You let go

Before you get the chance to think, the traffic light turns green. Denise steps on the gas, zooming the white Lamborghini down the street. The move serves little more then to pin you back against your seat, causing the your seat belt to dig into you, adding more pressure on your bladder.

"It's okay honey, really..." Denise looks over toward you with a comforting look about her. "Just let go, everything will be okay, I promise. You don't have to be ashamed, I'll take care of everything once we get back home." Quickly, without losing any semblance of control over the vehicle, she places her right hand on your short-clad thigh, rubbing her hand gently, almost as if she's cooing you to let go. "Just go ahead and pee your shorts, we're still a ways away and you'll feel much better once you let go."

You look toward her wet eyes. You can hardly believe what she's asking you to do. Before today, you could have only dreamt of riding in the sort of car she owns, now, she's practically asking you to pee yourself. It's almost too much.

She continues running her free hand along your thigh, making you more and more aware of your **** state. Then it happens. A burst of pee escapes into your underwear. You take a deep breath as you the car comes to a stop at another red light. You can feel the damp underwear beneath you. At the moment, only a small part of the front is wet, but that's about the change.

As the car pulls to a stop at another red light you realize there's no way you'll be able to hold it. You sigh and ease your body, relaxing your back into the seat. Pee starts to pour out, flooding your underwear, spilling over into your shorts, soaking through and onto the towel beneath you.

You start to lightly tear up, but Denise's hand is still there on your thigh, comforting you the whole time.

"It's okay, sweetie. Just let it all come out. No one has to know you're peeing yourself. It's just us two in the car. No one knows," her voice is soft, caring, nurturing, and protective.

Another short burst of pee rushes out, making contact with your underwear, before running down your rear. You wipe the tears from your eyes with your arm as you look on toward Denise.

"You did really good," She comments smiling at you. "But next time, don't hold it okay? It's bad for your bladder. If you need to pee, just free yourself and wet, okay? I'll take care of everything else."

Her smile brings a warmth to your heart. You take a deep breath, reclining your back against the car seat. You squirm your bottom a little, feeling the wet, but warm, underwear beneath you. Now, with your bladder eased and Denise's hand running along your thigh, you can relax. You close your eyes and drift to sleep, your underwear and clothes soaked in Denise's car.

Eventually you wake up, Denise's hand softly moving about your thigh. "Wake up honey we're home!" You open your eyes to see Denise's own pair of eyes firmly locked on you. "Now, let's get you inside and change you out of those wet clothes," her hand moves, unbuckling your seat belt. You look about, seeing as she exits the driver seat and briskly walks around to your side of the car, opening the door and holding out a hand.

You take her hand without a second thought. She helps lift you up and out of the car. "Wow, you really wet yourself," she says examining your wet shorts. "That's okay, it's only natural, all that orange juice had to go somewhere after all." You look around the area for a moment. You are taken aback as you look about the rich house she's now leading you toward. It's a rather large two story house, grand but with a classic, homey sort of feel.

The area around the house is green and secluded, with hedges well maintained to form a natural wall around the home.

"I see you like the house," she muses toward you as she opens the door. "We don't have to worry about anyone seeing us out here, it'll just be you and me for the weekend, no distractions." You both enter the home. The house interior is a marvelous white, well maintained and extravagantly decorated.

"Well, we should get you changed," she says turning around with a wide grin across her face. "Before you wet yourself some more, not like that would be a problem, but we have to take care of the furniture," she takes your hand and guides you upstairs into what looks to be a guest room. "Just take off those wet shorts and give them to me, keep your underwear on for now, I'll be right back." You had her your shorts, leaving you wearing nothing beneath your waist save for your soaked grey briefs.

You wait several minutes but as time passes, you begin feel a light urge to pee. Clearly, not all of the orange juice has left your body.