I had gone into town to catch up with an old friend of mine. We had not seen each other for quite a few years; he was just passing through on his way to Sydney, so I drove out to the airport to meet him as he was only going to be in town for an hour between his flights.

My plan was to leave my car at the service station just across from the airport to get the 10,000 km service done and catch the train back to town. From there, it was only a short walk from the station to my motel where I was staying for the few days I was in town.

My old friend was waiting at the café at the airport. We greeted each other with a warm hug and sat down and had a few cups of coffee as we chatted about what we had been doing for the last few years since we had seen each other.

Too soon, the announcement was made for his flight to Sydney. We said our goodbyes, and he walked out to catch his plane. I walked over to the railway station to wait for the train.

I checked the timetable and saw that it was ten minutes for the next train to arrive, so I walked over to the refreshment stand and bought another cup of coffee and sat down and drank it while I waited for the train. Soon, the ten minutes were up, and there was no sign of the train.

I asked a fellow traveller whom I hoped knew a little more about the habits of the local transport system than I did. He cheerfully told me that if the train arrived in the next ten minutes, we would be very fortunate as it was typical for the trains to operate very erratically.

Not having anything else to do, I thought I would have enough time to have another drink.

{This was in hindsight a very good or very bad decision on my part, dear reader, and I will leave that judgement up to you after you have read this story.}

It was getting a fair bit warmer, so this time I purchased a fairly large bottle of ice-cold Coca-Cola and drank it. I had just finished it when the train finally pulled into the station.

It was very full of people, which somewhat puzzled me as it was just a little before midday and this was a time I, as an outsider from the town, would have expected the train to be fairly empty. I looked around at my fellow passengers; there was a very pretty young woman standing beside me. I smiled at her, and she smiled back at me.

I said to her, “Where is everyone going?”

She explained, “The Wombats have made the final of the local one-day cricket competition. They are all going to watch the game, and it is a day-nighter.”

“Are you going along to the match?” I enquired.

“No, I am going to meet Susan in town, and we are going to the movies.”

“I take it Susan is a friend of yours?” I asked.

She replied, “Yes, Susan is my dearest friend. We went through school together.”

“You don’t follow the Wombats then?”

“Oh, yes, I do, but I promised Susan that I would go to the movies with her, which was before the Wombats made it into the final game. But Susan detests cricket, unfortunately.”

“That must be a disappointment for you then, to miss seeing your team in the finals.”

“Yes, such a shame, but I promised Susan that I would go out with her, and that is that.”

I said,” I hope Susan knows what a good and true friend she has in you. Many would change their mind and go to the match.”

She just smiled back at me, blushing slightly as though I had embarrassed her.

The train, after what seemed like ages, pulled into the station where the cricket supporters disembarked. This only left the young girl and me in the carriage. The train was just pulling out of the station when, to my utter horror, there was an announcement over the public address system.

“Attention Passengers, there has been a fault on the line. The train will be proceeding at quarter speed to avoid any risk of derailment. The journey to Central will take much longer than time tabled. Express Rail regrets the delay and regrets that the journey will be prolonged.”

The young girl sat down on the now vacant seat and smiled at me. I sat down opposite her and asked, “Have you chosen which movie you are going to see?”

“No, the choice of movie is Susan’s this time; I chose last week’s movie.”

“You have been doing this for quite a while, these weekly outings to the movies?”

“Yes, ever since Susan and Ann split up. She was very heartbroken by their parting of ways. I never much liked Ann, so it cannot be said I was displeased that they split up. It made it very hard to visit her at their flat, and like I said, Susan and I have been friends for so long.”

I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, having drunk so much coffee and the fairly large bottle of Coca-Cola. My bladder was telling me I needed to piss. I had not, in my wildest imagination, dreamt that this trip would take as long as it had, and we were still quite a ways from the city.

I was sitting there feeling more and more uncomfortable; I crossed my legs and squeezed them together in an effort to resist the urges to piss. I became all the more uncomfortable and was feeling very embarrassed.

The urge to piss was becoming harder and harder to resist. I reached down and squeezed my cock in an effort to stop this dreaded desire.

As I was doing this, I glanced at the young woman. Her smile was getting wider and wider as she saw my predicament, and I thought she was just about to start laughing at me. To my utter horror, she did start to giggle, which quickly turned into uncontrolled laughter.

{Now, dear reader, I do not know how many of you have ever been in this predicament, absolutely bursting for a piss, no toilet about anywhere, and having a girl having hysterics laughing at you. I assure you it is not funny at all!!!}

In a last desperate effort, I stood up and sort of stamped my legs up and down to try to stop the piss from leaving my body. Of course, the girl did nothing to help with her continued laughing at my predicament.

She was slapping her legs with the palms of her hands and obviously having a wonderful joke at my expense and total embarrassment.

Seeing that I was not going to win the battle with my bursting bladder, I opened my fly and pulled my penis out; momentarily the girl stopped laughing and looked me straight in the eyes.

Even in the state I was in, I could read this as a challenge between her and me. I am not one to shirk a direct challenge. She had now totally stopped laughing at me, her mood had changed dramatically; instead of merriment in her eyes there was lust, this surprised me greatly, but I was in no condition to think at all about this sudden mood change.

I could no longer resist the urge to piss, and taking her look as a challenge I pissed! Not on the carriage floor, not against the wall, nor on the seat, but right on the girl’s face!