Posted by debra on May 13, 2001 at 09:31
TAXI CAB RIDE
In september 2000 i had reason to take a taxi ride to nottingham which i was told would take approx 3 and a half to 4 hours from where i lived, it was a very spur of the moment thing and i had no time to plan for the trip, so there wasnt anything i could do about the fact that the rather salty bacon id had for breakfast had led to my drinking olmost 6 cans of diet cola as well as my ussuell "cant do without" 3 or 4 mugs of tea, which had i known id be going on this journey i most ceartinaly wouldNOT have drank, but i had no time to worry about that i had to leave right away, i got in cab the driver whos name was Dave wasnt bad looking i suppose, mid 40s, he was the chatty type but i wasnt in the mood for conversation and i guess with my irritated abrupt yes and no answers he got the message and continued the drive in silence, i sensed he thought i was rude but i didnt care, about half n hour into the journey i began to feel the need to go, but i was too shy to say anything especialy with the way id been so abrupt with him eairlier so i had no choice but to sit and hold it and hope it wouldnt get worse, i was wearing tight black jeans because i had had no time to change into somthing more comfortable, but during the next half hour my need rapidly increased at an alarming rate, i realy realy needed to go badly, now im not a driver but i know enough to know its illeagle to pull over on a moterway, i tried not to fidget but i couldnt help it i was desperate for a pee, Dave noticed my anxiety and asked if i was allright, not wanting to confide in him i said "yes im fine" although in reality i was anything but allright, my desparation was rapidly getting so intense and i was frantic with worry, the last thing i wanted to do was to show myself up in frount of a stranger whom i didnt like very much and whom id be confined in the car with for the next couple of hours that would be uncomfortably embarassing, but i was bursting, my desparation was so intense that it was either "say" somthing to him, or hed "see" somthing on the floor of his car before too long of that i was in no doubt, "is there anywhere on this moterway we can stop for a few minutes" i asked trying to sound as causuel as i could, "why whats up" he replied irritated, but as much as i wanted to i just couldnt admit it i just couldnt, "i want to buy a magazine to read" i replied trying so hard to hide the frantic desparation i was feeling, "well ok then" he replied "i could do with a coffee, theres a service station about 60 miles ahead" 60 miles, i felt both a mixture of relief and anxiety, relief that we would be stopping before nottingham, but i knew i couldnt hold on for another 60 miles no way, i was olmost in tears with worry, the waves of intense desparation were getting too much and i could no longer act normel, i was having to hold myself and fidget, i couldnt sit straight on the seat, i no longer cared if he noticed or not i was way past caring all i was concerned about was desparatly trying very hard not to wet myself, "now whats up" he asked "do you need to go to the toilet" he asked "yes im sorry" i whimpered "im realy desperate" well just hang on" he said crossly the service station is only about another 40 miles up the road" "i dont think i can, im sorry" i sobbed as another strong wave overcame me and i had to hold my breath to regain control, "well youd better" he snapped "im tired of having to have my car seats cleaned because you girls have got no self control" i found that by sitting right on the edge of the car seat and undoing my jeans gave me a slightly better hold, i was able to hold my croch firmly with both hands and cross my legs at the same time, and as long as i kept intense concentration and not take any deep breaths i knew i had some chance of making it---but it was only a chance, 10 minutes like this and then i felt an urge i couldnt control, i knew i was loosing it when i felt quite a long spurt of pee escape through my tightly clenched hands enough to drip onto the floor, fortuntly Dave didnt notice and i held tighter, but when it happened again moments later i knew id lost the battle, "ooohhh no, no, im sorry, oohh no, i cant hold it any longer" i cried as the drips turned to a stream and slowly but steadily a large puddle appeared at my feet, as every last drop from my bladder seeped through my knickers and jeans, the relief of an empty bladder was undescribable, Dave just looked annoyed, he slowed his driving down and when we eventualy got to the service station he slammed the door and said "im going for a coffee you get yourself cleaned up ill give you 20 minutes then were on our way again" i went into the restroom rubbed myself to a wonderfull climax and cleaned up as best i could, the rest of the journey was completed in silence.
i realy hope you enjoyed that as much as i enjoyed writing it
DEBRA
Email: debra800@hotmail.com