Summer Camp Leader Job Pt.1

[rochauthrowaway 333]

I generally haven't been big into writing multi-part stories but I intend to write at least one follow-up to this one. This story features female urination.

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This story takes place a few years back when I was working as a camp leader at a small summer camp located on one of the San Juan islands in Puget Sound. I had picked up the job after coming across an employment ad posted onto a bulletin board in my university’s student union and figuring that I could handle managing some twelve-to-fourteen-year-olds for a couple of months. Being a camp leader didn’t pay a whole lot of money but it meant a place to stay and food to eat while I was between semesters and that sounded okay to me. Mom had died the previous spring and the douchebag she had met online had sold the family house and made off with pretty much all the money so I didn’t exactly have a whole lot of better options. Besides, I liked the outdoors and a couple of the female camp leaders the Photoshop guy had put on the poster to suck in people like me looked kinda hot. I guess I figured that it couldn’t be a terrible time.

Anyways, I finish my last few exams for the semester and a couple of days later find myself watching the cool waters of Puget Sound rush by as the camp’s small ferry boat shuttles me from Anacortes over to the island summer camp. The ferry boat is filled with teenaged campers and their accompanying baggage. Excluding myself, the only adults on the boat are its pilot and Katherine, one of the other camp leaders. Katherine and I get along pretty much immediately and we spend the forty-odd minute boat ride chatting and doing our best to keep the boat’s passengers from fighting or accidentally throwing themselves overboard. Between sips from a large Starbucks drink that she tells me is passionfruit lemonade, Katherine explains that she is twenty, just finished her second year studying philosophy at Western, and wanted to give being a camp leader a shot before hopefully going on to teach high school. 

Katherine is absolutely gorgeous and would more than fit in on the employment ad I had seen. She has curly black hair that extends just past her shoulders and a warm olive skin tone that makes me think that she maybe has some Balkan or Levantine heritage. She is dressed in a faded t-shirt advertising an decades-old Tom Petty tour, khaki short-shorts that show off her slender legs, and some beaten up hiking boots. A pair of knock-off Wayfarer sunglasses and a large backpack complete her look. 

Anyways, about twenty minutes into the ferry boat ride, I notice that Katherine appears to be in some degree of discomfort. She becomes distractible and fidgety and starts biting her lower lip. Not long after, she acknowledges that she needs to relieve herself. “I gotta go pee,” she admits to me. “Like, I really gotta go pee.”

I am not exactly sure how to respond. Katherine and I had told all the campers that there would be no facilities available on the ferry boat and that they should take care to use a washroom prior to departure; I suppose that Katherine had neglected to heed her own advice. I decide not to point this out and instead reply that I’m sure that she’ll be able to get off the boat and use one of the camp’s washrooms shortly.

Katherine looks nervous. “I don’t know if I can hold it,” she groans. “I drank a lot of coffee.”

Katherine spends the remainder of the boat journey in apparent agony. She starts crossing her legs tightly and then begins hopping from one foot to the other. It’s obvious that the efforts aren’t helping much. I don’t say anything but I’m a bit turned on knowing that Katherine desperately needs to piss.

After another twenty or so minutes pass, the camp’s small dock comes into view. The camp shares the dock with a handful of people, mostly wealthy retirees, who have properties on the island and there are a variety of expensive looking motorboats moored to the dock. The ferry’s pilot takes his boat in at a torturously slow speed to avoid damaging anything and the process almost seems as if it is deliberately intended to taunt Katherine. Katherine does her best to maintain her composure but it’s clearly a major struggle.

Once the ferry boat does finally dock, Katherine and I are still responsible for ensuring the various campers disembark safely from the boat with their baggage. We do this as quickly as possible but it still seems to take an inordinate amount of time. Katherine starts to get a bit irritable with some of the more lethargic campers and ends up apologizing a couple of times for her seemingly unwarranted rudeness. 

Eventually Katherine and I manage to get everyone off the ferry boat. A pair of camp leaders whom I am not yet familiar with appear at the end of the dock and take custody of the newly landed campers and the ferry peels off away from the dock and begins its return journey to the mainland. 

Katherine and I  are still standing at the end of the dock when Katherine makes it clear to me that she isn’t able to wait even a moment longer. “James,” she gasps, jamming a hand between her crossed legs. “I gotta go pee right now. Like, I gotta go pee right fucking now.”

Before I even get a chance to respond, Katherine runs behind a derelict fuel pump built into the middle of the dock. The fuel pump offers the only obvious vestige of privacy anywhere nearby and Katherine begins unfastening her belt and unbuttoning her shorts behind what little cover it provides to her. She moves frantically and has obviously reached her bladder’s absolute limit. I’m blown away realizing that Katherine is about to urinate right off the camp’s dock.

Despite really wanting to see Katherine piss, I decide to be polite and give her some space and I start walking down the dock; however, Katherine intervenes before I move far. “Please don’t go,” she implores. “I need you to make sure nobody sees me doing this.” 

Glancing around, the dock appears deserted and the prospect of anyone observing Katherine relieving herself seems remote, but I hardly want to argue. Instead, I stand just a few feet away as Katherine yanks her short-shorts down to her knees. Beneath the shorts, Katherine is wearing a revealing pair of thong panties made from burgundy-coloured cotton. There’s a small wet spot on the thong’s gusset right where Katherine’s cunt is pressed into the fabric and it's obvious that she’s leaked a bit. 

Displaying no hesitation whatsoever, Katherine proceeds to tug the thong down so that it is together with her shorts. She then hurriedly drops down into a low squat, spreads her legs, and provides me with a completely unobstructed view of her cunt. She has shaved away every last inch of pubic hair and her cunt appears flushed and tight. Katherine appears entirely unconcerned with what I can see and makes no attempts whatsoever to hide any part of her anatomy from me.

A moment later, Katherine begins urinating. Piss explodes out from her cunt in a series of heavy squirts and sprays across the dock or else drips through the gaps in the wooden boards at her feet and into the pristine ocean water below. Each squirt of piss causes Katherine’s shaved labia to spread apart just slightly and after just a few squirts her cunt is fully agape.

As she continues to urinate, Katherine’s face turns a bright shade of scarlet. “I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. “I really couldn’t have waited another moment.”

Katherine punctuates the apology by letting out a particularly strong squirt of urine. Suddenly, she is pissing so hard that she’s overshooting the dock entirely and instead sending urine splattering all over a vintage runabout boat moored just a few feet from where she is squatting. Piss impacts against the boat's mahogany hull with a loud splattering sound and runs down its freeboard and into the water. Katherine is fully occupied trying to keep her balance and takes no notice of where she is pissing. She sprays more urine onto the watercraft’s mahogany exterior just moments later.

After urinating for something like thirty seconds, Katherine’s piss squirts come out less and less frequently and then stop coming entirely. I figure that Katherine must surely be finished emptying her bladder, but she just lets out a relieved little sigh and adjusts her posture so that she’s in a slightly lower squat. Her cunt opens and closes a few times and a thin string of vaginal fluid seeps out from between her labia and pools up on the urine-soaked wooden boards at her feet.

A moment later, Katherine resumes urinating. She pisses even harder than before and manages to spray urine not just onto the motorboat’s exterior but also into the boat's cockpit seating area. Piss splatters onto the watercraft's controls and pools up on its vinyl upholstery. A bit even gets onto the boat’s glass windscreen. Katherine’s attention remains directed elsewhere and she obviously has no idea that she is making a huge mess.

Eventually, with both the motorboat and a large swath of the dock covered in excreted passionfruit lemonade, urine starts to exit Katherine’s cunt only in a slight dribble. “Okay,” Katherine comments. “I’m all done.” Then, with piss still dribbling out from her cunt, she pulls her thong back up her legs. She releases a thimbleful of urine just as she gets the thong back into place and the piss adds to the wet spot that is already formed on the gusset of her panties. Katherine either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. 

“Sorry to put you through that,” Katherine comments as she tugs the back panel of her panties up between her buttocks. “I can’t tell you how embarrassed I am.”

I shrug and tell Katherine she doesn’t need to feel embarrassed. I’m not entirely sure if that’s true but it seems like the right thing to say and I go with it. I decide not to say anything about the piss-soaked motorboat.

Katherine gives me a small smile. Together, we walk down the dock to rejoin the campers.

Edited August 2, 2022 by rochauthrowaway

[whiskey35 298]

Another great story @rochauthrowaway. Looking forward to the next chapter.🙂

[miniskirtpisser 336]

This is amazing!! I love the combination of desperation, relief, & accidental naughtiness. I can’t wait for the next chapter. 

[Schmitty20 266]

Great story! Did she ever mention her wet panties?

[rochauthrowaway 333]

12 hours ago, Schmitty20 said:

Great story! Did she ever mention her wet panties?

It's a fictional story lol. Do you want me to write something extra about that?

[glad1 2,609]

While your story may be a work of fiction, it doesn't stray far from a few of my true experiences.

I've led several dozen mixed-gender dayhikes. My charges were all adults, post-college age to active seniors, and usually there were more women than men. 

Now, I considered a very good leader. Before we set off, I gave them a description of the trail ahead, along with basic safety instruction. I also stressed to them the importance of good hydration, but also told them we'd be taking rest stops at least every couple hours.

Usually, that was frequent enough for most hikers. And, then there were some who seemed to be able to hold all day. But, occasionally there were a few who took my warning of dehydration maybe a bit too seriously. In particular I recall one late-twenties woman who seemed to be popping a squat every thirty minutes and towards the end of the day never even bothered stepping off the trail.

[Jar351 401]

A great story I'd love to hear another version of it 

[rochauthrowaway 333]

14 hours ago, Jar351 said:

A great story I'd love to hear another version of it 

Thanks. As probably some of you have noticed, I never did write a second part of this story (although I have written several new stories since). I had some ideas at the time I was writing this story and there was definitely a plan for a follow-up, but for one reason or another I never actually did the writing.

It may happen one day still. I can tell you Katherine definitely wasn't the only camp leader who had to take an emergency piss that summer.