We were enjoying the beautiful late summer weather today, and decided to go on a hike. Drove to a local secluded trail system and started walking in. At about a half mile while in the woods, she decided she had to pee. It was a twisty part of the trail without much warning if anyone came about, but there were only a couple cars in the parking lot from where we left, so…
She started dropping her shorts to her ankles, and squatted next to the trail. I saw some movement and told her to wait, that someone was coming. She laughed it off thinking I was joking with her. I told her again, she didn’t believe me.
There she was, shorts around her ankles and mid stream when an older man came around the corner not 10 feet away. She panicked. It was like slow motion watching her gasp and then stand to pull her shorts back up. He was very much the gentleman, and didn’t let on what I’m sure he saw. He did stop and chat for a few seconds (which is very unusual as it’s uncommon to chat or say anything more than “hi” as you pass). He mentioned how loud the road noise was from the nearby traffic (perhaps suggesting that’s how he “snuck up”)
As he walked off, she commented that we had to go back. Apparently she had pulled up her shorts long before she could stop peeing, and she was soaked. I thought this was pretty funny, but mentioned that if we turned around we would likely be walking past the guy. Perhaps a better idea would be to walk a shorter route than we had planned while giving him a chance to get back to the parking lot. She agreed that made sense.
She mentioned how humiliated she was, and that it was very uncomfortable to be walking in her soiled clothes. Considering that there were only two cars in the lot (and we had met the contents of one of them) it would be fairly safe to remove her shorts until we got back close to where we parked (it’s a big state park, and heavily wooded so it was unlikely to find anyone else). She had gone commando so… off came the shorts, and we hiked another few miles. Sometimes with me leading and scouting, but then sometimes with her up in front. It was tough to navigate the rocks and roots on the trail while watching her walk in only a thin (short) tank top while simultaneously looking for others.
We didn’t see anyone else until we were nearly back. There’s a little lake that the trail runs near, and it’s common to see people fishing near a dam there. As I came up on the dam I could see a guy sitting next to the lake. When I saw him I alerted her to there being a fisherman. She scoffed at me, thinking I was playing, but then thought better of questioning my warning. I don’t think he saw anything (even some lady in shorts that had a suspicious damp crotch)
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