Piss Stop Pit Stop

Lisa was having an awful morning. She was driving to her boyfriend's parents house across state. She got a late start then after an hour on the raod got stuck in traffic thanks to highway construction. "Why did I have that large coffee?" she said to herself as she felt pressure on her bladder as the traffic inched forward.

Just when she thought she would have to pull over and piss on the side of the road, she saw a rest stop. There were orange cones blocking the entrance and a sign stuck in one that read Closed. Being ****, she drove around the driveway on the grass and into the rest stop. She jumped out of the car and shut the door, just then realizing she had locked her keys and purse in the car. She cursed her look and hurried, her thighs clenched to the restroom. There was a sign on the door saying they restroom was temporarily closed. She pulled on the handle anyway. She pushed as hard a she could, but it made her lose bladder control.

She was still four hours away from her destination, but little less than an hour from her apartment. She texted her roommate. Locked out of my car and pissed my jeans. Bring spare car key on hook under my light switch and change of clothes. HURRY! Rest stop just west of Atherton.

"Come on, come on, come on, answer!" she said. She was happy no one was around, but the feeling of her wet panties and jeans was horrible, and to make things even worse, the piss had made down her legs and onto her shoes. "Text back damnit!"