Seattle Afternoon Rush Hour

The Seattle city center traffic was so bad that it was often joked that it caused people to become junkies and then kill themselves. It made sense as the city was famously known for being the center of the early 90’s grunge scene, a short–lived but significant era in rock music, with bands such as Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, and Soundgarden. Two of the more influential grunge bands, Nirvana and Alice in Chains abruptly ended following the suicides of their lead singers in the mid 90’s.
Mandy, currently stuck in the same afternoon Seattle traffic, sighed deeply as her frustration mounted behind the wheel of her 2004 Volkswagen Golf. She was on her way home from work, a commute that was no more than 20 kilometres long but took a solid hour in the afternoon rush hour. Mandy hated her job. She was a secretary for an up and coming lawyer, who had promised her more than the minimum wage she was making once the cash started rolling in. She couldn’t believe she had trusted him and stuck with the job for a whole six weeks now. She had been making more as a Starbucks waitress in college.
“Shouldn’t have dropped out,” she muttered to herself, as a car behind honked loudly. She had mainly gone to college with the hopes of meeting decent guys, as opposed to the immature high school jerks she was accustomed to. However, she had no such luck as nearly all the singles she met were either party animals worth one night’s lay or complete nerds who did not have the time or the ability to emotionally connect with her. She did date an engineer–to–be for almost a month before his fianc’e called her and threatened to ruin her life if she didn’t back off.
Mandy wasn’t getting too lucky in the real world either. She had a crush on her boss and had been trying to get his attention ever since she started working for him. She had been wearing her sexiest clothes to work– low cut blouses and skirts that barely covered her panties. She even bent over to pick up office items at opportune times, when she knew he was watching. It was because of him that she hadn’t quit her job yet or even gone out for the past month. It was the longest she had gone without getting laid in a number of years and she was horny beyond grief. She wondered why she wasn’t getting more attention from him. She was only 21, a natural redhead with a busty, but not fat frame. She stood 5’9 with 30C breasts and a firm athletic ass maintained by regular morning jogs.
Mandy cursed under her breath as a traffic light in front of her turned yellow in bumper to bumper traffic. She needed to pee quite badly and she wasn’t getting home anytime soon. Even so, she had a pretty strong bladder and could hold on unless traffic stopped completely. A complete traffic stoppage wasn’t out of realm of possibilities either; she had been caught behind a four car collision for two hours last week. She had witnessed a thirty–some brunette relieving herself beside her car with no other option on the highway. The woman had looked completely embarrassed, knowing that she was being watched from all angles. Mandy had felt guilty about being one of the people enjoying the show, but she had been unable to look away. The woman had been absolutely desperate and had tried to hold on for as long as possible. She had pissed an absolute torrent for a full minute and facial expression had screamed relief as she finished. As she pulled her sweat pants up, Mandy had seen that she had leaked into them, making the bum area wet.
Mandy had managed to make it out of that situation without exposing or peeing herself, but just barely. After the collision had been cleared up, she had taken the first exit off the highway and pulled into a restaurant parking lot. She had run in begging for the washroom and the greeter had quickly pointed her into the back corner of the restaurant. She could have sworn that she saw an erection in his pants, but she had been too desperate to check and make sure. She had started leaking as she entered the washroom and just barely got skirt up to sit down before the dam completely burst. She peed leisurely through her red silk panties into the toilet, her entire body shaking with relief. She wiped her legs and crotch with toilet paper, trying to soak up as much of the wetness as she could then walked out of the washroom. She hadn’t dared to look at the greeter as she walked out of the restaurant, afraid he would be eagerly scanning her for any signs of an accident.
Mandy knew that she would never last two hours today. If there was any delay at all she would likely be left with the options of squatting outside or wetting herself in her car. She reached down with her left hand to give herself a quick squeeze. She had not been to the washroom since her coffee break in the morning. Since then she had drunk a large coffee, a bottled water, and a cup of tea with her boss. Her need for the toilet was severe and growing.
Luckily, it was looking like the traffic in front of her was starting to move a little faster. She estimated that she would be off the highway in about ten minutes, home in fifteen. She had her left hand in her crotch for good now, pushing down on her pussy as she manoeuvred her vehicle with the other hand. She saw her exit coming up and drove on eagerly anticipating the sight of her toilet at home.
As she got off the highway, she sped up. It wasn’t far now, just a few minutes from home. A right turn and she would be on her street and home–free. Just then she heard a siren behind her. Looking into her mirror, she saw a police car driving up behind her, lights blazing.
“FUCK!” she cursed as she pulled over to a stop on the side of the road. This was the last thing she needed right now. She was on the verge of wetting herself right there in the driver seat and so darn close to getting home. It took a few minutes before the police officer got out of the car, presumably having looked up her license plate number. By that time, Mandy was almost at the point of tears. She NEEDED the toilet. Her pee was pushing right up against her pee–hole and would undoubtedly seep into her panties if she removed her hand from her crotch.
The policewoman, named Sarah, was a knockout blonde in her mid twenties wearing a blue top along with a knee length skirt. Her outfit showed off her 32C breasts and long slender legs, as she walked gracefully to the driver side window, boots clacking and hips swaying.
“Do you know how fast you were going back there, Miss?” the officer asked as she looked down at Mandy. She immediately saw the poor girl’s plight. She was desperate beyond her control, in a state of complete helplessness to her body’s needs.
Mandy only shook her head in response. She knew she had been at least twice the speed limit. At this point, she was willing to pay any fine just to avoid peeing her panties in front of the police officer.
“License and registration please, Ma’am.”
Mandy reached into her purse and pulled out her driver’s license. As she reached to open her car compartment to retrieve the registration papers, a squirt escaped her tortured pee–hole. She felt her hand getting wet as she handed the items over to the cop. She saw that her eyes were focussed on her crotch.
“What’s going on down there?” Sarah asked, knowing full well that she was witnessing an accident.
Mandy blushed heavily, her face burning beet red. “It’s just that I really, really need to pee.”
The officer looked at her for a moment. “You sure you want to go with that story? I think you are hiding something in your underwear.”
“Please, I’m not! I swear I’m not!” Mandy cried.
“I’ll be the judge of that, Miss. Step out of the car, please. Stand with both hands on your car, legs apart, back towards me please,” Sarah instructed expertly.
Mandy was in tears now, unable to believe what she was hearing. As she opened the door to get out of the car she felt another squirt dampen her panties. She quickly shoved both hands into her crotch and doubled over trying to avoid completely embarrassing herself.
“BOTH HANDS ON THE CAR!” the policewoman yelled at her. Shaking with fear and desperation, Mandy did as she was instructed and felt another squirt escape her. She felt liquid running down her left leg.
Sarah placed her hands on Mandy’s hips and gently pushed her up against the car. The extra pressure on her bladder made her lose control again and she saw a few drops hit the pavement below. She was sobbing softly now– a grown woman wetting herself in broad daylight and not being able to do a darn thing about it.
Officer Sarah ran her hands over Mandy’s body, starting with her neck moving down to her shoulders and armpits. As she reached her hips, she reached under her blouse to feel her breasts carefully. She even managed to reach a finger under Mandy’s bra for a moment to play with a nipple. Then she pulled her hands out from under the blouse and knelt down to inspect her lower body.
Mandy whimpered as she continued to slowly lose control. She was constantly squirting and her panties were completely soaked now. She could feel her legs getting wet from the liquid running down and a small puddle forming at her feet. She sobbed in embarrassment knowing the policewoman would know that she was wetting herself.
Sarah reached down to Mandy’s right ankle. She ran her hands up the glistening leg slowly, feeling the wetness on her fingertips. She had never been this close to a girl having an accident before. It was her wildest fantasy that she had masturbated to many times and finally it had come true. She was glad she was had not born a man because if anyone could see how excited she was right now, she would surely lose her badge.
Mandy gasped as the officer’s hands reached her thighs. She was almost up to her panties. Mandy tried mightily to stop herself from peeing, but she couldn’t help herself. The squirts were coming faster and faster now. She was close to the point of no return. Oh how she wished she could hold herself or at least cross her legs! She wondered what would happen if she lost control and peed on the police officer crouching under her. She would surely go to jail.
Sarah looked up Mandy’s skirt and saw the most beautiful sight of her life. The once white panties were now stained yellow and dripping wet. She could make out the shape of her tight snatch underneath– her muscles were quivering from the effort of holding in a full bladder’s worth of pee. The sweet scent of estrogen and urine filled her nostrils as she moved in closer to caress Mandy’s womanhood.
Mandy felt the fingers reach her crotch. The policewoman was gently fingering her vagina through the wet material, exploring every inch to make sure she didn’t have anything in her panties. It was pure agony. With every touch, she felt an incredible urge to give in and let go. She felt several strong squirts escape her body in rapid succession and she knew she had surely wet the officer’s hands.
Sarah knew that the woman standing above her was close to losing all control. She wanted nothing more than to touch her until she couldn’t do anything but release her urine all over her. However, she knew she would surely lose her job and probably face some serious charges as well. Begrudgingly, she got up to address Mandy.
“OK, Miss. Smith, I’m very sorry about all that, but I had to make sure you didn’t have anything illegal on you. I’m going to let you off with a warning this time under one condition. You live a few blocks from here, so I’m going to follow you to make sure you follow the rules on your way home. No speeding, both hands on the wheel– you know the drill. I know you need to pee, but I can’t very well let you squat here can I?”
Mandy’s face burned red again but she quickly agreed, wanting nothing more than to get home to a toilet. She knew her car seat would get soaked from her squirts, but her only choice was to hold on as best as she could until she got home. She eagerly sat down releasing another long squirt and buckled up. The drive home took only two minutes but it seemed like two hours with her extreme need to urinate and the cop in her rear view mirror. By the time Mandy pulled into her driveway, she was sitting in a puddle on the car seat. She quickly opened her car door and rushed to her front door holding her crotch. She fished around for the keys in her purse and struggled to fit the key into the lock with shaking hands.
It was too late. Her bladder had been deprived relief for far too long. She lost control right there on her front porch and thoroughly peed herself. A flood of pee poured out from under her skirt for all her neighbours to see, but she didn’t care. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as her bladder pulsed inside her, finally shrinking back from its engorged state. The warm liquid flowing down her legs felt nice in the cool afternoon.
Sarah looked on from her car as the gorgeous redhead had a monster accident in clear view. Her womanhood was tingling like never before and she was sure her own panties were soaked in a different way. She wanted nothing more than to follow Mandy right into the house and fulfill her deepest and darkest desires, but she knew it would mean big trouble for her career. So she reversed out of the driveway and decided to find a quiet spot where she could give her vagina the attention it was screaming for.
Mandy rushed inside eagerly. She had finally done it. She had wet herself in public. It had been her fantasy ever since she had seen a drunk girl wet her jeans in line at a college football game. She had been right behind her line and the girl had been talking to her about how desperate she was and how she would love nothing more than to drop her pants and pee right there if not for all the security around the stadium. The girl had been holding her crotch even with so many people there and had released some small squirts into her pants while waiting in line. To Mandy’s disappointment, she had just made it into the toilet in time to avoid a complete accident. Mandy had been so turned on by the sight of the girl’s wet crotch that she had rubbed herself off in the cubicle.
Mandy ripped off her skirt and blouse and jumped on her bed already furiously rubbing her clitoris through her soaked panties. She was so excited that she got off in under a minute and squirted out what little pee was still remaining in her bladder. She could not believe what she had just done. The only thing that would have made it better the policewoman had demanded to come in and punish her for peeing herself.
She was grateful to her, nevertheless. If she hadn’t gotten pulled over, she would never had been able fulfill her fantasy of wetting herself in public. She had planned it many times, even made herself desperate in situations where it might be difficult to make it to a toilet. However, she had always chickened out at the end and peed before she was at risk of actually wetting herself. That had all changed today thanks to one police officer. Perhaps this would be the push Mandy needed to go ahead with the workplace wetting she had been planning to try to seduce her boss….
By: Full Bladder