Today I woke up and got dressed like any other day.
I was wearing dark pink panties with a matching bra, red skinny jeans, and a blue hoody with black tank top under it, my shoes are white sneakers. I went downstairs and had breakfast, which was bacon, eggs, and a tall vente peppermint hot chocolate from Starbuks. I brought a picnic lunch and went for a drive through the country side, leaving my car and walking through a small wooded area near my home.
I reached a small clearing with a slow creek running through it, so I took off my shoes to relax and eat.
My lunch was made better by presence of many birds filling my ears. When I began to walk back to my car, I finally noticed the pressure in my bladder.
Each step added another grain of sand to the scale, tipping me towards peeing. About half a mile from my car, which was a 15 minute drive to home, I finally decided to water my grass. At first, I just let a trickle free, which spilled in to my panties, and moistened my lips. A few more squirts, and I could feel that my panties were soaked through, and the warmth now reached my backside.
At this point, I lift the gates completely, a small wet spot formed as I started to feel the wetness run down my legs, and on to my bear feet. By the time I realized I forgot my shoes, there was a large wet spot on the front and back of my red jeans. I turned around and walked back to the clearing to get my shoes. Each step was now a grain of sand tipping the scale to a full adrenaline rush. The thrill of being outside and exposed took me, as I began to run to the fallen log I used as a bench.
When I finally made it back to the clearing, about 15 minutes later, a group of boys were throwing stones in to the creek, one of them was holding my shoes and socks.
I weighed the options, I could go home bear foot and write the shoes off as an occupational hazard of nature walking, or I could talk to them, and get my shoes back, which would reveal my wetness, and obvious thrill.
I decided to go with option three. I waited for them abandon my shoes, the boy that was holding them was nice enough to put a sock in each one. I burst from the bushes as quietly as I could, and grabbed both shoes with a few fingers on my right hand. I wasn't noticed until I was half way back to the trail head I had used. As I sprinted back to my car, I heard laughter combined with shocked confusion. â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â"â" After a long day down town at an anime convention, I was ready to head home.
To save some cash, I parked on the outskirts of town, and took a bus to the center area. While walking from the convention center to the underground bus terminal, I felt the slight need to go become more urgent.
As I stepped more quickly, I felt the hem of my blue cosplay dress start to ruffle and rise. I felt my tight black shorts hug my thighs, crotch, and butt. I reached the platform as one bus pulled away, and another pulled up. It wasn't mine, and I would have half an hour to wait. At first, I stood stationary, against the back wall. When I noticed the out of order sign on the near by bathroom, I started to shift my weight from side to side, debating on if I could get away with a relieving squirt or two.
I decided that I was wearing black shorts, so as long as the pee stayed on myself, it wouldn't be noticed. I let a squirt go, slightly larger then intended.
I felt it quickly dampen the crotch of my deep blue panties, and some fabric leading back towards my butt. Needing a little more relief, I let another squirt go, this time soaking through my panties, and getting the fabric wet and warm from around my clit, to behind my anus. When the bus came, I was fairly certain that the smell wasn't noticeable, due to the stench of sweat in the air and the heat of a Summers day.
However, when I walked, I could feel the warmth rubbing against my genitals, and tickling my back door. On the bus, I let out another trickle, this one slower, yet longer. It filled me with warmth, from the base of my pubic mound, to the seat of my shorts. I couldn't help but let out a little fart as the skin around my anus warmed up.
My panties were now soaked through, but I was certain that my shorts were still dry on the outside, and even if not, they were covered by a soft blue curtain.
At this point, I knew I would have to wet myself as soon as I could. When I got off the bus, instead of turning left to the parking garage, I turned right towards a dimly lit alley. I felt a familiar adrenaline rush surge through me. My stride widened as I power walked around the bend, and behind a dumpster.
I stood their, feet shoulder length apart, as I relaxed my muscles and willed myself to be wet. I closed my eyes as the pressure on the front of my undies began to build.
I heard a very faint hiss and splash as the pee began to flood them. It ran along my skin, to the base of my crotch, where it either flooded down my legs, using my tight shorts as a ramp, or it pooled up towards my butt. It wasn't long before the yellow liquid ran below my hem, and started cascading towards the hard ground around my leather sandals.
It ran for 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 full seconds before it finally slowed to a trickle, then stopped.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized I wasn't alone. A rugged dog was looking at me, as if asking me "Why are you marking my territory?" If he were alone, I would have greeted him then went on with my business, but he wasn't alone.
His owner smiled at me, not breaking eye contact. He flicked open a knife, and told me to take of my panties.
I slowly did as he said, sliding my shorts and undies down, putting my shorts legs back on one at a time, as I slipped the panties off. When I was holding them, I pulled my shorts back up as quickly as I could, not wanting him to be able to see anything.
Thankfully, the front of my dress kept my covered. I looked between my wet panties, and him. He told me to hand them over. I threw them at his face, and bolted out of there, not slowing my pace until I was half way up the block, and back in to the comfort of a crowded city street. I gathered more then one curious gaze, but thankfully no one asked why I was running.