A bike ride with a wet surprise

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In June 2023 a co-worker invited me to join him an his wife on an bike ride. We met in the outskirts of our town on a partly sunny Saturday at 10 am. My colleague Tom is in his late forties and his wife, Kathryn, is slightly younger. Our plan for this day was a trip in an very rural area in southern Germany which should last about three hours with a visit of a nice restaurant and beer garden at the very end.

I knew Kathryn from a couple of other occasions like a barbecue on Tom’s Birthday, a Christmas party at our company and the visit of a local fair. She seemed to be a bit small bladdered and visited the toilet quite often in the past, so I was curious how that would turn out on our bike trip.

The first hour of our ride was pretty fun and we all enjoyed the perfect weather and the landscape. The further we came, the more hills we had to pass, therefore the short breaks to take a sip from our water bottles became more frequent. The few clouds in the sky had disappeared and it was getting even warmer. Kathryn took off her jacket and was now wearing a blue jersey and jeans.

Another 30 minutes later we stopped on the top of another small hill. Tom opened a second water bottle an headed it over to his wife. But Kathryn shook her head and said to him, that she already had enough to drink. “I would rather look for a bathroom” she remarked. Now that was what I wanted to hear. My curiosity was aroused. Kathryn was not yet at the point to pee outside, but she insisted that the break shouldn't last too long and wanted to continue riding.

After several kilometers we left the hilly and forested area and reached a wide flat with crop fields and pastures. There was no main road or cycle track so we had to follow the farm track between the fields. Not just once we took a wrong turn and therefore had to go back a bit a couple of times. All this searching for the right direction made Kathryn become more and more desperate. When we stopped again, Tom looked at the navigation app on his Phone to decide about the right path. Kathryn finally lost her patience. She argued with her husband about the shortest way to our destination. With the words “I told you an hour ago that I have to pee” she took the lead and cycled on.

For me, the idea of this attractive woman riding a bike with a full bladder was heavenly. We were probably still half an hour away from the restaurant, so I wondered if she could wait that long or if she would actually lower her pants in the open field.

About three kilometers later we came to some small gardens for growing vegetables or flowers. This area was surrounded by some trees and hedges, but there were no larger houses around, just a few garden huts. A gravel road on the left led to a small parking lot. The lot was empty and with a quick glance there was no one around but us.

Kathryn, wo was still riding twenty meters in front of Tom and me, took a sharp left and stopped in the parking lot. Although it was clear why she stopped here, I did my best to play the ignorant one. I stopped next to her, took my water bottle out of the bottle holder and said: “Ok, let’s take another short break.”

Kathryn’s husband was clearly not in the mood for that and finally wanted to reach the restaurant. He pointed out that it was just another fifteen minutes away when he was rudely interrupted. “I cannot wait any longer. I have to pee right now.” Kathryn parked her bike next to the entrance of the gardens and grabbed a pack of tissues out of her saddle bag.

Then she headed for the fenced gate. It was no surprise, that this was locked. Therefore Kathryn wouldn't be able to find a quiet corner in there to relieve herself.

Before the front side of the fence, there were some smaller bushes on the left side, just where Tom and I also had parked our bikes. Kathryn stood before the locked gate an looked around. The bushes seemed to be her best choice, if she did not want to walk all the way to the backside of the gardens. So she quickly turned left and rushed behind the bushes.

My heart was racing. I opened my backpack and grabbed my phone. I didn’t yet know how to capture anything of this scene, but I thought it would definitely make sense to have a camera ready. I just had to make sure Tom didn't get suspicious.

Only seconds later, Kathryn unexpectedly emerged from the bushes. Apparently she was too embarrassed to pee just two meters away from me and said to us in a slightly commanding tone: "Could you go back a little further? I'm right here behind you. And these bushes aren’t that dense.”

So Tom walked along the fence to the other side of the parking lot. I had to follow him whether I liked it or not. As I walked away, I started recording a video on my phone and tried to point it in the direction Kathryn was. But this was too obvious so I had to put the phone down again. Luckily I was wearing sunglasses so Tom wouldn't notice that I could at least look at Kathryn out of the corner of my eye. The woman didn't want to waste a second and ran behind the bushes again.

Tom started a conversation. I don’t remember anything Tom said to me. My thoughts just circled around his sexy wife and how she emptied her overfilled bladder. Unfortunately I couldn't see or hear anything regarding this topic from my position.

About a minute later Kathryn returned. She went straight to her bike and put the rest of the tissues back in her bag. The show was over, I thought to myself and went back to my bike which was standing behinds Kathryn’s. As I turned around I saw the backside of Kathryn’s jeans. There were dark stains on her right butt cheek and further down her right leg. Luckily I still had my phone in my hand and at that moment I managed to take a quick photo.

At first I couldn't believe that the dark spots on the back of her jeans were actually from liquid, i.e. her urine. But proof that these were actually wet stains came half an hour later at the restaurant. When we finally got there and parked our bikes, the wind had dried her pants and the stains were gone.

So, I am still curious:

• What had happened behind the bushes?
• How did she manage to wet her jeans exactly in that way?
• Did she notice it herself?

I wasn't brave enough to point this out to her. Much later at home when watching the photo and trying to recap the situation, I came up with two possible explanations:

1. She peed in a relatively high squat and her piss splattered on the right side of her pulled down jeans.
2. She started peeing before she could squat deeply and before her pants were all the way down.

In any case her pee stream must have been quite messy and powerful.

Unfortunately I haven't met Kathryn since, but she will always be a great memory to jerk off to.