The Chair [f] [pee] [pee desperation]

Bethany had been in the old downtown city library for hours, putting the finishing touches on her book. She loved the vibe of the old library, with its long labyrinthine hallways and dark wooden shelves full of old books. After being closed for decades, the library had recently been renovated and reopened to great fanfare, and it had become her regular haunt for the last few weeks.

She sat in her favorite study room, the one where the evening light streamed in through the tall, arched windows, bringing a warm, comforting feeling. The ambience helped her be more creative and relaxed, she had decided.

But right now Bethany wasn’t relaxed – at all. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as if possessed by some otherworldly force, determinedly tapping out words with an almost feverish intensity that bordered on obsession.

She had been pouring her heart and soul into her latest book for the past few weeks – “it’s a sci fi romance novel about two *star*-crossed lovers” she had joked to her friends, pun intended. She’d spent months crafting their adventures in outer space, and writing about the obstacles they faced in trying to be together.

And now the looming deadline for the book was only days away. Yet despite all her efforts, she still hadn’t finished the last chapter. A cloud of anxiety, dread, and stress seemed to follow Bethany around now as she constantly worried about how much work still needed to be done before it could be submitted.

She quickly tapped out a line into her laptop – “He looked into her eyes and knew he’d do anything to protect her” – before quickly jamming the backspace button. “Fuck, that’s not right either” she mumbled.

Bethany closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, sighing in frustration, her shoulders tight from the hours of typing. She reached up to massage her neck, feeling the knots of tension around her muscles. Suddenly, she felt a vague feeling of discomfort permeate the edges of her consciousness. It slowly creeped in, tugging at her attention, like a fly buzzing around her head, until her focus was finally broken. Uh oh. What had she forgotten?

She checked in with her body, and the vague discomfort turned into a dull ache in what she realized was her bladder.

Bethany opened her eyes and looked around the room and realized how late it was. Twilight gleamed through the arched windows and the room around her was dark and silent. “Fuck! When was the last time I took a break?” she wondered.

Bethany looked at the empty Poland Springs bottle and it seemed to look back at her mockingly. “At least I did a good job of staying hydrated”, she thought, with a bemused smirk.

The dull ache in her bladder grew sharper and more insistent and Bethany realized she would need to do something about it pretty fast. She quickly gathered her things and stuffed them into her bag, irrationally feeling guilty for taking a bathroom break with her deadline looming. She zipped up her bag and headed out the room, tossing the empty water bottle into the trash on the way out.

The hallway outside the study room was completely empty and eerily silent. All that could be heard was the sound of Bethany’s own footsteps echoing off the marble walls as she rushed towards the women’s restroom, sweat beading on her brow as the feeling of urgency in her bladder intensified. But felt a chill go up her spine as she reached the door.

It was firmly locked, with bright yellow ‘Do Not Enter’ taped across it that seemed to mock Bethany’s predicament – “what kind of place would close off a bathroom for renovation when people were still using the library?” she thought, more than a little annoyed.

Bethany hurried around the corner to the Men’s restroom, feeling justified in using it given her urgent need. But it was firmly locked as well. She heaved a sigh of frustration and resignation as she stood there evaluating her options…

“Oh this is bad,” she thought. Maybe she could get one of the staff to open it up for her?

The staff? Bethany stopped in her tracks, a cold dread prickling her skin as realization slowly dawned on her. She hadn’t seen a single soul since she had gotten up – no staff members, no patrons, not even a cleaning person.

It was then that it dawned on Bethany how bad she had screwed up: in her feverish obsession with finishing the book, she had not only lost track of time (and her bodily functions), she had completely failed to notice that the whole damn library must have closed hours ago and everyone had gone home. Bethany groaned inwardly, berating herself for not paying more attention.

“No. This is fine. There’s that Starbucks on 4th street, just a couple blocks from the library. The one where the barista wrote ‘Blethany’ on the cup. Just walk out the exit and you’re halfway there” she thought, giving herself a pep talk. But she could feel her control over her emotions slipping.

Hoping that she wasn’t locked in, she turned right and quickly walked towards what she thought was the exit, before realizing she was going the wrong way and doubling back. She followed a few turns before realizing with a sickening feeling that she had no idea where she was.

Dammit! The maze of long marble corridors that had endeared her to this place initially now seemed to be taunting her. She wandered around the empty building for another few minutes, before realizing she was thoroughly lost.

Bethany felt panic settle in as the stress of the past few weeks combined with her current predicament started to weigh her down with an almost overwhelming feeling of helplessness. Her breath came quick and shallow now as despair slowly started to overtake her.

“Ok you’re fine. Just relax.” she said, trying to self-soothe her nerves. “Where are you now?” She took a deep breath and surveyed her surroundings, trying to push the cloud of pain out of her mind for a second so she could focus.

The hallway she found herself in was completely unfamiliar to her. The walls were covered in dust and cobwebs, and the floor was littered with construction debris. Scaffolding lined one wall. A tarp hung from it, seeming to billow in an unseen draft. Apparently she somehow wandered her way into some currently-being-renovated wing of the library.

“Ok Beth, if there’s construction, there must be construction workers in here. Construction workers need bathrooms, right?” she asked herself hopefully. But as she started walking, she felt the dread creep back in as each hallway seemed to be filled with nothing but random construction equipment and boarded up doors.

Bethany felt a searing pain in her lower abdomen that only seemed to grow more intense with each step. The pressure was becoming almost unbearable. Her legs trembled as her bladder struggled to contain the mounting pressure inside of it, and she swore she could feel a warm liquid slowly trickling down her thigh despite all of her attempts to hold it in.

She was running out of time.

She started to run frantically, hoping against hope that she would find a bathroom, an exit, hell even a janitor’s closet to duck into.

Her hopes grew as she turned a corner and found herself staring down a long dusty corridor lined with ornately carved doors – and none of them were boarded up! Elated, she ran to the first door – a crooked placard labeled “Staff” hung off it – and twisted the knob. But it didn’t budge – locked. “Shiiiit” she whimpered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to well up in her eyes.

Bethany’s heart raced as she tried the second door, and then the third door, then the fourth – locked, locked and locked. Finally, she reached the end of the corridor and there was only one door left.

Bethany’s mind was now a jumble of chaotic thoughts as she stumbled towards the final door. She felt like she was in some kind of dream, her body almost running on its own accord as it desperately sought out a place to relieve itself from the pain and pressure. The desperation and urgency that had taken hold of her body were overwhelming, and if it weren’t for the pain stabbing her bladder, Bethany would have thought this entire experience was just an incredibly vivid nightmare.

With trembling hands, Bethany grabbed hold of the knob and twisted it; to her surprise, it opened with a loud creak. She couldn’t help but squeal with excitement as she shoved open the door, its hinges groaning with displeasure at being disturbed from their slumber.

Bethany burst inside and eagerly scanned the room, but as her eyes adjusted to the moonlight that streamed in through a large grimy window on the opposite side of the room, her heart sank.

The room was just filled with more junk and random detritus: a few metal folding chairs – strangely sitting unfolded in a semi-circle in the corner, a pile of old electronics stacked precariously on a couple of decaying shelves, a large wooden table with several broken pieces of furniture piled on top of it. But nothing that was suitable for the business Bethany had in mind.

Then Bethany spotted it. In the far corner of the room, an ancient-looking armchair sat, illuminated by a beam of moonlight. The upholstery was faded and worn, with patches of stuffing peaking through the dark velvet fabric. The seat cushion was threadbare and frayed around the edges, but it was very large and very plush…and it looked *very* *absorbent*.

Bethany didn’t have time to think. Didn’t have time to process what she was about to do. She wasted no time as she dropped her bag to the ground and feverishly kicked off her flip flops and stripped off her jeans while rushing over to the armchair, her hair flying behind her in a wild mess and droplets of sweat rolling down the sides of her face. She shoved her panties to her feet and backed up to the chair, hovering her ass over the cushion. As she precariously perched over the chair, completely bottomless, like some kind of bizarre gargoyle, she hesitated for a split second, the thought that she was about to do something completely fucking ridiculous flitting through her mind. But before she could even deliberate over if it was a good idea, her bladder completely let go.

A powerful hot stream of piss gushed out of her onto the chair cushion below.

Bethany’s embarrassment at what she was doing vanished as soon as she began to pee. An involuntary “fuuuuucckk” escaped her lips as she finally got the release she was looking for. This was a good idea, she decided.

A tiny spark of curiosity suddenly hit her. Bethany looked down between her legs and watched with fascination as the stream of liquid that exited her body hit the cushion beneath her. The fabric seemed to swallow it up hungrily, as if it had been waiting for this moment all along. And yet slowly, a damp circle began to form on the cushion as she filled it with more warm liquid. She felt a strange kind of satisfaction as she watched it grow. Her pee spread out like an oil spill, seeping into the cushion and leaving behind a dark stain that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. It was mesmerizing, like watching ink slowly bleed out into water.

Bethany felt her body loosen as an intense feeling of relaxation washed over her body. It was as if all the stress and anxiety from the past few days drained out of her body with the liquid. Her breathing slowed and her eyelids grew heavy. She could feel every drop cascading down onto the cushion below, and with each one, the tension in her body melted away.

Without consciously realizing she was doing it, Bethany slowly relaxed down into the warm velvety wetness of the chair. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh as her body continued releasing its warm fluid. The stream of pee created a pool of warmth between her legs and then formed a little river that wound its way down around her ass. The sensation of her pee pooling around her bare ass and thighs was oddly comforting, and she felt herself melting further and further into the chair. The warmth seemed to soothe her tired muscles and caress her skin all at once, making it feel like the golden elixir was washing away the remaining stress and fatigue in her body.

The warmth between her legs was more intense than anywhere else. Bethany could feel an ache building up deep inside as the heat from the wetness started to massage its way around her pussy. She felt herself becoming increasingly aroused by this new sensation, and she unconsciously started grinding her hips into the now-soaked cushion.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Bethany felt her inhibitions slowly dissolving away. She continued moving her hips in a slow, circular motion, letting out soft moans of pleasure as the warm wetness caressed her skin. The heat seemed to be getting more intense with each passing second, and Bethany’s breathing became increasingly heavy.

Bethany felt a need growing deep inside her, a hunger for a different kind of release that she couldn’t resist, as she slowly pushed her hips into the chair. The sensation was electric, and it sent shivers of delight up and down her spine. With each thrust forward Bethany’s ass met with a squelching sound as it pushed through the wet fabric, creating small ripples in its wake before settling back into its original shape.

Suddenly, without warning, Bethany felt a powerful orgasm rip through her body like a wave crashing against a cliff. Her body shook as pleasure coursed through every inch of it and Bethany let out a long moan that echoed throughout the forgotten corner of the forgotten room as spasms rocked through her core.

The sensation was incredible, and her hips bucked wildly as another wave of pleasure rippled through her body.

As the wave subsided, she took a few ragged breaths through her nose, trying to ease herself back from the edge of ecstasy, but the intoxicating smells that filled the room only served to heighten Bethany’s arousal even further: Sweat. Piss. Pussy. They all combined with the earthy smell of the chair into an almost overpowering aroma that sent Bethany over the edge again.

She gripped the arms of the chair with determination, as she increased her tempo against the cushion beneath her. Her fingernails dug into the frayed fabric, giving her more leverage as she ground her hips down harder into the gritty fabric, allowing the coarse texture to stimulate her swollen clit. As her thrusts become more frenetic, the liquid rebounded off the cushion and created tiny droplets that sprinkled onto her thighs and legs. The warm liquid had started to pool around her bare feet too, and she could feel each individual strand of fabric wrap around her toes as she curled her toes into the carpet. The amalgamation of sensations only served to heighten her arousal further, and before long Bethany felt herself on the brink of something immense.

Bethany let out one long guttural scream as she came again; hard. Harder than the first time, harder than she ever had before in her entire life. Her whole body shook as she was rocked by an earthquake of pleasure. It seemed to last forever, and she lost all sense of time or place as she surrendered completely to the moment; giving herself over to pure unadulterated ecstasy.

Bethany collapsed into the armchair, panting heavily. Her entire body was still trembling from the aftershocks and her skin was damp with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead and neck. She felt completely exhausted and could barely keep her eyes open as she lay there in a blissful state of post-orgasmic exhaustion.

The warmth from the wet cushion seemed to wrap itself around Bethany like a blanket, cocooning her in its embrace as she drifted off into an almost meditative state of relaxation. The comfort that it provided made it difficult for her to move or even think about anything other than enjoying this moment of pure pleasure; so she just stayed there, letting the peace wash over her until reality slowly began creeping back in.

After several minutes had passed, Bethany finally opened her eyes and looked around, her consciousness slowly coming back online. She looked down at her bare legs, glistening in a beam of moonlight, before following the beam up to the dirty window, and she stared with fascination as tiny dust motes danced in the moonlight beams streaming through the tall windows in the room.

She allowed herself to linger in the chair for a few moments before finally standing up from the still-damp cushion, a bit unsteady on her feet. She bent down to pull up her panties – still around her ankles after all this time – and then stopped. She took them off and held them in front of her with amusement. They were soaking wet. More evidence of what had just transpired. “Well that was…something,” she giggled, to no one in particular. She felt almost giddy; it had been weeks, maybe even months, since she had felt this calm and relaxed.

She tried to wring the panties out as best she could before giving up and stuffing them into her bag. She’d have to wash them when she got home, but for now, she could get away with just wearing her jeans.

The buzz of pleasure still lingered on her skin as she walked over to the door where she had dropped her things. She grabbed a few napkins from her bag to clean herself off before pulling on her pants. As she did, she glanced back one final time at the armchair. It was now a soggy mess – The seat cushion was covered in dark wet patches where Bethany’s bodily fluids had pooled together, forming strange shapes like some kind of abstract painting – each one unique and strangely beautiful in its own way. She thought about trying to clean it off but quickly realized it would be an impossible task; especially considering how deep into the cushion her fluids had seeped by now. Besides, she thought, everything in this room was probably headed for the trash dump anyway.

She smiled to herself and started picking up her bag as she silently thanked the armchair for what it had given her. It was a silly thing to do, she knew, but she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the moment of pure pleasure it had allowed her to experience. In a way, it felt like the chair had been waiting for her all along; as if it was meant to be.

The moment that she turned away from the chair, however, something clicked inside her head. An image formed in her mind’s eye – her two protagonists, two people discarded by society, standing together in a room filled with discarded objects, looking into each other’s eyes.

A wave of inspiration hit Bethany like a tsunami as she suddenly knew exactly how to finish the book: by having them find solace and comfort in each other’s embrace amidst all the darkness and despair around them.

She smiled to herself as she thought about how perfect it would be to end her story this way – not only because it was poetic but also because in some strange way it mirrored what she had just gone through here tonight; finding relief in an unexpected place full of discarded things after days of searching for answers.

Bethany exited the room and started making her way back towards the entrance of the library. She had been so focused on finding a place to pee that she hadn’t paid attention to where she was going when entering this part of the building, but now it seemed clear as day – each turn, each hallway felt familiar in some way.

She made her way through a few more turns before finally seeing a light at the end of one corridor: The exit sign! Bethany let out a sigh of relief; she had found her way out.But then something else caught her eye – an empty janitor’s closet right next to it with its door slightly open. If only she’d found this closet earlier…she wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble. A smirk crossed Bethany’s lips as she walked out of the library into the cool night air, oddly grateful that she hadn’t.

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