Posted by Lionheart on May 17, 2001 at 16:28
This account is of what happened on the 19th of January, while I was spending the weekend in Pittsburgh on business. There is a lot of conversation that occurred with this episode, and while I don’t remember the exact word for word account of the entire episode, I’ve done the best I can to remember and record as accurately as possible the exchange that took place about 10:15 p.m. that night.
I finished duty in the early afternoon, and that evening decided to go to Ross Park Mall, on the north side of town. I was hoping and planning for another performance in a place like Penney’s, Kaufmanns, or Lazarus, so I began drinking large quantities of diet soda and tea before heading out, and also while on the way.
When I got to the mall, I was feeling the first warm tingles of the urge to go, but was planning on doing whatever it took to get the “losing control” urgency just at closing time, in order to be desperately looking while the clerks were getting ready to close. Well, as fate would have it, I was fairly desperate, but not bursting, at closing time, plus as the store was closing, and I was “searching” for the bathrooms, the “door locker nazis” were maddeningly efficient at herding customers toward the exits. I can’t describe the reaction I felt, but in my mind it sounded just like when Pac Man is killed by the little monsters on the old video game.
So, desperation building to the critical point, I went outside to my car and left the mall, driving south on Truck Rt. 19. I knew of a couple of gas stations without restrooms, and stopped at one in particular. I had to get out of my car to see who was working inside, and saw that it was some guy, and he was the only one there. I went through the motions of asking for a restroom; sorry we don’t have one, yada yada yada. So, I climbed back in, now genuinely hopping and dancing to keep in control. As I drove away, I clutched my penis through my medium dark faded wranglers, and experienced momentary incontinence as several hot, powerful spurts jetted into my jeans, soaking the front around my bulge.
I continued south for a couple of more blocks, and saw a BP station on the right, and pulled in. Noticing a woman at one of the islands, I pulled up to the opposite side, right next to her car. She was about mid-40ish, somewhat slim, with average looks and light brown hair that didn’t quite go to her shoulders. She wore jeans and a long, dark coat. I had a gray windbreaker on, so my jeans were going to be quite visible for what was about to happen.
I stepped out of my car, and over to the pump, using my debit card to pay, then started the pump. I turned to her after that, and in a pleading voice, asked her if she knew if there was a restroom inside. She said yes, and turned to point at a door on the side of the building, and that’s when I lost it.
I felt a sudden, massive feeling of relief engulf my whole lower body, as well as the tingling jet of warmth as it gushed powerfully over my vertical member before trickling copiously over my balls. Of course, the jeans were instantly drenched, and I felt exquisite warmth envelope the insides of my legs and fronts of my thighs, all the way to my ankles before it began splattering silently onto the concrete where it ran slowly away in a series of thin rivulets.
“Oh my gosh...are you okay, sir?!” she asked suddenly, her eyes going quite wide. She watched for several seconds as I stood there, peeing full force into my jeans.
“Oh God…ummm….I’m having an accident, I’m afraid…I’m really sorry!”
“Are you all right? Do you need help?” she repeated, definite concern in her voice.
“I’m okay...I just couldn’t hold it any more…Oh God, this is so embarrassing!”
“Do you need any help?” she asked again, genuinely alarmed. “Do you have a medical condition or something?”
“No, actually…I…I’ve been looking for a bathroom for some time, and…most places are either out of order, or don’t have one, so I tried to get to it here, and…well…I just couldn’t hold it finally. I’m sorry, this is so mortifying!”
“Oh, hey, it’s all right”, she continued, “I have a friend who’s husband has spinabifida, and he wears a catheter because he can’t control when he has to go…I just wanted to make sure you weren’t sick or anything!”
“Oh…well, thank you so much! No, I just had bad luck finding a place to go. I’ve had a few cups of coffee earlier, and well, I guess it caught up with me. Man, This is embarrassing!”
Well, I’m glad you’re okay. You know, there’s a McDonalds back up the road, did you try it?”
“Umm…no, actually…where is it?”
If you came from the north, it was about a block up that way.” She pointed in the general direction of north. Why didn’t I stop there? I needed a good excuse fast!
“Wow…I was holding it so hard I must not have noticed it, since I was mainly looking for service stations.”
“Well, just don’t wait so long, because I know how bad it can get!”
“Yeah, you’re right…I’m terribly sorry about this!”
“Please, it’s okay, you just had an accident that can happen to anyone. Do you want me to run and get you a pair of sweatpants and underwear or something?”
“Oh…uh, no, thank you anyway…”
“Well, we have to figure out something so you can be on your way…are you sure you don’t want me to follow you to a Kmart or Wal-Mart? If we can get you some dry clothes, you could change at my house.”
“Thank you very much, but it’s really okay…you don’t have to do that. Besides, is anything like that open now?” I looked at my watch.
“Well, you’re right, they probably are closed by now.” She replied. “Where do you need to go, then?”
“I’m staying in a hotel near the airport, that’s where I’m headed.”
“Oh, then you have other clothes there?”
“Yes, that’s not a problem. But thanks for offering to help anyway.”
“Oh, it’s really no problem. Do you need a blanket or something to sit on, then? We better take care of that!” she offered.
I was extremely intrigued by the depth of concern and help she was willing to offer, but didn’t want to take advantage of her in any way. She was definitely the most talkative, sympathetic witness I’ve encountered.
She turned to another motorist at another pump and asked him if he had an old blanket, to which he replied that he didn’t. She returned to where I was.
“Actually…just a plastic sack or bag would help, I can sit on that.” I told her.
“Oh, well, let me look in my trunk…”
She opened her trunk, and produced a large, empty Penney’s sack and handed it to me.
I began to spread the bag on my car seat. “Thank you…you’ve been really kind, and I appreciate your help. I’m terribly sorry about this whole thing!”
“You don’t be sorry, sir! This can happen to anyone…I’m just glad I could help you out. Are you sure you’ll be able to get to your room okay?”
“Sure, that won’t be a problem, no one will see me. Thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome, then…have a good evening.”
“Thanks, you too”, I replied, smiling.
We both got into our cars, and drove off.
But that wasn’t the end of my fun that night…
Lionheart
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