The publicity lady

[Alfresco 11,631]

I thought I'd try writing something from a different perspective than my usual stories and Wet Carpet Magazine submissions. Not sure how it will work, so let me know what you think.

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I recently started my own business selling and installing artificial grass for houses and businesses, but as with many startups, I'm running it on a shoestring and can't afford a serious place, so I hired a yard where I could keep supplies and have a simple cabin at the front which I use as a kind of office. I employ a couple of fitters who go out to install the grass, but I have them on a contract basis and they don't spend hours at the yard - I'm only paying them when they are out fitting grass at a customer site. I tend to do most of the admin and stuff from home, so again, don't often spend much time in the yard. That being the case, it has never worried me that it doesn't have running water or a toilet. I take supplies of water with me to make tea and usually I can get back home before I need to pee, or if I am there a while and the need becomes urgent, I simply pee on the ground behind the cabin - no big deal for me.

I need to get my business known locally and drum up some customers, so I engaged a publicity company, to try to advise on the best way of promoting the business. They wanted to meet me to go through the details, so I suggested we meet at my home seeing as the yard wasn't really a place for entertaining. The secretary at the publicity company said that they would really need to see the product and get more information about what we were doing and asked if they could send someone to meet me at the yard. I agreed and she told me that one of their publicists, Sam Giles would be with me about 10am on Tuesday.

On Tuesday morning, I went to the yard and at about 9:45 I received a text from Sam "Sorry, running late, traffic dreadful. Be about another hour". I pottered around the yard, measuring and cutting the grass for a new order off the roll and preparing it for delivery, then I did a bit of paperwork accompanied by a mug of tea. About 10:50 I heard a car pull up on the gravel outside. I went out to greet the newcomer and was surprised to see that the visitor was not some middle aged bloke, but a young lady in a smart light blue business suit with tailored jacket over a white blouse and a short straight skirt, flesh coloured stockings or tights and high heeled shoes. As she swung herself out of her sporty convertable, I was treated to a great view of her shapely legs and almost caught a glimpse of her secrets which she kept under her skirt. "Sam Giles" she said, by way of introduction, "sorry for the delay - traffic is a nightmare there are roadworks near home and then there was a crash on the dual carriageway." "Don't worry", I responded "Come on in and I'll put the kettle on".

Sam followed me up the steps to the cabin and I directed her to take a seat where I had two low chairs opposite each other with a coffee table in between. She sat a bit awkwardly, I noticed as I asked here whether she wanted tea or coffee. "Tea please" she answered, "but first, I really need to use your facilities please - that long trip and delays has had a bit of an effect on me". I had to apologise to her and explain that we didn't have facilities here as it was just a distribution yard. Her face fell and I could see she was quite worried, but I thought this could be to my advantage. I gave her a mug of steaming tea and sat down opposite. Sam had her legs clamped tight together as she leaned over to extract some sample brochures from her bag and put them on the table. Sam explained that she would go through the options with me, but first she really needed to know a bit more about what we did and see our product. I took her out of the back door of the cabin into the yard where I showed her the various grades of artificial grass. As she was walking, I could see her moving reluctantly and stopping frequently as she controlled her needs. She was obviously desperate and getting more so by the minute. I saw her take a furtive glance at a stack of timber as if debating whether she might be able to pee behind it, but she didn't say anything and I didn't offer. As we walked, I explained what we did and what were our target markets. Soon we were heading back into the cabin and as I followed her up the steps, I admired her lovely backside. She stopped again at the top of the stairs and did a little curtsey type bob before going into the cabin.

We resumed our positions on the seats either side of the coffee table. Sam started to go through some options and recommendations, circulation figures, target audiences etc., but all the time, she was fidgeting and moving around on the seat. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, which allowed me to confirm that she was indeed wearing stockings rather than tights and she had on a pair of thin white satin knickers. She continued her spiel about some of the options available but to be honest I was more focussed on her legs and her obviously intense desperation. I was starting to feel movement in my trousers, but was concsious that I needed to control it lest she spotted my obvious interest. I asked her to go through some figures in more detail, which involved her leaning forward to demonstrate figures on the paperwork in front of her. This necesitated her uncrossing her legs and I had a clear view of the white triangle visible between her legs. She suddenly tensed up and I spotted that the white triangle had developed a small spot of yellow. She was losing the battle and she needed to do something quickly, but I wasn't about to stop the game. I kept her talking and a minute or two later, I saw the yellow spot double in size. Sam's face turned beetroot red as she clamped her legs together again. She said "I'm sorry, but I really do have to use the ladies - you must have somewhere you go?!" I explained that I didn't often stay there very long and that the only option I had was to go in the yard, hidden from the road by the cabin. She exclaimed "I don't care, I'm sorry but it either going to be that or I'll be peeing here!" I guestured towards the door that led to the yard and told her that she could go up against the building where she would get the most cover. I said I would close the yard gates so that nobody would come into the yard. She jumped up and hobbled across the floor towards the door, stopping and bobbing down, clutching herself as she went. I walked past her and down the steps to the yard, saying, "Give me a minute whilst I close the gates, then I'll come back in to give you some privacy". "Be quick then" she exclaimed, "I can't hold this much longer". As I closed the gates, I could see her clutching herself at the top of the steps and then I caught a glimpse of glistening on her legs. She came down the steps and said in a quite embarrassed voice "I'm sorry, I just can't wait any longer" as she pulled up her skirt whilst walking and pulled down her sodden knickers, dropping to a low squat as her pee erupted from her urethra, spraying out across the gravel in front of her, straight towards me. I stood there mesmerised with my mouth open as she dropped her head and hid it in her hands from embarrassment. Her jet continued for a good 30 seconds at high velocity and then gradually dropped to a trickle down onto the gravel below her. Trying to be a gentleman and save what I could of her dignity, I offered "I'll pop inside and get you some tissue". I walked right past her as she remained in a low squat with her neatly trimmed pubic hair fully visible and drips of pee still falling into the gravel below her. I could see that her shoes had been caught in the cross fire and the insides of her stockings were marked from where she lost the battle on the steps. As I climbed the steps back into the cabin, I noted the wet patches on the steps. I shortly returned with the tissues and found that Sam was now standing up, with her skirt pulled down to hide her modesty. She took the tissues and started wiping her legs, moving upwards under her skirt, all the while apologising for her behaviour and telling me how she'd never done anything like that in front of a client before. I told her not to worry and that it didn't bother me (far from it, but I didn't tell her that). I went back inside to give her the final privacy that she needed to wipe her personal areas and as I entered the door, I caught a glance of her pulling up her skirt and wiping to the very tops of her legs.

A minute later, she was back inside and asked what she could do with the tissue. I indicated a waste paper basket, into which she casually dropped the wad. She regained her position on the sofa, this time much more relaxed, but her conversation was stinted due to her embarrassment. I reassured her again that what had happened was not a problem and we needed to get back on with looking at the advertising. We went through some further figures and I glanced between Sam's legs again, expecting to see her yellow stained knickers, but instead, I was somewhat surprised to catch a glimpse of her pubic hair. She had removed her knickers! and she was sitting opposite me with nothing hiding her delightful pussy. My focus changed again to catching more glimpses of Sam's delights than her paperwork, but eventually we came to an agreement on the advertising and I signed the contract.Shortly after, I watched Sam climb back into her car, giving me a final flash of her pussy as she swung herself into the seat. She sped off and left me to finish up at the cabin. I went back inside and cleared the cups and paperwork. I couldn't help going over the events in my mind and found myself becoming aroused again. As I visualised Same squatting outside and then wiping and then being on the sofa with no knickers, I started wondering what she had done with her wet knickers? She didn't have a bag outside with her and I'm sure she didn't have them in her hand when she came back it - just the wad of tissue that went in the bin. Oh yes, that wad of tissue - maybe they were wrapped in that? I couldn't help myself as I retrieved the tissue from the bin and found it was very damp, but no sign of any knickers. I brought the tissue to my face and inhaled to receive a heavenly waft of fresh female pee, the scent of which turns me on instantly. With the tissue still in my hand, I went outside to survey the gravel behind the cabin. The patch of wetness was huge, extending a good 3 feet across from where Sam was squatted to the extent of her high pressure release. Then, I realised where the knickers might be. There was a small gap under the cabin where it was sat on low brick pillars. I crouched down and looked underneath. Sure enough, there was a slight whiteness visible about a foot underneath. I reached in and extracted a very damp pair of white satin knickers and brought them straight to my nose. They felt wonderful, soft satin, nicely damp. They smelled divine - the heady mix of fress female pee combined with delightful hints of being located next to Sam's pussy. I sucked on them and extracted a tangy taste of wonder. I went back into the cabin and locked the door whilst I pulled out my penis and pleasured myself to the perfume, taste and visualisations of the events of the morning.

[daemoniak 614]

Wow. You certainly succeeded in writing an erotic story! Different maybe, but very enjoyable. I may prefer your naughty pees in general, but such a refreshing story once in a while is very good too, I'll be looking forward to further experiments!

[wetwulf 3,324]

Well done, Alfresco. You were right, it was a little different for you, but it's still an excellent addition to your work and to this board.

[wsvoyeur 74]

It might have been from a different perspective, but it was a fantastic story, as always, alfresco. Playing the game he did with Sam really paid off. Thanks for the hot story, please keep them coming.

[miniskirtpisser 411]

I kept going back to this. I love how hot this is. So lovely of Sam to leave such a sexy souvenir for him 🤣

[Alfresco 11,631]

On 12/14/2022 at 4:57 PM, miniskirtpisser said:

I kept going back to this. I love how hot this is. So lovely of Sam to leave such a sexy souvenir for him 🤣

Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for bringing it back to my attention, I had all but forgotten it, so it was nice to re-read it.

[miniskirtpisser 411]

On 12/16/2022 at 2:17 AM, Alfresco said:

Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for bringing it back to my attention, I had all but forgotten it, so it was nice to re-read it.

Most welcome, @Alfresco. I love this story because it’s very plausible and quite realistic.