The sequel to "Rhapsody in Poo."
Gordon thought his bladder might easily burst if he didn't do something about it soon. He'd stupidly avoided using the toilet before leaving work and now he was in a desperate situation.
"Bloody rush hour traffic!" Gordon muttered.
He shifted uncomfortably in the car seat, the movement only causing the uneasy weight inside to press more insistently. He groaned. Oh God, he really had to go. As well as needing to pee, cramps were nagging his abdomen too.
Five minutes and he'd be back home. His bladder insisted time was running short. He turned up the car radio, hoping the music would take his mind off things. Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody started playing. It didn't bring him any respite. He tensed his muscles, feeling a few drops of urine escape and wet the front of his underwear.
"Must hold on!"
The traffic lights finally changed, allowing him to turn off the busy road.
Lexi admired the new doormat she'd bought. It was something so mundane, but to her it was exciting. The thrill of finally being in her own place, meant that the most everyday tasks had become interesting.
"I wonder if Gordon's on his way back from work yet?" She smiled to herself as she daydreamed about her older neighbour - and his toilet habits. The past couple of weeks had revealed to her that Gordon was very regular in his bowel movements. He always took a dump in the morning before going to work and then late in the evening, around nine o'clock. Lexi made sure her ears were pressed against the wall in order to hear, and she was always left satisfied by what she heard. He pissed a lot and seemed to get rid of a massive amount of poo as well; she wondered what sort of turds he produced. Long and smooth? A bit knobbly? Lexi assumed the former; Gordon never seemed to have any problems with constipation; he'd barely sat down on the seat before his barrage of plops started.
"I wonder what sort of undies he wears? Boxers? Briefs? Trunks? Traditional Y-fronts? White briefs or Y's would be nice. Skid marks? He seems like a guy who'd wipe himself very thoroughly."
She'd been eavesdropping on him pissing and shitting for a fortnight now, masturbating each time. Lexi desperately wanted things to progress further, but it seemed hopeless, and she risked ruining this wonderful situation forever if she were to say something. Gordon might react terribly, and think of her as some weird pervert. At best, he'd be so embarrassed at her overhearing his private toilet time, he'd move out and she'd never see him again. She'd managed to strike up a brief conversation with him a couple of times and found out a bit more information about him - he was divorced, with a twenty year-old son who was at university.
Gordon worked a standard nine to five job in a building society. Lexi assumed his ex-wife had cleaned him out financially, given that he was now living in a tiny one-bed flat. Whatever his backstory, Gordon seemed content with his life. If he was miserable, he hid it well. He seemed such an easy going and pleasant bloke.
Gordon hurried up the stone steps to his apartment, desperate to relieve himself. He fumbled in his suit pocket. "Damn, where are my door keys?" He said out loud. "Oh no!"
Finally deciding she'd wasted enough time admiring the doormat, Lexi was about to go inside, when the sound of Gordon hurrying up the stairs made her look round. The way he was running, it was as if his arse was on fire.
"Hello Gordon!" She blurted out.
"Um..h-hello Lexi!" He replied, dropping his briefcase and fumbling in his pockets. He looked worried about something.
"Are you alright?"
Poor Gordon was almost on the point of wetting himself. Worse, he was touching cloth; a turd was making a bid for freedom and he was fighting to hold it in.
"Can't find my door keys!" He mumbled, looking very distressed. He hopped from one foot to another. "And I'm...er, bursting for the toilet!"
Lexi couldn't believe her luck. If God existed then he'd surely set up this moment just for her. The opportunity had arisen. Now was her chance to seize it with both hands.
"Come and use mine," she said. "I can see how desperate you are."
"Oh I couldn't possibly," Gordon stammered, embarrassed. "It wouldn't be right..."
"Don't be silly, Gordon, you look like you're about to wet your pants. I'm not gonna let that happen! Come in - it's absolutely fine!" She took hold of his arm. "Please. I don't mind at all."
Desperation overrode any embarrassment and he did as she asked. "Okay. Thanks, Lexi. Thank you so much. I owe you big time for this!"
"No worries!" Unable to resist, she added. "My God, you're really desperate aren't you?" She instantly regretted it, but luckily his response was better than she expected.
"I've never needed a pee as badly as this before!" That wasn't all he needed, but he didn't dare mention anything else - she'd be grossed out for sure.
"Just there on the right," she replied, indicating the bathroom, and he literally raced into it. In his haste, he merely pushed the door back - it didn't close, and a sizeable gap allowed Lexi to observe...
