I'm wearing my favorite pair of white jeans, the ones that hug my curves in all the right places. But as the day wears on, I start to feel that familiar pressure in my bladder.I try to ignore it, not wanting to ruin these perfect jeans. But the urge becomes too strong to bear. I find a secluded spot and quickly unbutton and unzip my jeans, exposing my bare pussy. Istart to piss, the warm liquid flowing freely, soaking through the white fabric. The yellow stain spreads rapidly, covering the front of my jeans completely. I continue to pee, watching as the wetness spreads to my thighs and ass. By the time I'm finished, my jeans are drenched, clinging to my skin.I button them back up, feeling the cold, wet fabric against my pussy.The desperation is gone, replaced by a perverse sense of satisfaction.
