Save the poor bed!

She stood, fingers spreading her lips above the box of very soakable and probably important files, when her brain finally pieced enough strange details together to pull herself into consciousness. Her bleary eyes opened to the morning light, but all of her focus was on her bursting bladder that was complaining about being forced to hold on. She knew she wasn't making it far, but she groggily swung her legs off the side of the bed and sat up. She knelt down to the ground, having peed in her room any number of times, and the sudden cold of the wooden floor shocked the control away from her.

A jet of pee shot into her boy shorts. Their light green color instantly became a very dark green as the warm liquid soaked through the thin fabric. The room was so quiet that she could hear the pee rushing into them, followed by the droplets pittering against the floor. The quiet sound didn't last long as a more steady trickle, then stream began to make a small pool around her. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and groaning. Her off-hand reached to tenderly squeeze a breast through her night shirt, and her dominant hand crept down to lightly stroke herself on the outside of her panties.

As her pee began to run out, she crested over the edge. She curled forwards, shaking and clenching as the orgasm rocked through her body. Her toes curled, her eyes clenched lightly, and she felt the trickle spasm against her thighs. She sat, soaked, breathing deeply, and then, after a few minutes, opened her eyes to the dark room. The majority of her legs were damp, but it was mostly her calves and feet that were soaked. Her personal puddle was beginning to get cold, and she stood, deciding that.....