Posted by Lisa on January 10, 1999 at 05:35
In Reply to: Re: wearisome traveler posted by lydia on January 09, 1999 at 18:18
That reminded me of back when I used to carry one of those plastic folding cups in my purse. Well sure enough the time came when I needed it. I wasn't really feeling full but it was urgent for some reason and I was already leaking as I hurried to the most disgusting porta poty I've ever seen. The smell alone was enough to kill but other then my cut-off shorts, there was just no place to pee and not be seen. So standing in there with cup in place I let it flow, only to realize it was too small and I couldn't stop. It was as if I had no muscles down there and since the cup was in between my legs a leg squeeze was out of the question, and as if things weren't bad enough the cup then lost its bottom, its contents and what was still gushing out of me were splashing all over my panties and shorts that were at my knees just below. As my mind was racing for a solution to how I was going to deal with walking out of there someome banged on the door yelling to please hurry cause she had an emergency and as I felt my face get flushed I dropped the cup and grabbed myself so hard I was able to finally stop although I was probably almost done anyway and I pulled up my flooded clothing, opened the door, yelled sorry to the girl waiting there, (she was holding herself with a look of agony)and ran all the way home.
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