Caught short - Sex Stories

Caught short

... my cock twitch. If I hadn’t needed to pee so badly I’d have certainly been happy to give the lady the benefit of my machismo, right there, up against the wall! Just at that moment there was a rattling from inside the toilet door as the occupant unlocked it, ready to emerge, relieved and smug from their ablutions. An elderly woman hobbled out, hunched over a walking stick, which she used to tap her way out of the lobby and back into the coffee bar. Her features were hidden by a wide-brimmed sun hat, but her body language said: ‘What a relief! Thank the Good Lord for that!’ My desperate state was such that for two pins I would have jumped the queue, but I held back and nodded to the woman in front of me to go ahead. ‘But you’re absolutely bursting, I can tell,’ she said. ‘So are you,’ I answered chivalrously, secretly thinking, ‘For fuck’s sake just GO! Then I can pee.’ She gave me that warm, sexy smile again and then said, amazingly, ‘We could always share . . . I’ll squat while you pee in the sink!’ My jaw dropped and I adopted the look of an intellectually-challenged goldfish in shock. I was about to argue, but I could feel my hot pee starting to leak just a tiny bit from the end of my cock, so merely nodded, smiling weakly. ‘No peeking, mind,’ I joshed her. ‘Spoilsport!’ she said, walking into the WC ahead of me and watching as I bolted the door behind us. There was an awkward interval for a second or two, when neither of us made a move, uncertain of the proprieties ...

... involved in such a situation. But then Mother Nature took over and all propriety had to go out of the window. We were both in such dire need that neither of us cared a fig about the other seeing our bits. We were on the same mission! I unzipped my flies and hastily pulled out my cock, pointing it at the hand basin on the wall beside me. My companion had pulled up her dress and whipped down her panties, sitting on the toilet seat quickly before I could get a glimpse of her pussy. She sat with the skirt of her dress draped over her knees, with her red silk knickers around her ankles. I could see all this reflected behind me, in the mirror above the sink, a fact that she belatedly clocked. ‘Oi, you! No peeking remember?’ she said, giggling. ‘Nice cock by the way,’ she added, winking at me and watching as my own reflection showed her my jet of hot yellow piss hitting the porcelain sink and gushing down the plug hole. ‘Oh yes? Connoisseur are you?’ I asked her cheekily. ‘I’ve seen a few, although not many lately,’ she said, a sad note in her voice. ‘Why’s that?’ I asked, genuinely curious. ‘Oh, my beloved husband decided to dump me for a younger model after fifteen years of marriage and I’ve kind of got out of the dating game, so have been living a bit of a sheltered life. Well, compared to how it used to be in my youth certainly!’ ‘Bit of a goer, were you?’ ‘Still am if I get the chance, but back then I was into all sorts of pervy stuff. Bondage, role play, water sports . . . ’ She ...