Walking through the woods, I could feel the urge. I should have used the toilet at the trail-head, but no, I was too busy looking at all the gorgeous scenery, and now, I could feel my bladder start to make demands.
I looked around, the trail was deserted, so I left the trail, went past two bushes, and took one last look around. Satisfied that I was alone, I unzipped my jeans, pushed them down, skimmed down my panties to join my jeans around my ankles. Concerned that I could accidentally piss on my jeans and panties, I quickly yanked them off and placed them a safe distance away. I squatted and felt the relief as the hot piss starts to flow.
I started to feel a strange sexiness, the position of squatting and pissing, such a female position to have to take, with my bare ass exposed to the elements. I could imagine squatting like I would do to a boyfriend, just before pushing down on his cock. That made my pussy pulse, the hot stream of piss gushing out over my twitching pussy lips just amplified the feeling. I went with it, and slipped two fingers down, my fingers rubbing my piss wet lips, feeling them get slippery with my other juices joining them.
I just kept rubbing, and rubbing, wildly turned on by the idea of being almost naked in the woods, squatting and pissing, doing it out in public like that, granted, it wasn't like doing it in Grand Central station, but still, it was out in the open. The idea that someone could walk by, and see a horny 18-year-old girl masturbating wildly, made my inner pussy clench up and start pulsing, and I let out cries of pleasure as I felt it wrenching deep inside, the climactic quivering of my pussy spreading waves of pleasure through me.
As the pleasure of my orgasm started to ebb, I quickly pulled on my panties and jeans, got back on the trail, and continued my hike.
After that first time, I never wanted to use a toilet again when I'd head out on the trails, I'd purposely make sure that I would need to piss soon after starting out, and the squatting, the hot piss flowing, the pissing than the masturbating, always made me cum like crazy.
Out on my favorite trail today, I did my usual routine, although I neglected to look in one direction. I quickly unzipped, shoved down my shorts and panties, stepped out of them, and squatted down. I heard a noise, looked to my left, and froze. The urgent desire to let my piss fly vanished, I was being watched, a big man, big from working out, was a mere 20 feet away, my god, he looked to be at least 6' 6" tall, and solid muscle. His cock was pressing out against his jeans, the sight of that rock-hard bulge took my breath away. He stepped slowly towards me, then around me, until he was towering over me, I was still frozen to the spot.
