The Winter Wild Camp

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This is a story about three women in their late twenties who go wild camping on a cold winter's night and must solve the problem of how to pee in their tent when the weather deteriorates outside. This story contains outdoor peeing and peeing into containers. I hope you enjoy it!

 

Phoebe, Amy and Shannon stepped back, briefly admiring their handy work after they had spent half an hour trying to set up a four man tent in freezing conditions. The three women had come to the mountains of North Wales to do their first ever wild camp in winter, an activity that they had only previously done at much warmer times of year. They had pitched their tent on a plateau halfway up a mountain on what was set to be the coldest night of the year so far.

 

“Right, now we’ve sorted that I’m going for a piss over there”, Phoebe announced as she turned away from the tent towards a nearby rock. 

“Me too”, Shannon said as she quickly turned to join Phoebe.

“Yeah, I’m bursting for a wee too and this may be the perfect time to try out my latest gadget”, Amy piped up as she pulled out a rubber funnel from her backpack.

“Ah you’ve got one of those stand to pee devices”, Phoebe observed, “I don’t know whether I’d be able to use one of those because I’m so used to sitting or squatting”.

“Yeah, you do need to practice using them but I think I’ve got the hang of it”, Amy replied with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Phoebe and Shannon started adjusting their winter lined trousers as soon as they were next to the rock. They then pulled down their trousers and underwear and got into a low squat over the frozen ground. Phoebe started peeing first and Shannon started a couple of seconds after, their streams quietly rustling and splashing on the grass below.

As this was happening, Amy stood next to them and unzipped her trousers and pulled down the front of her underwear, revealing her vagina. She moved her pee funnel into position and pointed it at the undergrowth at the base of the rock. As they squatted, Phoebe and Shannon couldn’t help looking up at Amy, intrigued as her pee started to drip out of the funnel, gradually forming a thick stream that splashed against the rock.

“Well this feels empowering”, Amy chuckled as her bladder emptied.

By this point, Phoebe and Shannon were shaking off the last drips, their puddles of pee steaming below them in the cold evening air. Once they were finished they stood up whilst pulling up their trousers and underwear as Amy’s stream was starting to die down. Once she was finished, Amy wiped herself with a tissue and rinsed the funnel out with water from her drinking bottle. She then proceeded to dispose of the tissue in a rubbish bag.

“If we ever come wild camping in winter again, I think I ought to invest in one of those”, Shannon laughed, “My arse is actually freezing after squatting down there”.

“It certainly solves that issue”, Amy responded as they walked back towards their tent.

 

The three women entered their tent, set up their sleeping mats and started setting up their camping stove ready for their evening meal which consisted of instant noodles with chocolate bars for dessert. After they had eaten, Shannon brought out a six pack of beers that she had picked up from a local supermarket earlier that day.

Due to the falling temperatures, the three of them were already wrapped up in their sleeping bags as the beer cans were passed around.

“Here’s to our first winter wild camp”, Shannon declared as she cracked her can open and took her first gulp.

The other two followed suit and before long they were chatting and laughing, enjoying each other’s company and being away from civilisation for a night.

As the evening went on, the wind started picking up outside and with it snow started to fall and blow up against the tent.

After drinking two cans of beer each, their bladders were rapidly filling and they all knew that they were going to have to address this soon.

 

“I don’t know about you guys but I’m getting quite desperate for a wee now but I don’t know if I want to leave the tent in that weather”, Phoebe piped up.

“I think we’re going to have to find a way to wee in the tent”, Shannon started, “does anyone have any containers that we can use?”

“I’ve got my pee funnel, so I can use this empty water bottle”, Amy said as she fished an empty litre water bottle out of her bag.

“Would it be possible for us all to use that funnel if we rinse it out between uses?” Phoebe asked.

“I suppose that would work, as there’s now fresh snow outside of the tent we can use that to clean the funnel out”, Amy replied, “as it’s my pee funnel, I’ll use it first and then you two can have it after me”.

Amy got out of her sleeping bag and got onto her knees, her head pressing against the tent wall as she got into position. She lowered her trousers and underwear to halfway down her thighs and clamped the funnel over her vagina. She inserted the funnel into the mouth of the bottle and relaxed her urethra.

Her pee initially started dripping into the bottle but as before, her stream thickened and started thundering into the bottle.

The noise of Amy’s pee was only making Phoebe and Shannon more desperate and they were both relieved when her stream finally died down. 

 

Amy removed the funnel and bottle, wiped herself with a tissue and pulled her trousers back up. She crawled to the entrance to the tent and unzipped it enough so that she could fit her arms and the bottle through.

She then reached the bottle through the gap and started emptying it outside the tent whilst she scooped up snow in the pee funnel in order to clean it out.

As the bottle was almost empty, a sudden gust or wind ripped both the now much lighter bottle and funnel from her hands, blowing them both into the darkness and well out of reach.

“Ah fuck”, Amy cried as it dawned on her what had just happened, “I’m so sorry guys, the bottle and funnel just blew away, I’ve got no idea where they are!”

“Oh no, is there any way we’ll be able to get out there to get them?” Phoebe asked.

“I’m really sorry but I’m not going out in that weather I think I'll just pick up the funnel when we get out in the morning, do we have anything else here that you two can wee in?”, Amy suggested apologetically.

“Last summer when I was on a solo wild camp in the Peak District I woke up in the morning desperate for a piss and I couldn’t be arsed to faff around getting my shoes on so I just had my morning wee in a cooking pot”, Shannon piped up, “I think that might be our best option right now”.

Phoebe would normally have been uncomfortable with such an idea but given the situation this did not seem like such a bad option.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but yes, I think we need to designate one of the cooking pots as a urinal!”, Phoebe reluctantly agreed, her response making Shannon and Amy laugh.

 

Shannon got out of her sleeping bag and reached for one of the three cooking pots. She then pulled down her thermal trousers and underwear, knelt down and placed the pot into position so that she was hovering over it.

Within a couple of seconds, the noise of Shannon’s stream hitting the bottom of the metal filled the tent, loud enough to be heard over the howling wind outside.

“Ahhh… that was much needed”, Shannon moaned, finally able to relieve her bladder.

Meanwhile, the sight and sound of Shannon peeing was getting too much for Phoebe who was starting to cross her legs in her sleeping bag.

“Please hurry up, otherwise I’m going to have a wet sleeping bag over here”, Phoebe complained.

“Don’t worry, I think I’m almost done”, Shannon said as she felt her stream dying down.

She allowed the last drips to drop into the steaming pot, wiped herself with a tissue and readjusted her clothing.

She then unzipped the tent door slightly and whilst firmly holding onto the pot threw her pee outside.

“Wow, it’s cold out there, glad I’m not freezing my bum off whilst squatting!”, Shannon chuckled.

“Come on, please pass the pot to me”, Phoebe pleaded as she crawled out of her sleeping bag.

 

Shannon passed the pot to Phoebe who had already pulled down her thermal leggings and underwear. She placed the pot on the floor of the tent next to her sleeping mat and hovered over it.

Phoebe sighed as her stream hit the bottom of the pot, peeing audibly harder than Shannon had, something that was causing small drops of urine to splash the tent floor.

“Ah no, some of my wee’s landed on the floor!” Phoebe shrieked as she tried to pee a bit more slowly.

“Don’t worry, just wipe it up once you’re done”, Amy laughed.

“Sorry, I should have let you go first, it sounds like you really needed that!”, Shannon said as Phoebe’s pee continued to thunder into the pot, steam rising in the cold air of the tent.

Phoebe continued peeing for another twenty seconds, after which she wiped herself and the stray drops of pee with a couple of tissues.

“Oh wow, if I was peeing for much longer I think the pot would be overflowing”, Phoebe said as she readjusted her clothing.

Amy saw how full the pot was and remarked, “Wow, that must be a world record right there!”

Like Shannon, Phoebe carefully tipped the contents of the pot out of the tent into the small drifts of snow that were forming outside.

“Careful not to step in the yellow snow tomorrow morning!”, Phoebe laughed as she made her way back into her sleeping bag.

 

Not long afterwards, with the three women’s bladders now empty they turned off the camping lantern and tried to get as much sleep as they could with the wind howling against the tent. In the morning, all three of them peed in the cooking pot again before they got ready to clear the snow, take down the tent and continue their hike. From this point onwards, neither Phoebe, Shannon nor Amy forgot to bring a container to pee in on their camping trips!

 

 

[miniskirtpisser 335]

Hot story! I love how resourceful the ladies are. Thank you for sharing.

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Then they got packed up, had a few bottles of water each and peed into the  cooking pot again, each taking a turn and seeing how much they could hold and go, measuring after each one peed and dumping it into the snow. Sanitizing their hands after and then  continuing their hike, only  stoping when neccessary to pee unto the forrest floor and using snow to wipe and feel fresh. Drinking water along the way!