I stopped suddenly and brought you to a halt beside me. You look at me knowingly with a quirk of a grin lifting your lips. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"
I look at you and glance around. You know very well what the matter is, and we both know it. I glance around again and lick my lips a bit nervously. You had been plying me with delicious cold lemonade all day. They had been so refreshing that I had gladly drank down glass after glass. "I have to pee!" I whisper exaggeratedly.
However, only the whisper was exaggerated. My need to go pee that had been just an annoying urge, was now an overly full bladder. I looked around again. We were in the middle of a park with no washrooms in sight. I realize immediately that this had been your intention all along. I look back at you and sure enough you are full on smiling now.
"This isn't a joke! I really need to pee!" I lick my lips and search in vain for even an outhouse. We have been in this park many times and I know very well there is no washrooms of any form. There are a few people in the park in the distance. Some walking hand in hand like we had been doing. Others walking their dogs. Of course some joggers with earphones in their ears.
"I suppose you don't feel you can hold it until we get home?" You ask tauntingly. I don't look at you, but I shake my head side to side. I am trying to think of a plan.
Turns out I need not waste my efforts since you take my hand more firmly and begin to lead me off toward the trees. Each step is slightly excruciating as my full bladder bounces. You lead me into the trees a little ways. It feels sheltered. We had had sex many times in such areas. Close enough to others to be naughty, but hidden enough to be discreet.
You stop in a small clearing where there is actually a patch of soft grass. "You can go pee here."
I hold my nose up indignantly. You love when I am a bit haughty, and we both know it. "I have jeans on." I gestured to my stone washed jeans that hug my hips and ass perfectly. I look at you expectantly, as if you could suddenly make a full washroom complete with soap and hot water magically appear.
"Take them off." It sounds simple enough.
"I have no way to clean myself..." I pause. "After." My voice rings with annoyance. As if I am too good for the patch of grass you have brought me too.
"Let me handle that. Be a good girl and take your jeans and panties off." The command is soft, but a command nonetheless.
I shoot you a cross look, but comply, actually rather hastily since I am almost certain I am about to pee my pants. I chuck off the jeans and toss them over some bushes; my panties quickly follow. I stand in front of you naked from the waist down. You lick your lips like predator. Your eyes trail down my body. I feel my clit twitch in response, but my mind is already racing. How do I do this without getting a lot of pee on myself?