My driver picks me up from the hour where I've had several and I had no time to go to the bathroom before I left. I get into the backseat and we begin the long, long ride to the reception. Eventually we hit traffic and I am getting desperate to pee and very anxious to get to a rest stop so I can pee. I cross and uncross my legs hoping this will help my anxiety over the possibility of wetting myself in the backseat. The driver tells me the nearest rest stop is thirty miles away and I squirm and wiggle fidgeting and tapping my feet trying hard to hold it in. My desperation escalates as each m...

My driver picks me up from the hour where I've had several and I had no time to go to the bathroom before I left. I get into the backseat and we begin the long, long ride to the reception. Eventually we hit traffic and I am getting desperate to pee and very anxious to get to a rest stop so I can pee. I cross and uncross my legs hoping this will help my anxiety over the possibility of wetting myself in the backseat. The driver tells me the nearest rest stop is thirty miles away and I squirm and wiggle fidgeting and tapping my feet trying hard to hold it in. My desperation escalates as each minutes passes and finally I can't bear it any longer. I beg the driver to just pull over. Anywhere!! Just do it now I demand. I practically leap out of the car and pee myself standing on the side of the road at the door of the car. My beautiful dress is soaked with pee. The pee runs down my pantyhose and into my shoes. I am so embarrassed and humiliated by wetting myself that I start to cry.