Jump to content
Existing user? Sign In

Sign In



Sign Up
  • entries
    2
  • comments
    0
  • views
    4,167

The Trip


1,580 views

Moving In (With Sophia)

Shannon’s plane rocked turbulently through the air of the dark, stormy night sky above New York. The loud speaker on the plane came to life; We’re currently experiencing some turbulence, Please keep your seatbelts on, expect touch down at Laguardia Airport in roughly twenty minutes. Shannon crossed her legs tightly, Great, twenty more minutes of hell. Shannon had had two bottles of water and a Venti Iced Coffee from Starbucks. She had slept for most of the few hour flight from Dallas to New York City. She woke up about fifteen minutes ago when she almost peed her pants. She had let out a large spurt in her pants and it had left a small but unnoticeable mark on her faded denim jeans. She leaned over the passenger beside her who still was asleep, looking at the overhead sign for the bathroom. The light was off. Now was a better time than ever. The last fifteen minutes she had been awake both lights for the two bathrooms had been on constantly, flipping on and off every two or so minutes.

Shannon undid her seat belt and got up, squeezing past the person sitting next to her, surprising not waking the woman up. Shannon stumbled in to the isle, almost falling down but quickly regaining her balance. Shit. There was a flight attendant walking directly towards her down the isle. Excuse me Mam She began, I’m sorry but you have to sit down, the seatbelt light is on. But I really have to use the bathroom Shannon protested, like a little girl to her mother. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to sit down. Fine Shannon said under her breath. She sat down, squeezing again past the woman sitting down next to her, the woman mumbling something intelligible in her sleep.

She had just been denied access the bathroom, despite her pleas and her aching bladder. Bitch. She released a spurt in to her pink cotton panties. Not one, or two but three, eventually turning in to six. She wasn’t going to hold on much longer. Her bladder burned trying to force the pee out of her suffering peehole. Then, by God’s grace, she heard the noise, the noise that saved her life. The beep that signaled the offing of the seatbelt light. Shannon burst up from her seat letting out another spurt in to her panties, almost losing control. She pushed through the persons legs, waking the woman up from her deep sleep. She didn’t care, it was her chance. She bolted towards the bathroom in the front of the plane’s cabin, almost knocking an elderly man to the ground. She finally reached the bathroom. The door was stuck, but the forced it open and locked it, the lights coming to life. Shannon didn’t even bother to put toilet paper down on the seat. She sat down and undid her belt. She grabbed her zipper and pulled down. But it didn’t budge. She tugged on it again. Nothing. She started to lose control, she could feel her pee shooting out. Just in time she pulled down and half peed through her damp pink panties. She peed for what seemed like a full eternity, which according to her Casio calculator watch was probably only around a minute, no more. She finished her long pee and got up, examining the damages done to her panties and jeans. Her panties were practically soaked, and her jeans a big dark patch on, but she was sure no one would notice. She wiped her bum, wiping the toilet seat off with the same piece of paper, and closing the lid, flushing the toilet. Shannon washed her hands, exiting the lavatory. As she exited, the man standing by the door waiting gave her a dirty look, probably noticing her pants, and entered the lavatory, shutting the door.

Shannon made one final squeeze past the woman, who was now wide awake and getting her bag together, sitting down. Hi, Shannon said, sorry if I awoke you before, I barely made it to the bathroom. I can see that the woman replied, obviously seeing her wet patch on the back of her jeans, which she probably got a face full of as Shannon went by. I’m Shannon by the way. I’m Julie, nice to meet you Shannon she replied. The loud speaker came back to life; Passengers, we are beginning our descent, please put your seat belts back on and prepare for a bumpy landing.

Where are you going to? Julie asked. New York, hehe, I’m going to my apartment at West 16th street Shannon replied. Nice, I was visiting my grandmother in North Dallas, I live on 24th street.

A few minutes later the plane landed and Shannon said her last goodbyes to Julie and left the plane. Shannon walked out in to the isle and took her bags from the overhead compartment. She glanced out the windows and could see the weather had not one bit let up. Shannon carried her bag to the front of the plane and got off it, traveling through the exit tunnel to the inside of the airport. She had never been to Laguardia before. Shannon took her bags to the nearest airport and grabbed another venti iced coffee, the needed fuel for the long trip to her new apartment. She paid the barista and took the coffee down and took her bags to the car pick up. She had had her car driven up a few days in advance so she wouldn’t have to rent a car until it arrived.

Shannon’s car was a 2010 Dodge Charger. For her, the charger was a perfect vehicle, a four door vehicle with a lot of power. She opened the door and loaded her bags in to the trunk and back seat. She nearly filled the car with all the stuff she took with her, the passenger seat was still the only free seat. Shannon got on the road, and made the trip to her house.

After all the stops and detours, she arrived at her apartment an hour shy of midnight. The street it was on looked nice. A few tall buildings in either direction, a hair dresser across from her apartment, which seemed to be in view of her 5th story window. She parked her car on the street and took herself up the elevator to the fifth floor. The apartment building had one to each floor, which was good so she just had to go straight to the elevator, and she could get down stairs to check the mail or whatever she happened to be needing to do, without the neighbors seeing her in her exposing black robe. Shannon almost hesitated, as she didn’t want to annoy her new roommate, Sophia. She had to live in an apartment with a roommate, one to guide her through her new life in the Big Apple, and two, so the rent would be payable, it was amazing what they charged for rent in New York City these days. Shannon made a firm knock on the door, not twice but three times, just to make sure Sophia heard her. She could her Sophia yawn, and then come walking toward her door. Shannon could hear at least three locks being undone. Let’s just hope those three locks are for safety and she’s not going murder me, and throw me down the incinerator chute. Sophia opened the door. She was cute, wearing a pale pink night gown, with an apparent wet spot on the crotch. She must’ve recently had an encounter with the bathroom as Shannon had before on the airplane. Sophia had blonde hair with frequent brown streaks, dirty blonde, obviously dyed.

Hi, I’m Sophia” Sophia said.

Hi Sophia, it’s Shannon, from Dallas, I’m your new roommate. Shannon replied.

It’s nice to finally see you in person, Sophia said.

You too Shannon said.

Come on in, we’ll get your bags in the morning Sophia replied, I think you will like it here.

0 Comments


Recommended Comments

There are no comments to display.

Guest
Add a comment...

×   Pasted as rich text.   Paste as plain text instead

  Only 75 emoji are allowed.

×   Your link has been automatically embedded.   Display as a link instead

×   Your previous content has been restored.   Clear editor

×   You cannot paste images directly. Upload or insert images from URL.

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    • No registered users viewing this page.
×
×
  • Create New...