A Night of Desperate Ladies
"I know there's no bathrooms open, so I'm heading back to my house. Hold on, I'll hurry as much as I can with all of the cops out."
You had barely pulled out of the parking lot when Courtney spoke up again.
"How much farther? I can't wait much longer!"
"I'm sorry, but we just left so its still close to 10 minutes. I'm hurrying though."
No one says anything for a couple minutes, while Courtney rocks back and forth. Suddenly she grunts loudly, grabs the skirt, and you can see out of the corner of your eye that she is pulling it roughly over her waist. You can't help but glance and through the intermittent illumination from the street lights you see her pink panties - high cut bikini-style - fully exposed. It almost looks like she has a hand inside her panties.
As you come to a red light, your thoughts are interrupted by another soft whimper from the far seat. As you come to a stop, you look over and Courtney is taking off her panties. She is clumsily fumbling with it, slowly sliding it down with one hand while the other is buried deep between her legs.
You are worried that Jenna will notice you staring but when you look over it's clear she's is preoccupied. She is rubbing her thighs and subtly rocking forward and back in her seat while all of this is going on. She may not want to admit it but she clearly has to pee, and pretty badly by the looks of it. You decide to risk it and ask her.
"Are you OK, Jenna? It looks like something is wrong."
"No, just a little tired. This is the first time we've been out in a while, and I'm not used to staying up like this and drinking anymore."
She must be one of those people who is ashamed to admit needing to pee around strangers, so you drop it, and in fact nothing else is said the rest of the drive other than occasional whimpering noises from Courtney. The closer you get to you your house, though, the worse off she looks. She now has both hands between legs and is doubled over.
When you are pull into the driveway, the small bump at the entrance is too much for Courtney. She yelps loudly and its obvious she is starting to leak. Before you are even stopped, she starts trying to open to door, but it is locked. You run around to the door, taking her hand to lead her to the front door. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she starts peeing vigorously before you have have taken 3 steps. She sighs loudly and squats down, before losing her balance and falling on her butt, her stream never wavering.
She continues to pee forcefully and while moaning with the relief of finally letting go. As her bladder fully empties, she sighs loudly and collapses on her back. She's in the grass so thankfully there isn't a huge puddle, but her dress is definitely going to be a mess.
Not sure what to do, you turn to Jenna. She is shifting back and forth on her feet anxiously, but seems preoccupied with her companion, staring down while shaking her head.
"Wow, she sure made a mess. I've definitely seen worse with her, but still, we gotta get her taken care of. I know this is asking a lot, but can you help get her cleaned up before we go home?"
You will clearly help, but how? On point hand you can help more inside, but your house is not fit for company at the moment. On the other, the idea of bringing them in, and seeing what happens with Jenna, is thrilling.
Should you bring her in or take them straight to their house?
You had barely pulled out of the parking lot when Courtney spoke up again.
"How much farther? I can't wait much longer!"
"I'm sorry, but we just left so its still close to 10 minutes. I'm hurrying though."
No one says anything for a couple minutes, while Courtney rocks back and forth. Suddenly she grunts loudly, grabs the skirt, and you can see out of the corner of your eye that she is pulling it roughly over her waist. You can't help but glance and through the intermittent illumination from the street lights you see her pink panties - high cut bikini-style - fully exposed. It almost looks like she has a hand inside her panties.
As you come to a red light, your thoughts are interrupted by another soft whimper from the far seat. As you come to a stop, you look over and Courtney is taking off her panties. She is clumsily fumbling with it, slowly sliding it down with one hand while the other is buried deep between her legs.
You are worried that Jenna will notice you staring but when you look over it's clear she's is preoccupied. She is rubbing her thighs and subtly rocking forward and back in her seat while all of this is going on. She may not want to admit it but she clearly has to pee, and pretty badly by the looks of it. You decide to risk it and ask her.
"Are you OK, Jenna? It looks like something is wrong."
"No, just a little tired. This is the first time we've been out in a while, and I'm not used to staying up like this and drinking anymore."
She must be one of those people who is ashamed to admit needing to pee around strangers, so you drop it, and in fact nothing else is said the rest of the drive other than occasional whimpering noises from Courtney. The closer you get to you your house, though, the worse off she looks. She now has both hands between legs and is doubled over.
When you are pull into the driveway, the small bump at the entrance is too much for Courtney. She yelps loudly and its obvious she is starting to leak. Before you are even stopped, she starts trying to open to door, but it is locked. You run around to the door, taking her hand to lead her to the front door. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she starts peeing vigorously before you have have taken 3 steps. She sighs loudly and squats down, before losing her balance and falling on her butt, her stream never wavering.
She continues to pee forcefully and while moaning with the relief of finally letting go. As her bladder fully empties, she sighs loudly and collapses on her back. She's in the grass so thankfully there isn't a huge puddle, but her dress is definitely going to be a mess.
Not sure what to do, you turn to Jenna. She is shifting back and forth on her feet anxiously, but seems preoccupied with her companion, staring down while shaking her head.
"Wow, she sure made a mess. I've definitely seen worse with her, but still, we gotta get her taken care of. I know this is asking a lot, but can you help get her cleaned up before we go home?"
You will clearly help, but how? On point hand you can help more inside, but your house is not fit for company at the moment. On the other, the idea of bringing them in, and seeing what happens with Jenna, is thrilling.
Should you bring her in or take them straight to their house?