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The wind whistled through Amber's hair as she drove her red convertible
down the interstate; her long brunette hair flowing in the slipstream as
the sun shone overhead, the blue sky clear that Saturday afternoon. The
dial read 75, the speed limit sign read 60, but Amber kept on speeding,
the traffic was light and the highway smooth. Grimacing, she pushed the
pedal further, up to 80. She took a last sip from her quart of water,
tossing the empty bottle into the passenger seat beside her. She
clenched her legs together as best she could while she drove, her
bladder swollen full with pee. Amber was desperate, her bladder sending
SOS signals, her tummy swollen, her tight tan khaki slacks pressing
against the fullness inside of her, shrieks of pressure pulsing through
the 19 year old college sophomore's body as she clenched her muscles
tight, clamping her urethra shut, trying not to think about the stinging
sensation of pee dying to escape her tormented body.
A few miles more, and she'd be home, and did she ever need the bathroom,
badly. Amber looked wistfully at the exit signs, wishing she had taken a
pee back at lunch, wishing the bathroom hadn't have been closed for
cleaning. She tried to take her mind off of her extreme need; she
thought of the wonderful lunch, her friend Stacey had come into town for
the afternoon and they had spent a good hour and a half, eating,
drinking ice teas, sharing good memories from their earlier years. A
fitness fanatic, Amber always drank water, and lots of it. Her size 3
body, all 5 feet and 5 inches of it with slender hips, a flat stomach,
shapely, slightly muscular legs to die for, she had been quite popular
during her high school days and during her freshmen year in college, but
as her schedule got busier, she found less time to date, to many a
guy's dismay. Her athletic and slightly smaller busted figure got looks;
that was for sure. More than one car honked and stared as she passed
car after car on the interstate, trying to drive faster without
garnering attention, trying to get home before she urinated into her
pants. Her urge increased, the pressure unyielding. Amber tightened her
muscles again. Only a few more miles, the shopping center near her house
lay ahead on the right.
Slowing down, she headed towards the exit. Her cell phone rang; luckily
she was at the light, waiting to turn right when she heard it. With her
legs clenched together, in extreme agony, her bladder pounding inside of
her taut body, Amber answered, trying valiantly to hold back the pee
swollen inside of her. "Hello?"
"Hi, Amber?"
"Yea, is this Laura?" Laura was her manager at the family restaurant she worked for part time.
"Hey, I'm glad I got you. We're really short on help. Victor went home
sick and Lisa didn't show up again. I really need you to work tonight,
can you help me out?"
"Uh, sure, but I don't have my uniform with me. No, wait, I've got tan
slacks, but my shirt is back home." Amber wished the damned light would
change; her body was on the verge of urinating right where she was, and
she tried to hold it with more effort, her legs tight, and her breathing
shallow. The light turned green. Finally. Amber almost wet her pants as
she released her legs slightly and pressed down on the accelerator.
Laura answered. "Don't worry about the uniform, I've got a spare shirt
somewhere. Just come on in right away, I need you bad. I'll make it up
to you, I promise!"
Amber agreed, knowing she needed the night off for the concert next
weekend and this would be perfect bargaining material. It never hurt
when the general manager owed you one. "Ok, I'll be right over, I'm just
a block away, anyway." Amber drove the block down the street, thinking
work was closer than home and given how badly she needed to pee, she
could use the bathroom before she completely wet herself in her new car.
Another light, and Amber was squirming. Her bladder violently
contracted and she almost peed into her slacks, barely holding on, the
pee urge so extreme she trembled with fear. She hadn't had to pee so
badly in ages. Finally. Green. She turned left into the parking lot,
locked her car, and ran into the restaurant, her bladder screaming its
last desperate signals, her need to pee at the peak of desperation.
"Hi," Amber yelled, heading straight for the bathroom. "I gotta pee,
I'll be out in a second!"
"Hold on", Laura yelled, "Here's your shirt. Change while you're in
there." Amber stood for a second, her knees locked together, her body
violently throbbing; pee inches from exploding out of her. Another few
seconds was all she thought she could hold on. Laura got the shirt, and
Amber grabbed it and ran to the ladies room, about to explode. She got
in, and both stalls were busy. Two trickles of pee, the sound of someone
else relieving him or herself not helping the situation. Amber stood
there, almost crying, the pain of her desperation so intense, with her
body somehow knowing how physically close she was to a toilet made it
worse, she almost started peeing into her pants but managed at the last
minute to squeeze ever harder, her fingers jammed into her pee hole,
holding back the flow. Two flushing sounds, and Amber almost lost it
again, violently shaking with desperation, on her very last stand, about
to have an accident. Two young girls exited, glancing at Amber,
giggling, obviously noticing how badly she needed to go, and went to
wash their hands. Amber rushed into the right most stall, undoing her
belt and sliding her tight tan slacks down her hips in one fluid motion.
Racing against the agony inside of her, she quickly pulled her panties
off, and before she was even fully seated, a quick jet of hot pee
exploded out of her clenched urethra, followed by a brief pause and then
a stream of hot thrashing pee gushed from her pee hole, unable to be
contained by the struggling girl any longer. She sat there and sighed,
pee screaming out of her swollen body, gushing noisily into the water of
the bowl. She wondered if anyone outside the restroom could hear her
go. One and a half minutes later, her pee stream dwindled down; a sense
of relief came over Amber's face. She had miraculously avoided a major
accident, seconds away from almost having peed into her pants. She
sighed a breath of relief, wiped around her trimmed dark pubic mound and
pulled up her panties and slacks. She changed into her uniform shirt, a
little small for her, and headed out, but not before grabbing an extra
large Coke for the evening. She needed some caffeine to get her in the
working mood. It was 3:00 in the afternoon already, and the restaurant
was packed.
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It was no wonder they needed her help. By 4pm they had already broken
the sales record for that day and Amber had been running around like
crazy. Fueled with constant caffeine, she somehow managed to handle her
section, all seven tables of it. The tips were pretty good, she was
averaging 25% of her sales, but she knew it would be a long night.
Missing two servers and having another call in sick meant more work for
the remaining crew, and probably not a lot of breaks for them either.
The hostess, a pretty young high school senior named Isabelle who was
quite popular with the cooks, came by with a party of 5. Amber
approached the table. Families with screaming kids- she hated that.
While the mom tried to settle down junior, she served them water and
menus, introduced herself and grabbed an order of fajitas for Carlene,
one of the other servers working. The busy pace kept Amber from
realizing what had become a familiar sensation that day. The quart of
water she had drank earlier along with the Coke she was sipping as she
ran around made their way through her body, her bladder again slowly
filling. By 4:30pm, Amber had to pee badly, the days drinking once again
taking their toll on the athletic girl. Looking around, Amber saw
Isabelle seat a party of 12 at two tables at the far end of her section.
Wishing she could take a quick bathroom break to relieve herself, she
had no choice but to head to the newly seated group. A coach, an
assistant, and a small cheerleading squad, all dressed in their white
and blue uniforms, giggling and carrying on. Amber knew one of the
kitchen guys would love this; he had a fantasy about cheerleaders.
Trying to put the thoughts of her filling bladder in the background of
her mind, Amber started taking the tables' order. By the time she
finished, five of the girls had changed their order and one of them
didn't want anything, and then at the last minute decided she wanted a
salad. A slightly tubby one, Amber thought, she probably wanted to lose
weight and look like the other girls, who mostly were quite attractive.
Amber keyed the order into the computer and glanced at the time. 4:45pm.
She looked around, really needing a bathroom break, the familiar
pressure returning, the slight beginnings of stinging inside her tummy
that signaled a full bladder. She headed off to the bathroom, thinking
she had a spare minute when the coach of the table called her back.
"Yes," Amber asked, slightly frazzled, wishing she could have gone to
the restroom.
"I'm so sorry. Sarah ordered Iced Tea and she wants to switch to water.
I'm so sorry to trouble you, but could you get it for her now?" the
coach asked, nicely.
"Sure, I'll be right back". Amber went to the drink station, now
recognizing her body's need for urinary relief, her tummy slightly
distended against the tight waistband of her low-rise tan slacks. As she
was there, table #4 called out.
"Miss. Miss. Oh, I'm sorry, but my steak was supposed to be medium rare
and it's well done. Can you see if the kitchen could do something about
it?"
Amber walked by, putting on her best fake smile. "Sure, I'm so sorry.
I'll be right back." She winced as she felt her bladder quickly filling.
5:00pm now, the dinner rush was starting, and she needed to use the
bathroom quite badly now. She knew she'd have little chance of escaping
if she didn't get there soon. Dinner was crazy and half the time the
customers were lined up for the bathroom anyway. Getting the water and
returning the steak to the kitchen, she stopped by table #4 and assured
them they'd re-cook the steak, this time the right way. Back to the
cheerleaders at table #7- handing the short girl that must have been
Sarah the water, Amber turned around. Table #3 was waiting to check out.
Good. The register was near the bathrooms; she'd get their ticket, take
a quick bathroom break and then get back to work. A perfect plan. On
the way to the computer, Table #4 signaled again. She backtracked;
getting annoyed now, her bladder complaining, waves of pressure starting
to flow through her body. She really needed to pee!! "Yes?"
"I'm sorry, but I ordered steak fries and this is obviously mashed
potatoes!" The kitchen was overworked and screwing everything up today.
"I'm sorry. We're a bit understaffed today but I'll be happy to bring
you fries," she said with a smile, wishing she could add "and you're
probably going to make me pee my pants by your stupid requests," as she
hurried back to the kitchen, plate in hand. Crap. She had forgotten to
check out table #3, who was looking for her now. Table #4's steak was
ready too. The coach at table #7 had his hand up. "Damn. DAMN," she
muttered under her breath at nobody in particular.
Carlene was standing nearby, checking out one of her tables. "What's a matter?" she asked.
"I've got to pee so bad I'm about to bust and my tables are being a
pain," Amber replied, wincing as she felt a surge of pressure expand
through her. Her bladder was filling up near the limit; the same
stinging sensations she had felt on the highway over returned, and very
soon Amber was desperate, needing once again to use the bathroom very,
very badly.
She checked table #3 out, and then got the steak for table #4, then
wishing in vain she could go pee, she headed off to table #7. The coach
again- "I'm sorry, but we're kind of in a rush. Could you tell me when
the food is going to be ready?"
"I'm sorry for the delay, sir, but I'll go ask the kitchen and find out.
Be right back," she smiled, putting on her best server smile. Her
bladder screaming inside of her, she walked quickly by the hallway
leading to the bathrooms, almost stopping, but thought she could get a
quick break after she took care of pain in the ass coach. The kitchen
just delivered the food for table #7, so she balanced as much of it as
she could, Carlene helping with the rest, and the two walked back to the
table of cheerleaders, who quickly dived into their meals. Even the
coach, for once, seemed happy. "God, I need to go pee or I'm going to
wet on myself!!!!!" Amber whispered to Carlene.
"Yea, I know, I'm about to pee in my pants too. I get a break in five
minutes though," Carlene replied, whisking off to another table.
Looking around, Amber realized for a moment that nobody needed her.
Table #5 looked about ready to leave, but they could wait, and she
really, really needed to use the restroom before something embarrassing
happened. Walking quickly to the bathroom, she got to the hallway. Of
course, as it always happened, three of the cheerleaders were outside
the door, squirming, looking desperate. A line. Just then Amber heard
table #5 call her name. "Damn Damn DAMN!" she cursed a little louder
than she should have- stupid line for the bathroom. She walked down to
table #5, only to be stopped at table #3, who had not left yet.
"Miss, There's been a mistake on our check. My husband got charged for
two coffees and he only drank one." Amber smiled, picked up the check
and apologized, trying not to show her anger. If she JUST could get to
the fricking bathroom, she thought. Her bladder pulsated inside of her,
wave after wave of pressure spasms appearing every few minutes, her
urine filling and stretching her bladder worse than ever before. Amber
was getting nervous, her tummy visibly stuck out, the waistband of her
slacks biting into her skin, her urethra tense, her desire to void so
strong she feared she would have an accident any minute. Table #5. Yes.
"Yes, are you guys ready to check out now?" she asked, trembling as she
dealt with a huge onslaught of stinging pain that emerged from inside of
her, her bladder once again signaling "Emergency, Emergency." Amber
really had to pee, the pressure now as bad as when she had driven into
the parking lot. Right after table #5 cashed out, she thought, and then
she could go relieve herself. "Shouldn't have drank so much water, damn
it," she thought, squirming as she cashed out table #5 at the register.
She glanced over at the bathrooms- no line. "Great," she said out loud,
again to nobody in particular. She walked quickly back to table #5,
handed them their change. They smiled, left a nice tip, and left. She
looked around. A break, she thought. Carlene came down out of the
bathrooms, headed to her own section. Amber bumped into her.
"Wow, that was close," Carlene whispered, giggling.
"What?" Amber asked, wondering what happened.
"I almost peed myself! I mean, I couldn't hold it and just got in there
in time. Can you imagine how embarrass..." CRASH. A loud explosion-like
sound rocked through the restaurant. Carlene dropped her tray in
surprise, both girls turning around to look at the direction where the
noise came from.
"What the hell?" Amber asked.
"I don't know. What's going on?" Carlene and Amber headed down the
hallway near the bathrooms, Ambers intense desperation increasing, so
she was headed that way anyway. "Oh my God," Carlene gasped. Water was
pouring out between the two bathrooms, a crack in the wall had appeared.
Laura, the GM was over there next. "Oh Shit!"
"What?" the girls replied in unison, Amber about to pee on herself in agony.
"The water main just blew. I was supposed to have it repaired last week, but they couldn't come out until tomorrow."
"What?"
"Damn. Carlene, go call our maintenance emergency number, tell them we
lost the water main and both bathrooms are flooded, and tell them to get
over here quick," Laura ordered.
Amber froze. She had to know. "Did, uh, did you say both bathrooms are
closed?" her voice squeaking higher in paranoia. She needed to use the
bathroom as badly as she ever had in her life, easily as badly as she
had earlier that day, and if the bathrooms were out of order...
"Yea, and we'll have to shut down if we can't get then open in an hour.
Health violation. Maintenance should get here pretty quick though,
shouldn't be a problem. What a mess though- I'm going to lock the doors
so nobody goes in the restrooms until we fix this," and Laura went off,
locking both doors, her shoes and the bottom of her slacks soaked in
water from the broken water main. Amber started to shake. She was on the
verge of wetting herself, barely able to control the pulsating pressure
inside of her struggling body. She NEEDED to use the bathroom SO badly.
"Oh God. Oh GOD," she cried, clenching her legs together. Carlene came back.
"The maintenance guys are on their way. Amber, are you alright?"
"Carlene, I really need to pee. I'm serious, I'm about to pee on myself
and now the bathrooms are closed!!!" Amber wailed, totally desperate and
in panic, her intense desperation reaching new moments of pain, her
urethra seemingly burning, her tummy completely distended, the stinging
pain coming in spasms, her body clenched, keeping her ocean of pee
inside.
"Don't worry, they'll be here soon and you can go. Just hold it, like we
had to in track last year," Carlene said, trying to reassure her
friend. Amber grimaced, and standing there with her legs locked
together, she tried to hold on, barely able to control the tremendous
urge that was overcoming her.
"Miss..." table #7 again. The Coach. Amber turned around, wiped off the
sweat that was forming on her forehead from her agonizing distress, and
walked carefully, trying not to pee in her clothes, down to table #7.
"Yes?" she warbled, her voice distorted as she fought off a violent
surge that almost caused her to uncontrollably release her hot urine
into her clothes.
"We've been wanting to check out for the past five minutes. And Melissa
here needs to go to the bathroom, can you tell me why you've got it
locked?" Melissa looked to be the oldest one, a senior, and her hands
were clutched up her cheerleading skirt; her face agonized with pain,
obviously needing to go pee as well.
"I'm sorry sir, but we've had a water main break, and the bathrooms
won't be open for another half hour at the earliest," Amber replied,
dying inside as she totally knew what the poor cheerleader was going
through.
"Whwhwhhaatt?" the high school senior cried, obviously in the worst desperation.
"She said they are closed, dear. You're 18 years old, not some little
girl. Hold it and go when we get back to the gym," the coach replied.
"IiiII can't, oh God," screamed the girl, her face red with
embarrassment and anguish. "Oh noooNOOOOO," the girl wailed, and Amber
froze as she glanced down. The girl stood there, legs together, her
skirt held up, her hands trembling as she tried to hold the cheerleading
skirt out of the way, in a panic, and Amber saw the girls blue
cheerleading trunks suddenly darken, a stain spreading, the girls public
mound obvious as the tightness of the lycra fabric hugged her engorged
girlhood, wetness escaping. Slight pee streams trickled down the girl's
muscular legs, increasing in strength until the girl suddenly peed
uncontrollably into her cheerleading outfit, a loud sizzling noise
coming from between her legs. The girl spread her legs, embarrassed,
crying, letting her skirt drop. Pee gushed from the 18 year old,
streaming down onto the floor, a puddle between her legs, her
cheerleading shoes wet, her bare thighs glistening with her own urine.
Amber almost peed onto herself then and there; the sight of another girl
having an accident in front of her reminded her how BADLY she needed to
go. She HAD to hold on. She felt so sorry for the poor girl who stood
there, pee dripping from her, embarrassed in front of 9 of her friends
and her coaches, having just wet herself at an age when that wasn't
supposed to happen. Carlene walked over and gasped in horror, seeing the
puddle between the cheerleader's legs. She ran back to the kitchen and
grabbed a mop. Amber fought another wave of pressure, realizing now the
emergency desperation SHE faced, and cashed the coach and his table out.
The other cheerleaders were consoling the poor girl, who was still
crying and sobbing uncontrollably as droplets of pee dropped from her
body along the floor out of the restaurant.
"MMMMM," Amber moaned, bending over part way, trying to keep her pee
inside. Her body DESPERATELY wanted to urinate, and seeing the girl's
accident made it so much worse. Amber knew she was going to lose control
if she didn't take drastic action. Maybe she could go in a cup outside
in the parking lot. That might do it, she thought. She headed back to
the kitchen when Isabelle seated Table #6 with an attractive young
woman, maybe in her mid 20's, dark auburn hair and freckles, wearing a
pair of black leggings, low-rise, riding her hips. A black sports bra on
top and a purse, the woman had obviously been working out or something.
Table #5 was seated too, with a pair of teenage girls, giggling as they
talked about their dates later that night with their boyfriends.
"Crap," Amber thought, "double seated," she thought, angry that Isabelle
had sat two tables. Her bladder violently throbbing, almost leaking,
Amber gave menus and water to the two girls, then made her way to Table
#6. The young woman was very attractive, and looked at Amber in a funny
way. "Hi. My name is Amber, and I'll be your server tonight. Here's the
menu and would you like something to drink to start off with?" Amber
asked, with her practiced approach. Amber stood there, her thighs
shaking, beads of sweat forming on her forehead again. A tremendous wave
of pee pressure overcame the poor server, almost causing an immediate
release. The burning, stinging pain overcame her and Amber almost
fainted from the pain, her vision going blurry, and her eyes tearing up.
She needed to PEE!!!!!!!.
Somehow she recovered, her legs shaking, she waited as the woman ordered
a large ice tea and a large glass of water. Amber walked over to the
two girls, ready to get their order. Then it would be a quick trip to
the parking lot. She didn't care if she had to squat next to her car;
she needed to pee before she wet herself in front of everyone. She stood
there, shaking, her legs pressed together, one hand trying to massage
herself as she walked over. Amber almost leaked into her panties, but
managed to hold back, the urge to pee insane, the pain constant. What
had been waves of pressure now was a steady spasm, every step, every
breath, and even every blink of the eye hurt. Amber was at the very last
stages of holding on, and she knew it. If she didn't go outside or
something within the next few minutes, she knew she'd be having an
accident in her pants just like the pretty cheerleader, who had soaked
herself in front of her friends. Amber cursed under her breath. The two
teens were playing around, laughing. Finally they gave their order, and
Amber started to head back to the kitchen when the woman at table #6
called her back. Amber could barely hold on. She was shaking
uncontrollably, her body on the verge of explosion, her urethra
tortured, her pubic area swollen with distress, her hot pee screaming
inside of her, DYING to escape. "YES?" she mumbled, trying valiantly to
hold on, to maintain dignity.
"I'm ready to order," the woman replied, putting down her menu. She
stared at Amber, her legs pressed together, her feet pacing back and
forth nervously, suddenly aware of Ambers incredible distress. "Are you
okay?" the woman asked.
"Um. I just need to use the- the bathroom really bad, we had a water
break or something and the bathrooms are closed, that's all," she
mumbled, running together her words as her bladder surged incessantly
within her, her slacks pressing tight against her pulsing belly, her pee
about to explode out of her pee hole.
"The bathroom is closed?" the woman said in a shock, clutching her legs
together, the black fabric of her tights defining her long muscles.
"Yea, but, but it should be open in like a half an hour," Amber mumbled, trying not to wet herself there.
"Oh my God, I really needed to go. I'm about to burst myself. And I just
finished this water. Please tell me when they're open, okay?" the woman
asked, some concern rising in her voice.
"Sure. Yea. So, what would you like?" Amber asked, somehow controlling
herself. She'd put the order in, then run out to the parking lot and
pee. Anywhere. She knew she was going to start going any second, and the
time was now. She could not hold on any longer.
"I'd like the chef's salad, honey-mustard dressing," Amber clutched
herself in pain, the last wave of pressure screaming inside of her. She
momentarily lost control, and for the briefest part of a second, a
little of her pee slipped out of her pee hole, a small spurt. Amber
panicked, clutching her muscles tighter, taking her hand away from her
crotch, in total and absolute desperation. "...and I'd like the Fajitas,
no sour cream please," the woman continued. Amber was in panic.
"Uhm. The chicken salad and Italian?"
"No, the chefs salad, honey-mustard dressing..." Amber froze again,
another small spurt escaping her tortured pee hole. The woman looked
down, her eyes only two feet from Ambers slacks, and the three-inch wet
spot in Amber's crotch was clearly noticeable. Amber didn't even realize
she was visibly wet, barely able to contain the ocean inside of her,
the pain intense, cutting through her like a knife, the waves of
pressure constant, the burning inside beyond anything she had
experienced, unable to control the spurts. Amber was slowly losing
control, and she knew it.
"I'm sorry- the chef's salad then. I'm so sorry, I really am about to
burst," she apologized, and started to walk away. Another spurt and
Amber froze, trying to control herself. She COULD NOT pee herself here,
NO, not NOW. She looked down, panicking when she saw the obvious wet
spot in her tan slacks, tightly pressed against her engorged girlhood,
her body racked with pain, needing to pee, starting to pee. She took a
fast step and started to head out the door to the parking lot, to
relieve herself the rest of the way and then get an apron to hide the
wet spot in her slacks. Another small spurt- Amber panicked. The woman
in table #6 called her. Amber turned around, tears in her eyes. She felt
a small trickle of pee escape and a thin line of pee stain ran down her
left thigh.
The woman looked straight at Amber's crotch, and giggled. "Wow, you really DO need to go to the bathroom, don't you?"
"Yes, I really need to go now, do you nnneed any-anything?" Amber
mumbled again, jumbling and mixing her words. Another spurt, another
small trickle of pee escaped her clenched burning pee hole, making the
damp mark down her left thigh longer and darker. Amber was starting to
pee on herself, and she knew it.
The woman kept looking; transfixed, watching Amber struggle to control
herself. "Oh, I really do need another iced tea. I'm so sorry. Do you
know you've got a wet spot on your pants?" the woman asked, shifting her
weight on her chair. Amber couldn't understand her. The last spurt
almost ruined her. The intense stinging pain rose to a crescendo, the
pressure unbearable. Amber began to slowly pee, and she started to walk
away. The woman called her back. "Honey, come back for a moment." Amber
was peeing slowly now, she couldn't control the flow and her left thigh
was getting slowly darker. Her warm pee was seeping out of her clenched
pee hole, against all of Amber's might.
Amber turned, crying, shaking, and started wailing. "Oh I'm sorry. Oh
NO. NOOO. Oh GODDDD NOOOOOOOO. NOOOO PLEASEEEEE NOOOOO," her voice
rising both in volume and in pitch. Three feet away from the woman in
table #6's eyes Amber lost control. The intense pain was too much, her
weakened crotch muscles, the throbbing the pulsating sensation overcame
her. A spurt escaped, and suddenly without any warning Amber could no
longer control her bladder's urges. Her bladder exploded, pee thrashing
out of her pee hole, flooding her panties, instantly wetting her pants.
Her crotch and inner left thigh were soaked within a second, pee
streaming seemingly by the gallon out of her crotch, gushing stream
after gushing stream bursting from within, soaking her panties, soaking
her pants. The pee streams soaked her tight tan slacks, the pee flooding
down her legs glistening in the light as Amber totally wet herself in
front of her customer, frozen in terror, unable to move. Pee kept
coming. Her bladder pumped pee through her urethra, like a fire hose on a
burning house, pee exploding, thrashing, sizzling noisily out of her
young athletic body, flooding her clothes, the coarse fabric of her tan
slacks unable to hold any more moisture, pee cascaded in sheets between
her legs, flooding her inner thigh and trickling into her socks, her
shoes, and onto the hardwood floor. Amber went to the bathroom into her
pants, right there, in front of everyone, for a minute and forty
seconds. Pure agony.
The two girls behind her giggled, whispering to each other "oh my God,
she's peeing her pants right here!!!" The woman in table #6 looked in
amazement, her eyes locked onto the spreading wetness of Amber's crotch.
Amber sobbed without stopping, looking up sheepishly when her pee stream
finally died down. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh my God, I'm so
sorry..." she cried, looking to the woman for forgiveness as her wet
pants clung to her legs, her shoes standing in a four foot wide puddle
of her own hot pee. Across the restaurant, the maintenance crew arrived
and started working on the water main and the bathrooms. It was too late
for Amber- she had just had the most embarrassing accident in her life,
peeing in front of her customers. Carlene came around the corner and
gasped, seeing Amber's soaked pants and the puddle on the floor. Amber
cried and ran out the door, not even saying goodbye to Carlene or even
bothering to put in the two tables' orders. Carlene turned around,
watching Amber run out the door, wondering what to do.
Neither server saw the woman in table #6 urinate, on purpose, into her
black leggings, pee dripping onto the floor and spreading all over the
chair where she sat. The woman had a smile on her face as she put her
fingers between her legs, feeling her pee explode into her leggings, the
familiar warmth flooding her seat and her butt. She smiled, and then
left quickly, pee running down the seams of her leggings as she walked
out of the restaurant, leaving a five-dollar bill to pay for the drinks.
Amber sat in her car, her pants soaked, her seats soaked, and cried uncontrollably, unable to stop
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