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I sure did .
but thats just me
>My friend David is a real mountaineer and he got me to accompany him on one of his trips. I’m normally not the outdoorsy kind of girl, but at 21 I’m not about to let myself get out of shape and so I’m a regular visitor of the studio in my neighborhood.
Talking about shape, I’m 5foot2, short black hair, small boobs but at least they r my own, a slim waist and a nice behind of the apple formed kind. A friend of mine, he’s English, once told me I have a puckish smile.
I choose a pair of leggings and high cut shorts, a tanktop and my sturdiest pair of trainers for the trip. David didn’t approve of my choice of shoes but the rest was ok with him I think, showing off my flat belly and round buttocks quite well.
We didn’t do any climbing, just hiking up a narrow mountain trail, with a high rockwall to one side and a deep chasm on the other. Two hours into the trip my bladder made itself known. I’m a great fan of coffe and I had three cups this morning, plus most of my bottled water and some of davids tea on the trip so far. Like I said I’m more of a city girl and if the urge hits me I’m used to go right away, so I asked David when we would reach someplace with a bathroom. He told it would be another two hours to the next house, but seeing my worried expression he said we would reach a small wood in half an hour and I could go there if I didn’t mind.
I wasn’t thrilled about squatting in the woods but was sure I wouldn’t last another two hours.
Even half an hour was calling it close, as we reached the wood I was so desperate I was holding myself like a little girl. It must have looked rather comical cause David had a broad grin on his face. He said I should go ahead he would keep watch but I shouldn’t go to far.
These mountainwoods aren’t really made for privacy, there r nearly no bushes and I was turning this way and that way till I found a place, I thought shielded from the trail.
I pushed my shorts, leggings and panties down to my knees, placed my feet apart and leaned a bit forward spraying my piss behind me, it felt really great to finally let go and my pee was hissing quite forcefully to the ground.
As I heard footsteps in my back I panicked, trying to yank my cloth up I couldn’t stop the stream fast enough and peed all over them. Seeing it was David I yelled at him why he did sneak up on me like that, still fumbling with my now dripping wet leggings. He said that someone was coming up the trail and he just had tried to warn me cause I still could be seen from there, but as he called I didn’t seem to hear and so he came a few steps closer.
It was true, in my desperate attempt to find a hidden spot for my wee I got turned around and the way I did stand there bent forward at the waist, my pussy and ass must have been in full display from the trail. But at that moment still in the rush of my unfounded fear, I couldn’t see reason and needed someone to blame. I yelled at him that he had scared me and now I had peed myself and it was all his fault, hammering his chest with my fists quite ineffectualy cause David is at least a foot taller then me and well muscled. He pulled me close pinning my arms in a hug and made soothing noises till I calmed down.
Somehow it was feeling quite nice knowing myself in such a vulnerable and shameful position with my shorts around my ankles, my leggings and panties soaked with my own pee sticking to my pussy, but protected by a strong and caring male.
I looked up at him, slowly rubbing the inside of my thigh on his knee and said with a small voice and a mischievous grin, he should be careful I would get him all wet, but he told me with his deep voice he wasn’t worried about that.
He hoisted me up in his arms and found a secluded spot for us where he peeled my wet and smelly cloth of and showed me that he wasn’t afraid to get a little pee on himself.
We had quite enough exercise there and then for one morning, so we cut the trip short. David gave me a rain coat that he carried with him in case of wet weather and I wound it around my waist for the way down the mountain. I think it hid most of my little accident but I still got some looks from other hikers, so I think either it showed or it was my puckish smile.
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I sure did .
but thats just me
>My friend David is a real mountaineer and he got me to accompany him on one of his trips. I’m normally not the outdoorsy kind of girl, but at 21 I’m not about to let myself get out of shape and so I’m a regular visitor of the studio in my neighborhood.
Talking about shape, I’m 5foot2, short black hair, small boobs but at least they r my own, a slim waist and a nice behind of the apple formed kind. A friend of mine, he’s English, once told me I have a puckish smile.
I choose a pair of leggings and high cut shorts, a tanktop and my sturdiest pair of trainers for the trip. David didn’t approve of my choice of shoes but the rest was ok with him I think, showing off my flat belly and round buttocks quite well.
We didn’t do any climbing, just hiking up a narrow mountain trail, with a high rockwall to one side and a deep chasm on the other. Two hours into the trip my bladder made itself known. I’m a great fan of coffe and I had three cups this morning, plus most of my bottled water and some of davids tea on the trip so far. Like I said I’m more of a city girl and if the urge hits me I’m used to go right away, so I asked David when we would reach someplace with a bathroom. He told it would be another two hours to the next house, but seeing my worried expression he said we would reach a small wood in half an hour and I could go there if I didn’t mind.
I wasn’t thrilled about squatting in the woods but was sure I wouldn’t last another two hours.
Even half an hour was calling it close, as we reached the wood I was so desperate I was holding myself like a little girl. It must have looked rather comical cause David had a broad grin on his face. He said I should go ahead he would keep watch but I shouldn’t go to far.
These mountainwoods aren’t really made for privacy, there r nearly no bushes and I was turning this way and that way till I found a place, I thought shielded from the trail.
I pushed my shorts, leggings and panties down to my knees, placed my feet apart and leaned a bit forward spraying my piss behind me, it felt really great to finally let go and my pee was hissing quite forcefully to the ground.
As I heard footsteps in my back I panicked, trying to yank my cloth up I couldn’t stop the stream fast enough and peed all over them. Seeing it was David I yelled at him why he did sneak up on me like that, still fumbling with my now dripping wet leggings. He said that someone was coming up the trail and he just had tried to warn me cause I still could be seen from there, but as he called I didn’t seem to hear and so he came a few steps closer.
It was true, in my desperate attempt to find a hidden spot for my wee I got turned around and the way I did stand there bent forward at the waist, my pussy and ass must have been in full display from the trail. But at that moment still in the rush of my unfounded fear, I couldn’t see reason and needed someone to blame. I yelled at him that he had scared me and now I had peed myself and it was all his fault, hammering his chest with my fists quite ineffectualy cause David is at least a foot taller then me and well muscled. He pulled me close pinning my arms in a hug and made soothing noises till I calmed down.
Somehow it was feeling quite nice knowing myself in such a vulnerable and shameful position with my shorts around my ankles, my leggings and panties soaked with my own pee sticking to my pussy, but protected by a strong and caring male.
I looked up at him, slowly rubbing the inside of my thigh on his knee and said with a small voice and a mischievous grin, he should be careful I would get him all wet, but he told me with his deep voice he wasn’t worried about that.
He hoisted me up in his arms and found a secluded spot for us where he peeled my wet and smelly cloth of and showed me that he wasn’t afraid to get a little pee on himself.
We had quite enough exercise there and then for one morning, so we cut the trip short. David gave me a rain coat that he carried with him in case of wet weather and I wound it around my waist for the way down the mountain. I think it hid most of my little accident but I still got some looks from other hikers, so I think either it showed or it was my puckish smile.
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