"How how much longer until we stop?" I asked. "I have to pee.".....
When I said it, I didn't mean it as a sex thing, really had to go!
I blamed the level of urgency to empty my bladder on breaking that taboo about wetting myself.
When I did it at the lake, it had been hard, getting started. The combination of relief and that warm feeling of my own pee flooding my pants and running down my legs was a huge, turn on. I was starting to wonder if my body, after years of automatically holding it in, decided pissing my pants was what we did now.
The reasons for it, mattered little, I needed to pee so badly that if we were in the middle of a town I would have had Kevin pull over and not hesitated to "pop a squat" on Main Street and peed in the gutter while the townsfolk passed by.
Pulling over wasn't an option. Of all the highways we could have been on, we had to be on the one with no shoulder and no where safe to jump out and relieve myself.
SCENIC POINT 2 MILES.
The Gods had smiled upon me. With my hand down my pants as a makeshift dam surely I could make it two miles before the Angie flood waters rose.
"You are going to stop for me," I asked, nodding towards the sign. "Right?"
"Yes Dear."
"Good," was my response. "Doesn't this thing go faster than this?"
Yes it did.
The plus side of Kevin trying to break the sound barrier before his wife wet herself was getting there quicker. The bad part, at triple digit speeds, every bump in the road was magnified and I swear I could actually feel the pee getting sloshed around in my bladder.
The scenic point was small and it must have had a great view, because it was crowded. In my desperation to get to a Port a Potty, I didn't care.
I did start to care as I looked around and didn't see one. But a twinge in my bladder brought me quickly back to not caring.
Kevin found a parking spot about ten feet from a grove of trees and bushes.
Perfect, I could make it ten feet.
I thought....
The Gods weren't actually smiling, they were laughing.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed after taking two steps and my bladder gave up the fight.
In an instant, I was the gas station woman who inadvertently introduced Kevin and me to water sports.
On the up side, the relief of finally being able to go and that warm, wet sensation running down my legs and splashing on my bare feet was kind of a turn on. On the downside, I was a grown woman, standing in a parking lot wetting myself in front of a group of strangers.
It was embarrassing, but truth be told, it was kind of a turn on too.
Damage done, I didn't bother making a dash for the trees; I just stood there and let it flow.
Once done with my impromptu bathroom break, I had Kevin pop the trunk and after rummaging through my suitcase for a minute, I found my trusty purple sundress.
Using the car as a shield, I dropped my pee soaked pants and rinsed off with one of the water bottles. I'm sure I was seen, but at that point it didn't matter to me one bit.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I quickly whipped off my tank top and slid my dress over my head and got back into the car.
"Let's get out of here," I told Kevin as he got in the car.
"Did you do that on purpose?" he asked once we were back on the road.
"It was an accident," I said as my fingers made their way to my wet pussy. "Does that make it better or worse?"
"Better," he answered, rubbing the bulge in the front of his shorts.
"I think it was too," I stated. "It really turned me on to do it in front of all those people. I am so fucking horny right now; I need to get myself off."
With my feet up on the dash and dress up around my waist I put my fingers to work on my swollen clit.
I glanced to my left and saw Kevin had his cock out and was slowly stroking it.
"You didn't do anything," I told him. "So you don't get to do that. Put it away."
He gave me a pouty look.
"Don't pout," I teased. "If you're a good boy, maybe you'll get a foot job later."
I wiggled my toes for emphasis.
"Now if you'd be so kind please let me get myself off in peace."
With that promise, his mood lightened.
Running my fingers over my overheated clit, for the umpteenth time that day as we headed to the winery, I started thinking of another vacation we had...
"Too bad about you and Robert," I told Itty as we sipped boat drinks by the pool.
"Don't be," she assured me. "The guy was getting too creepy."
Itty...Her name was actually Susan had been my roommate all four years in college. We were both there on gymnastics scholarships, so it was nice having a teammate as a roomie.
The only annoying thing about rooming with her was she was four foot, ten inches tall. While it was nice rooming with someone that I at five feet even, towered over, we almost immediately received nicknames.
She got hung with "Itty" and yours truly was...you guessed it.."Bitty".
It could have been worse, but we did hate being referred to as "Itty and Bitty" eventually we got used to it and even started calling each other by our nicknames.
"Don't tell me," I said. "He wanted to lay under a glass coffee table and watch you take a dump on it while he jacks off."
"What the fuck!?" she laughed. "What is wrong with you? How do you even make something up like that?"
"It was just a guess," I told her.
"You're weird," she stated. "He was a cross dresser."
"That's not so bad."
"Normally it's not a deal breaker," she told me. "I've had a few guys that wanted to wear my panties when we had sex and I always thought that was kind of sexy. But Robert just got a little to Silence of the Lambs for me. He lost all interest in sex as Robert and could only get it up if he was Chantel. I just couldn't get into it anymore."
"Dug a hole in the basement?"
"No but it wouldn't have surprised me," she laughed. "I don't miss him, but I do miss the sex. But that's what this week is for."
The wheels in my brain started turning.
"Have you ever thought about sex with Kevin?" I asked. "I know he'd love it."
"No, he's your husband," she answered. "He's talked about me with you?"
"Yes we don't have secrets," I told her. "This is embarrassing, but we've even role played that I was you."
"What?" she said, choking on her drink. "You're kidding me."
"No I'm not," I told her. "We were talking about hall passes, I asked him who his was and go figure your name came up. He admitted to having some seriously impure thoughts about you."
"Well color me flattered," she laughed.
"So for his birthday that year, I found a wig that matched your college hair, wore that an old college shirt, stuffed some socks in a bra and he got his fantasy."
"How did it go?"
"Quickly," I laughed. "At least the first two times, he lasted longer the next two."
"You've done if four times?" she asked.
"More times than I want to admit," I answered. "It was four times that night. My husband has the hots for you. So if we weren't married, would you want to have sex with my husband?"
"Like you got divorced?"
