Anonymous
Wed, 11 Sep 02, 8:59 AM
I have mixed feeling about posting today. Normally, Tuesday is my day off but I opted to switch so I could view the memorial service at Ground Zero. Three of the vicims were known directly by my parents and, casually by me. I wanted to see and hear their names read and was pleasantly surprised that CBS showed pictures. I found myself tearing up from time to time and, when it was over, decided to come here and write up my post, hoping to pick up my spirits. Let's see what happens.
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I didn't sleep well that first night at the cabin. It was a combination of things but mostly the newness of having someone else in bed with me. Every time Gwen moved I felt it and made sure I was giving her enough room. I heard her father adding wood to the fire as well as somebody using the toilet. When the first rays of light were visible through the open door of the room, I got up. As I was leaving the bathroom I saw Gwen's father going outside to fetch some more wood for the fire. I went to help him and we were soon joined by Suzette. Once the fire was replenished with wood Suzette set about making coffee. She told me that she and her father were going out to "break a path". I had no idea what she was talking about. She explained that in cross country skiing it was usually the practice to have one person create a path and that would make it easier for others to follow. With me having no experience at all it was a "must". Her mother hadn't skiied in two years so it would also help her. Once the coffee was done they both got dressed and headed out, saying they would be back in about an hour and a half. As they left Nan and Gwen both appeared. I questioned them some more about what her father and sister were doing. I was told that we would make a "trial run" that morning to get me and their mother started. They said, depending on how I did, that we'd make a good "run" the next day. They described this small lake that they would swim at when they visited in the summer. That would be our destination and they seemed excited about going there.
When Suzette and her father got back they were greeted with a hearty breakfast that we'd all cooked up. After that it was time to get ready for my "trial run". Since they all skiied on a fairly regular basis they had all the proper clothing and gear. Gwen's mother was surprised that I still hadn't purchased a pair of thermal long johns, choosing to wear my sweat pants instead. Four of us had the bib type pants with only Suzette and her father with regular waist type snow pants. As I pulled my pants up I found they were tighter than I'd expected. I'd only tried them on over a pair of fairly tight jeans and without the sweat pants. I felt a little constrained but, part of that was I wasn't used to being all that bundled up. The next step was the boots and the bindings followed by the first tenative steps on the skis. It was a totally new experience. Not that I could really control downhill skis, but the length of the cross country skis created problems for me. They finally got me over to the path that Suzette and her father had created and we were off. Once settled into the path I found it was fun. Of course, I had to learn how to coordinate all my extremeties. It was decided we'd go out for about two hours in all. An hour out and an hour back. That was just about right. I could feel my hips tightening up and my calves were starting to feel it. Gwen's mother was also happy with the decision.
I was pleased with my progress and was disappointed that we weren't going back out that afternoon. At lunch, the whole conversation was about the lake and that we'd make it our destination the next day. We'd also make it into a winter picnic. Suzette, Nan and their father decided to make an afternoon "run" breaking a longer path for for the next day. Gwen, her mother and I headed for town to get the necessary things for the picnic. Gwen's mother also purchased a pair of thermal long johns for me.
That night we ended up playing mostly board games on the floor in front of the fire. We were all tired, a combination of the fresh cold air, having been up late the night before and getting up early. The cabin was nice and warm but the bedrooms were a little drafty. There was a down comforter on the bed and Gwen and I decided we'd be warm enough with just our sleep shirts and a pair of socks. In spite of all the innuendo leading up to the trip as well as the diaper wearing the night before, nothing had been mentioned about the "funnest time'". I, by my nature, had been reluctant to come right out and ask. But as I readied for bed I finally got up the nerve to mention it. At first, all I got was one of Gwen's wicked little smiles. Once under the covers she whispered to me, telling me to have patience. I just sighed and tried to sleep.
The sound of the coffee pot clanging on the stove was what woke me up. Gwen and I were the last to appear in the great room. All the food for the picnic was packed in back packs and ready to go. All we had to do was eat and get dressed. I made a note that it was 8:30 am when we wnet out the door. It was a beautiful clear day with little to no wind. The one thing we had to do as we left the porch was to take a one litre bottle of water. I asked why and Gwen's father explained that with the cold dry air and the fact that we would be burning calories we needed to stay hydrated. I'd never heard that word before but dutifully took the bottle. It was in a net like thing that had a strap that allowed us to carry it over our shoulders. The picnic fixings were carried by Suzette, Nan and their father.
We skiied for about half an hour and took a break. We were reminded to drink something while we were there. After about 10 minutes we skiied on for about another half hour. The same routine was followed. As we approached two hours, I could feel my hips tightening. I asked Gwen how much further we had to go. She said it wasn't that much further and I breatherd a sigh of relief. We soon came upon a clearing and as we rested I could see the lake through the trees. We spent a little more time here than at the other stops we'd made. I asked Gwen why and I got another of her teasingly wicked smiles. Then she pointed to her mother and said she was taking a "pee break". I gave her an "I don't know what you mean" look. Her mother was standing at the edge of the clearing, looking off in the direction of the lake. Gwen said that she was peeing in her suit. I was shocked. I was sure that Gwen was going to do it at some time and would expect me to join her. I wasn't sure what her sisters would do. But to be told an older woman, the same age as my mother, was actually wetting herself while pretending to view the scenery was unbelievable to me. Gwen assured me it was true, volunteering that she was surprised that she'd made ti this far. I didn't know what to think. But thinking about it did help to make the last segment pass quickly.
There was another, but much smaller, clearing that was our basic destination. To get to the lake we'd have to take off our skis and walk down a fairly steep path. Gwen's mother declared she wasn't up to it and her father volunteered to stay with her. The four of us made our way on down the hill. In spite of knowing that Gwen's mother had wet herself, I hadn't felt a need to go. That is, until we were making our way down the hill. Suzette led the way. She slipped and fell a few times but it was nothing serious. There was one place where she needed someone to hold her hand as she traversed a fallen tree. Gwen offered her her hand and before we realized it the two of them were tumbling down the hill. It wasn't all that far and, with about a foot of fairly fresh snow, again, no damage. But the two of them lay there in the snow laughing. I could hear Suzette say "Oh No!" a couple of time and then start to laugh again. Gwen had never stopped laughing. As Nan and I watched I could feel my bladder was ready for some relief. Nan and I made our way to where they were laying and I could see tears on Gwens face as she tried to get her breath. Then Nan, looking right at Suzette, said "You didn't!" or something close to that, and Suzette just shook her head up and down. Then she looked at Gwen and said the same thing and was greeted with more laughter. I was just getting the idea when Nan said something along the lines of "You couldn't wait to the bottom, could you?" and was answered by more laughter. As I grasped the fact that the two of them had indeed wet themselves I was faced with the reality that I was going to do the same thing. My problem was I didn't really want to wet in my brand new ski suit. That was hard. I probably held on longer than I normally would, fighting the thought. I made it to the bottom and the lake before I couldn't prevent the inevitable.
I, at first, tried to keep from just letting it all go. I felt the first of it running down my inner legs to my knees. It was a very much different feeling than when I had wet on the school ski trip. I had been wearing just my sweat pants the last time and they were loose around my legs. With the thermal long johns, the wetness just clung to me. After a few seconds and a few more small squirts, I couldn't hold it back any longer. I was quivering, not from the cold but from how tight I had held my muscles. When I finally gave in the sense of relief was one that I'd never really felt, or at least noticed, before. I was staring out at the frozen lake and I have no idea what the expression on my face was. But then Gwen touched my arm and greeted me with her wicked grin. I couldn't help but laugh. We stood there for a few minutes before I tried to move. I think I was expecting to find my feet squishing in the boots. But they weren't. I looked around to see if either of the other girls were looking and then put my hand between my legs. I couldn't feel any wetness at all. I then put my legs together as tightly as I could and then could feel the warn wetness all the way down to my ankles. I asked Gwen how long it would be until we would get cold. She just smiled and said we needed to keep drinking. I looked at her with a questioning look and she picked up on it saying that if we kept drinking we'd have more pee to keep ourselves warm. I looked at her with astonishment. It seemed to make sense but I wasn't sure.
We ate our lunches standing up even though I wanted to sit. Gwen said that if we sat there was a good chance that the pee would work it's way outside the suit and that would definitely make us cold. Suzette was teasing Nan about the fact that she hadn't wet herself yet and Gwen picked up on it. I remember Nan answering back along the lines of "How do you know I haven't?". We were just about to make our way back up the hill when Suzette grabbed Nan and they wrestled to the ground. With Suzette holding her arms Gwen unzipped the side of her pants and stuck her hand inside. She quickly pulled it back out with her now almost continuous smile on her face. Nan laughed when she was let free, sticking her tongue out at them as she zipped herself back up.
The trip back to the landing was very tiring. I was already tired from the almost three hour trip out. My hips and calves were hurting and I wasn't looking forward to the trip back. I could feel myself being colder in my lower extremeties than on the trip out and remembered what Gwen had said. Just as we were about to push off I relaxed and let my bladder empty again. It really did feel good. We'd gone through the original litre of water by then and we were given a 20 ounce bottle for the trip back. We were all very quiet for the first two stops. On the third one, Gwen poked me and pointed to her mother. She was smiling when she dit it and I knew what she wanted me to see. Her mother was peeing again. It was also obvious that she'd been seated while we were at the lake as her bottom was all shiny where the pee had forced its way through the material. In a way it was funny in that she would have this kind of vacant stare. You knew she was doing something. Because of seeing her do that, I became concious (in the future) of the look on my face whenever I did the same thing.
When we made our last stop I was about done. I didn't think I was going to make it. My hips felt like I had big bolts in them and someone was tightening them up with each step I took. Gwen's mother was in the same condition. The others were struggling a bit as well. I told Gwen I wasn't sure I could go another half hour but she encouraged me to go on. She sort of hinted that she had a surprise when we got back. I couldn't imagine what it would be and just as we started out she told me not to pee any more. I was puzzled. I'm sure it was this "puzzlement" that kept my attention from focusing on my pain.
Once at the cabin we all wanted to just collapse. We let Gwen's mother have the bathroom first. Gwen and I sat on the steps to the cabin while Suzette and her father tended the fire. I was "selected" to be second to use the shower. But I didn't know what I was going to do with all my pee filled clothes so I asked Gwen what everybody else was going to do. We walked into the bathroom together and shut the door. She told me to take off my skisuit bottoms (the coat ahd come off once inside the cabin) and the clothes on my upper body. She turned on the water and told me to just step in. I love hot showers and this one felt especially good. I slowly peeled off the jeans, long johns and my panties and just let the water cascade over my aching body. Then I felt something at my feet. It was the bottoms to my suit. turned inside out. I rinsed it out and then stepped out of the shower. Gwen was standing there in just her long johns and panties, smiling. "Wasn't that the "funnest time"?
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There was a little more but time has run out on me. I don't really think it necessary to make another post just for that. However, if there's enough interest, I will. The next part I planned on writing about was the spring of the year. Let me know your thoughts. images/smiles/icon_rolleyes.gif
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I didn't sleep well that first night at the cabin. It was a combination of things but mostly the newness of having someone else in bed with me. Every time Gwen moved I felt it and made sure I was giving her enough room. I heard her father adding wood to the fire as well as somebody using the toilet. When the first rays of light were visible through the open door of the room, I got up. As I was leaving the bathroom I saw Gwen's father going outside to fetch some more wood for the fire. I went to help him and we were soon joined by Suzette. Once the fire was replenished with wood Suzette set about making coffee. She told me that she and her father were going out to "break a path". I had no idea what she was talking about. She explained that in cross country skiing it was usually the practice to have one person create a path and that would make it easier for others to follow. With me having no experience at all it was a "must". Her mother hadn't skiied in two years so it would also help her. Once the coffee was done they both got dressed and headed out, saying they would be back in about an hour and a half. As they left Nan and Gwen both appeared. I questioned them some more about what her father and sister were doing. I was told that we would make a "trial run" that morning to get me and their mother started. They said, depending on how I did, that we'd make a good "run" the next day. They described this small lake that they would swim at when they visited in the summer. That would be our destination and they seemed excited about going there.
When Suzette and her father got back they were greeted with a hearty breakfast that we'd all cooked up. After that it was time to get ready for my "trial run". Since they all skiied on a fairly regular basis they had all the proper clothing and gear. Gwen's mother was surprised that I still hadn't purchased a pair of thermal long johns, choosing to wear my sweat pants instead. Four of us had the bib type pants with only Suzette and her father with regular waist type snow pants. As I pulled my pants up I found they were tighter than I'd expected. I'd only tried them on over a pair of fairly tight jeans and without the sweat pants. I felt a little constrained but, part of that was I wasn't used to being all that bundled up. The next step was the boots and the bindings followed by the first tenative steps on the skis. It was a totally new experience. Not that I could really control downhill skis, but the length of the cross country skis created problems for me. They finally got me over to the path that Suzette and her father had created and we were off. Once settled into the path I found it was fun. Of course, I had to learn how to coordinate all my extremeties. It was decided we'd go out for about two hours in all. An hour out and an hour back. That was just about right. I could feel my hips tightening up and my calves were starting to feel it. Gwen's mother was also happy with the decision.
I was pleased with my progress and was disappointed that we weren't going back out that afternoon. At lunch, the whole conversation was about the lake and that we'd make it our destination the next day. We'd also make it into a winter picnic. Suzette, Nan and their father decided to make an afternoon "run" breaking a longer path for for the next day. Gwen, her mother and I headed for town to get the necessary things for the picnic. Gwen's mother also purchased a pair of thermal long johns for me.
That night we ended up playing mostly board games on the floor in front of the fire. We were all tired, a combination of the fresh cold air, having been up late the night before and getting up early. The cabin was nice and warm but the bedrooms were a little drafty. There was a down comforter on the bed and Gwen and I decided we'd be warm enough with just our sleep shirts and a pair of socks. In spite of all the innuendo leading up to the trip as well as the diaper wearing the night before, nothing had been mentioned about the "funnest time'". I, by my nature, had been reluctant to come right out and ask. But as I readied for bed I finally got up the nerve to mention it. At first, all I got was one of Gwen's wicked little smiles. Once under the covers she whispered to me, telling me to have patience. I just sighed and tried to sleep.
The sound of the coffee pot clanging on the stove was what woke me up. Gwen and I were the last to appear in the great room. All the food for the picnic was packed in back packs and ready to go. All we had to do was eat and get dressed. I made a note that it was 8:30 am when we wnet out the door. It was a beautiful clear day with little to no wind. The one thing we had to do as we left the porch was to take a one litre bottle of water. I asked why and Gwen's father explained that with the cold dry air and the fact that we would be burning calories we needed to stay hydrated. I'd never heard that word before but dutifully took the bottle. It was in a net like thing that had a strap that allowed us to carry it over our shoulders. The picnic fixings were carried by Suzette, Nan and their father.
We skiied for about half an hour and took a break. We were reminded to drink something while we were there. After about 10 minutes we skiied on for about another half hour. The same routine was followed. As we approached two hours, I could feel my hips tightening. I asked Gwen how much further we had to go. She said it wasn't that much further and I breatherd a sigh of relief. We soon came upon a clearing and as we rested I could see the lake through the trees. We spent a little more time here than at the other stops we'd made. I asked Gwen why and I got another of her teasingly wicked smiles. Then she pointed to her mother and said she was taking a "pee break". I gave her an "I don't know what you mean" look. Her mother was standing at the edge of the clearing, looking off in the direction of the lake. Gwen said that she was peeing in her suit. I was shocked. I was sure that Gwen was going to do it at some time and would expect me to join her. I wasn't sure what her sisters would do. But to be told an older woman, the same age as my mother, was actually wetting herself while pretending to view the scenery was unbelievable to me. Gwen assured me it was true, volunteering that she was surprised that she'd made ti this far. I didn't know what to think. But thinking about it did help to make the last segment pass quickly.
There was another, but much smaller, clearing that was our basic destination. To get to the lake we'd have to take off our skis and walk down a fairly steep path. Gwen's mother declared she wasn't up to it and her father volunteered to stay with her. The four of us made our way on down the hill. In spite of knowing that Gwen's mother had wet herself, I hadn't felt a need to go. That is, until we were making our way down the hill. Suzette led the way. She slipped and fell a few times but it was nothing serious. There was one place where she needed someone to hold her hand as she traversed a fallen tree. Gwen offered her her hand and before we realized it the two of them were tumbling down the hill. It wasn't all that far and, with about a foot of fairly fresh snow, again, no damage. But the two of them lay there in the snow laughing. I could hear Suzette say "Oh No!" a couple of time and then start to laugh again. Gwen had never stopped laughing. As Nan and I watched I could feel my bladder was ready for some relief. Nan and I made our way to where they were laying and I could see tears on Gwens face as she tried to get her breath. Then Nan, looking right at Suzette, said "You didn't!" or something close to that, and Suzette just shook her head up and down. Then she looked at Gwen and said the same thing and was greeted with more laughter. I was just getting the idea when Nan said something along the lines of "You couldn't wait to the bottom, could you?" and was answered by more laughter. As I grasped the fact that the two of them had indeed wet themselves I was faced with the reality that I was going to do the same thing. My problem was I didn't really want to wet in my brand new ski suit. That was hard. I probably held on longer than I normally would, fighting the thought. I made it to the bottom and the lake before I couldn't prevent the inevitable.
I, at first, tried to keep from just letting it all go. I felt the first of it running down my inner legs to my knees. It was a very much different feeling than when I had wet on the school ski trip. I had been wearing just my sweat pants the last time and they were loose around my legs. With the thermal long johns, the wetness just clung to me. After a few seconds and a few more small squirts, I couldn't hold it back any longer. I was quivering, not from the cold but from how tight I had held my muscles. When I finally gave in the sense of relief was one that I'd never really felt, or at least noticed, before. I was staring out at the frozen lake and I have no idea what the expression on my face was. But then Gwen touched my arm and greeted me with her wicked grin. I couldn't help but laugh. We stood there for a few minutes before I tried to move. I think I was expecting to find my feet squishing in the boots. But they weren't. I looked around to see if either of the other girls were looking and then put my hand between my legs. I couldn't feel any wetness at all. I then put my legs together as tightly as I could and then could feel the warn wetness all the way down to my ankles. I asked Gwen how long it would be until we would get cold. She just smiled and said we needed to keep drinking. I looked at her with a questioning look and she picked up on it saying that if we kept drinking we'd have more pee to keep ourselves warm. I looked at her with astonishment. It seemed to make sense but I wasn't sure.
We ate our lunches standing up even though I wanted to sit. Gwen said that if we sat there was a good chance that the pee would work it's way outside the suit and that would definitely make us cold. Suzette was teasing Nan about the fact that she hadn't wet herself yet and Gwen picked up on it. I remember Nan answering back along the lines of "How do you know I haven't?". We were just about to make our way back up the hill when Suzette grabbed Nan and they wrestled to the ground. With Suzette holding her arms Gwen unzipped the side of her pants and stuck her hand inside. She quickly pulled it back out with her now almost continuous smile on her face. Nan laughed when she was let free, sticking her tongue out at them as she zipped herself back up.
The trip back to the landing was very tiring. I was already tired from the almost three hour trip out. My hips and calves were hurting and I wasn't looking forward to the trip back. I could feel myself being colder in my lower extremeties than on the trip out and remembered what Gwen had said. Just as we were about to push off I relaxed and let my bladder empty again. It really did feel good. We'd gone through the original litre of water by then and we were given a 20 ounce bottle for the trip back. We were all very quiet for the first two stops. On the third one, Gwen poked me and pointed to her mother. She was smiling when she dit it and I knew what she wanted me to see. Her mother was peeing again. It was also obvious that she'd been seated while we were at the lake as her bottom was all shiny where the pee had forced its way through the material. In a way it was funny in that she would have this kind of vacant stare. You knew she was doing something. Because of seeing her do that, I became concious (in the future) of the look on my face whenever I did the same thing.
When we made our last stop I was about done. I didn't think I was going to make it. My hips felt like I had big bolts in them and someone was tightening them up with each step I took. Gwen's mother was in the same condition. The others were struggling a bit as well. I told Gwen I wasn't sure I could go another half hour but she encouraged me to go on. She sort of hinted that she had a surprise when we got back. I couldn't imagine what it would be and just as we started out she told me not to pee any more. I was puzzled. I'm sure it was this "puzzlement" that kept my attention from focusing on my pain.
Once at the cabin we all wanted to just collapse. We let Gwen's mother have the bathroom first. Gwen and I sat on the steps to the cabin while Suzette and her father tended the fire. I was "selected" to be second to use the shower. But I didn't know what I was going to do with all my pee filled clothes so I asked Gwen what everybody else was going to do. We walked into the bathroom together and shut the door. She told me to take off my skisuit bottoms (the coat ahd come off once inside the cabin) and the clothes on my upper body. She turned on the water and told me to just step in. I love hot showers and this one felt especially good. I slowly peeled off the jeans, long johns and my panties and just let the water cascade over my aching body. Then I felt something at my feet. It was the bottoms to my suit. turned inside out. I rinsed it out and then stepped out of the shower. Gwen was standing there in just her long johns and panties, smiling. "Wasn't that the "funnest time"?
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There was a little more but time has run out on me. I don't really think it necessary to make another post just for that. However, if there's enough interest, I will. The next part I planned on writing about was the spring of the year. Let me know your thoughts. images/smiles/icon_rolleyes.gif