Stay where you are.

Stay and pee your pants right there.

After a brief internal battle, you realize you have ****. You quickly remove your hands from covering yourself just in time as you begin peeing with a pressure you once thought impossible, managing to produce a stream even through the fabric of your underwear which manages to hit the wall right in front of you. Slowly the pressure wains and you begin to feel the warm trickle of liquid expanding down the legs of your underwear and finally down to your knees, but thankfully, it falls between your legs from there and doesn’t pool in your skate boots. The relief is almost overwhelming as a moan of enjoyment escapes unencumbered from somewhere deep inside of you. You feel yourself empty before realizing that this almost orgasmic experience has all this happened not a foot from your very pregnant companion who is trying to stifle a massive fit of giggles. Turning to face her full on and revealing your soaked under shorts, you give her a look of mock pleading realizing she had just done the same thing out by the parking lot not more than twenty minutes prior.

“You know.” You say moving to the sink. “You had already made a mess. You could have just waited and let me use the damn toilet.”

“I could have, but then where would the fun be in that.” She said finally bursting out laughing and almost falling off the toilet herself. “Besides, I’m still going.”

“Really?” I said trying to avert my eyes and give her a modicum of privacy, not that I needed to, as her belly was sitting in a way that completely hid her pussy from my sight.

“One of the wonders of being really, really pregnant. You have to pee every hour like clockwork, but can’t shit until you’re so backed up you almost explode.” She said laughing. “Oh, and to top it off, you can’t push too hard or you might put yourself into labor. So, I may be a while.”

“I see.” I said sliding my underwear off and tossing them into the sink. Unfortunately, it was there, that I realized as I pressed the spigot that there was no water. “Shit!” I exclaimed after several more repeated presses on the lever.

“What?” She asked.

“No water.” I answered just as we heard the door of the other bathroom bang shut. “Wait, maybe there’s water in the other one.” I said moving quickly toward the door.

“I think you’re forgetting a little something.” She grunted pointing at the fact that I was naked from the waist down at that moment. “Not that I mind the view, but it is technically public nudity.”

“Oh crap.” I laughed looking around for my shorts.

“Doesn’t matter though.” She said. “I didn’t hear the toilet over there flush. I think the water is out in the building.”

“So then how do we clean our undies?” I asked.

“I guess we don’t, I mean, I’m not that attached to this pair and I still have my shorts.” She said with a slight smile. “Not like I haven’t walked around without panties, remember Junior Prom?”

I laughed as my thoughts drifted back to our Junior Prom where on a dare, we both went through the entire night wearing nothing underneath our Prom cloths. Since the junior prom that year wasn’t formal and just a dinner cruise, she chose a deep plum knee length sun dress, which went with my charcoal gray suit pants. Nobody found out about me, but an ill-fated gust of wind at the right moment ended up revealing her choice to about eighteen fellow classmates, not that she really cared. “I guess.” I answered chuckling at the memory of her dress being blown up and over her shapely teenage ass as several of our friends looked on in shock, before being struck with the realization that I had never taken advantage of that incident at the time. I had, oddly enough used it as masturbation fuel for a long time after, first using her face, and then other women I fantasized about. Which got me thinking at the countless other times I had either seen her naked, or her me. How many times did I have access to her body? Why did I never do anything? Was I just not attracted to her? No, that couldn’t be it. Even right now I was struggling to conceal my hard on for her, and that wasn’t the first time, hell that night on the boat I remembered that after the party we walked along the shore back to my truck and did so with my hand firmly around her naked ass.

“I seem to remember you enjoyed that night.” I said

“I see you still do.” She said leaning forward and giving your erect dick a caress sort of the way she would back then, a sort of playful manner that always left you confused and a little harder that before it.

“Well,” I responded trying desperately to keep myself from actually cumming in her hand as I pulled my shorts up. “I always did appreciate a nice ass, and you have that in spades.”

“Had.” She said with a sigh, as she reached back giving her breasts a good rub.

“No, have, you still have a great ass.” I smiled watching as she turned red as she placed her hand on the small of her back and stretched. “Nice tits too.” I said grinning as suddenly her free hand shot across her chest. “Something wrong?” I asked

“Nothing, it’s just……” She said blushing more than ever. “You’ll laugh.”

“I will not.” I said in mock protest. “And what’s more embarrassing then shitting your pants inches from a bathroom.” I asked.

Well,” She said after a moment. “My bra just broke.” She laughed dropping her arm and allowing her sizable tits to settle on top of her belly.

“We they’re still great.” I said

“Thanks.” She grunted turning and pulling some paper off the roll. “Look, I’m just about done here anyway, why don’t you go get us a couple of bottles of soda from the vending machine outside and leave me to get cleaned up. I’ll meet you outside when I’m done.”

“Okay, I said” Tossing my underwear into the trash, picking up my skates, and slipping out the door without opening it too far and having her be seen by anyone walking outside.

Fortunately, it turned out that there wasn’t anyone there to see anyone, in fact there didn’t seem to be anyone in the park at all. Quickly I walked over to the vending machine and bought two bottles of soda then sat down on the table right out in front and waited. Once again, my mind wandered back to the past, envisioning walks in the woods topless, skinny dipping together in a little out of the way lake we found. Walking around completely nude as a dare one night at her house when her mom was working late, and of course the first time we slept together the summer between tenth and eleventh grade when my parents went out of town for the weekend. Every memory made my penis harder until it pressed snuggly against the front of my black soccer style shorts until I was sure it was about to make an unscheduled appearance. Finally though, after about ten minutes, I was able to get myself to relax. No more than thirty seconds before Crystal came bouncing around the corner holding something wrapped in paper towels.

“What’s that?” I asked getting to my feet, but instead of heading toward me, she turned and headed toward the vending machines.

She stopped in front of a trash can, and tossed the wrapped towels inside. “I didn’t want to leave them in the bathroom all weekend to stink.” She said turning back to me. “So, where to next?” She asked as I looked around. “Cause I know where we can sit and not be disturbed if you want.”

1. The place she suggested is good enough.

2. Continue along the jogging path, a place will present itself.