Chapter 2: Jayne at Work

As they neared the end of their bus ride Jayne and Sharron prepared themselves to leave the bus. Sharron carefully stood up and rearranged her skirt enjoying the feeling of every one of the half dozen droplets that slowly ran down her legs. Jayne released a last spurt through her skirt into the seat then slid along to a dryer part of the seat before standing behind Sharron.

As Jayne followed Sharron out of the bus she was aware that her skirt was now clinging tightly to her bottom and felt the dampness of the hem on her ankles. She was aware now of other passengers leaving behind her and that the slightest touch on the back of her skirt would give her away. If this happens again less haste would be appropriate - best to leave last or let Sharron go behind.

Jayne thanked the driver as she exited the bus and took note of which driver it was today. His reaction to her next time she travelled on his bus could indicate whether their little secret had been discovered.

“What are you going to do now Sharron - you won’t be dry by nine.”

“It’s OK.” Replied Sharron. “I have this little arrangement in my office. There are only three other girls in there and they know that I sometimes have accidents during the day so if I’m a bit damp I just discretely let them see the damp patch on my skirt and they warn me that I must have had an accident again and do all the running round while I stay at my desk. It’s quite handy really because I can’t hitch my skirt up in the office like I did on the bus and I can’t go to the loo without being seen so I just pee in my chair all day without anyone knowing. I have to remember to spurt every few minutes and keep my bladder empty to avoid a flood. I’m quite happy for them to think that I have a minor problem but if they thought I was completely incontinent they would expect me to seek help or take precautions.”

“How often does this happen?” Enquired Jayne.

“About once a month at work. I try to wait until I get home, or at least off the bus, but sometimes I get carried away. It must be my hormones that make me a bit hot but I usually pop out at lunchtime to the park with a sandwich and if I am completely alone I just open my legs a bit and let go. I look perfectly respectable until I get back to the office and have to sit down. Anyway I must run along now.”

Jayne pondered for a minute as to why Sharron didn’t keep a spare pair of knickers handy or do like she did and go without or even wear a black skirt but Sharron really was just a beginner and had a lot to learn.

Jayne waved goodbye to Sharron, stepped out of her latest puddle and walked up to the imposing 24 story glass fronted office where she worked. She negotiated the revolving door being careful not to get a print of her still damp bottom on the glass panel as it rotated behind her and crossed the marble floored lobby to the lift. She could use the lobby again now that she could control her urge to pee whenever she was standing still and no longer had to go down to the carpeted basement to wait for the lift.

When the lift arrived Jayne moved quickly to the back and turned to protect her damp behind. She was normally very relaxed but this new situation had put her on edge. Jayne was used to her regular routine and today Sharron had changed everything.

Now that she was safely in the packed lift she could pee a bit more. Little and often was her motto at the office so from now on she wouldn’t miss an opportunity, one little spurt every four floors while the lift was moving was about all the lift carpet could take without making a puddle.

At the 14th floor the last people got out leaving Jayne a clear run to the 20th so this was her last opportunity to let rip. This time she forced every last drop in to the front of her skirt, then as the lift slowed she put her right foot slightly forward to catch the drips from her skirt as the door opened. After all you never know who might get in.

Jayne gets back into her normal routine now, first to the kitchen to collect her drinking glass, buy a Mars bar from the vending machine and fill her 3 litre jug while she lets a bit more trickle down her legs. It really is a trickle now and she is completely empty. Nobody would suspect a puddle on the kitchen floor unless they inspected it very closely and discovered that it was a bit more slippery than plain water.

It was time to start work so Jayne walked along the corridor to her office, Room 2017, with ‘Jayne Hill - Cryptography Manager’ emblazoned on the door. It was very handy having her own private office this high up because she was on her own most of the time with a lot of her contact with the rest of the company being by video conference anyway.