The sensation of relief gushing through my cock was exquisite. My fingers could feel the hard flow desperate to escape pulse through my semi erect shaft as I watched the steady jet play up the stone wall in front of me, proximity sufficient for hot splash backs to pepper my ankles and sandaled feet.
The feelings accompanying the immediate release of my desperation had caused me to groan out loud with heart thumping pleasure, If the nozzle on a fire hose had nerve endings it would know exactly what I mean. The first desperate blasts of pee from me settled to allow enjoyment of the rattling steady flow out of my cock head as it drained my aching bladder, stretching my urethra and dick hole wide to accommodate the volume , and then finally, it dribbled to an end.
I had wanted to pee ever since pulling off in the car for the drive to my favourite woodland walk. By the time I arrived the desire to pee had become a desperation , a sweet torment that I have grown to love and enjoy as often as I can, the relief had been exquisite and I still felt a flutter of excitement in my chest, however, I was here for my walk so I set off on the path with the slight uphill gradient that I knew would eventually lead to a bench on the wooded summit where I would stop for a flask of tea. These days I always add a couple of bags of dandelion root to my tea, it's a natural diuretic and usually guarantees a few voluminous pee stops on my walk to add a little extra pleasure.
There were few people out today but I had noticed a walker on my path some way ahead , other than that the woods were empty of all but the plentiful wild life.
As I rounded a bend in the path I noticed the walker ahead had stopped at the little wooden bridge that spanned a dried up small stream bed. I wasn't too eager for company today so I stopped to maintain the distance between us,sitting on a log that kept me out of sight but where I could see up the path.
The walker ahead looked up and down the path and started to undo the top of their shorts.
Some guys just have to be dramatic and make statements, rather than finding a tree to pee behind this one was going to pee off the top of the bridge!
Surprisingly the shorts were dropped completely, the walker stood against the wooden rail ,angled their body slightly back and the greatest arc of pee I have ever seen issued from this person making a crescent through the air that continued in a single uninterrupted stream for a good 40 seconds.
Well I thought, the guys got it so why not flaunt it. That was an impressive piss it must be said.
I got up to continue with my walk up the path.
I eventually achieved the summit of the hill to find the walker who did the piss off the bridge was sat on the bench admiring the view.
'Hello, lovely day isn't it?' I said to acknowledge them. The walker turned around to reply but the look of astonishment on my face must have read like a book, the walker was a woman!
