Peed My Pants on A Boat

[Anonymous]

Its now cold and the rivers are ice cold but still this memory keeps poping up in my head
This Past summer my best friends and neighbors bought a nice "Cutty", you know a big 21 ft boat with a little cabin on the front and canvas cover for foul weather.
This One sunday they wanted to take it out for a test run down the river and see how it ran, and asked me if I wanted to go along. I said sure, and got dressed in my white shorts, white panties, white sox, white "Seeger" top and white nikes. I had my hair up in a ponytail to keepit out of my face when the wind would blow it up on the boat.
We cast off about noon from the dock and this boat being an inboard V-8 ran like crazy down the river. We were having a great time passing everyone on the waters and hitting the waves with some hard bumps and splashing.
John and Betty, my neighbors offerd me a beer that I took as I was soo thirsty. I downed it fast and Betty handed me another as John steered the boat down the channel.
We had been riding along for almost an hour now, longer than I expected to be out when John announced that we were headed for a "on the river" resturant for a snack a ways down river. Ok that sounded good.
Then soon I felt the need to pee, the beer was filling my bladder and I didnt pee before leaving the house as I was in a hurry.
Every bump and jolt and every wave and bounce made me more and more aware my bladder was protesting that it needed to empty--soon!
We were in the middle of the river just flying along, the resturant was about 45 minutes away yet and the urge to pee was building and building. I started to hold my crotch and squeeze my thighs together tightly.
Along the river bank the shores were almost straight up and steep with nowhere to even stand, let alone stop. We had just passed a river tow boat pushing 12 barges and the waves hit our boat and bounced and jumped in the air, the front end coming up and hitting the water down hard.
I was sitting in the aft or rear along one side and I felt my pee spurt after the last jolt I looked down checking for any damage, there was none-yet. The noise from the engine was soo loud it was hard to talk and hear anything.
John was busy keeping the boat on course in the channel, Betty was keeping a watchout and making some signs and suggestions to John about where he was and so on.
I hadda pee, real real bad!! It was starting to hurt, my bladder was like stone. Those two beers had done their thing!
Another jolt, and this time my pee spurted out and ran freely for a second or two. A spot had formed in my crotch about 3" round. I knew I would be losing the battle very soon.
I yelled to Betty, "how far we have to go yet?" and Betty said, "about 5 minutes yet". Damm, 5 more minutes, I might as well just go and piss my shorts and be done! I was so embarassed and couldnt ask to stop and hit the shore, there was really nowhere to go as there was only barges, mills, steep walls and banks for miles.
Another long spurt leaked into my panties and shorts,my butt was wet now. I was losing the battle. A Big wave, A hard jolt, the boat bounced in the air again, came down with a thump, my pee started to run free, and I clamped my legs with my hand in my crotch and got it stopped. My wet spot grew larger. A little bit of water had splashed over into the boat. Suddenly I got an idea.
I leaned over the side and touched the wave and water going by. I scooped up a handful of water and tossed on my lap and on the floor where I sat. John and Betty were engrossed in where the boat was headed and avoiding other craft.
Another jolt, another spurt of pee ran into my pants now, and my ass was wet and the pee was spreading down my pantleg. I scooped another handful of water and tossed it in my lap, then got a big handfull and dashed it on my pants soaking them completely. My pee was running free now, I was wetting my shorts and panties thourghly, the urine running down my legs and my behind. My pee was soo hot, it felt warm against the cool river water I had splashed on myself.
Betty turned around and said, " oh, man, you really got soaked, wow!" Laughing at me and telling John to take a took as I blushed sitting there in my piss.
You could not tell I pissed myself, only the slight urine smell would give it away.
I went and splashed more water on my lap to dilute the urine smell and some on the deck of the boat to cover for the puddle I had made.

Finally we pulled up to the resturant and docked. I helped tie up the boat then we headed up the ramp and steps to the bar. Betty and John headed for the restrooms, as did I. Hmmm, I thought, let me hit the bathroom and no beers for me this time.
I got into the ladies batroom stood at the sink till everyone left. I peeled off my shorts and rinsed them in the sink.
I took refuge in a stall and wrung them out as best as I could. I ripped down some paper towels and dried my legs and butt and tossed my panties into the trash.I went and did a long pee still having to go fairly bad. I then put my dampend shorts on.
I came out finally sat down on an outside table and ordered my burger and a coke. We spent about an hour there before heading back up river for the long ride.
Only clue to my accident was a faint smellof urine on the floor of the boat with John saying, "wow that river sort of smells some down hereabouts".
I smiled, took my seat on the other side of the boat for the ride home. No one was the wiser.
At least I was able to cover this up, unlike the time I peed myself in class....another story, later on. images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

I know that many of us all have peed in our swimsuits, but how many got caught short on the waters away from shore in some casual clothes?
Love ya all...Dar images/smiles/icon_smile.gif images/smiles/icon_wink.gif :

[mellow-yellow1]

cool story, i would also like to hear the one from class too images/smiles/icon_cool.gif

[Phil]

Great story Darlene, with boat rides and a drink of some kind and all the water about you can fairly easily make an accident look like a different kind of accident. Holly (another poster here) did a similar trick with some coke while on a boat on holiday earlier this year. While spilling something on yourself can be embarrasing, it's not as emabarrasing as the truth images/smiles/icon_smile.gif .
Thanks for posting I enjoyed your story, hope to read more.

[d_roche5000]

Great story Darlene! I'd love to hear about all of your 'accidents'.

[Anonymous]

A great story. It reminded me about a older male story I had forgotten about.
On a fall day a few years back I went fishing with a guy in his 50's and a 70 year old guy. We were out from about 8AM to 1PM. When we came back the bathroom was closed this bieng an off season weekday. So we went behind it I was not to bad. Me and the 50ish guy were back in the car when we noticed the other guy had not come back. So we went back to see if anything was wrong. The guy was still peeing up a storm. He showed no signs that I had noticed and we were on a small boat.
As we drove off a 30 or so year old women walked by. Somebody said (she did not hear this we were driving))"Does she have to pee" then he joked "Were going in back of the bathroom just come with us and squat". This was one of the few times I have heard males discuss this in this way.

Ah, boat tales!

Some years ago I owned a small (six-berth) cabin cruiser which I used to tour the inland waters near where I lived then. A few pubs and hotels in the area had their own moorings and one especially, with a large garden running down to the river, was a regular haunt. A warm night in summer my girlfriend and I sat out in the garden drinking and getting fairly drunk.

Sal didn't usually drink a lot of beer, but it was hot and the boat was nearby. She knew that desperation was one of my "things" so I think she was on a mission that night. As the evening passed she got steadily more tanked, teasing me with those little shifts of her legs and the under-table stuff she did so well. She had a terrific body which she liked to expose - short, low-neck dresses that showed off her legs, among other things. This night it was a dark blue shimmering thing that just came down below the V of her knickers and rode up wonderfully when she wanted it to. More than once she injected little phrases into the conversation: "God I must wee" or "I swear I'll burst in a minute" but she didn't like using pub toilets and the boat was locked so she kept putting it off while I kept getting the drinks in and after a while the need seemed to subside.

Suddenly around half-eleven she announced that was it: we had return immediately to the boat or she would piss on the floor. So we weaved an unsteady route across the grass with quite a bit of petting going on. I got on the boat first to unlock while she hopped about, giggling, on the dock. I just about got the key turned when she called my name and hissed loudly something like: "Help me on quick. I'm doing it!" She tried to step over the gunwhale. I grabbed her but she missed her footing and the boat lurched away from the hard.
She remained poised there for a second, dress up near to her waist with one foot on the boat and the other on the dock, laughing and squealing in mock alarm - I think she tried to grab at her pants too, but it was hopeless. She did as she had promised, pissing a clattering cascade onto the deck and into the water. I hauled her the rest of the way aboard where we both collapsed in the well, Sal convulsed with hysterical laughter. I think I reached up and managed to open the door at this time, because I remember our sliding inside to make love on the floor. I was pretty much in need of relief myself but she quickly brought me out in sympathy (she had a ruthless little trick to make me piss) before emptying herself for at least another ten or fifteen seconds on my face and chest. It was a memorable encounter with a god-awful mess as a sequel when we woke up the next morning!

[Anonymous]

I used to own a small sailboat which had a head but it was a nasty and rocking affair, so most people put off using it as long as they could. I was with this very pretty woman and another guy. By the time we got to the home dock (near a restaurant) she was pretty desperate. She made a bee line (pee line?) to the gate, only to remember she needed the key, which I had to get out. Running back saying she was about to wet her pants (nice, old faded and very, very tight blue jeans) I gave her the key, waiting to see her wet herself. She didn't, but 5 minutes later came back with the key, having wet her jeans to her knees and on the backside of her butt. Her butt was wet because she was peeing forcefully as she pulled her jeans and panties down. It was a warm day and she had on jeans and a tee shirt, so quite a few people saw her obvious accident. I felt like I'd come in my pants when she returned. She joked about wetting her pants for the first time since, she said, 8th grade when she was 14. Later I asked her about that accidents, and apparently it happened in a car with her parents on some vacation. I never did find out details. We did go sailing together again, but she managed to avoid accidents. Too bad, her jeans were a delight to see.

[Anonymous]

Thanks everyone for the nice come back stories..see,, Îm not the only one that pee pee my panties out on a boat or holding it until too late.
Those stories by everyone jogs old memories that make me write again about some other pee pee sighting. images/smiles/icon_razz.gif images/smiles/icon_cool.gif

[Frankie]

Hey darlene Great Story!! Im glad you Got away with your accident!! I wish I was there to see it!! images/smiles/icon_razz.gif images/smiles/icon_razz.gif Good to hear from ya!! cant wait for the classroom post!!!!!!! images/smiles/icon_wink.gif images/smiles/icon_razz.gif Love Frankie oxox images/smiles/icon_wink.gif images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif images/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[hawkeye1]

<blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by &lt;DARLENE>:
Its now cold and the rivers are ice cold but still this memory keeps poping up in my head...<hr></blockquote>

Dear Darlene!

What a wonderful incident you told about. Very arousing story! I really enjoyed it. Sometimes I wish I were a little mouse in order to enter such a boat and get a glimpse of the ladies on there.

Cheers

hawkeye

[scout]

hey darlene, thanks for the memories...
i had a canoe when i was living down in florida & regularly took it out on the Indian river. had to pee one evening while i was paddling about & i suppose i could have made it to shore, but what the hell, i was alone in the near dark & just cut loose in my cutoffs. well, not exactly; the thought of whizzing my shorts in my canoe gave me an erection & i had to wait until i was bursting to actually go. i paddled for about 30 minutes before i could go & man it was great! afterwards, i just swamped the canoe when i brought it close to shore. it became a regular pleasure of mine for almost the whole year i lived there. in preparation i'd usually drink enough to have to go before i left for the river & then bring a wineskin with me to add fuel to the fire.
but the best wet time i had in that canoe was when my neighbor asked to join me one afternoon. she was a young & very straight-laced blonde florida native who was separated from her husband. she'd told me that her husband was even more straight than she & that was why she was living on her own for now. she was lonely & i'd been friendly with her but she was SO straight! & i was pretty wild at the time. anyway, i'd shared a joint & a beer with the construction crew i worked with & was looking forward to my little pleasure, but i said sure you can come along if you like & went into my half of the duplex & filled the wineskin. linda went into her half & i knocked on her door a few minutes later.
i thought i heard her say to come in & i did but she was in her bedroom & slammed the door shut when i entered. i stood in the living room waiting, debating whether i should just use her bathroom or hold it & pee in or at the river. i figured she was changing her clothes & imagined her cute little innocent body in white panties & bra...well, that did it for having a pee before we left.
linda emerged from the bedroom in a pair of khaki shorts & shirt, her hair in a pony tail. she looked really sweet & asked if she should bring anything. i said i had wine & she quickly cut up some cheese & 2 apples & we were on our way. she also brought a small water bottle which she consumed on the way to the river.
when we got there i had her get in the bow & pushed off. i headed for a small inlet i knew of where we could watch the sun set in relative privacy. i honestly wasn't thinking about being intimate with her, (not seriously anyway) she wasn't my type plus she was particularly vulnerable at this time.
we paddled for about 15 minutes to get to the cove where i tied us off to a mangrove. i was as relaxed as i could get with a full bladder, but linda was figeting. i took a swig from the wineskin & passed it to her.
"it's very pretty here i should have brought my camera." she said, as she carefully placed the apples & cheese on the center seat.
we had a kind of stilted conversation as the pressure grew in both of our bladders. she hadn't stopped fidgeting, but it was a very controlled sort of fidget; we were in a canoe & she couldn't cross her legs comfortably although she tried a few times. she sat with her legs tight together sometimes placing her hands between her thighs, but not holding herself. yet. her need to go was having a very strong affect on me as was the gentle motion & lapping sound of the water. you feel every little movement in a canoe on calm water and my own need was getting to the point of desperation.
linda didn't drink alcohol until she left her husband and she was having fun drinking from the wineskin, but had no idea what her limits were. i was about to get up & try to get out of the canoe to pee, but every time i thought to do so she would say or do something that stopped me. the sun refused to set & i was trying to tell a joke i'd heard that day & screwed up the punchline. linda looked at me with her deep blue eyes searching for the humour & we both burst out laughing.
"oh no! don't make me laugh!" she cried out still giggling, "i've got to tinkle! i'll wet my pants!"
"damnit so do i!" i responded, laughing so hard that i peed a spurt down my leg.
"oh! goodness!" she said, staring wide eyed at my wet spot & clutching herself, both hands deep in her crotch.
she recovered before i did, but didn't remove her hands & i was pressing down on my semi-erection which happened to be pointing down my left pants leg. i had on cutoffs & they were now barely covering parts of me. i found this to be absolutely hilarious and the next thing i knew, we were both laughing again. i had to pee so badly that my stomach was hurting, but i was fully erect & peeking out from my cutoffs at this point, so peeing for me wasn't an option. linda on the other hand, struggled to hold it, looking right at me she stopped laughing & i knew she was leaking before the first drops hit the boards below her seat.
"it's okay linda" i said seriously, looking into her striken face as she gasped and spurted hot pee into her shorts. "i can't hold it either, if i didn't have a hardon, i'd've peed myself too!"
and with that came a flood from me that was unexpected & unstoppable. my piss shot out with a hiss, barely slowing down where it hit my pants leg. it was so hot i gasped & grabbed myself, but it was too late & hurt too bad to cut off the flow with my hand. instead i adjusted a bit - not the best idea i'd had to date - and freed myself to pee all over the apples & cheese. with a whoop, linda's legs parted & even though one hand was still pressing so hard into her crotch that 2 fingers weren't visible, her already wet khaki shorts were drenched in an instant and pee was cascading down from her seat like niagra falls. we stared at each other as we soaked ourselves & if we weren't in a canoe i swear we'd've been fucking like bunnies before our flows had slowed. but as it was, we just stared and held ourselves, (i'd covered & adjusted so i wasn't pissing all over the boat anymore) as we literally peed for what seemed like hours. linda had one hand in a white knuckled grip on the side of the canoe & the other just covering her crotch. i had both hands on myself, directing the flow down, when i saw her duck her head and shudder with a brief but powerful orgasm.
i stopped peeing almost immediately, trickling off to an incredible hardon. her flow slowed during her orgasm, then picked up with great force, that finally slowed and then stopped. she kept her head down for a long time and when she raised it, she was bright pink with embarrassment. she wore a crooked half smile as her pants dripped and i sat clutching myself & staring at her. she looked away.
"well," i said. "at least we didn't miss the sunset."
she groaned and looked at me.
"i still have some left" i said (stupidly) "but i can't seem to go!"
she looked at me and we both had to chuckle a bit.
we sat in our pee soaked clothes breathing in the scent of our pee mingling in the bottom of the canoe until i suggested we swamp it so that we didn't get diaper rash. linda agreed and we paddled out from shore a bit and after i grabbed the plate & wineskin & ditched the apples & cheese i climbed over the side into the cool water & held the canoe so she could do the same. she came out on the side opposite me & i had a grand view of her as she went over the side.
the sun did set, as we paddled our way back & we ooed & ahhed as if nothing untoward had happened.
as we'd tied up the canoe and were heading for the car night fell & the only bright light was from the dock about 50 yards away. i took a swig from the wineskin after offering some to linda & felt that old familiar twinge.
we walked to the car side by side, & as we approached it i took her hand in mine. i let go to get out the keyes and unlocked her door. she asked if i had any towels to sit on & i grabbed some from the back seat and spread one for her. i really had to go again and hesitated at her door.
"is something wrong?" she asked, blushing as soon as she said it.
"no" i said, "well yes damnit" I whispered "I still have to pee!"
"Oh goodness! me too!" she said.
i took her hand again and she moved right up into me, sighed, and i heard her going a second later. i started going too, but soon i was so hard i couldn't continue.
we stayed like that for a few minutes, and then she asked if i was okay again, her face still pressed into my chest. i whispered into her hair that she got me so hot that i couldn't pee. her breathing got ragged and i took her hand & let it brush along the hard outline in my pants. she reached for me then stopped after a very brief touch. i could feel her nipples on my chest and i pulled her closer but stopped when she stiffened in my arms. it wasn't the right moment so i opened her door & the car light ruined the mood as i handed her in. i got in & when we got back to our duplex, well lets just say that she invited me in & i accepted. -S

[Anonymous]

It is such an obvoius place for desperation and wetting. Bad or no bathrooms, no place to hide and lots of beers for several or many hours. Can cause even the least pee shy to hold and hold and hold and wet.

[hawkeye1]

<blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by scout:
hey darlene, thanks for the memories...
i had a canoe when i was living down in florida...<hr></blockquote>

Dear Scout!

Congratulations to you for that wonderful story. A very romantic trip with a delightful adventure with a cute girl. I think you'll never forget it.

Besides - your story would have been worth to be posted as a new topic - not only as a reply although Darlene's story was very arousing too and your one was matching.

If you have more stories to tell - please do it. Im looking forward to your coming contributions.

Cheers

hawkeye

[Anonymous]

images/smiles/icon_razz.gif Scout, a really nice hot posting. I felt the juices come into my panties and now Im all wet because of you. You should copy that story and post it on the boards.
I like boats, scared of canoes though, In a boat Maybe we could have a hold it contest with a bottle of wine. Maybe I would feel that hard pecker before it burst..hehe

images/smiles/icon_razz.gif Dar