The career panel

[bearguy 87]

Sarah was thrilled she’d been invited to come speak at the career day panel. She was going to get to share her thoughts and experiences with fresh faced university grads, meet the other powerful people on the panel, and hopefully get noticed by the executives who would be giving keynote speeches. She wanted to give off her best impression, so she wore a modest knee length grey pencil skirt, black pantyhose, high heels, and a white blouse with a blazer. She also wore a white thong to avoid having any panty lines.

The day of the event, Sarah had her usual large coffee on the drive to work, and then met with the other speakers at the pre event breakfast mingle. She had another cup of coffee while chatting with people, and was handed a complimentary bottle of water that she drank to avoid getting a dry throat before she had to speak. When it was 5 minutes to the start time, she excused herself to the ladies room. She had to pee pretty badly, and after getting in the stall she quickly hitched up her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. She let out a long sigh as pee hissed out of her for almost 45 seconds. Feeling relieved, she washed her hands and headed out to the stage, where she found another bottle of water sitting at her chair. The stage lights were actually quite hot, so she opened it and drank half immediately just as the MC came out to introduce the panel. Putting the bottle down, she frowned as she felt a small twinge in her bladder. The coffee had run right through her, and her earlier pee had only broken the seal. But she figured no big deal, she’d just go at the intermission.

First, there would be a 30 minute keynote address from one of the speakers. Acutely aware that she was highly visible on stage with the other 5 panel members, Sarah kept her legs appropriately crossed and her hands in her lap throughout the speech, smiling in the right spots. Internally, however, she was starting to get a bit worried. Her need to pee had increased throughout the talk to the point that she would now normally get up to go to the bathroom. She hoped that there would be a short break after the keynote, but the MC came up and immediately said they’d transition into the first panel discussion of the day. Sarah didn’t want to delay everything just for her to pee, especially when everyone knew it had only been 30 minutes since it started, so she decided she’d just hold it until after the panel.

The panel discussion started well, but after only 15 minutes Sarah was bouncing her leg up and down. She didn’t want to, but she had to distract her body from the now pressing urge to pee. “C’mon Sarah, you’re an adult, just put it out of your mind,” she thought to herself. It was then her turn to give her spiel, and she managed to do that quite successfully, talking for almost 10 minutes and forgetting her urge to pee. But when she finished and the next panel member started talking, it all came flooding back to her in a rush. She tried to keep her face calm as she clenched her muscles as tight as possible, holding back a rush of pee. She uncrossed her legs and pushed them together tightly, wishing there was some way she could hold herself with her hand. She was now having a hard time following the conversation, but did her best to keep smiling even as her mind was racing how to get out of this situation.

Things were now becoming quite dire. Her need to pee was fully occupying her thoughts. She thought she should just get up, it had been over an hour of panel discussion, it would be perfectly understandable to discreetly take a restroom break. She started planning her exit, hoping to make it as unobtrusive as possible, waiting for a natural pause in the conversation. But while sitting there, she felt a wave of desperation wash over her and she froze completely. She prayed her face stayed calm on the outside as she clenched every muscle in her body, going completely still, and still she felt a leak trickle out into her panties. She had to unclench, and she did she involuntarily sprayed a jet of pee into her panties. She couldn’t believe it, she could feel her face go beet red. She had no idea how much she’d peed, but she could feel the inside of her thighs and her bum were damp. It would almost surely have left a mark on her light grey skirt. There’s no way she could get up now, all eyes would be on her and everyone would see. She’d have to wait until a real intermission and then hope to escape unnoticed. Now she just had to manage not to completely piss herself before that could happen.

Finally, the 90 minute panel discussion was ending, and Sarah saw the MC come up onto the stage. She felt relief, she was going to make it to a bathroom after all. She had only leaked a little bit, she figured she could dry her skirt and nobody would ever know. But then Sarah heard the unimaginable: it was time for the question period! She nearly groaned out loud as her aching bladder pushed against her tired muscles. She watched with horror as a long line of students formed at the microphone in the audience — there was no way she could hold it. She was trying frantically to think of what to do when she realized the first student had directed their question at her. Her eyes went wide, and she raised the mic up to answer them while holding her legs together for dear life. As she stammered through her answer, she felt a small leak trickle out, soaking through the crotch of her panties and following the curve of her thigh. She literally had pee running down her leg while on stage in front of 1000 students! She hoped to God that the bright lights and her dark pantyhose would mask any sign of wetness from the audience. But she knew she had to get to a bathroom, or soon there would be an unmistakeable puddle under her chair.

Finally, the last speaker arrived at the mic. Sarah grabbed her purse in anticipation, planning to block her wet bum with it. As the MC dismissed everyone for intermission, Sarah sprang out of her chair, fighting every urge to grab herself and hold it. The woman beside her made eye contact and asked if she wanted to grab lunch together, but Sarah looked at her frantically and just stammered “sorry! I really gotta pee first!”. “Oh! Run girl”, the woman responded, seeing the desperation on her face. Unfortunately, Sarah’s heels would not allow this. She scurried off the stage as quick as she could and out into the hallway. She saw the women’s restroom sign and ran to it, not caring who saw her wet skirt as the students also started filing into the hall. She burst into the bathroom and found 3 stalls, 2 occupied and 1 blissfully open. “Ohhh come on come on” she cried, running into the stall. She locked the door and reached a hand under her skirt, finally away from the public eye. Her pantyhose were completely soaked underneath, but there was no time to think of that now. She slammed the lock on the door and turned to the toilet, feeling a jet of pee shoot out and soak her hand. Another stream started to trickle down her bum and thigh. She frantically pulled her skirt up to save it from any more damage as she started to pee herself standing in front of the toilet. Knowing there was no more time as the dam burst, she dropped her exhausted body onto the seat and relaxed as a torrent of pee shot into her panties and pantyhose. It sprayed through them into the toilet, as some streams running down her leg onto the floor, but she didn’t care. She’d made it to a toilet at least.

[Kupar 13,339]

Excellent build-up of tension and release - thanks! I was really in the mood for that, and it hit the spot 🙂