Mary-Ann wanted to cry. Her checks burned with embarrassment. She wanted to address Karenna but she couldn't find the words. She turned to her protégé and could only muster a weak tone of voice
"I..I...I'm sorry..." That was all she could utter
Karenna was shocked. Her mouth was agape, and attempting to stay modest, she covered it with her hand. The palatable tension didn't help Mary-Ann as she felt her eyes start to well up with tears. She tried to cool her burning cheeks with a quick fan of her left hand. In a defeated voice, she tried to gain some control of the situation.
"I was dying this morning and...the meeting was so long..." her voice trailed off again. Rather than taking the conversation back into her court, it only served to deepen her embarrassment. It was Karenna's turn to speak.
"Oh...my...gosh..."
That was all it took to push Mary-Ann over the edge. She tried to stifle it, but Karenna could hear a distinct, high pitched whine as her boss choked on her tears. Mary-Ann was red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put her head in her hands, her blonde hair doing nothing to cover her now bright red face.
"Is-is it really bad?" Karenna asked out of curiosity more than anything
"I-I think so..." Mary-Ann choked out through tears, her hands still over her face
"Let me see." Karenna spoke with more confidence than she actually had
"W-what?"
"Let me see the damage."
Either out of submission or her own discovery, Mary-Ann complied. Wiping her tears first, she walked a few paces back to Karenna's desk. Looking behind her towards the door, she made sure no one was coming in. Gingerly, she slowly lifted her beige pencil skirt. As she did, she revealed more and more darkened streaks along her ruined pantyhose.
Karenna had her eyes trained on her boss's crotch, anticipating the moment when her panties would be revealed. She let out a quick breath, excitement taking over as Mary-Ann's black panties began to show. Karenna could feel herself getting wet. The hottest experience of her young life unfolding before her.
Karenna could see the outline of her boss's outer lips. The dark fabric of her panties hid the direct wetness, but the still damp material clung to her privates like a bandage covers a wound. Using the pen she still held in her hand, Karenna used the back end to lightly touch one of the damp streaks of Mary-Ann's pantyhose. She softly traced her way back to its source. She spoke in a low tone, sensuality taking over.
"You really had to go, didn't you boss?"
"Mmmm"
Mary-Ann felt butterflies in her stomach. A sensation not unlike being with a man. Her embarrassment and tears washed away and gave rise to a new, sweeter feeling.
"I was so desperate..." Mary-Ann matched Karenna's tone
"Mmmm...I'll bet you were. You wanna know a little secret?"
"What's that, Kar?"
"I really, really had to pee this morning. This could have been me."
As Karenna's pen nearly reached Mary-Ann's panties, the reality of what they were doing hit her. Shoving Karenna's hand away, Mary-Ann regained her composure. Swiftly, she shimmed her skirt back down over her ruined pantyhose.
"Um, yes, well, I'm glad it wasn't....I uh...I have to go change."
"Of course." Karenna backed off "Do you have anything to change into?"
"Yeah. My gym clothes, I can wear them from this morning. Mary-Ann paused "I was about to go get them"
Karenna nodded, attempting to return to a normal conversation. Maybe she should try a joke. But before she could say anything, Mary-Ann quickly turned back towards the doors and walked towards her car.
Mary-Ann hurried as quickly to her car as her heels would let her, their dampness causing her feet to slide more than usual. She opened the back door of her SUV and started rifling through her gym clothes, collecting her workout undergarments and shoes as well. There was no one around, and as her bladder had refilled from her disaster, she felt the urge to pee again. Though not nearly as bad as before, she still had an uncomfortable thought flow into her mind.
Pee here. No one can see you. Your clothes are already ruined, what does it matter? Let go. Through your panties again.
She physically shook her head, as if trying to free herself from her own mind for a moment. She reached to the glove box in the front seat, a stretch from where she was standing, and grabbed her makeup kit from the compartment. She hustled back to her office, Karenna still looking at her from her desk through the glass. As Mary-Ann reentered the building and turned toward the bathroom Karenna tried to lighten the mood.
"Bathroom's that way" She grinned a bold grin.
It didn't help, Mary-Ann put her head down in shame and felt her face glow in embarrassment again. Entering the bathroom, she took off her heels and attempted to peel off her ruined pantyhose. They stuck to her legs. Her urine had acted like an adhesive, and Mary-Ann struggled to peel them off at first. Once she finally rolled them down, they fell onto the tiled floor with a heavy slap. Her black panties were stained with her pee though the damage wasn't all that visible. She scratched at her thighs and walked to the toilet, leaving on her panties. Another thought entered her mind.
Pee them.
This time Mary-Ann put up less resistance as she sat down on the toilet. She observed her soiled panties and pulled them closer to herself, wedging the wet fabric through her pussy lips. She felt as shiver go up her spine and for the first time in her life, attempted to pee through her panties. She relaxed and expected to feel the same warm sensation she had just experienced a few hours ago. Nothing. She closed her eyes and attempted again to relax. Nothing still. She had to pee, and yet, nothing. She tried a third time, but this time she let go of her panties and pushed. She visualized pushing her bladder beyond her mental barrier and this time felt a rush through her urethra towards her pee hole. Then it stopped. It was as if she could feel her pee right at her opening, waiting to get out. But she couldn't. Or so she thought. A quick warm spurt rewet the fabric of her panties. But it stopped. Before any urine even hit the toilet water, Mary-Ann tensed up again. Then it hit her. She was sitting in her office, attempting to pee her panties for the second time that day. Sanity kicked in again as well as a wave of desperation and she pulled her wet panties to the side, her pee jetting out this time and splashing into the bowl with incredible force.
As she held the fabric to the side, she felt drops of pee splashing against her fingers. She almost felt like putting her panties back on now that her urine was freely flowing. As her stream began to dwindle, and arc back towards her opening, she removed her hand and let her panties slide back towards her small flow. Feeling as though she only had a little left she pulled her panties back over herself. Again that warm sensation pooled around her nethers and this time, a few drops made their way through the tired fabric and into the bowl. She stood up and wiped her tights down with toilet paper, but instead of wiping herself, she simply slipped off her panties.
They too hit the floor with unusual weight, and reminded Mary-Ann of her accident. Bunching her panties and pantyhose back into a tight ball, she threw them in the corner and removed her work clothes. Seeing her nude body in the mirror, she almost felt like masturbating. She didn't, but she felt horny. As she grabbed her gym clothes she saw her wet panties again and felt ashamed. Perhaps her arousal was just to cover her predicament, but either way, she still had to get back out there. She slipped her pink panties on, along with her grey spandex and white tank top. She fixed her makeup and threw her hair back into a ponytail. She almost felt like herself again. But then she picked up the ball of undergarments that she had uncontrollably wet herself in. Now that she held them, they smelled like pee. She tried to hide them by wrapping her blouse and skirt around them. She didn't care if these got wet, they were all going to the cleaners.
She couldn't grab her heels in the ball of clothes and had to leave them in the bathroom for now. Exiting the small room, she felt a sense of relief that Karenna was the only other person in the lobby. Explaining her actions quickly, she mentioned
"I left my heels in there."
The quick line led Karenna to assume that her boss wanted her to help. Tossing her pen down, the black protégé walked herself towards the restroom.
'Is she really playing this game with me?' Karenna thought, aroused at the idea 'I thought she was into guys.'
As Karenna opened the bathroom door, her boss's heels were staring back at her, right in front of the toilet. Picking them up, Karenna could feel the dampness of the shoe. Though they were black, the small splatters and stains of Mary-Ann's harsh urine were still on the outside and the acrid smell of piss had mixed with the scent of her feet from the day. Noticing that some pee had pooled in the heels, Karenna poured them out into the toilet.
The act of pouring out her boss's piss into the toilet was not lost on Karenna. While some might have been disgusted, Karenna was aroused. Wet and horny from just the thought of how shameful the act was, Karenna almost felt jealous. Why couldn't it have been her?
Burying the thought and her sexual desires, she carried the shoes outside, and handed them back to Mary-Ann. As she took them from Karenna, she was surprised
"You didn't have to do that."
