You would think that a one-story elevator would have no chance in the world of breaking down, but... there it went. Right in between the ground floor and the mezzanine, there was a grinding sound, the power cut out, and we were left standing in darkness.
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, probably hoping that it was just a minor glitch. Five minutes passed, then ten. We both checked our cell phones. No signal, of course. The emergency phone in the elevator had been removed a few years ago due to the fact that everyone had cell phones now. Apparently we were stuck in one of those spots where absolutely nothing worked.
Colleen checked her radio (which, of course, didn't work either), then pulled off her blazer and hung it over one of the side rails. "I guess we're stuck here for a while," she commented.
I slid down the wall I was leaning against and sat down, putting my head back and shutting my eyes. Might as well relax for a minute.
Colleen, however, didn't seem so comfortable. She kept shifting positions; I heard her sit down then stand up again a few times, then finally a groan.
I opened my eyes back up. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess." She kind of laughed a little, then continued, "It's pretty stupid...um, I guess I should have used the bathroom a few minutes ago," she continued, blushing slightly. She then crossed her legs and uncrossed them just as quickly. Bending one knee, she pressed her thighs together and grabbed on to one of the side rails.
"Oh, okay." I nodded and shut my eyes again.
"Are they ever going to fix this damn thing?" I heard her ask about ten minutes later. Her voice seemed a little more stressed than it had been before.
"I hope so. I thought it was just the elevator, but it must be more complicated than that."
After a while I just stared at the reflection in the doors, halfway hoping that they would open soon. The other half was concentrated on my colleague, who seemed to be in more and more distress as time passed. She also didn't seem to notice that I could surreptitiously watch her in the doors, or didn't care at that point.
I scooted into a corner and pretended to lean my head into it, letting out a small sigh as arousal shot down my body and settled between my legs. Colleen had squatted down into the other corner and was bouncing up and down a little; a thrill ran down my spine as I realized she was trying to hold everything in with her heels. I reached up and idly stroked my right breast, pretending to adjust my shirt as I did so. For some weird reason, I was so turned on it wasn't even funny.
"Fuck," she muttered; she then stood up again quickly, moaned, and stuck both her hands in between her legs, blushing as she did so. "I'm sorry," she nearly whined. "I don't know how much longer this is going to take, but I really need to pee."
"It's cool," I replied offhandedly, pretending to stare off in the other direction and trying to ignore the wetness of a different sort that was beginning to soak my own pants. "That really sucks... I hope they fix it soon too."
She rocked back and forth on her heels, hands still between her legs, muttering curses under her breath. "Oh my God, no," I heard her gasp all of a sudden. In the reflection of the door I could see a small dark spot spread in the crotch of her khaki uniform pants as she removed her hands and squatted back down.
"It can't be that much longer," I tried to reassure her.
"I know... I hope so..." I glanced over at Colleen; she was rocking back and forth on her heels again, a hand futilely trying to hold anything else from coming out. "Oh, fuck," she said again. "I can't... oh shit, I can't hold it much longer..."
I couldn't help but glance over; she tried to stand halfway up, grabbed one of the side rails, then doubled over. "Oh, no," she whispered, eyes closing as a larger gush of pee soaked through the crotch of her pants, down her thighs, and dribbled onto the floor.
I crossed the small space of the elevator and knelt down next to her as she squatted back down into the corner. "It's okay," I said softly, placing an arm around her shoulders.
"No, it's not. God, this is so embarrassing... " She put her head down and placed a hand on my knee to steady herself. Boldly, I reached my free hand over and stroked her hair. "It's all right," I reassured her again. "I won't tell anyone."
"Oh, God," she whispered again. "I'm so sorry... I can't help it... oh shit, it's coming..."
I felt her body tense up, then release as a huge torrent of piss gushed out of her. It completely soaked her crotch instantly; I glanced down and watched the stream as it hit the floor with an unmistakable hissing noise. "Oh, fuck," Colleen whimpered; she managed to stop for a moment, then burying her face in her hands, spread her knees a little and finished what she couldn't help but start.
As Colleen squatted, crying, pee still flowing out of her, I couldn't help but move away a little, unbutton my pants, and quickly bring myself to a shallow orgasm. As I came, I silently thanked the elevator gods for providing me with such an amazing opportunity.