Last trade show of the season

[Kupar 13,339]

[M/F naughty peeing, lesbian themes, golden showers, group peeing]

I wanted to tell you about something that happened last week at the big engineering trade fair here in London. I have recently started working as an exhibition girl – you know, the pretty women that encourage businessmen and women to visit the booths. It’s decent money, but the days are long and your feet are aching by the time you get the chance to kick off the high heels in the evening.

To be honest the main qualities you need are long legs, the ability to do your make up well and smile continuously for ten hours. I have a degree in electrical engineering, and could discuss the benefits of the motors my client manufacturers perfectly happily, but do they hire me for that? No, of course not. They hire me because I’m five foot ten before I put on my heels, I have D-cup breasts and though I say so myself, my bum looks really cute when it’s squeezed into the outfits they get us to wear. For this show it was a crop top, sheer-to-waist nude tights and little shorts, with the obligatory heels.

My client is great. All the team work very hard, and they can see I work hard too. There’s healthy respect on both sides. And the best thing about this show is my client’s marketing director Marika – she’s gorgeous, and absolutely my type: a brunette who knows how to look after herself. Fit, elegant in her business suit with fitted jacket, knee-length pencil skirt, white formal blouse and, I’m pretty sure, no bra. She’s self-assured and at the end of the day when the last visitor has left the exhibition hall, she’s happy to let her hair down, have a drink or two and a bit of fun. At first, I thought she must have a cast-iron bladder too because I never saw her leave the booth to go the ladies. I was making 3 or 4 visits per day!

On the middle day of the show I realised how she was doing it – she was just peeing down her leg while she was on the booth talking to potential customers! I wasn’t sure at first – I was handing out leaflets in the exhibition hall aisle and as I looked closer, trying not to stare, it was unmistakeable: a shiny stream of liquid was running down her charcoal tights into her shoes, and out of the open toe on to the floor. I’d assumed that the damp patches on the carpet tiles were spilled drinks! I didn’t know what to think – and I couldn’t say anything to her – she was the most senior person on the booth, and my client. But I made up my mind to mention it at the end of the week.

By the last day I’d pretty much had enough of the show – I was all smiled out to be honest, having poured drinks and chatted with hundreds of ignorant middle-aged engineers who just wanted to stare at my tits and work out whether I was likely to go back to their hotel with them at the end of the day. I’m not that kind of girl.

After about 3pm the show started to wind down and by 4pm there were only the exhibitors’ marketing teams left, and the contractors starting to dismantle the booths, carefully packing everything away for next time. But we didn’t seem to be moving very fast – in fact almost all the other exhibitors had gone before we made a start on taking our stuff down. Once the promotional pens and leaflets were packed away Marika and the others – Phil and Steven the sales guys, and a stand contractor I’d not met before – seemed more concerned with making sure there wasn’t going to be any beer left, by drinking it. I had a couple of bottles too.

“OK – it’s time to let Sarah into our secret,” said Marika, with a wicked smile, as the last of the other exhibitors cleared the hall leaving ours as the last one standing. “Today is the last outing for this booth,” she said. “We will be using a new design next time. And when that happens it’s just too good an opportunity to miss.” I still wasn't really sure what she meant, when she took off her jacket and tossed it aside, climbed up on top of the low cupboard we kept the merchandise it, hitched up her skirt (so they were hold-ups, not tights!), set her feet apart, pulled a little thong to one side … and peed. She didn’t force it but just let it flow straight down. Some ran down her thighs. There was a combination of hissing and splattering as her stream hit the furniture, spread over the surface and dripped on to the carpet tiles. I don’t know when she’d last managed a sneaky wee that afternoon, but I don’t reckon it had been recently, judging by the volume.

Marika nodded at Phil and Steven, who had obviously done this before. They unzipped their suit trousers, pulled out their cocks and walked round the booth, spraying the walls, floor and furniture with hot piss. I had never seen anything like it! The sight and sound of the guys spraying the booth were doing strange things to me down below: a professional, respectable company director encouraging her staff to trash a company asset!

“I hope you aren’t shocked Sarah,” said Phil, “but this pee party thing has become a bit of a tradition for us. Marika started it a few years ago, and it kind of makes the last exhibition of the season more bearable. Feel free to join in if it’s your thing. We won’t be offended if you want to leave now, but there are plenty more beers left, and we don’t have anywhere we need to be, so we’ll be drinking and peeing here for the next hour or two.”

“I, I, err, I don’t know what to say,” I stammered. Marika sensed my confusion and climbed down from the cupboard. She walked across the booth and put both her arms round me, pulled me close and whispered in my ear “Please stay – you are hot as fuck and I want to do naughty things with you.” I felt my insides somersault and knew I was lost – I’d do anything for her now.

She took my hand and led me across to the comfy sofa where I’d endured 20 minutes small talk with a couple of lecherous old buyers from an engineering conglomerate. I shuddered a little at the memory as Marika gestured for me to sit down. “I’m pretty sure we won’t need this sofa for the next show Sarah, so it’s yours to do what you want with,” she said. That’s when I realised how badly I needed to wee. I hadn’t been for a couple of hours at least, and those beers were making their way through me. I slumped back, closed my eyes, spread my legs a little and just let go. OMG – it felt wonderful! The warm wetness spread around my pussy and thighs, completely soaking my hotpants and puddling on the fake leather of the cushions.

I opened my eyes and saw everyone watching me – Marika, Phil, Steven and the contractor guy … who was standing with a beer glass in his hand, his cock poised over the rim. As my pee continued to spread across the sofa I watched him rapidly filling the glass. Marika took it from him and it held it high above her head, leant back, and poured the contents over her crisp white business blouse. Her nipples hardened as the liquid turned the fabric transparent, clinging to the contours of her breasts. She looked magnificent.

“I want you,” I managed to say, and I laid back full length on the wet sofa, lifting one leg up and along the back, with my other leg touching the floor. I reached a hand down to feel my soaked shorts, stroking the obvious cameltoe through the tight material. Marika undid and wriggled out of her skirt, then took the lapels of her blouse firmly in her hands and quickly pulled them apart – the buttons flying – exposing her lovely breasts, glistening with pee. She turned away from me and climbed on to the sofa, her butt cheeks above my face as she bent down and kissed my pussy through the wet fabric of my shorts. I felt as if I would explode with pleasure when a stream of pee hissed through Marika’s slit, drenching my crop top. I reached up to feel her hot stream, and heard her muffled moan as I stroked her pussy lips with the back of my hand.

Almost lost in passion, I became vaguely aware of the guys moving closer to us, and seconds later Marika and I were completely covered in their pee as it rained on us from three directions. She collapsed on top of me, my face buried between her thighs, her tongue pushing hard against my flimsy, sodden shorts, as we writhed on the sofa, revelling in the sheer wetness of it all…

I didn’t get home until much later that night.

Edited December 14, 2020 by Kupar
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[Lutab 1,052]

Great story. Hope you write a part two. 🙂

[Kupar 13,339]

10 minutes ago, Lutab said:

Great story. Hope you write a part two. 🙂

Thanks! I will give it some thought 🙂

[LovesToWet 3,800]

Great, so so great. Loving your stories Mr Kupar

 

Oh, my idea of Marika. Love a woman in a suit almost as much as a woman in lycra

[Kupar 13,339]

1 hour ago, LovesToWet said:

Great, so so great. Loving your stories Mr Kupar

 

Oh, my idea of Marika. Love a woman in a suit almost as much as a woman in lycra

Thanks @LovesToWet 🙂 Feedback like this makes all the pain of writing worthwhile ... and - spot on with Marika 🙂 

[Alfresco 11,631]

Don't know how I missed that when you posted it @Kupar, but that was a great story and a bit of a different setting, which made it all the better.   

[MidoriLemonade85 2,366]

If this were a porn dvd I would buy it without hesitation. Delicious story, as always,  lovely Kupar. 💖 I LOVE how they trashed the booth and ended up getting covered in pee from the guys. It is like a dream, like heaven, like paradise, like I don’t know, ecstasy. These types of things never happen to me! 😉😆 There is so much wonderful detail in your story. And loved how Marika seduced Sarah. And a white business blouse definitely looks better wet. Sigh. So nice. I will definitely have some good dreams tonight from this beautiful tale.  

[Kupar 13,339]

9 minutes ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

If this were a porn dvd I would buy it without hesitation. Delicious story, as always,  lovely Kupar. 💖 I LOVE how they trashed the booth and ended up getting covered in pee from the guys. It is like a dream, like heaven, like paradise, like I don’t know, ecstasy. These types of things never happen to me! 😉😆 There is so much wonderful detail in your story. And loved how Marika seduced Sarah. And a white business blouse definitely looks better wet. Sigh. So nice. I will definitely have some good dreams tonight from this beautiful tale.  

This makes me happy! (Secret: I think I like this best of all my stories.)

[MidoriLemonade85 2,366]

15 minutes ago, Kupar said:

This makes me happy! (Secret: I think I like this best of all my stories.)

Yes!!! Need more stories like this. Wait, I need to do more homework, and read your other stories. 😉 Ok, will review the rest and give you my reports Professor Kupar. 😆 keep up the fabulous work!