Accident At Junction Twelve |

“Don’t stop me now, ’cause I’m having a good time…” The classic Queen song rang out from the car speakers, “I’m gonna go, go, go, there’s no stopping me…”

Jess threw the handbrake back with an annoyed sigh as clearly the lyrics were written solely to mock her. All the cars around her had screeched to a halt as well. Each car with an equally annoyed face behind the wheel. She had been stuck in this traffic jam for the past hour, slowly inching down the motorway. If she had known how bad the traffic was going to be she would have pulled off at the last junction. To make matters worse, the summer sun had finally risen and was quickly baking her inside the car even with the window down.

Jess frowned into the rearview mirror as she noticed the dark rings under her eyes. She had had an amazing holiday but was forced to set out far too early in the morning to get home for a pointless work meeting in the early evening. Her body was currently being fueled by a copious amount of coffee and, thanks to the traffic jam, a lot of frustration. Rubbing her weary eyes, she longed to finally get home so she could throw her suitcases into the living room and pass out on her soft bed until the meeting began. She closed her eyes, trying to forget the oppressive heat and cursed her idiot boss for organizing the meeting last minute.

A horn blared out from behind, startling Jess.

“Alrigh’, fuck off already!” Jess slammed the car into first scowling into the mirror at the car behind and drove forward for what must have been only a few inches. “Yeah, what a great difference that made.”

Irritated Jess tapped the melody out on the steering wheel with her fingernails. She looked across at the halfempty cup of coffee, her third, maybe fourth of the morning, sitting in the cup holder as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat and bit her ruby lips. At first, the growing pressure deep within her had been easy to ignore. After all, we have all been forced to sit through a work meeting that has overrun. But with each passing second that she was stuck in the traffic jam that pressing sensation on her bladder grew stronger and more urgent, as did her fear of what that might mean. Once the traffic had stopped again, she crossed her legs and looked for a roadside sign indicating the next junction or service station.

“Not far left now, you can make it,” Jess tried to reassure herself.

A merciful summer breeze swept through the window as a bead of sweat trickled down underneath her chin and along her slender neck before rolling between her cleavage. Jess gasped as her nipples stiffened and pressed against the intricate lace of her bra. She shook her head in disbelief. Strange time to get aroused. She wasn’t even sure when that happened.

She tried to convince herself that her mind must have drifted back to the night before when the cute bartender had flirted with her. Of course, nothing had come of the flirting, but that hadn’t stopped her from enjoying the fantasy of what might have been, once she was back in her hotel room.

Jess gritted her teeth as she uncrossed her legs to drive forward. While the car tiptoed forward her body tensed up, desperate for the safety that crossed legs afforded. Her breathing quickened as the pressure deep within began to dominate not just her body but her mind too. She felt so full.

Once more, the traffic ground to a halt. Jess quickly put the car into neutral, pulled the handbrakes, and crossed her legs with a whimper. Her nails dug harshly into her jeanclad thighs. How much longer will it take? She had never felt desperation like this before. The twisting inside her seemed intent on forcing itself out. Her breathing became ragged as she fidgeted and tried to control herself while glancing at the cars around her.

In her mind, a giant spotlight shone on her and everyone around her knew exactly what she was experiencing. She felt naked and surrounded by the eyes of strangers. They silently judged her and waited for what she feared would sooner or later happen. They were all going to laugh and mock her. That dumb little girl pissing herself in the middle of the motorway. Her cheeks burnt red. Jess squeezed her thighs tightly together, rocking slightly in her seat hoping to somehow defy her destiny. She clenched her eyes shut as the weight on her bladder became almost unbearable.

Jess’ eyes shot wide open like a deer caught in headlights.

For a few moments, the world had stopped spinning and time stood still as that gnawing pressure inside her dropped lower. Until there was no more lower to go to. Finally, she felt it. An undeniable dampness escaped from between her legs as a guilty trickle of warmth spilt out. Jess immediately clamped her hand over her jean’s crotch, pushing against her damp pussy and clenched her pelvic muscles hard as she froze in place. Her blush spread across her face, and her ears felt on fire.

“Did that really just happen?” Jess panicked.

She squeezed tighter and tighter and tighter. Hoping to stem any more from sneaking out and to keep some semblance of pride. However, how much pride can someone have while cupping wet panties in the middle of a traffic jam? Jess held her breath with almost as much fear as she held her bladder. She clenched more. Had it stopped? Was she safe? She didn’t dare to lessen her grip in case the dam broke, she knew that once the cascade burst forth, it would be impossible to control.

A deliciously, shameful jolt of excitement shot along her spine, causing her hair to stand up on the back of her neck, as the trickle of warm urine teased its way down to her bum, licking her ring before settling beneath her cheeks. Time resumed once more as the cars around her moved forward. Jess relinquished her held breath with a loud moan. Surprisingly, it was not one of desperation. Neither was it a moan of sorrow.

But a moan that was laced with devilish lust. It was carnal and impure, as if the moan fell from the lips of a succubi.

Thankfully the flow had stopped for now, but she could feel how her panties now clung to her pussy as the warm liquid spread across the fabric. She bit her lower lip. Whether from shame or ecstasy, she couldn’t quite determine. The damp panties felt like a wet tongue licking her as she sat in the driver’s seat. Every time she shifted her hips, the tantalizing tongue would find a new place to explore. Teasing her. Tasting her. Tempting her for even more.

Jess slammed on the brakes, stopping just shy of the car in front, as she almost missed the traffic coming to a stop again. She was so close to the junction now, with only a few cars standing between her and freedom. Her little accident had done little to abate the pressure within that still caused her to squirm. However, it was undeniable that the warmth now spreading across her pussy had certainly affected her. It felt…

Wonderful.

Curiosity invaded her mind. She hid her face behind her long amber locks while one hand snuck below and popped the top button of her jeans free. No one would know if she touched it, right? The second button popped free, and she opened her jeans, revealing her purple and black panties. The wet patch taunted her. She just needed to know how it felt.

Jess purred in anticipation. Her middle finger pressed curiously against the wetness of her panties. Gently at first. Then she pushed the slick material between her pussy lips slightly; the golden honey leaked out of the fabric and spilt around her curious fingers. She groaned in pleasure as depravity claimed her as its prize.

She couldn’t be sure anymore if it was only piss that she could feel soaked into her panties or if her lust had also mixed into it. Jess blushed as she drove with one hand on the wheel while the other explored a new wet world. Her mind drifted back to the cute bartender from the night before with that pierced tongue.

Her fingers mimicked what she wanted the bartender’s tongue to do as she toyed with herself over the pissstained panties. The golden nectar leaked out of the fabric with each lick. She had to remind herself to keep the other hand on the wheel and not caress her nipples as she drew closer to the edge.

The pressing weight deep within her sank lower again. Heavier this time. Her fingers trembled against her clit and her ample chest heaved up and down. While that imaginary tongue continually devoured her without mercy. At first, it was just some extra warmth lightly pressing from behind her panties against her fingers. Then the floodgates burst open as the cascade of steaming hot piss burst out. Jess sighed as the warmth rushed against her panties creating a whirlpool of carnal desire that lashed her pussy.

The strong scent of urine filled the air sending her deeper into her lustful craze. Once her panties had become fully saturated, the golden nectar flooded through and over her fingers as she quickly rubbed herself, sending her piss splashing across her hips while the flood drenched her inner thighs. She watched with fascination as her honey poured through her panties.

“The hell is wrong with me?” Jess thought as her pee flowed down her jeans to her ankle and seeped into her socks, “Why does this make me want to cum so badly?”

Jess pushed her panties to the side, letting the fountain spray up into the air, splashing down with reckless abandonment. She drove two fingers deep into her engorged pussy to the sound of envious squelching. The fingers stemmed the flow, letting it build up within her. Then, as her fingers left her pussy, the golden nectar would explode out, causing her to purr as it rushed past her sensitive lips. Already a puddle had formed underneath her, tickling her thighs and bum. Her tight jeans had a darker shade along the inside of her legs.

As Jess looked in the rearview mirror, she couldn’t see the bashful woman she had expected to see, ashamed of peeing herself as an adult. Instead, she saw a beautiful woman who had just learnt a dirty secret about herself, seemingly caught in the rapture of eternally orgasmic bliss.

Finally, the motorway junction arrived, and Jess quickly pulled off. She frantically drove to the nearest gas station while her wet fingers dripped over the wheel. Every time she accelerated or braked, she could hear and feel the sloshing beneath her butt, causing her to blush and remember how good it had felt to flood her jeans. Her eyes kept glancing at the succulent drops of urine that dripped off her fingernails. An invisible chain enticed those delectable fingers to her tongue as she licked them clean.

The car bounced over the speedbump at the entrance of the service station, scraping the rear in her rush.

Jess mulled the taste of her urine over in her mind as if it were a fine wine. She savoured and examined the taste, exploring its rich depth. Then she considered how the taste had sent an erotic rush through her body, even all the way to her core. How that glorious taste lingered on her lips. How it left her begging for another sip.

She dipped her fingers into her drenched panties again, feeling the warmth, and then ran her tongue along her wet fingers. The taste was slightly bitter but not unpleasantly, with an almost acidic aftertaste. She nibbled her fingernails and licked it again. The flavours danced across her tongue. Jess smiled. The feeling, the smell, and the taste of her shameful act were driving her insane. Her tongue ran slowly across her lips gathering the precious drops that remained. She needed to cum in her pisssodden panties. She needed it now.

Even before the car had come to a complete stop under the shade at the far end of the car park, Jess had pushed her hand back down her drenched panties and curled her fingers deep inside her pussy. Consumed with pleasure, she rolled her head backwards and her free hand slipped under her top and bra teasing her breast. In the distance, she could see people entering the service station oblivious to her filthy show within her car.

She expertly found that spot. That one special spot that never failed to make her entire soul tingle and purr. Usually, Jess preferred to work up to her orgasms in a slow crescendo. She loved to teeter on the edge of orgasm, teasing out every blissful moment of her lovemaking. It was a sensual art, both beautiful and sublime. Worthy of patient teasing.

This, however, was not a usual time. There was no space for romance, no time for teasing, no desire for the pretence of civility or class.

This was filth from the deepest depths of her depravity. Jess knew it and she craved it. So her hungry fingers plunged into her wet pussy as her body writhed in delight. Her nails clawed at the tender skin of her breast, leaving red lines across them declaring her desire. She panted and moaned to every deity she had ever denied and some she didn’t even know as her hips pushed impatiently against her hand. Her plump ass splashed in the hot puddle beneath her as the jeans clung to her skin. Her body twisted and turned as she slammed her fingers deep inside herself, her palm slapping hard against her clit with a wet sound.

Again and again, her fingers fucked her soppingwet cunt.

Jess gulped and arched her back, it was approaching fast. Her body jolted as it always did when she was moments from an orgasm. She chewed the corner of her lips and tried to expel the last remnants of her golden nectar. A couple of desperate thrusts later and her bladder gleefully obeyed, pissing over her hand and splashing onto the floor of her car.

As soon as the stream had ended, her body convulsed in orgasm, legs trembling with jeans half pulled down and panties pushed aside. She silently screamed out as her hand clawed down the closed car door window, leaving trails of her guilt across the glass. Her soaked pussy pulsated as the piss dripped off her.

She lay exhausted in her seat, bathing in her afterglow, and absentmindedly licked piss off her fingers. Each time her fingers brought the warm treat to her lips, she groaned for more. Eventually, she sat up, still breathing heavily, and straightened her appearance in the mirror. She smirked as she nonchalantly drove off while still sitting in a puddle of her delightful urine.

A sign at the exit of the service station read, “We hope you enjoyed your stay. Please drive safely.”

Jess grinned to herself, already planning out her next ‘accident’.