The Bathroom

WAITING & WAITING....

(C) 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.
