Peeing On the Beach
once, me and a friend were going to a beach on a lake. we had just taken an hour car drive to get there and
had shared a large fountain drink on the way there, and my friend had some chili before i had picked her up.
the car ride alone had put pressure on both of our bladders, but we didn't mention it to eachother until we got there.
once we got there we decided to go to the bathroom before going to the beach.
it was a hot day, and the restrooms were very crowded, and a big line wrapped around the side
of the facility.
we decided we could wait, so we got back in the car and drove to a more private part of the lake,
where dogs were allowed.
to our relief, we were the only ones there.
as i turned to get my purse, i noticed my friend kind of leaning forward with her arms crossed
over her stomach.
when i asked her what was wrong, she told me she really had to pee.
this made me feel better because i did too.
we decided we would just go in the water once we got down there.
but as soon as we stepped out of the car,
a family of 5,
a mother, father, and three young children pulled up in a van next to us,
aprked and ran down the beach with their two labs.
we both looked at eachother and decided we would just have to wait.
they probably wouldn't stay too long.
we stayed a bit distanced from them on the beach
and beagan to get in th water.
as soon as we got about waste deep, the urge to pee suddenly hit us.
my friend quickly grabbed her crotch, bent over, and moved deeper into the water
so no one would notice her gesture.
she walked towards me in desperation, and whispered to me that she had to go. NOW.
i told her just to go in the water, but she told me she'd be grossed out by it.
i told her to go behind a tree but she told me it was too risky.
as i tried to think of ideas, my urge to pee started to become overwhelming also.
as i looked around, i noticed two stalls that looked like bathrooms kind of close to where we
parked up the hill.
i pointed and told my friend that we'd have to make a dash for it.
she nodded and we made our way slowly out of the water.as we started to run,
my bladder started to bounce up and down, and i could feel the pee about to come out.
i stopped about halfway up the hill and bent over slightly and grabbed my crotch really tightly
and squeezed. this made the urge go away for a second.
as i started to run again, i noticed my friend wasn't following me anymore.
i turned around to look for her. she was straddled on a bench a couple feet away. she
scooted back and forth trying to keep herself from peeing in her bathing suit bottoms.
i yelled to her that we werent to far away.
she slowly got up, grabbing her crotch as soon as it lifted from the bench and
ran as fast as she could to the stalls.
i was right behind her as she opened up a door, not to a toilet, but just a changing room.
it had just a bench and a drain in it.
we looked at eachother, and entered, just so we'd be hidden.
we shared a stall, and we both sat on the bench and held our crotches tightly as we tried
to think of what we were going to do.
all of a sudden, my friends eyes got really big,
and she squeezed her thighs together in despereation.
"i think i have to poop"
she said. which completely kind of blew my idea for her to just pee in the drain.
"oh god yes, i really have to poop" she said quietly.
i did too. i stood up and squeezed my butcheeks together, which relaxed my muscled in front,
and i dribbled a little in my bahing suit bottoms.
i quickly bent over and crossed my legs really tight, trying to hold it in.
my friend crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch and bent over. suddenly, she released a wet
fart. she looked up really fast and i began to giggle, making more pee dribble out. but this time is was a lot faster and
a lot more. so i quickly sat down on the bench, which made me have to poop even more.
i tucked my feet under the bench and i heard a screech noise.
i looked underneath to find a metal trash can, with a clean trashbag in it.
go in here ! i said to her. she told me she wouldn't be able to.
, besides, she had no toilet paper or anything to wipe with.
she stood over the drain with her hand tightly clenched to her crotch and her legs tightly crossed
and bent over. then i noticed a long stream of yellow urine run down her legs and onto her feet.
she quickly realized standing was a bad idea and she hobbled back over to the bench, pee still dripping.
she started doing the scoot thing again. then she just completly gave up and just peed on the bench.
it came rushing out like a faucet from her bathing suit bottoms, and gushed over the side of the bench.
she let out a sigh. "i couldn't hold it anymore." then her eyes got wide and she told me to hurry up and get in the
other one because she didnt want me to see her pooping.
still holding my crotch, i ran into the next door stall, leaned against the wall and crossed my legs. (the bench had fallen down
in this one.) i decided i couldn't hold it anymore either, and the pee just started flowing down my legs. about halfway through this relief,
i felt the sudden urge that i had to poop, and i could feel it trying to come out. i quickly stood up and squeezzed by cheeks together,
still peeing, and put a hand over my butt. my pee was just finishing up when i decided i couldnt hold my poop either.
i looked around for the garbage can, and before i could find it, i could feel the poop coming out and pushing out the
back of my bathing suit bottoms. i crouched down right where i was standing and pooped in my bathing suit bottoms.
i didn't want to admit that i had done so to my friend, so i looked around for the trash can again.
i found it and pulled it around behind my back. i pulled my bottoms away from my skin and attempted to shake out the poo.
and i did so, it smushed up against my butt. so i took my bottoms off and scraped off the poop on the side of the
trashcan. i felt better now. i called over to my friend to ask how she was doing. she told me that she had diharia all over her bottoms
and legs and that she wanted me to get her dry clothes and her towel and that we would go home and chill at her place.
this was enough excitement for one day.