Workspace game Ch. 02

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One of the benefits of the office building where we work is a large terrace space on the last floor. It has some kick-ass views over the city and it is actually superb for throwing office parties.

On one such occasion, it was already kinda late and dark but also the evening was pretty warm that day.

I helped myself to some drink and actually separated myself from all the other people, with most of them getting inside to continue the fun there. I just wanted to chill for a few moments.

I sat down on a comfortable chair in the far corner of the terrace, where it was pretty dark. I was just watching the lights of the city, occasionally sipping the drink, relaxing.

She came few minutes later and just leaned against the railing, maybe bending a little too much for people in a decent company.

I guess I was not considered a decent company then. I am fine with that.

It was not enough for me to see the panties below her dress clearly, but it definitely set a mood of the scene.

“What brings you into the dark?” I asked.

She was quiet for a few moments before replying: “I wondered where you disappeared.”

“Yeah, I was tired of the same old jokes and stories they tell again and again.”

She chuckled a little and turned over to me. Was it just my imagination, or did her eyes glow a little in the dark? She was onto something.

“Yes, I just wanted to wait until you come back.”

“But …?”

“But it turns out I simply can’t wait for that anymore.”

“Hmm, what’s the rush about?” I played dumb.

“Well, I had a lot of drinks already.”

“Me as well. And?”

“And it is really taking the effect.”

“What effect, tell me exactly please.”

I simply wanted her to say it out loud. To hear it.

She made few steps towards me and leaned down. We were far from the few other people who were still outside so I was pretty confident nobody would be able to see much.

Her lips touched my ear and she whispered: “I need to piss like a fucking racehorse.”

She then sat down on the rim of one of the huge concrete flowerbeds that were scattered all over the terrace space, still looking at me with that kütahya escort gaze.

“So you naturally sought me, even though you could have just comfortably visited the toilet.”

“I could have, but didn’t,” she replied calmly.

“How serious is it?”

“It is very serious. I don’t think I am going to make it inside.”

I kept my cool, even though in reality my breath fastened and also my heart rate grew noticeably.

“Of course I can try to escort you to the toilet immediately,” said the gentleman in me.

“It might be too late for that. I really waited for you until the last moment.”

I could not help it and squeezed my cock through the crotch of my pants. At that moment I realised that my own need was actually very strong as well. What can I say, I drink a lot of water.

“So here we are, both having to pee.”

“I noticed you haven’t visited the men’s room yet.”

“You watch over my pee schedule?”

“Nah, I am just naturally observing things, that’s all,” she replied. Then she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.

Sharp hissing sound broke the silence. It was hard to notice in the dark, but prior to that she also moved the back of her dress away a little. And she was peeing through her panties while still sitting on the edge of the flowerbed with her ass hovering over the plants.

I was excited beyond imagination, hoping none of the coworkers would actually find this the great time to come take a look at what we are doing. Luckily I noticed everybody else was inside already.

We did not say a word while she was going. When she finished, she made the most guilty face and said with a trembling voice: “I could not hold it anymore and peed my panties. I am so sorry.”

It took me maybe two or three seconds to get back in control of my mind. I squeezed my hardening dick and again acknowledged my own pressing bladder.

Then I stood up and this time it was me who leaned towards her and whispered: “This is not the first time I’ve witnessed you wet your underwear. I find it very alarming. Big girl like you should not have the crotch of her panties soaked malatya escort with pee like this.”

“But I was holding it for you,” she objected.

“You did that absolutely right,” I confirmed and put a hand on her shoulder.

“What if we go behind a corner to inspect the damage?” I asked.

There was one small secluded space behind the terrace, some air-vents and other technical stuff was hidden there. It could be very suspicious to go there with other people around, but now as nobody else could see us anymore, I decided to risk it.

“Oh, we can,” she replied joyfully. “But didn’t you say you needed the toilet as well?” she added with a smirk.

“I think I can hold it for a minute or two.”

“I hope that it won’t be that fast,” she complained.

We quickly moved behind the corner around the air-vent shafts.

The moment we stepped into that temporary privacy we started kissing. My hand slid under her dress and started massaging her pussy over her soaked panties.

She moaned softly and ran her hand up and down over the crotch of my pants feeling my hardened cock under the fabric.

We stayed like that for maybe a minute. Then – according to the rules described in previous chapter – I stepped back from her.

“Are you interested in learning the results of the inspection?”

She did not say anything for few seconds, then se put on a very determined look, leaned against me again and then she surprised me by putting her hand on my lower abdomen and pressing it with a force.

I was able to control it, although I was not entirely sure if there actually weren’t few drops of urine that have escaped into my underwear.

“What are you doing?”

“I told you last time! If you would ever leave me unfinished again I am going to make you piss your pants, boy.”

I never knew her like this so I was taken aback. She took advantage of that and pressed on my bladder again. Before I pushed her hand away I definitely leaked in my boxers pretty good.

I was able to stop the stream again, but now I was on verge of losing the control completely. But I can’t have batman escort an accident. Not here at least, not now.

“You need help?” she asked provocatively.

“If you’d be that kind,” I decided to accommodate to that unexpected scenario, hoping that she actually has a plan.

“Gladly.”

Without hesitation she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and ran her fingers over the front of my underwear.

“You should be ashamed. Big boy like you should know better. Not have his boxers pissed-wet. Can’t you control yourself?”

“If you keep talking, it will get way more wet and warm down there pretty soon.”

“Yes, but according to the rules I am not allowed to reach inside. The rules actually dictate that I will just watch how you drench your clothes.”

“At the moment I don’t care about the rules to be honest.”

“You don’t? But few moments ago, the precious rules…”

Before she finished her sentence I felt another trickle escape and soak into the fabric.

“Please,” I objected strongly.

“Fine, you ‘big boy’ or such.”

She moved the waist of my boxers down and my semi-hard dick entered the scene.

She wrapped her hand around it, nodded knowingly and pointed it into the corner.

“Show me now,” she said and nudged me towards action.

It was actually pretty easy and a strong stream shot out of my member. The relief was astonishing and I peed for full twenty, maybe twenty five seconds.

When I was done, she still kept hold of me, stroking my shaft slowly.

“Now pay me, please,” she said invitingly.

We locked lips again, tongues fighting with each other. I leaned her back against the wall and stuck my hand with force under the panties into her crotch.

My large palm massaged her clit vigorously and the only reason she was quiet was that she was actually moaning into my mouth.

Although her damp panties were already cold after she wet them before, the arousal made it sticky and warm down there immediately.

Her hips started charging strongly against my hand. She was so turned on that she came in less than a minute. She broke from the passionate kiss and put a hand over her mouth. She froze for a few seconds, then started shaking. Her orgasm was very strong. And the moment was lived to every tiny piece of it.

Before I could have started thinking about all the rules that we broke, she smiled at me.

Then she lowered herself to her knees and said: “My turn now.” and she wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock.

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