A short and fairly lame story written by me. But possibly a situation that has occurred often if you think about it.
Bethany stood at the alter forcing a smile. Not because she had cold feet, but because she was in absolute agony. Why did she have to pick so many hymns and readings? As she stood like a pretty lemon in front of all those faces, she bit her lip as she tried desperately to hold what felt like gallons of pee from gushing out of her. She actually though that had this been any other situation, she would have just gone right there; soaking whatever panties or jeans she would be wearing. But no, not now and not here. The thought of wetting herself at the alter in front of all her family and friends was just definite; there was no way this was happening.
Unfortunately, there was no escape from the situation. She was there, she had to say her vows and walk down the aisle. She had to hold herself. She quickly brushed her hand where she thought her pussy was, but it was no good, as her big puffy dress stopped her from getting close. She rocked back and forth slightly, as the stillness was making her even more easy. She couldn’t even let a dribble go as she was wearing a mesh wedding thong, and it would quickly splatter noisily on the floor. Then she would be known as the girl who pissed her pants at the alter.
After she said her vows, she had to walk over to the register to sign her name. As she sat down at the seat, she lost control slightly, and her warm piss escaped her panties soaking the chair beneath her a little. When she stood up, the chair had a noticeable dark patch, but no one else seemed to notice.
When the final exit music came on, everyone clapped, and she took her husbands arm gingerly and walked very very slowly out of the hall. She was needed for photos next – but how the hell would she deal with that. She walked out of the church, and quickly let go of her other halfs arm. Confused, he tried to restrain her, but she had other plans. She couldn’t wait a minute longer, her pee was coming. She ran as fast as she could to the toilets – they were empty! But she quickly realised that she wouldn’t be able to get her dress off in time. In a split second, she crunched down, lifted her dress and let go as a torrent of piss streamed out of her pussy, through her thong and splattered onto the floor. Her legs, ass and panties were soaked, but she didn’t care. No one would see that, although she would have to wear her wet thong for the rest of the day. The thought sort of turned her on. I wonder how long I will last until next time she thought.