Pee in the park (long)

[Sophie 24,410]

As promised, my next endeavour was to pee outside somewhere while wearing a short dress with no panties underneath, just casually laying on my back in the nice sunshine. This one really excited me because I had never done anything like it before, and I like to keep things private so doing things in public gives me a huge thrill. This was one of my most daring adventures for a couple of reasons, which I will explain throughout the story. I've tried to include as much detail as possible so this story is a rather long one, just a little warning. Without further ado, enjoy!

It was an absolutely gorgeous day on Saturday, 26 degrees Celsius, a small breeze and clear skies, perfect for a little fun outdoors. I woke up about 8:30 in the morning and skipped my morning wee, somehow managing to hold it in while having a shower. I was feeling rather full but not at the point of desperation. Once I had washed myself I sat in the kitchen only wearing my dressing gown while having breakfast, nothing fancy, just cornflakes and a glass of orange juice then went upstairs to get dressed.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I untied my dressing gown, seeing my husband fast asleep in the mirrors reflection. He would have loved to see me getting dressed but he looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake him. I always feel guilty about waking him up, even if its for something I know he really enjoys. I slipped my dressing gown off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, admiring my naked body in the mirror, running my hand between my legs to enjoy how smooth I was, I went for a wax yesterday so I have no hair below my eyebrows. I could feel myself getting wet under my touch, a feeling of exhilaration as I thought about what I'd be doing very shortly.

I opened my wardrobe and pulled out a nice dress, light blue and very loose and flowy. It doesn't get worn much because it's rather short so it was rather nice to get it out again. I put it on over my head and smiled at myself in the mirror as I saw how nice it looked, very happy that it still fit me. It was much shorter than I remembered, it only coming a couple of inches below my bum but it still covered me. I'd just have to be careful when out and about. Even moving too quickly makes it fly up and expose my most intimate of areas.

I could hear my daughter moving about in her bedroom so I headed back downstairs to make her breakfast, my hair still a complete mess from my shower. While I was pouring her a glass of orange juice I made one for myself, noticing the dull ache of my bladder. I was getting quite full! I've found if I keep myself busy and occupied I can go for quite a while before having my first wee of the day, I just ache. However, if I relax I get very desperate very quickly, and it nears on painful rather than ache. This has resulted in me having to sit on the toilet half way through getting dressed just to avoid peeing onto my bedroom carpet.

I was sat with my daughter while she enjoyed her breakfast for about 15 minutes before my husband joined us, smiling as he saw what I was wearing. “You look beautiful babe” he said before kissing my cheek and getting a drink for himself. He saw my glass was empty so refilled it with more orange juice, the splashing having quite an effect on my full bladder. I had to cross my legs under the table to hold on. He had no idea I wasn't wearing anything under my dress, or that I hadn't been for a wee at all. By this point I had been awake for about an hour.

I drank about half of my drink and went upstairs again to my bedroom to tidy up my hair, flicking on the switch for my hair straighteners. I was sat on the end of the bed looking at myself in the mirror as I brushed my hair, crossing my legs to keep myself from leaking. When I'm not busy doing something it's hard to hold, but when I'm sat down? It's even harder. A downside of being female I guess. Whenever I'm sat I'm in my natural peeing position.

It only took a few minutes for me to brush my hair and by then my hair straighteners had heated up so I started running my hair through them, loving the difference they made. I felt sexy with straight hair instead of the cute innocent look I commonly go for. It was becoming increasingly difficult to control my bladder, constantly having to cross my legs and jiggle a little as I straightened my hair. My body constantly reminding me I hadn't sat on the toilet yet today. At the same time, it excited me. It reminded me of all the times I've done something naughty at home, purposely holding on until bursting point before letting go somewhere I shouldn't.

When I was done with my hair I switched off my straighteners and put them down on the wooden dresser to cool down safely, and turned my attention to make up. This was great because it totally took my mind off my bladder, the pain going away and being replaced by the oh so lovely dull ache. I didn't put on too much make up, just enough to make me a little prettier. Some foundation, a little mascara, some lip gloss. Once I was happy I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror for a final time, unable to resist lifting up my dress and looking at the bulge across my tummy. I really was full!

I decided it would be a good idea to leave the house then otherwise I would have never made it to the park in time, so I quickly ran down the stairs, my boobs jiggling with every step because I wasn't wearing a bra. I sat at the bottom of the stairs as I put my shoes on and then went back into the kitchen, quickly finishing my orange juice which was about half a pint, and kissed my daughter and husband before leaving the house with only my handbag which contained my phone, a little money and a few essentials.

Just walking to the park was giving me a nice buzz. My short dress combined with no underwear meant I had to be very careful, the smallest of gusts would lift up my dress and give anyone an eyeful, but I liked that. It felt naughty. I was walking quickly because I was beginning to feel very full but for some reason a thought popped into my head as I walked past a shop. I nipped inside and bought myself a bottle of water, 500ml, and set myself a challenge. As if not peeing down my legs while walking wasn't challenging enough! I challenged myself not to pee until the bottle was empty, really pushing my limits.

I walked to the park, happily sipping from my water bottle very frequently with a huge smile. I was in a fantastic mood. I felt very self conscious whenever I felt even the slightest of gusts, my hand instinctively going to my dress to stop it from lifting up, but I didn't let that spoil my fun. By the time I reached the park the bottle was already half empty but I knew the real challenge would be the other half. The park was rather busy for 10am, no doubt because of the lovely weather but I had little difficulty finding somewhere suitable to sit. I was still close enough to people to be in public, but secluded enough where I could probably pee without people noticing.

I was kneeling on the grass with my legs squeezed together and my bum resting on my heels, trying to finish the water but struggling. My mind was starting to protest, waging war against me in the form of making my bladder hurt. But I was determined, I had a little under half a bottle left and I wasn't going to give up. My body fought back, a strong twinge making me stick a hand between my legs, cupping my smooth pussy and squeezing my hand. My dress was short enough where I wasn't even holding the fabric.

I kept drinking, checking the water level at regular intervals and smiling as I saw it getting lower. I was at a quarter of a bottle and unable to sit still at all, rapidly reaching the point of losing control. Not only was I squeezing my hand between my legs, but I was jiggling them too. My bum shifting about on my heels. I was even bouncing a little too. I'm not sure if this helped or hindered me, but I wanted to do it.

After what felt like an eternity the bottle was finally empty and I knew my bladder would be empty soon as well, the bulge easily visible if I pulled the fabric tight over my stomach. I careful shifted positions, sliding my legs out from underneath me and resting my bum on the grass with my legs stretched out in front of me, making sure I wasn't sitting on the back of my dress. I felt extremely excited, the anticipation of what was coming up driving me wild. I looked at the bottle again with a smile, only the smallest amount of water sitting in one of the little dimples at the bottom. Triumphantly I bought the bottle to my lips for a final time, making sure to get every drop.

Looking over my shoulder I could see the park toilets in the distance and I knew there was absolutely no way I would be able to make it to them, the walk would take me a couple of minutes at least and I would have to force myself to walk normally. I knew I wouldn't make it to the trees to the side of me either, discretely squatting amongst the foliage and peeing into the dirt. I only had one option, the place where I was sitting was my toilet.

I casually brought my knees up, feeling the dress sliding down my thighs and exposing me, the fresh air feeling wonderful between my legs. I had a quick look around, already dribbling uncontrollably as I made sure nobody had sneaked up on me while I was distracted by the water. I just couldn't hold it any longer. There was a group of friends in their early 20's sat nearby, but not close enough where they would be able to see what I was doing. To them it would just look like I was laying in a very unladylike position. I looked around to my right, unable to stop the trickle between my legs, pooling at my bum. The coast was clear.

I laid down properly onto my back with my knees still raised, took a deep breath and relaxed. Immediately the flow increased and I started a steady stream, it landing near my feet. It felt amazing! I could already feel some relief from just relaxing, enjoying not having to hold it any longer and just letting things happen in their own time. It felt so naughty too. Essentially peeing in public, on some grass when the toilets were so close that I could actually see people entering them.

Feeling brave I parted my legs a little more and the floodgates opened. I always pee with a small trickle for a few seconds before the main flood after holding for a long time, but I never thought this would have triggered it. I moaned as pee started gushing out of me, arcing through the air before landing on the grass a few feet away. I couldn't help but moan again as the full relief hit me like a train, looking down and seeing two lovely perky mounds on my chest, and then a little further, my open legs, with a twisting stream jetting from between them. I struggled to take in just how naughty I was being, I've had a wee outdoors many, many times but never as open and public as this! Part of me wanted to sit up again and hide my stream a little, but another, larger part of me wanted to keep going.

I kept watching my stream gush out of me, amazed at how far it was travelling, loving that nobody could really see what I was doing. It wasn't too high, not even going above my knees so nobody would be able to tell I was peeing. I subconsciously started playing with my breasts, squeezing them over the fabric of my dress, feeling my nipples harden under my touch. I was definitely horny. My pee seemed to go on forever, and it felt so good. The pressure was consistent throughout, always landing near my feet. I didn't want it to end. The naughty thrill I was getting overpowered any relief, and that's usually my favourite part!

I went for at least a minute, excitedly watching the whole time. Sadly all good things must come to an end and my stream stopped almost instantly; there was no slowing down and dribbles. I pushed, trying to get some more out but it was no good, I was empty. I lowered my knees and covered myself up again, feeling the wet grass against my legs, smiling as I knew what had made it so soggy. I spent a couple of minutes lying there, taking in what I had done, how naughty I had been, how public I was. A quick look around told me nobody was watching, I had gotten away with it!

I got up and walked across the park again to head home, deliberately walking past the group of friends I saw earlier. They were happily talking to each other, completely unaware that I had just emptied my bladder so close to them. I wanted to play with myself, and contemplated going into the trees or something, but thought better of it. It was too risky. There was no telling who might catch me in the act.

I quickly walked home, disposing of my bottle along the way. I couldn't stop smiling, this wee had made my whole month. When I got home my husband was sat on the sofa in just a pair of shorts. A very nice sight indeed! I asked him where my daughter was and he said she was out playing with friends, and then asked why I was so happy. I held out my hand and said “c'mon, I'll show you” and led him upstairs to the bedroom...

[glad1 2,832]

What a great story, Sophie. I'm glad you finally took advantage the great weather to entertain something you've long wanted to do. The possibility of getting caught must have been thrilling and I'm sure your husband is giving thanks for what happened in the park.

Oh, and, as I was sitting down to read this, my bladder was practically screaming at me. But, by the time I finished, I seemed to have a more pressing need.

Edited July 5, 2017 by glad1

[UnauthorisedGuy 510]

Thanks Sophie, great story!  If you had been able to make it to the park toilets, you could have masturbated while you were peeing :)

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Killer good story -- I hung on every word enjoying the continuing build up and the final tantalizing release.  You paint a generous word picture, sumtuous with colorful references and erection inducing scenarios.  Leaves me wanting more ... and more.. I would love to hear about a return to the scene of the crime for a detailed masturbation climax. :)

[Alfresco 11,633]

What an experience!  Thanks for the details and background - it makes it so much better to read and imagine the scene.  I take it you might consider peeing in public like that far more often.

Of course, the most discrete way of all would be to just sit on the grass with your legs in front of you and your skirt pulled out from underneath you.  You could maybe lean against a tree and read a book or something and nobody would have a clue as you relaxed your bladder and felt it releasing between your closed legs, carressing your intimate areas and pooling on the grass beneath you before soaking away into the ground.  You could do that with people litterally a couple of feet away and they wouldn't have a clue.  But then again, that wouldn't have as much naughty feelings as having yourself a little more exposed and shooting your stream out in front of you like you did.

I do think ladies have the advantage for discrete peeing with skirts to afford them privacy in public.  However, I have managed to pee in busy parks with people around me.  I have knelt down on the grass, spread my knees apart and put my bag between my legs and started looking in it for something with one hand whilst my other hand has pulled the leg of my shorts to the side and released the tip of my dick.  I have then peed a full bladder onto the grass between my legs whilst looking at whatever I've found in my bag - maybe a map or some papers.   I have used this technique several times in parks in London partly because I enjoy doing it and partly because I can't bring myself to pay the charge for the public toilet when it is free to pee outside.