Today I made the two hour trip home from a friends. I had had three bottles of water and an energy drink prior to leaving and by 60 miles in, I realised fast that I needed to pee. Rather than rush off at the next exit, iI chose to wait until the next rest area.
For the next 25 miles I planned what I would do when I got there. The plan was frankly pretty basic. I was gonna go into a stall, squat down, and piss all over the floor. The rest of the drive I had the seat warmer on, a sensation I've found feels similar to wetting, and rubbing myself through my double layer of sweats, more and mo