Hiking Adventures

[M.Vixen 772]

Hiking adventures

(Contains female and male peeing, naughty peeing and voyeurism)

 

Chapter 1:

I turn on the shower and look at myself in the mirror while waiting for the water to get warm. While taking off my clothes the bathroom finally becomes warm and steamy. I feel my bladder twitching almost instantly once I’m naked and I automatically squeeze my legs together. It’s a pleasant distraction from my everyday thoughts. One that is impossible to ignore. As usual, the twitchy feeling turns into an urgent need to pee as soon as I step into the shower. Sometimes I just let my pee flow and go about my shower routine but I feel a bit mischievous today. I take a step forwards and spread my labia with two fingers, aiming for the corner of the shower. There’s a familiar warm and tingling feeling of arousal between my legs as I think to myself ‘just like a guy in a filthy back alley..’. My imagination drifts away to walking in on a guy who’s carelessly pissing up a wall in an alleyway late at night, but my body interrupts my fantasy. I’m not walking home late at night, I’m still right here in my shower and I really, réally need to pee right now. I’m still standing facing the corner of the shower corner and I’m already peeing before I can aim properly up the wall.

After my shower routine the mirror is clouded with steam. Which is perfectly fine to me. I used to be fit, but an extremely unfortunate pile-up of negative life-events has made me a slob over the past two years. The internet says I’m still within the range of a healthy BMI, but I can’t ignore the difference I see when the mirror isn’t fogged up, and the clothes that don’t fit anymore. Yet I can’t bring myself to renew my membership for the gym (or even go hiking) because.. who knows.. I might just die of boredom while working out… right?

Back in my living room I’m still only wearing a nice and fuzzy bathrobe, and I allow myself to have some self-pity time. Before crashing on the couch I pour myself a glass of wine and a glass of water. I start browsing Reddit and when I scroll across a post on a subreddit dedicated to peeing girls I can’t help but click it. In the video is a girl, hiking in nature and being filmed by someone. She’s wearing a bit of a tacky red pleated schoolgirl skirt, but her red hair and her freckles look sexy. I admit that I often have the patience of the average male when watching porn (or so I think..) but just when I’m about to close the tab the girl stops walking, spreads her legs a bit, casually leans on a fence and suddenly releases a massive stream of piss. She doesn’t hold herself or even pulls up her skirt but just pees straight down. Her filming partner shifts the camera to a small group of hikers in the background, and then back to her. She’s almost done it seems, but I’m wrong. With a soft moan of relief she lets go another substantial amount of pee and then turns around to face the camera with a naughty smile. I have to turn up the volume but I can just hear her softly whispering ‘ohhhh fuck, that felt so good’.

I replay the video and I start rubbing myself slowly. I often wear a bathrobe at home, but usually not without underwear. And maybe I should keep it that way in the future, because it’s just too easy to slide a hand between my legs like this. Then again, it feels good instantly and I notice just how slippery my pussy already is, aching for more.  I click on the girl’s profile but unfortunately it doesn’t contain many videos. Most of them refer to a paysite after just a few seconds, except for one. I click it and the beginning is similar to the video that I just watched. The pretty redhead girl is being filmed walking through a field, then suddenly stops, quickly glances around and starts peeing immediately, some pee running down her legs before she adjusts her position to a wider stance. There’s no doubt that - even by her standards - this was an emergency. I notice the camera becoming less steady and I hear a man moaning in the background. Mere seconds later there’s suddenly a second powerful piss stream in frame, which by the looks of it has to be the cameraman’s. The girl finishes her pee and smiles somewhat awkwardly until her cameraman has finished too. I look at the description of the video and it says ‘When even your cameraman can’t hold it for one more minute..’, an eye rolling emoji and an emoji  that looks somewhere between disappointed and cynical.  

I scroll through the variety of comments under the video and I spot a positive comment that links to another profile. A profile that seems to belong to the cameraman, with an impressive amount of videos on it. Judging by the titles and thumbnails he also loves to piss. I click a random video and while watching I start to rub myself again almost right away. It’s a video of him forcefully emptying his bladder on a brick wall somewhere, in broad daylight. Creating a mark that will definitely leave nothing to the imagination of anyone who passes by later that day. I imagine myself being one of those people, or even better; catching him in the act and being brave enough to stand still and watch. I want to see more of his videos but I can’t stop rubbing my very wet pussy. Before I know it I can’t hold it any longer.  I feel the muscles in my lower abdomen contract and have a massive orgasm.

I’m blessed being able to have more than one orgasm most of the time. Except sometimes, when my first orgasm is very intense. And yes, no doubt I just had a very intense orgasm, but I still feel very turned on, and I can’t stop thinking of all the videos that I didn’t get to watch yet. My clit feels sensitive, but I'm dripping wet and all feels slippery between my legs. Slowly sliding my fingers around turns me on again, and I can’t bring myself to stop. Just one more video, I promise myself. I click back to the cameraman’s profile, study the many thumbnails real quick and pick a video. It shows him walking towards a light concrete bridge pillar where he pulls down his jogging pants just enough to free his cock. A thick stream of piss erupts from his cock almost instantly and I watch him emptying what I imagine must have been a very full bladder in less than thirty seconds. He quickly pulls up his pants and films the large piss-mark left on the bridge. Before I even have time to fantasize some more about the video I feel myself almost slipping past the point of no return, still rubbing my swollen clit. I clench and squeeze my muscles as much as possible to prevent it from happening but doing so I accidentally let go a spurt of pee. I suddenly remember that my body could do that, trying not to orgasm while having a full bladder. I once discovered it when I was still a teenager, and somehow managed to forget about it. My bathrobe feels wet as I move my bum to the edge of my fabric desk chair, but I can’t stop myself from edging again. I clench my muscles and a bigger spurt of pee hits the carpet under my desk. The naughty feeling just adds oil to the fire and I can’t help but orgasm again. 

On my computer screen I see the last still of the video I just watched. My eye falls on the city in the background now that my focus isn’t limited by my horny brain. I rewind the video, pause it, play it, rewind it again, play it, pause it again and yes, I am very sure that it is in fact MY city in the background..

 

Chapter 2:

Over the last few days it was surprisingly easy to go out hiking instead of just going to work and lay on the couch in my spare time. I’ve been checking out my surroundings and everyone in it every time I went out.  So far with little to no results. But.. do I even have a plan? What if I spot the girl from the video? Or maybe her and her cameraman, although I have no idea what he actually looks like. I usually have no problem engaging in casual conversation, even with strangers. But how on earth am I ever going to steer a conversation towards the very much not so casual subject of peeing in public?

The next morning I’m awake at 4 am and somehow I can’t get back to sleep. I feel tempted to rub myself over my panties. Sometimes it works for me to fall asleep again, and if not I’m not having a bad time either. But I want more than fantasy. Thanks to mid summer it’s almost dawn and I decide to make a very bold move. I get dressed, grab my bike and cycle to the bridge pillar from the video with my hometown in the background that started my horny fantasies. It’s way less visible than a few days ago but I can still make out a darker spot where the cameraman emptied his bladder. I walk up to it while casually checking my surroundings. There’s nobody in sight. Obviously. It’s even too early for dog owners to be out for a walk I’m sure.

I can feel the grass that’s still wet from the morning dew brushing against my panties as I squat down to dig up a sharpie from my backpack. After another quick look around I use the sharpie to outline the pee stain on the concrete. In the bottom right corner I write the web address of an internet pee-forum that I visit regularly and add a question mark behind it. I hope he gets curious and he’ll be able to find me in a pretty anonymous way now. Then again, maybe he’ll just check the website and lurk around. Or maybe he won’t even bother looking it up.

Not willing to ponder over more hypothetical situations, I grab my bag, ready to leave. I hesitate for a moment. It’s still ridiculously early and there’s nobody around. At first I think that máybe I could pee a little bit if I try. Just for fun. I nervously take off my panties and I’m surprised by the difference it makes, feeling just the morning air between my legs. All of a sudden I feel a moderate urge to pee. I could still easily hold it until I’m home, but I don’t intend to do so. I pull the front of my skirt up and try to aim. A cold breeze of air makes me pee, more than I had initially expected. I smile when I see that pretty much all of it hit the area on the wall that I just outlined.         

 

Chapter 3:

I wake up and look at my phone to see that it’s already 11:34am. I don’t have to work today so that’s fine, but the first thing that pops into my mind is what happened this morning. Did I really get up at the first light of dawn and leave the house to do some naughty stuff? I don’t remember coming back home and crashing in my bed again, so maybe it was just one of my crazy dreams.

My bladder feels full so I reluctantly drag myself out of bed. My work laptop that was still in my backpack when I got home last night now lies under my desk, and on the floor are the clothes that I wore this morning. My backpack contains a sharpie, a pair of panties that I remember putting on yesterday evening, and not much else. I feel my cheeks flushing bright red as I realize that what happened this morning was not a dream. The strict and rational voice in my head tells me ‘great, now what have you done thís time..’, but I choose to ignore it. The pressure on my full bladder seems even worse now that I’m standing upright and I have to resist the urge to put my hands between my legs. I’m not a squirming child that really needs to go potty. I’m a grown woman, and I can do pretty much whatever I want because I live alone.

Instead of walking to the bathroom that’s only a few metres away I stand over the pile of clothes on my floor, close my eyes and release a spurt of pee. Or maybe I should say a stream of pee, because it’s a bit more than I planned. My thin summer skirt and top are soaked almost right away and I feel some pee splattering from the floor and onto my legs. I don’t feel like mopping up my entire bedroom later so I struggle to hold back the flow and make a dash for the bathroom. The toilet is closest to the door and without bothering to put the seat up I stand over it with my legs spread. I sigh in relief as my pee stream hits the porcelain.

It’s yet another thing I mostly forgot about; being able to pee standing up without making a mess. Years ago when I still visited festivals quite often I taught myself how to do so, because the toilets were usually a mess. I could either pull my pants down to just above my ankles and lean forward, or wear a skirt and pull my panties aside. I remember fantasizing about wearing a skirt with no panties underneath, and how hot it would be to just stand among the guys pissing on a fence or a hedge because they were either too lazy or too desperate to stand in line for a porta-potty or urinal. Or even more daring; standing in the crowd and just pee right there

Unfortunately back then I was too shy to pee without a toilet door safely locked behind me, but now it reminds me of my own actions this morning and the girl I’d seen on Reddit.

As I pour myself an extra-large mug of tea and a glass of water to go with my breakfast/lunch I decide to challenge myself today; I won’t pee before I leave to go on a hike.

I put on a clean top and a skirt without panties underneath and quickly clean up my bedroom before I leave. As I grab my backpack and an extra bottle of water to drink on the go I already start to feel a slight tingle in my bladder. It’s just a short walk out of the city from my place, and I’ll be surrounded by nature before I know it. I quickly leave the house before I can change my mind. The urge to pee gets stronger much faster than I expected, and soon enough all I can focus on is looking for places to pee. There’s no shrubs anywhere and just as I’m about to enter the alleyway leading to the backyard entries of some rather fancy houses I can see the city border and lots of green ahead of me. I quicken my pace to get there as fast as I can. A spurt of pee escapes me as I stand still and quickly glance around. Just to my right is a wooden park bench. I hurry over, make sure I don’t sit on my skirt and start peeing as soon as my bum hits the surface. A hissing sound is very audible but there’s no way I can hold back the flow even a little bit. It takes embarrassingly long to empty my bladder, but luckily there’s nobody around.

Just as I’m finally finishing my pee though, I spot someone on a hiking trail who’s about 40 or maybe even 50 metres away from me. Trying to act casual I grab my backpack and pretend to be looking for something in there. As I glance up the guy seems to have slowed down his pace and is looking in my direction. I look at my feet and see a very large wet puddle that’s still spreading on the dry ground. If anyone comes closer there would be little to no question what I had been up to just now, so I quickly gather my things and start heading in the opposite direction, not looking back.

Still pumped on adrenaline I don’t see much of my surroundings at first. As I slowly start to calm down I use Google Maps to check where exactly I am. To my surprise I’m rather close to the river, and also to the bridge pillar where I left my mark much earlier today.

I don’t know what I had expected to happen in half a day, but everything still looks like I left it this morning. I sit down on a bench nearby and grab my phone to check the internet forum that I wrote on the wall. There’s nothing out of the ordinary there either, so I decide to head back home the way I came, chugging some water down on the way.

Before I reach the city border I feel the need to pee again. It sparks a bit of anxiety at first, but then I realize that I can now pee wherever and whenever I want, because I’m still hiking through nature. I stand still in the middle of the hiking trail, spread my legs a bit and let out a substantial amount of pee. My nerves are gone now, and instead I feel my pussy tingle in arousal. I boldly piss some more and even run my fingers between my legs swiftly. My clit feels swollen and my pussy is wet and slippery.

As I reach the city border I can see the wooden bench I sat on earlier today. It still looks soaking wet, even from a distance. Upon closer inspection I see that it’s not just my pee from earlier today. On the right side of the bench there’s a large round patch from where I was sitting before. But not just that; someone drew an outline around my wet patch and drew a winking smiley-face in the lower right corner of it. My attention quickly shifts to the left side of the bench, which is soaking wet from top to bottom. I feel slippery wetness dripping down one of my legs and I have to force myself to walk along before someone sees me staring at a park bench that’s been covered in piss.

Once I get home I choose to enter my house through the back door that is secluded by my garden. While looking for my keys in my bag I spread my legs and empty all the pee that’s still left in my bladder on the lawn. I hardly had to go really, but I’m starting to enjoy this a lot. And I don’t want to waste any time going to the toilet, I just want to start rubbing my wet and aching clit as soon as I close the door behind me. 

 
To be continued… 

[walanuk 245]

Shame it’s fictional I would want so much for this to be true. I’ve recognised my home town once or twice in videos, sadly usually many years after the event. Live in hope 😀

[wetwulf 3,324]

Very hot story so far @M.Vixen!

[Kupar 13,339]

Fantastic Vixen! So beautifully described, and really hot! Also, nicely set up for an interesting continuation 🙂

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

Now this is definitely up there in the top works I've read on this site - you are a gifted writer and of course it always helps to write about a subject you have a passion for.

The Sharpie was an incredible idea too - you maybe just started a real thing there?

Can't wait to read more.

[oliver2 4,418]

10 hours ago, M.Vixen said:

forcefully emptying his bladder on a brick wall somewhere, in broad daylight. Creating a mark that will definitely leave nothing to the imagination of anyone who passes by later that day

Guilty as charged

10 hours ago, M.Vixen said:

the patience of the average male when watching porn (or so I think..) but just when I’m about to close the tab

Guilty as charged

 

10 hours ago, M.Vixen said:

the guys pissing on a fence or a hedge because they were either too lazy … to stand in line for a porta-potty or urinal

Guilty as charged! It’s a fair cop, I’ll come quietly …

[M.Vixen 772]

12 hours ago, walanuk said:

Shame it’s fictional I would want so much for this to be true. I’ve recognised my home town once or twice in videos, sadly usually many years after the event. Live in hope 😀

Actually, quite a few things are true (or a slightly fluffed version of the truth). I -obviously, I presume- based the main character on myself and my ‘pee adventures’. 
 

The redhead lady and the guy are entirely fictional though.. unfortunately :”)