Pee Desperation Story A Long Drive

True story; no names are used to respect privacy.

We've all been in that situation before: we have to pee and there's either A) no bathroom in sight, or B) there is a bathroom in sight, but something is keeping us from using it. While scenario B is often worse than scenario A, the urgency to pee always increases in either scenario. What happened to me recently proves that true. First, some backstory: I work for a company that specializes in outdoor furniture and outdoor kitchens, which I design on the computer. We're open from the typical "9 to 5" hours, but there have been times where some of us - including me - had to work later. While that usually okay, this one occasion was an exception.

It all starts one cold November day at work, around 4 PM. I was looking forward to getting out and enjoying a quiet night in. But a last-minute customer inquiring about an outdoor fireplace came in. She spoke with me about what she and her husband were looking for and I drew a rough idea on the screen for her to tweak. She liked the basic idea but soon began making changes. She wanted a different stone veneer finish, a built-in TV, and a sitting wall all around the base of the structure. The new stone took the longest to find; about 35 minutes if I remember correctly. I wound up Googling an image of it and importing it into the drawing.

After the customer was happy with the drawing, the sales director talked with her about pricing - which took about another half-hour - and finally, we got to leave. I was feeling the need to pee since I began looking for the correct veneer, but I held it the whole time the customer was in. I planned to use the bathroom at the office before I left, but the boss' wife was taking her time in there (I found out later she was on her period, so her lollygagging was understandable for me.)

By the time she was done, she and her husband were telling everyone - myself included - to get out before the traffic hits; her husband even pushed me out the door before I could say I had to use the bathroom! The cold air hit me like a ton of bricks and I hustled to put my coat on. Once I got in my car, the sensation of needing to pee intensified, possibly thanks to the cold air. "Okay as long as there's little traffic," I thought, "I should be fine: wishful thinking. Turns out I began driving home in the middle of the evening rush hour traffic, which I usually avoided by leaving on time. I looked around inside the car to see if I had an empty cup or bottle I could use, no luck.

In short, I was holding it in until I got home or at least found a secluded place to pee. As I joined the main road out of the office, I was hoping I'd be able to hold it in until I got home. That, however, was when I saw flashing emergency lights in the distance. Two other cars collided with each other, and the police were diverting traffic each way. One way led to the highway, but the other led down the long back road and sure enough, I was directed down the back road. It didn't help that an inconsiderate driver in a Toyota Prius was in front of me, going nowhere near the speed limit. This was gonna be a long drive in more ways than one.

After the longest five minutes of my life, the Prius finally made a left turn and went up a hill. My desperation eased a little bit as I watched it disappear into the night, but my bladder was starting to hurt. By this point, I was only a few miles away from my house, so I thought I was gonna make it. But I had forgotten about the dreaded delayed green light at the bottom of the hill leading up to my neighborhood. I idled at the red light for what seemed like forever. It turned out to be a little over five more minutes but when you gotta go, five minutes feels like five hours. As I waited, I noticed no oncoming lights, so I decided on a risky decision.

When the light changed to green, I hit the gas and took off as if I was on the track (I race cars in my spare time.) I kept an eye out for police as I rocketed down the street, but saw and heard none. Before I knew it, I passed through the other green light at the top of the hill and was making my way down the winding road to my neighborhood. I pulled into the neighborhood and made my way to my house. I had the house in my sight when my girlfriend called me.

"Hey babe, I'm gonna be late," she said, "Can you get the mail?"

"Sure babe," I replied. Getting the mail though, was the last thing I needed, but the mailbox was right at the end of the driveway. So I pulled into the drive, fished my mail key out of my pocket - crossing my legs in the process - and got the mail. I then grabbed my computer bag, locked the car, and made my way inside to the bathroom. My bladder, however, may have sensed I was in the bathroom though, because I felt a few drops of pee exit my urethra. Wasting no further time, I unzipped my jeans and, seeing the toilet lid was closed, I unleashed my much-needed pee into the sink.

I stood in front of the sink for about 90 seconds - possibly as long as two whole minutes - spraying my pee stream down the drain. When I was done, I felt the biggest sense of euphoria come over me; I felt like I had pissed out the Pacific Ocean. As I took my jeans off, I felt a slight pain in my groin, but I remembered that was just due to peeing a lot after holding it in for a while. I then went upstairs, changed into my lounge clothes, and settled in for my girlfriend to come home. She got home about 25 minutes after I did and blurted out: "Just a second babe, I gotta pee like a racehorse." She darted into the bathroom, slammed the door, and drained herself big time too.

When she was done, she changed into her loungewear and met with me in the living room. I told her: "You thought you had to pee? You didn't wanna be in my shoes before." She asked me to elaborate and I told her my story. She said she wasn't surprised considering the circumstances and applauded me for not wetting my pants; she told me she leaked a little in her panties. I learned two important lessons from this: A) go when you feel you need to - it's not exactly healthy to hold your pee in, and B) if you can, always use the bathroom before you leave home, work, the store, etc. You just might not be able to hold it as long as I was able to.