This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person is unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome.
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I'm going to be late, I thought, as I ran across the parking lot toward my car. My boss was not going to be happy.
It was a warm, sunny afternoon in April. The spring semester at the university was coming to a close, and a day party was in full swing on campus. Those sorts of things never really were my scene, but I couldn't go even if I wanted to. I had an off-campus job that I worked on Saturday afternoons, and I was going straight from my shift to a blind date that a friend had set up for me that evening.
I scurried through the rows of parked cars, desperately trying to remember where I parked. After zigging and zagging, I saw the rear passenger side of my car from afar and hurried toward it.
I looked down at my watch as I jogged toward my sedan. 1:38 PM. It was about a twenty minute drive to my job so I really needed to hit the road.
I reached my car from the passenger side and whirled past the trunk to reach my driver side door. All of a sudden, I felt my feet and pant leg getting wet. What the hell? It hadn't rained in days.
I looked down. Much to my surprise, there was a girl in a short pink dress squatting beside my car. A steady stream of yellowish liquid emerged from between her thighs right onto the spot where I stood.
"Sorry to interrupt," I said, "but that's my car you're peeing next to."
The girl looked up. It was tough to tell how tall she was since she was crouched down, but she had dark hair and a friendly enough face. I didn't recognize her, but I certainly didn't mind the glimpse of her clean shaven sex, even if it was soaking my lower half.
"Oh God I'm so sorry!" she said, clearly trying to decide between preserving her modesty and finishing her activity. She half stood up, removing her hand from her crotch that had held her panties aside. As her undies slid back into place, her stream splashed a bit and began to soak the light colored panties nestled up against her pussy.
"You know how these day parties are," she continued. "Nowhere to pee when you're outside for hours. Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."
"So you decided to pee on my shoes?" I asked, a bit more gruffly than I had intended, but I was justifiably upset that my grey suede shoes were now soaked in piss.
"Well you weren't here when I started."
"No kidding."
"How about I make it up to you?"
"Look don't worry about it. I just really need to go, so if you wouldn't mind stepping aside."
"Oh, uh, sure. Sorry again."
She stumbled backward, clearly feeling the effects of a few drinks.
"No problem. Have fun out there."
I tried to smile as my feet sloshed through her piss puddle on the way to the driver's seat. I unlocked the door, got in the car, turned the key, and drove off. I turned the heat on full blast and channeled it toward my feet in hopes of drying them off. The extra warmth was not at all what I wanted on an already warm day, but it was a small price to pay to try to look presentable for my job and my date.
I pushed the speed limit a little and made it to work just in time. I dashed in, sat at my desk, and got to work right away.
The work wasn't too difficult. It was a lot of administrative work - copies, filing, and the like. My hands were on autopilot while my mind drifted back to the events of a half hour earlier.
That was really something, I thought. It's not every day that you get to see a pretty girl partially nude on your way to work, even if only for a second.
I tried to recall what details I could, but it all happened so fast. She was clean shaven as far as I could tell. Her amply sized vulva seemed almost perfectly symmetrical - two tight lips with what looked like a coin slot in the middle.
With a body like that, I'll bet she's a good time in bed, I thought to myself. I figured I'd never find out. Besides, with my blind date approaching faster by the minute, I decided to focus my thoughts on her rather than on the buzzed girl who had relieved herself beside my car.
I had reluctantly agreed to the date after a friend suggested it to me. I knew very little about her. Her name was Lauren, and she was a student who studied biology at the university. I only had a few details about what she looked like - thin brunette with a brilliant smile. I hadn't even seen a picture of her.
The time at the office passed by slowly. The pre-first-date nerves certainly didn't help. I finished my work, thanked my boss, and headed out.
I arrived at the restaurant where we'd be meeting a little early, so I went to the bar to get a drink. I was halfway through my Manhattan when I got a text. It was from Lauren.
"Heyy it's Lauren I'm running a few minutes late you there yet?"
"Hey! Yeah I'm at the bar, see you when you get here."
The door to the restaurant was behind me, so only my back was visible given where I was sitting. I was the only person at the bar, so I figured she'd be able to conclude it was me.
I finished my drink and ordered another. A few minutes later, I felt a tap on the shoulder. Here goes nothing, I thought.
I turned around and started to say "Hi, I'm Sam." I stopped halfway through. My blind date was the girl who was peeing next to my car. What're the odds, I thought.
Starting again, I said, "Hi, I'm Sam."
"Lauren," she said sheepishly.
"Grab a seat. I'll buy you a drink."
"Cosmo please," she quickly said to the bartender.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Oh you know, aside from peeing next to my date's car earlier today, I'm great."
