never get out in time didn't just humiliate me, it created some terrible, forbidden temptation to just take control and find relief in a corner. It would be mortifying, crass, and undignified sure; but at least I would be in charge. The alternative was fighting until I couldn't anymore and peeing down my own legs in hopeless denial... Just the strain of being forced between these two awful choices made me want to cry again, and it occured to me I'd never been in a situation that more perfectly exemplified what it meant to be between a rock and a hard place. Turning my own back to my boss, I let my face twist into a grimace of pain and humiliation, my hands dropping once more to wedge between my thighs. Their added strength would at least buy me a little more time. Without the distraction of conversation or movement there was nothing to keep me occupied, leaving me to experience the full force of the unpleasant sensations in my body for the first time. Every agonizing little detail registered with perfect clarity, inside and out. My bladder was large enough to create a prominent swell on my midsection, which jutted out ridiculously on my usually flat tummy as its cargo sloshed about. The overburdened organ was so sensitive it begged for the removal of all outside pressure, even the light push of the thin elastic band atop my skirt. Obviously that wouldn't be happening... Holding the swell with one tender hand, I used the other to burrow deeper between my thighs and block the exit using my own fingertips as a seal. Sweat from my exertion greeted my fingers as they tunneled beneath my skirt, my wrist straining as I contorted like a pretzel to fit all of my hand between my thighs. Not heeding the pain, I kept my focus on blocking the tiny hole that would soon give in, an inevitability made even more apparent by how incredibly wet my panties were on contact. The cotton must have been soaking up everything, allowing its greedy fibers to drink to the point of saturation. To my greatest horror of all, the wetness was obviously not just from accidental tinkles. A few droplets of urine mixed with the sweat of my exertion made it damp as expected, but the slickness of arousal was thick and plentiful over the pronounced mounds of my pussy. Hot lubrication was almost dripping through my panties, showing no sign of stopping and making it nearly impossible for me to lock my hand over the exit without slipping. "Thea?" The gentle whisper reminded me I still had an audience to contend with, and I held back a keen while lifting my phone to mime casual scrolling. Despite our imprisonment I was determined to keep up my act, even with no chance of escape. Knowing it was a futile effort made me no less willing to share my predicament. Strained as could be, I tilted my head in vague acknowledgement of her presence, voice barely more than a croak as I replied. "Y-yes?!" "Is something wrong?" Freya asked from behind me, heels tapping softly against the carpet as she took a few steps. I didn't need to turn around to figure out she was approaching. The proximity awakened a new kind of fear in me; one quite akin to a vulnerable prey animal caught in the open. Like that helpless animal, I froze, save for the mindless scrolling of my thumb on my phone screen to maintain my illusion. Her voice was a gentle whisper just behind me. "Is there something wrong that maybe is a little... private?" Every word was a blow to my already pitiful confidence, but her last hit my entire being like a truck, shattering my world around me. Spinning my upper body around, I pulled slick fingers from my crotch and tried to let my skirt fall into place naturally, praying the white fabric didn't betray me. Heat from a few additional droplets seeking an escape forced my legs together like a vice, leaving me in a position so ridiculous and suspicious that if my desperation hadn't already been obvious, it had to be like a fireworks display now. Not that I was capable of doing anything better. "It's... I just never got to have dinner!" I croaked out with something that only resembled a smile. Heavy sweat tickling a path down my nose didn't help me hold still, in fact, enduring the delicate touch atop every other struggle all but broke me on the spot. Determination born from delirium, and an inconvenient infatuation with her, were all that kept me from confessing. All of that together forced me to keep acting and to stand in a manner far less likely to arouse suspicion. The posture required leaving my narrow back facing my boss whilst I drummed up another excuse. "And I don't like the dark... And I'm c-claustrophobic." The hopelessness of it all hit me like another wave of urgency to pee. Even with my back to her my pose and rigid posture made it abundantly clear something was wrong, and the hand I now needed between my legs wasn't especially hard to spot, making it quite easy to guess what the source of all the fuss was. "You don't have to be embarrassed." Came the gentle voice again. Biting my lip from the pain of another spasm on the tiny hole I was relying on, I felt heavy tears fill my eyes to the brim, certain she would change her tune in the seconds left before she figured everything out. What would she be like then? How would I endure the humiliation of having a captive and disgusted audience? Most importantly, would she ever want to see me again? "Do you need to use the bathroom?" I jolted with such force that a new burst of warmth blossomed in my panties for a single instant. "O-of course not!" I cried out in a harsh tone made all the more jarring by how much it contrasted with the gentle words spoken just moments before. Twirling halfway to face her, I let a few tears fall as the not so tiny leak allowed a few hot droplets to roll down my thighs. They hadn't even reached my knees when the other woman looked to me with obvious but good natured pity. "Thea, it's alright." Freya said in a still caring voice, her tone and expression soft and compassionate despite everything telling me she should have been anything but. I'd mentally prepared myself to endure whatever well deserved dressing down had to have been in my future, so to be met with this sweetness was... almost worse. Why wasn't there any of the disgust I'd expected in the dim white light reflecting off her eyes? Taking another step towards me, she spoke a little more plainly, but with genuine care as if her words would hurt me if they came out too fast. "If we're going to be in here a while you can just go in the corner-" My bladder spasmed at the suggestion as if it were intent on forcing me to take the offer. Such enthusiasm made it the one part of me that didn't recoil in absolure horror when I processed what was being suggested. "No, I could never!" I keened in humiliated refusal, the very thought of it all drawing heat to my face quickly and intently enough to turn select parts of me a pretty pink. Wrestling control back to whatever dignified part of me still remained, I blocked out the fact I'd just been told to pee in a place that wasn't a toilet by the woman I adored and who would be present for the very act she was suggesting. No part of me was able to handle a reality where such a thing could happen, and that probably would have been the case even if I wasn't bursting. Swallowing hard and faking a smile, I used every ounce of willpower in my tiny body to stand normally and face her with a weak expression of mock calm. Tightly clamped legs begged to jiggle for some modicum of relief after every word. "It's not that bad, I mean. I'll be absolutely fine until we figure this out." Furrowed brows and a thinning of her plump lips told me she was unconvinced. Of course; how could anyone fall for my pathetic attempt at acting? Even in the low light I was sweating like a marathon runner, and my body was twisted in a clamp over my pussy, not to mention my constant crotch grabbing... By the grace of a rarely merciful universe she didn't look willing to argue despite the obvious lie. "If you say so. Just... it's okay if you change your mind, alright?" She said, picking out her words carefully after the pause. For my own sake I had to pretend I still didn't know what she was talking about, and kept my fake smile going as I nodded in a comical bob of my head. The instant she turned I inhaled and sighed a stabling breath, quiet as could be, before catching sight of a chair I'd missed in my earlier turmoil. Knowing it was easier to hold it while sitting, I hobbled over in a heartbeat. Pressure like a tsunami crashing to the shore sloshed inside of me, but numbed fingers found and sealed the exit while my butt settled on the plastic chair, allowing me to slouch down and open up a few precious millimeters of space for my bladder to fill. The tiny hint of relief was like a gift from God. A second phone flashlight was activated before me, surprising me enough that I tried to figure out what Freya was doing as she set it up on a desk and aimed the beam at the door, illuminating the entire expanse of old wood keeping us prisoner. From my perspective the beam doubled as a beacon in the night to transform her body into a spectacular display. Her thick figure moved with slow calculation in the white light, and despite all my suffering I was drawn to watch by an almost magnetic pull, my eyes tracing the hypnotic contrast between the white phone light dancing across her curves and the pitch black of her surroundings. I forgot about questioning her activity in the blink of an eye. When she bent to be eye level with the lock I soaked in the view like a wilted flower beneath a much needed rain, and the irony of such a massive thirst now of all times mattered little as I acted on what it did to me. Numbed fingers still buried in my panties found themselves moving again, initially in clumsy twitches, then in determined laps about the front of my soaked underwear. Each passing loop closed in tighter on my slicked up clit. A mix of pee and my own arousal allowed my touches to glide without resistance over soiled fabric, and growing shamelessness made me all the more eager to take advantage of this. Having a full bladder was proving to be the greatest aphrodisiac I could have asked for, the pressure of my internal ocean squishing up against my clit and pussy to bring heat and delight I hadn't appreciated until now. Somehow masturbating was actually buying me time, as if my slit could only handle the demands of one primal need, which encouraged me to rub harder to ease multiple tensions at once. Dropping to one knee, Freya kept up her diligent work, back turned so that she was blind to my debaucherous enjoyment of her perfect body and how my need to pee made it so much better. Wetness so considerable it got through my skirt to the chair beneath me only made it that much easier to pleasure myself, but I kept my movements tight and restrained to the wrist pumping my fingers, a tiny fragment of self control reminding me to avoid drawing attention. Had it not been for that lingering dignity I probably would have spread my legs and given in to all temptation, including my desire to relieve myself. Oh, the very thought of letting it all gush out onto the chair while I rubbed my clit and enjoyed all of Freya's bountiful hips and ass in her tight skirt... But certainly she'd hear me and turn around, wouldn't she? I'd be a sopping mess of piss and arousal, my once pristine white skirt sagging beneath the weight of it all while I desperately rubbed out all the tension I'd been building, and yet the idea of her seeing me in such a state was far from a deterrent. Biting my lip was the only way to stop a needy whimper from bursting out at the thought. "I'm going to try something with the lock, hold on..." Freya said, now on her knees in the dim light. Briefly startled but too horny to think clearly, I only paused for a moment to ensure she wasn't looking before I continued. The quick break let enough clarity build for me to finally put together the obvious; the thought of having an accident in front of her was thrilling. Such humiliation was arousing like nothing had ever been before, even with how ridiculous it was to think she'd ever react with anything but horror to see me piss myself in the middle of masturbating. Logic barely made a dent in my thought process. While this had started more as a last ditch effort to hold it, it was now a foray into forbidden kinks and delights my coherent mind would have never entertained, though keeping myself from having an accident was still a nice bonus. All of my body remained still to hide my efforts, save for the still dedicated pumping of my hand into the hot wetness of my pussy through the fabric of my skirt and panties. How lovely it would be for her to take part if I did start peeing myself, her beautiful face looking up at me while she kneeled before this chair for better access, her hands taking hold of my delicate ankles to spread them and encourage my stream- "I don't suppose you have a hairpin do you? Ah, never mind..." Debauchery once again came to a halt at her voice, though this time I felt a flare of dissatisfied frustration at having lost so lovely a train of thought. Freya was still in front of the door, but once again didn't turn around after answering her own question, instead reaching up to run her fingers through her great waves of red hair. Making a small sound of satisfaction, she pulled forth an object so tiny I wouldn't have known what it was if she hadn't mentioned it previously. Twiddling it between her fingers like a tiny treasure, she spoke over her shoulders in a tone as amused as it was sincere. "There's always a few lost up there." When she turned back to the lock I heard a barely perceptible metallic scraping, akin to a key turning a lock but far more delicate and with strange clicking to accompany it. Befuddled enough to momentarily forget how busy I'd just been, I had to blurt out the only question that seemed to explain what I was seeing. "Are you... Are you picking the lock?" An amused and devious chuckle replied first, and she sounded so incredibly proud of herself as she answered in depth, her shoulders rotating in calculated circles as her hands worked with a level of dexterity I never would have guessed she'd be capable of. It was a sight so illogical I struggled to accept that I wasn't just hallucinating; few people probably had such a skill, and fewer still that were anything like Freya. My awe made me quiet as a mouse while she talked. "It's a lot easier than it looks. The system may be advanced, but the mechanism is as simple as they come, almost like having all that high tech equipment is a huge waste of money when it isn't used right..." Gasping a quick sound of eager approval after an especially loud click of release, she continued to work her magic, and seemed to find a delightful rhythm as she did so. Humming out a barely audible tune, she shifted her shoulders in time to every swell of the tempo, taking on a persona that was familiar but so different from her usual self at the same time. All of her usual confidence was there, but now she had an aura of daring about her, though perhaps said change was just the result of my own perspective. Seeing her demonstrate a skill many would have called errant or unruly just got my fingers working again between my legs. I'd never once been attracted to behavior that wasn't upstanding, but then I'd never been close to peeing myself in a locked room, had I? "Shit, broke it." A dissapointed voice announced, and a split hairpin went flying over her shoulder. Combing her hair with her fingers, she reassured me as she brushed through the thick locks in a search for more, her voice distracted but no less sincere for it. "Hold on, plenty more where that came from." I was already rubbing again by the time she had a new pin in her hand. Here was a woman who seemed to truly have an answer for everything, and being so close to her in such a perilous situation was awakening new parts of me that I was delighted to discover, especially as my hand worked beneath the loop of my skirt to gain more direct access to my sopping panties. Fabric soaked well beyond salvaging met my eager fingertips, and I blindly started to rub in a sloppy bid for more raw pleasure. A kind of deep instinct told me the masturbation was the only thing keeping my entrance from opening then and there. It was a strange realization to have, even knowing from past experiences how impossible peeing was when aroused, but I embraced the buzz of exertion in my pussy nonetheless. "Please, please, please..." I chanted on whispered gasps, far too silent to hear but resonant enough to feel the rythym every time the word passed my lips. Any outcome would have been acceptable in that moment. If she opened the door and I made it to a toilet, I'd be just as pleased as I would be wetting myself right there, so long as she was here to be a part of it. In the fog of lust, it was hard to believe she wouldn't be. I was so turned on by my desperate and heated state, it was so easy to imagine her feeling the same, and then taking advantage of my attraction towards her. Oh, I'd submit entirely to her without hesitation... Picturing my piss soaked legs spreading to allow her access to my pussy made the raw delight beneath my fingers and within my throbbing walls intensify to a hot coil I knew was the build-up to an orgasm, albeit one more powerful than any I'd ever experienced before. Panting harder, I slipped beneath the soaked fabric of my panties for even more gratification, wanting nothing more than the bliss of release however I could get it. "Got it!" KnightofStars, arg08, Foxlover and 12 others 12 1 2 Quote Link to comment
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Cupcakes85 294 Posted February 9, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted February 9, 2021 At last, the finale! Sorry it's a bit late, had to polish it up! Please let me know what you think in the comments! A loud and victorious cry hit my ears like a siren song, tempting me with what had to be too good to be true. "R-really?" I gasped out from my chair, fingers still in direct contact with my soaked pussy as I whiplashed back to the real world. It sounded far too good to be true, to the point where I was momentarily certain I had slipped into hallucinations. Seeing Freya stand tall and turn the knob certified that I was indeed in the realm of a wonderful reality. All at once, I pulled my hand free of my panties, leaving them askew over my pussy to reveal more than a little tender pink. Uncaring as I tossed my damp skirt back into place, I hobbled up on a surge of unimaginable adrenaline, riding the high of my almost orgasm to a newer kind of ecstasy. The very possibility of going in a toilet was the second wind I needed to hurry beside my miracle worker boss. My crush just might have turned to love as she opened the door. "Yes, let's go!" she said quickly, moving out of the way for me. There was an unspoken permission for me to go first, and I took it with all the gratitude one could give, triumphing over my bladder at every step. Though I'd had to resort to some... questionable practices, I had emerged from the room more or less dry. Slickness between my legs hardly mattered in the face of what I'd managed to keep inside! Without a word, Freya took the lead, and suddenly I understood something else without needing to ask. She was guiding me to the bathroom; I could tell because the layout was similiar enough for me to put together our destination. That meant she knew I had to go, but at this stage, what did that matter? I did have to go, and I was far more okay with her knowing that if it meant relief was moments away. My askew panties rubbed across my heated pussy with every step, and though I was slick with sweat the sensation didn't bother me in the slightest. I didn't even need to grab myself in the wake of it all; I was going to make it! Freya got her card out as we reached the bathroom doors, and my eyes actually grew misty at the sight of the sign gleaming in bright LED lights. Never again would I take a toilet for granted. Rubbing my thighs together as the initial burst of adrenaline began to fade, I watched my hero of a boss run her ID through the scanner. "We can use the bathroom over here, I just need-" A blinking red light and a buzz of rejection nearly crushed me on the spot. Sobbing in defeat, I felt a high powered spurt escape me on the spot, spraying my inner thighs with what had to be a million hot droplets of pee. My hands shot to the fork of my legs and shoved my skirt in with them, dampening the white fabric to an undoubtedly obvious degree. Not that it mattered anymore; I was out of hope. A second blossom of wet heat against my fingers drew another quiet sob of defeat past my lips. "Motherf- really!? This whole floor must not recognize my ID!" Freya exclaimed, more frustrated than I'd ever seen her as she grabbed the knob and started to shake the door. Though her effort was valiant and well appreciated, the entrance didn't budge, making it clear there was no hope of getting in. I'd have collapsed to the floor if my knees weren't locked together in such a vice. I started to become incoherent once again, the ocean of piss surging down against the exit overwhelming me with needs making it quite clear I was no longer in charge. My fingers were almost numb from squeezing myself so tightly for so long, and in the mess of wet heat it was impossible for them to get a solid grip regardless. A few tears slipped down my flushed cheeks as I made sounds I barely understood. "Oh no... Ahhh... Ah... I can't... I..." "The elevator system will definitely kick me out too!" Freya said in frustration, holding her chin in rapid and tense thought as she refused to give up. The dedication was truly appreciated, but I knew it would be ending soon. I probably had seconds left before it all came gushing out, and there was no way she'd remain supportive after a full blown accident. I'd probably have to submit my resignation out of shame... Another burst of tears trailed down my face in time to a number of hot droplets cascading down to my ankles in ticklish trails. A solid but gentle grip on my arm made me snap my watery eyes open in a panic, and I found myself looking into an expression of pure determination. Freya's beautiful locks perfectly framed her face as she spoke to me with all the motivation one could give in so few words. "If the lockers responded to my card- No time to explain, let's hit the stairs!" "Stairs?" I gasped as another spurt hit the fabric in my palms, turning it more soaked than damp. Not wanting to hope in the face of such overwhelming desperation, I couldn't even bring my lower body to move at first, thinking perhaps she just didn't realize how little time I had left. I could almost feel the floodgates preparing to give way... "I can access the bathroom on our story, so if we can get to the fifth floor in time you can use that one!" Her use of in time did not go unnoticed. Nor did the fact that I'd raced up those stairs many times in the past, and the bathroom was just beside them... If I could just hold it another minute, this little mess would be all there was, and I'd get to have the greatest relief of my life. I knew in an instant it would be the longest shot of all, but in another I realized there was nothing for me to lose. I quite literally had no other options. Biting my lip and dizzy from the insanity of it all, I found the strength to nod and clamped down one final time, intent on giving my all in one final rush to release. Either I'd make it, or I could never show my face in this building again... "Okay!" I squeaked in the highest voice possible, barely able to get a sound out under the force of my strain. Each leg was like a lump of stone I had to swing forward initially just to move, taking impossibly ridiculous steps in my little heels as I tried to walk without once releasing the hold on my pussy. Sweat was apparent on every inch of me now, and I felt almost certain I had gained the same amount of cardio as a marathon runner in the short amount of time I'd been here. Had this nightmare truly begun as just a simple errand? Freya having her hand on my arm eventually gave me the strength and motivation I needed to take off at something like a run the entire short trek to the stairs. Swiping her card and getting the green light, she opened the door for me once again, moving with an urgency that suggested she knew quite well what was on the line. Thankfully I didn't have the mental space to comprehend such things as I faced the dimly lit stairs. Each was like a mountain in its own right, but in my now instinctive rush to pee somewhere appropriate, I didn't feel too daunted. Every moment came and went as a challenge of its own. Still biting my lip, I prayed an incomprehensible plea for mercy as I hobbled forth at top speed. The first step was a gauntlet in and of itself, from the strain of lifting my leg to the agony of bouncing upwards, it all sent my bladder spasming hard enough to draw endless whimpers from my open and panting mouth. By the second I was seeing white, but my body kept going. Each individual stair made my bladder bounce and my urethra strain in turn, but I kept going until I reached the top of the first flight of stairs, ignoring how a draft was now impossibly apparent between my wet inner thighs. An audible trickle pattered against cheap tile as I was halfway up the second batch, and I keened as more struggled to come out. The war between myself and my bladder was finally at its peak, and in the closing stretch to be perfectly ill timed. Thin rivulets danced down my thighs in uneven intervals. Freya coached me every step of the way, giving me the strength to keep fighting even as the distance to go seemed to only increase in length. I realized with a cry that the floor I needed might as well have been a hundred miles up for how impossible it felt to reach it. My lifetime of shyness was proving unable to conquer my primal needs in the final push, and a second trickle down my thighs seemed to prove that. I wanted to cry as the reality hit me; I wasn't going to make it. The struggle was just too much, I was too tired, and it all had to come out sooner rather than later. A tiny slip of my heel on one of my own little puddles sealed my fate. A solid gush of pee, albeit brief, made me stop at the apex of one of the last floors I'd needed to climb. Wobbling where I stood, I concerned Freya enough she got behind me on the spot, but her efforts only put her in the last place I wanted her to be. A second gush surged out without force to hiss as it did so, and on instinct I pulled my skirt free of the line of fire, despite it already being soaked everywhere I had been holding it. My sopping panties, still askew, now offered no resistance to my bared pussy. From her vantage point my boss could see everything from floor to ass as I surrendered to it all. There was a burst of warmth as a waterfall began to cascade freely to the floor, my thighs parting in welcome as I was hit with the one thing release had to give; *euphoria*. My tears stopped in their tracks and my mouth opened wide in a moan of solid pleasure, and I tilted back my head to sing out the relief as my hair clung to my sweat soaked forehead. The hiss of my urination was almost dwarfed by the spattering as the high power stream met solid tile, and soon after the trickling of the flow down the stairs joined the sounds echoing in the stairwell. Anyone several floors up or down could have clearly heard the orchestra of sounds I was making in that moment. "Ahhhh... Ah..." I sighed in delight, stooping over an inch to push and help it come out faster. Despite the speed some of the gushing pee split off from the main stream to run down my legs, tickling them with hot and wild rivulets that raced down my thighs and calves to drip down my heeled sandals. I could smell the warm and well hydrated rush on every breath. In the exhausted daze of it all, I rested my palms on my knees, getting a look at the waterfall I was creating on the stairs in the process. The pale cream tile made it obvious how far my release had spread even in the dim light, and how it was continuing to pool on each individual step before overflowing to the next. I could see the slow progress it was making all the way to the bottom... Alongside my still very present, very watchful boss, who had a clear view of it all and was inches away from the flood. On reflex I flinched, and my stream fluctuated in response though it didn't stop. Unable to keep it from surging, I tried to look over at Freya and explain myself or offer some kind of apology, but nothing was forthcoming. I was a blur of emotions that couldn't even look her in the eye as I tried to speak. "I-" "Shhhhh." There was reasurance in her shush, but it was undoubtedly just as much a command. A gentle finger pressed itself against my lips, and the contact was so thrilling I whined against it, my whole body trembling hard enough to briefly intensify the force of my stream. Something in the way she stepped to the top of the flight and looked down at me made it clear she approved, and whether that was most obvious in her lidded eyes or her encouraging coo couldn't have mattered less to me. Not even the impropriety or the absurdity of my crush showing blatant interest at what should have been my lowest moment mattered. I just wanted to please her as she whispered into my ear, standing back only so she could watch me. "Relax.... Keep going." I obeyed without reservation, even if defiance still wasn't an option at fifty or so perfect capacity. My bladder continued to empty itself in good time, resulting in a powerful stream and a puddle so engorged I had to wonder how tiny little me had held it all in. Another glance revealed the waterfall had indeed made it to the bottom of the flight, and I surged with pride at the sight, biting my lip to contain a moan that would've echoed up and down the building. At last, the flow began to fade as I neared completion. The pain and discomfort all went with the urine now somewhat sluggishly arcing to the floor, and I sighed in bliss as my bulging tummy finally returned to normal as well. Everything below my waist was a hot, wet mess but I'd never cared less. Even as the stream became a tinkle and the hissing dulled to a faint pattering I was nothing but satisfied. "Good girl." Freya purred in absolute satisfaction of her own, watching as I obediently pushed to clear every last drop. I'd forgotten what emptiness felt like when, finally, I realized there was nothing else left in me. Though there was a considerable mess on me, I was drained, and the sensation was heaven in and of itself. I could barely see straight as I opened my eyes to look up at the larger woman observing me. She smiled at my expression of hazy bliss, chuckling to herself as she admired me and my impressive ocean. "My, I bet that feels better." she teased, playful and sincere at the same time. No longer a prisoner to my needs, it occurred to me for the first time her reaction should have been... different. Even if not disgusted, she certainly shouldn't be looking at me with such open desire for peeing myself in what was technically her building. Yet at the same time I enjoyed it too much to care about what was proper. "I... I couldn't hold it..." I mumbled plainly, still immobile from my stopped position in the center of it all. Only a slim shred of dignity got me to release the hold on my skirt, allowing it to fall back in place and expose the sizable patch of wetness where it had been pressed into my desperation earlier. My shoes hadn't fared much better, and were so soaked amidst the puddle I was hesitant to even take a step lest I risked tripping. "I can tell. I really did try to get you to a bathroom, but I'll selfishly admit that this... this is a lovely turn of events. Well beyond what I could have hoped for when I bumped into you in the parking lot." Freya said dreamily, eyes glazing over a bit as she played the memory in her mind. I was shocked into standing upright so quickly a few still clinging droplets were knocked free to patter into the puddle below. "You knew I had to go then?" "Sweetheart, it was more than a little obvious. You were jiggling around like an overstuffed water balloon, and don't think I didn't notice you holding yourself." she said with a laugh, offering me a hand so I'd be balanced as I stepped away from the stairs. Wet footprints marked my progress, and when I stopped I found my delicate hand held more tightly in hers. Gently but passionately, she held my little palm up for inspection, revealing the wetness that wasn't all due to my accident. My face turned hot pink at her devious smile and subsequent revelation. "Or your little show in the lost and found..." Knowing that my desperation fueled lust had not only been discovered, but enjoyed, made my heart hammer in my chest. Blushing a vibrant red, I tried to wonder if she'd just heard me or had actually snuck a glance as I'd worked furiously to delay my accident, and found my head too empty to hypothesize. All I could do was try to squeak out a reply in the face of such an inexplicable turn of events. "O-oh-" "I think we both know you've been admiring me for some time. To avoid intimidating you, I held off, but this has made it quite clear..." she said, pausing to hold my hand closer and inhale the sweet scent of my efforts. My wet legs wobbled in the face of such a brazen act. Freya wanted me, and had been feeling such for a long time now, to the point she'd enjoyed the physical aspect of my desperation likely even more than I had. Looking me up and down like a true sight to behold, she confirmed my thoughts with a more blatant statement of facts. "We share some very common interests..." "Yes..." I replied softly, still in a daze from the rush and revelations and exertion of the evening. Between being buffeted between so many different emotions and experiencing such carnal delights I had precious little energy left... Not to mention I still hadn't eaten. "Why don't I take you to my office before you head home? You can clean up, and maybe we can discuss our weekend plans in greater depth, hm?" It was obvious what she was implying, and I happily complied, unable to believe I'd only been expecting some idle time to myself at best. As I took my first new steps on her arm and left my now stilled waterfall behind, I looked forward to whatever she had planned. No matter what it might be, I knew one thing for certain, it would be very easy to go into work from now on. babyboyblazie, SoupBox, Foxlover and 12 others 13 2 Quote Link to comment
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