[56chevy]

The third weekend of last July, me and my brother, Mike went camping in the Hill Country of Texas. He had a new boat and wanted to take me out in Canyon Lake. Friday morning he called to let me know we were a go for that afternoon and he was bringing his girlfriend, Nicky along. He picked me up and we headed to Canyon lake, Nicky in the backseat and the boat in tow.

We arrived at the campground about 5:30 PM, checked in, paid the two-night fee and were assigned campsite 21. After driving past the bath house/showers, we proceeded down a gravel road about 400 yards to the the parking spot for our camp site. The site was a short distance down a path cut through some thick Texas scrub opening onto an irregular shaped cleared area surrounded by a dense mix of scrub, cedar, oak and thorny mesquite. There was a picnic table, BBQ grill, and a water faucet inside the 50' clearing of hard packed Texas limestone soil, mostly devoid of vegetation. We mustered our gear at the site and Mike chose a tent spot near the back of the clearing on the far left side and I chose one on the right, slightly further back following the boarder of the clearing. Our tents were about 40' apart.

We had some beer, food and conversation and I got to know Nicky who was a mid-twenties brunette, x-ray tech. She was not "gorgeous" but cute and she had a "presence" about her being rather tall but not skinny or fat, more fit- looking than anything and she was pleasant to be around.

Around 8:30 PM we walked down the the bathhouse for our showers and when we got back to the site we continued to hang and drink as the evening cooled. After some time, Nicky said she was going to hit the tent and Mike ask here if she wanted an escort to the bathroom and she said she no, she was good and continued to the tent. After a while Mike and I called it a night. I took a leak into the scrub over by my tent and retired.

Dawn came around 5:30 AM as I was waking up. In a semi-doze, I heard some soft conversation in Mike's tent. I couldn't make it out but but I suspected, hoped actually, that something good was about to happen. My tent has narrow mesh air vents running low on the sides that allows perfect concealed visibility to the outside while laying down.

I waited and watched Mike's tent. Nicky's head pops out and she was looking around. She went back in for about 20 seconds, then crawled out wearing a long-shirt. Her hair was messed up and she was wearing glasses. She slipped on her flip-flops and walked toward the rear of her tent, on a mission. She walked to the edge of the clearing and took two careful steps into the scrub, decided it was too thick to enter, turned around walked back a couple of steps toward her tent.

Nicky hiked her shirt up around her waist, and in one motion slipped her panties down and squatted. The sunrise was to her side that faced me and I had a bright, clear side-view of her profile. She leaned forward with her forearms resting on the top of her legs as her thick but no so powerful pee steam emerged angled slightly back away from her bottom and splashed on the dry ground. She peed for about 45 seconds, wiped, then restored her clothing.

It's strange he feel you know a woman much better after you see her pee. At breakfast, I ask Mike and Nicky how they slept. Nicky replied, "pretty well until I woke up at 4 dying to pee! " I said, "That's part of the fun of the camping experience." Nicky replied, "Maybe if you are a guy." "Very true, I said :-)". Nicky joked, "let's just say you shouldn't walk behind our tent for a while".

Sadly, the next night, Nickey took that escort to the bathroom before going to bed.