Private talk

When I get to work, I feel a little uncomfortable with the different sensation between my legs. The panties, although soft, were something new to me, and every step seemed to remind me of them.

I try to hide my restlessness, keeping busy with my tasks and trying not to draw attention to myself, but the elastic band rolled internally, getting into my buttocks, and making me have to adjust it all the time.

But as the afternoon approached, focused on the arduous tasks that my boss had prepared for me, I **** myself to get used to the new piece of clothing, letting the internal elastic fit where I wanted it, and getting to the point where I even forgot about my underwear.

For a few moments. However, a new feeling of lingering discomfort began to bother me, leading me to decide to take a break and visit the bathroom.

Upon entering the room, I head to the urinal and, as I lower my pants, my hand brushes against a delicate lace, a flash of memory hits me: the white panties, still worn on my body.

A sudden heat rose to my cheeks, and I decide to opt for the cabin. Before I could zip up my pants and compose myself. A co-worker, João, stops next to me at the urinal.

“what's up , Leo, our team lost another one yesterday, can't believe how bad they're this season” begins João, without noticing my distress.

I leave the booth and try to maintain my composure, avoiding looking in his direction as I struggle to hide my embarrassing situation.

João seemed to notice my hesitation and cast a curious look in my direction. "How are you, man? You seem a little...nervous."

I **** a relaxed smile as I try hard to hide my discomfort. "Oh yeah, I was just thinking about some work stuff. Nothing much."

"I see," says John, still looking a little suspicious.

"Umm... Aren't you going to piss?" The question takes me by surprise, my mind panicking when I realize that, in fact, I was just staring at the walls without worrying about acting naturally in what was the main thing.

I swallow hard, pull down my panties, and start urinating, trying to quickly think of a plausible excuse.

Finally, to the sound of my urine hitting the porcelain of the urinal, I give my answer, "Ah, yes... It's just that I was waiting for a calmer moment to start", I respond, trying to sound casual.

João arches an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of my nonsensical explanation. "Um, yeah...I know...", he murmurs suspiciously.

While I try desperately to maintain my composure, João finishes and goes to wash his hands.

I felt momentary relief when I saw him walk away, but I was still embarrassed by the situation.

João continues talking about yesterday's game. I try to follow the conversation as best I can, fighting not to let my discomfort show.

Every second felt like an eternity, and I was eager to get out of there as quickly as possible. Finally, João finishes washing his hands and says goodbye, heading towards the door.

"Well, I'll be going, Leo. See you later."

“Sure, see you,” I reply, relieved to finally be alone again.

As soon as João leaves, I breathe a sigh of relief and quickly compose myself. I dry my penis thoroughly and adjust my clothes to leave the bathroom, determined to avoid anything similar for the rest of the day.