Witness a thrilling display of nonchalance as I sit comfortably in my grey cami dress, oblivious to the impending wetting. Underneath, my beige cotton panties are about to take a soaking. As I work diligently on my laptop, pausing occasionally to jot down notes, my bladder decides to make its presence known. Without breaking a sweat, I release a steady stream, which seeps through my panties and onto the chair. The rug beneath me is soon drenched, but I'm too focused on my task to notice. Or so it seems. After completing my work, I finally acknowledge the puddle on the chair, inspecting it with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Then, I take it a step further, sitting down in the wet spot multiple times, revelling in the satisfying squelching noise it makes. I lift my dress, revealing the prominent wet patch on my panties, and flash a sly smile, as if to say, "Who, me? Accidentally wet myself?" I can’t help myself!