WC (English version)

 

The day has been most exhausting. Natalia has been stringing together meeting after meeting with barely enough time for a coffee or a glass of water. "This is no life," she thinks as she heads for the toilet. She barely realizes how badly she wants to pee. She goes into one of the cubicles and undoes the button letting her pants and manners fall to the floor. She sits completely sprawled out on her back and leans back slightly. She gathers the T-shirt in a knot inside her fist and watches herself, open. She spreads her legs further apart and lets out a giggle. She doesn't know if the position is obscene or sexy, but either way it's arousing, and it's even more so when she begins to let the urine flow, golden and hot. It's tantalizing. Without thinking, she brings her fingers to the flowing stream, soaks them and sticks them to her sex, rubbing it, closes her eyes and moans softly.

The door suddenly opens and the look on Silvia's face when she discovers Natalia is a poem. She stammers an apology and closes the door again. Natalia doesn't have time to react. Fuck, Silvia, the most irresistible woman in the office, has just caught her half masturbating. She didn't even react to cover herself or get dressed, she was simply petrified. She didn't hear her come in, and now that she thinks about it, she didn't hear her footsteps after the door closed either. She is still open, expectant, and excited when the door opens again. Silvia rushes in closing it behind her and leans in holding the knob. "Continue" she commands in a deep voice.

Natalia looks at her surprised and blushing from both embarrassment and excitement, but this last one wins the fight. Without saying a word, she begins to slide two fingers gently up and down her pussy, staring Silvia in the eyes. But they don't return her gaze, they are fixed on her sex.

—Pee.

Natalia has a hard time but, in the end, a thin stream comes out again, causing some frankly pleasurable sensations as it leaves the excited and swollen sex. The fingers increase the rhythm, splashing shiny transparent droplets on the toilet and her thighs.

Silvia watches Natalia without moving a muscle. The woman masturbates feverishly in front of the other and begins to tremble on the verge of orgasm.

—Stop—, orders Silvia.

Natalia stops. Her pussy burns, her clitoris throbbing, but she stops and looks at her.

Silvia looks back at her. She smiles enigmatically.

— Continue—she pauses—and finish.

She picks up the pace frantically. She bites down on the knot of clothing that was held in her hand to keep from letting out the moans that are rattling in her throat. She spreads her legs further apart and her body tenses. She begins to tremble uncontrollably as the orgasm explodes in her sex, shocks run through her body but her hand doesn't stop hooking her into a second, more intense orgasm. She closes her eyes tightly, tensing and arching up as she keeps moving her fingers over a swollen and aching clitoris. A third orgasm shakes her in spasms leaving her exhausted. When she opens her eyes, Silvia is gone. She hasn't heard her leave. She gasps softly, slowly regaining normal breathing. She inhales deeply, sits up slightly and, taking toilet paper, cleans herself thoroughly. Her sex is still very sensitive and the touch of the paper is pleasurable. She gets dressed and leaves the bathroom, but not before washing her hands.

Returning to her seat, she is overcome with uncertainty. What will happen now? she thinks. She had not crossed Silvia's path.

She sits back in her chair and unlocks the computer, a message flashes on the corporate messaging system. It's from Silvia.

—Let me know when you go back to the bathroom.