Carlee Pee, the Meter Reader

This story is fictional.
Carlee really enjoys her new job as a meter reader for the public works department. She had always been an outdoors type, but not like the earthy women one usually associates with this stereotype. Carlee was 23–years–old, fresh out of university and working towards a career in municipal government. She thought that starting out with a first job as a meter reader would enable her to get real–world experience in local government as well as helping her keep fit. At the same time, she also thought that this job would allow her to indulge in her fetish of desperation and panty wetting, without anyone knowing.
Carlee is about 5’6” tall, with medium–length auburn hair and a great smile. Her eyes are hazel, her nose appropriately cute. Her measurements are 34C–28–37, with nearly perfect olive–toned skin and what any normal male would say was a great ass. Even though she liked camping, hiking and outdoor activities, she still considered herself quite ‘girly,’ meaning she loved to wear tiny, nylon panties, lacy bras and when she would go out on a date, pantyhose and a sexy slip under her skirt. But this story is about her daily work as a meter reader, something she thought was sort of funny, reading water meters as she was about to burst her bladder from holding in her pee for several hours each day. Carlee’s daily route takes her through many subdivisions and residential neighborhoods. The work is not terribly demanding, with the wireless transponders in use, all she does is walk from house to house, picking up the readings on her handheld data collection unit. She either walks in front of the houses or through their backyards, depending on the location of the transmitter on the house. She usually wears comfortable, yet rugged shoes, jeans or work pants, usually in blue or khaki, and in warm weather, a city–issued shirt identifying her as a municipal worker, along with a garish fluorescent orange safety vest, required according to the regulations. Despite her mundane outer garments, she always is all woman underneath, today sporting a black nylon and lace front–close bra that is one of her favorites, along with a sexy pair of nylon string bikini panties, ivory in color with a bit of lace, the triangle of thin nylon just barely covering her substantial bush. She loved the feel of her panty crotch on her pussy and especially knowing that she would be soaking it at least once with her piss before the day was up. Carlee usually starts her day with a large coffee, followed by a one–liter bottle of water, her carry–along beverage for her shift. Her goal is to consume the entire one–liter of water before 11 a.m., so she is good and desperate prior to lunch. She had to be careful when she took her first pee, because her pants usually get quite soaked.
Typically, she drives through the nearest fast food restaurant in her city vehicle, so no can see her pissed–in pants. If she meets someone for lunch, she usually goes at the restaurant bathroom, but sometimes feeling naughty, she deliberately soaks her panty crotch on the toilet, loving the look and feel of the pissy wet fabric hugging her pussy and bottom of her ass cheeks as she walks about or sits. It was a daily ritual she truly enjoyed and hoped she would be able to find a man she could marry that would understand and cherish her special attraction to this hot, golden liquid. Sometimes, Carlee dribbles a bit into her panties while she walks from house to house and randy thoughts fill her head. She sometimes fantasizes about ringing a doorbell along her route, ready to burst into her pants while asking to use the bathroom. How wonderful it would be to ‘accidentally’ empty the contents of her bladder into her panties and pants while standing in front of a handsome man, under the guise of having to use the bathroom.
She tingled just thinking about this scenario. Today, Carlee went about her rounds, feeling a bit more bursting than usual. It was only 10:30, but she was ready to go. She began by letting out a few spurts of hot urine into her panty crotch, suitably soaking the crotch and the filmy nylon that covered her bush. Nothing was showing on her pants yet, as the panties, albeit so small and sexy, did a commendable job of absorbing her initial yellow deposit. Her body flushed in anticipation of the mother lode soon to come. On this particular occasion, she spotted a fence, somewhat secluded by a row of trees that would allow her to squat down and piss to her heart’s content. She shuffled over to the fence, and with her legs trembling with excitement– she knelt down a bit. In mere seconds, the entire contents of her well–trained and suitably sized bladder emptied into her string bikini panties and blue work pants. The feeling was indescribable. Carlee closed her eyes and enjoyed the rush, feeling her panties become absolutely sodden along with her work pants, glistening with her hot piss, as it dripped somewhat noisily onto the ground. Her cascade of pee lasted about 45 seconds, not a personal record, but a bit longer than usual. She stood up, feeling her saturated panties clinging to her body, while she smiled to herself at the way her pants looked, soaked and darkened, but surprisingly, not that much worse for wear. By way of experience, she knew her pants would dry suitably in about 30 minutes, so no one watching her would be any wiser to the piss–soaking spectacle she just performed. The best part of her daily pants soaking was that Carlee knew about as soon as she dried off, she would be re–wetting her panties and pants. It is the re–wetting that turns her on the most, pissing with abandon through her barely recovered panties and knowing when she gets home, the sight of her yellowed, piss–stained panties would send her hand down their waistband and straight to her clit for a well–deserved and greatly anticipated masturbation session, ending with yet one more grand spurt of fresh, hot urine covering her hand, her panties and anything else in vicinity, as she climaxed with a strong bucking and immeasurable pleasure. Thus was the daily routine of Carlee Pee, the meter reader. If you see her, take solace in the fact that here is a woman, who loves wearing sexy lingerie, especially panties, and absolutely, without question, loves to piss in her panties and pants. Her daily piss sessions help her pass the time during what is a pretty boring job, but since she is always thinking of her next piss, what pair of her 50 different panties she will be wearing the next day and how she can’t wait to meet a man with whom she can share her most intimate and horny fetish, she’s never too far from achieving ecstasy. All she has to do is open her flood gates and feel the warmth of her amazing piss, soaking into her panties where it belongs and letting her dream of one day, becoming the leader of municipal government that she longs to be.
By: Grif