The Bathroom
WAITING
& WAITING….
© 2001-9 The Bathroom
Angie was late for work that day. She switched off her
alarm clock the night before, so when she woke up around 8am, she had to rush for
her shower and get dressed. She put on in haste a white sweater and a pair of
light blue jeans. She then drank a large glass of milk before setting off for
work. She was getting a familiar twinge in her bladder due to her night out at
the pub, but she had to hold it because as soon as she arrived for work she
would have to go to a meeting with other members of staff.
The meeting started at 9.30, and Angie sat down on the
chair. Throughout the meeting, she had begun to fidget a bit. The other staff were paying attention to the manager, who was speaking
to them. She was worried that she might wet herself in the room if the meeting
went on for too long. As the meeting went on, Angie was becoming desperate by
the minute. She was feeling the effects of the previous night’s lager and now
the milk she consumed earlier that day. She tried to focus on the meeting, but
she just needed to let go her held-in pee. She crossed her legs on the seat and
started rocking on the chair, using all her strength to hold the pee in.
There was soon a break in meeting and Angie was about to
rush to the toilet when the manager called to her.
“Angie, I need to see you.”
“Just a moment,” Angie replied.
“Now, please!” the manager sternly called her again.
Angie went to see the manager.
“I got something for you. I want you to write these
reports and take a drink and something to eat at your desk as you’ll be here
for the day,” the manager said.
Angie, knowing that she would not be able to do anything
else, got her work and sat down at her desk, forgetting to use the toilet
before she started. Angie before too long was becoming desperate to pee.
While she was writing reports with one hand, she had the
other hand inbetween her crossed legs and kept
shifting on the seat. Some other staff were looking at
her and being concerned.
“Are you alright?” asked one of them.
“I-I- I’m okay,” Angie replied.
But she wasn’t. If she wasn’t careful, she would wet
herself on the seat. She needed to use the toilet badly, but she also had the reports
to get done.
In the late afternoon, when most of the other staff had
gone home, Angie allowed herself to fidget wildly, which caused her to make
mistakes, therefore making her task longer and a lot more difficult.
About two hours later, she finally finished those reports
and rushed to the toilets, but when she got there, the door was locked. She was
shocked and began to bend double and hold herself in desperation.
Suddenly, she saw a waste paper bin in the corridor. She
went over the bin, pulled down her jeans and crouched over it. The pee gushed
out of her pussy almost immediately, making a loud splashing noise. She gave a
huge sigh of relief. The pee must have taken around a minute because she had so
much fluid inside her from the previous night.
When Angie returned to work the next day, a lot of people
were commenting on that pee smell.
She just hopes that they don’t find out who did it.