Anna Learns A Lesson

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This story contains female wetting and peeing

 

Anna didn’t want to get up from her seat but she had to. On the giant screen of the movie theater, Rose was making her way through the flooded hallway of the Titanic, looking for Jack, the water level getting higher and higher. Anna didn’t think it was strange that this movie hadn’t been in the theaters in over twenty years. Her only concern at this point was that she had to pee, quite badly in fact.

She was now walking through the lobby. The crowd was noisy and thick with people. She looked around but couldn’t find the bathrooms anywhere; the walls were flat and bare. She didn’t think it was strange that the bathrooms were not where they should be, she was simply annoyed because she had to pee.

It was daytime outside even though she heard someone say it was midnight. The person who said it was an old coworker that she couldn’t remember the name of. He was seated at a picnic table, looking through binoculars at a waterfall that she realized was right behind her when she turned around. She didn’t think this was strange either, although looking at all the rushing water reminded her that she had to pee.

Finally she found the orange port-o-potty and ran inside. The door wouldn’t shut; there was no locking mechanism. It didn’t matter, the inside was spacious, cavernous, and the floors were artfully tiled. She didn’t think it was strange that the inside of this port-o-potty was the size and general shape of the bathroom at her job, and that it was filled with both men and women and had a DJ with loudspeakers in the corner; she was too busy looking for an open stall because she had to pee.

At last she found an available stall, but when she went inside there was no toilet. This she did think was strange, and she said so out loud. She left the stall and noticed herself in the mirror. She was completely naked. She was mortified but thankfully nobody said anything. How could this have happened? She must have left her clothes in the car, but she couldn’t remember where her car was. And she still had to pee, quite badly in fact. The sink under the mirror, that would do. She hopped up onto the sink, feet dangling, her big butt hanging over the basin. A splashy stream flew out of her and went directly into the drain. It was loud. She realized the crowd was looking at her, and she suddenly realized that it didn’t actually feel as though she was urinating. Her stream was thick and twisty, but she felt no relief. In fact, her bladder felt even fuller now. This didn’t make any sense. Maybe she just had to relax. Anna closed her eyes and made a concerted effort to relax, if such a thing is possible. Eventually, she began to feel it. She could feel a trickle of warm pee passing out of her.

Anna opened her eyes. Reality hit her swiftly. She had been asleep and was dreaming. She was lying in her bed and peeing herself! In a panic she threw her sheets aside and jumped out of bed. Some drops fell on the carpet, but she squeezed her thick thighs together and shut off the flow. There was no time to assess the damage, her bladder felt like it was about to explode.

She hobbled towards the bathroom as quickly as she could. This was going to be close. Anna had gone to bed wearing a large t shirt and nothing else. Her soft, heavy breasts bounced under the fabric with each step. The hem of her shirt, which barely covered the bottom of her fleshy buttocks, was wet with pee from where she had been lying down.

As she stepped into her bathroom, she pulled up the shirt away from her pussy in anticipation. The soggy hem briefly snagged on the shelf of her ass, where the bottoms of the cheeks meet the tops of the thighs, but with another tug it cleared. The toilet was in sight, but it was too late. She could feel it coming out. In a last second of improvisation, she side stepped into her shower, almost tripping on the curtain. She parted her thighs just enough for an angry stream of hot piss to blast out of her and splash onto the shower floor. Anna gasped at the jolting relief and laughed with nervous energy. She looked down and witnessed the thick ribbon of piss shooting out of her, slightly forward, and forming an impressive puddle around her feet. She turned on the faucet of the shower and began to clean herself, savoring the citrus fragrances of the shampoo and body wash. When she got to her crotch, she realized she was still peeing prodigiously, and was amused. Her legs were getting tired, so she leaned against the shower wall let herself enjoy the simple but primal pleasure of her bladder letting go. How long had she been peeing while asleep? It couldn’t have been for very long, as she was bursting when she awoke. Oh well, she was going to wash her sheets this weekend anyway. As she felt the last of her morning pee jump out of her pussy in long, persistent spurts, she made a mental note to not drink so much water before going to bed. During the day, however, was another matter.