She's waking up drenched!

She stood, fingers spreading her lips above the box of very soakable and probably important files, feeling a slight glee at the deviousness of it all. Here she was at work, having slipped away in the middle of a meeting, about to destroy some documents no one has looked at in decades. Her bursting bladder didn't want her to wait, and with only a little push, she began to spray the pee all over the papers below herself.

Elizabeth groaned in satisfaction as the pages darkened, soaking in the piss hungrily. The relief felt so good, the act was so deliciously naughty, that she didn't even register that something wasn't right. She put her hand over her bladder and felt her stuffed bladder slowly shrink. The stream kept going, long and hard, pooling and dripping through the box below her. She could feel the warmth spreading around her, and her brain concluded that she was simply soaked with pleasure. Her off-hand held her skirt up, and her dominant one moved from spreading her lips to teasing her entrance. She plunged two fingers in, and felt the hot pee spray against her hand. She watched as it sprayed all over the room in every direction.

As her stream began to wane, she crested over the edge. The orgasm was powerful enough that the dream faded, and her bleary eyes cracked open to the feeling of an orgasm crashing through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, her free hand squeezed the bed sheets, and her other hand actually was under her boy shorts two fingers deep. Her abs tightened, her toes curled, and she moaned hoarsely. The last few spurts shot out of her, and she laid, soaked, breathing deeply. Then, after a few minutes, opened her eyes to the dark room.

A large puddle was pooling around her, seeping deep into her panties and drenching her night shirt. Her bedsheets, blanket, and mattress were all weighed down by heavy pee. The panties in question were, non-soaked, a pretty light green pair of boy shorts. Now, though, they were definitely a very dark green under her covers. She pulled the blanket off of her, and groggily swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Most of her legs, ass, and back were damp, and her shirt was wet enough to feel sluggish when it moved. She stood, and decided to go.....