It had been a long meeting and I was already overdue to attend another. Fortunately my way between offices took me past the toilets. I was on the twenty-third floor; a place inhabited solely by the upper echelons of the company elite. A stranger to these lofty heights of power I had never visited the facilities before. As the heavy set door swung open to my strong push I was rewarded with the sight of a large clean looking room. Tasteful green tiles inlaid with black specks covered the floor. One wall contained a single urinal plate which stretched the entire length. Rather than being simple metal it was constructed of what looked like marble. Jets of water were spraying the wall as I approached whilst fumbling with my trouser zipper.
I moved up to the urinal wall and quickly popped my John Thomas out from its sheath inside my boxer shorts and then out through my open fly. I was just about to commit myself to the act of pissing when I heard the outer toilet door opening. For a moment I wondered if I would get into trouble for using the executive toilet facility. I need not have worried!
'Hello,' said a female voice with a thick trace of a Scottish accent. I had heard the voice before. The shock of being joined by a woman in the 'John' was immediately overridden as I recognised the voice as belonging to that of the company C.E.O.!
Shelia Reynolds had taken over as head of Airtech Industries when her late husband had perished in a horrific air accident. Previously I had only seen her from afar at company presentations. As a red head she was not my usual cup of tea but there was no denying her slim athletic figure or attractive features. The woman took to wearing the kind of expensive blouses that liked to hint at the contents hidden beneath with an occasion flash of cleavage. She was not big busted but her assets were wonderfully proportioned to her slim figure. All these thoughts had been a fleeting image in my subconscious when trying to focus on more important matters, like keeping my job. To actually finally meet the woman was an unexpected encounter but to have her following me into the toilets was another thing entirely!
I started to fumble, straining to get my dick back into my pants before she could walk over and witness my manhood on display.
'Oh don't bother Mr. Latham.' I was surprised that she knew my name. We had never been formerly introduced.
'Its nothing that I haven't seen before,' she said in a sultry tone. The tapping of her high heels accompanied her short walk to join me.
'Err, Miss Reynolds, what can I do for you?' I stammered. My attempts had come too late. The attractive red head was stood at my side, her eyes locked on my protruding cock.
'Oh don't mind me,' she purred in her wonderful accent.
'What do you mean?' I asked hopelessly.
'You just do what you need to do. I'm just going to stand here and watch nature take its course.'
It was at that stage that I finally twigged what was going on. Miss High and Mighty had a pee fetish. I had two choices. I could either treat my company employer to what she wanted to see or risk the possibility of dismissal.
In the end it was my body's weakness that let me down. A thick squirting stream of clear piss shot from the slit at the end of my dick and started to trace a running stream down the urinal wall.'
'That is lovely,' purred my voyeuristic onlooker. 'Please wave it around. I want to see you making a lovely stain all over this wall.'
