Stuck on a rollercoaster

[Foobar 693]

With the sun warming my shoulders, I found myself waiting in a long, snaking line for the Martian, the park's infamous floorless roller coaster. I was casually sipping on a large, icy cola, the condensation on the cup cooling my fingers. The summer dress I was wearing fluttered against my legs with each gust of wind, the blue and white pattern dancing in the sunlight. 

 

 

As I neared the front of the queue, an attendant, his sunburned face lined with a smile, called out. "Remember, no food or drinks on the Martian!" I looked down at my half-finished drink. "Ah, heck," I muttered, lifting the cup to my lips. I took one deep breath before tilting the cup, chugging down the cola in one long, throat-burning gulp. The sweetness of the drink lingered on my tongue as I handed the cup to the attendant, who tossed it into a nearby bin.

 

I climbed onto the ride, the excitement bubbling inside me like the fizz in the cola I'd just guzzled down. The safety bar clicked into place, and I took a deep breath, savoring the anticipation. As the roller coaster climbed higher and higher, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

 

Then, just as we reached the highest point, the ride jolted to a sudden stop. Startled murmurs rippled through the air as we all realized we were stuck. Our car hung suspended above the park, a metal bird with clipped wings. For a moment, I stared down at the tiny, dollhouse-sized world below us. I could see the vibrant green of the park, the shimmering silver of the roller coaster tracks, and the tiny, ant-like people wandering about. It was breathtaking and terrifying all at once.

 

As the hours trickled by, I found myself studying the park from my unique vantage point. From up here, I could see the waterpark, the lazy river weaving through it like a cerulean snake. I spotted a group of children running about, their excited screams reaching us even at this dizzying height. I watched as they splashed into the water, their movements creating ripples that spread out and gently disturbed the calm surface.

 

"Are you okay?" asked the rider beside me. "Yeah" I replied, "Great, I thought you were squirming because you needed to pee, I don't think we'll be able to get to a bathroom anytime soon" he chuckled. The truth was that the cola I had chugged earlier made its way through my body, and now was seeking an exit. I kept trying to keep my mind away from that, though my bladder kept reminding me that I need to go soon.

 

To the right of the waterpark, I could see the carousel. Its painted horses and chariots were a whirl of colors, spinning round and round in a constant, dizzying dance. I could almost hear the tinny music playing, the sounds of my childhood. I found myself grinning at the thought.

 

I can't hold it any longer. "Sir, can I ask you for a strange favor?" Puzzled, he said "I'll try my best," to which I told him "you were right, I need to pee, I can't hold it any more, would you be kind enough to hold some things while I do what I need to do?". He obliged, so I gave him my shoes and socks, he got a bit uncomfortable when I took off my panties, but he accepted them too. 

 

I lifted the back of my dress so that my bum was on the seat. I looked at the ant-like people below, wondering which one was about to get an unexpected warm shower. It felt awful, but I had to put my needs first, so with my right hand lifting the front of my dress, and the fingers on my left hand spreading my lips, I relaxed and the yellow stream started flowing. 

 

As I continued to relieve myself, I expected a commotion down below. To my surprise, life was continuing as normal. "You're lucky we're up this high, giving your pet enough time to breakup, the people down there probably only feel a mist" said the guy beside me, who I just noticed is closely watching. After about a minute, my stream died down. I gave a few more pushes to get out the rest and ensure I was empty. Luckily I didn't get much on myself, as I had nothing to wipe with. The paradox: even after spraying dozens of unsuspecting guests, I was only concerned about my own urine drops on myself.

 

It was time to put myself back together, so I asked the guy to return my panties first. He asked if he could keep them but I told him I didn't want to be a bottomless Marilyn Munroe, and he understood my concerns. Then on went my socks, followed by my shoes. I was back to myself, minus the full bladder. 

 

Sitting atop the world, after getting relief, I felt an odd sense of serenity. It was as if the world had paused just for me, just for this moment. As the ride was repaired and we started to move again, I found myself almost reluctant to leave. I'd spent four hours stuck on the Martian, but in a strange way, it was the best ride of my life.

 

The attendant I handed my empty drink to earlier found me. "Ma'am, I was worried about you, you must be bursting by now, I'll lead you to the staff restrooms." I read his name tag and replied "thanks for the offer, Tom, but I'll be fine", trying to hide my guilt.

[Alfresco 11,017]

Excellent story and description.   Loved it.  I'm also sure that many of the others on the ride would also have needed to pee after being stuck there for four hours, plus queuing time!   I'm sure some of the others would have also done the same or wet themselves.   I know I would.

[Peenicks 853]

Love the descriptive imagery in this one! Great work ❤️

[luluA 4]

Creative!