The Long Afternoon
My name is Lynne and this is the story of the longest afternoon
of my life. I was new to the typing pool, it was my first job,
and I loved it. There were 12 of us, all girls in our 20s, and
although we worked hard we had a lot of laughs. I dressed to fit
in with the others - a smart brown suit with a short skirt that
was barely decent. I felt good, and I looked good!
Friday lunchtimes we went to the pub, taking a full hour. Colin -
our immediate boss - would buy us all a drink, and we would all
be a bit high as the weekend approached. The events I am going to
tell you about happened on one of those fridays which started off
exactly as usual.
We had our morning coffee at 11, we were working hard. Lunch was
a welcome break, and we trooped off to the pub. Colin brought us
the lagers, and we chipped in for a second round. Two pints each
left us tipsy and happy, this was the home stretch. I was by now
acutely aware of my full bladder, and hooking my ankles under my
chair I rhythmically squeezed my thighs together. We all had an
unwritten rule - you pee during work time, not your own time - so
it was just a matter of hanging on until we got back to the
office. Then unexpectedly Colin went to the bar and bought us
each a 3rd pint - "My treat" was all he said - and we
thanked him and drank up. By the time we left the pub I couldn't
keep still for a moment. It was years since I had been as
desperate as this and I was hoping I would make it back to the
office in time.
Well I did, and went straight to the loo. Unexpectedly the door
was open, and when I went in there was a plumber with the cistern
off and lying in bits on the floor. "Oh no" I cried,
crossing my legs hard, "What are you doing?"
"Sorry love" he said, "I'll be as quick as I
can." Fully half the office was queued up behind me and
there was a groan as I told them the news. Not one of us had
emptied our bladders all day, and our half pint of coffee and 3
lagers (1,66L) had really hit the spot. We filed into the office
and sat at our
desks.
Fifteen minutes later not one girl was sitting still. We typed,
and squirmed, crossing and uncrossing our legs. Only Colin
appeared comfortable, and - thinking back - had a slight smirk on
his face. I was now in big trouble. My body was quivering with
the effort of squeezing my weary sphincter, and nothing I did
seemed to give any relief. I slid forward and back on my chair
banging my thighs together, and periodically wriggled my bum hard
onto the edge of the chair. I pushed hard at the top of my
thighs, and stuck my bum out backwards sucking through my teeth.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I became aware of Colin coming
back into the room - "Not long now girls" he announced,
and got glared at. I slipped my hand between my thighs and
pressed hard with my fingertips. That was good - but I couldn't
go to the loo like that. It was half-past-three, what was that
plumber doing? Nobody spoke now, and the room was filled with the
erratic rhythmic sound of tights rubbing together or against
seats. We passed on afternoon coffee - except for Colin, and
dutifully typed on. Out of the corner of my eye I could see
constant movement, we were all absolutely dying for the loo,
every desk had an uncomfortable wriggling girl sitting at it,
every seat was in dager of being suddenly soaked. I now became
aware of my next problem. My desk was furthest from the door,
there was one loo.
There would be a queue and I would be close to last. My mind spun
as I wriggled in my seat, but I could think of no easy way out -
could I survive listening to a series of long hard peeings? I
doubted it, but what choice did I have. It was fully 4.15 when
the plumber stuck his head in, "OK girls, that's me
done." And was gone. There was a rush to the door, and we
jostled into a rough queue. I was second last, one girl in the
loo, and nine more to go before I got my relief. None of us
pretended now, we danced and held ourselves, there were groans
and that sucking noise through the teeth that doesn't help but
has to be done. And we could all hear each long hard stream,
often ending in several short trickles. Each sound caused my
bladder to tighten violently, only by clenching my fists, curling
my toes hard, and squeezing with all my strength could I keep
myself dry.
I was sweating, and worse I was tiring. Each spasm seemed
stronger, the effort required harder. And the cooridor was packed
with girls doing exactly the same! The queue was moving soooo
slowly I couldn't believe it. Just as I thought I might make it,
the girl in front of me wet herself. I heard her
"Ohhh", and she clawed at her groin. Then there was a
hissing that muffled slightly as she crossed her legs. Her eyes
were shut, and I watched her tights shine as her pee poured out.
As I watched I felt the first squirt into my own panties and I
clenched my pee-hole muscles hard. Then there was another squirt,
and another. I could do nothing to stop them. I hooked both hands
hard against my fanny - one from in front, one from behind and
pulled upwards. And still I was spurting warm urine. I became
aware of the sound of yet another hard stream from the loo, and
my bladder gave up. Pee cascaded through my fingers, running hot
down my legs. I kicked off my shoes, and watched my puddle mingle
with the one already there. When I finally got into the loo, I
put my tights and panties in the bin, and dried myself off. I
felt strangely turned-on, and I rubbed myself to a shuddering
gasping climax. This was an unexpected pleasure, and I returned
and sat knickerless in the office for the final half-hour of the
day. I was sure Colin (bulge in trousers) had engineered this,
but how could we prove it?
Well each day now is even more fun.
I drink like a fish and hold off until I am absolutely bursting
and squirming uncontrollably at my desk. Just when I am about to
lose control I slip out to the loo and straddle the pan - this
puts all the pressure on my sphincter and I have to squeeze with
all my might. I often wait for several miutes like this then I
slip one finger against my clit and slowly, slowly run it up and
down. By this stage I am slippery with anticipation. I try not to
breath too noisily - and bite my lip as my climax approaches.
It's always a double pleasure the orgasm and the rush of my
pent-up pee into the loo.
Colin pays a lot of attention too me, now .....
We'll see.