Jessica the Intern

[gldenwetgoose 20,203]

[Fictional story of Jessica the Intern learning to cope with limited office facilities.   Desperation, wetting and naughty pee]

 

The door swung open at the end of the office, breaking my concentration.  As I looked up across the sea of cubicles I saw Phillipa from personnel walk in followed by a tall slim young lady.  That would be Jessica then, the new intern.  Sure enough Phillipa made a beeline for my cubicle and introduced the young lady.

“So Jessica, let me introduce you to your line manager Karen Watts.  Karen this is Jessica, she’s going to be with you for the next twelve weeks.   Sorry we’re late by the way, my fault. We had a spot of trouble finding your new office.”

I smiled warmly at young Jessica and extended an arm to shake hands. Jessica smiled back in a shy but genuine way. I could tell she was shy by the way she immediately broke away from my gaze, hiding under her fringe as she looked down.  That gave me a moment or two to perform a bit more team lead body language analysis on her.

Long brown hair with subtle highlights, recently cut suggesting a girl who is particular about her appearance.  Just a little makeup, not that she really needed it. Apart from her eyes, those cheekbones, nose and lips made her absolutely stunning - but probably without a clue.  The perky  breasts of a skinny young twenty-something sat neatly beneath a work blouse and below that light grey check trousers that fitted perfectly to her slightly bony figure, what there was of it.

Half an hour later Jessica had been settled into her desk, I’d finished off the emails and admin I’d been doing and could give my full attention.  So after a bit of a chat we set off to do the normal circuit of the office. Introductions to colleagues, fire exits, printers and copiers, conference rooms, waste points, the kitchen and the fire exit doors.  Whilst we were by the doors I thought I’d better cover the essentials too.

“By the way Jessica, toilets:  through the door, go past the stairwell and just in the corridor on the other side.”

Then it was back to Jessica’s desk to get her IT systems set up and the first bits of mandatory training. All the dull but essential stuff.   After an hour it looked like Jessica had about finished so I wheeled my chair over for the boring bit where I drone on for hours on end.  To give credit, although Jessica wasn’t much of a conversationalist she was certainly an attentive listener, making notes and nodding intently.  I couple of times I saw her glaze over, but then my husband does that all the time so nothing new.  But we were making progress.

After about two hours of procedures I could see Jessica’s concentration start to wane. Not only that but her body language was showing all the telltale signs of bursting for a wee.  Although she hadn’t said anything, she’d been fidgeting and jiggling her leg about, not to mention generally being unable to sit still. I suggested we take a break and come back to it later.  I was ready for a brew anyway.

“Erm, yes I think I might just use the loo” she said in a quiet voice.

“Of course”, I replied “you remember where I said it was?” and Jessica nodded, before walking off towards the fire doors.

Two minutes later I was just stepping out of the kitchen area with my coffee as Jessica swung the office door open, both of us coming abruptly face to face with a start.

“Erm, could you tell me, erm, I think I, erm, er…. I couldn’t find the ladies.  The only door I could see was the gents?  Did I go the wrong way?” stammered Jessica, obviously in something of a predicament.

“No, sorry it’s my fault, I should have explained better” I said, smiling reassuringly at the worried young lady.  “You see we’ve recently moved offices, the building is being refurbished and there’s only our floor open.  We were on the next floor down but that’s closed so we’re making do with the Gents.  But don’t worry, you probably noticed there aren’t any guys in work at the moment.”

Looking very slightly reassured Jessica once more walked back through the door and out of sight.  I’d barely reached my desk and hadn’t taken a sip of my coffee when Jessica appeared back at my desk again, this time looking even more anxious, almost like she’d seen some ghostly apparition although her cheeks were slightly red.  Her body language gave away her desperation of course.

“Are you OK Jessica I asked, you look like you’re about to pass out!”

“Erm, it’s just that, it’s the mens’ and there’s those stand up things, I can’t use them…..’ Was the worried reply.

I tried my best not to laugh, it wouldn’t have been professional.  “Those are urinals, mostly they’re just the mens’ territory.  But there is a cubicle there too.”

“But it was locked” replied Jessica wild eyed, “Please what can I do?  I don’t know if I can hold on much longer!”

Looking at the young girl I could certainly believe her, she looked like at any moment her bladder may be about to release its contents down the legs of her skinny trousers. Not ideal in any circumstance let alone on her first day in the office.

“Come on young lady”  I smiled sympathetically, it’ll probably be free by now.

Together we walked beck to the doors, out into the corridor by the stairwell and to the toilet door.  Just as we got there the door swung open and one of the accounts ladies emerged smoothing down her skirt.   Still, I thought it only fair to make sure Jessica made it safely inside so I followed her into the gents, waiting by the sinks whilst she bolted for the cubicle.

She certainly had been desperate all right.  In her hurry she’d fumbled the door lock on the cubicle, so as she slammed the door it had bounce open slightly.  I didn’t have much choice but to see Jessica yank open the zip on the side of her trousers and then rip down both them and a bright pink lacy thong in one motion.  She’d managed to get them to about mid thigh and was half way to sitting  as a jet of urine shot out from her neatly trimmed ladyhood, whooshing noisily into the water below her.  Quickly she managed to park her bum on the toilet seat and at the same time closed and locked the door.

That’s when I found myself in that awkward limbo - I hadn’t really intended to stand listening to the intern taking a leak, but the longer I stood there the more awkward it would be to leave. So, stay I did whilst Jessica finished her pee - if she ever was going to finish.  Goodness knows how much she peed, goodness knows where she’d hid it all in her skinny frame, but she just seemed to go and go and go.  Not just a trickle either but this sounded like a full on gush from start to when she finally tailed off, two or three more spurts and then the sound of toilet paper being ripped off.  Finally a flush and Jessica emerged.

“Better?” I asked with a smile and a reassuring rub of her upper arm.

“Yes thank you” she smiled, almost making eye contact and still looking as if tears weren’t far away, “I really don’t want to think about what I’d have done if…..”  Her voiced trailed away as the thought entered her head.

“Well, it is a bit of an issue only having one toilet, but we do have various coping strategies. We’ll get you through don’t worry.   But for today I think you’ve taken in enough - ok?”

 

- - - - - - - -

 

The next two days Jessica seemed to be settling in to the office quite nicely.  Still very quiet, but she was interacting with me a little bit more and starting to be more proactive in asking for help.  Then on the Thursday morning, no Jessica.  Her desk was empty, no sign of life but an email popped up saying that she couldn’t come into work.  The way it was worded struck me as a bit strange, she hadn’t said she was ill, but it could have been maybe a family issue like a bereavement.  So that was that.

On Friday morning Jessica was in the office, but seemed more timid than ever. By mid morning she hadn’t come anywhere near my desk so I went to check on her.  I was due to do a first week appraisal anyway, but it seemed she barely could look me in the eye. Certainly something had gone on.

Sitting across a conference room table with a young intern who didn’t want to tell me what was worrying her, I felt like the detective in one of those fly on the wall police shows.  I reassured her that her work was exemplary and slowly she gained her confidence again.  It seemed she did like the work and she did like the team.  I marked all her forms with a glowing report and then made a point of putting my pen down and closing my notebook.

“Now, I need to ask about yesterday’s absence. I’m sorry but we need to talk about it just because it’s in your first week of placement.”

I certainly wasn’t expecting Jessica to break down in tears the way she did, sort of like I’d flicked a switch.  I sat and held her hand tightly for a good five minutes calming her down to the point where she was ready to talk.  When she did, all her words blurted out in a mad tumble.

“Well, it’s….  It’s…..  I really love the job… I don’t want to leave….  But I can’t cope with the toilet.  It’s horrid, I’ve never been good at waiting.  After not making it in time I just couldn’t face coming back in yesterday….  I’m sorry, please don’t sack me!”

Then more sobs and more hand holding.  Finally when she’d calmed down a bit, I put on my calmest most reassuring voice and tried to understand the situation.

“Well, I know you were very desperate, but I thought you made it?  You seemed OK at the time anyway?”  I asked.

“That was Monday” replied the young intern, “Yes, I’m talking about Wednesday night. My bus is at 5:17pm and if I miss it I don’t get home until late.  So as I was leaving I went to the toilet and there were people waiting.  I didn’t know what to do, I waited in the queue but I knew I couldn’t miss my bus.”

“Go on…” I said as supportively as I could.

“Well I sort of needed a wee, but I had to get my bus.  On the way home I was needing to wee worse and worse.  By the time I got off the bus I was really desperate and then it happened….”   Again Jessica’s voice trailed off and tears welled up in her eyes again.

“You mean, you had an accident?” I asked quietly.

Jessica nodded, “On my doorstep, my wee completely soaked my trousers right down both legs. I just couldn’t wait a moment longer.  Then I had to explain to my mum what had happened.  She said I shouldn’t be such a little girl.  I can’t believe I’ve just told you that. It’s so embarrassing.”

To be honest I was quite surprised Jessica had overcome her shyness to admit to it too, maybe we were getting somewhere.

“Right young lady” I started, realising it sounded a bit pompous and trying my best to be warm and encouraging,  “Firstly there’s to be no more talk of you leaving. OK?  I owe you an apology, there’s a few things I should have made clearer during your induction, so that’s my failing and I apologise for that.  Now, the rest of this I’m going to say as your friend. Is that OK?

Firstly you weren’t a little girl, it’s the sort of thing that happens to everyone.  Hell, I wet myself last week too. At the supermarket of all places.  Hopefully nobody noticed the ‘spillage’ at the checkout or the trail of dribbles to my car.  What happened to you was unfortunate. Unlucky maybe, but it could happen and does happen to all of us.  There are even some people who enjoy peeing in naughty places or wetting. Each to their own.”

With this Jessica seemed reassured, squeezing my hand back as I gripped hers and managing a weak smile.

“So, time to let you in on a few little office tips…  But these are inside office secrets only. You must promise not a word outside.”

With that Jessica looked up, actually making eye contact and smiling and nodding.

“First things first, remember when the busy times are. In the morning straight after arriving, lunchtime and last thing is when everyone needs the loo.  If you can time it for the middle parts of the morning and afternoon you stand much more chance.

Also, some wardrobe choices are easier than others.  You’ll probably not see anyone in the office wearing a one piece trouser suit for example. A dress or skirt makes things much easier.”

As I was just finishing that sentence, I don’t know if Jessica had noticed me shuffle forwards to sit on the edge of the conference room chair, but she certainly heard the splattering as I gently let my bladder start to empty itself.  It felt amazing as always of course, partly the naughtiness of peeing on the office carpet tiles and partly I had really needed to go for some time myself.   Jessica again made eye contact - her eyes wide and her mouth trying to form words.

“Are you….  I mean…. You’re weeing…. On the floor…. “

With that I giggled at the look of shock on her face.  I picked up an empty paper coffee cup someone had left and placed it beneath the table.  The sound of splattering on carpet was replaced by the rattle of my pee flowing into the cup.

“Is that better?  You see, with all girls in the office this happens all the time.  There’s no reason to be in discomfort.  Keep yourself hydrated and your pee won’t smell.  Lots of the girls keep an empty cup on their desk. Just have a look around when we go back out there.  Of course, skirt and no panties makes things easy too.

So, option one is keep a cup on your desk and if it makes you feel better, pretend you’re taking a personal call on your mobile, sneak in an empty meeting room with an empty cup and there you go.  Another option, if it’s not raining anyway, is the great outdoors.”

Again I couldn’t help but smile - partly at the look of surprise on young Jessica’s face, but also at the naughtiness that’d taken over in the few weeks since we’d moved into this office.   Over the next ten minutes I took great delight in reliving some of my experiences for the young intern. Of course I didn’t tell her just how much of a thrill I got every time.

There of course were first thing in the morning pees in the car park - that breakfast coffee just filtering through during the commute. What better way to deal with it than to open my car door, sit on the metal sill with skirt raised up and let fly.  With another car parked next to mine nobody would really suspect anything and if they could they wouldn’t be able to see much.   At the end of the day it wouldn’t be the first time either letting go standing with my car boot open either.

Then there were the bushes behind the smoking shelter.  Thinking of the girls around the office I couldn’t name too many of the girls who hadn’t had a sneaky wee there….  Thinking about all of these options was actually making me quite horny and wanting to go and be naughty, but I the fact young Jessica was sitting opposite me snapped me back to some sort of reality.

“So, those are options for good weather… you get the idea that we’re all girls together and pretty much anything, or rather anywhere goes!   One final suggestion - something you said on Monday… come with me!”

With that I stood up, straightening my pinstripe skirt and held the door open for Jessica.  Then I led the way down the corridor and out into the stairwell area.

“That reminds me” I said, “Don’t forget there’s the option of the cardboard skip downstairs”

The I held open the door to the gents and Jessica obediently walked in, looking at me questioningly.

“You said on Monday you couldn’t use ‘those things’” I said with a wink, waving an arm in the direction of the urinals.  “Now’s the time to learn.  Could you use a pee right now?”

Jessica nodded, and I hoped I could too.  I hadn’t completely emptied my bladder in the conference room.  Backing up towards the urinal I pulled up my skirt over my bare bum and held it bunched up in front of my stomach.  I looked at Jessica with the sort of look that she knew exactly what she was meant to do.  Fortunately she’d worn a summer dress which she hiked up in the same way with one hand, whilst pulling down pale blue cotton briefs with the other.  Dropping them to her ankles she stepped out and scrunched them in her hand.

Then we both adopted a standing slight squat, side by side each in front of a urinal.  My stream started first, not the most powerful, but a relief nonetheless as it hissed against the white porcelain.  After maybe twenty seconds my stream tailed off, I pushed harder to finish off before turning my attention to my young protege.

Jessica was in the same squatting position as I was, an intense look of concentration on her face. At first nothing and then she jumped, squealing slightly with “It ran down my leg!”

“You’ve never peed standing before then” I laughed “apart from on your doorstep maybe.   You need to push hard so it shoots away from your body, then push when you get to the last bits to keep the pressure going.”

Jessica nodded and resumed her concentrating face.  Soon a weak but continuous stream emerged, hitting the porcelain. Over the next few seconds as she gained her confidence her stream grew into a powerful hissing jet.

“Not too hard either otherwise you’ll splash yourself”

Jessica’s stream carried on for another maybe thirty seconds.  For a slim girl she could certainly hold some volume.  Finally her stream stopped and after two more spurts she stood up, this time making full eye contact and smiling at me.

“Does it sound weird, that was sort of fun” she blushed, “Thank you so much Karen.   I think I’m going to enjoy working here after all.”

 

 

[Dr.P 1,454]

@gldnwetgoose, Great story, with penetrating insights into the usually very private world of women's peeing. Extremely credible and believable, especially when told from a female point of view, which could have been challenging. But you knocked it out of the park! Thanks for a very enjoyable read! 

[Sophie 22,980]

That was incredible! Amazing imagary and I like how it was sort of two stories in one. First with Jessica being desperate and barely making it to the toilet, and then the second where she's using a urinal! and like Dr.P said, everything was so believable! I put myself right there in the office, picturing Jessica being shown around, introduced to people etc.

Thank you for writing and sharing!

[gldenwetgoose 20,203]

Thank you @Dr.P & @Sophie - glad you like it. I wasn't sure if it was a bit to slow and rambling...  But it is what it is...

 

[Sophie 22,980]

Just now, gldenwetgoose said:

I wasn't sure if it was a bit to slow and rambling

I'd say it was perfect, heck I wouldn't mind if it was even longer! It was a nice length that allowed me to properly get into it.

[gldenwetgoose 20,203]

1 minute ago, Sophie said:

I'd say it was perfect, heck I wouldn't mind if it was even longer! It was a nice length that allowed me to properly get into it.

Thank you.   I did wonder about bringing in a few more of the ladies in the office, but thank you!

[Dr.P 1,454]

@Sophie and @gldnwetgoose, I totally agree with Sophie on the length, but longer would have been good, too. The important aspects were the intimate insights, the total credibility, and the concurrent stories of using the toilet and the urinals. As Sophie says, the imagery adds to all of these effects, and the details of showing Jessica around the office, and introducing her, just make the story all the more real, as I see it.

[Alfresco 10,986]

Great story @gldenwetgoose  Definitely not rambling.   Just good information.  If anything I'd have welcomed Karen giving more details to Jessica about some of the pee options that she had used.  It is definitely believable as to the techniques that the office ladies had to resort to using and a very natural way of bringing up the subject with Jessica and helping her with her "problem".

[gldenwetgoose 20,203]

Well, I guess Karen could always carry out a 'week 2' appraisal for Jessica and a bit more on-the-job coaching for any aspects she's struggling a bit with.  It's no more than any half decent manager would do...

[Ajr972 790]

Such a hot story! Two of my favorite things with the desperation and nonchalant pee. I hope you continue writing these...

[wetwulf 3,180]

Hot story @gldenwetgoose! I especially like the part when Karen just let it go at her desk. I hope there is more to come.

[Paulypeeps 4,966]

On 5/11/2020 at 6:14 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

...As I was just finishing that sentence, I don’t know if Jessica had noticed me shuffle forwards to sit on the edge of the conference room chair, but she certainly heard the splattering as I gently let my bladder start to empty itself.  It felt amazing as always of course, partly the naughtiness of peeing on the office carpet tiles and partly I had really needed to go for some time myself.   Jessica again made eye contact - her eyes wide and her mouth trying to form words.

“Are you….  I mean…. You’re weeing…. On the floor…. “

This is the best bit. I hope Jessica finds it very inspirational...

[Sweets 4,503]

Love it.  Hope you make a chapter two.  Would like to hear more of the naughty peeing.   Love the details. 

[CON2H4 570]

Stories on pee fans are like buses. You wait ages for one them several come along at once.

Unlike buses though, I can read all of them and read them at my convenience.

Good job though.

[Peefreak99 3,703]

That was great

[Peeguy 163]

Really great story

Will there be a follow up?

[Kupar 12,312]

I'm only just getting round to reading some of your older stories @gldenwetgoose and I am glad I am ... it's great erotic pee fiction. Thanks! I shall enjoy working through your back catalogue 🙂 

[hotwetslut 81]

Still needs a part 2 haha