My girlfriend and I were driving back from a hot weekend we had spent at a lesbian hideaway up in Provincetown. Annie was only eighteen and was still living at home. So taking her away to a luxurious Bed & Breakfast for a wild weekend of raw sex was a treat I had planned for her birthday. The traffic on the turnpike back to Boston was nice and smooth until, suddenly, it slowed to a crawl. There must've been an accident up ahead because now nothing was moving at all. We sat there patiently at first, but soon I noticed that Annie was squirming in her seat and looking sort of pale.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh geez, Karen!" she said, sounding positively alarmed. "I don't know if I can even tell you. But I just have to go to the bathroom
so
bad
I think I'm gonna burst."
I smiled. Annie could be so cute and look so sexy when she was in distress. So, my foxy young teenage lover suddenly had to take a pee! Well, it didn't seem like she had too many choices. We were on the turnpike, stuck in traffic in a busy section of Boston, and it's not like Annie could've gotten out of the car and found a bush or something! She'd just have to hold it in.
"Oh no! Oh no!" she gasped, her face red with distress. "I can't wait, I just can't. I
have
to go; I have to go
now!
"
There only was one thing for Annie to do, then.
"Well if you have to pee, you have to pee," I said, resigned that Annie might be unable to keep from pissing in her jeans while we were stuck inside the car. And secretly turned on a little bit by the idea of it. "There's a towel in the back. Maybe that'll help soak it up."
"You don't
understand
, Karen!" she said, looking utterly pained. "I don't need to piss. I already took a piss, back in that diner. Now I need to
shit
! I need to take a
dump
!"
Her face was a mask of intense discomfort.
"Oh my God!" she sighed, her cheeks turning red as she threw her hands over her face to hide. "I'm
doing
it!"
I looked over to see her hands pressed against her face and sitting as much as she could on her side, giving herself room to relieve herself in her jeans.
I couldn't believe it. Annie was actually
shitting
in her jeans. This would've been quite a shocker for anyone, but for Annie it was really something else. For Annie is such a crisp and pretty young thing, with that picture-perfect model's face of hers, a slim, girlish figure topped, however, with a pair of surprisingly oversized breasts, those bright blue eyes, the blond ponytail and those luscious, sexy lips. She always dresses neatly and keeps herself squeaky clean, often showering twice a day and changing her underwear as often. So I realized how painfully embarrassing and humiliating it must have been for this crisp and peachy eighteen year old beauty to have to relieve herself like this next to me, in the car, in her jeans!
Finally the traffic began to move again. I asked Annie whether she wanted to stop at a rest area, but she said that in her condition she'd be much too embarrassed to get out of the car and go to a public restroom. She insisted that she just wanted to my place as soon as possible.
Annie was silent for our whole ride, averting my gaze, the pink hue of embarrassment never once leaving her face.