Ariel's Wet Run

Ariel's petite, lightly tanned body moved gracefully with each step, her black workout pants revealing the movements of her hips. With every step, her athletic shoes rose from the pavement, leaving behind the soft crunch of someone small running of gravel. Her jacket had long since been removed and tied around her waist; it was too hot to exercise with one, being late spring. Ariel slowed down, her breath puffing; she leaned over and rested, her hands on her knees and the air moving out of her lungs heavily. She loved running; she had started running 2 years prior, an had learned to enjoy her daily runs. Unfortunately for Ariel, she had recently taken up a new project at work, and her normal running time, early morning, wasn't an option. Having to run instead after work wouldn't have been such an issue, but for one thing: there were just too many people out and about in the park.

You see, Ariel had polyuria. She constantly had to pee, and in large amounts, too. When she ran in the morning, she would always stop along the path, about halfway into her run. There were groups of scraggly bushes to the side of the path all through the park that would conceal what someone was doing, but not their presence. Normally, Ariel would crouch in one of these areas, look around to make sure nobody could see her, and do her business. Because there weren't any people, she could simply pull her pants down (or remove them entirely, crouch or squat, and release her eager urine into the dry, thirsty earth below. She would be able to spot anyone from afar, thanks to the scrawniness of the trees, and though they would probably note her presence, they would not be able to tell what she was doing. This was a foolproof method to relieving herself, but now there were simply too many people around.

Ariel was holding her bladder before she came to a stop and rested her knees on her hand, but the constant bouncing of her body made her urine splash uncomfortably against her insides. She had realized about a quarter into her run that there were a lot of people, and continued on unworriedly, thinking they were few and far between. As she came nearer to the middle of her run, she began to realize she should have turned back; the people strolling through the park were always just a little too close for Ariel to conceal her naked bottom and a stream of hot piss. She began to worry, and when the running became uncomfortable a little past hallway through the park with no expectation for relief, she had to stop the sloshing.

After a moment of rest, Ariel began to walk slowly along the path. She wouldn't get home in time for her bladder, but at least it wasn't as urgent just sitting there, rather than putting pressure on her pussy with every step. She knew she definitely needed to find a place to pee, and fast. So along the path she continued, hoping for a moment when pedestrians wouldn't be coming towards her on both visible horizons, or maybe even a well covered area she could quickly rip her pants down in, release maybe half her bladder, cover back up, and be back on the path without anyone's suspicion or at least detection. Lo and behold, such a spot was close by! There was an older women with a small dog passing her, headed the opposite direction, and she could see nobody else past the far bend in the path. She stopped and pretended to tie her shoe, waiting for the woman to get far enough away for her to dart into the trees. She gritted her teeth in desperation; she couldn't wait that long. The woman was slow. Mentally crossing her fingers, she depended on the hope that the woman would not turn around, and stepped off the path.

Semi covered by the bushes and unseen, Ariel grasped at her pants and yanked hard. They came halfway down her thighs and she pulled further, squatting as she did so. She felt a single drop of urine slide down through her urethra, and then she sat there. She had stage fright. There was nobody watching her, but she, for a moment, couldn't pee. Then, all of a sudden, it came washing out of her in an absolute torrent. She looked up in her pleasure to see a man jogging around the bend; he'd be close enough to see what she was doing in about 10 seconds. She squeezed her muscles together tightly, trying to cut off the rush of pee exiting her urethra, but it was coming out too fast; it continued to gush for 2 more seconds, and then dwindled to a painful drip as she gained control of herself. Not waiting for her pussy to drip off, she peeled her underwear up and into place. They soaked up a few drops of warm, yellow pee from her labia before she finished pulling up her pants. Quickly stepping back onto the path with her pants securely in place and a few drops of piss sliding back and forth on her pussy lips, she jogged past the man, inclining her head to acknowledge him. He gave a slight smile, unsuspicious, and continued on. Ariel felt much better, but her pussy was in a small amount of pain due to the urine trapped in her urethra. Hopefully she'd make it home and to the toilet.

The path lead Ariel around several bends and into a wide open field. There were couples reclining on blankets, reading, and a grandma in the distance with her children and some balloons. She could hear music somewhere, presumably from a portable speaker. This always felt like the longest stretch of her her run; though it was only a quarter of the length of her job, it looked so massive; however, you could almost clearly see all of the way to either end. The field was quite expansive. As she ran, she felt the pressure building again; she hadn't voided nearly enough urine to make it home. She could run back into that one stand of thicker trees, she thought, but then she decided to continue. She wanted to do it, damn it! Maybe running harder would take her mind off of it.

Ariel made it all of the way to the middle of the field before the first spurt of urine shot its way into her panties; she stopped immediately, breathing hard, and clenched her legs together. The pressure lessens ever so slightly, and she looked around. She couldn't pull her pants down here! Someone would easily be able to spot her! She looked at the grass. She had only one option, short of being arrested for flashing an entire park. She would have to piss herself! Another small spurt, though somewhat more persistent than the first, was suppressed for the most part, leaving a drop or two of the liquid to make it through the damp spot in her panties and into the fabric of her workout clothing. They were black, so liquid wasn't very obvious in the cloth. She didn't have long before the floodgates would open; thank god she was wearing black pants. She didn't want to leave a telling puddle of urine in the middle of the path, so she acted quickly, before the next little spray of piss could shoot violently into her pants. Ripping the jacket from around her waist, she threw it down in the grass. She quickly plopped her round and now slightly wet ass in the grass beside the path. And not a second too soon; a dribble leaked achingly all over her pussy and through her pants, and slowly morphed into the thundering stream that felt so good. She felt the piss soaking into her clothing. A younger couple probably in their thirties jogged past her, seemingly uninterested in the woman sitting next to the path with a blissful look on her face; little did they know that as they passed her and moved into the distance, her bliss was in regard to the pee forcefully exiting her private parts and pooling around her butt.

Ariel moaned in absolute pleasure as it squirted out of her. Maybe she would have to do this again. She certainly liked it, and in fact found herself a little aroused. The piss just kept coming. She felt the last drops of what had probably been about a pint of hot, yellow piss run through her clothing into the earth below her and made a soft whining noise, wishing she could touch her warm pussy and cum into the puddle she now sat in. The fluid was now starting to soak into her legs, so she got up, wrapped the jacket carefully around her to hide the obvious wet mark and distract from the less obvious dampness in her calves. She completed her run home, her pussy lips rubbing pleasurably in her pissy panties, and pulled a glass out of the cupboard, filling it with water and beginning to chug it. She sat down at the kitchen table in her now cooling , pee-soaked clothes, played with her phone, and drank her water, looking forward to when her bladder would start to fill and she could enjoy the pleasure all over again, this time bringing herself to orgasm.