Phil and Lola Ch. 02 - Carly

Story from previous chapter continues here -
I arrive in front of our house and Carly follows me inside to the parking area, so I can close the gate behind us. She gets out of the car and smiles pretty nervously.
"Let's go inside," I say trying to send some positive vibe towards her. But first it is important to say what happened during our meeting in the office. So here it goes -
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Only few minutes after it started she became a bit restless. It was me who did most of the talking, so she was just sitting, taking notes or adding small details to what was presented.
I paid very close attention to her movements even though I tried hard not to be noticed. Soon she was squirming, rocking back and forth in the chair. Everybody would identify that discomfort.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes, fine," she smiled.
"It does not look like that very much."
"Well, it's fine. I just need to, you know - a little", Carly tried to play it nonchalant.
I raised my eyebrows: "A little?"
"Yes, we can continue. No problem."
To see it like this and to even talk about the topic made me very excited to say the least. I had incredibly hard time to focus on the work materials.
After a minute she crossed her legs and shifted restlessly more and more.
I was having internal argument if I should really push the topic forward. I didn't want to be creepy. On the other hand her behaviour was so open, she wanted me to notice it, to see it.
I decided to believe what Lola said last time - that there probably is something interesting on this topic for Carly.
"Will you blame me for it?" I asked interrupting the main topic of our meeting again.
"Blame for what?" she asked surprised.
"When something happens. That I did not specifically allowed you to go."
"Like in school?" she replied and grinned a little.
"Yeah, but you are free to go on your own without permission."
"I know. I am not waiting for permission."
Well, what the fuck are you waiting for then - that was the next logical question circulating in my head. But I decided to be a little less direct.
"Does it happen often?"
"What do you mean?" she asked with eyes wide open. I definitely hit a nail on the head here.
"That meetings are too long, in this direction."
She paused for a while before answering.
"Yeah, it happens. Meetings, movies, car rides. You know."
"I know?"
It was me now who was a bit surprised by the reply of the other side.
"Well I hope you are not mad that I bring it up," I could feel her be a bit more nervous saying this, "but Lola mentioned few times how you hated longer distance commuting for this reason too."
For a second I felt like I had lost the momentum in our conversation. So Lola was on one hand telling me stuff about Carly, but on the other also sharing some details from our car rides with her colleagues. I got little worried what else might Carly istanbul travesti know about me in this direction.
Well, fuck it, I am not giving the game up.
"It is important to have good drinking regime, you know," I replied easily.
"Oh, very much. But then it leads to those situations."
I nodded in agreement. She repositioned once again in the chair and even put a hand to her crotch for a brief moment.
"Then the commuting to work and back home must be stressful for you."
"Sometimes it really is," she laughed it off.
"Well, maybe we don't appreciate enough what you sacrifice to be here every single day."
"Yeah, I am a keeper," giggled Carly.
"Company should provide you with some equipment to ease that stress," I said with a wink.
"Equipment like what?"
Now it was my turn for a short pause. I also leaned back in the chair.
"Something that would allow you to keep that important drinking regime without being stressed somebody would have to clean up the carseat."
Carly's eyes flowed up and down.
"You know something about that as well?"
"I am man of experience," I shrugged my shoulders and tried to smile confidently.
"Well that would be pretty embarrassing to ask something like that from a company, won't it?" she said playfully.
"I guess it would. I didn't mean it as serious option."
"Too bad," she sighed.
That sentence removed last remains of doubt I had.
"Maybe we can leave company out of it and solve it directly," I replied.
Did her eyes start to glow?
"You would do that for me?"
"I guess I am obliged to help lady in distress."
She paused and the glow from her eyes disappeared.
"What would Lola say to that?" she asked with a spike of worry.
She said out loud the same question that resonated in my head. But I did the thinking rather quickly. Lola knows she is the only one for me. When I touch any other woman, it is for the moment. But Lola is forever.
"Hm," I started while still finishing my internal dialogue, "it is just a help, nothing overly sexual, no?"
"Yes, of course," she nodded eagerly, "you know I admire Lola very much. Not only as boss but as a friend also."
"Glad to hear that. But that of course cannot be done here."
She was just looking at me, bent over on the chair. She must've been terribly desperate.
"Please, don't wait any longer and go pee. Then meet me in five minutes in the parking lot. We will finish our work at our house. And then you will be able to go straight home from there. What do you say?"
She pulled out a water bottle from her purse and tool a generous gulp despite her current desperate state.
"Sounds like plan," she replied. Carly packed her stuff and when she stood up she clenched her thighs very tightly.
"Oh god," she moaned and with small cautious steps left the meeting room. I felt like I was in some surreal dream.
When we travesti istanbul met on the parking lot few minutes later she was absolutely relaxed. Her blue jeans were dry as indication she made it to the toilet in time. We both got into our respective cars and she followed me to our house, where I know nobody else should be present at least for an hour.
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When we got inside and seated ourselves in the living room, she also taking out her laptop and notes, I asked if I can offer her anything. Water, maybe tea?
"Well, if I don't need to be stressed about the trip home I would love some tea," Carly said very naturally.
Without hesitation I prepared big mug of green tea for her. I even cooled it a bit so she would be able to drink it sooner. Eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the mug. But then she gulped from it without fear immediately.
We finished the work preparations in twenty minutes like if we didn't have other intentions. In those twenty minutes she drank all the tea. Given her petite figure that was not small accomplishment.
"So, I should be going, right?" Carly asked.
"Yes," I answered and puzzled expression emerged on her face, "... but it would be pretty unsafe like this, won't it?"
"Might be," she said twisting legs slightly, looking down to her feet. I took a deep breath.
"So let's get to it. Sit down here and wait," I said firmly, pointing my finger to the sofa. Carly without a word carried out the order.
I walked to the cloakroom and from hidden depths of the closet I produced one Tena slip diaper, that me and Lola use as sort of sex-toys from time to time. Next I grabbed a package of baby wipes in the bathroom and returned to the living room.
Carly was watching me nervously but did not say a word even after she saw the diaper.
"Are you sure?" I asked her.
"I think I am," she replied and laughed a bit too much in the same time.
"Not sexual, okay?" I put another reassuring question to her.
"Okay," she answered. But this time without a laugh, seriously.
"Lay down on your back please."
She put her head on a cushion. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Light blue cheeky panties peaked out in front.
"Lift your butt please."
Carly complied and it seemed to me that she was shaking a little.
I pulled the pants to her knees and almost gasped out loud. There was a wet spot about the size of small apple in her crotch. She covered her face with now very red cheeks. She was embarrassed.
"That's from the meeting room?"
"Yes," she mumbled through the palms of her hands.
"Don't worry, it happens to the best of us," I played it away.
The whole situation was so tense I almost had hard time breathing how aroused I felt.
I took the jeans down completely and immediately pulled down her peed panties as well.
I was thinking before what her pussy looks like. There was no pubic hair at all. Small lips istanbul travestileri peeking out a bit more.
I did not want it to feel like I am staring so I returned to action. I took one wet wipe and bent over her. Light scent of wee entered my nose. This is hard.
With only saint, pure and just thoughts I wiped her soft pussy clean. When I put the wipe near her clit, I sensed she almost unnoticeably pushed against my hand and exhaled at the same time. Oh god, watch over my soul.
I put the wipe down and lifted her thin butt up, so I could insert the diaper underneath her.
When it was in place I wrapped her pussy in it and fastened the stickers. I made sure to check it fits properly everywhere. Carly is very lightly built, so I needed to fasten it a lot.
"So, how is it?"
She tried to shake her bum.
"It feels nice, thank you."
"Anytime," I replied honestly.
She moved to sitting position and readjusted waist of the diaper.
"Should I put these on now?" she asked pointing to her jeans.
"Well yes, I won't recommend to go without pants."
It was cheesy, but we both laughed.
I realised I was holding the peed panties in my hand. I would bury my face in them feeling the material, smelling the fragrances. Hell, I might even taste the wet spot a bit.
But I resisted and handed them over, so Carly could put them inside of her bag.
She was standing in the hall watching her butt in the mirror. To be honest, under her tight jeans it was quite noticeable to the eye that knows what to look for. But regular passer-by would probably not notice as she also had a bit longer sweater.
"It looks very good," I assured her.
"You mean good, or unnoticeable?"
"Both."
I helped her take her bag to her car.
"Thank you," she said.
"No problem. Let me know if it was good for anything," I replied like we were discussing the most ordinary of things.
"Oh, I totally will," she confirmed.
We kinda didn't know how to say goodbye after what happened, so we choose the lamest option and shook our hands.
Then she got in the car, waved her hand smiling and left.
I went back inside and sat on the coach, exactly on the spot where her naked (and slightly peed) pussy was lying few minutes ago.
I was thinking about the whole thing, what the fuck did I just experienced. And what will I tell Lola.
After half an hour keys rattled outside and Lola came home. She left her coat in the hall and entered the living room.
"Hi."
"Hello," I replied rather absent-minded.
"What's up with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You look like something happened? Something at work?" she stopped and asked little concerned.
"Yeah, something at work."
"Is it about the meeting with Carly?"
In that moment my phone buzzed, so I looked on the screen. It was message from Carly. I opened it right away.
-- Got stuck in some heavy traffic. The equipment works perfectly. Thank you, C --
So she basically writes that she just pissed her diaper on the way home.
"I've to tell you something," I turned to Lola who was still waiting for an answer to her previous question.
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To be continued...