The Wet Camping Trip: A Saga

Chapter 1: An Introduction to Emma

Emma flushed and inspected the damage to her blue-check pyjama shorts. A large, fresh wet spot covered the left side, darkening the colours. The twenty-four year old blushed, despite being alone. She'd hadn't wet the bed – or come close to it - since she was fourteen. And even then, that wasn't really Emma's fault. She stepped into the running shower, attempting to wash away the embarrassment of her close call. As she lathered shampoo through her auburn curls, Emma recounted the previous evening in an attempt to work out what had caused her to almost ruin her ten year dry streak.

She'd attended a party at Laura's house. Officially, they were finalising plans for the big camping trip the next day, but in reality it was an excuse to party. Emma arrived early in the evening, already needing a wee. The walk to Laura's new house was much longer than Emma anticipated, and she forgot to go to the toilet before she left her own apartment.

"Sorry Laura," Emma said, crossing her legs on her friend's doorstep. "Do you mind if I use your loo? I'm busting."

With a chuckle, Laura invited her in and showed her to the bathroom. Emma thanked her friend and relieved her full bladder. When she made it back to the living room, she took Laura's offer of a beer and the two women started chatting. Slowly, their other friends arrived, and finally Jamie - Laura's fiance - returned from work. The evening was drawing on as Emma sipped her second beer. She felt a little tingle in her lower belly but ignored it. Jamie set to work organising the transport arrangements.

"Obviously, me and Laura will take my car." He said, "We'll pick up Maisie, Kev and Alice at eight."

"That's so early!" Exclaimed a petite girl with bright pink hair.

"Please don't be late Maisie, I want to get there on time this year."

The pink haired girl huffed, and downed her wine before tottering away, towards the bathroom. Emma's bladder twinged again.

"Anyway," continued Jamie, "Em, you'll go with Dave and all the camping equipment."

Dave mock-saluted. With the transport arrangements agreed, and with Maisie's return from her comfort break, the group made their way outside to load up Dave's car.

As she stood, Emma became aware of just how full her bladder was. She'd finished off her second beer during the discussion and started on a third. The sudden change in position sent a wave of need through her, causing her to squeeze her thighs together.

"You alright there Em?" Dave said, his dark eyes full of concern.

Red hot embarrassment shot through Emma's chest. She relaxed her legs and nodded. "Just a bit stiff."

They joined the others outside. Carrying her tent added extra pressure to her bladder, and she longed to discreetly squeeze herself. Unfortunately, she needed both hands to help arrange the camping equipment. Bending over to put things on the back seat of the car seemed to double her desperation, and she needed to step from foot to foot when no one was looking.

Finally, the car was packed and everyone headed back inside. Emma intended to go for a wee then, but Alice reached the bathroom first. Deciding that she didn't need to go that badly, Emma resolved to hold it. She made her way back to the living room, where Dave handed her a fourth beer, despite her only being halfway through her third. The two of them sat on the sofa, catching up. Dave worked in London, and rarely came back to town. Emma thought that the beer might be affecting her more than usual, as she didn't remember him looking so good. His dark eyes, blonde hair and tanned skin gave him the look of a surfer.

As they talked, Emma absent-mindedly finished both bottles of beer. She crossed her legs one way, then the other, then fanned them from side to side. The pressure in her bladder grew. Every so often she would lean forwards, and at one point she held one of Laura's throw cushions in her lap to discreetly hold herself. But the conversation flowed, and the thought of her rapidly expanding bladder slipped to the back of her mind, helped by the gentle buzz of the alcohol she'd consumed.

Eventually everyone started to leave, due to their early start the following day. Emma left with Dave, and had just declined a lift home when her bladder sent an emergency signal. Her thighs clenched together and she doubled over, using all her effort to hold back her pee. For a moment, she considered knocking on the door and asking Laura if she could use the loo again. She decided against it though, as Laura and Jamie had been very touchy for the last hour and Emma didn't want to interrupt them.

Standing up straight, she resolved to make it home although she wasn't sure she could keep her jeans dry. With a deep breath, she took a step and surprised herself by not immediately leaking into her knickers.

I can do this.

Emma's poor bladder throbbed with every step as she hobbled down the street. Several times she needed to stop and hold herself. Halfway home, Emma reached a crossing and had to wait for the lights to change. Her bladder contracted, trying desperately to push it's contents into Emma's jeans and down her legs. Involuntarily she held herself and bobbed up and down while stepping from foot to foot. Heat radiated across her cheeks as she remembered where she was. If it had been dark, Emma would have given up and flooded herself. As it were, the summer evenings remained light with people milling around, walking their dogs and enjoying the warmth. And looking at Emma almost having an accident in the street. The people everywhere also meant that stopping for a tactical whizz in a bush was also out of the question.

Fighting back, she clenched every muscle she could. Emma made it to her front door without incident. Key in hand, she pushed the door open and started up the stairs. Never had she more despised living in the upstairs flat. Another wave of desperation washed over her. Her pink knickers were on the verge of suddenly becoming very wet. Finally, and surprisingly still dry, Emma reached the door to her flat.

Door opened, jeans unbuttoned and Emma ran to the bathroom. She missed the toilet, starting to go before she sat down. Pee poured out of her in a cascading waterfall the moment her knickers were out of the way. It splattered onto the floor, narrowly avoiding the back of her legs. Not even trying to stop the flow, Emma flopped down, tinkling on the seat as she did. She relieved herself, feeling the tension leave as her overstretched bladder emptied.

That must be it then. Emma concluded to herself. I tired my bladder out.

Wrapping herself in a soft white towel, Emma made her way to her bedroom. Upon re-inspection, there was in fact a small damp patch on her sheets. But that didn't count as wetting the bed. It was just a leak. The water she drank before bed, mixed with her poor, overworked bladder caused her to start wetting the bed. She wasn't even having a toilet dream! Thankfully, the feeling of her shorts getting wet woke her up as she started having an accident and kept her bed mostly dry. Unluckily, a desperate dash to the toilet was in order, and a few leaks were lost along the way.

Emma sighed. Almost wetting the bed and destroying a ten year dry streak was not the way she wanted to start her camping trip. Especially when faced with a five hour car journey with Dave. How embarrassing would it be to wet herself in front of him? Well, it couldn't be worse than the time when her parents had put her in a pull up for a long trip and she'd ended up having to use it while they were stuck in traffic. Emma flushed red at the memory.

She shook her head, water droplets falling from the ends of her curls. Determined not to dwell on it, she dressed and headed downstairs for some breakfast to wait for Dave to arrive.