Storm Ciara- Wet and Wild!
Last weekend I went out for a few drinks with friends. When we left it was raining, so I decided to walk home. I love the rain; it means I can wet myself and people just think I am wet because of the rain. (I’m not sure if this is actually true but it is in my head!) Obviously after having a few drinks about fifteen minutes into my walk I felt the urge to pee. I like this feeling but it is no substitute for a big release. I kept hold of my pee for a bit to get a better feeling on release.
I was wearing a little black dress that barely covered my bum, black tights and black high heeled boots. I had a black flowery thong that kept riding up my bum, which made me feel so sexy. About ten minutes had passed and the urge was really strong. I started grabbing my arse as I feel that sometimes help with the urge, my arse was definitely on show to any passers-by but I was cold and wet so didn’t care.
Then it came, the release. The warm pee trickled down my leg, steaming when it met the cold air. There were so many people walking past and they could clearly see that it was pee that was making the steam. I had to run, my heart was beating so fast from the embarrassment. I found a quiet place behind a building. Still with the urge to pee as doing it whilst walking didn’t get it all out. I put my jacket on the floor and spread my legs high in the air. The pee came out so fast, in a fountain style shooting from my lips. It felt amazing, I’m pretty sure I screamed with the relief. After the fountain the pee started coming out steadily. It was trickling down my bum-crack. The warmth of it made me so excited. My panties were now soaked with pee and not because of the weather.
After it finished, I lay there for a minute, almost breathless from the excitement. I hadn’t done this in a while and it felt so right. As I got up to walk the rest of the way home I realised just how open my ‘quiet spot’ was. Whilst I’m sure no-one saw me I started feeling funny about the thought of someone seeing me, I think I would have enjoyed a looker. The next morning I picked up my panties off the floor and sniffed, the excitement of the night before came rushing back and my heart started pounding fast again.