Neal had to piss like a racehorse. Why did he drink three large coffees when he knew he would be on the road for a while?
"Need to stay awake is why," he thought to himself.
Neal's business meeting had been moved to 8:00 am sharp and of course it had to be almost 2 ½ hours from home. That left him putting the pedal to the metal and going way over the legal speed limit. He knew the highway would be jammed with cars, even at this early hour, and he could not afford to be late. His girlfriend, Cindy, had told him about a shortcut, so now here he was -- barreling down a backcountry road without even other headlights for company.
Neal just hoped one of nature's creatures didn't decide to tempt fate and cross the road. At the speed he was going it wouldn't be pretty.
As the miles flew by, the pressure in Neal's bladder was reaching a breaking point. If he didn't stop soon he was in danger of ruining his $500 silk suit. He couldn't try and close a deal smelling like pee. Plus, Cindy had given it to him as a gift and she'd kill him if something happened to it. At the thought of Cindy another pressure started to build. With her long dark hair and soft breasts she was quite a looker. She also usually gave him a morning blowjob, but due to the early hour Neal hadn't wanted to wake her.
Now not only did he have to go, he was starting to get a major hard-on.
"Fuck," Neal ground out. He was going to have to pull over on the side of the road, find a bush, and maybe rub out a quick one. Hopefully there was no poison ivy or wild animals lurking about. That would be all he needed.
Just then, Neal spied a small sign that said "Rest Stop -- 2 miles."
Hell, he had made it this far, what were a few more miles?
"Tie a knot in it," he said to himself. Neal looked at the clock on the dash. He was making good time. He had to hand it to Cindy. She certainly knew how to get around.
As Neal pulled into the rest stop he almost kept going. It looked like it was nothing more than a latrine, like the kind you'd find at summer camp where all you had was a hole in a plank of wood.
"Beggars can't be choosers."
Neal pulled in and practically leapt from the car. He briefly took note of a pickup truck parked at the end of the lot. Neal wasn't worried. If there WAS a psycho urinal stalker he'd whiz all over him and run. At this point all he cared about was making it.
Neal darted into the first stall he came to, pulled himself out of his pants, and let it rip. The interior of the bathroom was gloomy. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he thanked the stars above that all he had to do was pee. It was probably the nastiest place he had ever seen, with toilet paper everywhere, bowls that probably hadn't been cleaned in months, and a floor that was so filthy his feet were sticking to it. He didn't even want to think about the forms of genetic makeup responsible for this atrocity. As soon as the meeting was over, his shoes were going in the trash and he'd be washing his floor mats.
As Neal drained the last drops from his piss hole, he experienced the sensation of being watched.
"Hello," he called. "Is anyone there?"
When no answer sounded Neal relaxed, chalking it up to an overactive imagination. Speaking of imagination, Neal began to imagine a warm mouth sucking him off. After all, he DID miss his morning hummer. He could spare a few minutes to take care of business. Besides, he would probably be more at ease during the presentation.
Neal started to stroke his dick in a practiced rhythm. He closed his eyes and thought about spraying a massive load on Cindy's tits.
"Fuck yeah," he moaned as his cock swelled and thickened even more.
