Posted by Lionheart on October 11, 2000 at 15:17
Many of you are probably aware that I’ve been in a dry spell for some time. Well, yesterday (10th of October 2000), I had the day off, and decided it was time for some wet fun and games!
I was up and around before my daughter left for school, and once she was on her way, I quickly showered and had a light breakfast. Light, that is, except for three large glasses of ice tea. I planned on running a couple of errands, to return a couple of tapes to Blockbuster and also to mail a bill at the post office. After organizing that part of the trip, it was time to organize other aspects.
I took a dark blue towel (matches the seat color in my car) along with a white plastic trash sack and, after folding them neatly, placed them under my car seat. As I left the house, I felt the first urges of my filling bladder.
The post office and Blockbuster were done in just a few minutes, so I stopped in a local grocery store to cash a check, in order to have cash on hand for some planned visits to filling stations. There are several within a few miles of where I live that have no restroom, and I planned on dropping in to a few of them before lunchtime. So, errands complete, I set out looking for an accident waiting to happen.
I went to two or three places locally, and by driving through the lot determined that only guys were working in these places. Nothing against guys, but I prefer a primarily female audience, and if a guy happens to be a secondary spectator, then so be it. Anyway, I pressed on in my search. I came to a British Petroleum (BP) station on Hamilton Road just south of I-70, and there was a young Indian woman working there. I asked her for the restroom, and she said they had none, but told me to go to a Media Play store across the street. Well, another of my requirements for a realistic “accident” is that “the girl” must not offer an easily accessible alternative to a locked, occupied, or non-existent restroom. If she does, then it pretty much tubes a realistic excuse. That actually happened twice yesterday, at the BP and also at a Sunoco station. Ah well, that’s what happens sometimes. Anyhow, at one point I did have to actually go into a restroom at another Sunoco to relieve a little pressure before continuing.
I went north on Hamilton to Broad Street, and turned west, toward downtown Columbus. It was now about 11:00 a.m. I passed a couple of potentially good sites, meaning restrooms outside the main area, but a quick drive-through revealed they were staffed by mainly guys, and also had no women at the pumps filling their cars. So, I continued westward, until I got to a BP on the southwest corner of Broad and James Street. On pulling in, I was able to tell that two black women were working inside, and there was also a woman at one of the pumps that had just started filling her small SUV.
I had a really good urge to go, and although it wasn’t exploding, I knew I definitely wouldn’t have to push to get things started. I walked in, slightly bent at the waist, and asked the attendant if they had a restroom.
“No, I’m sorry, but is there anything else I can help you with?” she asked.
“I need gas, but I really need a restroom, too!” I stammered with an apologetic smile.
She smiled slightly, with obvious sympathy, and suggested the Shell station across the street. Well, here’s where I deviated from my own rule, and decided it was now or never. With a look of defeat, I shook my head slightly and went outside to fill my car.
The SUV lady had finished and was leaving, and as I tried to fill my car nothing happened, so I went back inside, to pay first to get the pump to work. I walked with my knees pressed together just slightly, with a very slightly bent over stance. I deliberately gave her more than I knew it would cost, to insure that I’d have to return for change, and went back to start filling the tank.
At this point, a black PT Cruiser with two women pulled up to the island next to me, and the driver got out to fill her car. She had light jeans and sunglasses on, and as far as I could tell, never looked at me. I was wearing brown corduroy slacks, a dark gray pullover shirt, and a light gray windbreaker.
At 11:13 a.m., as we both filled our cars, I began to shift my weight from foot to foot, crossing and uncrossing my legs just as I relaxed and let myself go. As I felt the stream pressure beginning, I glanced at the window at the girl inside, who had an unobstructed view of my situation. She was looking in the general direction, but I couldn’t tell if it was at me or not.
By that time, the stream had drenched the front of my white cotton briefs, and was running evenly down both my legs past my knees, causing a warm, spreading darkness to expand rapidly across my thighs. The cords were so absorbent that the wetness diffused rather rapidly through the materiel, which actually diminished some of the contrast between wet and dry. I made a mental note to stick to jeans in the future. Anyway, for the immediate moment, I had a very nice feeling of spreading warmth that glistened noticeably as it was pulled by gravity in broad rivulets that spattered around my feet, warming my ankles as my socks became soaked.
Through all this, the PT Cruiser lady never even looked my way, despite being only twenty feet apart with nothing to block her view. Bummer. After I was done filling my car and emptying my bladder, I walked inside, and saw that there was a guy who’d come in from the other side, and was standing at the counter. He was a snack vendor, and was filling out some paperwork on a clipboard as attendant girl number two assisted him. Neither of them noticed me as I went around him to girl number one to get my change. She must have seen at least some of my desperation at the pump, but not the actual wetting, based on what she then said to me:
Her: “I understand how you feel, I’ve been there. Shell’s the closest other bathroom.”
Me: “Well, I appreciate it, but it’s umm, a little too late, I’m afraid.”
Her: (Glancing at profusely soaked front) “Oohhh….!”
Me: “Yeah, I’m really sorry…”
Her: “It’s okay, I understand.”
Me: “Thanks…I should have gone to Shell to begin with, I guess.” At this point, I was turning to leave.
Her: “Have a good day.”
Me: “Thanks.” I walked out to my car, and as I was opening the door to get in, I noticed an attractive blonde in a car about 70 feet away, at a drive-up phone booth. She had a good view of me, and acting as if I didn’t notice her, I spent several seconds sorting my keys while giving her a good unobstructed view. She did look over at me at least once, for perhaps two to three seconds, but I didn’t see any obvious reaction on her part. A few moments later, she drove off.
As I drove home, now sitting on the towel and plastic, I gradually felt another urge building, and as I waited for a stoplight at Broad and Hamilton, I relaxed and let the overwhelming feeling of near-orgasmic bliss wash over me as I once again completely soaked my brown cords.
When I got home, I was able to pull up near my back door and make my way inside completely unnoticed. Definitely a good ending to a great morning!
Lionheart
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