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Chapter 2


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Megan heard her heart beating in her ears, and felt it drumming in her bladder as the car came to an abrupt stop, apparently without colliding into anything. Breathing hard, she kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, silently praying she was still dreaming.

"Oh shit, that was close!” Sarah said, her voice hoarse from the sudden rush of adrenaline. “Are you alright?”

Megan didn’t answer. Instead of feeling relief that they were both relatively unharmed, she felt an ever increasing sense of panic rising up from her stomach. She was so utterly bursting for a wee, and had been so close to relief, being denied at the last moment was almost more than she could stand. She took a deep breath, but regretted it instantly when a pang of discomfort shot through her abdomen like a jolt of electricity. As Sarah manoeuvred the car to the side of the road, Megan cradled her bladder, a now throbbing pee-filled balloon that felt like it was in spasm. She leaned forward, tears welling up in her eyes. Fighting to hold them back, she sat motionless for a moment, mentally taking stock of what had just happened. Sarah watched a tall figure step from the police car behind them as Megan started to whimper softly to herself.

“Babe, you need to cover yourself up. We don’t want you arrested for indecent exposure!”

Megan ran a trembling hand over the seat between her legs, surprised to find it still dry. How she hadn't peed herself in all the drama she didn’t know, but she didn’t have time to wonder. Looking behind, the cop was nearly at Sarah’s window. Quickly adjusting her knickers, she yanked her leggings back up just in time. The feeling of the tight fabric snuggling against her pussy was agonising, a reminder that there would be no relief for the foreseeable future. Feeling her muscles quivering, a renewed urgency washed over her as the rush of adrenaline began to fade. Her wee felt like it was right there, a reservoir of liquid threatening to erupt from between her tightly clenched thighs, poised and ready to exploit the first sign of weakness. Sarah wound down her window and Megan watched the torso of the police officer come into view.

A surprisingly high pitched voice rasped from the officer. “That was a dangerous stunt you pulled back there, you could have killed someone” he said with as much authority as a dead kipper. “Switch off the engine please.”

Sarah did as he requested and looked him in the face. He was young, maybe just barely into his twenties, but still with the complexion of an acne-ridden teenager. Trying to avoid gazing at a number of large red pimples on the man’s face, her eyes instead found his name badge. Officer Jeremy Stuart.

“I’m so sorry, I was distracted for just a second” Sarah said to the badge, the corners of her mouth turning up a little as she fought back a smirk. “It’s been a long journey, but I promise it won’t happen again”. Sarah heard Megan whimper again, just barely audible above the hush that had descended on the car.

Officer Stuart considered things for a moment, thinking he really couldn’t be bothered with the paperwork that laying charges would entail. Besides, she was an attractive woman and he was in a good mood. He looked her over, noticing first her long blond hair as it cascaded provocatively around her shoulders. He moved his gaze downwards, in exactly the same manner all men have done since Adam first gazed upon Eve’s shapely form. Jeremy gawked open mouthed as his eyes scoured her body, taking in her perfect round breasts before mentally removing the metaphorical fig leaves covering her erect nipples. Strange, it wasn’t even cold. Down further, her bare legs were a little slice of heaven, and something he would almost certainly recall when alone in his bedroom tonight. He closed his jaw and turned his mind to the situation at hand. When all said and done, he was still a police officer and had to follow protocol.

“Could I see your driving license please?”

Sarah grabbed her bag from the back seat and began rummaging, praying she hadn’t left it at home. “I’m sure it’s in here somewhere!”

Megan was really struggling, her legs jiggling and her breathing shallow. “Please, please hurry up” she whispered through clenched teeth, “I’m about to bust!” Megan had subconsciously began to hold herself, the pressure of her fingers the only thing keeping her knickers dry.

“I’m looking, just hold on … and stop touching yourself, it’ll look weird if he sees you” she whispered back. Megan withdrew her hand and blushed crimson. Oh God, it was right on the brink. She jiggled some more and tensed her legs, pushing her feet into the floor, almost lifting herself out of the seat. Finally, Sarah found the license and handed it to the officer. She was so incredibly aroused she felt like bursting into tears. Megan felt like bursting into tears for entirely different reasons.

Jeremy studied the license. “Miss Sarah Morgan. You say you were distracted. What exactly was the source of the distraction?” He couldn’t help another glance at those mesmerising legs.

It was Sarah's turn to blush. She weighed up her options and toyed with the idea of telling the truth. Well officer, I was staring longingly at my girlfriend’s pussy, dreaming of burying my tongue deep inside her. Quickly realising the truth may just blow Jeremy’s mind, she told the first lie that popped into her head. Before giving it proper thought, she suddenly found herself telling a protracted tale involving several deer prancing merrily out from behind a nearby bush, and having to swerve to avoid them. Half way through she knew it was sounding ridiculous, but there was no going back now. Quickly looking around in a desperate search for a bush large enough to conceal a herd of wild deer, her heart dropped when all she saw were miles of open fields. The tale trailed off into an awkward silence, broken only by the creaking of the leather seat as Megan slipped off her shoe and brought her right leg up, tucking the heel of her foot beneath her.

Jeremy was vaguely aware that the woman had stopped talking, but he just couldn’t prise his eyes from those amazing legs. The silence stretched on longer, becoming more and more awkward with each ticking second. With the rumble of a passing lorry finally snapping him from his daydream, he shuffled around nervously before realising he hadn’t heard a word she had said.

“Thank you Miss Morgan. I’m happy to let you go today with a caution, but please drive more carefully in the future.”

“I will, thank you officer”, Sarah said, shocked but relieved. She felt for sure the deer story had secured her a dangerous driving charge.

As Jeremy bent down and handed back the license, he gave the interior of the car a glance over. For the first time he noticed the attractive brunette in the passenger seat, locking eyes with her. He looked for a long moment and saw that she was even more gorgeous than her friend. She had beauty in a less classical sense and had a slightly nerdy air about her, but he could look into those eyes for the rest of his life and never want for anything else. She looked nervous about something, and her eyes seemed to be almost pleading. Megan broke away from his stare, but Jeremy continued to watch as she began wriggling around in obvious discomfort.

“What’s your name miss?” he ventured.

“Megan … erm.” she tried to concentrate. What was her name? All she could think about was grasping her girlhood and squeezing her pee hole shut. She felt her muscles faltering. “Parker … Megan Parker.” Her voice sounded more than a little strained, and she couldn't help finishing the sentence with a little gasp as her bladder contracted hard. Her heel was helping, but it just wasn’t the same as some strategically placed fingers.

Jeremy didn't know how to respond. He watched the pretty brunette close her eyes tight and grip the sides of her seat with such strength her knuckles turned white. She shuddered uncontrollably for a second, almost as if she was cold. Trouble was he could see she was obviously sweating, and the morning was warming up nicely with not even a hint of a chill.

“Is everything OK miss?”

Megan couldn’t reply at the moment, instead riding a wave of desperation that made rational thought impossible. Her whole existence now revolved around her trembling, aching bladder, and she could think of nothing but finally allowing the sweet hot urine to spurt from her body. The wave kept building before finally washing over her, and no amount of wriggling could help her. Without the force of her fingers to hold it back, and for a brief second only, her pee hole was forced open as a spurt of urine shot from her, sizzling into her knickers before petering off as she tried valiantly to clench down and stop the flow. Gasping loudly, she looked down at herself in horror, but took comfort from the fact that there was no visible evidence of what had just happened. Her knickers felt warm and clung to her folds as the desperation slowly receded a fraction, the threat of completely losing all control waning. She felt for sure the next surge would break her internal dam completely, and silently pleaded for the police officer to just go away and leave them alone.

“Miss, is everything OK?” Jeremy repeated, an element of genuine concern creeping into his voice.

“I’m OK” was all Megan could manage. Her pelvic floor muscles were so tightly clenched, a warm fuzzy sensation was spreading through her sex and up into her brimming, but still filling bladder.

Jeremy hadn’t encountered a situation like this before. His police training had seriously been lacking in the art of reading women, but he did have enough experience to know that the simple phrase I’m OK almost always meant something was seriously wrong. Megan was looking shifty, and there was clearly something she was hiding. Various scenarios cycled through his simple mind. Was she on drugs? Had she been abducted and was being held against her will? Both seemed unlikely. He stood up straight and scratched his chin, wondering whether to just leave it and walk away.

Apparently coming to a decision, Jeremy said “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car and wait on the grass verge.” He just couldn’t let it go, his conscience simply wouldn’t let him. He would run a cross check of the number plates and see if that turned anything up.

Both girls were shocked by Jeremy’s sudden turnaround. “I thought you were letting us go with a caution?” Sarah braved, hoping she wasn’t making the situation worse.

“Please do as I ask, if everything checks out I won’t detain you for long”.

Megan was distraught. How had she gone from the verge of relief to the prospect of being forced to wet herself at the side of a busy road? While Jeremy made his way back to the patrol car, Sarah jumped out and made her way round to Megan’s door, opening it for her from the outside. She could tell that Megan was truly bursting, and felt a little guilty that she had put her in this situation. However, guilt aside, it was turning her on more than mere words could ever describe. She ached, desperate to satiate the incessant throbbing of her slickening vagina.

Megan gently swung her legs around, trying to keep them together as much as possible. Now out of sight of the police officer, she made no hesitation in grabbing herself, pinching and kneading her lips through her leggings as if she was rolling bread dough. Her fingers worked furiously as she tried to take the pressure from her weakening muscles, and it seemed to be working, for now at least. The crotch of her leggings felt wet, but the material didn’t show it.

“I’m sorry sweetheart” Sarah whispered, “I know you need a wee, but try and hold it for me.”

But it’s going to bust out at any moment!

Megan glared at her. “I’ll try … for you”, she said sweetly. Sarah reached out for her hand, and reluctantly Megan once again released hold of herself and took it. Sarah instantly felt the slickness of Megan’s fingers and looked at her inquisitively.

“Have you peed on my seat?”

“I’m sorry … only a little bit.” Megan looked down, avoiding Sarah’s stern gaze.

Unable to tense her stomach without jetting more pee into her knickers, she instead let Sarah pull her up and out. Sarah looked at the seat, delighted to see a small rivulet of wee dripping along the seam. Sarah pushed the door closed behind her and held her hand tightly, leading her onto the grass embankment. Megan couldn’t stand straight, instead walking with a slight bend at the waist. Free hand with clenched fist, she hobbled after her, unable to comfortably keep pace.

While Jeremy waited for the results of the plate search, he watched the 2 girls intently. The brunette was still looking odd, not so much walking as hobbling, and almost being pulled along by the blonde. He studied Megan more closely. In the bright daylight, she was stunningly beautiful. The sort of girl you wouldn’t mind taking home to meet your mother. Sweet, innocent and totally intoxicating. Her slightly curled hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders as it blew gently in the breeze, the bright sunlight reflecting a slightly red hue amidst the dominant brown colour. His computer pinged to indicate the results of the search. He looked them over, disappointed to find nothing out of the ordinary, and got out of the car.

Sarah watched as the police officer strode towards them. Megan was still squeezing her hand, harder than was comfortable, and had remained in a hunched forward position, staring at the ground. She felt on the brink again, and closed her eyes in a silent prayer to a god that she didn’t believe in. Anything was worth a try. Her knickers were turning cold and she felt a chill as the breeze brushed gently around her.

Before Jeremy had even reached them, Megan let out a despairing sob, her wee right on the edge of control again. Jeremy stopped, seeing she was clearly upset.

“Miss, if something is wrong, I’d like you to tell me what it is”

Megan felt a surge of anger, something so out of character it shocked even her. Without thinking, she stood up straight, ready to tell Jeremy exactly what she thought of him. As her bladder pushed hard, she knew her mistake and doubled forward fully, instinctively clasping her already wet fanny with all her strength. All decorum falling by the wayside, she panted a barely audible sentence that Jeremy knew would stay with him for the rest of his life.

“I need a wee you moron, and if you don’t let us go, right now, it’s going to explode out into my knickers!”

Jeremy stood stock still, expressionless, before turning around. He said nothing, the power of speech having failed him. He got into his car and drove away, replaying that sentence over and over in his mind. When he got home, a cold shower would certainly be in order.

The girls made their way back to the car, also in silence. Instantly, Megan reached for the bottle and slipped down her leggings and underwear. Sarah saw the wet streak on the crotch of her panties, and knew the time had come for absolute honesty. It was the only way to prolong the moment. Now totally alone, Sarah reached over and took the bottle from Megan, and said “I think there’s something I need to tell you about myself”.

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OMG ! What else can i say ? So hot, so perfect, so.... OMG !

i am eagerly anticipating Sarah's disclosure.... oh, yes.

These two are made for one another, i am positive of that !

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