Kaitlyn makes it to the porta-potty alright.

Kaitlyn slipped out of the robe, her hands instinctively flying to cover her crotch as she exposed herself to the cool evening air. She pressed her palms firmly against her pelvis, using both hands not only to conceal herself but also to apply gentle pressure, desperately trying to hold back the urgent need to urinate that had been building for what felt like an eternity. Her arms couldn't cover her breasts, which were now fully exposed, but she barely noticed.

As she took off in a frantic dash down the alleyway, her feet pounded the pavement, her heart racing with anxiety. She could feel her bladder straining against her hands, threatening to betray her at any moment.

As she emerged from the alleyway, Kaitlyn slowed for a split second, her eyes scanning both directions to ensure the coast was clear. Satisfied that no one was watching, she rounded the fence onto the neighboring lot, her eyes fixed on the porta-potty in the distance.

Relief washed over her as she saw that the area was deserted, the only sound the distant hum of traffic. With renewed energy, Kaitlyn sprinted towards the porta-potty, her hands still clutched over her crotch, straining to hold back the pressure building inside her.

As she reached the porta-potty, Kaitlyn's hand grasped the door handle,