She stirred as a multitude of warm, pulsating water jets swirled across her nude torso. Where was she, in the hot tub? The Jacuzzi? One of the stronger currents bubbled playfully against her labial lips, separating them with its force, caressing her clitoris. The stream moved inches away and Denise moved her hips, aiming for more direct contact.
She floated underwater, sans gravity in a kind of bubble. The water in front was warm, tepid and cooler waves lapped at her back. A smaller, more intense stream, similar to a water pik, tickled her urethra, opening and darting inside. She had to pee, badly.
In the cool shaded forest, Denise squatted over a soft bed of pine needles. To help start the flow of piss, she pressed her tummy and realized several people were watching! I can't go now, she thought embarrassingly, not with them watching. Painfully she repressed the much needed release of urine.
She felt fingernails, like talons, digging into her derriere, maneuvering her towards the playful jets, again. Denise focused on the pleasure they brought, arousing her sex, evasively moving away from the prolonged, desired contact. Damn it, come back.
The bus station was filthy with overflowing trash receptacles and the stink of a crowd's perspiration. She absolutely HAD to go and pushed open the public "WOMEN'S" restroom door, stained yellowish-brown from unwashed hands. There were no stalls, no doors only a line of exposed toilets. This can't be, no privacy! Denise approached the nearest toilet, pulled down her slacks and panties and sat. More faces appeared, a woman with hands under the faucet glanced in the mirror, staring. She simply couldn't pee here.
She walked home, trying to find the way but nothing looked familiar. Oh, I get it, I'm dreaming! Subconsciously, Denise steered her brain, her dream back towards the playful water.The unmistakable dusty scents of hay and accompanying stuffy air. Nowhere near the water, but better yet. She was naked, sitting on the saddle and her best friend, Jennifer, was nearby. "Oh god, Jen...I have to pee so badly!" the sound of her voice seemed dim, distant.
Another dream…
Denise had shown Jennifer the way into the barn. Their young fertile, active imaginations allowed them to make believe, eventually exploring their private thoughts. They stripped and acted out plays of their own. Jennifer concocted a scenario where wild Indians were chasing them and if caught, they'd be prisoners in their teepee, forced to suck the cocks of all the strong braves. "Hurry...ride faster Dee... they're catching up!" Jennifer urged. The leather saddle placed over a bale of hay was her palomino horse. Denise flexed her thighs against the rawhide, urging more speed from the horse, pressing her bare cunt onto the leather ridge, enjoying the rippling, sexual sensations.
Her thinking was blurry and she heard something like a giggle. Firmly on the saddle, she pressed harder, writhing on the bump and this time, the contact stayed. Denise rocked, humping the hardness, tummy muscles tightening and her orgasm began. Fuck...this feels so good. Let it go ...god...here I go! She rubbed her fat, excited clitoris onto the unseen lover, spasms dizzily running through her veins. Faster. Harder. Fuck...oh fuck…yes!
