Gotta Go Right Now

Gotta Go Right Now


There has been a commercial on television for some pill that will control your bladder. It has this stupid little jingle that I can’t get out of my head because my teenage daughter sings it every time that she has to pee. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now!”

Cassandra is almost fifteen years old. She is as cute as any of her girlfriends are. She has brown hair that hangs to her breasts in the front. She is just about perfect. However once every couple of months or so she seems to have an accident and pisses herself.

She was in the van with me one day as we pulled into the K-Mart parking lot. Cassandra started singing “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now!” She managed to get out of the van but then peed her pants getting everything wet in the process including her T-shirt, panties, and shoes too. She was an absolute mess. I carry plastic bags so that she can sit in my van and I can get her home again.

However this particular day we were on our way to meet her mother for lunch at The Olive Garden. We didn’t have much time to spare. Cassandra asked me to buy her a new outfit that she could wear to the restaurant. At Cassandra’s suggestion I removed my tie and dress shirt. Luckily I had an undershirt on that day. Cassandra got back in the van, which had darkened windows for some privacy. Then Cassandra told me to stare out the front window so that she could change.

Well I simply turned my head forwards and looked in the rear view mirror. I could plainly see Cassandra in the back seat undressing. She removed everything until she was completely naked and tried to dry herself off with the dry part of her T-shirt. Then she put on my shirt and buttoned most of it. She found a pair of flip-flops under the seat and was ready to go in the store and shop for a new outfit.

As we walked in I could not get the image of her nice firm breasts out of my head. I had even seen her fur covered pussy and her nice tight ass as she moved around and got dressed. As we shopped I also got to peek into my dress shirt occasionally and see her breasts again.

Cassandra picked out a mini skirt, lacy blouse, and a pair of sexy thong panties. When I suggested that she buy a bra too she just laughed at me. I asked her if she wanted to change in the lady’s room before going to the van. Her reply shocked me. She said that if she changed in the store restroom that I wouldn’t get to see her naked again. She knew!

On the way to the van Cassandra suggested that I just turn around and watch her instead of squinting into the tiny rear view mirror. Wow! Okay! So once in the van Cassandra undressed as I watched her. She was not the least bit concerned with anyone else seeing her either.