I notice she is sitting with her legs crossed. She does not know I am watching her as she tries to focus on her work. She bounces slightly back and forth in the chair.
After a minute she stands up slowly, but with thighs pressed together she still types something on her laptop while being slightly bent over. One final strong hit on the enter key and before I can do anything she starts walking in fast pace towards the toilets.
To my surprise she misses the toilet door and walks behind a kitchen counter that’s part of our small office kitchen area. I almost missed the opportunity so now I simply have to act.
I am pretty sure there actually is nobody else on our floor. Post covid times, you know. Without a word I also walk into the kitchen space. I do not look on her, she does not look on me. But you sense in the air that – no doubt – the game is on.
I approach the sink to wash my hands. Reason one – I know she appreciates higher level of hygiene. Reason two – the sound of running water will put extra pressure on her need to go.
I still do not know what she is doing there but honestly I do not care at all. I suddenly turn and press myself on her from behind which also pushes her underbelly against the hard edge of the kitchen counter.
She gasps and I swear I feel how she squeezes her legs together even more. But she does not say a word of protest. We both notice how the front of my pants promptly feels harder and stiffer touching her ass.
I can hear her breath get faster and I am satisfied with myself travesti istanbul knowing how horny this makes her.
I surprise her by wrapping my hands around her chest and feeling the now also hard nipples. She moans softly, it is barely audible.
But I do not stop there. Both my hands go down to her waist and I slowly unbutton her pants. She tries to turn around, maybe to ask me if I am crazy, because somebody might see us. We are alone on the floor but not in the building.
I refuse her movement and press her against the kitchen again. In the end I do not have to exercise any unnecessary strength as she submits to my will without resitance.
I resume my course of actions and unzip her jeans and even pull the waist down a bit. Top of her white boyshorts panties is now clearly visible. She knows I rather like more cloth than less. That I work better on the side of the untold and unseen, the side that allows imagination.
I jam my hand inside of her pants and compress strongly on her bladder during the process. She moans a bit louder than is generally acceptable for office environment.
I move my hand over that white piece of underwear. Even over the fabric I can feel how hot and wet her crotch is. It is one of the rules – I don’t touch her pussy directly, only through the undies at least.
With every few movements when massaging her clit I also press on her underbelly with the palm of my hand.
She lowers her head with eyes closed and whispers: “No, I will pee myself.” Hearing that makes my istanbul travestileri dick even harder. She must feel it too as it is pressing on her ass very closely. She massages it by rubbing her bum on my crotch in trousers. That is another rule – my cock must never leave my pants. That’s the only way how to make sure things do not get out of hand completely. The game stays a game.
“You know what waits for those who pee in their pants, don’t you?” I whisper in her ear. I don’t know if she can imagine what I mean. Or if she would go that far into my fetish, but maybe we will find out sometimes.
After my last squeeze it suddenly gets way wetter and warmer in my hand inside of her pants. She squirts a jet of hot pee into her panties but manages to regain control. Her whole body trembles as she is terrified she will lose it completely in her jeans. But at the same time the sexual thrill is so powerful that she takes the otherwise unimaginable risk. And this was really close.
Suddenly I stop and pull my hand out of her pants. I yank her jeans back up over her waist. I sniff my hand which is absolutely soaked in juices and piss and I even lick my middle finger.
“I think you had a little accident, miss,” I whisper in her ear. And then I walk away without even turning my head once.
I know she will be furious, because apart from making her almost wet herself I also nearly made her cum. Well that’s pity – as another rule states, when one wants to come, one needs to do it him- or herself.
The last thing istanbul travesti I think I notice behind my back is hasty movement as she rushes to the toilet before the sweet relief arrives that would also mean torrents of hot pee running down her thighs. I hope she will make it, but also that she learns to bring spare pants to work from now on.
Thirty minutes later I sit at my desk and try to focus on work. I have to admit it is almost impossible. The erection is long gone by now, but the innocent game still occupies my mind. I do not haste to masturbate though, I am no teenager anymore.
She enters the room like nothing happened. I can’t help and my eyes go straight to her crotch. Her dark jeans do not show any evidence of previous experience. She comes to me and I can see in her face the righteous anger that I haven’t not finished her of before.
I smile at her and ask in playful tone if there is anything she needs my help with. Maybe to finish some project?
I know she is not mad at all, quite the opposite to be frank. But she stays in the role: “When you ruined it, you can wash it.”
And with that she pulls something wet and white from her purse. Well, maybe it is not perfectly white in some parts anymore. And she sticks it in my face right under my nose. When I inhale, it smells of heavenly scent.
She drops the panties in my hand, lowers herself down to me and whispers: “If you leave me unfinished one more time, I will make YOU piss in your pants. And then you will see what happens with those, who wet themselves.”
She turns and leaves me there with her wet underwear that smells of pee in my hand. You can try, miss, I tell myself.
On the other hand I have to admit that I love it when power balance shifts naturally back and forth, that I tell you.