I was down at the bar and had been there for a while. It was like it always gets later in the evening, loud, smokey and full of drunks. I was pretty well on my way to a hangover myself. Lots of college kids, lots of pretty girls, and guys hoping to get lucky.
Me, on the other hand was just gonna settle for getting drunk, and I was drunk, and realizing I was gonna have to pee soon. Now, I have a secret, I like to wear pink panties under my boy clothes. In private I like to dress up as a pretty girl. High heels, fishnet stockings, tight little black dress and padded bra. I dress to please. In my dreams I am a sweet young thing waiting for a real man to show me about love.
Just now the doors open and about ten or twelve rough looking bikers lounge into the bar like they own the place. Damn. I hate these fuckers. They act tough and intimidate everybody. Sure enough many of the college kids are starting to leave. I would too but I really gotta pee bad. I get up and start heading for the men's room.
As I walk that way I can tell I have had a few drinks. People are moving out of the way of the bikers. Giving them a lot of room so as to avoid bumping an elbow, almost spilling somebody's' drink and thus provoking a confrontation. I try to be careful. The crowd is parting in front of me and at first I don't understand why. Then I glance behind me and realize the bikers are right behind me, two of them at least, also heading for the bathroom. Damn.
I'm committed at this point. In fact I'm about to piss myself so I have no choice. Shit, why do I even do this? Some small voice inside me is telling me I know the reason. I want the attention. Like the college boys, I'm hoping to get lucky. My special kind of lucky. I'm about to learn that I should be careful what I wish for.
In the mens room there is a toilet stall to the left and a long urinal right in front of me. Graffiti is all over the wall. "Fuck this or that" and " For a good time call Sarah" with her phone number. And It smells BAD in here.
I yank down my zipper, pull down the panties, already starting to piss, and fish out my dick as fast as I can. "Oh god what a relief" I say as my bladder is letting off pressure. While I'm pissing I'm aware of the two guys stepping up on either side of me, big, leather clad bikers, unzipping and relieving themselves.
"Yeah, buddy, you're right, feels really good to let it flow," says the big guy on my right.
"Feels good to bust a nut too" the guy on my left is saying.
"Too bad all the college pussy starts leaving the minute we walk in" the first guy is saying. And right at that moment he puts his big paw on my shoulder and pulls me suddenly into a side hug, making me splash a bit of my pee on my hands.
