I Think my Boss Needs to Pee Ch. 03

In the early hours of the morning, Karenna lay in bed. She had thrown her shorts off, and they lay in a crumpled pile. Her breathing was labored, her fingers expertly massaging her tight wet snatch. She was thinking about it again. Mary-Ann's accident was burned into her mind. The more Karenna recalled it, the more detail she remembered. Her boss's movements, her clutching and grabbing of her skirt. Everything that led up to the final moment of discovery. Karenna's pussy ached, throbbed and quivered as her fingers deftly brought her to climax. She moaned, nearly screaming in pleasure. Toes curled and knees shook as Karenna came.

It took a few moments after she finished, but her breathing eventually returned. Still panting, Karenna closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep. Her mind wandered as a smile crossed her face. The conversation afterwards. Maybe Mary-Ann was into her too. Maybe her boss enjoyed the show as much as Karenna had. As Karenna fell back asleep, she could only hope that they'd be able to play again soon.

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Nearly a month had passed since Mary-Ann's embarrassing day. While in the heat of the moment in her car experience, she had acknowledged that she was into the very thing that nearly ruined her. However in the mental clarity following her adventure, she wanted to deny it. The two or so evenings in a week that she would have the urge to pleasure herself, she would try to imagine her past boyfriends. Or some muscular man that she could lust over. Anything to deny her desires. Yet it would seem as though the universe itself was mocking her. It had taken nearly a week for the carpet cleaners to get to her office, and while the smell was gone, the discolored stain was not. Everyday she had to walk into her office, and everyday she was remined of the battle she lost against herself. Worse still, everyday was a reminder of her own desires that she now so desperately denied.

Despite her best efforts to quell her gnawing interest in self-exploration, she still found herself at the end of a long day, squirming in her chair. Sure, she could have feasibly gotten up and used the rest room, or excused herself during a meeting. But here she sat, behind her expensive desk, legs crossed and wrapped in pantyhose. The discolored stain looked back at her, warning her of this silly game, but she ignored it. Her pen tapped as she looked over her sales pipeline again.

Mary-Ann sighed as her office door opened. Karenna walked in quickly, her laptop in hand.

"Sorry I'm late! The Williamson's just left! I think we'll close on the deal sometime next week."

Mary-Ann put her pen down and smiled at her rushed protégé. Standing, she begun to help Karenna set up the wires and gadgets they'd need for their last meeting of the day. At least it was virtual.

"Good job Kar, look at you go!" Mary-Ann patted her on the back "Building your own little clientele, huh?"

Mary-Ann was standing over the spot on the rug. As she did so, she unconsciously pressed her thighs together, betraying her need.

"It's really starting to come together." Karenna's eyes darted over to her boss's thighs. A slight smile crossed her face

"What?" Mary-Ann asked as their eyes met

"Nothing." Karenna was still smirking as she crossed her legs, her light blue dress pants creasing as she did so. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"

"You said it. I had back to back meetings this morning, a working lunch, and then a two o'clock. I had like a half hour of private time before this meeting."

Karenna pointed to a tall silver flask on Mary-Ann's desk

"Did you really finish that whole thing today?"

"Uh-huh. Whole thing of water. Twice"

"Tell me about it, I think I've only had coffee and soda today." Mary-Ann was about to respond when Karenna interrupted "No! That's a lie! I had a water bottle with my lunch."

"Ehh, you're young, that sounds good enough."

"You're young too boss! What are you talking about?"

The two smiled a friendly smile. As they did, Mary-Ann unconsciously crossed her legs. This time it was a little more obvious.

"You're just trying to butter me up." She said in a pleasant tone "C'mon." Her business instincts took back over. "We do have a meeting here though."

Karenna had noticed Mary-Ann's movement again. Keeping her smile she asked

"You sure you don't need anything before we start prepping?"

"No, I'm good."

"Good." Karenna's smile faded into a devilish smirk "Me too."

The two finished setting up the computer, and took a seat. Mary-Ann sat behind her large desk, and Karenna took one of the nice chairs in front of it. As Mary-Ann preened her beige pencil skirt, she also subtly placed a hand over her crotch. Watching her boss intently, Karenna thought she'd do the same. She wasn't completely lying. It had been a while since she'd had a break, and her consumption of different beverages had started to put a strain on her bladder. While she was nowhere near desperate, it was another opportunity to act it out with her boss. Karenna was ecstatic. Perhaps her private fantasies were becoming a reality. Still, there was work to be done.

"Forgive me if this sounds like a stupid question, but how are we supposed to prep for a meeting like this?"

"It's not a stupid question Kar. To be honest, this is my first meeting like this too. I guess we're kind of interviewing the interviewers, aren't we?"

Karenna nodded, and slowly crossed her legs, squirming in her seat. Mary-Ann continued

"I told this firm to try and put out as many initial interviews as they could." She sighed "Not sure about the quality, but we need a lot of new people."

"Maybe its not my place boss, but um...how can you afford that?"

"Kar, we made sixty thousand dollars last month. The only we're going to be able to double that is by expanding our staff" She smiled "...and I guess that starts with a surprise for you."

"Really?"

Mary-Ann kept her smile "I'm officially giving you a title, consider it a promotion! You're my new head of sales."

"New h...wait what? Really?"

Mary-Ann nodded as Karenna matched her smile. Goosebumps developed on her dark skin as the reality of what Mary-Ann had said set in.

"Why me? P-pro..." Karenna's sentence trailed off as the shock of her sudden promotion set in

"Of course, it comes with a raise too."

Karenna stood, reaching out for a hug. She couldn't believe her luck. Mary-Ann reciprocated, and stood back up, wincing as she did. Keeping her thighs pressed together, she took a few steps towards her employee, as Karenna stood to accept the embrace.

Karenna couldn't help but notice Mary-Ann's slow movements. Trying to remain professional, she held back her quickly forming tears and bobbed her knees in her own growing desperation. Her head rested on her bosses chest, just under Mary-Ann's large breasts. It was a position Karenna wished she could stay in forever. She added

"You don't know how much this means to me!"

"So you're going to need to do some interviews too, just as a heads up."

Karenna didn't respond, she held the embrace for as long as was socially acceptable before ending it.

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The meeting started with a bit of a hitch, the small boutique recruiting agency had trouble with their internet. The webcam shook and moved on the big TV screen in the conference room in front of the two business women, and Karenna took the time to cross, then recross her legs in her chair. The movement caused a quick glance between the two office ladies, and they each gave a slight smirk.

Karenna could feel the light pressure pushing against herself. The familiar fullness would have normally caused her to find a way to relieve herself. Instead, she tried to focus on the meeting and jostled a little in her seat.

Eventually the meeting started. The recruiters gave a few names, but the first of any interest to Mary-Ann was a résumé from a girl named Mika. She was fresh out of college and from what Mary-Ann could see, it was the résumé of someone who was not only studious now, but could potentially be molded into a strong organizational leader.

As the recruiter went through a couple more names of people that she had interviewed, Mary-Ann started to feel more and more desperate. Internally she felt conflicted. She should be excusing herself from this meeting. she should behave. But inside she wanted the excitement that her past experience had brought her. Finding herself less and less able to sit still, she gently put the heel of her hand against her crotch, softening the calls from her bladder.

Karenna had more than enough qualified sales people to pick from. She wanted to interview two candidates, one man named Tyler, and a woman named Cassie. She was surprised that Mary-Ann only picked one person, but perhaps that was due to experience. Maybe Mary-Ann just knew what she wanted. In another way, Karana knew what she wanted. She could feel her bladder asking more and more clearly for relief. The pressure was beginning to push down on her tight shaven pussy, and the thought of admitting her need to Mary-Ann was getting more and more enticing.

The woman on the other end of the camera became more and more of a background noise to Karenna as her lips nearly salivated at the excitement of asking Mary-Ann for permission to leave the meeting. Looking over and anticipating her question at the first chance she got, Karenna was suddenly distracted by a new sight.

Her boss was clutching the hem of her beige skirt with both of her hands, her legs crossed. It was very obvious that she needed to pee too. Karenna felt a cold shiver down her spine. Pure excitement. She thought about it for a moment and wondered if it was the same skirt that Mary-Ann had wet all those weeks ago.

What Karenna didn't know was that she was right. Well unintentional that she was wearing it today, Mary-Ann had washed her skirt since the incident and have re-added it to her rotation. Which by coincidence, she was now holding on to the growing pain in her bladder. Mary-Ann could feel it weighing just above her pelvic muscles like a stone. For her whole life, this would have been a distresser, but now it was something more.

She was surprised when the recruiter on the other side of the camera began to wrap up the meeting. It shouldn't have been a shock, but Mary-Ann was more than a little distracted. She bit her lip, the first wave of desperation coming to her.

She didn't even have all that many notes written, just the basic background and contact information for Mika. She had hoped that Karenna had gotten the same info for her interviews. As the meeting broke, Karenna stood, her legs crossed. She was the first to speak of the two.

"That was productive." She paused "Um..." A sly smile broke on her face. "Can I go to the bathroom really quick?"

Karenna's heart skipped a beat as she asked. If only for the history between the two that had existed since Mary-Ann's accident. Karenna noticed as her boss spoke, that her hips were bent forward a little. Obviously trying to relieve some pressure on her filled bladder.

"Of course. You don't have to ask me Kar."

Karenna nodded, asking sheepishly "Do...you have to go too?"

"No." Mary-Ann said emphatically. "I'm fine." She smiled through her obvious discomfort

As Karenna walked down the hallway, she wondered if Mary-Ann was playing the same game. She dropped her things at her desk, and moved herself towards the bathroom. Unimpeded, she made it. Undoing the black belt she was wearing, and pulled down her pants.

In a quick second, yellowish, hot urine began to trickle out of her, before it formed into a cohesive flow. It splashed the water below her, creating a unique sound that rang throughout the restroom as her tight snatch hissed. Karina had a smile on her face, and not just from the pleasurable feeling of a deflating bladder, but the fact that she and her secret crush were playing a sexy little game between themselves. Or at least, in Karenna's mind, they were.

Her stream of piss splattered the inside of the toilet bowl, marking the insides of it with fresh droplets of urine, and Karenna could see small droplets of almost clear pee glistening from her pink skin. They splattered against her thighs as her bladder eased itself of the burden she had given it.

As her stream started to die down and her arcing flow returned to her, Karenna thought about what she'd just done. What was left of her pee now dripped from her privacy, and she took a second before wiping it. Her more conscious mind took back over, and she scolded herself. She shouldn't be thinking about this. Mary-Ann had an embarrassing thing happen to her and here Karenna was trying to reminisce on it. Her lust-filled mind retaliated as she wiped her self and flushed. She wanted her boss to notice her. What better way was there? Wearing reveling clothes or a joke here or there was one thing, but this was different. This they shared between themselves. To Karenna's knowledge she was the only one that knew that Mary-Ann peed herself in her office. As far as she was concerned, it would be something they and only they knew. As she left work for the day, she couldn't help but fantasize about another time like this. Hopefully, she thought, Mary-Ann had picked up on her desperation too.

As Mary-Ann was done packing up, she felt another wave of desperation come to her. It was nothing she couldn't handle. Just a discomfort. But knowing how bad traffic could get, the voice in the back of her head was telling her that this was a bad idea. Consciously, she couldn't even give herself a reason as to why she was doing it. All that she knew was that subconsciously, maybe even on a primal level, that this is what she wanted. She was no philosopher, or psychologist, nor did she pretend to be one as she exited the office for the day. Her logical mind argued that there was no reason for the pain she might endure as she climbed into her SUV. It told her to go back in there and use the restroom. She did not. Her thoughts instead turned to the desperate pee that she had on the side of the road on the same day of her embarrassing accident. As she turned on the car, she sighed. Was she really going to do this to herself?

While her answer was not directly formed from her logical mind, her actions spoke to her desires. She wasn't but a few minutes from the office, and she began to jiggle her thighs while stopped at a red light. She wasn't even sure what she was trying to accomplish. If was the act of climbing out of her car and pissing exposed in front of unnamed strangers, or if it was the loss of control she had an experienced that same day. She could recall the events so vividly now, and what should have been a day to forget had turned into a feeling of desire. For what reason she could not say.

But whether her current need was staged or not, the pain wasn't any less real. Mary-Ann gave a deep breath in. And out. The first line of brake lights appeared. She grabbed her crotch again though her skirt, and started to sit harder in the driver seat by pressing herself against the seat, trying to apply pressure to her pussy. She could feel the back of her skirt respond and rub against the back of her thighs.

Her need subsided for a while. While it still gnawed at her, the pressure emanating from her bladder was more of a dull ache than an immediate pain. As she sat at a red light, Mary-Ann couldn't help but look over at the car next to her. A naughty thought came to her, and she felt a jolt of excitement wash over her. They have no idea how bad I have to pee right now. It was dirty, taboo, and even if she wasn't willing to admit it, it was exactly what Mary-Ann wanted.

She was nearing home when her desperation came back in force. No longer could subtle occasional movements hold off the sensations from her bladder, now it was starting to require her full attention. Bearing her fist down against her crotch Mary-Ann exhaled deeply. She tried to imagine the pressure in her filled bladder dissipating through her breath. It did little to quell the pain. Despite the strain of holding back the flooding liquid of her large bladder, Mary-Ann couldn't help but feel invigorated. Though she wasn't ready to admit it to herself, the fact that she was going to experience a new part of her psyche was exciting.

As she parked the car at her apartment building and gingerly climbed out, her desperate state had become less of a burden and was more akin to a workout. Uncomfortable, but not unwelcome. And just like a workout, it was intentional.

She darted up the stairs, her hand placed in front of her crotch the entire way. Mary-Ann's heels banged against the concrete on each step. As she reached her apartment door, the greatest wave of desperation overcame her. It caught her off guard as the feeling of all the contents of her bladder pushed against her waning strength.

Now unable to focus on unlocking her apartment door, Mary-Ann grabbed her taught snatch with her left hand. Bending forward, she used her right hand to clutch her bottom, her fingers touching her pussy from behind. The counter force was enough to hold back her advancing piss. For now. Intentional or not, her desperation was very real.

Standing slightly, she removed her right hand from her backside and used it to grab for her keys. Crossing her legs, with her other hand still buried in her crotch, Mary-Ann again went for the door. It was then that she heard a noise from the steps beside her.

Her neighbor, who was one of a few roommates, was trudging up the stairs. Their eyes locked, Mary-Ann still in her desperate stance, and his eyebrows raised in confusion or amusement. Mary-Ann couldn't tell which as she blushed. He knows she thought He knows I have to pee. The business woman could feel her nipples harden under her blouse, and as Mary-Ann finally dashed into her apartment, she could feel her pussy tingling in excitement.

She kicked off her heels as soon as she entered. She was as horny as she was desperate. Darting into the bathroom, she clicked on the light. Just the sight of the toilet increased her desperation tenfold. The first thing she did was hike up her beige pencil skirt and contort her long, smooth legs. Mary-Ann squirmed and writhed in a subconsciously desired desperate state, not admitting to herself that this is what she had wanted since she first felt the twinge of her bladder that afternoon. Pulling down her pantyhose, she took a moment to admire her current stance. She pulled on the sides of her panties, wedging the fabric between her labia. Her lips visible through the fabric.

She watched herself in the mirror as she jammed her hands back into her crotch. Still bent forward, she was getting a thrill from watching herself jitter in forced desperation. Not wanting to admit it, she looked away from her figure in the mirror and focused her gaze on the toilet in front of her. Mary-Ann's logical mind begged her to just go where she was supposed to. But she was beyond horny. Excited, enthralled, and enticed with the discovery of herself, Mary-Ann made the conscious decision to instead climb into the shower. No! She argued with herself This is disgusting, this is wrong. You're better than this. Her business oriented mind tried to fight, it tried to stop her body. But it was too late. Mary-Ann's sexual subconscious and primal urges had won. Dropping her hands to her sides and closing her eyes, Mary-Ann took a deep breath. Finally she admitted to herself. She may be a business owner, a professional and a leader, but her strongest current desire could not be more clear. She wanted to pee herself.

This time it would be on her terms, with her consent and her control. Exhaling, Mary-Ann tried to let go. She felt a rush. Then nothing. She attempted again to relax. Nothing still. She had to pee and was ready to let it out, but still, nothing. She tried again, this time she visualized pushing her bladder beyond her mental barrier and felt a rush through her urethra towards her pee hole.