This is a true story that happened a few months ago. I wrote about it for my blog and have tried to make it more of a story, less a ‘stream of consciousness’. Hope you enjoy.
I couldn’t wait anymore, I had to stop and have a pee.
After driving most of the afternoon, I was nearly (about half an hour or so away from) home, and I just wanted to finish the journey.
I pulled in at the layby; not a service station, just an old fashioned brick building with a gents, disabled and a ladies – which is where I headed for after parking up close by and locking the car with the remote.
It wasn’t as grim as I’d feared, but not exactly luxury. It was clean, which is the main thing. Poorly lit and a bit dim.
Anyway, I closed the door and locked it, then pulled my knickers down around my ankles and the bliss of emptying myself and relieving the pressure on my bladder was lovely. The flow slowed and the hissing noise faded, the trickle of the final droplets echoing slightly in the empty place.