Teacher at Pumpkin Patch Needs to Go

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This story was originally set in a Christmas tree lot and I changed it around to take place in a Halloween pumpkin patch after I had a hard time getting that idea to work the way I wanted it to. Anyways, enjoy and please check out my profile for more stories.

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This story takes place a few years back during my time as a teacher at a public elementary school. The school I was working at had a longstanding tradition of taking its students out on a trip to a local pumpkin patch a couple of days before Halloween. The kids would each pick out a pumpkin and take it back to the school to carve up and then take home. The owners of the farm we would visit would typically also offer a short guided tour of the pumpkin farm and sometimes might also bring out a couple of animals for the kids to see. I thought it was all good fun with at least a bit of educational value.

So, just a few days before Halloween, my fifth-grade class is herded onto a school bus and driven out to one of the several pumpkin patches open for business around town. Accompanying my class is the school’s one other fifth grade class and its teacher, Ms. Galisinki, plus a handful of parents and school support staff who volunteered to come along and support the field trip.

I knew Ms. Galisinki as Katrine. She and I had become pretty close friends at the school since she had been hired to teach the previous year. We had a mutual appreciation of each other’s sense of humour, disdain for school district politics, and were just about the only teachers at the school under forty years old. I had thought about trying to ask her out more than a few times but had never quite been able to convince myself to go ahead and do it. I guess I always felt that she made a point of maintaining a clear professional distance between us and I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship for something I was so sure was out of reach.

Katrine was twenty-nine at the time of this story. She has girl-next-door features and slight scarring on her face that I’m told resulted from a car crash that she was involved in as a kid. She almost always has her shoulder-length brown hair pulled back into simple ponytail and wears little makeup. It’s an unshowy appearance overall but she hikes regularly and was apparently quite a good track runner while in university and is obviously still in extremely good shape. She speaks perfect English but occasionally allows a slight Polish accent to slip into her voice. For the field trip, Katrine is wearing a burgundy-coloured sweater beneath a black rain jacket, black jeans, and Australian-style ankle boots. A big coffee mug and leather purse complete an autumnal look that is both attractive and professional.

Anyways, the pumpkin patch field trip goes pretty much as planned for the first hour or so. The two fifth-grade classes get an orientation to the farm and get to see a couple of small ponies and a few goats that are kept by the owners. Following that, the farm owners take the kids around to view some of the equipment used on the property.

The farm owners are presenting a large rotary tiller and explaining its use to the assembled elementary school students and school support staff when Katrine grabs me by the arm and pulls me away from the tour group and back towards a nearby barn we’ve just come from. Confused as I stumble backwards, I ask Katrine what she’s doing and where she’s going.

“This is embarrassing,” Katrine explains, speaking in a hushed voice as she moves. “But I need to pee. Like, I need to pee right now.”

Surprised by the response but trying to be helpful, I nod and tell Katrine that I’m sure that we can find a portable toilet or something that she can use somewhere nearby on the farm.

Katrine shakes her head in response to my suggestion. “The last one I saw was way back there,” she says. “And I’m not holding it.”

I glance over at Katrine and try to figure out what sort of joke she’s trying to pull on me. It’s immediately obvious that she’s not joking and that she’s actually considering relieving herself just out of view of the tour group.

“It’ll be quick,” Katrine reassures me. “Just stay with me for a bit, okay?”

Before I have an opportunity to object, Katrine rushes to the far side of the barn with me following close behind. Once there, she rushes to the privacy offered by the space between a derelict farm tractor and the barn it’s parked adjacent to. The tractor is decorated for Halloween and there is both a scarecrow sitting limply in the vehicle’s glass cabin and a multitude of pumpkins and gourds stacked up for sale on and around it. The location is out of sight of the tour group but little else and only provides the smallest shred of privacy. Still, I can’t see anywhere more suitable for Katrine to use to take an emergency piss and I suppose that it will have to do.

“Hey,” Katrine says, turning her back towards the tractor so that she’s facing towards me. “Can you just make sure that there’s no one looking?” Her knees are pressed tight together and she has already begun to unfasten her belt.

I perform a quick scan of the area for Katrine. Once I’m somewhat confident that there’s no one looking her way, I give her a quick nod and tell her that she’s all clear to do what she needs to do

“Thanks,” Katrine mutters. A moment later, she tugs her jeans down to around her knees. Beneath the jeans, Katrine is wearing a pair of low-cut g-string panties made from a pastel blue cotton. The panties are out of keeping with Katrine’s otherwise quite modest teacher’s apparel and leave almost nothing to my imagination. The g-string is pressed tight against Katrine and every last contour of her cunt is profiled through the thin cotton. In the back, the panties leave Katrine’s entire ass exposed except for a vanishingly thin strip of elastic that only partially manages to cover her anus. The panties complement Katrine’s conditioned body perfectly and look fantastic on her.

“Okay,” Katrine says to me as she hooks her fingers around the string waistband of her panties. “I don’t care if you watch. Just please, please, please don’t let anybody see me doing this.”

A moment later, Katrine pulls her g-string down so that the panties are together with her jeans. She makes no effort whatsoever to hide her pert cunt from my view and I can’t say I stop myself from looking. The pinkish folds of her inner labia just manage to peek out past her outer lips and she’s shaved or waxed away all her pubic hair except for a landing strip of dark brown curls. A single silver stud adorns her left outer lip.

Katrine only barely manages to drop herself down into a low squat before piss just explodes out from her cunt. Her lips gape open as urine lands with a foamy splatter on the dirt between her boots. The sounds of urine rushing past Katrine’s labia and splashing across the ground carry some distance through the otherwise still October air. The entire area immediately reeks of urine.

Katrine’s piss shoots out from her cunt in a powerful jet. At first it just lands on the ground between her boots, but then it starts going just a little further, and soon Katrine is pissing with so much force that she’s spraying urine all a stack of pumpkins situated in front of her. Excreted coffee runs down the skins of the pumpkins and forms a steaming lake at their base.

Katrine is focused on keeping her clothing out of the way of her piss stream and doesn’t notice that she’s now urinating right onto the Halloween display situated in front of her. Rather than try to make adjustments to her posture so that her piss is ending up anywhere else, she instead reaches for her purse and starts searching through it for what I figure are most likely to be tissues to clean herself with. Urine continues to jet out from her cunt as she searches.

Eventually Katrine manages to retrieve a small package of tissues from her purse. Still urinating, she works to rip open the package’s plastic wrapping to get at the tissues inside. However, she only manages to get the wrapping about halfway open before her hand slips and she loses her grasp on the tissue package.

“Fuck!” Katrine exclaims, making a desperate attempt to snatch the falling tissue package from midair. However, her rescue attempt fails and the tissue package lands with a small splash in the lake of urine that has formed up between her boots. The unsuccessful attempt to catch the tissues results in Katrine very nearly losing her balance and then falling down into her own urine. Fortunately, she manages to keep her footing, but in her effort to do so, she lets out a big squirt of piss that splashes all over the already sodden tissues. Any tissues that might have remained unsoiled are immediately ruined.

Katrine lets out a frustrated groan and releases yet another big squirt of piss. Still a bit unsteady on her feet, she then adjusts her posture so that she’s in a high squat with one hand braced against the nearby farm tractor for additional support. Katrine’s new posture results in her ass getting pointed right towards me and I am provided with an unobstructed view of the elementary school teacher’s twenty-nine-year-old asshole as she squats. Katrine hardly seems to care what I’m allowed to see.

“Nearly done,” Katrine sighs. A moment later, she resumes pissing. She’s still incredibly messy and the new high squat posture she’s adopted causes urine to fly back from her cunt and spray over the tractor she’s now using for support. Piss washes over the lower half of the vehicle's glass cabin or else pools up on the running board below. Katrine remains just as oblivious to where her urine is ending up as she was when she was pissing onto the pumpkins and she makes no adjustments whatsoever to avoid dousing the farm vehicle with piss.

After about another half minute spent urinating, a few faltering squirts of piss exit Katrine’s cunt and then she’s finally finished. She makes a cursory effort to shake off any urine clinging to her body and then reaches down to pull her g-string back up her legs. Despite her expressed concern about being seen, she doesn’t hurry much to get the panties back into place, and I use the opportunity to take in every detail of her body. I want to commit it all to memory.

“Okay,” Katrine remarks as she tugs the rear elastic of her g-string back into place between her buttocks. She’s blushing heavily. “Please don’t tell anyone about this. I’m embarrassed enough already.”

I nod and do my best to reassure her that there’s no need for her to be embarrassed. I figure that it’s unlikely that anyone even realized that we were gone.

“Thanks,” Katrine smiles, blushing maybe just a bit less. A moment later, she pulls her jeans up and is instantly transformed back into the elementary school teacher I’ve been friends with for years. Together we hurry back to find the field trip group that we’ve left behind.

Edited March 22, 2022 by rochauthrowaway

[whiskey35 306]

If Katrine needs  another pee, I'd be happy to stand guard.😉

Great stories @rochauthrowaway.

[miniskirtpisser 411]

I love all of the mess that she made. The thought that someone would buy the pumpkin without knowing that it has been pissed on is just so so hot.