Rachel's Wet Deadline

Rachel cursed herself. She couldn’t believe she’d let the deadlines for her paperwork get so close. Now she was stuck at her desk trying to finish up before the evening UPS pick–up came. The contracts for the publisher’s authors for the next year had to go out today so they could be filed in time. Otherwise the company would lose money on its contracts, and Rachel would lose her job.
She was also cursing everything she’d had to drink today. Her bladder was being stretched beyond limits holding the remains of all the cups of coffee and her giant soda from lunch. Rachel had been so busy thrashing on her contracts she hadn’t noticed a need to visit the bathroom, but now she was at the point her bladder could be ignored no longer.
She had five more contracts to go, and an hour to do them in. Just like college, working on a term paper at the last minute, she could always get more done when her adrenaline was pumping. Normally one contract would take an hour or so, but Rachel had enough experience she could get through them quicker than most when she needed to.
God she needed to pee! Rachel squeezed her legs together underneath her desk, bunching the material of her cr’me colored skirt to help keep control of her bladder. She thanked whatever had her choose not to wear a thong today. Underneath her skirt was a pair of white Victoria’s Secret string bikinis, from a trip to the mall the previous weekend.
There were still a few people in the office, every now and then someone would come in and drop something in her in basket. Her desk was the sort her legs and waist were hidden from view, so no one could see the desperate bouncing of her foot and her elbow rest on her groin.
Working on the contracts was getting harder and harder as her bladder screamed for release. But the bathrooms on her floor were closed for repair, the nearest one being on one of the floors above or below. Rachel didn’t have the ten minutes to spare for relief, she just had to hold on. Her job depended on it.
Suddenly her crotch began to burn fiercely, Rachel wincing in discomfort as she felt a quick squirt into her panties. Glancing down, nothing showed on her skirt, but the brief release only served to make her need even more urgent. The need to go was keeping her from concentrating on her work, and she watched every tick of the clock move closer to her deadline.
Finally something deep down inside Rachel took over. With her job on the line, she needed all her concentration, and sometimes, as Rachel knew all too well, people have to do strange things to keep their jobs or get something important done. With her bladder at its breaking point, and another squirt of hot piss dampening her crotch, a decision was made. Fortunately she kept some extra clothes in her desk for an emergency, and this qualified.
First she reached over and closed her office door. There was no way to pull her skirt out from under her butt, so Rachel just scooted her chair all the way up to her desk so her lower body was completely hidden from view. All the while, desperate squirts of piss jetted into her panties. She felt a small wet spot on her skirt blossom underneath her hand.
Rachel sighed loudly as she finally lost control, her bladder erupting into her panties and skirt. She could hear a hissing sound as the feeling of hot, wet urine spread all over her butt. She could hear the patter of piss against her panties and skirt, the drips of her release dripping off her chair to the floor. Her head tilted back with pleasure as the feeling of desperate relief washed over her body. Her panties, skirt and chair were taking quite a soaking, but Rachel didn’t care, she’d take care of the clean–up later.
As her flow tapered off, Rachel looked down at her skirt, noticing it had become partially transparent, the yellowed outline of her little white panties visible along with her tanned legs.
Now free of the physical burden of her bladder, Rachel was able to fully concentrate again on her contracts. With five minutes to spare, she finished the last contract, slipped everything in the UPS box and set it on her desk. Looking down at her chair and the carpet beneath, there was a decent wet stain to be seen. Rachel decided she’d spill some coffee on the chair and floor to blame the stain on and mask the hint of pee odor in the air.
Opening one of her drawers, she pulled out some spare clothes she kept for emergencies. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, looking down at her yellow stained Victoria’s Secret panties. Looking at them caused her to get another warm feeling in her crotch, this time from another desire she hadn’t felt in a while. She gently caressed herself through the soaked cotton fabric of her string bikinis, sighing softly as she touched her sensitive areas. She was so engrossed she hadn’t noticed the UPS girl standing in the doorway to her office.
Rachel blushed furiously at being seen in such a state, but noticed the UPS girl had kept the door fairly closed.“Uh, sorry to walk in on you, but I figured you had left something for me to pick up. I know it’s your deadline time.”
She walked over to grab the package and the door to Rachel’s office closed behind her. She smiled at Rachel, stealing several glances at her dripping panties.
“Caught a little short?” she asked Rachel.
“Yeah, had to get these finished up and couldn’t waste a second to go to the bathroom.”
“I’ve been caught short a few times myself on this job. Rushing to make up lost time from traffic or waiting on packages, bathroom time is short sometimes. Last week I squirted a couple of times in my briefs before I made it back to the shipping center.”
She stepped close to Rachel, the scent of piss filling her nostrils, along with another scent Rachel’s body was putting out right now. Rachel herself was breathing heavy, the situation putting her in a place she’d never been before. No one had ever seen her have an accident before. Always when it happened she was alone, alone to secretly enjoy the pleasure of losing control.
“Don’t think anyone will be able to tell if I add to your puddle, I’m bursting myself!”
The UPS girl quickly unzipped her brown shorts and stepped out of them, standing in front of Rachel in her brown uniform shirt and a pair of Hanes Her Way Sporty Hi–Cuts, bright pink. She sat in Rachel’s soaking chair, the seat squishing beneath the girl’s panty clad bottom. Rachel watched as the crotch of the pink panties grew dark, piss pouring forth. The UPS girl’s panties went dark to the waistband as she relieved herself.
“Looks like you weren’t quite finished.”
Rachel looked down and saw that she was peeing again. So engrossed in watching the delivery girl piss her panties, Rachel didn’t even sense her bladder’s sympathetic release of what was left in it.
“Oh shit!” the UPS girl exclaimed, “I forgot my spare panties today! These shorts are so uncomfortable without underwear, they feel like sandpaper!”
Rachel looked at her for a second,” Let me get changed, I’ll go to my sister’s desk. She keeps a spare pair of panties in her drawer just in case something happens to her at work. You look about the same size as her.”
Rachel changed and went to get the panties. When she came back, the UPS girl was standing next to the desk in her soaked panties. Rachel noticed they were still dripping, which was a bit odd.
“Sorry, I had to go again. Your chair’s totally soaked!”
Rachel handed her the dry panties, a pair of Jockey for Her white cotton high–cuts. She stared in fascination as the UPS girl stripped off her wet panties, exposing a clean shaven crotch, her womanhood bulging with excitement. Rachel watched as she put the dry panties on, stepping close and running her hand up the girl’s leg and across the front of her fresh panties.
“How long do you think these will stay dry?”
The UPS girl looked at her coyly, lifting up both pairs of wet panties between them.
“Not sure, why don’t we find out together?”
By: Goldensurfer