A hike with a waterfall at the end

[630king 36]

Northern Italian Alps 2010:

We - three friends of mine and me - were on the way back from a 2700 meter high summit and still had about half an hour to go to the next managed hut. We approached a young couple from behind on the narrow hiking trail. She, a brunette, perhaps in her early 30s, with a slim, very athletic figure, walked a little ahead of her partner.

First we overtook the man, then the woman made room for us and stood at the edge of the path in the low grass. Somehow I had the feeling that the young woman urgently needed to pee. She stood slightly bent over in her tight-fitting hiking pants with her legs pressed together and changed position several times as we passed her one after the other.

After we had passed the couple, I looked back at the woman a few more times. The way she was walking down the trail, it was pretty clear, this woman definitely had a full bladder, giving her a lot of pressure with every step downhill.

The path from the mountain station of the cable car - where most of the hikers start their trip - to the summit takes more than 2 hours and the way back to the first mountain inn at around 2000 meters is just under 2 hours. The area in between is all above the timberline and only consists of meadows and a few rocks. Especially on the last hour back there is no privacy at all if someone would have to pop a squat. And there are also many other tourists and hikers around on a beautiful summer day.

So we left the young couple behind and soon reached the small building with a self-service restaurant. We got some beverages and chose a shady spot outside when I decided to look for a bathroom myself. There was only one such entrance on the side of the hut, which was not explicitly marked for men or women. I looked around some more, but this seemed to be the only (unisex) bathroom. Behind the open door there were two sinks, and in the back part of the room three toilet cubicles with wooden partitions.

I was standing in front of one of the sinks when the woman from before appeared at the door. When she saw me, she was probably unsure whether this was the men's room. So she turned around again. She nervously walked back a little and then further to the back of the hut.

I went to the middle cubicle. As I closed the door, I saw the young woman coming back. She chose the cubicle to my left and locked the door. Through the gap under the partition wall I could see her feet while she was turning around. There was a brief rustle as she pulled down her hiking pants. I couldn't hear anything indicating that she sat down, so she probably held her bottom over the seat.

She exhaled once clearly with her open mouth, then the floodgates opened. Her pee stream went directly into the water of the toilet bowl with a splashing sound.

I can’t say how long this powerful jet lasted, but the waterfall that emerged from her pussy was quite remarkable. A loud exhale of relief was heard several times.

So I was lucky she didn't just pop a squat somewhere in the open, but instead let the urine she held back für several hours gush out right next to me.