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  1. Hello! I haven’t been active on this site in awhile (I have cycles where I go in this site everyday, and where I go in this site once a month, I’m currently at the latter) but I’m excited to here we have a lot of new people since tumblr decided to commit financial suicide. A bit about me: I’ve been here a long time, but I don’t contribute much, as I’m more of an artist in theatre rather than writing/drawing. But, I had a very interesting experience, which was almost a dream of mine. (Warning, this story probably won’t get you off, but I really just needed to share it) Today, one of my closest (and most beautiful) friends Kate, asked me if I wanted to go with her to a fancy healthy resturaunt at a local college (15ish minutes from our High School). I tell her that my sister is gonna pick us up at the highschool, and then I’d take the wheel and drop my sister off at my house, and it would just be the two of us. So, the final bell rings at 2:30, and we go outside to get picked up by my sister. It’s lightly snowing, it’s very cold, and Kate’s wearing a plaid *short* skirt and a brown sweater. Some backstory on Kate: She’s a bubbly, cute, hot, adorable theatre geek with an angel’s voice. Dirty blonde hair, bigger than average chest, nice ass, and the most upsettingly attractive personality I know. Totally out of my league, but as a fellow theatre kid they are obliged to be my friend. I had a crush on her 2 years ago, which got me rejected. I relapsed and liked her again recently, and asked if there was something, and got another no. So, sadly, I will never get to have a romantic relationship, but we are extremely close friends. I drop my sister off at my house around 3:10ish, and then head to Dunkin Donuts, as my other friend asked for a coffee. So, I pull in the drive through and we wait. A while. We sit behind one car, who is currently ordering, which takes probably like 5 minutes. Then, finally, the car ahead of us pulls through, and we pull up. We wait for about two minutes, and then we here “we’ll be with you in a moment.” We proceed to wait, at least, another 5 minutes, before Kate proposes “Why don’t we just go in, I have to pee anyways.” Now this immediately sets off alarms in my head, as my extremely hot pseudo-crush has just announced to me that she has to pee, and bad enough to need to go now (she’s nowhere near shy, but she’s very polite and accommodating). So I pull out, we walk in, and I get in line to order. There’s only one or two people in front of me, and I am estatic when I see Kate come back from the bathroom after 30 seconds and say “somebody’s in there.” Whether her constant movement was her desperation or ADHD is anybody’s guess. Then a scruffy looking fella goes into the guys bathroom and Kate whispers to me “that’s just not fair.” 3 minutes later, she checks again, and then says to me “I can’t tell if someone’s in there or it’s locked.” So, I finally get up to order, and after I order, Kate asks the employee if the girls room is unlocked. The lady behind the counter tells her it is locked, and that she can go in the guys bathroom. Kate, reluctantly, agrees to the solution. We wait, and she apologetically says to me “I’d wait till the college if I could, but I really can’t.” Now the college is 15-20 minutes away from me, so I realize this is much more urgent than I previously thought. After a couple more minutes, she says, “Whatever let’s just go to the college.” I politely offer to stop along the way and whatnot, and she strainingly replies that she’ll be okay. And what is my luck, that we hit traffic along the way. Most of the ride is taken up by bumper to bumper traffic. Unfortunately (or fortunately) she did not seem to be squirming or grabbing herself, (but if she did I might’ve crashed due to distraction). Anyways, finally after 40 minutes, we finally make it to the college. We are parked in a parking garage, and the restaurant is about 2-3 blocks away. After about 10 second after the car, she exclaims “Shit I dripped.” I (partially confused by the word drip, and partially confused by what she meant by it) say “What?” She replies “I just dripped a bit.” And I get the idea. So immediately my mind is racing, mostly “oh my fucking god the hottest girl I know is leaking and telling me about it and there’s no bathroom for two blocks.” We start jogging to the restaurant, her jogging very stiff and frantic due to the cold and her bladder. And, unfortunately for me, she made it to the bathroom from there without any incident of my knowledge. I wish I could say I saw some evidence of partial wetting, or that she wet herself in my arms and I comforted her and kissed her, but this is real life. Regardless, this is the first time I have even heard a girl say she was leaking in real life, and god is it better than I ever imagined. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best story, but it’s probably my most exciting one (excluding all the times my close cute friend has said “oh my fucking god I have to pee so fucking bad I’m literally gonna piss myself” to me as she continues to sit mostly still). Thanks for reading!
  2. Ok, so, a long time ago, I shared a story of my new life living with this on and off bladder control. Honestly, it's more annoying than I ever imagined. Once in a while, it's fun.... or should I say hilarious? Look at me, (No I'm not Mr meeseeks) 6'1", fit as hell cuz I'm a carpenter, my company shirt and still nice dark jeans. Like almost black, but also still blue. I don't look like someone who more than occasionally pees his pants. Gah. But here I am, and this here story, is my turning point. There is no going back, screw my body Wednesday, if all stories were on Wednesday, and I'm just finishing up a basement job. Trim, flooring, finish stuff. Normally, the morning is a good indication that I should wear protection to avoid a wet drive home, but I had no indication, so I figured I was good. No problems, finished what I was doing, with time to spare even. The old lady I was finishing for, offered to buy me lunch.... well dinner, but I didn't have lunch. I had not drank much of anything during my work stay and I was hungry. So sure, what are we having? Wendy's. Yes please!!! Mushroom swiss burger and large fries!! I told her not to worry about the drink, but to her that must have meant, I'm thirsty, cuz it came in large... AND SHE GOT ME A LARGE FROSTY!!!! All that together, and I was just running the clock until I was bored. Good day! So, I have an hour drive on the freeway home... highway? Whatever, it has exits. But it has like 6. Somehow it's always jammed. But today, nope, it was cold, it was icy, it was he'll. I stopped at the rest stop to pee like fifteen minutes later, and nothing. Waste of time. So back to driving i go. Pass an exit, pass an exit....Slow down, snail was speed traffic. Whatever, I put on my YouTube playlist, turn that shit up and sing along. Now 20 minutes later, and that frosty must have fought up with me, cuz I felt like someone poured water right into my bladder. Bam. Ok, whatever, ok Google, how far from home am I and where's the next exit. "You are 36 miles from home, and the next exit is 28 miles away." Ok, I can make that, I think to myself. Not really confident, but I hold and go. Fricking really though, I thought that exit would never show up. I went from uncomfortable shifting, to fidgiting straight into "crush that thing, I don't want to pee in my new truck". As I pulled off the freeway onto my last 12 miles before home, I was frantic, where could I stop? Should I just go on the side of the road? Firstly, McDonald's was about 8 minutes off, second, where can I pee on the side of the road with roadguards set up so close? No where to pull over, I chose McDonald's. Dooooom. I was just doomed. Like a minute later, it was like slowly turning a faucet. I started with light dribbles, like a hamster waterer, if you tap the metal ball to make water come out. Then just forcefull leaks. I'm not far, but my pants are now wet. McDonald's appears! Yes please! I pull in, driving one handed, park like a jackass, and run for the door. Make it to the bathroom? Ha, you wish, foolish mortal. The moment I touch that front door, I Start peeing. No resistance, no stopping. Body pee now. Also, then I panicked. This place is close to home and it's packed!! Crap. Like five second hesitation and I can feel my socks getting wet. It's dusk now, can I wait, who's here. No, it's done. I slowly walk back to my truck, peeing, leaving footprints as I go. I stand by my truck, finish peeing into my pants and just laugh. Hearty, deep ha's of wasn't that funny. I look down at the unique trails on my jeans, shake the pee from my shoes, put a trash bag on my seat and head home. Two questions? What does a very caring sister whom I live with(And her husband and kid) have to say when I walk through the door? What does said kid say when she sees her uncle walk in drenched in pee? 3, was it steamy? My sister is nothing but concerned as I gather cloths for a shower, seemingly unfazed. Doc appointment? For what the same thing as last time? Why waste the money? Yes, as I wet myself, there was a very pronounced pee fog about me, and that did not help my hysterical laughter. Then to top it all off, after a lovely relaxing shower, I exit the bathroom to see my lovely niece, wide eyed, looking at my shoes pouring the pee from inside into the sink. Yay me.
  3. Now its time for me to share my favorite experience of all time… and not just when it comes to Omorashi. Even if I hadn’t had the chance to indulge in my fetish, I still would have enjoyed it immensely. This takes place over the course of three days, last year in August, during a major event… Care to guess what event that was? Should be easy enough to guess. No? Okay, okay, I’ll tell you: The Great American Eclipse Peeclipse– Part 1 I had only seen a total eclipse in videos and images before. Space was one of my favorite school subjects when I was younger. But I hadn't given thought to watching an eclipse before. Nor had I realized, until only several months beforehand, that there would be one within driving distance of me. The fact that I would be able to see one without traveling great distances or crossing international borders was all the motivation I needed to plan a getaway for myself, and possibly anyone who wanted to join me. So, I began to make preparations. Originally I was planning on making this a one-day trip. The center of totality was just over 200 miles away. I figured that I could go into work early, easily make it there, watch the eclipse, and head back to finish my shift, with approval from my boss. Then, a stray thought crossed my mind, that suddenly snowballed into this: “Good God man, what are you thinking? Do you think you’re going to be the ONLY person to go see this?” Then, the magnitude of what I needed to plan… eclipsed me. This was not going to be a one-day trip. Everybody and their mother, MILLIONS of people, were going to be traveling into the path of totality. Worst still, when that was over, a great number of those people would be jamming every square mile of the streets and Interstate between me and my home. The fact that the path of totality stretched across the entire continental US was perhaps the only thing that made it possible for me to travel there with only months preparation in the first place. Perhaps on the way up, it wouldn’t be so bad, as everybody trickled in from hotels and were perhaps already staying in their destination. But the way back would be Hell. Still, after much research, I figured that I could easily give myself a full day to return home. But I made this a three-day trip, to give myself time to breathe and enjoy myself for two days before the eclipse. I invited some friends and family to come with me, but they declined, convinced that viewing a partial eclipse would be enough. I tried to convince them to come with me, even though it would deprive me of an opportunity to do literally what ever I wanted in my own privacy. I wanted to share the experience with someone. Still, they either thought a partial eclipse was good enough, or they were otherwise too busy, or unwilling to accept my admittedly meager accommodations for the trip. Because I was unwilling to rent a hotel room for several thousand dollars anywhere within 30 miles of the line of totality, I settled for sleeping in the car on the eve of the eclipse. For the night before, however, I was able to arrange a hotel room somewhat close to my destination (which I shall keep a secret for privacy's sake) a couple months beforehand. Not cheap, I can assure you, but I could afford it at least. My destination was in rather remote territory in the Western US, north of a major city, or at least as major as it gets, but in a better position in the line of totality. The weeks went by, and I put together a list of things I would need to take with me: Clothes for four days (not three), several pairs of eclipse glasses, toiletries, emergency medical supplies, a blanket, a pillow (I wanted to be at least somewhat comfortable sleeping in a car), some reading material, my phone charger, and a week's worth of food and water. Just in case I encountered car trouble, I also brought a multi-tool, and an air pump, after checking every inch of my car over entirely. My second, much more guarded list included some things dedicated to the pursuit of my more private endeavors. Some diapers, for instance. Remember when I said the trip back would be Hell? For most people, it would. But I saw an opportunity to indulge in desperation while stuck in severe traffic. In addition, I brought along some personal crafting projects I was working on. I got everything non-perishable together the night before my trip, and loaded them. I was scheduled to work on the Saturday before, so I had to deal with that first before departing. Day One Upon waking up, I put all of my perishable items into a cooler with bottles of ice, put it in the car, and drove off to work. Upon arriving, I took everything out, and put everything in the fridge and freezer at work. Better to keep everything as cool as I possibly could before I departed. I worked my shift, which was until the middle of the afternoon, then repacked my cooler. Upon leaving work, I drove to the nearest gas station, to top off the tank one last time, check all of my automotive fluids, and my tires. After verifying that everything was in as good of shape as it could be, I got out my GPS, set my MP3 player to my favorite playlist of Anime songs (Japanese, of course), pulled out on to the highway, and began the journey of a lifetime...
  4. Twist&Shout

    Any Other Day

    When you woke up that morning, it had been like any other day. Your alarm went off at 7:00 like it was supposed to. You woke up, pulled on a t-shirt and some skinny jeans, brushed your teeth, ate half a bowl of cereal, and stood on the curb waiting for the bus while hurriedly finishing up the homework that you were supposed to have gotten done the night before. Well. Almost like any other day. There was just one difference. You'd been so distracted by the homework you had to complete, you'd forgotten to use the toilet that morning. You didn't realize until you were already halfway to school, but it was okay. You were a bit odd in that you had never really needed to relieve yourself in the morning since you turned 16 a year ago, and you only did so out of habit. Besides, your bladder was still empty -- you didn't even feel a single drop in there. Before long, your bus reached school. You absentmindedly thanked your bus driver whose name you never could remember as you climbed down the steps and onto the sidewalk. It had been like any other day. You went to your locker right away, getting everything you needed like you were supposed to. You dropped off the books you didn't need, double-checked you had your homework finished, and then headed to homeroom. Like any other day. Honestly, that's the part that hits you the hardest. It had been like any other day. How could it be that something so embarrassing could've happened on such a regular day...? ~~~ The first half of the school day had crawled by, but at last the bell rang and you were able to head to the cafeteria. As you ordered your regular soggy meatloaf, brown noodles, and questionable-looking vegetables, you realized that your water bottle was empty. The air conditioning unit at your school was broken, and so you had found yourself drinking more water than usual. So you decided to head to the vending machine to purchase a bottle of water. You sat down at your regular table, ate your food, and, of course, drank lots of water. By the end of the lunch period, you'd already gotten halfway through your water; the meatloaf had been a little too salty that day. After some consideration, you decided to buy another bottle of water. As you didn't really want to be carrying around two bottles, you chugged down the remaining half and tossed it in the trash. That was when you felt the pang. It may have been the first one, but having just drunk 32oz of water, it was surprisingly hefty. You were about to head to the bathroom when the bell rang. You really didn't want to be late for class. So you decided you could hold it for another half-hour and went to your next class. ~~~ Hey, guys! Hope you enjoyed reading Chapter One of my story. This is my first ever fic, and actually the first post I've ever made, be it forum or commenting on another post. This chapter clearly didn't contain much desperation, but I promise there'll be plenty of that in chapter two. That'll be coming out soon -- check back to see when!
  5. Hello, friends! Sorry this took so long. March was evil. But I'm writing again and making some progress, and I think I've kept you waiting long enough. The usual links: Sexting Cabin in the Woods As promised, this is another pushing-Meagan's-limits story, but it's also an intensely personal story. Much of what you read here is based on true incidents, and are rooted in real times and places. But no more chatter—I'll save the commentary for the DVD. Here we go! ------------------------------------------- “So I’m going up to Chicago in a couple weeks,” Meagan announced. “Just for the weekend. Wanna come with?” “Sure.” “I promise that it’ll be worth your while.” “I already said sure.” “I know, I’ve just always wanted to say that.” They headed out on a fine late-summer Friday afternoon, rolling toward the big city through the still-strong Midwest heat, Meagan in the driver’s seat, Parker beside her, hands clasped together as soon as Meagan got them into 5th gear, a mixtape in the tape deck (Meagan’s car was old) and the windows cracked to catch the breeze. They hit Chicago well after dark, but Meagan had been this way before, and found her friend’s place without much trouble. Her friend was named Celia—a little older, a veteran of Camp Graham, and apparently something of a mentor. Meagan was ecstatic to see her and Celia no less delighted in turn. Celia fed them a late dinner and some beer, but Meagan said, “We should bed down pretty soon… my appointment’s pretty early.” “In that case, help yourself to anything for breakfast, but don’t wake me up. Saturday’s my day to sleep in,” Celia said—and then added, “So I should give you your present now.” She handed over a card. Meagan read the card, chuckled, then opened it up. Something slid out, and Meagan said, “A gift certificate! To… oh. Oh, Celia…” “You deserve it, hon, and I got a bonus,” Celia said. “Treat yourself. And the boy, too,” she added, smiling at Parker. “Oh, Celia, thank you, thank you…” “Tell me how it turns out!” “What’s the certificate for?” Parker asked. Meagan grinned. “Do you like surprises?” “If they involve you, then yes.” “This most certainly does.” “Then I can wait.” Celia had a funky old Chicago-brownstone apartment, with the 3rd-story bay window facing the street. And in that funky old apartment she had a creaky old fold-out sofa bed… but no air conditioning. It was hot that night, and though Celia had fitted them out with a sheet, Meagan and Parker immediately kicked it off. Meagan had put on a t-shirt and shorts to sleep, but not five minutes after they’d turned out the lights, she sat up and pulled both off. Parker could see her silhouetted against the window, naked except for her panties. Here they were, sharing a bed—something they did not always get to do—and she was all but naked. He decided to seize the opportunity and cozied up to her. “It’s too hot for that, lover,” she whispered. “You’re too hot for me not to,” he whispered back. She chuckled, softly. “No sex tonight,” she whispered. “Still too hot, and this sofa bed creaks like crazy. We’d wake Celia up.” Parker never knew how she could read his mind, but somehow she managed it—picking up on his disappointment immediately. “You can feel me up, though,” she added. “And I promise I’ll make it up to you. You’ll see.” It took some time for Parker to fall asleep, between the unaccustomed light and noise on the one hand—the interstate was not far from Celia’s apartment—and Meagan’s boobs in his hand on the other, and their mysterious errand puzzling him as well. The heat didn’t help, either. But in the end he dropped off at last, still feeling Meagan’s chest rising and falling under his hand. ---------- The next day they were awakened by a cool breeze through the windows. Meagan sat up, stretched, and padded barefoot and bare-breasted to the bathroom. Parker poured them some cereal, and after eating it between whispers, Meagan left a note, folded up her gift certificate, and led Parker downstairs. “So what’s your appointment?” Parker asked. “Well, it will be our appointments—if you’re willing,” Meagan said. Parker’s eyebrows shot up. “Um, I’m gonna need more info,” he said. “My appointment’s with Planned Parenthood,” Meagan said. “And don’t worry, I’m not pregnant. The idea is to keep me that way. I’m getting an IUD put in.” “I thought those were kinda dangerous?” “Used to be, but they fixed them. I’m getting one… and I’m also getting tested for STDs. If you’re willing to get tested too, and we both come back clean, then—” she drew out the word gleefully “—we won’t have to use condoms any more.” Parker’s heartbeat picked up. “Oh, wow.” Meagan’s grin went from ear to ear. “And that’s just the beginning, lover. You’ll see the rest afterward. Are you willing to get tested?” “Uh… what do I have to do?” “Pee in a cup, mostly. A couple blood draws for the bigger stuff.” “Um, do I have to? Because I’ve never really had unprotected sex.” “It’s still good to check,” Meagan said. “Sometimes the condom breaks, after all.” Parker swallowed. “Okay. I can do that.” “Good. Good! Let’s go!” Planned Parenthood was a strange mix of friendly and professional, cozy and sterile. Despite the straightforward approach all the staff took, however, it was all awkward for Parker. He peed where they wanted him to pee and bled where they wanted him to bleed, then waited around trying not to make eye contact with anyone until Meagan came out. She paid at the front desk, slipped her arm around him, and kissed him. “How are you doing?” she asked. “A little weirded out,” he admitted. “How are you?” “This IUD feels strange,” she said. “The doctor said I’ll get used to it, and she warned me I’ll probably bleed a little for a while—all perfectly normal. She wasn’t too thrilled that I was leaving town, just in case there are any complications, but she understood. A lot of people come here from out of town. Or out of state, even, like us. She told me where one is that’s a little closer, if something does need to get checked out…” “We came out to Chicago to cover our tracks, huh?” Parker said. “Yup. Officially, to my parents, I’m here to visit Celia. And that’s totally true. But Celia told me this center was good and helped me make the arrangements.” Meagan slipped her arm through his. “Shall we go?” “We shall! …Where shall we go?” “You’ll see,” Meagan said, still grinning, as they made their way back to the car. She checked her gift certificate, still keeping it hidden, then got out a map of the city and unfolded it across the hood of the car. She said, “All right, we’re basically headed for Lincoln and Paulina, which is there. And we’re here. Help me navigate?” Despite the inherent simplicity of Chicago’s grid, it still took some time to reach their destination, as there was a little traffic and they took one or two wrong turns. And then it took a little while to find parking. Both of them were hungry by then, so instead of going straight in, they found a Thai place and bought some noodles, which then prompted drinking some water. So it was well past noon when Meagan finally led the way to the store she had in mind. Parker noted the name, the style of the sign, and the fact that there were no windows and took a guess as to what he was about to see. When they stepped inside, Meagan gave a low, appreciative whistle, and Parker thought, Yup, I was right this time… Sex toys, as far as the eye could see. Meagan asked the straightforward staff member at the front desk about what she was looking for, and then led Parker down the appropriate aisle to the vibrator section. “Celia said that once I had a good vibe, I’d see what I was missing,” she said quietly. “Do we really need this?” Parker said, uneasily. Meagan grinned and kissed him. “Hey. Don’t be so insecure. I love you and I’m hot for you and you make me come a lot. This is not because you’re not good enough, it’s just that there’s some stuff that bodies need a little help with. I think you’ll enjoy using it on me… whichever one we end up with…” It took some time, because they had to triangulate quite a few variables, including price, power, performance, and maintenance. Meagan tested out several (against the palm of her hand) until she found one that had a nice range of functions and enough kick for her taste. Then they spent a little time choosing the right lubes and cleaning solutions, because apparently the silicone that the toy was made from required some special consideration. And then they had to pause for a minute while Meagan re-did all the math to see if she really wanted to spend that much: Celia’s gift certificate was for a substantial sum, but with all their purchases put together it still came to a sizable price. Once Meagan’s freakout was over, however, she paid her money and nearly skipped out of the store. They drove south a bit to pick up I-90/94, having decided against fighting across town to take Lakeshore Drive. There were a lot of lights and a lot of stop-and-go, but eventually they got onto the interstate and drove freely toward downtown, the Sears Tower looming enormous above it all. …For all of two minutes. Almost immediately they saw brake lights, and had to slow to a crawl. Both of them groaned in frustration. “I did not sign up for this,” Meagan said, shifting a bit in her seat. “I’ve spent too dang long in this car this weekend already and I’m gonna have to spend even more tomorrow… this just ain’t fair!” Parker agreed that it was rotten luck. “But at least we’re together,” he said, taking her hand. “It could be a lot worse.” “That’s true,” Meagan said. “And it may get a lot worse.” A few minutes later, having moved just two or three car-lengths, Meagan sighed and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “Well, that makes it official, I guess,” she said. “What?” “Worst-case scenario. We’re stuck in traffic, with no idea for how long or how far this jam goes, and I gotta pee.” Parker’s adrenaline spiked… but that phrase “worst-case scenario” made him a little uneasy. “Um, should I be turned on by this?” he said cautiously. Meagan laughed, a little. “Well, I have to say I really prefer it when I get to decide when to turn you on like this,” she said. “Much, much more satisfying to me. But… what the hell. Life just gave us some lemons, we might as well go ahead and make you some lemonade.” “I don’t want lemonade, unless you want it too,” Parker said stoutly, but he wondered just how much he really meant it. “Oh, relax, lover. Go ahead and enjoy it. If nothing else, this’ll make the trip way more interesting.” The stop-creep-stop-creep of traffic was brutal on stick-shift drivers. Meagan tried to keep it in first and inch along at a quarter-mile per hour, but too often she had to stop… and then start again a minute later. “Where’s that map?” Meagan demanded. Parker unfolded it. “I wanna know how far we have to go on this road,” Meagan said, “or if we can bail out and take surface streets.” “Where are we headed, again?” Meagan leaned over, scanned the map, and pointed. “About there. Bridgeport, that’s where Celia lives.” “Ummmm—I’m guessing it’s about five miles?” “Five miles… well, we’re doing about five miles an hour on average, maybe a little less… yeah, I can probably hold it that long.” “I’m totally fine with this.” “I just hope that wasn’t ‘famous last words’…” “You can totally do this. You’re amazing.” “Damn right. …I’m bored, though.” “I’m not.” “Well, you wouldn’t be, would you?” “Heck no. This is, like, one of the classic desperation scenarios come to life. Stuck in traffic, gotta go…” Meagan shifted in her seat. “Well, I guess I am doing this for your entertainment… but seriously, I’m bored.” “You want me to get out the vibrator? Then we’d both get turned on…” “Not while I’m driving, please.” “Oooh, I know. Tell me the story of the last time you really had to pee when you were driving.” “Hmm, let me think—okay. Yeah, I’ve got a couple of stories like that. But I’m doing all the work over here, I’m holding and storytelling and driving. You gotta hold your end up, too, you know.” “What would you like?” “When was the last time you really had to pee while you were driving?” “Oh, gosh, it was a long time ago. I think I was, like, ten.” “Really?” “Yeah, once puberty kicked in I started having desperation fantasies, and after a few of those it’s easy to invent a stuck-in-the-car scenario, and after one or two of those you really start paying attention to going to the bathroom before you go anywhere.” “Heh. Which is probably why you went at the restaurant.” “Part of it, yeah. Take every opportunity, especially on road trips.” “But for me you’d flip it around and deny every opportunity, huh?” “Only if you wanted to.” “Good boy.” “Which is why I’m still not totally cool with this… you’re sure you’re okay? I can pour out my water bottle…” “Hon, I’ve gotta go, but I’ve been a lot more desperate than this. Just tell me your story.” “Uhh… My mom was driving. We were near where she worked back then. I’m not sure where we were going, or where we were coming from, actually. And I don’t know why but I was just bursting. I was practically crying. When we got to a stoplight my mom actually told me to get out of the car and pee in the bushes on the side of the road.” “Did you?” “No, I was too shy, I guess. So mom drove to her work. I just barely made it.” “That story was a little shorter than I was expecting.” “I don’t keep track of when I have to pee, okay? I’m just interested in when it happens to girls. And now I’m just interested when it happens to you.” “Well, you got your wish, then.” “It’s weird, though. A lot of times when I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming that I have to pee.” “Heh. Classic. Freud would have a field day with you, hon.” “I thought Freud wasn’t really someone you Psych folks liked any more.” “Of course not. We just learn about him so we can make fun of him. That and deal with all the myths and misconceptions that start from him. Mmkay, so what I wanted to do was for you to tell a story that turned you on, ‘cause I want you all hot and bothered over there. You got any girl-in-traffic stories, then?” “Not really. The closest was what happened with Annie, and I think I told you about that already, and besides, I feel kinda mean about it.” “From what I remember you were a perfect gentleman.” “But she was really suffering—plus no consent, you know.” Meagan shifted in her seat again. “So you knew about consent before I came along?” “Not really. I just felt like it was wrong to take pleasure in her hurting.” “Not a big schadenfreude fan, huh?” “Except I kinda was? At least, I got seriously turned on… gaah, I still feel bad about it!” “’Kay, Parker? Look at me.” He did. She was looking straight back at him—no need to watch the road when they were at a dead halt. “Do you see me?” “Uh-huh.” “Do you see me getting kinda antsy?” “Yeah…” “This is because I haven’t peed since I did the tests back at Planned Parenthood, and that was a bunch of hours and a bunch of water ago. I totally need to go. Like, I would be headed straight to the bathroom right now if I could. And by the power invested in me as your lover, I fully authorize you getting turned on by this. In fact I order you to get turned on. I wanna see you pitch a tent, boy. Hop to it!” “Aye aye, cap’n! …Do you have any stuck-in-traffic stories?” “Just said so, didn’t I? So listen up.” “Ooooh.” “But first—” Meagan raised her water bottle as if toasting him, and took a good swallow. “Something about that was so hot.” “It’s the confidence. Yes, I’m needing to go. But I’ll make it even if I drink more. Even in this traffic, I’ll make it. But one time I very nearly didn’t. A major storm system came through, like three storms practically one after another. A bridge in town got washed out and so traffic was lousy. I was driving to work and I got caught right in the middle of this.” “Where did you work?” “Walmart.” “I’m so sorry.” “Yeahhh… Anyway, I was headed to work and it was just slammed. Traffic just like this—creep forward a bit, stop and wait, creep, stop, creep, stop… it’s the only time I’ve ever had to drive like this when I wasn’t on the highway. And I needed to go. I’d already been running late and so I just jumped in the car without stopping by the bathroom…” “Oh, that never ends well!” “Eh, remember this is me we’re talking about. I’ve gambled and won on that a lot, actually. But the traffic was incredibly slow and I hadn’t planned on that. Plus the rain wasn’t helping at all. “Finally I saw what was going on. There was a major intersection about a half-mile from the store that I had to go through, and the power was out. So it turned into a four-way stop, but with two-three lanes in each direction. People did not know what the heck to do and so everything was snarled. I finally got through. It took me 22 minutes exactly to go 200 yards. I know because I was watching the clock and seeing how late I was to work. “Finally I got through and the road on the other side of the intersection was pretty clear. I figured I was home free. But what I didn’t account for was that I had to make a left turn into the Walmart lot. Well, actually I didn’t have to, but I didn’t realize what was happening in time and I missed the back way in. So this light was out, too, and since it wasn’t really an intersection, the oncoming traffic wasn’t stopping. People were only getting into the lot if there was a gap in traffic.” “Ooof.” “Yeah. There was no way of knowing how long it would take me to get through. That’s when I thought I was about to piss myself. I was swearing like crazy, yelling at the cars up ahead to show some guts and take the turn. It took me another ten minutes of waiting. “Finally I got into the lot, parked, and had to walk through the rain—I couldn’t run by that point—to get into the store. And of course my manager is like, ‘You’re super-late, I needed you forty minutes ago, get your shirt on and get out there,’ and I just said, ‘I’m not going anywhere but the bathroom.’ She almost said something, already opening her mouth, so I beat her to it and said, ‘I’m going to the bathroom or I’m pissing right here on the floor,’ and she just shut up.” “Whoa. Did you get fired?” “No, I just caught a lot of flack—even after I explained about the traffic and all. I mean, they didn’t have a lot of choice about chewing me out, they don’t get to make the rules. But they could have been nicer about it, and they weren’t. So I picked up a few extra hours that week and then gave notice. Got one last fat check, or at least a not-dying-of-starvation check and then walked out the door, never to return.” “Mm. …Did you have to wait for the bathroom once you got to it?” “No, it was wide open.” “Do you think you could have made it if you’d had to wait?” “Probably. I think I would have strangled whoever was in there, though.” “Did you think about just peeing in the parking lot when you got out of the car?” “For about a second, but it was too dang wet. I just had to get inside ASAP or I would be soaked all the way through, not just at my crotch. Besides, there were people and cars all over the place, someone would have seen me.” “So you wouldn’t jump out and pee on the road right now?” “No, I definitely wouldn’t. I’ll pee outside if there’s nobody around, not in front of a crowd.” “Okay, let’s say you were about to wet your pants right this second. Completely stuck in traffic, no hope of getting off the road in time. What would you do?” “Hmm, not sure…” Meagan glanced around the car. “Maybe empty out my water bottle and pee in that, but that would be hard if I’m driving. If I had a towel or a blanket I could just put it under me. I think I should start carrying a blanket in my car anyway, I’ve spent enough nights in it. “But actually, I think that if it were like this, where it’s creep-creep-creep and not a complete stop, I’d have trouble with anything. Driving stick does not make this easy. So maybe… maybe I would just piss my pants. Oh, except then my seat would smell like pee for years…” “You’d be pretty stuck, huh?” Parker said, turning in his seat so he could watch her more closely. “What I’d probably do is just stop driving for a second, get my pants down, and piss on the floor mat. At least that’s a lot easier to clean than the seat.” “Wanna do that now?” “Hmm, if we’re stuck here another hour I might have to. But nah, I’m good for a while yet, and I want to give you a better ending that that. How you doin’? You seem to like the ‘What if…?’ game a lot.” “Oh, I’m definitely following orders over here,” Parker said. “Hmm, I can’t look, gotta keep my eyes on the road—” Meagan leaned well over in her seat, reached out a hand, and found his crotch. Then she found the bulge in it. “Yeah you are.” She rubbed him through his jeans. Parker started breathing a little more heavily; Meagan chuckled and pulled her hand away, because she had to switch gears. “So I wanna try out the new toy ASAP,” she said, switching topics as well, “but we can’t do it at Celia’s place. Well, actually we totally could, she’d approve. But I’m not sure I could get in the mood, knowing she might hear us. We’ll have to figure something out.” “What’s the toy supposed to do?” Parker asked. “Vibrators just go right on the clit,” Meagan said, “and stimulate the whole dang area. That’s why it’s nice to have around. That’s why when you go down on me it feels pretty good, since you’re covering a lot more than your fingers can, but this way you won’t have to get hair in your mouth when you do it.” “I really don’t mind, you know.” “I know. And I know you’re feeling a little inadequate. But believe me, Parker, you do not need to feel worried. This toy is a lousy listener.” “Am I that obvi—wait, don’t answer that.” She chuckled. “I just… I just feel like maybe I’ve been letting you down.” “Not really. I just want to give both of us another tool. You can use it on me and then you’re part of the experience. Fingers, tongue, cock—and now, vibrator. You can do me so many different ways! And also I can do myself when you’re not around. Last summer got lonely, lover.” “Fair enough.” Some time later: “Mmmmmmkay, this traffic is absolutely killing me.” “Getting bad?” “Yeah, because I keep having to shift gears. It’s hard to do my usual lock-it-down approach when I have to put in the clutch every other minute. And of course I can’t possibly cross my legs or sit on my heel or pull any of those other tricks. I could hold on for a lot longer if I could.” “Any way I could help?” “If you could drive…” “Uh, just switch seats on the middle of the highway?” “Sure, why not? Easy enough to run around real quick.” “Okay, I can see that, but you remember I can’t drive stick, right?” “Aw shit. I didn’t remember that, no. Well, I definitely need to teach you… but not right now.” “Sorry.” “You better be. How dare you not learn how to drive a manual transmission so you could spare your lover who’s desperate for a piss in the middle of 90/94?” “It’s the greatest failure of my life. …Anything else I can do?” Meagan bit her lip. “I’m okay for a bit longer. But if it gets much worse—and it totally will—I may need you to put some pressure on my crotch. If I can’t sit on my heel, maybe I can sit on yours.” “Umm, I’m not sure if I can twist my leg that way. But wait, maybe my shoe?” “I’ll try anything.” Parker quickly unlaced one of his sneakers. He was about to pass it to her when he thought of another good idea and reinforced it with his sock, balled up inside. Meagan took it from him, lifted her butt off the seat, angled the shoe as if she were sitting on her own heel, and shoved it under. “Hmm,” she said after a minute. “Helping?” “A little bit, but it’s kind of uncomfortable in other ways. I think I’ll hold off on this a bit.” She pulled the shoe back out and passed it back to him. “Good idea, though.” Just then a car cut in front of them, since Meagan hadn’t been moving forward for the last minute. “Fuckers,” Meagan growled, squirming in her seat. “I hope they get hives and die.” “That’s a little extreme, no?” “Sorry. I’m a little cranky. It is getting seriously hard to hold.” “Want the shoe back?” “What I want is to let it all go.” “If you really need to, just pee on the floor like you said.” Meagan glanced at him with a half-amused, half-exasperated expression. “If I ‘really need to…’ Hah!” Her fingers were drumming on the rim of the steering wheel. “I mean, like I said, I don’t want you to be so uncomfortable.” “That’s what I’d call mixed messages, hon.” “Same. Am I supposed to be turned on by this or not?” Meagan shook her head ruefully. “I really am not having a great time over here. If I were able to do my usual stuff I’d be fine and I’d be telling you to keep yourself all hard for me. But I feel like I’m about to leak, and… I just feel… I’m usually in control when we do this and today I’m really not. This traffic ambushed me.” “I’m sorry.” “Well, I’m sorry, too, because I told you to get turned on.” “Yeah.” Meagan bit her lip. Then she gasped and writhed, fingers clenched on the wheel, driving herself back into the seat with her arms and legs, hips twisting. “Okay. That was close. And I really do not want to wet myself. But I’ve got an idea.” “What?” “Relationships are all about compromise. Can you undo my belt, please?” “Your seat belt or your regular belt?” “Okay, can you undo both my belts, please? And my zipper?” Parker quickly bent to obey. “Ahhhh, that’s better,” Meagan said, “but I’m still gonna pee.” “On the floor?” She glanced around. “No SUVs nearby… no trucks… Yeah, on the floor. Help me with my pants, please?” She lifted her butt up off the seat again and he quickly tugged her jeans off her hips and down to her thighs. Then they repeated the process with her underwear. “Actually, I think I need these all the way off,” Meagan said, and started removing everything below her waist. By the time she was done she was squirming, nearly frantic, and Parker had a big load of clothes in his lap. Meagan again checked her surroundings, then slid herself forward on the seat, leaning on the wheel. She hesitated for a second, considering angles, and then let go. …For a moment. Just two seconds, really. Her pee looked like a jet from a fountain, arching out ahead of her onto the floor mat beneath her, and then stopped dead. “Was that all?” Parker asked. “Nope!” Meagan said. Still draped over the wheel, she turned and gave him a sly grin. “I let a little out but I held the rest back. Don’t need to go so badly now, but I will again pretty soon. Now I’m back in the driver’s seat.” “When did you get out of it?” She rolled her eyes. “What I meant, goofball, is that now I’m back in control. I’m as desperate as I want to be. So I can keep this going for you, but not piss my pants when I’m shifting gears. Pass me a tissue? And can I have my pants back? And my shoes?” Parker handed over the various requested items. Meagan wadded up the tissue and dabbed at her crotch, then draped her jeans across her lap, so anyone looking down through the window wouldn’t have a direct line of sight to her bush, and finally slipped her shoes back on so driving was less awkward. “How are you feeling?” Parker asked. “Definitely still need to go. Enough that I’d still go straight to the bathroom if we were close to one. But I can definitely hold it now. In fact—pass me that water bottle, will you?” And a moment later she took several long swallows. As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she looked over at him with sultry eyes. “How are you feelin’?” “A lot more turned on now that you drank more water for me…” Meagan reached over and brushed the crotch of his jeans with her fingers again. “Good.” The next thirty minutes involved a sing-along to Meagan’s mixtape, a quick round of the license-plate game Parker’s family played, Meagan drinking still more water, a few more gentle caresses on Parker’s crotch, about a mile of progress down the highway, and Meagan’s restlessness starting up again. Finally Meagan sighed with relief. “There’s our exit,” she said. Five minutes later, as they were still creeping toward the off-ramp, Megan demanded, “God, where are they all coming from? And where are they going?” “No clue.” “Get out of the way, you fuckers! Gotta pee for my man!” “Looks like a baseball game?” Parker said, guessing by the large number of White Sox logos visible on cars and people. “Aw, nuts. Celia says the stadium’s right down the block. We rolled right into it, didn’t we.” “Looks that way.” “Eeeesh. I hope they get out of the way quick. I’m definitely needing to go, here.” “I think I see a gas station.” “You think I would have us end up at a gas station, after all this? Hell no. I’m takin’ you someplace nice and private. Besides, I gotta get my pants back on, so actually I need someplace nice and private.” At last they broke loose from the traffic, turning left when most people were turning right or going straight, and headed east toward the lake—along a road with quite a few red lights. “Shiiiit,” Meagan said, fingers drumming, bouncing in her seat. “We are so fuckin’ close. Hurry up and turn, light!” As they crossed various landmarks—the L, King Drive, railroad tracks—the road surface got worse and worse. The potholes went from big to bigger. Meagan tried to avoid them, but couldn’t always, and cursed loudly each time they bounced over one. “Crap, I just leaked a little on that one,” Meagan muttered. “Nearly there, though.” At last they crossed a bridge over Lakeshore Drive, and Lake Michigan was spread out before them, huge and shimmering in the waning daylight—for it was now past 5:00 and the sun would be setting behind them in a little over an hour. Meagan had to pause to consider her next move, but eventually found what she wanted and steered them into a parking lot. There were plenty of cars near the entrance, but oddly, nowhere near enough to fill the lot, despite being a sunny Saturday in September. Meagan, biting her lip a little and nearly quivering, drove quite a ways down past the main concentration of people and parked in a spot about thirty slots away from the nearest car. “Now for the tricky part,” she said as she turned off the engine and bent down to slip off her shoes. “Awww, god—bending over sucks…” She paused a second—at last totally still, the way Parker was used to her holding. “Okay,” she breathed. “I can do this. I can.” She got her shoes off, then opened the car door and swung her bare legs out. She pulled on her jeans without bothering to grab her panties, gingerly zipping up to avoid caught hairs. “Mmmmmmmkay,” she said, mostly to herself. “Guess I’m not doing up that button. And the belt is right out. Mmkay. I can do this. I can do this. …Ready?” “Right behind you.” “Let’s go.” She pulled herself up, closed the door behind her, and strode toward the lake in that purposeful, totally-clamped-down style he remembered so well. There wasn’t much to the lakeshore here. There was a playground down a ways, back where most people were parked, and the shrieks of children enjoying themselves could be easily heard. But mostly the shore was just big rocks. A bike path stretched out, completely empty, both north and south. And between the shore and the path was a big stretch of completely empty grass. Meagan walked stiffly out into it, nearly to the lake-edge where the boulders were piled in a rough wall. Parker followed her. “Anyone coming?” she asked. She eased down the zipper of her jeans. “No one in sight.” She looked around anyway, suddenly seeming a tiny bit nervous or shy—then ripped the jeans off her hips and down her thighs, dropping into a squat in the same motion. She had to fling out a hand to balance herself. Parker caught her by the wrist and immediately felt Meagan throw her weight onto him. “Thanks, lover,” she gasped gratefully—and began peeing even as she spoke. It gushed out in a torrent, her usual dam-breaking style. Her piss spattered a little even on turf, she sprayed so hard. Parker took a step back—Meagan gave a startled yip as he shifted her weight with his move—and saw her stream sparking in the lowering light. He felt his heart hammering. Also as usual, she did not pee very long. She let out a groan of vast relief as her stream tapered off. “Okay, that felt really really good to let go,” she said. “I’ll bet. You’ve been holding—how long?” “Too long. Which is why I didn’t actually make it all the way.” She dropped to her knees and pulled her jeans back up over her butt, but didn’t zip up. “Kneel down with me,” she said, tugging on his hand. He did so. “Your turn to let something go,” she murmured, even though no one was anywhere nearby to overhear. “Huh?” Meagan just undid his pants and maneuvered his erection out through the fly of his boxers. His hard-on looked angry and red. She stroked him gently, and whispered, “I’ll bet you need to come pretty badly, after being hard for me for so long.” “Uh-huh…” “Well, some days I make you wait, but I figure that traffic was rough on both of us, so not today,” she murmured again, stroking him a little faster. “Did you like it when I pissed on the floor of the car?” “Yeah… I kinda did…” “Did you like it when I told you to get hard for me?” “Uhhh…” “I’ll take that as a yes.” She glanced around again—not nervous now, but watchful, sly, a quirk at the corners of her mouth and a hint of mischief in her eye. “Let go for me, lover,” she said, and kissed his cheek. “Remember the way my piss just shot out of me in the car? I wanna see you spurt the same way.” With such encouragement, it didn’t take too long. He moaned a little, jerked a little—and yes, his spunk did launch in a little arc into the grass. “There we go,” she said softly. “Better for both of us now.” “Mmmm. Thank you.” “Of course.” ---------------- They hung out at the shore until after the sun went down, sitting on the rocks, watching the lights of downtown come on. Parker peed in the grass himself, and Meagan did a second time not long after dusk fell. But the fun was over for the moment; mostly they talked and star-gazed and wave-watched and generally loved each other. The kids had gone home, it seemed; the lot was near-empty. Meagan stood up and stretched. “Ready to go?” she said. “Well, we should go back to the car,” Parker replied, “but maybe not leave just yet.” “Oh?” “I just thought—nobody seems to be around. And you did say you wanted to try out the vibrator ASAP. And that you didn’t want to try it with Celia around…” Meagan grabbed his face between her hands, pulled him close, and kissed him fervently. “You are amazing, lover,” she said—and, grabbing his hand, nearly dragged him to the car. A short time later she was lying back in his arms in the back seat, jeans around her knees (she never had gotten her underwear back on), moaning, panting, shivering, writhing. “Oh god does that feel good,” she gasped. He kissed her neck, which was readily available. “Let go for me,” he whispered in her ear. “Let go for me, my love. Go ahead and come.” And when she did, he was glad that no one was within a quarter-mile to hear her.
  6. Heyyy everyone!! Got another story for ya! This one's pretty long, but it's a 2-for-1! If you want to skip the build up and get straight to the pee, go to paragraph 5 for the first part and paragraph 7 for the second. Hope you enjoy!! Earlier this week, I went out of town for an event. It wasn't far enough to justify the cost of flying, but with a 8-hour drive one way, it was plenty far enough to enjoy some pee fun along the way! I made it to the event without incident, but the same can't quite be said for the return . Needless to say, after the drive there and the event itself, I was pretty toasted by the end of the day, so I checked into a motel and stayed the night. I'm not much of a morning person, so I figured, with a day off from work and some time in a fresh city, what's the rush? I slept in and enjoyed some time around town before I dragged myself back to the car at about 4PM. Both for health purposes and the obvious pleasures that coincide, I try to keep pretty thoroughly hydrated throughout the day. Today was no exception. I had run by a gas station during my excursion downtown and filled one of those "Big Gulp" cups to the rim with water and had been nursing it throughout the day. I knew I'd have to stop a few times on my way back, but that didn't bother me too much. I made a quick preemptive run to the bathroom and, with all of my things packed into the back seat and my "Big Gulp" cup by my side, I set off for the long journey home. One thing I didn't account for: Rush hour. I'm not accustomed to taking days off in the middle of the week, and rush hour isn't a huge deal where I live, so it didn't even occur to me to consider other people's commutes home. An hour in, and I was totally gridlocked on the highway. Brilliant. To make matters worse (or better? I guess it depends on your perspective ), I was gradually becoming aware of my increasing need to urinate. I wasn't about to explode just yet, but I knew I needed to find a solution--and quickly. I glanced around nervously. Moving wasn't realistic at this point, let alone getting to an exit and finding a place to relieve myself. I comforted myself with delusions that this traffic jam may clear up any time and that, if I just managed to distract myself, I'd be fine. I cranked up my radio and began singing along with it. Boston, anyone? I was going to be okay. I glanced over to the car next to me and saw the driver chuckling at me singing to myself. I grinned at her and carried on, knowing I needed to distract myself. The problem here being that, by focusing on my need to distract myself, I emphasized my growing need to pee that much more. "It's okay," I told myself, "You don't need to go that badly just yet." Another 20 minutes passed and we'd barely made any headway. Every time we crept forward, my heart would leap, only to tumble back down into my depths of my stomach when we stopped again. It seemed, according to the radio, there was a minor accident ahead that was slowing things down even more. Little did they know, there was a serious possibility of a different kind of accident occurring between my legs. By now I'd abandoned any hope of distracting myself. I was swaying back and forth and fidgeting, the urge to pee feeling pretty severe by now. I was frantically looking around for solutions. Sure, I could just wet myself in my car, but as much as I love my fetish, I love the condition of my car more. With that possibility ruled out, there wasn't much left. I was foolish enough to wear jeans today instead of a skirt, meaning that if I stepped out of my car, any wetting would be blatantly obvious to all who sat idly around me. Similarly, I couldn't exactly bare my lady bits for all of the commuters to watch cascades of urine gush from them. That left one option. My eyes fell onto my "Big Gulp" cup as my hand found its way to my crotch. I didn't like the idea of attempting this in my car, but I had no other option. I took my hand from my crotch and grasp the cup. Shoot. It still had a little water. I briefly considered chucking the water out the window, but wanted to hold off in case I needed to dispose of my pee without suspicion. Nothing else to do, I chugged the last little bit. By now, it was urgent. I bobbed back and forth as I undid my seatbelt. I quickly glanced around to ensure there were no tractor trailers or other tall vehicles around me--as badly as I had to go, I wasn't about to give a free show (not that I really had a choice, looking back now). Hallelujah. Only sedans surrounded me. I hurriedly undid my jeans and tried to discreetly pull them down. This was going to be a challenge. Maybe if I removed my shoes? Just then, the woman behind me honked. I jumped, startled, nearly peeing myself right then. We had gained a whopping 10 feet. I pulled up behind the car in front of me and set the hand brake. My hand firmly in place upon my nether regions, I frantically took off my shoes and tossed them into the passenger seat. Next, the jeans came off, revealing my blue panties. I seriously hoped nobody could see what I was doing, but I didn't care enough at the time to check. With every second that passed by, my bladder ballooned that much more, threatening to soil my car. Next came the panties, revealing my bare downstairs for anyone who happened to have a tall enough ride. I grabbed the cup and tried to position it. How exactly was I going to manage this? The steering wheel was proving problematic. What I would've given at this moment to have a penis. In my frustration, I glanced up to make sure the traffic hadn't moved. Thankfully, it was stationary. I looked back down at my predicament. "Okay," I muttered, "Let's try this." I slid forward a bit, getting my butt off of the seat, and pressing my abdomen against the steering wheel. "This is gonna have to work." I said at last. I positioned the cup beneath where I hoped my urethra would spill, and let loose. Within about a second, the floodgates had burst open and a rush of pee shot (thankfully) straight into the cup, pattering loudly as it accumulated at the bottom. "Oh my gosh," I exclaimed with relief as the cup grew heavier with my pee. It was a really bizarre sensation to be sitting there, surrounded by so many people, peeing into a cup, of all things, in my car. I closed my eyes and put my head back as the spurt continued below. After a moment, the cup was getting heavy enough that I had to grab the bottom of it with my free hand. It felt warm and enticing in my grip. I smiled as the last few dribbles emerged and found their way to the steamy pool below. It was then I remembered I was still supposed to be driving. I glanced up nervously. Thankfully, the traffic still hadn't budged. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought ahead to the toilet paper predicament. Fortunately, I wore panties that day and could let them sop up what remained. I cautiously placed the cup back into its holder and admired my handywork as I pulled my panties up and dabbed myself dry. There was still quite a bit of space in the cup, but the pee was pretty clear, meaning I could probably dispose of it without too much suspicion, should the need arise. I nervously glanced outside my car again, but thankfully everyone was totally oblivious, playing on their phones or fidgeting around with papers. I didn't bother putting my jeans back on, figuring I'd need to pee again before getting out of this mess of traffic. Instead, I covered my lap with them, obscuring my nearly-nude lower half in case any tall vehicles passed me. It turned out this was a wise move, as I had to use the cup several times again before getting out of that jam. Thankfully, I only needed to dump it out my window once. After tacking about 2 hours onto my drive, I finally managed to get out of that traffic fiasco (lesson learned for future trip planning). Much of the rest of the trip was fairly uneventful. Despite the fond feelings I have developed for it by then, I disposed of my cup at my next stop. All of my efforts to relieve myself were done at gas stations and rest stops from that point forward, but my last one was particularly notable. It was 1AM. I was about an hour from home and nobody was on the road. I had enough pee that I could go, but it wasn't super urgent. Regardless, by this point I was excited about my pee endeavors of the day, but totally mind-numbed and frazzled from the drive. I was exhausted, so when I saw a rest stop by the side of the road, I took the opportunity. I wanted to do something naughty--anything. It was deserted and it didn't seem like anyone would be making any surprise visits...soooo...why not pop into the men's room and give it a go? I did a quick walk around the stop to make sure there wasn't anybody who I might've overlooked. The coast was clear. I made my way to the door and stood outside. This would be my first time using a multi-occupancy men's room and, even though I knew the probability of someone walking in on me was next to naught, I still felt a jolt of adrenaline. My heart surged as I pushed open the door. The light flicked on and revealed several urinals and several stalls, opposing a row of sinks. It was cleaner than I was anticipating, especially compared to the single-occupancy men's room I've used at a gas station near my home. I felt a sense of urgency, not to pee, but to hurry, just in case anybody happened upon me. My heart pounded in my chest as I considered where I would pee. I could use a stall in any old bathroom, so I didn't want to do that. I'm still not confident enough in my skills to attempt a urinal (someday). I scanned the room before me, with my eyes ultimately landing on a floor drain in the middle of the bathroom. Perfect. I quickly fumbled to get my lower clothing off, taking care not to step onto the floor with my socks (I shudder to think of what bacterial horrors lie there). I shuddered with excitement as I set my clothes onto the paper towel dispenser and made my way, butt-naked, to the floor drain. I squatted over it and noted that I was trembling as I attempted to position myself (funny how such a simple thing can cause such excitement!!). Finally, I let 'er rip! Here I was, squatting right in front of a bunch of urinals, leaking my bladder into a floor drain. I giggled with delight and tried, with no success, to calm down my trembling. I felt a cool spatter bouncing back from the drain cover and showering my thighs. I adjusted to alleviate this, missing the drain a bit in the process, sending a bit of pee spurting outward and forming a small puddle on the floor. Unfortunately, the last little bit came to a dribbly end far too soon. I stood up to grab some toilet paper and laughed when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, my naked vulva dripping with pee, contrasting the men's toilets in the background. I'm not gonna lie, I felt a small and strange sense of pride for being there (girl power?). I retrieved the toilet paper, wiped myself clean, including my thighs, and stood once more before the mirror. I knew I should be quick, but I wanted to savor the image just a bit longer (really mature, I know). I fiddled with myself very briefly for good measure, then put my clothes on and washed up. Drunk with triumphant delirium, I pointed at the urinals as I left and proclaimed, "Soon!" I left the bathroom, looking back at the "Men" sign on my way out. The cool evening breeze hugged me as I trod back to my car. Despite being very tired by that point, the excitement carried me the rest of the way home.
  7. I had to share this story that happened this morning. I live in north Phoenix, but the only job I could get after I graduated was at a lab in Tempe next to the ASU campus. Luckily there is a free shuttle I can ride to and from work, which connects ASU's Tempe campus with ASU's West campus (lowering my commute from 40 miles each way to 5 miles / saves big on my gas bill). So on weekdays I find myself taking this shuttle, which leaves every half hour. I normally catch the 8:30 shuttle every morning. This morning, however, I was walking up to the shuttle stop and saw a shuttle approaching. It was 8:25, and the shuttles were never that early to the second stop at the west campus, because they couldn't leave the first stop near the dorms until exactly every half hour. I figured it must have been the 8am shuttle and ran to catch it. The shuttle driver was a cute 30-year-old girl with glasses and curly blonde hair. She seemed irritated as I and other students approached, and told us as soon as the students riding it got off: "I can take you if you are going to Tempe. If you are going to the downtown campus you will need to wait ten minutes for the next shuttle, since I will be skipping that stop." That worked for me, as well as 2 of the other 3 students. We took out seats, and I ended up somewhere near the middle of the shuttle. I was about to put my earphones in, but overheard the driver talking to a guy in the front row. She was talking about how bad the traffic was, and how two roads she wanted to take were closed. She mentioned how upset she was at only having 30 minutes to race between campuses. Right before I put my earphones in I heard her say, "...And I have to pee really bad. My lunch break isn't until 9:30 and I just keep telling myself that I have to make it." That got my attention, but I couldn't just head up to the front row of the shuttle, as it was full. She stopped talking, so after a while I put my earphones in and started listening to some DJ Melodie to take my mind off what the cute driver said. I didn't need someone looking over at me and seeing a huge boner, obviously. Traffic was bad, and we didn't pull into the Tempe campus until about 9:10, even skipping the downtown campus only helped the shuttle by 15 minutes, and we were still 10 minutes behind. I heard the driver sound really excited for making up that much time. As she pulled up to the curb, she said, "...And now I get to pee." There is a bathroom at the back of the shuttle. As soon as she stopped the shuttle and opened the doors, all the students started standing up and exiting the shuttle. Since it was packed, there were a lot of students who needed to grab their things and exit, and even being in the middle took me almost a minute to get off. About as soon as the first students started exiting the shuttle, the driver jumped to her feet. But she made no attempt to exit and use the closest bathroom (about 300 feet, or 100 meters away). She probably wanted to save some time by just using the bathroom at the back of the shuttle, but she would have to wait for all the people getting off, first. As I approached the front, I saw her fidgeting, and she started doing a pee dance with her left leg as she kept her right leg perfectly still. She was shaking her left leg against her right leg nervously, like she couldn't control it. She must have caught me staring as I was exiting (probably with my jaw hanging open), because she stopped for a few seconds and smiled at me. I told her, "Have a good one." Her smile widened as she said "I will." I was in no hurry to get to work, so after getting off the shuttle I watched her start pee dancing away again, waiting for the last 20 people to exit. Then before any students started getting on the shuttle, she raced to the bathroom at the back. She looked super-desperate. :) I wonder if she didn't skip the downtown stop, then would she have been a full half hour behind schedule and have to miss her lunch and hold it for the rest of her shift...