Posted by weesel on January 23, 1999 at 15:38
I have always been drawn like a magnet to women showing any hint of desperation. I have witnessed countless close calls, but …only once did I ever see an actual wetting, and I will never forget it.
I was in my mid teens, and at a summer co-ed camp. I found myself in luck one day when two girls decided to join me canoeing.
Shortly after we got underway, all three of us were giggling at our lack of technique. I was paddling in the back, and one girl paddled from the front.
The other girl, our subject, sat awkwardly on the cross beam in the middle of the canoe. Her name was Emma, (I think… I can picture her so vividly, but I can not remember her name!) She was an attractive, budding 16 year old, and a fairly bright and bubbly type girl. She was fairly thin and probably about 5'7" tall, with darkish blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a nice British accent and a way of speaking that I found quite sexy. I had taken somewhat of a liking to her, but my usual shyness prevented me from making a move.
I can not remember what she was wearing above her waist, but I will never forget her grey track pants; they were slightly baggily fitting at the crotch, but they nicely exposed the shape of her small bum. That bum was perched provocatively over the cross beam: she was doing her best to stay fairly low in the canoe to avoid any wet accidents ( a capsizing!) and as a result her bum was angled quite nicely, pointing towards me.
As mentioned, we were all in a rather giggly mood and were finding everything funny. We all started horsing around a little bit, rocking the boat, pulling seaweed out of the water and making suggestive comments and actions.
Well, Emma got the giggles, which I immediately found quite sexy. However, I became incredibly aroused when she suddenly and pronouncedly closed her knees tightly together. It was immediately obvious what her giggling had brought on. She then announced to us all that, indeed, she did need to pee, and that she ought to stop laughing. Well, the girl in the front seat found this all really amusing and began making "psssss" sounds between her own giggles. This sent Emma into further fits of laughter, and she suddenly shoved one hand between her tightly clenched thighs, leaving the other hand awkwardly flailing her paddle over the boat.
(I, too had to had to stop paddling so as to discretely adjust my shorts!)
Emma, kept laughing, and when a small wave hit the boat, shaking us up a little more, she went into total hysterics- she was no longer laughing out loud, because she could not catch her breath - she was just shaking vigorously, her mouth wide open, unable to stop laughing.
Then it happened. I will never forget Emma's face. She turned to look at me, her eyes huge, and her mouth wide open. Then her eyes seemed to get even bigger, as her desperate attempts to control her laughter failed. Then she gasped as her attempts to control her bladder also began to fail. She jolted to her side, as a sharp stream of pee escaped right through her track pants right where her bum met the cross beam. She was still staring wide eyed toward me, her mouth wide open. And then in the same split second, she managed to fall forward and thrust her leaking crotch on top of her foot in a desperate attempt to cut off the flow. It worked. As her laughter subsided and she gained some control back, she loudly exclaimed "if I move an inch, I'm going to wee all over the boat". I swear to you, I could have come right then and there. And oh - I was so tempted to shake the boat and put her off balance. But I didn't.
She then gained a bit more composure, but did not move an inch. She mentioned the possibility of "weeing" over the edge of the boat, and, believe me, I made no attempt to dissuade her. Unfortunately, she did not oblige though. For the rest of the trip, she remained crouched, her foot crammed into her crotch. She begged that we return to the shore as soon as possible. We obliged, and the moment we docked, she leapt out of the boat. As she leapt, my eyes stayed glued to her bum. There was a pronounced wet spot which had filled in the area where her pants sagged. I stared and stared, delirious with the hope that she would, again lose control. It did not happen, though and she somehow managed to scurry from the docks, down the path and out of site without further (noticeable) incident.
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