Despair University

We’re meeting for a project, but the bathroom is busy, and my bladder is throbbing desperately. With my partner, I cross shaky legs, sweating as I try to concentrate on the project. I can’t take it anymore, I whisper, but I continue, until a hot stream escapes, soaking my panties and tight jeans. The dark spot visibly grows, urine dripping to the floor as I hold back moans of relief/embarrassment.