Ashley's Accidents

Chapter 8

- Emma's POV -

What the fuck? Is Ash okay? Am i okay? What was that?
I don't know what came over me.. clearly Ash has had a rough time today and i should be there for her whether she wants to talk about it or not, but thats going to he difficult whilst i feel this way.
Something about the whole scene took my breath away as i took in what i was seeing, the way she was positioned, trying to clean herself up after what was evidently a mortifying accident was so.. intriguing?
This urge came over me to kiss her, there was a heat in my lower stomach that i never could've imagined feeling at such a sight, and yet there i was, shoving her against the basin and trying to grab her shit filled panties as i made out with her. Shit. Filled. Underwear. I should be disgusted with her, with myself, and yet i just can't bring myself to be.

I don't see Ash again for a few hours, i take a long slow walk through the neighbourhood to give her some space after my outburst while i try and work out how i'm feeling.
When i get home she's sat on the couch with tears in her eyes and i immediately feel awful, i shouldn't have left her there like that, clearly she'd been sat there waiting for me and i just left her there thinking she must have done something wrong, upset me perhaps?

"Baby" i say as i open my arms for her, getting up from her seat she runs into my arms and sobs while i apologise profusely. "No Em, i'm sorry, it's your first day back and i ruined everything, i don't know what happened."
I spend the next couple of hours consoling her before eventually coaxing her into bed. She seems nervous to be in bed with me but i brush it off as lingering embarrassment from earlier.
She finally falls asleep however it doesn't come as easily to me, i lay there awake in the dark staring at the ceiling and replaying today's events over and over in my mind until that feeling in my stomach is too much and i can't bare it any longer.

I slowly sneak out of bed and creep into the bathroom, and before i can even think things through, i'm stood in the tub with my legs spread slightly apart. I take a moment to wonder what the hell i'm doing but that quick moment of clarity is swiftly taken over by the image of Ash hopelessly peeing herself sat next to me in the car.
I take a deep breath and try to relax, i've never done anything like this before, but i think i had subconsciously decided what i was going to do earlier on this evening as i haven't used the restroom once since i got off my flight.
I glance across the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror and this feeling of relief washed over me, i'm initially shocked at how close the feeling actually is to an orgasm. My eyes are glued to my crotch in the mirror and as i stare i see the light grey of my panties becoming several shades darker.
The darkness spreads up to the waist band and i can feel it creeping up my butt slowly as well. I started this whole thing having some form of control, i only let the liquid trickle out of me slowly so i could watch every drop of it, however it came pouring out of me faster and faster and there was nothing i could do to control it, it felt so so so fucking good.
I imagine myself having a true accident, closing my eyes and imagining i'm walking down the street desperately trying to make it home in time without losing control before my body gives up my fight for me and i continue to walk faster and faster while the back of my jeans grow darker and i leave a trailed of liquid behind me and.. oh.. my.. god..
The feeling pulses through me as i gasp shakily, sliding down the wall into the tub as i feel the the waves of pleasure roll through me.

Five minutes later the whole situation hits me, i, a 22 year old woman, am sat in soaking wet panties in a puddle of my own piss that hadn't all run down the drain, coming down from one of the best orgasms of my life. What on earth is wrong with me? Why am i doing this now? And why do i seem to think its okay to sexualise what was probably one of the most humiliating days of my Ash's life?

Slowly stepping out of my underwear i turn the overhead shower on and wash all traces of my momentary lapse of judgement off of my body and the tub and then silently make my way back to bed, i glance at Ash who is still fast asleep and feel so guilty about what i just did, and yet as i lie there next to her eventually falling into my own unconsciousness, the only thing i have on my mind is the filthy act i just carried out only metres away from her.