CoffeeDrinker 133 Posted December 5, 2017 Popular Post Share Posted December 5, 2017 Last weekend I had to work an event in Indiana before driving overnight to Chicago for another one the next day. It was already promising to be a long night, but my event went over and I didn’t end up getting into the car to head north for the 3-hour drive until after midnight. Knowing it was going to be a test of endurance to stay awake, I started loading up on coffee toward the end of the event and was able to snake a soda and a little to-go cup of coffee to take with me in the car, as well. I peed right before I left and figured I’d be fine for the 3 hours with maybe one stop on the way. I had been in a suit and tie all day and desperately wanted to change into the sweatpants and hoodie I had brought to be more comfortable on the drive, but I was obsessed with getting on the road as quickly as possible. Somehow I was able to wiggle out of my pants and dress shirt while sitting at stop lights heading to the highway, briefly enjoying the freedom of sitting in traffic wearing only boxer briefs and a white undershirt. Before I hit the highway I was able to pull on black athletic sweats and a black hoodie. Super comfy. The first hour and a half drive went by uneventfully with little traffic on the highway. I had already finished the can of soda and was working my way through the cup of coffee, and I felt great and wide awake. I also knew I would need to stop to pee well before I got into Chicago. In a particularly desolate stretch of country, I saw a sign for a rest stop 10 miles ahead and thought “perfect timing.” Soon after, I also saw a stationary police car on the opposite side of the highway sitting with its lights on all alone. “That’s odd,” I thought. A minute later, red tail lights began to appear ahead of me and I realized there had been an accident on the road. As I pulled up behind the stopped traffic, I did a quick check of Google Maps and it showed the backup was less than a half mile long, so I didn’t think it would be too much of a delay. I wasn’t worried. As happens when stopped in traffic or at red lights, though, my need seemed to double immediately and I was instantly uncomfortable. Traffic was at a full stop with a healthy mix of cars and big rigs. The unknown is the worst in these situations from a psychological standpoint, and a few minutes in the need had become so urgent so quickly that I began to consider sliding over onto the shoulder of the road, parking and running down into the trees in the median to pee. Maybe two minutes later, a police car drove up the shoulder just past my car followed by an ambulance. I waited. When it seemed the coast was clear and no more emergency vehicles were coming, I started to make my move only to be honked at by an oncoming tow truck. Five minutes later, two huge traffic trucks from the state highway department came barreling past on the shoulder. Parking and going in the trees was officially out. It’s amazing how we can be affected mentally when there’s no clear path to relief. As soon as I made the decision NOT to try and pee in the woods, a particularly strong urge hit and gave me goosebumps from the effort of holding it in. Even though a rest stop lurked four miles ahead, not knowing how long this apparently bad accident was going to take to clear was making it impossible to talk my mind into the fact that I could hold it. I needed to go. At that point, I looked at the coffee cup. Even though it was tiny, I figured I could pee enough to take the edge off until the rest stop, or if I couldn’t stop then I could at least dump it out the window and re-fill. As I thought about it, the ambulance came flying back down the shoulder away from the wreck. Progress! But not enough. I slammed the rest of the (now cold) coffee and started to get myself into position. Since I had changed into sweats, there was no zipper from which to free myself so I was going to essentially have to pull my pants and underwear down far enough to give me space to go. I knew I was going to fill the cup up fast, too, so I needed it to be as vertical as possible to maximize capacity and minimize spillage. While I was fidgeting and squirming my way into position, the tail lights on the cars and trucks ahead of me dimmed and we began to crawl forward. That complicated things. Now that I had started the process, my body was pretty set on peeing and I was sweating. Traffic started and stopped in fits while I got into final position. I consciously relaxed to start peeing, and happened to look to my right…where a minivan with a middle-aged lady and a kid in the backseat had pulled up even with me and were now openly staring into my car, the woman with her mouth open. I reflexively flopped myself back into my underwear and shimmied my pants back up in one motion, horribly embarrassed. And instantly wet. I hadn’t fully engaged my bladder yet, but there was no holding back what had already started to come out. I dropped the cup and bore down as hard I could with both hands gripping the steering wheel and was able to stop the flow after 2-3 seconds. I could feel the warmth bubbling through my boxer briefs and absorbing into the sweatpants. Thankfully traffic began to inch forward again, and I didn’t have to pretend to not look at the car to my right. Slowly we crept, consistently enough to give me hope of making it to the rest stop before too much more damage was done. A few more spurts came out and then I got to site of the wreck. There were almost a dozen emergency vehicles, a smashed car on a wrecker and a semi-truck in the ditch. The impending accident in my pants was so incredibly minor compared to the accident that car was in, and I pray its passengers were ok. I gunned it once past the wreck and was in PAIN as I passed the “Rest Stop In 2 Miles” sign. Flew into the parking lot and bolted from my car. Luckily my sweats were black, but it felt like they were clinging so obviously to my legs. There were surprisingly few cars there despite the backup we had all just sat through so I wasn’t too worried about being the center of attention. I slowed my sprint into the building to open the door, and as I stopped and pulled, I immediately began peeing full force into my pants. The flow slowed as I ran again into the men’s room but it was still coming out steadily as I freed myself in front of the first urinal and angrily blasted the splashguard. I stood there peeing for what felt like forever, mortified that I would be discovered. Nobody else came in. The damage was big. My pants were wet down to the floor. Anyone who saw me would have assumed I had a total accident, when in reality I had made it to the urinal for probably 75% of my pee. I hi-tailed it back to my car to continue the drive. --- There is an epilogue. I opted not to put my dry suit pants back on, instead deciding that since I had a legit embarrassing accident, I might as well enjoy the feeling for a while. I put a towel down on my seat to continue my drive. That turned out to be a fortuitous decision. All of the caffeine I had earlier coupled with the weakened state of my bladder after my ordeal led to being rapidly full an hour later. I was driving through the south side of Chicago when the need became an emergency again, and that is not an area I am comfortable finding a gas station to pee in the middle of the night. So I voluntarily relaxed and peed my pants for the second time that night. This time completely and fully. I was drenched, the towel was drenched and even the undershirt I was wearing was wet up past my belly button. Unlike my first accident, this one felt amazing. I felt at peace and super turned on. What a drive! ellemenopee, dashie4124, tek84 and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Wet~~Fox19 23 Posted December 6, 2017 Share Posted December 6, 2017 Incredibly well written on both the desparation and wetting! Quote Link to comment
miss_mimi 1,490 Posted December 6, 2017 Share Posted December 6, 2017 i really enjoyed your story!!! i like desperation in car thank you for sharing!! Quote Link to comment
asudevil 26 Posted December 6, 2017 Share Posted December 6, 2017 what i would do to be in that car Quote Link to comment
ellemenopee 71 Posted December 7, 2017 Share Posted December 7, 2017 oh my god the 'spotted while car peeing' twist. is there nowhere safe to not pee in a toilet anymore?? but also props for a well-written, if too-harrowing-for-bedtime story. Quote Link to comment
Spectator9 955 Posted December 7, 2017 Share Posted December 7, 2017 A nicely detailed account. It's easy to think that a 3-hour drive won't be that long, and "I'm a big boy; I can hold it", but coffee is insidious. Once the caffeine starts working on your kidneys, all bets are off. Quote Link to comment
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