The boat ride

[bearguy 87]

It was a beautiful summer Saturday afternoon, and Nat and Sami had gone out on Sami’s boyfriend Zach’s boat, along with Nat’s boyfriend Connor. They’d spent the day at a shallow sandbar way out in the lake, drinking and swimming and having a good time. Both girls had peed multiple times, just going through their bikini bottoms while acting like they were treading water.

 

But now they were headed back on the small motor boat, with an hour or so ride ahead of them, and Nat realized she hadn’t peed for the last couple hours before they left. But she had drank a couple more beers, and her bladder now throbbed uncomfortably. Wearing only a small, light blue bikini, she had now way to hold herself secretly, so she just crossed her legs and tried to forget about it. Sitting across from her, Sami also was focusing on holding it. She’d peed not long before they left, but drinking all day meant the urge was already coming back strong. She hoped she wouldn’t leak, her short jean shorts wouldn’t hide anything — she’d been pulling her white bikini bottoms to the side underwater to pee all day long.

 

After 20 more minutes, Nat shifted uncomfortably and thought about asking Zach, who was driving, to stop the boat so she could jump in the water to pee. It was embarrassing, but better than peeing all over the boat and her bikini. Unfortunately, just then he announced the waves had gotten pretty bad, and they’d have to drive quickly all the way in to avoid getting sideswiped. Nat groaned, and put her hand in her crotch, not caring now that it was probably obvious she had to pee.

 

Nat moaned and clenched her pussy, trying desperately to stop from leaking. She was frantically rubbing her legs together, trying anything to hold back the flood. Zach tried to reassure her, but she knew she would never make it to the bathrooms on the dock. As the boat hit a particularly big wave, Nat felt the first leak jet out, leaving a wet circle on the front of her blue bikini bottom. The material turned slightly translucent from the wetness, and you could just make out her pussy lips pressed against the fabric.

 

As the shore came into view in the distance, Nat felt the first leak dribble out into her bikini. She looked down and saw her jean shorts were still dry, but didn’t think they would be for long. “Come on guys, hurry up and get us to shore. I’m absolutely bursting!” she cried. As Zach pulled the boat into the dock, both girls hopped out before it had even come to a complete stop. Sami was bent over with both hands tightly pressed into her crotch, feeling moments away from total disaster. There was a single portapotty on the other side of the parking lot from the dock, and she started walking as quickly as she dared. Nat watched her walk with envy, but had to wait to help the boys tie up the boat. Halfway there, Sami felt another intense wave of desperation, and a short burst of pee shot out between her legs. She gasped and paused to hold herself again, and then resumed her speedwalk to the toilet.

 

Sami reached the door just as Nat finished tying up the boat. “Oh god, I’ve gotta run, I hope I make it,” Nat yelled to Connor as she turned to cross the parking lot. Sami tried the door, and found it locked. Not caring how it looked, she banged on the door “Please, I’m having an accident!”. The woman inside replied “Oh dear, I’ll be just a second, hold on!”, but Sami was out of time. She felt the floodgates give way as her pee trickle turned into a gusher shooting into her bikini. With a yelp, she tore her bikini bottom down and squatted in the dirt beside the portapotty, a massive puddle quickly forming. A middle aged woman came out and saw Sami pissing up a storm. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it at all.”

 

Nat saw all this from across the parking lot. The sight of Sami’s pee stream just about made her lose it in her shorts, and she felt another leak dampen her bikini further underneath. She started to run, feeling a hot spurt shoot out with every few strides. She didn’t care, she had no choice at this point. She reached the now unoccupied portapotty, dashing past Sami still peeing and slamming the door closed behind her. She didn’t even bother with the lock, just turned to position her bum in a hover over the toilet and pull down her shorts in one motion. But she forgot how tight these shorts were, and gasped as she realized they were stuck on her hips. Her pee stream started flowing uncontrollably, and she felt a warm wetness pool in her crotch before multiple streams split to run down her slightly bent legs. Her fingers clumsily pulled at her shorts button as she tried desperately to stop the torrent of pee, but her bladder muscles had given up. She finally got the button undone and ripped her shorts down, still peeing full force. Her pee splattered loudly on the floor and then the toilet seat as she got into position, and then finally into the toilet itself. By this point, she only had a bit more pee to push out — most of it had come out in her shorts and onto the floor. She looked at her shorts now around her knees and saw they were completely soaked in the crotch and bum, turning a dark blue colour. She gingerly peeled them off and pulled up her soaking bikini bottoms, and then went out to see Sami. Oh well, she thought, time to go rinse these off back in the water.