A Wee Highland Road Trip

[Spendapenny444 49]

(Contains male & female peeing, desperation, wetting, peeing outdoors and in a toilet/urinal)

They’d met on their gap year trekking in Nepal, and just hit it off straight away. Fraser sometimes had to pinch himself, unable to believe that he’d been so lucky in having Emily for a girlfriend. She was bubbly, pretty and just one of life’s genuinely kind souls. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for each other.

What better way to recover from the excesses of Christmas and Hogmanay with Fraser’s parents in Stirling than a road trip in their native Scotland before heading back south. They both had a calling for the outdoors and with work so quiet at this time of year a couple of weeks in the Highlands in January felt like just what the doctor had ordered. 

“This is the last one”, said Fraser, removing a bottle of water from his backpack.

“I think we’re nearly back now”, said Emily, as they negotiated their way across the grassy dunes and back onto the beach. 

They each took a couple of long sips. It was important to stay hydrated even in winter. 

“No more for me.” Said Emily, “I’ll be ready to burst by the time we get to the hotel.”

“You have such a weak bladder!” Fraser jibed.

“I do not!” Laughed Emily. “I don’t know how you can hold it for so long.”

He hadn’t told her that he’d relieved himself during their brief skinny dip in the lake. They’d easily gone through a couple of litres of water each throughout their eight-mile hike in the wilderness. 

Emily recalled how earlier that afternoon she’d found herself caught short in the most exposed spot imaginable up on the hill. She’d had to squat over a burn, with her heart patterned knickers around her knees and the crisp winter wind around her tooshie masking the sound of the water softly flowing all around her. That primal feeling of being at one with nature never got old.

When they arrived back at the car park the sun was low in the sky. Fraser could sense Emily’s discomfort.

“Less than half an hour’s drive, I reckon” He reassured her.

She imagined squatting down right there, next to the car. But it probably wouldn’t have gone down too well with the dog walkers, for whom this was a popular spot.

“I’ll be fine.” 

Half an hour later they were nowhere near the hotel.

“I think we must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere.” said Fraser. 

“I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”, warned Emily.

“Try to think about something else.”

“Oh, that’s easy for you to say.”

“Actually, I’m ready for a piss myself.” said Fraser, understating his own growing desperation. He didn’t want to make her feel any worse. “There’s bound to be public toilets in the next village”.

Out of nowhere, a deer ran across the road in the fading light ahead of them. Fraser hadn’t seen it coming, distracted by their unfortunate predicament. He stopped in time, but the pressure of the seatbelt squeezing on Emily’s full bladder forced her to release a squirt involuntarily. It took all her strength to squeeze the muscles closed again, as she considered jumping out of the hire car right there to avoid an embarrassing explanation at the rental place.

“Okay. This is getting silly now.” He said.

There was a faint whiff of pee.

“There must be toilets somewhere around here.”

There wasn’t much in the pretty harbourside village. A dozen or so white rendered cottages, a post office, and the harbour itself. Emily spotted the sign first.

Parking. WC.

“Over there!” She squeaked excitedly.

As the moment of their relief neared they both felt a whole new, almost unbearable level of urgency. Fraser threw the car clumsily into the nearest spot, Emily doing a little dance in the footwell with her legs.

Getting out of the car and standing up seemed to multiply their pain tenfold. 

Fraser disappeared into the Gents without even locking the car, not that it would matter around here.

Emily pushed at the door to the Ladies. Just a few more steps to the white porcelain throne. 

But it wouldn’t budge. The door was locked.

There was nothing for it. She was going to have to use the Gents. Self-consciously taking a quick look around her to check nobody was looking, she hobbled over to the other door and went in.

“What are you doing?” laughed Fraser.

“Would you believe, the Ladies is locked.”

Emily had never been in a men’s lavatory before, except once at school when her best friend Melissa had dared her. It was a drab 1960s block quite at odds with the natural beauty all around it, dimly lit with terracotta floor tiles, roughcast walls and a pungent stench of stale urine. There was only one toilet and a computer printed sign on the door read “Out of order”. The urinal occupied most of the opposite wall – a big old steel trough, about 6ft long that went from a little above chest height right down to the floor. 

“You’ll have to use the urinal.” Said Fraser. “Or the sink.”

“What if somebody comes in?” said Emily.

Apart from the sound of the odd passing car, there was nobody about. The silence was only broken by the gentle tinkle of water into a tank on the wall high above their heads, which only made Emily even more desperate to pee.

“Relax babe. It’s just us!” said Fraser, unzipping the fly on his Levis and fumbling urgently inside his boxers.

He could wait no longer. 

He pulled his flaccid, uncircumcised penis over the top of his pants, using his free hand to relieve some of the pressure from the elastic, aimed at the wall and relaxed. 

The first few pathetic dribbles spattered noisily onto the bottom of the steel trough. They had never been shy about seeing each other pee, but it felt strangely naughty in such a public setting. What if they were caught?

There was nobody around. 

As Fraser began to let go his stream became stronger and stronger, until it was like a fire hose. A wisp of steam came off his warm pee as it hit the cold steel, before running down the wall and forming an amber pool around the lemon scented blocks in the bottom of the urinal.

Emily would’ve loved to hold him, but there was no time for that. The pressure on her own bladder was unbearable by this point. She felt the muscles give, and the sudden warmth in her knickers spreading down her crotch. There was nothing she could do now to stop nature taking its course, her hot wee gushing down her legs.

She frenziedly dropped her trousers and stood there beside her boyfriend, naked from the waist down. The urgent hiss from her vagina betrayed the force of her stream which she was able to direct into the urinal, with some success, using her forefingers to stretch the skin. A second smaller stream trickled down the inside of her legs forming a small pool on the floor tiles beneath her.

They both kept going for almost a minute, Emily’s messy stream occasionally crossing with Fraser’s as over a pint of fluid drained from each of their bodies. Emily had always been a bit of a deep thinker. It was strange, but as her pain eased she looked on as her own wee mixed with her lover’s right in front of them, before flowing slowly toward the drain as one, never to be seen again. It gave her a kind of warm feeling of connection that she couldn’t quite place, a bit like one of those ancient sacrificial blood rituals.

So much were they enjoying their relief that neither had noticed the solitary droplets glistening in the light, then the first silver dribbles of water seeping down the back of the urinal, first in the middle and then at the sides too, the light grey steel gradually turning darker as it became wet. Then the flush took hold properly, turning the whole wall into a powerful waterfall that washed away their wee as quickly as they could produce it.

By this point Emily’s stream had reduced to a weak dribble, which was running straight down her legs and onto the floor. Her trousers were already soaked through, so she’d might as well just let it empty. 

Fraser shook the last few drops from his now hardening penis into the raging torrent in front of him, and they caressed passionately. A deep pool of water now occupied the spot where their pee had once been, but Emily’s cute little puddle on the floor had at least survived as if to mark a new territory conquered.

They felt ready for anything now, just a little soreness around their bladders remaining. The look from the cleaner, who had pulled up outside just as they left, was priceless.

Edited February 15, 2023 by Spendapenny444
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