... Sometimes it's a disaster waiting to happen cuz things can go wrong during the journey to get there.

This babe I wanted to see was visiting NYC so I jumped on the opportunity. From where I live, it's a 4~5 hour drive. I left the house early but 30 Minutes in I hear a growl. No big deal, I assumed I must be hungry.  I then remembered I went a bit too much with the hot sauce on my burrito and ate late the night before.  The growl turned to stomach pain and became difficult to hold it in.  To make things worse, I had just passed the rest area and the next one didn't come for several miles. The urge kept getting worse. I then ran into traffic. Stop and go. Stop and go. All the while my stomach's growling cuz it didn't like the burrito I had last night. Talk about torture!    

Finally, I pulled into the rest area. Literally ran my ass inside and really let it loose. Some dude outside said 'oh man' after hearing what was going on...  But what a relief! When I finally regained my consciousness and reached for the TP:  NO TOILET PAPER!!!!   Both back up dispenser and main dispenser were empty!  WTF
What kind of rest area in this day and age forgets to restock their TP? Well to make a long story short, I walked out of there minus a pair of socks.  :s  

Rejuvinated and relieved, I got myself a cup of coffee and drank some more water so that I stay hydrated. Hydration is important cuz I heard it makes it easier to cum.  Well, I ran into some more traffic at the border of NY and made it to the appointment 10 minutes LATE.  I took a long good hot shower cuz I didn't want any trace of public restroom or socks remnants on me.  When I got out, she almost immediately went for my weenie but by this time the coffee and water I drank earlier found its way to my bladder. Every time she sucked on my winky the urge to go pee became more serious.  I didn't want to end up peeing in her mouth so I excused myself to the bathroom and washed up again.  
Another few minutes wasted.  

All in all she provided a nice service.  However, driving long distance to hobby = too many variables for error.  

I'm sure others here have similar or worse stories while driving to the incall.  

( First time I drove to NYC few years ago to see another girl, I had a similar event where I ended up having to pee in a soda cup after being stuck in a bad traffic jam right in front of the tunnel. Everyone behind me could see everything so I couldn't just step out to pee.  Next time maybe I'll just fly or take the train.)

 

 

 


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