Claire was on her second beer when she looked at the time. Her bus was leaving in ten minutes. She had been distracted by the handsome man who sat down next to her at the bar across the street from the station. She chugged the rest of her beer and excused herself, grabbing her purse and running out the door. The bus was about to leave when she got there. The driver frowned as he let her in, shaking his head.

The bus was mostly empty. Claire took a seat near the back. The first stop was over an hour away. Ten minutes into the ride Claire had to pee. The urge continued to grow. She squeezed her legs together trying to hold it in, but it was a losing battle. She squirmed in her seat and pressed her hand against her pussy, hoping that would work. It didn’t.

The first gush soaked through her panties before she managed to squeeze it back and stop the flow. Claire continued to fight the urge which grew stronger and stronger as the minutes ticked away. Another gush soaked through her jeans and over her fingers. The bus hit a bump causing Claire to lurch forward. The muscles in her bladder gave way as she caught herself on the seat in front of her. The relief was so satisfying that Claire didn’t try to suppress it. 

Pee streamed through her jeans and flooded her seat until it was running over the edge and dripping onto the floor. It soaked into the backs of her thighs and dribbled down her calves into her socks and shoes. It slowed to a trickle. Claire squeezed until it stopped but not before her jeans were completely soaked.

Fortunately no one was sitting beside her, but the puddle on the floor had seeped under the seat in front of her. She was able to clean it up with a newspaper before anyone noticed. Claire stayed on the bus at the next stop, embarrassed by what she had done. By the time she arrived at her destination, her jeans had mostly dried. She reeked of pee when she hopped into the Uber. The driver never said anything as he took her back to her apartment.

It happened again a week later. Claire was on her way home from work. Traffic was barely moving and she had to pee. She remembered how good it had felt to let go on the bus, how she had enjoyed the warmth of pee soaking into her jeans and panties and running down her legs. Claire could probably hold it until the next exit, but why? She was by herself in a car. 

Claire was wearing a skirt and panties. She slipped a hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. A small trickle of pee soaked the crotch of her panties and dribbled down the crack of her ass. The warm liquid seeped over the nub of her asshole, sending shivers of excitement through her body. Another more powerful gush flowed through her panties and over her fingers.

Claire felt the pee soaking into the back of her skirt. If she let out more she would ruin the seat. She reached an exit and pulled into a strip mall, parking between two large trucks. Stepping out of the car, Claire looked around to make sure no one could see her. She slipped a hand under her skirt and between her legs, then relaxed and opened her bladder.

Hot pee sprayed through her panties and between her fingers. It splattered onto the pavement below and streamed down her legs into her shoes. As it slowed to a trickle, Claire pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. She found her swollen clit and rubbed. The orgasm hit hard. Claire squealed. Her body shuddered. Moments later, a man climbed out of the truck next to her. He had watched the whole thing. A feeling of excitement pulsed through her pussy. She had enjoyed being watched.

Later that evening, Claire stood in front of a mirror wearing a pair of tight gray leggings and a braless top cut just above the bellybutton. Two hard nipples poked out from her small, but nicely shaped tits. She smiled at the pretty blonde looking back at her, then slipped a hand between her legs and pressed it against her swollen pussy.

“Can you keep a secret?” Claire asked the girl looking back at her. “I like to pee in my pants and panties. It makes me feel naughty and gets me excited. Do you want to watch?”

A look of relief showed on her face as a stream of pee soaked into her leggings and trickled through her fingers. Claire watched the wet spot expand down her thighs to her knees. She pulled her hand away and continued to pee. It flowed through her leggings, falling onto the wooden floor like yellow rain. More ran down her legs and into her sneakers. 

Claire shoved a hand down the front of her leggings and into her panties. Pee was still flowing out of her pussy when she shoved two fingers up her cunt, fucking them in and out. It finally slowed to a trickle. She moved her fingers to her clit and rubbed. An explosion began deep in her belly and gushed out through her pussy. Cunt juice, mixed with pee, soaked into her leggings. Claire pulled her hand out and sucked her fingers into her mouth.

The next morning she was in the kitchen fixing herself breakfast and had to pee. She let it out a little at a time, soaking her cutoffs. A stream of yellow dribbled down her legs. Claire sat on the counter and let go. A puddle formed underneath her. It spread across the countertop and dripped onto the floor. She ripped off her t-shirt and hopped down, bending over to rub her naked tits through the pee. She slid a hand into her panties and rubbed her pussy to orgasm.

Over the next few weeks, her peeing fetish became more addictive. At work, she would sit on the toilet in her panties and pee through them, then masturbate. She always had an extra pair of clean ones in her purse. She often wore skirts so she could trickle pee through her panties and let it run down her legs. She loved doing it in public places like Walmart or Costco, leaving a puddle on the floor.

Claire became more experimental. One day she stood barefoot in the kitchen wearing a short skirt and white blouse with no bra. She squeezed her thighs together and let a trickle of warm pee soak through her panties and run down her legs until she was standing in a small puddle. Claire sat in it and spread her legs. She pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and watched a small spurt shoot out from her pussy and splash onto the floor. Her bladder was far from empty.

Claire rolled onto her back and drew her knees to her shoulders. Still holding the crotch of her panties to the side she let the flow of pee resume. A stream of hot yellow liquid shot out from her pussy, arched into the air and soaked her white blouse. She pulled her legs back further. The golden stream splattered across her face and landed in her hair. She moved it back to her blouse, thoroughly soaking it until her naked tits were exposed through the wet material.

As soon as she touched her clit Claire’s body shook with a mind blowing orgasm. She rolled onto her stomach sliding through the pee soaked floor and rubbed her pussy to another orgasm. Reaching behind her, Claire slid a finger into her ass and continued to rub her pussy and clit. A third orgasm had her screaming and shaking.

Claire discovered several internet sites devoted to the subject of peeing. At first, she just read the posts and looked at the pictures and videos. As she became more comfortable, she shared some of her experiences and posted pictures and videos of herself, being careful not to expose her face. She got off on all the comments. She also received a lot of requests to chat, mostly from creeps. 

Then she found ‘SquirtGun’ and everything changed.