The following week saw a most unexpected event.
Suzanne had rushed into the office early, her bladder bursting from all the water she had drunk during her long journey into work. Her boss was off on a training course and her colleague Helen had booked the day off to have her car serviced.
It was too good an opportunity to miss!
Normally, Suzanne’s daytime toilets would involve using the Ladies’ downstairs loo, selecting either the sink or the floor to relieve her pent up piss. After-hours peeing over the carpet was acceptable given that all trace would vanish by the following day (any smell hidden with a household cleaning spray), but never during the daytime. Today, however, would be different.
She savoured the sensation as she yanked down her black work trousers and white cotton panties, revealing the sight of her wide womanly bum cheeks and the deep groove of her pussy slit nestled between her creamy thighs. She sunk into her pee squat, her bare buttocks just inches away from the photocopier. The thrill of getting ready to pee over the office carpet at the start of the day was electric, knowing that the building was full of people going about their business. Fortunately, nobody would need her services until later in the day which meant there was nothing to stop the flow of piss now rushing down to her pussy lips.
A heartbeat later and she had started her toilet. Her pee hole opened, a jetting stream of bodily warmed piss shooting out as a fountain of hot urine to flow to the waiting floor below.
Her pee washed over the carpet, a dark stain growing around the smaller inner puddle that was expanding by the moment as Suzanne continued her much needed leak. She loved having a slash in such a way, an ultimate thrill. There was something so primordially rewarding about the act, more so for being a mature woman. Being fucked by her boyfriend lacked the same deep-rooted thrill, the knowledge that she was being so incredibly naughty turning her on massively, but not so much that she couldn’t continue her wee.
Suzanne was still pissing strongly when the office door opened. She had heard the lock turn, her heart freezing in horror. There was simply no time for her to stop peeing and yank up her lower garments before the new arrival would round the corner and find her in-situ; half-naked and in the very obvious act of having a wee!
‘Oh my god!’ said Helen as she came into sight. She was halfway through the act of removing her handbag, yet stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the sight of her co-worker squatting and peeing over the carpet. The stream of piss leaving Suzanne’s cunt waned and vanished.
‘What are you doing?’ blurted out Helen, her eyes opened wide.
There were so many ways that Suzanne could lie, maybe making up an excuse as to how she had been caught so desperate that she had no choice but to simply squat and go. With her mind racing for other similar excuses, Suzanne decided on a different course of tack – to tell the truth.
‘Loads of the women upstairs do it, you know.’
‘What, have a wee on the floor?’ Helen looked on disbelieving, her sight locked on the vision of Suzanne’s exposed pussy and the large damp stain on the carpet where she had just been peeing.