broken ski binding

[spurt20 100]

Last year as we were skiing, my GF's ski binding suddenly came apart. We couldn't get her ski back on any more. Unfortunately we were just on a slope going quite a ways down, far above the tree line. As I was considering what to do, she told me she had to pee quite badly, which really complicated things.

Though she's just a beginner, I'm quite advanced, and I could easily ski down to a service shop at the lower lift station with her faulty ski and have the binding provisorily fixed so she could ski down. But getting back to where we were would involve three separate lifts and would take perhaps an hour - were in a very secluded and remote part of the skiing area (which is quite large). There was no way she could hold her pee for an hour.

Luckily.... someone came to our rescue. Someone stopped to offer us help and had a Swiss army pocket knife on him; with that, we managed to put the binding back together to allow her to safely ski down to the service shop for a full repair. We did want to be very careful and slow though, as we couldn't be sure that it wouldn't come apart again while skiing, which could cause a severe accident (it would be like a tire suddenly coming off your car).

As we slowly skied down, her urge to pee increased, more and more. She begged me to find her a place to pee, but high above the tree line, there isn't anywhere to go - only some large rocks, away from the slope, in 2 meters thick powder snow - impossible to reach and pull your skiing pants down there and ski on, especially for a beginner like her. She would have to either hold it, or wet herself.

As we skied on the urge became worse. She was skiing funnily, legs often quite close together, and began touching her pussy each time we stopped, pressing against her peehole and squirming, trying to stop her pee from coming out. Eventually I even saw her touch herself while skiing once. As we were only about two-thirds of the way there, I suggested that perhaps she could relieve the pressure a little by letting a little leak escape. She did, and soaked her underwear, but kept the outer layers dry, so luckily she didn't get cold and it dried later on during the day. We kept going, her desperation still very severe, until we finally reached a small restaurant and lift station. I helped her get out of her skis and helped her unzip her coat as she was way too frantic to be able to do that herself, then helped her through the door to the bathroom, walking clumsily on those very heavy skiing boots, struggling not to fully wet herself.

When she came out of the toilets, she confessed that her underwear was soaked, and she was VERY relieved.

Needless to say, I kept my own coat closed during all this. Thank God for thick skiing pants, sweaters and skiing coats which make hiding a giant erection very easy...... ;)

We're going skiing again in a couple of weeks - I might have more to share then!