All characters portrayed are above the age of 18 and are fictitious, although the settings are based around the locale of where I live in Oxfordshire, UK.
I am not a professional writer and am fully aware that my works may have several flaws, I just ask for consideration of this if you the reader wants to critique.
I never really plan stories, they evolve from an idea and I write as I think and often erase and redo sections or sit staring at the screen for hours.
1
Kate Adams sat in the back of one of her company cars with her eyes closed, she was tired from a day full of meetings in the City and was glad that the weekend had finally arrived. Shifting in her seat and opening her eyes as she heard the familiar crunch of tyres on the gravel driveway, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she just wanted to kick her heels off but more importantly she was desperate for the toilet. As the car came to a stop, she collected her briefcase and laptop as she waited for her driver to open the door for her.
"Thank you James." she said smiling at him as she alighted from the car, she didn't hang around as she made straight for the house.
James was a man of little words, with a brief smile and nod of the head before he got back into the car and set off down the driveway disappearing from view. Kate was desperate, it didn't help that she was wearing a pencil skirt and heels but she moved as fast as she could to get inside but she couldn't find her keys.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" speaking aloud through gritted teeth, fumbling for her keys. They fell to the floor.
"Oh good heavens please no." As she bent down to retrieve her keys it was too late, her bladder let go and she began wetting herself.
Kate was mortified at what was happening to her but the relief was amazing, at least it didn't happen in the car she thought positively. It was a strange sensation to her feeling her warm urine running down her legs whilst soaking her tights and panties, her skirt was soaked and even inside her heels. In her mind it was embarrassing and dirty, however her body reacted differently and she felt a little turned on by it and she made no attempt to get it over with as she now took her time. Kate closed her eyes, she could smell her urine mixed with her perfume and could hear the faint hiss and trickle slowing down. If she could have put her hand to her soaked pussy, she probably would have played with herself right there and then,
"Oh dear, look at the mess you made, you silly cow!" she muttered to herself as she stood up and inspected the ground beneath her.
She straightened her sodden skirt and took her heels off, stupidly standing in the puddle of her urine. All she could do was chuckle to herself though, she saw humour in most things and always one to laugh at herself. Looking around to see if anyone was looking, not that there would be as her home was fairly isolated out in the countryside but that didn't stop her regardless. Kate decided to strip off down to her underwear so she could ball up her skirt and tights in her blouse to avoid trailing urine through the house, she could feel the cold a lot more due to being wet and almost naked.
Dropping her bags in the hallway as she made her way to the kitchen to drop off her soiled clothing in the utility room adjacent, she decided to keep her panties on and made her way to the wine rack to open a bottle of red wine. Selecting a nice Chilean Malbec, she poured herself a large glass, inhaling its aroma before putting it to her lips and taking a large sip.
"So good!" she said out aloud before placing the glass down.
Kate thought back to her toilet accident moments before, still feeling a little mortified at what had happened but at the same time she recalled the strange feeling she had. She was horny, she placed both her hands on her breasts giving them a squeeze before running her right hand down her stomach to her wet panties. Pressing her fingers to her pussy through the delicate moist fabric, she began rubbing herself and could feel her clitoris becoming hard. Closing her eyes, in her mind she was reliving the feelings and emotions, the smell and sounds of her passing her urine. Rubbing more frantically she was already close to climax, she couldn't resist allowing herself to pee as she brought herself over the edge. It was not a lot but she could definitely feel the silky wetness in her pussy, her knees buckled and her body convulsed at the sheer power of her orgasm.
Kate was grinning to herself as she picked up her glass and emptied half its contents before picking up the bottle, making her way upstairs to her bedroom she caught sight of her reflection in the hall mirror.
"Dirty Girl!" she said to her reflection, she smiled and went upstairs to take a long bath before going to bed.
2
Kate woke up around 9am, she could hear loud music playing in the distance and the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through her bedroom door. She wondered which of her children were home but had a good feeling that it was likely to be her daughter Jess, as she had a far broader taste in music than her son Jack did. She only had the 2 children, 22 year old twins with Jess being minutes older than her brother Jack. She looked at photos of them as she stood in front of her full length mirror, she looked at the one of her late husband too and felt the familiar sadness come over her.
She wiped tears from her eyes and straightened herself, standing there naked looking at her 47 year old body. She still looked great for her age, although she carried a few extra pounds but her body was still as proportionate as it was when she was younger. Her left breast was ever so slightly larger than that of her right with small brown areolas and nice sized nipples, she ran her hands over them and gave them a squeeze and a wobble. She had a fairly narrow waist with rounded hips and her bottom was a little squidgy but still firm enough to keep a good shape, she squeezed her buttocks as she twisted her body in the mirror. She ran her hand over her mons and pushed her fingers through the thatch of dark brown pubic hair, twisting the hairs to a point before brushing it out back to normal.
As it was the weekend, she wasn't too concerned about minor things like hair growth, she had stubble on her underarms which didn't bother her nearly as much as it did others and what society deemed acceptable. It was her body, her choice, simple as that. Kate kissed her fingers and then touched them on her late husband's photo before looking at her children's photos, repeating the process. Picking up an oversized T shirt from the dresser, she threw it over her head and made her way downstairs, following the smells of breakfast that had her mouth salivating.
As she had expected, her daughter Jess was in the kitchen cooking, dancing on the spot using the spatula as a microphone as she gave her own rendition of "Dancing in the Moonlight'' by Toploader. Jess was wearing a grey tank top and yoga pants that accentuated her shapely legs, thighs and bottom, overall her daughter had a great body and she certainly looked after it.
On tippy toes, Kate crept up behind Jess and poised herself to startle her.
"What are you doing in my house?" she shouted as she tickled her daughter's sides.
"Oh my God, what is wrong with you?" she screamed as she almost jumped out of her skin. "Jesus Christ." spinning around on the spot laughing, she pleaded for it to stop.