Posted by S. on August 11, 2008 at 12:09 [24.70.95.205]
Brooke was excited. At 22, she had always been somewhat sheltered, never taking the risks that most girls her age took. She had never back-packed through Europe or gone out all night drinking. But now, she was finally all grown up and doing something fun and exciting; she was on a ski trip with her new boyfriend, Josh.
She had met Josh through friends. At first she was a little intimidated by him. He was 28 to her 22, not a huge age difference and yet one that seemed big to her. He had his own place, a nice car and a stable job. Very different from Brooke, who had just graduated from college and was still pounding the pavement sending out resumes. After several dates, she realized that she enjoyed being with someone a little ahead of where she was in life. He served as a bit of a mentor to her. On his part, Josh seemed to be very committed to Brooke. He was a tall, slender young man with dark curly hair, a mischievous grin and blue eyes.
The morning of the ski trip, Brooke woke up in their mountainside hotel room very excited. She got up, showered, and got dressed. The weather was chilly, minus 15 with windchill, so she dressed in layers. First, pink cotton panties, edged in lace. (Cute ones, because you never know!) Then a thin pair of light blue cotton leggings. Over those, thick blue sweat pants, and over those, her lined grey ski pants. She pulled her dark hair into two pigtails, threw on her wool ski cap and put on her grey ski jacket. She was ready to go.
“Look at you, you look like you’re ready for the slopes,” Josh said with a smile.
She nodded happily, and the two of them left the room, and walked through the hotel corridor, through the imposing formal lobby and out into the bright, crisp morning. Brooke felt a knot of anticipation in her stomach as they rode the first lift up the hill. Her nervousness dissolved as they two of them spent the morning zipping down runs, taking turns leading and following. She was an adequate skier, not one to take chances, but capable of getting down most hills. Josh tended to lead her down the tougher runs.
At lunchtime, they went to the mountain-side lodge and Brooke decided to warm up with a large cup of coffee and a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup. She was parched from the morning of activity, and also ordered a large ice water.
After lunch, the couple headed out onto the hill again. After an hour, Brooke realized that she needed the washroom.
“Josh, do you mind if we take a quick break?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said. “Want to do one more run first?”
Brooke hesitated, then agreed. There was a lift right in front of them with almost no line, so they skied towards it.
As the metal chair swooped them up, Brooke felt a strong twinge in her bladder. She really did need to use the bathroom. She shifted a bit in the chair. The cold air hitting her face did not help the situation.
Suddenly, the lift stopped its steady gliding, and, with a jerk, came to a standstill.
“What’s going on?” Brooke asked. She and Josh turned around, facing down the hill, trying to see what had caused the delay.
The hill loudspeaker crackled on. “We are having some maintenance difficulty with the ski lift. Please sit still, and do not rock the lift. The issue should be resolved shortly.”
“Uh oh, looks like we’re stuck,” said Josh with a wry grin. “What a pain.”
Brooke tried to smile back, but the truth was, she was worried. Her need to use the bathroom was increasing in urgency. “Why did I have to have all that coffee at lunch?” she thought to herself. She tried to cross her legs, but the heavy skis dangled from her feet, pulling her legs downward. It was impossible to sit in any other position.
“Are you scared kiddo?” asked Josh, noting the alarmed look on his girlfriend’s small freckled face.
“No, I just really need to use the bathroom,” she confessed with a blush. She felt shy letting him know about her predicament.
“Well, just hang on. I’m sure they’ll get the issue sorted out soon,” Josh said confidently.
Inwardly, he wasn’t sure. He spied a team of technicians working down at the bottom of the hill. He hoped for Brooke’s sake that they would hurry up. He himself found it kind of cute to see her squirming beside him. She was so adorable, he thought everything she did was cute.
Truth be told, after twenty minutes sitting suspended in mid-air, Brooke was beginning to panic. She felt sweat beading her forehead despite the cold. If she could have just crossed her legs or stood up, she knew she could have squirmed around and somehow felt better. But being pinned to one sitting position was agony.
“How much longer is it going to take?” she asked. She tried to sound casual, but Josh could tell she was upset.
“Look, buddy, you gotta hang on okay? Let’s just talk about something to take your mind off it.”
Brooke chatted with Josh for a while, her mind distracted by the growing sense of urgency.
The loudspeaker crackled again. “We apologise for the delay. Technicians should have the problem resolved in approximately 20 minutes. We ask you to please bear with us.”
Twenty minutes! Josh looked at Brooke’s face. Her bottom lip was trembling, and she was fighting back tears. He felt terrible for her. He knew that she could never make it for twenty more minutes. Even after the lift got moving again, it was another ten minutes to the top of the hill, and then a fast, bumpy fifteen-minute ski down to the chalet restrooms, where there was usually a long line-up. He remembered the huge bowl of soup, glass of water and mug of coffee she had at lunch. Then he looked at the slender body of the girl beside him. There was no way such a small girl could avoid what was about to happen. He realized Brooke was probably going to go to the bathroom in her pants. He couldn’t see any way to avoid it.
“Brooke, listen to me.” He turned her face towards him and looked into her grey eyes earnestly. “I think you are going to make it,” (he lied through his teeth), “but, honey, if you don’t, it doesn’t matter, okay?”
Brooke felt like she was going to choke, she was so embarrassed at his words. “I’m okay,” she said muttered quietly, also lying.
“I know,” he said, “but I just want you to know that if you have… an accident… it’s no big deal.” At the embarrassing word, her cheeks burned bright red. She hadn’t even thought of the word “accident” in this context since she was about three.
She stared fixedly into the distance, focusing on the chair in front of them, breathing determinedly in and out. She would not do this. She would not ruin what was supposed to be her exciting, grown up weekend away with her boyfriend.
Suddenly, the chair dropped a bit. Just an inch or two. Something to do with the maintenance they were doing. At this, Brooke’s stomach unclenched, and she felt a small warm spurt in her panties. She gripped Josh’s arm, and the chair dropped again. Again, she felt a small amount of hot wetness escape her. Her cheeks flamed even pinker. Josh looked at her face and guessed what had happened. He pulled her to him and wordlessly put his arm around her shoulders, trying to think of something to say to alleviate her terrible embarrassment. At his reassuring touch, she relaxed, and that was her undoing.
A hot, warm trickle began escaping into her pants. First it tickled her in her most intimate place. Then, as the trickle became a steady stream, she felt hot wetness seeping into the seat of her pants, spreading underneath her. She was wearing so many layers of clothing, the sensation was one of soaking a diaper. She hadn’t felt such a humiliating loss of control since her babyhood. The stream continued for an unbelievably long time. She felt the wetness spreading into her crotch, creeping up towards her belly button. The padding in her grey ski pants swelled, her seat becoming squishy and sodden. The light grey material turned dark, as her thick ski pants could no longer contain her huge accident. Finally, the ultimate humiliation; spirals of steam arose from her wet pants as the warm pee met with the chilly mountain air.
Brook looked down and saw that her pants were obviously soaking wet. The whole world would know she’d peed in her pants. Josh would know she’d peed in her pants. She felt a wave of horror, anxiety and humiliation unlike anything she had ever known. She shifted in her seat and the movement pressed the hot, wet material against the front of her. Something electric happened then. She shifted again, and was overcome with an unbelievable sensation. Chills spread through her body. Heat pooled around her groin. She shifted once more, and felt a huge, numbing, mind-shattering orgasm.
Josh felt her trembling beside him, looked down and saw what she’d done.
“Oh, honey, don’t worry,” he said comfortingly. “It’s not your fault. We’ll get you cleaned up as soon as we can.” He felt a strange flicker of excitement, but suppressed this and focused on his pity for the poor embarrassed girl beside him.
Brooke was overwhelmed with confusing feelings. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her, and yet she had just had the most incredible sensation of her young life. She was unable to speak, and instead turned her face into Josh’s shoulder and let him hold her as she pressed her burning cheek against his cold ski jacket.
With a lurch, the chair lift started to move.
“About f***ing time,” Josh muttered darkly. He felt only tenderness and love towards Brooke in her embarrassing situation, but he was very angry at the ski hill. As far as he was concerned, this was their fault. He was sure Brooke wasn’t the only one who might have had an accident after being stopped for almost 45 minutes.
When they got off the ski lift and coasted to the top of the hill, Brooke’s feeling of babyish embarrassment only increased. Her soaked pants drooped warmly between her legs, unavoidably bringing back long-forgotten childhood sensations of wearing a soaking wet diaper. Worse, she could smell a shameful babyish smell of pee mixed with wet fabric. She couldn’t help but notice people on the ski hill pointing at her, some snickering, some shaking their heads with sympathy, some staring intently, as though fascinated to see this girl who had apparently sat and peed in her pants like a toddler.
“Follow me, baby, I’ll get you down to the hotel and we’ll get you fixed up in no time.” Josh set off down the hill, Brooke following closely behind him. She realized to her bewildered embarrassment (and sly physical satisfaction) that she wasn’t quite finished. Another long, hot jet of pee escaped her as she sped down the hill, pooling into the moist cavity at her crotch and finally trickling down her legs. It was even more babyish. Now instead of just feeling like she had a wet diaper, she had a leaking diaper. Another small orgasm tore through her body, as she endured this final humiliation.
The couple reached the bottom of the hill, where there were more people standing around, able to stare at Brooke in her humiliating predicament. Josh removed his skis, and then hers. She seemed frozen, unable to move. He picked up both sets of skis and poles, put his arm around her shoulder and led her towards the main lodge.
Brooke’s pants were now damp and cool instead of damp and warm, and she shivered as she walked up the stone steps of the hotel.
Josh was furious. This was a premier hotel and he wanted answers about what had happened out there. He approached the desk.
“Excuse me,” he said loudly. “What the hell just happened out there?”
An older, British gentleman approached Josh from behind the desk.”
“Can I help you sir?”
“It’s a little too late now!” Josh exclaimed angrily. “Why was the lift down for damn near 45 minutes?”
“I’m sorry, sir, we had an unexpected maintenance problem with the lift.”
“Oh really,” said Josh heatedly. “Well your ‘unexpected problem’ caused a little unexpected problem for my girlfriend here.” He lowered his voice, not wanting to embarrass Brooke further. He gestured to her, and whispered angrily, “She had an accident in her pants!” The front desk clerk, whose nametag said “Mr. Leeds” took a look at the small young lady in front of him, and blanched to see her grey ski pants clearly soaked with a wetting accident. His face lost all colour, but his eyes widened imperceptibly as he looked at the sorry figure. Almost as though he didn’t wish to look away….
“Oh my my, you poor girl,” he said smoothly. Mr. Leeds drew the couple into an adjoining room, which contained several couches and chairs, along with a table covered with a silver bowl of roses. He ushered them to sit down. Brooke was worried about sitting down in her wet pants, but did so anyway, feeling them squish beneath her and soak into the silk fabric of the sofa. Mr. Leeds was calm, apologetic and utterly professional.
“Please accept my apologies, on behalf of myself and the entire Fir Mountain staff. We would never mean for a problem on our behalf to result in such a difficult situation for the young lady.” He looked at Brooke’s face, and blushed slightly himself. “My dear, we will of course pay for the cleaning bills for your wet items. And we would be happy to provide you with a complimentary $50 voucher for our spa, to help you forget this unpleasant incident.”
Somewhat mollified, Josh turned to Brooke. “What do you say, kiddo?” She smiled tremulously and looked at Mr. Leeds. “Thank you,” she whispered gratefully.
“Of course my dear. Please don’t be embarrassed. Accidents happen.”
“That’s what I was telling her,” said Josh.
“Well, accidents don’t usually happen to girls my age,” Brooke murmured shamefacedly.
“I can assure you they do,” said Mr. Deeds firmly. She looked at him quizzically. “Trust me, young lady, I have been staff at this hotel for twenty years, and seen my fair share of the linen which comes out of the rooms. Many a lady older than you has had a little accident in her bed, which we find the next morning. Brooke felt quite comforted by this, and gave a genuine smile for the first time.
“Now, that’s what I like to see. Good girl. You two run along to your room and get this young lady cleaned up, and then well see if we can’t make you forget this little incident.”
The couple headed upstairs to their room, hand in hand, both smiling for different reasons.