He and I went out for a while today. We'd been going out together for a few months now, and he told me he wanted to take me to a really cute bubble tea Cafe and then go for a hike through a nearby nature park. I was so excited by the time we got to the bubble tea place, that I kiiinda forgot about the second half of our date, and with his encouragement, ordered a large drink.

We sat and chatted for a while, and I finished my drink quickly and eagerly, it was so amazing. After that, he handed me a gift bag! Inside was a nice sturdy 1L water bottle, perfect for a regular hiker. He told me he wanted to go hiking with me more often since he knows I love nature. I was thrilled, we made sure to fill the water bottle up and off we went.

Within an hour of walking, we reached a deep point in the trail, but only about a third of the way, when my bladder started to warn me of its fullness. Throughout the walk, my date had been encouraging me to stay hydrated, and I had already finished half of my bottle. I thought nothing of it though, we were already making good ground.

But then we reached just before the halfway point, a steady incline to a beautiful view. I almost declined climbing it in favor of taking a shorter path back, but I made the mistake of trying to tough it out, and climbed the longer path with him, especially with his insistence. We got to the top, and the view was incredible, but I had trouble focusing on anything beyond my growing need.

Noticing my discomfort, my date pressed that I drink more water, as he didn't want me to be dehydrated, I tried to refuse, but he was insistent, and so in order to not have to embarrassingly tell him that I was struggling to hold my pee, I did as asked, and drank more water. There was only about a quarter of the bottle left at this point.

Satisfied, he suggests we start making our way through the rest of the trail. I nod, and start following him down, until we reached a very steep section, where I'd have to jump down from a rock. My bladder at this point was throbbing, and I knew I wasn't going to make it back without pissing in the woods. My date hoped down from the rock and was waiting for me below, so I figured I'd just hop down and find a place on better flat ground.

This is when my pained bladder betrayed me.

As I hopped to the ground, I had misjudged the distance, and the force of hitting the ground paired with the slight jump my stomach made from the drop, caused me to let out a loud gasp, as the floodgates released. Soon, the seat of my pants were soaked, warmth spreading out from my crotch and clinging to my skin. I let out a low moan, and my date immediately grabbed me and asked if I was okay. I wasn't sure if he had noticed me pissing myself just yet, or if he thought I had hurt myself, but the audible hiss of my bladder releasing its contents didn't go unnoticed for long, as I heard a small "oh" come from him.

Tears filled my eyes as my pants soaked through, a small puddle underneath me as much of the piss had also dribbled into my socks and shoes. I had just pissed myself like a toddler in front of my date.

I was scared to look at him at first, but when the hissing came to a stop, and he called my name softly, I looked up to see a deep, lustful look in his eyes. Watching me piss myself turned him on. I couldn't help but be both embarrassed and turned on myself.

And so, the first time we fucked was in the woods while I was soaked in piss. I still can't help but wonder if he encouraged me to drink so much to make me piss myself... hmmm... ;)

(And since he had to piss too, after we fucked, since my clothes were already soaked, he took his turn pissing on me. He also had a spare change of clothes... lucky me huh? ;3)

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