Posted by Lionheart on May 17, 2001 at 16:32
Here’s the rest of what happened on the night of January 19th, after the episode at the BP station in Pittsburgh.
Quite soaked and a little cold from peeing in my jeans at about 10:15 p.m., I headed south on Truck Route 19 toward downtown Pittsburgh. Although I was quite pleased with how things went at the BP, I was still in the mood to do it again for some reason. So, bladder filling again slowly from the multiple diet sodas I had consumed earlier, I meandered generally southward through the city, an accident waiting to happen!
Eventually, I wound up several miles outside of town, and headed west on what appeared to be a fairly well traveled two-lane road. Well, anyone who’s familiar with the Pittsburgh suburbs and western Pennsylvania probably knows that many of those normal looking roads wind up twisting for miles throughout the countryside, with no sign of civilization to be seen. And that’s how it was turning out for me, as my throbbing bladder fought more urgently with each passing minute for relief.
Running the heat inside my car kept it comfortably warm, and I turned on the dome light a couple of times to inspect the slowly drying and diffusing area of wetness. It had spread quite wide across the entire front of my jeans by this time, and to be honest, it wasn’t strikingly apparent that I had wet pants unless they were looked at closely. Of course, the darkness of a late and cloudy night helped to conceal the evidence also.
So I’m driving on and on through endless little turns and curves through the middle of nowhere, now very tempted to just give in and soak myself yet again, when I suddenly come around a turn into the little town of Oakdale. And just as I enter the town, I see a Texaco station on the right, which is still open. It was about 11:30 p.m. if I remember correctly
I pulled into the station, but not up to the pumps, as I didn’t need gas. It was a relatively small station, with a white concrete block building and only a couple of pumps, set on a slight incline, if I remember correctly. Another car was there filling up, and as I got out of my car to stagger up to the window, a woman from the other car walked up to the window as well. She was a pretty decent looking blonde from what I could see of her, and was dressed in a smart, well-fitting black or very dark blue pants suit. Her hair hung a little past shoulder length, with slightly wavy curls. I didn’t get a good look at her face, as I was behind her when we both arrived at the window.
She started to pay for her gas, and also asked the clerk for something else, either cigarettes, a soda, lottery ticket…I can’t remember. But the clerk was pretty attractive as well. She was about five feet tall, with straight light brown hair that also hung past her shoulder. If I remember, she was in jeans and a plaid flannel shirt. As the blonde was handing money to the clerk through the window, I was engaged in a vigorous desperation dance, from being genuinely about to lose control.
“Excuse me…” I said to the blonde to get her attention. “Could you please ask her if there’s a restroom I can use? I’m sorry, but it’s an emergency!”
Without turning to face me, the blonde replied “I don’t think they have one, but I’ll ask.”
The clerk overheard enough of the conversation to get the main idea of what was being said, and started to reply to the blonde. “Actually, we do have one if…”
“Oh God…oh no!” I exclaimed, before she could finish, as I let myself lose control suddenly. I relaxed, and instantly my penis gushed an intensely warm raging torrent into my slightly damp jeans. The blonde turned and looked as a huge, shiny patch of darkness exploded across the front of my jeans and swept rapidly down both legs in a widening river. I was peeing with such force that I could actually hear it gushing through my white cotton briefs, which spread the warmth wider across the front of my once again warmed faded jeans. The sound was very much like a garden hose laying in the grass as it gushes water out along the ground. I could feel the twin streams dribbling against my ankles as they collected around my feet, spreading a large, growing puddle that trickled lazily across the concrete platform we were standing on next to the window.
“Ooops…my goodness…!” was all the blonde could bring herself to say, and then turned back to the window to get her change. As this was happening, the clerk girl motioned me to a side door. I stepped around the blonde woman, who was still putting money back into her purse.
“Here, sir...we have a restroom inside I can let you use.”
“Thanks, but…it’s too late. I, uhh…I’m afraid I’ve just had an accident.” Her gaze momentarily dropped to my sopping wet, still dripping jeans.
“Gosh, I’m sorry!” she replied.
“I’m terribly sorry…this is extremely embarrassing, I really am sorry!”
“Well…that’s okay, sometimes it just happens.”
She stepped back into the station, and I went back near where the blonde in the black pants suit was. Money and belongings safely in her purse, she was turning to leave.
“I’m very sorry,” I sheepishly exclaimed as she stepped carefully around the intricate network of rivulets which had spread across the concrete. “I wish I’d got here two minutes sooner!”
“That’s okay.” she replied with a smile as she walked toward her car.
I turned back to the window to talk to the clerk girl again. “I’m really sorry about all this…I’ve been driving for some time trying to find Route 22, and also needed a restroom pretty bad, and as soon as I got out of my car…well, with the cold and standing up, I just couldn’t hold it any longer. I can’t believe this happened.”
“Hey, don’t worry. Accidents can happen to anyone!” she replied.
After asking her for directions to the general area I was headed, I thanked her, and headed back toward where I was staying. But, before returning to my room, I did stop at a BP station and change into spare clothes before returning to my room.
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