High School Teacher Needs To Piss During Field Trip

[rochauthrowaway 407]

I originally posted this in Brutus's Fictional Experiences thread as for some reason I thought he was looking for people to add on to that thread (he may still be - I'm not sure). I kinda realized this should actually be posted as its own thread instead - it's definitely long enough.

Contains female outdoor peeing, as is pretty much always the case with my stories.

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Several years ago, when I was still in high school, I went on a field trip to the see the old growth forest around Cypress Bowl at the base of the North Shore Mountains beyond Vancouver. My science class was doing a unit on forestry management and had used the opportunity to get out of the classroom for a bit and enjoy the warm late spring weather.

I didn’t mind the forestry unit and certainly had nothing against being outdoors, but the Cypress Bowl tour guide whom we were all supposed to follow around along a trail running through the forest was both excruciatingly dry and spoke with an utterly impenetrable Eastern European accent. I was immediately bored.

Restless, after about fifteen minutes into the tour, I found an opportunity to slip unnoticed off the trail that we had been following and out of view of my classmates. For a few minutes I wandered aimlessly through the massive evergreen trees surrounding me. Then, finding myself bored again, I opted to rest for a bit on a fallen tree trunk and see if I could find a cell signal. The trail was just twenty or thirty meters behind me and I knew I would have no difficulty catching up with my class.

Anyways, I was sitting on the tree trunk, perhaps concealed a bit by the foliage and my mostly subdued clothing but certainly not intentionally hiding myself, when my class’s teacher, Ms. Bailey, appeared in the forest maybe ten or twenty paces away from me. She was moving quickly and I remember thinking that she was obviously in a hurry to get away from the trail that she and I had both left. For a moment I thought that maybe she had determined that I was absent and gone searching for me, but then she didn’t make any apparent efforts to look around at her surroundings, and she rushed by where I was sitting without making so much as a glance in my direction. I was left momentarily confused by her actions.

Up until that point in my life I had never really bothered to have much of an opinion on Ms. Bailey. She had been at my school for only maybe two years and my limited impressions of her were that she seemed relatively capable and generally fair but that she was otherwise entirely personalityless. She was also young, in her late twenties probably, and obviously very fit, although I was more focused on girls my own age and had not taken any real notice of these attributes. Her first name, as I would later take time to remember, was Lauren.

Anyways, Ms. Bailey stumbled onwards through the forest for a few dozen more paces before she eventually stopped at a gnarled Douglas Fir tree that appeared as if it has been there for at least a thousand years. There, she quickly moved behind the tree so that she was out of view of the tour group still up on the trail. Evidently unbeknownst to her, she was still entirely within my view.

I knew pretty much immediately I shouldn’t be watching whatever was about to happen. Still, I found myself entirely unable to look anywhere other than at Ms. Bailey as she attempted to hide herself behind the Douglas Fir tree. I also didn’t particularly want to be caught after having gone off the trail and so I opted to remain where I was and stay out of Ms. Bailey’s view.

Then, seemingly without bothering to check for potential onlookers, Ms. Bailey proceeded to lower the athletic shorts she was wearing down to her knees. I so clearly remember seeing that, beneath the shorts, Ms. Bailey was wearing an extraordinarily tiny pair of g-string panties. The panties were burgundy red and, except for a flosslike strip of elastic that was wedged about as far up between her ass cheeks as I thought might be possible, left pretty much all of Ms. Bailey’s rear exposed. I think that I was left momentarily stupefied as a result of learning that a teacher might choose to wear something quite so revealing.

Ms. Bailey didn’t wait for me to come to my senses. Instead, she hurriedly tugged her panties down so that they were together with her shorts, braced one hand against the trunk of the Douglas Fir tree for support, and lowered herself into a high squat. Ms. Bailey’s ass remained on full display and I remember admiring its appealing size and firmness as she squatted. Even at a distance, I think I might just have been able to make out the pinkish rings of Ms. Bailey’s asshole, although that may also have been my imagination. I think that I probably did.

Ms. Bailey began pissing pretty much immediately. Her urine came out in a messy stream that splattered either across the mossy forest floor or else all over the trunk of the Douglas Fir that she was balancing herself against. Even at a distance, I could very clearly make out the sounds of Ms. Bailey pissing and I immediately got the impression that she must have been absolutely desperate to go.

Ms. Bailey went on pissing for what I’m sure must have been at least one whole minute. I was utterly transfixed. I do remember that at one point Ms. Bailey stopped pissing for a few seconds, let out a quick fart, and then resumed pissing just as hard as ever. I also remember how on multiple occasions Ms. Bailey would get down into a slightly lower squat and release a particularly violent burst of piss. I found myself wondering about how just long the high school teacher must have been holding back her bladder.

Eventually Ms. Bailey did finish pissing. She let out a final few squirts of piss that ricocheted off the trunk of the Douglas Fir before quickly wiping her cunt with a piece of tissue paper. Ms. Bailey then discarded the tissue onto the forest floor and pulled up her g-string panties. I noted how the schoolteacher then took several seconds to adjust her panties. In particular, I remember how Ms. Bailey stuck her fingers right up into her ass crack and tugged at her g-string’s rear elastic so that it was properly situated between her ass cheeks. It occurred to me that same piece of elastic Ms. Bailey was tugging at had no doubt just spent several hours pressed right up against her asshole. Still, at no point did I notice Ms. Bailey produce any hand sanitizer or cleaning product.

Having fixed her panties, Ms. Bailey went on to pull her shorts back into position and return to the trail. I kept out of sight and Ms. Bailey once again passed by my position without even glancing in my direction. I remember being shocked by both my luck and apparently heretofore undiscovered capacity for stealth.

Once Ms. Bailey had disappeared back to the trail, I found myself unable to contain my curiosity. I shifted out of my position by the fallen tree trunk and carefully made my way over to Ms. Bailey’s Douglas Fir tree. Arriving at the location, I found piss absolutely everywhere. Much of the tree’s base was covered in urine and there was an enormous puddle of foaming piss formed up all around the tree’s roots. A bit off to the side, the visibly piss-soaked tissue that Ms. Bailey had used to wipe herself was laying amid a patch of moss. I remember having a bit of difficulty believing exactly what I was seeing as it seemed entirely impossible to me that just one woman could have made such a mess. Still, I also knew that my eyes weren’t lying to me.

I think I stood there for a minute attempting to come to terms with what exactly I had just observed. Eventually, after doing my best to commit the experience to memory, I returned back to the trail and to the rest of my high school group. It was a genuinely unforgettable moment and that’s why I am still able to recollect it so clearly now. I also have to admit that I was never really able to look at Ms. Bailey quite the same way again.

Edited May 25 by Sophie
Fixed a typo as requested ~ Sophie

[whiskey35 306]

Another great story @rochauthrowaway.🙂

[miniskirtpisser 410]

I love the detailed description of the aftermath of the pee. What a lucky student having witness such an amazing show from his teacher.