Tash’s boss is strict about toilet trips… she insists on coming.
She’s adorable. I want her. I wonder if she realises.
I’ve been working for Marlie for four weeks now, and they’ve been the toughest weeks of my life. Every day’s been a torment with ultimate temptation there in front of me, just feet away, at another desk. Every day, me wanting to go to her and touch her and tell her how much I want her. Every day, me thinking, “Don’t be stupid, she’s probably straight… she isn’t gay.”
She’s frowning now, on the phone. I can tell she’s having an argument. Her face has gone pink along the cheekbones and she’s breathing heavily, her gorgeous breasts lifting beneath her fresh white blouse. She always dresses like it’s the Fifties, in slim skirts, high heels and day after day, these snowy crisp blouses that are quite sheer so you can almost see her nipples through them.
“Tash,” she says quite sharply as she slams the receiver down, “Did you shred those letters to do with the Smithson account?”
Oh shit, I’ve fucked up! I just threw them in the bin…
“Er… no, Marlie… I just threw them out, as normal… should I have shredded them?”
“Well, you should really… but it’s a good job you didn’t. Upstairs wants another look at them… We’re going to have to retrieve them from the skip, I think.” She shrugs her shoulders and those sublime tits lift. I almost want to swoon, it’s such a pretty sight.
“Right, I’ll get on it!” I spring from my seat, and almost regret it. I’ve been wanting to go to the loo for a while now… but sometimes I like to hold it, and look at Marlie. Fantasising. The pressure pushes on my clit, and I get these delicious daydreams about her touching me and abusing me down there. I like to squeeze my thighs together and feel the pleasure-pain, imagining that it’s her tormenting me, making me wait. And then watching me when I have to give in and go.
“I’ll help you,” she says unexpectedly, rising from her chair and following me to the door. Oh, baby, I think dreamily as she follows me down the corridor and then down the steps into the yard where the bins are. It’s almost like I’m bearing the burning in my bladder as a trial of bravery just for her. It’s so intense my whole body tingles. I want to come.
I’m sweating by the time we reach the yard, and I wonder if she can smell me, all feral and horny. I still have no idea if she’s even in the slightest bit interested in me, but just as we’re about to dive into the grotty task of sifting through rubbish, she gives me a sly, secretive, sideways look… and a little wink.
We search. It’s grubby smelly work. But the fact that she’s so pristine, still, just makes me ache more. It gets to a pitch where I just can’t help myself. I clutch my hand to my crotch through my skirt, squeezing my full bladder. It only makes things worse instead of better.
Then behind me there’s a cough, and I whip round, hand still between my legs.
Marlie’s seen me. And oh, her eyes are sultry… She is interested!
“What’s the matter, baby?” She licks her lips, and drops the sheaf of paper she was holding, even though it might be the bunch of documents that we’re looking for. “Feeling horny?” For a moment, I’m dumbstruck… then I think, oh hell, go for it.
“Yeah, kind of… and I want to pee too.” I press my thumb against my lower belly, then groan and shimmy. It kind of hurts, but it helps me put on a show. I rock my hips, part my legs, wafting my groin at her like some kind of crazy sex slave.
She walks towards me, then, right out of the blue, my prayers are answered. She kisses me on the lips, and I can taste her lip gloss. It’s fruit flavoured. How bizarre… Her hand covers mine, also squeezing, and I groan at the pressure.
“Oh, Miss, I really need to pee,” I whimper, reverting to schooldays, or some kind of twisted fantasy of it.
“Well, then, you’d better do it then, hadn’t you?” she says archly, really getting into my scene. “Take down your panties and go there, in the corner.” She points to a blind spot, between a bin and the wall, that’s hidden from sight from above.
Still clutching myself, I waddle over, then lift my skirt and step awkwardly out of my panties. She gives me a narrow-eyed look, and I pull my skirt up to my waist, then hunker down, exhibiting my bush to her.
For a moment, I can’t go, but then she surprises me. Right there, in the middle of the yard, where she can be seen, she slides up her slim skirt over her hips and exposes herself to me.
Oh, how lush! She’s wearing stockings and suspenders, but no pants! She slides her hand over her belly and then down between the lips of her pussy. As she begins to rub herself, my floodgates open and I’m peeing, peeing, peeing as if I’ll never stop.
All the while I watch her playing with herself. She stands like a goddess. She looks so elegant. And all the time she’s making these little “mm… mm… mm…” noises.
I can’t believe it. I can’t resist her. I half crawl, half scuttle across the cobbles to get to her, and when I get there, she parts her legs and graciously allows me to get between them with my eager hungry tongue. She tastes so fine and salty that I can almost imagine she’s been longing for this at least as long as I have.
I lap and lick and suck and nibble. I’m a bit untidy with it, but she seems to enjoy it, still making those sexy noises. When she comes, her hips jerk hard, and she grabs at my hair and mashes my face against her pussy.
Moments later, it’s all over for her, and she straightens her skirt and blouse, and pats her hair… while I bring myself off, fast and hard, at her feet.
“Come on,” she says, “Let’s get out of here… It smells in this yard.”
“But what about those letters?”
She’s walking away, but as I speak, she turns and winks.
“Fuck the letters! I’ve got what I came down here for… How about you?”
I don’t argue. I rush after her. And I’m laughing.
