Omovember Day 4- Desperate With a Friend or Lover
As many of you know, and have seen, I’m currently in the U.K. visiting my boyfriend @squirmysub. I knew going into the trip that there would be times where I would get to enjoy an unplanned potty dance, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon—not that I’m complaining. 😋😋
Four days into my visit, as much as we tried to avoid it, Baby Boy had a doctor’s appointment. The plan was for us to do some shopping after his appointment, and then head back to the room, but while I was waiting on him in the coffee shop next door, we were ambushed by a friend of his—who for privacy reasons I’ll refer to as J. Being slightly hungover, Baby Boy wanted a coffee, and a medium one instead of a small one. He mindlessly sipped at it as we sat there catching up with his friend, and twice I noticed him wiggling and had to remind him to get up to use the potty.
J suggested a slight change of plans—heading to her house just around the corner and hanging out with her for a while instead of going straight back to the room. Baby Boy kept unconsciously sipping his coffee, and it continued to rush to his poor little bladder, and not even five minutes after we left the coffee shop he started wiggling when we had to stop at a crosswalk. J’s house wasn’t very far away, so no need to worry—yet. Just down the street (we could literally see her house from where we were standing) J reached into her pocket for her keys, but couldn’t find them. After some shuffling around and asking another friend who was with us, she realized she didn’t have them—she’d left them at the gym where she’d been before running into us.
Baby boy groaned and twisted his legs together as they agreed on him calling his dad to run J back to the gym to grab her keys. The medium coffee plus the cold air wasn’t very nice on his little bladder, and his desperation grew very quickly. The look on his face changed as he realized that he wouldn’t be able to hold it until we could get to the gym where he could use the potty. He danced around on the spot trying as hard as he could not to grab with his hands in public. Each time the wind blew a little harder he doubled over a bit more, desperately trying to hold on until J could get her keys. As much as he tried, he just couldn’t hold it, and as much as I knew he didn’t want to, he turned to J and goes, “J, can’t I just pee down the side of your house?”
Without missing a beat J said, “Yeah, I don’t see why not,” and took off in the direction of her house.
Baby Boy didn’t waste any time running between the alley created by the side of the house and the fence as I stood off to the side to give him his privacy. After a minute or two he emerged from the side of the house with pink cheeks and a very shy look in his eyes. I held his coffee in my hand, and handed it back to him—the fun was just beginning. Maybe next time we’ll stick with a small coffee huh baby? 😋😏
