Last night a slender fair-haired girl in designer jeans and one hand holding her crotch, stepped carefully into the alley below my station, looked around, then started to slip her jeans down. She obviously could no longer hold her pee. Then the creep came. I saw him sneak after her, keeping close and peeking around the back. This jerk was reaching into his pants, and as the girl had pulled her zipper down he came at her.

I jumped down the stairs and out the side door in about twelve seconds. She was doubling up trying to close the zipper even as he pushed her against the wall with one hand, the other hidden. I'm not a big guy but I wear a cap, a blue shirt and a badge, and coming from the dark doorway I obviously looked frightening enough. Trying desperately to tuck himself in he sprinted off.

I turned to the girl. She was clutching the waistband of her half-open jeans, crying and trembling, and there was a very obvious wet patch between her legs. I kept my distance, letting her see my official-looking garments. Her crying turned to small sobs and she managed to button her very tight jeans even though her crossed legs were still shaking.

-He's gone, I said. -You okay?

She nodded. -He scared me, she whimpered. -He scared me so I wet my pants. God, I still have to pee so bad. She held one hand between her thighs and rocked on her feet.

-If you want you can use the loo inside, I said. -It's against regulations, but I guess this is an emergency.

-Oh, could I?

-Come on. I held the door for her, and she stepped in, still holding herself. I couldn't help it, I was looking at her cute little butt and visible pink thong as she walked shakily in front of me. -To the left here.

We reached the restrooms and I pointed to the ladies'. She looked at me. -I'm still scared. Will you come in with me?

I swallowed and nodded okay. For the first time in my life I entered the girls' room, in the company of a very cute, very shaken and quite wet girl. She didn't close the door to her cubicle, but maintained eye contact as she wriggled down her jeans and panties and sank down on the toilet. She sighed as a tremendous stream gushed from between her partially open legs and I noticed the shock start to wear off her face. As she lifted her butt to wipe she actually smiled, a shy, embarrassed smile that went to my heart.

She pulled up her thong and then looked down at her soiled jeans. -God, I can't go home like this! What shall I do?

-There is a hair drier by the sinks, I said. -Could you use that?

She smiled. -You're smart. She pulled her jeans off and went to fetch the drier. Lovely butt!

-Let's go and sit somewhere more comfortable, I suggested. -There is a reception area down the corridor.

She unplugged the drier and walked barefoot along the hall. I pointed to a wall outlet and she plugged in before sitting down opposite each other. I couldn't help glancing at the moist spot between her legs; she sat with her knees apart, busy drying her jeans.

She looked at me with a soft smile. -You have saved my life, she said. -Twice, first from that creep, and then from the wrath of my mom. I wasn't supposed to be out tonight. I had a couple of beers and she would have skinned me if I came home with wet jeans.

-Strict lady?

-You bet.

-How old are you?

-Eighteen.

I wished I were twenty years younger. She inspected her work, the pee stain was fading and she smiled warmly. She stood up - long legs, slim hips, narrow waist, small breasts under her tight short sweater, and a dark stain on her pink panties. She looked down at herself. -Oh well, she said, and took them off.

I tried desperately to keep my eyes away. She pulled on her jeans, zipped up and buttoned. -Look! It's dry now, isn't it? She turned and stuck her lovely rounded butt out. I looked as hard as I could, but there was no stain to be seen. She sat down again. -Do you think I could have a glass of water, and maybe sit here until the beer wears off?

-Of course. I fetched some from the cooler and gave it to her. She smiled gratefully at me and told me this was not the first time she had gotten so scared she peed herself. Once her mom nearly hit a deer while driving, and the sudden shock had made her wet her panties and skirt. Her mom had been angry, maybe because she herself had been frightened. And there was the embarrassing incident on the roller coaster. She sat relaxed on the couch, legs slightly apart, flat belly showing. I kept thinking of what was underneath the skin-tight denim and the wet stain I had seen. After finishing the water and getting a refill she rose. -I think I'd better go now. Maybe I could use the bathroom again?

She looked expectantly at me so I joined her. Again she chose not to close the door, and she kept talking to me while she wriggled her jeans down making no attempt to hide her clean shaven pussy, and sat. She was talking so eagerly as she again let out a strong forcefull stream, but this time forgetting to wipe as she just rose and pulled up her jeans. She paused in mid-sentence and giggled. -The last drop went in my jeans, she said, -but never mind. Thanks for helping me!

I took her to the door. -Your panties, I said.

-Oh. You can keep them.