luvasianpuss: Busting To Get The Job:
The interview with the compny PR lady was going well so far and as I happened to flick my cell phone on its camera function, I got a hell of a surprise when I found myself looking right up this ladies skirt as she sat opposite me in the room being used to conduct the interviews.
As she asked me all of the questions that she required to help make her decision on me, I couldn’t help but notice that she was starting to open and close her legs, getting more and more rapid in her movements as she continued to question me.
I guessed by the way that she now was also slightly shifting her chair around from side to side, that she seemed to be showing classic signs that she was in need of a pee. One wouldn’t have guessed it by seeing the expression on her face, if that was anything to go by. She looked every bit the professional as she then tried to wrap up the interview.
A naughty thought sprang into my head, she clearly was wanting to finish the interview so that she could go and relieve herself before the next candidate was to show up, but I had other idea’s. Just as she was about to reach out to shake my hand, I said to her that I had a series of questions as well to ask her, as I was just as interested in knowing a bit more about the company that I might end up working for.
The expression on her face changed ever so slightly, but she managed a some what fake smile.
As I now asked her about a half a dozen questions of my own, I could see now in my phone image, that her pantyhosed legs were now doing abit of a song and dance, as she desperately tried to contain her pee from accidentally leaking out. She even got to raising and lowering her legs in conjunction with the now opening and closing of her nyloned legs.
Her facial expression was now looking a bit more strained in her composure and I wondered just how long she could go, before she couldn’t hold on any longer.
It was then that I noticed her take a quick glance @ her watch on her slender wrist and bursting out amid my talking, she quite assertively but with an heir of polite professional tone to her voice, she said that the interview must end now, so that she could prepare for the next person that she had to see after me.
Suddenly I noticed the almost frozen expression on her face, as if she were in big trouble or had been caught out doing something wrong. I looked @ the image on my phone as the camera had been capturing the entire episode in front of me but below the desk.
I watched her nylon covered legs then go into a series of small bit very quick pulsing tremors. Then I seen it, as she tried desperately to hold back the flow of her pee from escaping out, her abdominal muscles must have finally started to lose the battle.
As she was about to reach across to shake my hand, I seen a difference in the appearance to the thick gusset of her pantyhose, Clearly some of her pee had already began to leak out from her hidden pee hole, out from between her pussey lips till it then seeped into the nylon fabric.
My hand then got the fastest hand shake ever, as she bolted up out of her chair and opened the door to the room.
She strained to say thankyou to me for making time for my appointment, as she raced out of the room and then almost broke in a gallop down the hallway of the building to where I seen the toilet signs mounted on the side of the wall.
Just before she got to push open the door, I was sure that I started to see a deeper darkening of her skirt @ the back of it and could only imagine the sight of her pee then squirting out with each step that she took and it was one step each time, more than she could ever hope to make.
I just knew then, that she wouldn’t be wearing those pantyhose when she managed to get back and take the next interview. No, they’d be rolled up in a wet ball in her work locker, along with her wet panties. I then wondered if she had ever conducted an interview without any underwear on under her skirt and having the feeling of the air conditioned air then lapping @ her just dried pussey hairs.