Our Little Secret

There was the usual drinking and pot smoking and since we were out in the middle of nowhere, there were no places to “go” for the ladies. Anyway, this one girl was consuming a copious amount of alcohol and we all know what that does to people. It lowers your inhibitions and makes you have to pee every 10 minutes.
Meg, the girl in question was always a bit of an exhibitionist and quite open about her body. We were all gathered around the fire and she kept saying “man I really have to pee.” After about the 4th time she said this she said “Fuck it, I am just gonna go right here” so she stepped back about 3 feet from the fire, turned her back towards us and let rip one of the most powerful streams I have ever seen. Everybody pretty much laughed it off and thought it was funny except for Katie, one of the girls in the group. She just sat there and said “that is not fair, I can’t do that and I really have to go.” We all egged her on about it, but she absolutely refused to “go out in the open like this.” Oh well, her loss I guess.
Anyway, more time goes by and the night drags on and by this time, both Meg and Katie are wasted. Meg is now at the point that she is going about every 15 minutes or so just for the fun of it. She is giving everyone pretty good views if they were watching, but only I was and I watched her 4 times including the first time. But Katie is now at the point that she is fidgeting in her lawn chair and making a severely unhappy face.
I go over to her and ask her what is wrong and she says that she is about to wet her pants if she doesn’t get to a bathroom very soon. I pretty much believe her because she has been drinking for a few hours now and has not been going like the other girls have (there were others, but they went into the woods and I didn’t get to see anything) She then asks me if I can drive her into town so she can go at her house, and being the nice guy that I am (and being totally into her desperate state) I tell her that I would. The only problem is that there is a 45–minute hike to get back to my truck; so we set off walking.
Before I really get into it, let me tell you a little bit about Katie. She is an 18 year old high school senior well endowed with fairly large breasts, a nicely shaped ass, a beautiful face and a smile that sends you straight to heaven. She is wearing a plain white t–shirt that fits her very tightly so as to accentuate her breasts and is also wearing a pair of cutoff denim shorts that are cut a bit too short and seem to be two sizes too small.
It was amazing to watch her walk because the whole way back she was hobbling with her knees knocked together and one hand in her crotch. The fact that she was also pretty hammered didn’t aid her situation either. We had been walking for about ten minutes when she got to that stage where she would take a few steps and then twist her legs together and bend about halfway over and kind of whimper a bit. At this point I knew that she wasn’t going to make it because we still had another 35 minutes to go before we got to the truck, and then from there it was a 25 minute drive into town to her house.
I think she too started to realize this because she started crying and just stopped in the middle of the trail. She said, “I don’t think I am going to make it” but I told her that she should still try. “I don’t think I can hold it anymore” and her crying turned into a pained hiss from her throat. I told her that she should just pull her shorts down and go right there because we were 10 minutes away from the next closest people and nobody but me would have to know about it. She said, “no I can’t do that, I can’t go outside like this!” and shoved both of her hands into her crotch. I didn’t know what to think or do at this point, so I put my arm around her and got her moving again in the direction of my truck.
I guess we got about 5 steps before she bursts into tears, turns toward me, and starts crying on my shoulder. I ask her what’s wrong, but by that time I had already heard the answer. She was peeing an absolute torrent into her denim cutoff shorts and it was making a fantastic hissing noise. That sound, combined with the splatter of her pee on the ground and onto both of our shoes put me into absolute ecstasy. We stood there in the moonlight listening to her soft crying and the splatter of urine droplets hit the ground for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she finished, hugged me tight, and then backed away to survey the damage.
In the moonlight I could see that her shorts were glistening and completely drenched. She put her hands between her legs and tried to wipe off some of the pee that still ran down her legs from her shorts. She still cries a little bit, but by this point she was so relieved that it doesn’t really even matter that she just wet her shorts in front of one of her male friends. She looks up at me with tears still in her eyes and says in a soft voice “you won’t tell anyone about this will you?” and I, of course, say that I will not. She smiles and laughs a bit before saying, “Well, now there really isn’t much of a point in hurrying back is there?” I say “No, not really” before starting to walk back to the truck.
I notice after a few steps that she is not behind me so I turn around and find that she is standing in the middle of the trail peeling off her wet shorts and panties and using the few dry parts of her shorts to wipe between and down her legs. Her tight t–shirt is not nearly long enough to cover either her shaved pussy or her firm and shapely ass. I am a bit embarrassed, turn back around and ask her what she is doing. “I can’t walk back to the truck with these wet clothes, or else the wet denim will chafe my legs. Besides, you have already seen me piss myself, so seeing me naked from the waist down isn’t going to be any less embarrassing.” Fair enough I thought, so I turn back around as she walks towards me, I could see that she is carrying her wet shorts and panties at her side and not even attempting to cover herself. She comes up to me, gives me a soft kiss on the lips, and says, “We can let this be your payment for keeping this our little secret.” She then grabs my hand and places it between her slightly spread legs and presses it against her excited clitoris. I begin to rub my hand back and forth and she presses her body against mine and begins to moan. On a rush of adrenaline I ask her if she has any pee left inside of her and she surprises me with a short hot blast onto my hand and said, “I had a feeling you were into this kind of thing, judging by the way you kept staring at Meg when she would pee by the fire earlier. Well guess what, I am too…” Talk about an interesting walk back ;–)
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