Popular Post sd91 889 Posted March 23, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted March 23, 2023 My name is Ciara, a 28-year-old Irish freelance graphic designer with a spirit of adventure and a love for life's unexpected moments. My long, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes often draw people's attention, while my slender figure is a result of my active lifestyle. I have a medical condition that sometimes causes me not to feel the urge to urinate until it becomes quite urgent. Over time, I've not only become adept at finding discreet places to relieve myself outdoors, but I've also come to embrace and enjoy the thrill of it. One sunny day on vacation, I found myself exploring a bustling outdoor market in Morocco with my close friend, Sarah. The air was filled with the intoxicating scents of exotic spices and the chatter of merchants and shoppers. We both dressed comfortably yet stylishly in loose-fitting linen pants that hugged our curves, colourful blouses that flattered our figures, and pairs of comfortable sandals. As Sarah and I wandered through the maze of market stalls, admiring the vibrant colours and intricate patterns of the handmade textiles and pottery, I suddenly became aware of an urgent need to urinate. Given my medical condition, I knew I had little time to find a restroom before I risked having an accident. "Sarah," I whispered, "I need to find a bathroom, like, right now." Sarah, aware of my condition, immediately sprang into action, helping me search for a restroom. As we frantically looked, I could feel a small amount of urine escaping, dampening my panties. Panicking slightly, I told Sarah, "It's starting to leak. We need to find a place, any place, right now." Realising that the outdoor market had no facilities available, Sarah spotted a narrow alleyway between two shops. The alley was lined with weathered walls, providing just enough privacy for my urgent situation. "Ciara, over there. I'll keep watch." The alleyway provided privacy in the busy market because it was a narrow space situated between two shops. Its location, away from the main thoroughfare of the market, meant that there were fewer people passing by. With a mix of anticipation and urgency, dashed into the alley and fumbled with the drawstring of my linen pants, finally managing to pull them down along with my dampened panties. I squatted down, exposing my clean-shaven and smooth private area and the delicate folds of my labia. Positioning myself, While squatting down, I adjusted the position of my body and hips, ensuring that my urethra was angled towards the wall. This allowed my urine to flow away from my body and against the wall, preventing it from splashing back onto me. As I released my hold on my bladder, I let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling both the pressure in my bladder subside and the exhilaration of my daring act. My powerful stream of pale yellow urine jetted out of my labia travelling perhaps almost a foot before splashing against the aged wall of the alley and pooling on the cobblestones below. The sound of me weeing was partly drowned out by the distant noise of the bustling market. As I kept weeing hard against the wall, I revelled in the excitement and freedom that came with embracing the challenges of my condition. While keeping watch, Sarah asked, "Are you okay, Ciara? How are you feeling?" "Relieved," I replied with a chuckle. "Thanks for having my back, Sarah." "Always," Sarah said with a smile. "I know it must be challenging." In the alleyway, the smell was a mixture of scents. The aroma from the bustling market wafted into the alley, carrying the rich scents of exotic spices, grilled meats, and incense. As I relieved myself, I contributed a faintly sharp, ammonia-like odour to the air. In total, I must have been weeing for about 30 seconds before finally, I finished up and quickly wiped vagina with a tissue. I glanced down at the rather large puddle of urine on the floor and gently tossed the tissue into it, watching it absorb the liquid before it began to sink. I then pulled up my damp panties and smoothed my linen pants back into place. Sarah gave me a reassuring nod, and we cautiously returned to the vibrant atmosphere of the Moroccan market. My heart continued to race from the close call, and I knew that this Moroccan market adventure would become yet another story to share with my friends, a testament to my daring spirit, and ability to find joy in even the most challenging of circumstances. 4 1 15 Link to post
wetwulf 3,330 Posted March 23, 2023 Share Posted March 23, 2023 Lovely story @sd91. I would love to hear about more of Ciara's traveling adventures and "challenges." She seems to really enjoy having to pee in naughty places in spite of her medical condition. Link to post
miniskirtpisser 412 Posted March 29, 2023 Share Posted March 29, 2023 I love how sexy & realistic this story is. K truly enjoyed your thorough description of the pee itself. It’s so fun to read. Thank you for sharing. Link to post
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