Dixie steps out of the shower, her hair is up and she's naked. She towels herself off and stands dry and naked as she looks herself over. She undoes her bun and plays with her hair as she lets it fall. Suddenly though she gets a c*ll, it’s from her girlfriend who has talked her into breaking into a house whose wealthy owners have gone away on vacation.

“Hello? I’m just getting out of the shower right now.” She says as she checks herself out in the mirror. “I haven’t even had a chance to get dressed yet. Well I don’t think there’s a standard for ‘clothes you wear to commit a crime’.” She sighs and rolls her eyes as she says, “I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into something this st*pid.”
“No, I’m still in. After all it’s only *llegal if you get caught right?” She waits a l*ttle bit more for her girlfriend to reply. “Of course I’m nervous, I don’t want to go to jail.” Another pause, “Okay. I’ll be ready in a few minutes, be ready to pick me up and keep driving. I’ll let you know when I’m done. Okay?”
“Well I’m sure I can find someway to celebrate, after all we’re going to be a couple million bucks richer when we pull this off.” She says seductively. “Okay, I’ll be waiting for you. Mm-hmmm.” She says. “Okay *bl*ws kiss into the phone* Bye b*tch.”

She hangs up and begins to get dressed. She puts on her panties, pantyhose, gloves, leotard, boots, belt, and jacket. As she gets dressed she periodically drinks from the glass of water she has nearby. Her nerves are drying her mouth. She polishes off her water before she gives a naughty yet sexy smile in the mirror before putting her mask on. She turns around to leave but stops briefly to put her hand on her crotch already having a tingling sensation like she needs to p*e. She manages to stave it off and leaves the room.

She enters the house that she’s breaking into through the front door. She’s surprised that there is no alarm system. She presses on through the house, every so often she’ll have to stop and bounce a l*ttle bit to fight her urge to p*e. After concluding the house is empty she takes her mask off and stuffs it into one of her pockets, and unzips her jacket as it’s quite warm. She makes her way towards the basement, enters and makes her way down the stairs. Her score is supposed to be down in the basement. She takes her jacket off, sets it on the basement stairs and begins searching, while periodically continuing her p*e dance.

Suddenly, she hears the basement door slam. She’s trapped! She hurries upstairs and tries to the door open but she can’t. It feels like something is holding it shut. She tries other methods of trying to escape but they all prove futile. She calls her girlfriend who has had to drive away because she saw a couple of police cars patrolling the area and will be back when she’s sure they’ve gone, but it will be a while.

Dixie is scared now. Scared of getting caught by the police, scared of being trapped in a stranger’s basement, scared of the person coming home, and her fear and adrenaline only make her desperation worse. Dixie is on the verge of tears as she frantically crosses her legs, grabs her crotch and bounces up and down. She lightly sobs as she tries to undress herself but can’t.

Dixie then gives up. With a tear running down her cheek, she finds a corner of the basement. She squats down and she wets herself with her p*e quickly soaking through her panties, pantyhose and leotard and waterfalling from her crotch onto the floor. She p*es for a bit before she says to herself “Oh, stop, stop, stop!” she’s able to stop herself with some struggle. She stands up, p*e is dripping down her pantyhose legs as she examines her wet leotard-clad *ss and crotch trying to assess the d*mage.

She decides to try for the door one more time. This time now that she is not quite so desperate, she puts her shoulder into it and all her weight against the door and it works and she is able to open it and get out of the basement. She grabs her jacket and sets it on a table before heading off to the bathroom. She still is quite desperate and needs to p*e so badly. She doesn’t even bother with trying to undress herself as she sits down on the toilet fully-clothed, and p*es in her leotard, panties, and pantyhose. She sighs a heavy relief and slightly giggles in humiliation thinking herself a silly girl. Once she’s finished she needs to build up the nerve to try and get out, but she needs a bit of stress relief. Fortunately her humiliation at wetting herself has sort of aroused her. She spreads her legs on the toilet and tenderly strokes her wet crotch with a gloved hand.Her tender strokes become more passionate as she rubs her sopping crotch with one hand and cups her breast with the other. She m*sturbates herself to a powerful, yet quiet stress-relieving *rgasm as she c*ms in her wet clothes. She breathes heavily, basking in her afterglow before p*eing a l*ttle bit more in her costume. She doesn’t even bother to try and dry herself, she stands up, grabs her jacket and walks to the front door in her wet *ss and crotch clothes. Dixie puts her jacket and mask on and walks out the front door.

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