Posted by Goalie_Steve on May 18, 2002 at 21:48
Kathy had been looking forward to this weekend with great anticipation. She was on her way to Niagara Falls with her boyfriend whom she had met only 4 weeks earlier. John had invited Kathy to spend a weekend just before Christmas at the Falls viewing the always spectacular Festival of Lights. For Kathy the last several months had created significant stress from work, financial concerns and holding her life together. She was just 21, having just moved away from home and was determined to prove that she could hold her own in the world. A weekend away was a chance to leave it all behind for a few days and she knew that a great weekend would further deepen her burgeoning relationship with John. The dating scene had been somewhat tough. Not that she was not attractive, rather her long blonde hair, pretty face and fit, taut body with a very curvaceous rear end always earned her many appreciative comments. However finding time to meet guys had been tough.
Kathy was almost giddy with excitement as they arrived at their hotel. Both John and her were anxious to see the lights. As they got to the room she changed into comfy sweat pants and a warm sweater and pulled on her light blue, nylon ski pants, ideal for walking on a cold winter evening. It was a perfect evening, just below freezing, with big fluffy flakes of snow, the ideal conditions to be viewing Christmas lights. John suggested that they go down to the bar for a drink, while they waited for darkness to descend. She tucked her black, puffy, down filled parka under her arm and happily headed to the bar. She enjoyed two large glasses of beer which tasted oh so good. It was great to just throw back, relax and enjoy the moment with John.
Within an hour John announced that it was time to enjoy the unique experience of Niagara Falls. They had planned a long walk along the Falls, then back to the hotel for a late dinner and then who knew what!! As they left the lounge, in her excitement to see the Falls, which Kathy was seeing for the first time, she never thought to make a trip to the ladies room. After all, she was wearing her bib style insulated ski pants and they were a hassle to take down anyway.
The cold air felt good. She pulled her down hood around her face and cuddled in beside John. With the edges of her blonde hair just peeking out from her hood and her contrasting blue ski pants she looked quite sporty and very desirable. As they arrived at the Falls edge she marveled at the ice bridge and the spectacular lights but she was also taken aback at the sound of the rushing water and the cold, black harshness of thousands of gallons of water cascading over the falls just feet from where she was standing. The power of suggestion was much stronger than she might have expected and the thought crossed her mind that she really hadn’t gone to the bathroom since noon hour. No matter, the walk was only to last an hour and they headed off along the walkway at the edge of the Falls. After they had walked for over thirty minutes towards the Peace Bridge, the pressure was building far faster than she had anticipated. Now, with each step she took she squeezed her thighs together. She wanted to shove her hand into her crotch but she wasn’t sure how she would explain that to John.
Alternatively she would stop and lean over the railing, squeezing her thighs together for all she was worth. When that change of position lost its benefit she would start to walk again. The effort at holding off what was rapidly becoming a very powerful urge was causing her to sweat, even in the cold evening air. She pulled her hood down and tried to concentrate on other thoughts but the proximity of all the rushing water was not allowing her thoughts to drift to far. She had wanted to see Niagara Falls, not emulate it. She coyly suggested to John that they should head back to the Hotel but John suggested that they should take one more walk back up to the spot where the water actually cascades into the Niagara River. Kathy was too shy to tell John that she was about to pee her pants like a little girl. Actually Kathy got quite turned on by wetting her pants. Sometimes on weekends she would pull on her favorite tight fitting blue jeans and wait until the last possible moment before allowing the hot flood to surround and engulf her rear end and after she had admired the tide marks on her bum she would invariably enjoy a very powerful self-induced orgasm.
But this was completely different. Nobody, but nobody, knew of her secret fantasy and she certainly didn’t want John to know this or embarrass herself in front of him. Nonetheless, as they turned to head back towards the Falls a small stream escaped into black lace panties that she had worn as a “special surprise” for later in the evening. She weighed in her mind the possibility of making it all the way back without losing control. Each step was now becoming a Herculean effort of control. How she longed to shove her hand into her crotch to ease her aching muscles. Several more steps, one more quickly controlled leak into her panties that she knew was now making her crotch rather wet convinced Kathy that an alternative plan was in order.
She had faced this predicament once before. On a ski trip, wearing these same light blue insulated ski pants, she had been trapped on a chair lift that had broken down and required more than ½ an hour to fix. She had believed that she could make it back to the top where the washrooms were located but the delay had been her undoing. She felt the warm pee surging into her panties, flooding her sweats and warming her sexy ass. She was skiing with her girlfriends and was prepared to face the embarrassment and kidding of her friends as she unloaded from the chair lift. After all she had a great excuse, was amongst friends and she actually found it very stimulating. However as she unloaded from the chair her girlfriends had said nothing. She calmly and as nonchalantly as possible looked at her crotch and felt her behind. Her ski pants were completely dry! The fact that she was sitting allowed most of the pee to be absorbed by the sweat pants and the waterproof ski pants had provided the barrier of protection. There was a slight dark spot at one of the seams but nothing noticeable, in fact none had even run into her ski boots. As soon as she got back to the chalet she had changed into dry clothes and she washed her ski suit as soon as she got home.
Now she decided it was time to reprise this scenario. She noticed a wooden bench along the walkway and asked John if they might sit for a few minutes and enjoy the lights. Almost as soon as she sat down and cuddled into John, she let the flood gates open. For more than a minute Niagara Falls had a female rival. The warm, hot pee streamed into her sweat pants, soaking her curvaceous rear end. She could not believe it, 21 years old, a mature woman making it in the world on her own and her she was peeing her pants like a 5 year old. She was both mortified and excited, stimulated beyond belief and at the same time almost panicked that John might find out. Her plan had been to tell John that she was going into the bathroom to change for dinner as soon as she got to their room. She would stick away her ski suit and John would simply just not get to see the sexy black panties that were now completely soaked.
The one flaw in Kathy’s plan that she had not counted on was in the washing of her snowsuit after the last accident. What Kathy did not know was that the reason that the cleaning tag said “dry clean only” was that washing stripped away the waterproof coating. Her ski pants were now no more protective than a normal pair of blue jeans although the padded insulation did absorb a ton of water.
As Kathy arose from the bench her first sensation was of a wonderful feeling of wearing a giant diaper. As she had planned by sitting down, all of the pee had been absorbed in the crotch and butt areas of the sweats and ski pants. Her second and more overwhelming sensation was one of mortified embarrassment. She immediately noticed that there was a complete dark wet outline of her butt and thighs on the bench. John noticed it almost immediately as well and spun to look at her rear end. Even though her parka came almost halfway down her bum, the telltale dark, wet area reaching up almost to her belt and down both thighs to the knees was clearly discernable. That she had wet her pants was immediately obvious. She started to mumble an apology to John but he quickly quieted her and gently took her hand and pressed it to his rock hard manhood. If she could accept what had happened he wanted Kathy to know that he was actually particularly excited and that in fact it actually was one of the nicest things Kathy could have done for him. Kathy hugged John and sheepishly admitted that in some ways she was also powerfully aroused. John whispered in her ear however that she clearly had been a naughty little girl and would need a good spanking when she got back to the room. This completed the excitement and as they headed back to the room, Kathy sensed that they would never make it to dinner.
As they headed to the room, Kathy realized that her wet sexy ass had gathered a bit of a following of guys trailing along behind them. Kathy could not believe that at 21 she had peed her pants and was about to be spanked for it. The excitement of everyone staring at her rear end somehow overcame the embarrassment and added to the enjoyment. As they walked through the hotel lobby one little girl yelled out, “Look mommy, she wet her snowsuit just like I did.” John squeezed her arm and smiled at her.
The sensation of being turned over John’s knee and feeling the warming slaps of John’s hand against her soaking wet nylon ski pants completed the excitement As her bottom warmed up once again, this time from the whap, whap of a loving spanking her pussy exploded into an intense orgasm, one of many she would experience that night!! .
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