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It was the first weekend of April, and spring had finally arrived. The sun shone from a hazy blue sky. A gentle breeze carried the scent of grass through the air. As Mika walked along the path in her favorite maxi dress and a pair of new sandals, the park was full of people enjoying the beautiful weather.
She'd been out since morning, running errands and checking out a new, cute coffee shop with her friends. At the farmer's market, she'd tried homemade lemonade from one of her favorite producers. Then she'd visited a bookshop in the hopes of finding the latest novel by her favorite romance author. On a whim, she'd even purchased a bottle of water from the cooler at the checkout. Just in case. The day was hot, and hydration was important! On her way home, she'd decided to take a detour through the park, and when she'd seen a little shop selling lavender bubble tea, she'd been unable to resist the temptation. It was her favorite flavor.
As she now walked along a path winding around a little pond, she began to notice a slight uneasiness in her lower belly. Perhaps she'd gone overboard with the hydration. Gosh. The water bottle had been big, and she'd already had that lemonade before. And why hadn't she gone to the toilet at the coffee shop? How silly of her. She didn't want to go home yet! The day was really lovely, and she wanted to stay outside a little longer.
She drained her bubble tea, wincing at the feeling of additional liquid sloshing in her belly. Maybe a quick visit to the botanical garden and then home? Who knew, if she was lucky, there might even be a public toilet there. She tossed the plastic cup into the nearest trash can and headed toward the main path.
The afternoon was hot, the sun shining brightly between the trees. The path wound through the park, taking Mika past lush lawns dotted with picnic blankets and playgrounds where children played happily. After around twenty minutes of walking, she realized that the way to the botanical garden was much longer than she'd expected. So much for a quick visit!
By the time she finally arrived at the gates, her belly ached, the insistent pressure in her bladder impossible to ignore. She'd expected at least a small greenhouse with a café and public restrooms, but as she scanned her surroundings, all she could see were outdoor sections. Normally, she would have loved to explore the exotic plants and beautiful flowers, but right now, she could think of nothing but relieving her aching bladder.
She stood there, squirming and shifting on her feet, fighting the urge to cross her legs. The bubble tea had been the last straw, filling her bladder to the brim, and she really needed to pee.
What should she do now? Making it all the way home without having an accident seemed more and more unlikely by the minute. Even if she walked as fast as she could, it would be at least twenty minutes across the park, and she knew that the train ride to her apartment building would be half an hour minimum, possibly much longer.
Her worries were confirmed when she felt a surge of dampness spreading across the crotch of her panties. Oh no. She squeezed her thighs tightly together. She would never make it all the way home.
But what choice did she have? There was no toilet, and she couldn't pee publicly in the park either. Her face burned with shame as she imagined squatting in one of the neatly tended flower beds, her lower body bare for everyone to see, pee gushing out of her uncontrollably… No. She couldn't. She would die of shame. Finding a secluded spot was the only option she could think of in her panicked state, but it felt horribly embarrassing. Would she really go behind a tree? Or a bush?
Out of sheer desperation, she started walking quickly toward some low-growing willows she’d spotted, but when she got there, she saw that the bushes were too sparse to provide any privacy. The blooming shrubs she hurried to next were the same, and there was also a young couple sitting on a bench beside them. What on earth could she do? In her frantic state, she even considered squatting in a bed of tall flowers, but none of the plantings were dense enough to hide behind.
She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. Another drop of pee trickled out of her, and she gasped, tightening her quivering muscles. She could barely hold it, there was nowhere in the garden she could hide, and if she leaked any more, it would start trickling down her legs and splatter on the ground and…
Just imagining it made her lose another spurt of pee. She felt a horribly hot dribble running down her thigh under her skirt, and when she looked down, she could clearly see drops of pee darkening the ground between her feet. No, no, no. She needed to find somewhere, anywhere—
Panic quickening her steps, she turned on her heels and headed back to the park. She walked as fast as she could, her belly aching with the need to relieve herself, each step more painful than the last. All the while, she scanned her surroundings for a shady nook, a bush, anything.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally spotted a narrow path leading between some relatively dense-looking bushes. It was barely out of sight from the main path, but it would have to do. Her panties were soaking wet by now, drops of pee leaking out with each excruciating step.
A dive into the bushes and one more glance around to confirm there was no one nearby. Mika dropped her shopping bag, shuffled her panties down and stuffed them into her handbag. Then she held up her skirt and squatted.
Pee started shooting out of her before she was even in a full squat. With a loud hissing sound, it poured onto the ground, forming a puddle and running in rivulets across the dry dirt. She bit her lip to keep from whining out loud, but she couldn't contain a deep sigh of relief. Finally.
She was so immersed in the blissful feeling of finally letting go that she didn't notice anyone approaching until a woman's voice called nearby.
"Are you alright, miss?"
Mika scrambled up as quick as she could. To her utter horror, she was unable to stop her stream, pee continuing to pour out of her for several seconds as she stood there, cheeks burning with humiliation.
And as though it wasn't bad enough already, she heard another voice, this time a man's, joining in.
"Have you lost your dog, miss? We can help you look for him."
Mika's heart nearly stopped. It took all the willpower she had to cut her stream, but although she wasn't actively peeing anymore, hot liquid was still running down her legs. She couldn't bring herself to look at the strangers, kind as they sounded. "No, no, please," she stammered. "It's… no… I was just… picking some flowers…"
She wished the ground would swallow her up. Muttering a string of equally ridiculous excuses, she scrambled out of the bush and fled.
Was the back of her skirt stained? Could people see her sandals were wet? And she'd made such a huge puddle… She was going to die of shame. She would never ever step her foot out of her apartment again. Tears started to well up in her eyes again. She's just been caught pissing with her skirt hiked up into her armpits in a public park!
And the worst thing about it was that she still needed to go. Badly. She'd barely managed to pee for a few seconds before she'd been interrupted, and it had done nothing, absolutely nothing to curb her need to release. If anything, letting out some pee had made everything even worse. It was like her body had totally given up on holding. Her bladder twinged, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd lose the battle entirely.
There was nowhere she could hide, she thought miserably. A sob escaped her; even that tiny spasm jostled her bladder painfully, and a drop of pee leaked out. Without her panties to absorb it, it immediately trickled hotly down her thigh. There were people everywhere. Happy couples, families and groups of friends were gathered on the lawn. A girl in a dress sat on the grass, reading—
Wait. Mika looked at the girl again. She was leaning her back against a tree, her knees hugged up to her chest. Absorbed in her book, she looked like she had no care in the world. No one would think of bothering her. And with her skirt gathered around her legs like that, no one would see if she—
Mika glanced around. There was a tree standing a bit further away. Maybe she could—
No. Shame licked through her like a flame. What was she thinking? She couldn't. She could not pee in plain sight in a public park.
But as she stood there, another spurt of pee escaped her, raining down onto the ground between her feet. What else could she do? She was going to wet herself within minutes. There was no way she could prevent that. But she could try to hide it.
Her heart racing, she hurried to the tree. Sitting down was painful with how swollen her bladder felt. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to hold her crotch. Trying to look as normal as she could, she pulled her skirt out from under her and arranged it to cover her legs.
She'd already taken off her panties before; she could go now. Her peehole tingled at the thought, her body begging for a permission to release. As a final precaution, she reached into her shopping bag and pulled out the novel she'd bought earlier. She couldn't read a word on the random page she opened, but it didn't matter—at least now no one would be tempted to come and talk to her. Her heart hammered in her chest when she finally, finally unclenched her aching muscles.
It was coming.
With an unstoppable force, pee jetted out of her. The torrent of urine sprayed across her thighs, calves and ankles under her skirt, making a splashing sound as it hit the ground. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She couldn't even control the force of her stream. Soon, a river of liquid started to run out from under her skirt, and she couldn't do anything to stop that either.
Her head was spinning. She was sure her eyes were rolling back in her head with the pleasure of the release, and she was suddenly very grateful for the cover the book provided her. The hissing was so loud she felt her face heating up. She could barely contain the whimpers that threatened to escape her.
There was so much. It went on and on, more and more hot urine shooting out of her. Mika imagined the never-ending stream gushing out of her under her dress. The insides of her thighs dripping with pee… The puddle forming on the grass between her legs…
She blushed fiercely. She'd never done anything like this. And in public! People strolling past had no idea. A warm tingle spread from between her legs to her lower abdomen, making her heart beat a little faster. Gosh. It felt almost the same as when she was reading a naughty story on her phone in her bed at night. Who would have guessed?
Little by little, her stream grew weaker, and eventually, she started to feel like she could cut it if she wanted to. But… She needed to make sure she emptied her bladder properly so that she wouldn't have a accident on the way home, didn't she?
She pushed, more pee spurting out of her. When she did it again, bearing down harder this time, the resulting stream made a faint hissing sound and sprayed all the way across her inner thighs again. The final squirt she pushed out her head leaned back against the tree trunk, the weak trickle of urine so hot and tingly she couldn't stifle a whimper.
When it was over, the book was idly dangling from her hand, and her face felt burning hot. She really hoped her skirt was at least most of the way dry. Her sandals had suffered a little damage, the heels wet with pee and dark drops on the straps. Nothing too noticeable, though, she thought with relief. She couldn't wait to get home to shower and change.
She bit her lip. She also couldn't wait to slip under the covers to re-play the events of the day in her head…
As she stood up and collected her things, all that was left was a faintly glistening patch in the grass. Up in the trees, birds were chirping. A lone cloud drifted across the sky. Mika swung her bag on her shoulder and headed home, an urgency of another kind quickening her steps.