Erotic Fiction: My Leaking Faucet
Shit, I need to pee. I looked up and down the grocery aisle, hoping I would find an employee to direct me to the washrooms, but there was no one aside from one or two other shoppers. I’ll manage until I get home.
I grabbed the box of crackers from the shelf and dropped it into my shopping cart before wandering slowly to the next aisle for oatmeal and cereal. In front of me, an elderly woman held two items in her hand, the boxes held out at arm’s length as she struggled to read the ingredients on both with squinted eyes. She was standing right in front of the cereal I needed. I waited a minute… two minutes… with as much patience as I could manage, the burning sensation of urine stinging my bladder. If I left the cereal behind, there would be nothing good for a quick breakfast in the morning before work.
“Excuse me, ma’am?” I piped up. “May I just grab the box right behind you?” Nothing — she was completely oblivious to me. No movement was made, aside from her eyes narrowing into even smaller slits while she deciphered the writing on the box. I gave up, wheeling my cart around her quickly and tossing in whatever cereal looked second-best to take home. I just had to get home.
Forgetting about the last couple of things I needed before leaving — dried pasta, a jar of tomato sauce — I steered my way into the checkout line of other shoppers. There were only a handful of people in front of me, the cashier thankfully moving them through at a quick enough speed to be hopeful to my aching bladder.
By now, standing for so long had worsened the sensations. I leaned into the cart’s handle, resting my upper body’s weight against it to relieve the pressure on my torso. It was becoming agonizing; I didn’t know if I’d make it home. Closing my eyes in brief intervals, I let my mind drift to other things, distracting thoughts to take my focus off of the fact that I had drunk over a litre of water and a tea while running my Saturday morning errands. It wasn’t my smartest decision and was one that I was now paying for.
Hopefully, I didn’t have to learn too hard of a lesson.
Eventually, I reached the cashier, swiftly piling my items onto the conveyer belt and tapping my foot anxiously against the smooth floor while each was scanned through. It felt as if time was slowing, as if the cashier was taking an incredibly long time with my order. Come on, come on, come on! Each beep, each price flashing up onto the little monitor, was like a stand-still moment in time.
I had my debit card ready to tap through my purchase the moment it registered on the terminal, thanking them and grabbing my receipt to hurriedly pack my groceries into my bags. I couldn’t move fast enough. Time felt like it was not on my side.
By the time I reached my car, loaded up the bags into the trunk, and sat in the driver’s seat, there was no way I could manage the seatbelt resting so snuggly over my abdomen. I pulled out the lower part of the belt, letting it rest loosely across my thighs as I hurried out of my parking spot, through the lot, and out onto the main road.
There’s fucking traffic. Of course. Vehicles moved at a snail’s pace, crawling leisurely inch by inch. At least, that’s what it felt like.
By now, my crotch felt like it was on fire. Every thought that entered my mind was liquid related: a running faucet, waves at the shoreline, a gentle rainfall. It was as if my body was urging me to just let it all go from inside of me, despite it being at the most inopportune time.
It began with just a few droplets that I could no longer keep trapped within my body, the warmth spotting my underwear and absorbing into the fabric instantaneously. A moment later, the rest escaped in a stream, as slow as the flow of traffic at first, before giving up entirely and releasing in a heated gush. Looking down into my lap, I saw that I was drenched, the scent of urine wafting up to my nostrils within a few seconds. I didn’t even have the willpower to feel embarrassed of myself — after all, it was just me who knew. All I could manage to muster was pure relief. I finally felt emptied. Once I cleaned it all up and changed my clothes at home, the story of how I had an unintentional golden shower would forever remain my little secret.
