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I have been naughty at work!         

I work in an office of a small business, processing small steel jobs. My job is mostly at my desk developing databases and some business analyst type work. In recent years I have leaked a little from time to time, nothing too much that could easily be a spill. ie: Less than a golf ball sized damp patch from wet underwear.

I also sometimes repair and maintain expensive machinery which brings me to work after-hours, to keep production rolling. Initially my first foray in to a proper work wetting was on a late night breakdown call. I drove in, fixed up the machine and didn't waste any time going to the toilet. In this case, no one else was in the workshop. Wet a little in my jeans. Maybe a baseball sized wet patch.

A few of those alarm calls happened, with varying improvements to my brazenness/pissyness. There are cameras there, so it was still done with great caution. You always think to yourself that you will get in trouble - this time!

Early last year - and after some sexting with my lady, we conspired to do some naughty wee and send each other some pics. She did a little squirt in her grey knickers (on the toilet), sending me a picture too. I had drunk loads of water and towards the end of the day, I gushed a little in my dark blue jeans. Right at my desk. I try to keep the wet area up near the top, this means my longish shirt can hang down over the front of my jeans.

While trying to make a quick photo of a nice glistening wet spot on my crotch, I push a couple of times and start to realise that the wetting has spread a bit too low, going between my legs a little. Easily visible now, the shirt won't cover it all up. Mercifully I have a parcel/box to take home so I go downstairs and walk out of the office with it carried in front of my crotch. I had to walk where I might been seen so I waited till many of the staff went home and avoided the rest as best as I could.

As COVID started to impact us, fewer people are in the office. Many of us have less work overall to do these days. This has led to general complacency regarding phone and internet use. I have an office to myself now and I have surprising amount of free time that I sometimes use to enjoy a little pissy porn. (no one can see my screen)

Naturally this leads to more corrupted decisions as to whether I should go to the toilet or not!

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To be honest, I've never actually done it or come close to doing it at work. I'm a supervisor in retail and I don't stand still for too long, unless I have to do admin stuff at the computer. Otherwise, I barely feel the need to go and often don't during the day. That's not necessarily the case when the weather is hot and the water is flowing, however, but saying that, today was the hottest so far and I didn't have to go once despite chugging 5 x waters and one cola, until I got home.

There have been two times I started wetting on the way home from work though. Both were lengthy commutes and both times I knew I needed it badly enough to go before leaving the shop. I didn't on both occasions, and I fought off full blown accidents both times so my neighbours never got to see me walking up my street covered in piss, but I'd still dribbled jet shots of pee on to my crotch both times. I think I was wearing blue jeans on both occasions, too, so it was noticeable.

That being said, the idea of seeing others doing it at work excites me. Seeing, guys wearing retail uniforms or office wear and imagining them not get bathroom breaks or opportunities to go, or maybe just leaving it until last minute is a thought that runs through my head a lot lol

If my place did uniforms, I reckon I'd get in to it more by doing it myself like when I used to in school.

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A few times.

The most recent time I was working late on a Friday and most people had already left. I needed to pee so I just peed my pants while sitting at my desk. I didn’t pee too much, just enough to soak my crotch area  

I did slightly misjudge it. The chair had a kind of mesh seat so it left a bit of a puddle on the floor which quickly soaked away in the carpet. I was wearing black trousers so I knew that after a few minutes it would hardly show.

I carried on working for another half hour or so enjoying the cooling wetness and waiting for my erection to subside before getting up and leaving. 

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I have done this in the past on many occasions but conditions were favourable - like being the last to leave or working on my own for an afternoon say. I always had a change of clothes either in the office or in the car and those times were when I was employed. for the last 25 years of my working life (I retired a few years ago) I was self employed with my own office premises and a few people working for me but they mostly started and left at known times so it became easier. Two particular times stand out though. The first was a Saturday morning, no staff in and only one client due in at about 10 a.m. I think. I had planned a wetting after he had gone and I would be on my own. The meeting took around 45 mins and I was getting desperate by then, then he wanted to discuss another matter related to his wife and another 15 mins elapsed, By now I was finding it difficult to keep still. When he went I had to accompany him to the car park because out of hours it was a manual release on the car park. As we walked around the back of the offices (it was a high street location with the car park behind) I started to lose it and dribbled enough to produce a wet spot on my jeans (Saturday remember) and as he drove out of the car park and waited to pull out into the traffic I just couldn't hold it any more and the pee just poured out f me and reached my knees before I could regain control. I then had to walk around the front again and along 50 yards of the high street. I'm sure someone must have noticed, it was a busy Saturday morning, but I didn't catch sight of anyone I knew, which was a miracle! The second time was in the office one evening about 7 p.m. the front of the office was straight onto the street with a shop door entrance and plate glass windows nearly floor to ceiling. My desk was along one side of the office so I was side on to the road and pavement. Most of the ground floor office was visible from the the pavement and actually brought in a bit of work. I was working late and expecting no one to come in so I had sat with a plastic bag and a large towel on my chair and completely wet myself. I was soaked up the my waist back and front and down my legs to my knees .I was wearing navy blue trousers so they hid a lot but not all of the wetness. I got up and walked into the kitchen at the back to dispose of the wet towel and plastic and as I walked back into the front office in walked a lady who lived a few doors away and with whom I had passed the time of day occasionally. My trousers were not quite glistening by this time but clearly wet. I invited her to sit down and immediately sat down on my office chair still soaking wet. It seems that her father needed a little help in the area I specialised in and she wanted to introduce him later in the week. How she didn't smell the wet pee is beyond me but we chatted for about 15 mins and then she left and I am sure that she must have seen or smelled something. 

 

Stay wet'n'happy,

 

Roger.

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15 hours ago, Roger Ireland said:

I have done this in the past on many occasions but conditions were favourable - like being the last to leave or working on my own for an afternoon say. I always had a change of clothes either in the office or in the car and those times were when I was employed. for the last 25 years of my working life (I retired a few years ago) I was self employed with my own office premises and a few people working for me but they mostly started and left at known times so it became easier. Two particular times stand out though. The first was a Saturday morning, no staff in and only one client due in at about 10 a.m. I think. I had planned a wetting after he had gone and I would be on my own. The meeting took around 45 mins and I was getting desperate by then, then he wanted to discuss another matter related to his wife and another 15 mins elapsed, By now I was finding it difficult to keep still. When he went I had to accompany him to the car park because out of hours it was a manual release on the car park. As we walked around the back of the offices (it was a high street location with the car park behind) I started to lose it and dribbled enough to produce a wet spot on my jeans (Saturday remember) and as he drove out of the car park and waited to pull out into the traffic I just couldn't hold it any more and the pee just poured out f me and reached my knees before I could regain control. I then had to walk around the front again and along 50 yards of the high street. I'm sure someone must have noticed, it was a busy Saturday morning, but I didn't catch sight of anyone I knew, which was a miracle! The second time was in the office one evening about 7 p.m. the front of the office was straight onto the street with a shop door entrance and plate glass windows nearly floor to ceiling. My desk was along one side of the office so I was side on to the road and pavement. Most of the ground floor office was visible from the the pavement and actually brought in a bit of work. I was working late and expecting no one to come in so I had sat with a plastic bag and a large towel on my chair and completely wet myself. I was soaked up the my waist back and front and down my legs to my knees .I was wearing navy blue trousers so they hid a lot but not all of the wetness. I got up and walked into the kitchen at the back to dispose of the wet towel and plastic and as I walked back into the front office in walked a lady who lived a few doors away and with whom I had passed the time of day occasionally. My trousers were not quite glistening by this time but clearly wet. I invited her to sit down and immediately sat down on my office chair still soaking wet. It seems that her father needed a little help in the area I specialised in and she wanted to introduce him later in the week. How she didn't smell the wet pee is beyond me but we chatted for about 15 mins and then she left and I am sure that she must have seen or smelled something. 

 

Stay wet'n'happy,

 

Roger.

So I have to ask ... were these experiences the inspiration for the Saturday Club stories you wrote??? They were amazingly erotic. Any idea how you dig those up? I tried a search a while back but it didn't work.

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A handful of times. Theyre usually pretty cliche situations - solo shift, long meetings, etc. The one I had the most issues with by far was when I worked at a small convenience store. We ran on 1 person for like half my shift and I would be bursting by the time a second person came. The bathroom was also 1 unisex bathroom open for customers which meant that even when a second person joined me (if they didn't skip or come late) sometimes I couldn't access the bathroom. The shift wasn't horribly long, but it was long enough that I leaked everyday on my first week. I began wearing pads and bringing a change of clothes. I quit after finding a new job the next month. Had better luck on that one.

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Hi Wetskipants,  many thanks for the encouraging words about my writing. 

Part one of The Saturday Club is in Omorashi & peeing Fiction under the date May 12th 2020. I tried to copy a link to the page but was unable to get that to work but you should find it there and should be able to link to the other parts. If you still have trouble let me know and I will try another answer.

Honestly, no that wasn't what inspired me to write The Saturday Club. That was born in part in another place where I worked with two young lady assistants both of whom I managed to persuede to tell me about their wetting experiences. The one, I'll call Jenny, would often be almost dancing as she was working and would say, 'I have to go pee in a minute.' Apparently she would often push almost to point of wetting herself and use the urgency as an incentive to get a particular bit of work done. She explained this to me face to face one day when she was doing a pee dance and I asked did she always make it. The answer was yes, the only time she ever wet herself was when she had an epidural for the birth of her first child. At the time she was about 26/27. She worked for me for about 5 years so I got accustomed to seeing her desperate and often smiled at her and made some comment which was usually answered with. 'I know, I know! I'll just finish this.'

Apart from that half-assed inspiration the rest of The Saturday Club is entirely fictional.

Stay wet'n'happy,

Roger.

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