Female -> use the Potty

As it turned out, the solution which required the least effort was to use the "Potty" we had brought with us. Sara was sleeping deep in her sleeping bag, and I assumed that Kevin was doing the same in his "chamber" next door. So I did not bother much and simply crawled about to the middle chamber in my underwear. I was wearing what I had been wearing the whole day before: a comfy set of white bra holding my 75B tits, and matching panties. And a not-matching set of colorful socks, but nevermind.

Although the middle chamber was full of chaos with our stuff, the potty was easy to find, as if it was ready to be used during the night. It was not really one if those fancy camping toilets with chemicals and all that, but more like a chamber pot of medieval times: a small pot, with a plastic cover.

It was simple and did it's job, and I was glad we had it, freeing me from the need to go out in the cold now. Not that it was much warmer in the tent, but there was privacy and a covered floor and all that.

So I went to business, first turning on the dim camping light we had, and then placing the potty in the middle of the room. Next, I dropped my panties, which resulted in the tickling and somewhat exciting feeling I always have when doing the panty-drop-move outside of my private room. This was increased by the feeling of my uncovered pussy in the fresh night air. I enjoyed the feeling and a shiver went through my body, but then I recalled my mission and went into a squat above the potty. Luckily I had no issue with peeing whenever it was needed, so on I went. Aaah. I enjoyed the relieve if finally nit needing to hold it back anymore and sighted.

But suddenly I noticed a noise. I froze. I contracted my muscles and stopped the pee flow. I listened. The noise was still there. Subtle, but rhythmic. There was someone breathing, and that someone was not sleeping.