Alissa had always had weak bladder control, it didn’t matter where she was if she had to take a piss she absolutely had to take a piss regardless of where it was. Usually Alissa didn’t go out much unless she knew where the bathrooms were but sometimes she absolutely had to go out and without knowing where the bathroom was she was always terrified that she would end up pissing her trousers. She’d pissed her pants before and she wasn’t really afraid of the people looking at her or the walking around in piss soaked pants but she was more afraid of how turned on she gets when her pussy is soaked in pee.
This past Tuesday Alissa had to go out to get her drivers license renewed and she made it as far as a few steps from the car and she pissed all over her jogging pants. The bright purple pants had the biggest pee stain on them that was only growing bigger by the second as she leaned against the wall with warm wet piss trickling down her thighs and soaking through her pants. Then she began to feel it, her pussy throbbing, aching for her fingers.
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