This summer we're doing some trips again.
We were in a major, very beautiful and historic city in central Europe. She was wearing a light summer dress (knee length), without panties. We had been walking for some time, not drinking much at all, but eventually she did start to feel the urge to pee. Instead, we sat and lied down in the grass on a beautiful old square for some time, watching the castle and the city and enjoying a sudden fireworks show over the city as the sun set. I noticed her moving her legs a bit now and then, but she didn't mention anything about peeing. Then we walked on, a