Desperate Office Hours Ch 02

"Please, please take a seat" Charles gestured to the plush leather seat before him.

Somewhere in the recesses of Sophia's brain was her pleading and hoping she wasn't about to get reprimanded. But she had more pressing concerns at the moment.

She sat down, heaving a small sign of relief when the act of her sitting seemed to stall the urge of peeing right there and then.

"Do you know why I've called you here?" Charles asked.

Sophia shook her head, brought back to reality that she was about to be scolded.

From the ways her legs and lips were pressed so tight together, Charles figured he was making her more nervous than he intended. He had to be a little less stern with the jumpy lady before him. "Hey, hey, hey I'm not here to scold you or anything. I just wanted to give you some feedback about the presentation you gave just now."

As much as Sophia was relieved to hear that, the coolness around her groin from her little accident was what was mostly crowding her thoughts.

"When I met you at your interview you were bright and confident, even gave witty answers to everything I asked. But today you seemed distracted. I know it's your first major presentation in front of the board. If I could feel the nervousness radiate off you, so could the others."

Charles continued to discuss her performance and what he felt could be improved on. But Sophia was barely listening. Although the slight release helped with the urgency, it was now back in full force, her muscles begging to release.

Sophia was really panicking right about now. She felt her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Despite loving the thrill of desperation and the thought of wetting herself. She has NEVER ONCE fully emptied her bladder. Whether it be on purpose or on accident, she had never dared to truly let go. Much less in front of her boss.

She decided to cross her legs to physically stem the flow she was expecting. However, this only seemed to fuel her arousal as the friction of moving and pressing her legs together further stimulated her clitorus. Despite the looming threat of wetting herself for the first time ever and the unbearable humiliation from it, Sophia was still extremely aroused.

It all started as a habit. Constantly studying or working long hours made it such that bathroom breaks were few and far in between. Often, she found herself dashing to the restroom only when the urgency of her bladder interrupted her thoughts. After some time, she found that it was an enjoyable sensation. Even the quickened heartbeat from being afraid of not making it to the toilet on time translated to the familiar flush of arousal. Sometimes if she held it in long enough to make it to her home toilet, the immediate relief from hours of aching compelled her to touch herself there and then. Coming on the toilet bowl after work became almost routine for Sophia but she's never had a problem making it in time to one until today.

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Charles was getting impatient.

He thought he was being supportive by taking time between meetings to give a junior staff feedback on her first ever presentation. Yet she was barely listening to him.

Sophia kept her eyes focused on her lap, even going so far as to cross her legs which was an unbecoming way to sit in a professional setting. I can't believe this. I should say something.

"I..." as Charles started to make his comment, Sophia leapt up from the leather chair abruptly, stopping him short.

"May I leave for a second?" Sophia blurted out.

Charles couldn't believe what he was hearing. I haven't even finished saying my piece and you just want to leave?

"Please..." she begged, her voice quiet.

"I am almost done with what I have to say. It is quite rude for you to simply interrupt me when I am..." Charles trailed off as Sophia, for the first time in the past few minutes made eye contact with him. Her face was a scarlet red, eyes pleading with him.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" He asked, afraid he had been too harsh. That was when he heard the soft hissing sound.

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Sophia had jumped up from the couch, not wanting to destroy the beautiful leather couch alongside with her ego. Her last ditch attempt to get to the nearest toilet was clearly foiled by her bladder who decided to take matters into its own hands.

She felt the familiar relaxation of her abdomen first, followed by the first spurt of pee. By instinct, she tried to clench to stop the flow but it was far too late. A powerful steady stream saturated her already wet panties. With no more resistance, her bladder fully emptied into her grey trousers.

Sophia knew that her boss was saying something, but whatever it was, nothing could be louder than the sound of her own urine hissing as she pissed with such intense force from holding it all day.

The warmth spread down her thighs, soaking her pants and running down her legs. She could feel the moisture spreading across her ass as her panties soaked it up. She never imagined that wetting herself could feel so good. The relief of emptying a too full bladder was already ecstasy, but this? This was orgasmic. Sophia couldn't help but let out a small moan as her stream finally slowed to a stop.

Then, to her horror, she heard someone clearing their throat.

When she looked up, she looked right into the face of Charles Wick. Her boss. Who just watched her piss herself in his office. Who just watched her get so caught up in the sensation of wetting herself that she thought she was alone.

I'm so going to get fired.