Creative Fiction: Aubrey's Accident

 

Name:  Aubrey Gray

Age:  32

Location:  N. Carolina

Background:  Aubrey was on her way to Kroger when she decided to stop at Dutch Bros for a large coffee to perk her up.  It was the weekend and she was still slightly hung over from the big game celebration the night before.  She sat in her car listening to her favorite 2000s station while she downed the giant drink with an extra shot of espresso, finishing 3/4ths of it before heading inside the Walmart to pick up her groceries.  She would've had them delivered but last time they screwed up half her order.  The store layout was all wonky as they were doing some kind of renovation, throwing Aubrey off and making the whole saga take that much longer.  Thankfully the coffee was kicking in and the fog was lifting a bit.  She danced down the aisle to the upbeat '80s tune playing on the store's overhead speakers.

About halfway through her list, her bladder made its needs known.  Nope, not today Satan. Aubrey had always detested public bathrooms, and Walmart's were notoriously grody.  She picked up the pace but couldn't find the batteries or nasal spray which added an extra 10 minutes to her journey.  She located the nasal spray but could NOT find the batteries.  Should she track down someone and ask?  Maybe, but what if they were all the way across the store?  Her need wasn't urgent yet, maybe a 7 of 10, but the 5 p.m. lines were starting to form at the checkout counters.  Shit.  

She decided to forego the batteries and just check out now to beat the rush, but that coffee was creeping up faster than expected.  Maybe she would need to use the bathroom real fast.  She pulled her cart with her as far as she could, grabbed her purse and dashed toward the ladies' room only to see a big "Out of Order" sign on the door.  Fuck, seriously?  Was the whole store under construction at once?  She hoofed it back to the checkout line and danced in place the entire time as two ladies checked out before her.  By now it was obvious to others the state she was in but she didn't care.  She discreetly unbuttoned her top jeans button and did her best to focus on her breathing, clenching every muscle below the waist.  Finally her turn came.  She flung her items through the self-checkout at light speed and thankfully had no issues before rushing to the car, her legs clenched tightly together as she waddled toward the car.  

It was about 6 p.m.--dim but not dark by any means.  Aubrey unlocked the trunk of her SUV and began chucking her groceries in as fast as she could while openly holding her crotch.  Maybe letting a little leak go would relieve some pressure, she thought?  It wasn't so much a "thought" as an instinct at this point... a bladder reflex.  So she did.  The spurt lasted about 2 full seconds and boy, did it feel good.  So she squatted down low and let another go, this one longer.  She tried to spread her legs as wide as possible to minimize the damage, but it was harder to stop this time.  Now she was in a tough spot.  She didn't want to piss herself in the car, but there were people out here... 

She stood up and dumped the last of the groceries in the trunk and as she did, her bladder made the decision for her.  She let the cart roll away into the street and took cover behind her open car door, trying to make it look like she was searching for something inside the SUV as she absolutely flooded her light denim jeans.  She gasped as piss flooded down both legs with full force, splashing onto the pavement below.  "Shit-shit-shit!" she whispered to herself in a full panic, her stream nowhere near slowing.  

By the time she'd finished, her jeans were almost completely dark with piss.  She rifled through her console until she found an old jacket to sit on and quickly headed home, head hung in shame.  But boy, was the relief amazing.