Posted by Delurker on January 02, 1999 at 15:57
Right, it's time for another delurk, from South Africa...... :)
This particular story happened a couple of years ago and I had forgotten the incident until one of the posting lasses here, related her story in the bathroom of a filling station.
However........
One day after after the local motor racing meeting had come to an end, there were streams (sorry - Ahem) of cars coming away from the racetrack and making their respective ways homeward.
I happened to be refueling my car at one of the filling stations a short way from the track. While busy, I idly watched another car heave to outside the loos. It was plainly evident that much partying had been going on as the car radio was turned up to distortion level.
From the front passenger side emerged a woman appearing to be in her early 30's. She had a yellow/orange floral sundress on and she looked a tad sunburned, - But boy, was she wrecked. She'd had a real skinfull! She could hardly walk. From an observers position, there was a lot of inebriated determination in this lass.
She put her hand on the bonnet of the car to slow the earth's rotation somewhat, then put a whole lot of effort in to try and focus on the building with the loos in. Her other hand was jammed between her legs.
Of course, being the prevert (that's BEFORE you become a pervert) I am, I earnestly began checking my car's tyres, oil, radiator water, ashtrays, anything to keep watching.
Getting to the loo was a mission in itself. The co-ordination must have been mind boggling - because, although progress was being made it was only in the GENERAL direction of the loo. You could almost imagine her sying to herself, "who the hell is moving that building".
Anyway, after what she might have described as an eternity, she made her unsteady way to the loo door. And behold it was locked. And ye, she was sore distressed. But she wasn't feeling any pain, there was just that blank look on her face induced by an excess of the OH stuff.
The brain having registered that access to the aforementioned convenience was a non-negotiable no no, she looked down and began widdling in her pants. After a second or two, she turned around to face the cars and sat down on the loo step. You could see the wee running in a stream down the step onto the filling station forecourt. I would love to have known what was going on in her mind because she kept lifting her dress to look underneath and to touch her panties.
If she hadn't been so smashed, it would have been more of a turn-on that comical. However, when she'd finished she got unsteadily to her feet and meandered off to the car. A furious argument with the other occupants of the car ensued in drunken slo-mo as she tried to negotiate her place in the car. The driver was apparently having none of it and had closed the door. After a while he relented and someone from the back passed what appeared to be a cardigan out to her - which she first used to dry her legs, and then to put on the front seat. Amid more arguments and the throbbing beat of a cheap car radio, they rode off into my memories.
I trust this little tale will provide some amusement. Constructive comments of all types are welcomed - but favourable ones will result in me inflicting another tale upon this message board - maybe :)
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