[f][urophilia]

I wasn't feeling very zen at all.

I thought I'd join an old group of friends for a three-day yoga retreat in the woods. I thought it'd be fun. Their meditations are kooky, and they can't stop complaining about their stupid husbands. It's no wonder I'd all but stopped talking to them after they got married. I loved my friends in high school, but now… they were lame as all fuck.

By the second day, I was more than ready to go home, feeling tenser even in lotus position than I ever thought possible. I took long swigs from my water bottle, as though it'd make the time go by faster. It didn't.

After our late morning stretch, we spread out a picnic for an early lunch. I was tired of the vegetarian spreads and forced small talk and canned laughter. I dipped out of there as soon as Miranda brought out those cone-shaped corn chips – those bitches don't notice a thing when they're putting those stinky little corn chips on their fingertips, pretending to be pointy-nailed witches.

Nobody saw me slip out between the trees. I was ready for a pee – I hadn't been thinking about doing this, but my bladder was pleasantly full, and that always made me feel a bit tingly in my clit. I could just think about the tiny pink thing swelling up between my lips. I was wearing a swishy, knee-length skirt – long enough to keep me discreet, but short enough to avoid getting splashed – perfect for a sneaky pee.

I reached up my skirt and slipped a finger beneath the waistband of my silky, stretchy black panties, and wiggled them off my hips until they slunk to the ground, and settled around my ankles. I kicked them off my red pleather cowgirl boots and kicked them into a hole in the dirt. Instantly, my entire vulva area felt plump and aroused with the touch of the soft, cool breeze that flowed under my skirt. My clit throbbed luxuriously.

I took a few steps further out of view for good measure, though I was a good while away from the campground.

I could feel my round buttcheeks and soft, swollen pussy lips brush against my thighs with each step.

I stood straight and pressed my legs together, feeling the warmth and tingle of my own flesh. I couldn't help but relax my bladder to prepare for a little pee. I sighed, and a very tiny drip of pee found its way past my pink lips.

I almost giggled at delight at the feeling, and a more generous dribble came easily. The small, hot leak made a path down my legs, and felt sooo good flowing through the lips of my warm, eager pussy, but I quickly stopped the flow, saving it for more fun.

I looked around.. where to pee?

I saw a discarded, cheap cooking pan on the ground. I stood over it and positioned it between my boots, open and ready to be filled.

I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, a warm, honey-colored stream slowly leaked in a straight line between my legs, tinkling loudly in the pan. I let the flow go for a few moments, in complete bliss as my confident, thick stream parted my throbbing pussy lips and loudly pounded into the pot. I felt so, so satisfied with myself.

I reached down and parted my pussy lips, exposing my pretty pink inner lips and allowing my stream to fly forward, missing the pan and spraying everywhere. It felt so good to piss so freely and to watch my stream arc and patter over the dry leaves. Too soon, my stream began to die down, ending in beautifully hot dribbles down the insides of my legs and into my boots.

Ahhhh!

I reached for my clit and rubbed it with my fingertips to a furious and instant orgasm that weakened my knees – I held a tree for support as I rubbed out a hard, full orgasm that made me want to scream, but I couldn't make a sound.

I couldn't move for a few moments of post-orgasmic bliss.

Finally, I heard a friend of mine calling my name.

I raced back towards the campground and found my girls.

"Sorry I was gone so long! I peed allll over my legs!!" I laughed, rejoining the group, dying to just go home and work on my still-hot, wet pussy.

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