Name: Motlie Kidrale
Age: 19
Location: Romanievi, Finland
Background: Motlie just graduated secondary school in her cold but enchanting homeland of Romanievi, Finland, famous for being the "Home of Santa Claus." As much as she loved her family and friends, she was anxious to explore the world and get out of this Arctic icehole. She often daydreamed about visiting faraway islands like Costa Rica or Bora Bora, or the sun-soaked beaches of California. The people there looked so relaxed and happy... not to mention sexy in their swim trunks and string bikinis. She'd already talked to her dad about booking a ticket to Newport Beach, one of the safer/cleaner beaches in California, but he shot the idea down with little thought. "I'm sorry baby girl. It's too far for a 19 year old to go without the proper supervision. You can go after college if you graduate with honors and don't get in any trouble."
This was about as far from motivational as you could imagine. With summer on the horizon and nothing to look forward to, Motlie knew she and her friends would end up drinking and rotting in her room. She'd first tried liquor at a house party on Spring Break and loved the reduced inhibition and anxiety relief it gave her. It made her feel like a proper grownup and she definitely wanted more of it. After a call from her best friend Satu informing her about the big weekend trip to Rudolph's Retreat, a local getaway in the woods with rustic cabins and glass igloos where you could watch the Northern lights, the wheels were already in motion regarding her next big celebration.
Motlie told her parents she was staying over with her more reserved friend Helmi, whom they liked very much. After packing every pair of comfy snow pants, jeans, and puffy coats she could fit in a suitcase she headed to Satu's house and they made their way to the cabin. "I brought some of the Brandy from my dad's good stash" Satu said with an evil grin. "Ooooh! All I could make off with was this tiny container of Vodka" Motlie replied. The girls were stopping briefly at the cabin to drop their stuff off before meeting up with 2 other friends, one male and one female, to go out to dinner at 5. The restaurant was a fine establishment, and the guy friend was over 21 so he shared his Old Fashioned with the girls. "Careful, it's 90% whiskey" he chuckled. He wasn't lying. Satu & Motlie were feeling slightly tipsy by the time they left for their cabins, and they drank more once inside.
Motlie had to pee relatively badly by now due to guzzling her tea at dinner, but she kept putting it off as was her way when she was enjoying herself. The girls rifled through their bags to get to the ill-gotten booze and took a swig. Motlie nearly gagged. "Ah, this is TERRIBLE!"
"What, you don't like Brandy?" Satu scoffed.
"God, no. That's even worse than Southern Comfort. I'm gonna have some Vodka."
"Well hurry because we need to get going. We're meeting them at the igloos in 15 minutes"
She spent every one of those minutes searching for the Vodka, drinking it and spritzing up her hair, totally forgetting her need to pee. By now the girls were thoroughly drunk and noticeably stumbling. They laughed loudly and slurred their words on the way to the igloo. Their other friends just stared. Motlie wore her light denim jeans with a warm crop-top style sweat shirt and heavy coat. It was about 40 degrees Fahrenheit at night, which was cold but not freezing.
Motlie was quietly starting to regret not using the ladies' room before heading out into the cold night air
"What are you going to do? I'm too drunk and it's too cold to walk all the way back to the cabin. Why didn't you go before we left?"
"I was looking for the alcohol, and I thought there'd be a toilet! Ugh, I'm seriously going to pee my pants any minute. I will never live it down." A tear formed in the corner of her eye. Her bestie took pity on her and gave her a hug. Their other female friend saw them and walked over, asking what was up.
"She's gotta go potty really bad" Satu replied. "We're drunk and not gonna make it back to the cabin".
"Oh no. If you go out back behind the igloo John and I won't look. I'll direct his gaze toward the East and say you wanted to take some pics outside in the snow"
"Oh my god, you're an angel. Thank you! I'll go now" Motlie replied. She took her camera and trotted outside, bladder bulging. But once she got out in the snow, she could hear all the other campers laughing and talking, and some of whom sounded like children. No way could she pull her jeans down and expose herself. On top of that, it was pretty bright due to the full moon, the stars and the lights on top of the igloos. They'd see her for sure. SHIT! What was she going to do? Her mind was racing but her body was running out of time.
The freezing night air kissed her exposed skin and coaxed a drop of piss out into her panties, causing her to grab her crotch hard. She stopped the flow for a moment but was too relaxed and intoxicated to hold on for much longer. Soon another spurt shot out, then another. Now a dark patch was visible on her painfully light colored jeans. Panic set in. The combination of seeing the wet spot and feeling the delicious warmth caused her bladder to spasm involuntarily, releasing the biggest wave yet. It sprayed through her panties & down her thigh, causing her to double over instinctively. Now it was unmistakable--she'd pissed her pants. This was the first time in her life that happened, even counting childhood. There was no hope of covering it up. She stood there for a moment with her face contorted until the next wave overtook her, and she just let it. Panic turned to despair and then surrender as her body gave up the fight under the clear Arctic sky. Her drunken brain began thinking crazy thoughts: Maybe she could piss enough to fully soak her jeans and make them a uniform darker color and no one would notice?
Yeah, right.
She looked down and saw that that definitely wasn't happening, so she instinctively squatted close to the ground to try and minimize the damage. But her legs were already besotted. At no point did she stop peeing for even a millisecond, she just kept right on going as she knelt down to the icy cold Earth. Her eyes rolled back in her head from the relief even as her heart pounded with shame and panic. Steam began to rise up around her as the hot piss met the cold packed snow, snapping her out of her urine-soaked trance. She'd have to sneak back to the cabin now! Perhaps she could tell the others she got sick and vomited on herself from drinking too much. It wasn't great but at least it was less humiliating than pissing herself. But how would she hide her soaked jeans?
After pissing for what seemed like an hour, she carefully stood up and looked around, eventually hobbling slowly back to the igloo. She summoned Satu but she was too far away to hear. The other female friend heard her and came over. Shit. She motioned for her to come inside but Motlie just stood outside stubbornly shaking her head. "I can't, you come here please!" The woman came over to see what Motlie wanted and saw her jeans immediately.
"Oh my, how did that happen?" she whispered with a worried grin.
"Shhh, don't ask. I'm going back to the cabin. Please tell John I got sick and threw up. I can't bear for a man to see me like this."
"Oh no you're not, you can't do that. You're way too drunk to walk alone in the freezing night by yourself. You could get lost and freeze to death. A bear could eat you. Come inside, we won't stay long. Probably 15 more minutes."
"I CAN'T! I'll die of humiliation" she whisper-yelled adamantly. "I'd rather be eaten by a bear."
"Don't be ridiculous, it's dark & he doesn't care. We're here to look at the sky, not your jeans. People go missing every year in these woods. You're not walking by yourself. Wait, I know! Hold on just a sec. I have the perfect thing to help you cover up."
Shit. Motlie couldn't think of a reason to say no, so she stood in the doorway, pants soaked, and reluctantly waited. Piss still dripped down her thighs as she tried to play it cool. Her friend returned with a trenchcoat-length jacket and a sweater to tie around her waist. "Jeez, I really owe you one. You're the best! Promise you won't say anything to the others? John especially?"
"You have my word. Now get in here, it's freezing and you're letting the cold air in silly."
The girls sat down on a ledge near the igloo's glass wall and waited for the Northern lights to become visible. There was already a faint light in the sky--yellowish green--but it wasn't as brilliant as they knew it could be. Another 20 minutes and the sky was a neon pink, green and purple light show.
On the walk back to the cabins, Satu asked what all the whispering was about in the doorway. "I pissed myself and didn't want John to see" Motlie said in a downcast voice.
"No way, you actually ended up peeing your pants? Let me see" Satu demanded, highly amused.
"Okay but you can't make fun of me. I feel like an idiot."
"Hey, I make no promises."
Motlie showed off her massive wet trail and Satu couldn't believe her eyes. She covered her mouth in shock and began to snicker quietly to herself. "Wow, you really weren't lying eh. I'll be in the same shape if we don't hurry up" she joked.
To tell the truth, Motlie already needed to go again pretty badly too. They had a long walk ahead; in her drunken state she decided it was best to just go ahead and let 'er rip. I mean why bother holding when her pants were soaked and her best friend already knew? So as she walked, she quietly pissed her jeans a second time, the cool fabric getting hot and wet all over again. It felt magnificent tbh. It took everything she had not to let out a huge sigh of relief. Motlie briefly looked over her shoulder and saw a small trail of yellow snow behind her and suppressed a giggle; so naughty! She called dibs on the bath tub when they got back and Satu didn't fight her on it.
That night as she lie in bed remembering the day, she got a dirty little thrill out of the fact that nobody, not even her best friend, knew she was pissing her pants the 2nd time around. She would have to look into more discreet ways to do this while outdoors--it was too fun not to. Even if it was only on solo trips into the wilderness. She may not have gotten to visit the sunny beaches of a tropical island or California that summer, but she did discover an unexpected thrill in the Arctic mountains of her home country. π


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