Cute Lady Desperate at Work

[jmatthews1995 3,648]

Yesterday was quite an interesting day. I often sit near a lady at work. She's 31, quite short, has a cute face with nice cheeks, and long golden blonde hair. Anyway, she has recently started trying to drink more having noticed she often forgets to keep hydrated.
She has bought herself one of those bottles that has times and ml on the side as a sort of drinking target. The bottle is 1l, and it's graduated at around 200ml per hour.

Now, very recently she admitted to having a small bladder. She even mentioned how that she hopes her bladder will get a bit bigger or stronger as she gets used to drinking more. She said it's getting annoying having to keep going to pee now she's drinking enough. Yesterday she got the most desperate I have ever seen her.

She had an early lunch about 12:30 so that she could go into an important dial in meeting at around 13:00. I was sat next to her as she hurried back to her desk and dialed into the call. The first hour was normal. She got through that meeting without me noticing much movement at all. Then came her second dial in of the afternoon. Between the two calls she had about 2/3 minutes. She dropped her headset on the desk and looked over at me, then moaned about how people always seem to put meetings in back to back on a Friday afternoon and that she barely gets time to leave her desk.

The notification came up on her screen that the meeting had started. She rolled her eyes, crossed her legs, and put her headset on  to join the meeting. About 20 minutes in I started noticing her moving a lot more than usual. It was a distraction in the corner of my eye. I kept glancing over whenever she moved, then noticed her cross and uncross her legs a few times. Finally she settled with her thighs pressed together and her hand on one her knees. She was leant forwards quite a bit. I could also tell she was speaking faster than usual as well, I assume she was trying to move the meeting along faster.

10 more minutes passed, and she was shifting around even more. She was fiddling with her pen and her hair quite a lot, and at one point I noticed her put her hand on her lower stomach. It was obvious she was desperate. Amazingly she also grabbed her water bottle and drink another 200ml so she didn't fall behind her drinking target!

Finally, around 14:45 the call ended, she quickly swung around in her chair, and hurried off to the toilets. I watched as she rushed along the office. Then someone called her attention for a quick chat. She stopped, but stood leaning on a cupboard slightly. I could see her shuffling her feet in her little ankle boots. After about 2 minutes of chatting she must have excused herself as she went hurrying off down the office towards the toilets again.

She returned after around 5 minutes, slumped back into her chair and looked over. She looked much happier now and as I was about to ask her if she was okay she said.

"I really need time between meetings to go to the toilet!"