An unexpected interuption.

You decide to pee on your bedroom carpet. You spread your legs and relax. A dribble of pee escapes your pussy and dampens the crotch of your panties. You are about to release the rest when the front doorbell chimes.

"Fuck!" you think. "Who the hell is that."

You tighten up your muscles again and head downstairs to the door. You are now quite **** and have to bury your hand between your legs to stop from relieving yourself until you have dealt with the caller.

"Who is it?" you ask thru the door.

"Its Mrs Prosser, from next door." the caller replied. "Your mom asked me to keep an eye on you while she is away."

"Fuck." you thought. "Emma Prosser. Your former babysitter."

"I'm fine." you call back. "Thanks for checking on me."

A stream of pee suddenly escapes causing you to gasp. You feel the pee soak into your panties and the front of your skirt. It takes every bit of control you have remaining to halt the flow. You remove your hand and examine your skirt. A fist sized wet patch is visible on the pink material. You groan loudly.

"Clare, are you all right?" Emma asks before demanding. "Open this door or I'll use the key your mom left me."

You open the door and use it to hide your wet spot and greet Mrs Prosser.

Mrs Prosser is 55 years old. She is 5'4" tall and 220lbs the excess weight being around her belly and bum. She has collar length brown hair which is streaked with grey and has green eyes. She is wearing a red blouse, biege pants and brown shoes.

"Hey Mrs P. Whats up?" you ask as another stream of pee escapes.

"You sounded odd." Mrs P tells you.

You squeeze your legs together in an effort to halt your release. You manage to slow but not stop the flow and you can feel lines of pee snaking their way down both legs.

"Well are you going to let me in?" Mrs P asks you.

You swallow and take a step back fully opening the door. As you do you lose what little control you had remaining. Pee gushes out of you creating a puddle on the wooden floor around your bare feet. A surprised Mrs P looks on...