Peeing in the bush

[glad1 2,832]

I had a great experience a few years ago. I was hesitant to post this earlier out concern for the party involved. But, I think enough time has passed that this can now be seen as an anonymous encounter.

 

I was on vacation overseas and booked a day-long trip into the jungle. It was my good fortune the only other passenger in my truck was a woman in her early-mid 40s and who spoke English fluently. We struck up a conversation almost immediately and, as the day wore on, got to learn almost as much about each other as we did the local flora and fauna.

Being the rainy season, the dirt roads were rutted and muddy. A couple times that morning I thought we'd get stuck, but somehow our guides got us through. We stopped for lunch at what passed for a picnic area, a small clearing in the trees, without even a table, much less toilet facilities. But, we ate and drank beside the truck what had been packed without a seeming concern for such things.

In the afternoon, the roads didn't seem to get worse. But, they weren't any better, either, and our luck didn't hold up. We'd been stuck a couple times by mid-afternoon, but our driver managed to get us out within a minute or two.

It probably was no more than a hour later when our tires sunk deep into the soft mud, much worse than the times before. Although our driver tried his best, right away I could tell we were hopelessly stuck. Finally, after what had to be the longest five minutes, he told us what we already knew. Calling for help, he said it might be several hours before rescue arrived, but in the meantime he and his colleague would attempt to dig us out.

I offered to help. But, not having tools or being familiar with the area, but there was little I could do. To make their work a little easier, the other passenger and I were asked to get out of the truck. Of course, we couldn't go far, on account of wild animals just out of sight and the fact there was little dry ground of any kind.

While our guides were working to get us free, we both stepped out on the other side, still getting plenty of mud on our boots and made our way to patch of knee-high grass and dirt, maybe ten yards long and half as wide. At least we were relatively high and dry, and only a few seconds from the safety of the truck should a beast emerge out of the scrub and charge us.

I'm not sure how many minutes we stood there in silence, scanning the horizon for signs of life. While neither of us saw anything, I'm pretty sure I heard the call of lions. Not that I was planning to walk far way anyway.

Finally, my new friend spoke up. "I need to urinate. Good thing I'm not too shy." While we'd had a lot of good conversations since the morning, these were the best words I'd heard all day. As I felt my pants get tighter, I just hope I didn't make that too obvious. Seconds later, just feet away from me, she pulled down her bush khakis and went into a high squat. Almost immediately, I heard the sound of a strong splash against the soft dirt and then caught a glimpse of her pent-up stream. Not that I stared or anything, but she looked a bit dehydrated and hadn't trimmed for several days.

After probably no more than half a minute, she was done. The dirt underneath her now looked like more the mud just feet away. As she was pulling up her pants, I suddenly remembered it had been several hours since I'd last peed. Not that I wasn't excited about what I'd just seen, but often a desperate situation overrules almost anything.

"Something about the power of suggestion..." I said, as much to me as to her. I thought I saw a small smile cross her face and I took it as a sign that she wouldn't mind if I answered nature's now urgent-call.

I'm always amazed how I can often hold for several hours, sometimes the better part of a day without needing to pee, then in a matter of minutes the urge becomes overwhelming. This was one of those times.

Almost unconsciously, I unzipped, pulled myself out and aimed towards the mud in front of me. Before I had a chance to look to my right, where she stood, my stream was falling eight, almost ten feet, away. Maybe she wasn't looking my direction, but she didn't seem to make any effort to turn herself away.

It was several minutes before we spoke again and discussion of those moments never came up. It was a couple more hours before another truck came to pull us back out and we arrived back at the camp just after sunset. While we exchanged contact information, we were heading in opposite directions the next day. Unfortunately, our paths and obviously our streams never crossed again. I guess what happens in the bush stays in the bush.

Edited January 20, 2022 by glad1

[Alfresco 11,633]

Excellent experience.   I'm amazed that you both didn't need to pee earlier - what about the guides?  Did they pee at any point?   I would have thought that maybe they would have set the example and peed maybe at the lunch stop.

I love the way the lady said that she needed to urinate rather than pee, or needing a wee or something.   Sounds so formal and matter of fact.   Great that she didn't feel the need to ask you to look the other way or anything and great that you returned the favour - mind you, 8 to 10 feet stream is pretty impressive!

[glad1 2,832]

Actually, she had peed earlier on the trip, at a stop shortly after lunch. It appeared typical of the facilities found in the bush, a block structure with two doors, one for each room, and what I imagined as little more than a couple holes dug into the earth with a rudimentary sit toilet on top. I believe the guides took advantage of the opportunity, as well. 

I chose not to go there, as I felt no need at the time and didn't want the risk of introducing unfamiliar germs to my system. Besides, I was kind of hoping I would later pee out in the open. 😁

I had a nice reaction, too, when she said urinate rather than some other term. It did sound matter of fact and somewhat formal, as if she had some serious business to do. Over the years I've heard a few other women use the word, often as their way of politely expressing their need or occasionally expressing their urgency. But in this case, she seemed to have chosen it because English wasn't her native language, but rather German or Dutch. I never figured out exactly which, as her family was from a town along their border, which I'm sure had changed a few times over the centuries. In any event, her choice of words gave me a stir in my nether 😉 region. 

I really wasn't trying to impress with my stream this time. But, I'd been holding for nearly nine hours and, when I let a little out, a lot more followed. And, yes, I have regrets that we never met up again. ☹️

Edited January 21, 2022 by glad1
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[Alfresco 11,633]

Thanks @glad1, Helpful to know more of the background.   I had assumed you had been well away from toilets all day.  Also, the fact that she wasn't a native English speaker would be quite likely to be a contributing factor to her choice of words.  It probably depended a lot on how she had learned English and what terms she had in her vocabulary.

 

[Kupar 13,341]

A beautifully told experience, and very arousing! Thanks!