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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I went out on a works do at Christmas, and some of us ended up going to town and hitting a few bars. One of the lasses that works downstairs was quite d*unk and we got chatting. She is mid 30s, short, pretty and quite slender.
She always dresses well and is really quiet at work. She has a partner and a couple of young kids with him. She's the kind of colleague that all the men fancy but there is no way she would ever cheat on him.
Anyway, we were talking deeply in the bar about something or other and realised the group were moving to the next bar, she had hardly touched her drink so I said lets just catch them up.
When she downed her drink we left and started walking the few minutes to the next bar. She grabbed my arm and said 'I have to pee', so I suggested she go down the alleyway nearby. She marched down there and squatted, then shouted me over and told me to keep watch for anyone coming.
I was only about ten yards from her and could hear her wee trickling onto the floor. I looked over at her and she was facing me, I could see her shaven pussy as she pissed, and when I looked at her eyes, she was looking back at me laughing.
She kept going for some time and I looked at her black knickers around her bare ankles and could see the jet of wee in the semi darkness.
Once she had finished she asked me to help her up, and I asked 'is that better?' She laughed and said it was.
We rejoined the group and the night went on. I tried to talk to her some more but didn't get the chance.
The next time we were at work I saw her in the kitchen and asked if she enjoyed the night out, and she said she was brutally hung over. I told her she had gone for a piss in an alleyway and I had kept watch, she had no recollection! She was worried she had embarrassed herself and I said she was fine, but that I might complaint to hr about her flashing me. She asked me if I'd seen anything and I said 'maybe, but I won't say anything to anyone', and that was that.
We now joke about it whenever we chat, which isn't too often sadly.
It is our little secret and I suspect she did remember, certainly in time. I know I won't forget. |
