this is a true story:
about a month ago i was out to lunch with some friends at a very
fancy restaurant on the pier. although the food was
excellent, the service left little to be desired. it was a
good thing that the waitress was cute, otherwise i would have
minded when she spilled my glass of water in my lap, or when she
knocked my silverwear off the table. my friends all said
that i made her nervous because of my tattoos and wild
look. whatever the reason, she obviously did not have
proper waitress training, can you believe that she even tried to
mop up the water on my thigh with my napkin and then did not even
bring me a new one? anyway, in spite of the fiasco, i was
starting to get kinda turned on. we had had an hour's drive
to the pier and i made the mistake of not peeing before we left
the house. i waited to use the ladies room until after the
meal, since the combination of the cute, blundering waitress and
the mounting pressure on my bladder was a good one. when
she brought us the check i grabbed her arm and asked where the
little girl's room was and she shuddered and pointed to the back
hallway. i stood up too fast and got a little headrush as i
sauntered down the hall past the kitchen full of gorgeous mexican
boys and entered the restroom in anticipation. i was
relieved to see that it was a single, with a lock on the door, i
had an urge to play with myself after seeing the kitchen
crew. but then, to my horror, i saw that the toilet was
clogged up and ready to overflow! the blue water was
churning slowly and the toilet paper looked like eels, i thought
to myself that it would make a good color photo. the water
level in the toilet was almost to the top and i debated whether i
could successfully pee in it without making it overflow. i
decided to try. i lifted up my skirt and squatted over it
and pissed with caution since i not only did not want to overflow
it, but i also did not want to have it spray back onto my
ass! i thought i was homefree, but! then to my surprise, i
realized that the toilet was in fact overflowing and a river of
liquid was aiming for my boots! i looked around in a panic, and
saw a small square trashcan half full of crumpled paper towels, i
knew this was my only option. i contracted my kegels and
hopped over to the trashcan. the rest of my bladder
happilly filled the trashcan and i sighed with relief.
unfortunately, i did not get to masturbate, because it felt like
i'd already been gone for a while and i didn't want my friends to
get suspicious. so, i washed my hands and walked out. i
walked out the door, down the hall, past the kitchen, and smack
dab right into the cute waitress! i laughed and said YOUR
TOILET'S OVERFLOWING!!
then we left without leaving her a tip.