Trapped In A Car...
TRAPPED IN A CAR...
I am a 40 year old, good looking woman. I love a good road trip and was very excited that my dear friend, Lisa, was joining me for a 12 hour trip. I was not so prepared for what happened along the way.
We were about 5 hours into the trip, passing through Phoenix, AZ. It was the middle of the afternoon and it was hot. The sun felt like it was never going to quit, as it was almost 102 degrees in the shade. I was really glad I had tinted windows and air conditioning!
We stopped at a Circle K and both Lisa and I went in and got a huge 44 oz soda. We did not use the restrooms, so the sign said it was out of order. I didn't think I had to pee too badly, so we continued on. After another hour of driving, and sipping on that huge soda, I realized that I really had to go!
I told Lisa to keep her eyes open for an easy place to jump off the road and into a fast food place (they always have bathrooms!) We continued on for about 12 minutes, which felt like an hour, and I was starting to get desperate. It was really starting to hurt. I was not sure that I was going to make it to the next restroom. I looked over at Lisa, who by this time was shifting her position in the seat next to me, obviously in the same situation that I was in.
Then it got really bad... we came upon road construction! Wouldn't you know it, the guy with the flag and the sign stopped us, and pointed to the sign that said "wait for pilot car, one way only" . I though I was going to die. My bladder was already at it's max limit and was really needing to pee. I opened the window and asked the nice man how long this was going to take. He replied "the average is 9 minutes each way".
Lisa had tears in her eyes, and said she really had to go. I told her to just to jump out and squat by the car door and she said she would love to, except there was a police officer behind us! I looked in the mirror, and sure enough, there he was, with a rookie in the car as well. Just my luck.
I told her that maybe we should just pee a little, in our jeans while we seated in the car, to relieve some of the pressure. She was not comfortable doing that, but did not have many other options. She was concerned about the seats and I told her that I did not care, as I was ready to burst myself!
I saw her bite her lower lip and look down and noticed a huge wet spot, right in the middle of her tight jeans. That was all it took. I could not control myself any longer and looked down just in time to see my hot pee spraying out and covering my crotch and my legs. Damn, it felt so good.
We did not have any extra clothes so I suggested we go to a car wash and spray each other off while we were pretending to wash the car, therefore eliminating some of the "obvious" evidence. We drove another 27 miles to the car wash and I will never tell Lisa this, but I was very comfortable "letting go" one more time, while driving to the car wash. I wonder if she knew?
Written By: Tammy