“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

The traffic ahead went as far as the eye could see. They’d been at a complete standstill for at least ten minutes already. Alexei looked at his girlfriend Cora in the passenger seat. His usually very cheerful and loving girl had a tense expression he’d never seen on her before.

“I don’t know,” he answered slowly. “Is everything okay, Cora?”

She shot him a quick glare. “Yeah, yeah, I just um…I have to use the restroom.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier, sweetheart?” he asked. The poor thing. He hated the wondered of her being uncomfortable. He looked in the backseat. “I don’t know if I have anything for you to go in, unfortunately. There’s a towel in the trunk. I could probably-“

“No, no, it’s okay,” she waved him off. “I’ll be okay as long as we start moving in a minute.

“Okay…” he answered uncertainly.

Five minutes later, they had yet to move, and Cora was squirming now, her hand jammed between her legs. He would have been aroused by the thought of her touching herself, but he knew how uncomfortable she was.

“I don’t think I can hold it, Alexei,” she whined. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll get that towel-” just as he went to get out, the car in front of them started inching forward. “Fuck, sorry baby, just hold it a few more minutes, and I’ll pull over as soon as I can.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she sobbed. “It’s gonna come out!”

“Shhh, don’t cry, baby, it’s okay,” he soothed. She only cried harder. “It’s okay if you have an accident. I’ll help you clean up if you do, just like you helped me, remember?” He certainly remembered. The humiliating feeling of losing control of his bodily functions. The hot squish of mushy waste in his underwear. Cora had been such an angel, helping him clean up, helping him feel less embarrassed.

“I don’t want to pee all over your car!”

“It’s just a car. I’ll clean it.”

She let out a yelp and jammed her fist harder between her legs.

“Is it happening? Are you having an accident?” he asked. He was weirdly excited by the idea. Though his cock stirred a bit, he mostly just wanted her to have relief. She’d be so much more comfortable if she just peed.

“I stopped it, but I- oh! Oh no!” She looked around in a panic before finally unbuckling her seatbelt and sliding onto the floor in front of her seat in a squat. He heard a steady pitter patter on the weather tech floor mat. He let out an exhale. She was peeing.

She wept bitterly as she peed. “It’s okay, baby,” he soothed. “You held it as best you could. Accidents happen. You’ll feel so much better now.”

Finally, her stream came to a stop. Traffic had picked up and they’d just gone past the accident that had caused it. While he had his own poor little accident victim crying in shame on the floor of his car.

There was a rest stop ahead, and he pulled in and went to the most isolated parking spot he could find. He got out and went around to the passenger side. The mat was filled with about an inch of standing urine. It was hard to imagine that this petite little woman could hold so much liquid inside. No wonder she’d had an accident. He helped her out of the car and pulled her into a hug before he did anything else. Her light wash skinny jeans were saturated, the crotch and butt shining and heavy with wetness. He opened the back door so that she could hide her accident from any possible onlookers. Very carefully, he pulled the mat out and dumped it in the grass. He was thankful for the investment. Not that he would ever in a million years complain about cleaning up Cora’s accident, but it would have been quite a mess if all that urine had soaked directly into the seat or the floor.

When he was done with the mat, he went to the trunk and got out the infamous towel. He spread it out on the seat so that half would be on the seat under her bum, and the other half could be wrapped around to cover her front once she was out of her wet pants.

He turned to her to explain the set up and unbutton her pants and found her squirming uncomfortably, her chin wobbling again.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I need to go some more,” she whispered. “I- I’m not done. But I can not go in to go to the bathroom, someone will see me!”

He kissed her on the forehead. “Well, you already wet your pants. A little more won’t hurt.”

“What? No! I- I can wait till we get home.”

“We’re still an hour away from home, Cora. You can wait another hour?”

She gave him an anguished look before frowning in concentration. His gaze traveled to her crotch, where fresh tracks of urine spread down her legs. She’d been squatting for the first accident, so the pee was concentrated in the seat of her jeans. This second accident allowed for the nice visual of the spread of urine towards her knees- no, ankles- before trickling out of the bottom of her jeans. Her sandals were soaked already, so no big loss there.

“Okay, I’m done,” she said in a small voice.

“Are you sure? You don’t need to push out a little more?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then let’s get you out of these wet pants, hm? Poor baby.”

He unbuttoned her jeans and worked them and her soaked panties over her hips quickly, setting her bum down on the towel as soon as possible, minimizing the chance of someone seeing. He folded the other side of the towel over her bare lap and tucked it under her. He felt like fingering her to see if she was wet, but she still had tears in her eyes.

He took off her soggy sandals and yanked her soaked pants off over her feet, leaving them in a heap on the soiled floor mat.

He got back in the driver’s side and started off. He reached for her hand.

“Thank you for being so nice to me about my- my accident,” she mumbled.

“You don’t have to thank me. That’s what boyfriends are for. Besides, it’s the least I could do. You were so sweet to me about my accident that one time. And mine was much more disgusting.

“I didn’t mind,” she insisted. “It wasn’t disgusting to me.”

He couldn’t help himself. He tugged open the towel and stroked her between her legs. She gasped and moaned. She spent the next fifteen minutes stroking her to a slow orgasm. He was hard as a rock. It felt like it took a million years to get home, when in reality, it was only about 55 minutes. He pulled into his garage, closing the door behind them. He lifted his bottomless girlfriend out of the car, and bent her over the hood, thrusting into her tight, wet little pussy. He was more embarrassed than she had been over peeing herself when he only lasted about ten pumps before he pulled out and spurted all over her ass cheeks. He used the towel to clean her up and then carried her upstairs. He knew she must be desperate for a shower.

He’d come back to begin a load of laundry later.