The Train Wetter

The Train Wetting

Then, an idea struck her.

"There are no people back here, the lights are out, and we're in a tunnel." She speculated, "So I can do anything back here and no one can see me."

So, she stood up and rushed to take off her skirt. Once it was off Cassandra could see her stomach bulging, she pulled her panties down carefully, and noted that they were soaked, she also noticed two different smells, but Cassandra didn't have time to think about it. She quickly sat her unprotected, jiggly, slightly damp, ass on the seat, and relaxed her muscles. Immediately piss shot out of her pussy like a waterfall. She piss-gasmed, as she felt he urine slowly soak into the fabric, then start pooling around her hot pillowy ass. She peed and peed and peed for 45 seconds, completely soaking the seat, drenching her ass, and making a huge puddle on the ground.

With her bladder near empty, she realized she had a new urge, a need she didn't quite understand. Cassandra thought back to when she took her panties off and realized the seconds' smell. It was her special scent, a smell that was special to every woman. Her pussy's juice. Cassandra didn't know why her panties were soaked with piss AND juices, but they were, and it was something she didn't want to ignore.

She stood up, took her panties and skirt all the way off, unbuttoned her shirt, and let them drop to the floor. After that, she sat on the seat, resoaking her buttocks. She reached her right hand down to her pussy, stroking her clit, and bringing her left hand up to her tits. Pulling one tit into her mouth, sucking on it, and playing with her other nipple. Quickly, she started moaning, muffled by her large tit, filling her mouth. With her right hand she started fingering herself, one finger, two, then three. Her hand moved faster and faster, her left hand now rubbing her clit, sucking forcefully on her nipple. At the same time, she started peeing once again, milk shot out of her tit into her mouth, and she came. Pussy juices and piss flooded her seat, covering her hand, and milk filling her mouth. She tried to keep up swallowing, but soon milk started coming out of her mouth too. Slowly, her piss stream died down, her milk stopped flowing, and she came out of the daze she was in.

She still couldn't see, but could feel milk covering her chest, her hands covered in hot liquids. Swallowing one final time, she licked and sucked her fingers clean, enjoying the salty piss, and syrupy sweet juices, then reached into her bad of Ex Machina, and pulled out a roll of toilet paper. Slowly, she cleaned herself up, first wiping the milk off of her tits, making sure to get down in the canyon of cleavage between her 6HH breasts. Then, she stood up, wiping her creamy thighs, smooth flawless back, and cushion like cheeks, and the volcano that lay dormant in them, having recently erupted, releasing all liquids inside, and her V shaped face, still containing a slight O face. Finally, she slid her somewhat dried panties, still strongly smelling of pussy juice, but the smell of piss was gone, pulled her up her skirt, struggling to get it over her round booty, and donned her shirt, re-buttoning it, but feeling naughty, she left the top two buttons undone, wanting everyone to see even more cleavage. 

Throwing the roll of toilet paper in her bag, she walked over to the door, looked back, and at that moment the lights went back on.

"Haha, that's lucky, it's almost like a writer wanted a reason for the story to progress, but that would be crazy," she said stupidly to herself. "Hey! Don't call me stupid!"

Anyways, she looked back at the mess she made, noticing the once light gray seat was now a deep black. She could smell the stench of urine from across the cabin. Cassandra turned, walked through the door into the next cabin, took a seat, and thought about what she did until they arrived at the station. When she got off, she could hear someone yell, "Ewwwww!" and blushed, as she walked to her boyfriends house, no one ever knowing it was her who would soon be known on the news as, The Train Wetter!