Shy Bladder Syndrome in Tokyo

Not so long ago an Asian chick I had never met went out of her way to get a good long look at my cock.

I was in Narita Airport outside Tokyo. Nature called so I found a men’s room and went in for a much needed urination.

The men’s room was empty.

I walked up to a urinal, unzipped, pulled out my god pal, Pink Floyd, took aim at the fake housefly painted on the porcelain and left it flow.

I had 🎶 only just begun 🎵 when I heard the sound of shuffling footsteps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw an ancient, tiny, 80-something year old grandma shuffling slowly into the men’s room.

“Poor old lady,” I thought to myself. “She will be mortified once she realizes her error.”

I continued peeing.

The shuffling sounds continued until the granny was close beside me. She craned her neck to get a better look at Pink Floyd.

This doesn’t often happen to me in a public restroom. I was unsure what to do but the effect of her presence and fascination with my penis was enough to induce an immediate case of shy bladder.

I still needed to pee some more but could no longer squeeze out a drop.

Granny leaned in closer. I could smell the Ben Gay (or its Japanese equivalent). She practically had her head on my arm.

I stood there for a moment with my cock in my hand, waiting for renewed inspiration. I glanced down at the mu audience, the diminutive granny. She looked up at me, smiled and winked.

That’s all I needed.

My urine flow was restored and I finished my business despite having an audience.

After the compulsory three good flicks to drain the pipe, I put Pink Floyd away, zipped up and went to the sinks to wash my hands.

Granny then shuffled slowly out of the men’s room and out of my life.