Wetting in a truck

The sun was shining brightly, and the road ahead stretched endlessly as Sarah drove down the highway in her beat-up old pickup truck. She had been on the road for hours, her bladder full to bursting from all the coffee she’d drank at the last gas station. But there were no rest stops in sight, and she couldn’t hold it any longer.

With a mischievous smirk, Sarah glanced around to make sure no other cars were nearby. The coast was clear. She unzipped her jeans and slid one hand inside, stroking her clit through her soaked panties. A moan of relief escaped her lips as she finally let go, her warm piss flowing freely into her pants and soaking through the fabric.

The sensation was incredible – the wetness spreading, the bulge in her crotch growing as her bladder emptied. Sarah kept rubbing herself, her juices mixing with the pee in her panties. She could feel the damp denim clinging to her skin, cold against her pulsing pussy.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” she gasped, doubling over the steering wheel as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She pinched and tugged her puffy nipples, making her arch her back. Leaning forward, she slid her fingers under the elastic of her panties and plunged them deep into her dripping cunt.

Sarah was panting now, fucking herself hard with her hand as she sped dangerously down the highway. The wet spot on her jeans was spreading, and the driver’s seat was soaking wet under her bare ass. She didn’t care. All she could focus on was the intense pressure building inside her, the desperate need for release.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” Sarah cried out, slamming her feet down on the accelerator. The truck lurched forward and swerved into the breakdown lane. She could feel her pussy clenching around her fingers, ready to explode.

Then, with a guttural moan, Sarah came. Her entire body shuddered and convulsed as she squirted all over her jeans, the cum mixing with the piss already soaking through. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus on anything but the sheer bliss radiating through her veins.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah slumped against the steering wheel, gasping for air. She glanced down at herself – her jeans were completely drenched, dark stains clearly visible on the denim. Her pussy was still twitching, sensitive from her intense orgasm.

With shaking hands, Sarah zipped her jeans back up and tried to regain her composure. She knew she looked like a wreck, like she’d peed herself. But in that moment, she didn’t care at all. In fact, the idea of someone seeing her like this turned her on even more.

Smiling to herself, Sarah turned up the radio and drove on, hoping to pass a public rest stop soon. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to wait much longer before her next urge hit.