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My first fic! I'm planning on turning this into an episodic series with an ensemble cast; since chapters won't necessarily be written in the order of the events depicted within, I'll include an in-story date for when the chapter takes place. Enjoy! A/N: This was inspired by a trip I took on Amtrak's Capitol Corridor a few months ago, and I made an effort to work in a mention of every station between Sacramento and Oakland (except for Emeryville, since I didn't want to interrupt the story at that point). Fellow railfans, enjoy. Chapter 1: The Trouble with Trains July 2023 Northern California shouldn’t be this hot, Marco Vigil had decided. It was well above a hundred degrees in Sacramento, a simple fact that he nevertheless couldn’t wrap his head around. He would have expected weather like this in Phoenix, or in Austin, or in Atlanta, but not in Sacramento. Marco was eager to get out of Sacramento and away from the terrible heat, but that wouldn’t happen if he missed his train, an outcome that was looking more and more probable as he rushed to get to the platform before the departure time. Marco had gone to Sacramento to visit a friend who’d moved back home for the summer. He’d lingered in the air-conditioned oasis of his living room, with the result that he was now racing through Sacramento Valley Station in a desperate attempt to make the southbound Capitol Corridor train before it pulled away from the platform. In his mad dash through the station, as he struggled to hoist his backpack over his shoulder while holding on to his phone and mostly-empty water bottle, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he’d sprinted right past the restrooms. Now he was running flat out, and he must have been quite a sight: All 5’6” of his frame was leaning into his stride, and his unkempt black hair bounced with each footfall. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched with determination as he rounded the last corner to the platform. There was the train! With one last frantic burst, he leapt into the closest car and gasped for breath. The air conditioning was so refreshing that for a moment he felt weak in the knees, but he collected himself and gulped down the rest of the water. Still panting from his mad dash, he refilled his water bottle before making his way upstairs and claiming a window seat just as the train pulled out of the station. “Welcome aboard southbound Capitol Corridor train #273, with southbound service terminating at Jack London Square in Oakland. Please have your tickets ready…” Marco put in his earbuds and relaxed, eagerly taking a few more swigs from his water bottle as he thought of the immense heat outside. It would be nearly two hours before the train got to Oakland, and then for Marco it would be longer still before he got to his destination. That’s because Marco was a student at Rockridge University in Oakland, and at this time of day the bus back to campus would probably be caught up in traffic. Marco didn’t mind; he was content to sit right there in the train, enjoying the air conditioning and rehydrating himself after a scorching hot weekend. In fact, come to think of it, his bottle was almost empty again. Time for a refill, he thought. … After the train stopped in Davis, Marco went to the café car and bought a soda, since the water still hadn’t quenched his thirst. After the train stopped in Fairfield, Marco refilled his water bottle yet again. And when the train stopped in Suisun City, Marco realized that he had to pee. Well, no matter. Marco may have been shy, but he definitely wasn’t going to wait until Oakland to relieve himself – he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait that long. The only question was what to do with his bag: Take it with him into the bathroom, or leave it on the seat? After a moment of thought, he decided to leave it. The bathroom would probably be cramped, and there were plenty of people on the coach who would notice if a would-be thief tried to make off with some dirty clothes and a toothbrush. And besides, Marco thought to himself with a smirk, what kind of idiot would steal something in between station stops? He’d be trapped on the train, and then I’d just have to track the thief down… ‘Mystery on the Capitol Corridor.’ That sounds like a good short story! By this point, he’d got to the bottom floor of the car and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and peered inside. He’d never been inside a train’s lavatory before, but it reminded him of the one on an airplane. It was a bit larger, and furnished with stainless steel instead of plastic, but it was still familiar. There was only one major difference that Marco discovered: He closed the door behind him, moved to lock it, and ended up gesturing ineffectively at the handle. How does it lock? The door’s handle clicked into place, but there was no obvious way to lock it. Marco prodded at a small knob next to the handle, thinking that it might be the lock, but even after twisting it, pulling it, and sliding it, he could tell the door was still unlocked. I’m an engineer. I can figure this out. The experience reminded him of trying to turn on the shower in an unfamiliar hotel room; it seemed that there was always a different sequence of levers to control water temperature, actuate the drain, and turn on the shower head. The only difference was that Marco’s current situation was a bit more stressful than trying to turn on a shower, a fact that was reflected in his tense stance as he became more and more aware of the contents of his bladder. Nervously, Marco moved away from the door and faced the toilet. Glancing over his shoulder, he unbuttoned his shorts and moved down the zipper. Best to get this over with quickly before somebody comes in. Then, as he unzipped his pants, Marco’s mind was suddenly seized by the image of another passenger opening the door and disturbing him as he did his business. Maybe he could wait until Oakland after all. He zipped his shorts back up and sighed as he returned to his seat. With his thighs pressed together, Marco prepared himself for the uncomfortable ride home. … “Attention passengers… due to an open drawbridge, we’ll be delayed for about ten minutes. Next station stop is Martinez.” As the train loitered at the foot of the bridge across the San Joaquin river, Marco knew he was in trouble. For now, the discomfort in his bladder had subsided to a dull ache, but with every small movement he felt the mass of liquid shifting inside him. There was nothing to it but to press his knees together and lean back in his seat. The train was stopped next to a stand of trees on a steep hillside. Marco found himself thinking of the last time he’d had to pee this bad, during a run in the hills above campus. It had been during the heat wave last fall, and with his class schedule leaving him no choice but to run in the afternoon, he’d kept hydrated… perhaps a bit too eagerly. Just after crossing Grizzly Peak Road he’d ducked into a stand of trees, pulled the front of his shorts down, and watered a tree. The smell of urine, sweat, and eucalyptus sap that had combined on that hillside was surprisingly agreeable, and Marco made a game of it: He stepped back and angled his penis upwards, managing to soak the bark nearly four feet above the roots. Then he stepped to the side a bit and tried to project his stream as far as he could on the downhill slope. Then he was done, and he was quite satisfied to stand there watching his puddle trickle downhill. It was the shock of his life when Marco stepped out from behind the tree and saw, not thirty feet away from him, Riley Conrad standing shirtless with his back towards him, watering his own tree. Riley Vigil, who Marco knew because they were both on Rockridge’s rocketry team… Riley Conrad, who looked pretty good without a shirt on… Riley Conrad, who was pissing on a tree. Marco fled with swift but silent footsteps and set a new record on his downhill sprint back to campus. He’d already made plans to meet Riley for lunch the next day, and when they both sat down at the restaurant Marco was so nervous that he could barely read the menu, but Riley seemed normal. Obviously he hadn’t caught Marco peeing, and he hadn’t caught Marco watching him pee. After all, it wouldn’t do to let lust or piss get in the way of what was already a good friendship. … When the train stopped in Martinez, Marco had to direct his attention towards his bladder and penis every few seconds to keep himself in control. At this point, he was filled with almost as much worry as urine, and he figured that there were only two ways that his situation could get worse. The first way was that somebody would sit next to him. The second way was that she was wearing a Rockridge University t-shirt. “Oh, you’re another Rockridge student?” she asked. Marco tried to make himself look less tense. “How did you know?” “Water bottle.” Marco looked at his bottle, which he had purchased from the student store. It had the university seal printed on the side. “What’s your name?” Marco asked. “Elizabeth.” “Marco.” Elizabeth was wearing athletic shorts, a tank top, and sandals, and she had shoulder-length brown hair. Marco thought she looked familiar in a vague sort of way, as if they’d crossed paths on campus a few times before. As they talked some more, Marco learned that Elizabeth was a fellow sophomore, studying physics. He told her that he was majoring in mechanical engineering. Marco tried not to squirm in his seat, but with Elizabeth sitting next to him all he could do was sit and suffer as he tried to keep his pants dry. Luckily, the conversation was distracting him a bit; the train was now rolling through Richmond, with the factories and railyards of the East Bay moving outside the windows. Elizabeth interrupted herself to point out the window. “Look, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.” Marco turned in his seat to see that, yes, in between the treetops, he could see the distant San Francisco skyline and the bridge off in the distance. “You know,” Elizabeth said, “I have kind of a funny story about the bridge… A few weeks ago I had a friend visit from out of town. She’s a transfer student who’ll be starting at Rockridge next fall, so she wanted me to shower her around. We went into the city, and one of the things she wanted to do was walk the length of the bridge, all the way from San Francisco to Marin. I’d never done it before either so we went across the bay and stopped in San Francisco for a coffee before heading to the bridge. Of course, it was a hot day, so I was also drinking lots of water… I didn’t realize there was a bathroom in the visitor center on the San Francisco side, so we just started walking across.” Marco stared at her. “That’s… interesting…” He shifted his legs around some more. The train was making a stop in Berkeley, and as the people passed by in the aisle he tried to lean forward as casually as he could and crossed his arms over his thighs. His new hunched-up position took some pressure off his bladder, but he couldn’t think of a way to change the subject. He really wanted to change the subject. And he really, really wanted to pee. “Anyway, all that ‘hydration’ was catching up to me. I had no idea how long the bridge was, so by the time we were halfway across I had to piss bad. It was getting hard to walk. So you know what I did? I walked up to the railing, pulled down the waistband of my shorts a few inches, and got my underwear out of the way.” “But what about the people?” Marco blurted. Elizabeth laughed. “What people? Tourists don’t go that far out onto the bridge, and the bike path was on the other side. And I was hidden in an alcove behind one of the support towers; from the road, none of the drivers could see me pissing off the side of the Golden Gate Bridge.. Oh, it was great. I tell you, when you have to go that bad, it feels so good to just let go of your inhibitions and take an amazing leak.” “Yeah.” Marco winced. “That does sound nice.” “Of course, some people are more timid. I mean, my friend also clearly had to go when we were walking the bridge, but she didn’t want to join me when I pissed over the side. She managed to wait until we found some bushes on the Marin side of the bridge. She gave them a good watering!” Marco just crossed his legs again as the train rolled south. … Marco knew he was in trouble. His legs bounced. He resisted the urge to grab himself as he twisted in his seat. Finally, he grabbed his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, scrunching himself into a ball. His only consolation was that Elizabeth didn’t comment on his apparent desperation; if she had, he might have died of embarrassment. Her silence allowed Marco to pretend that she thought he was just trying to find a comfortable sitting position after spending nearly two hours on the train. Elizabeth was telling him about her work in Rockridge’s Turbulent Flow Lab. He didn’t understand fluid mechanics that well, but she told him that her work could have engineering applications for nozzle design. She even offered to help Marco get a position in the lab, since they’d probably need help from an engineer for their upcoming experiments. However, he declined, saying that he was more interested in robotics and aerospace engineering. And after being drawn in to such an interesting conversation, Marco was shocked to feel the train slowing down as it pulled into the station in Oakland. Finally! He grabbed his bag and stood up – and that made him realize that he truly was on the verge of wetting himself. “Will I see you on the bus back to Rockridge?” Elizabeth asked. “I don’t think so,” Marco replied hesitantly. “I have, uh… errands to run downtown.” Elizabeth smiled. “If you say so.” She saw right through the lie, but she pretended to believe Marco because it seemed important to him that nobody would find out how badly he needed to relieve himself. Honestly, she thought, if I had to go that badly I’d find some quiet alley to squat in as soon as I got off the train. She also rose from her seat to disembark, but Marco was already gone, sprinting down the stairs and onto the platform with stiff legs. With a stiff gait, he made his way towards the station building, devoting all of his energy towards holding his it in. Hobbling across the lobby, he spotted the door to the men’s room, and- No! Locked! Marco was could have cried in frustration. His face was red and he was sweating with the effort of trying not to wet his pants. He dashed out onto the street, and saw the taillights of the Rockridge shuttle bus as it pulled away from the station. “Shit!” He’d have to wait another thirty minutes for the next bus back to Rockridge. Naively, he thought for a moment that he could wait that long, but the brief lapse of concentration to check the bus schedule on his phone took its toll. Marco felt a brief spurt of urine leak out of him and soak into his underwear. No, it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to wait. Marco had been desperate before, but he’d never been so close to wetting himself that he started leaking. Out of options, he ran for the closest secluded place he could find, a mostly-empty parking garage next to the station. Ducking past the toll booth, Marco ran into a quiet corner of the station. He found a bus dropoff lane that had clearly fallen into disuse; it was separated from the rest of the garage by a wall, and the chances were low that anybody else would cross his path while he was pissing a river. Nervously, Marco walked over to a good spot with a support column shielding him from the left and a drain on the right that would hopefully keep too large a puddle from building up. Now all he had to do was unzip, pull himself out, and go. But Marco couldn’t do it; he couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with Riley in the hills above campus, and how embarrassing it had been to nearly be discovered. Although there had been a few desperate times in Marco’s life where he’d had no problem watering a tree or a bush, he’d avoided peeing outside since the incident with Riley last fall. And now he was in a built-up environment, not out in nature like the previous times he hadn’t been able to wait for a bathroom. Pissing here seemed like an impossible task. But all of those concerns were pushed aside by Marco’s intense desperation and a desire to salvage his dry shorts. If relieving himself here was difficult, then wetting himself was unthinkable. Steeling his nerve, Marco unzipped his shorts, pulled his underwear waistband down, and gripped his penis in his right hand. He aimed at the wall, and immediately a torrent burst forth from him. Marco was standing less than two feet from the wall, but in that moment he was sure that his stream could have traveled three times that distance, and the pressure caused a few spray drops to ricochet back onto his ankles. That didn’t bother him at all; the feeling of relieving himself after putting it off for far too long was intoxicating. Even though Marco fought the urge to close his eyes so that he could keep glancing around for passersby, for the most part he didn’t have a care in the world as he took his badly-needed piss. In his entire life, Marco had only ever peed in three places before: In a bathroom, onto a tree, and onto dirt. Concrete was new to him, and he was surprised by how quickly his stream flowed down the wall and into the drain. As it fell into the drain, it made a gurgling sound; the sound amused Marco, and he wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up. He had already passed twenty seconds, and he showed no signs of slowing yet. Moving his right hand, Marco began to idly move his stream back and forth against the wall, settling on a position that provided a bit more space between his foot and the steady trickle running into the drain. His small accomplishment made him smile; it wasn’t a wide grin that crossed his face, but rather the mellow expression of relief and bliss. So far, Marco thought that his first urban piss was going quite well. Maybe he didn’t have anything to worry about after all. In fact, maybe he’d even try it again sometime. On a few occasions over the last few weeks, Marco had missed his bus and been stranded in the remote corner of Oakland where he worked as an intern at an engineering firm. Since Marco tended to drink a lot of water during the workday, after waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes he’d have a distinct urge to go. His pride refused to let him walk back to the office just to use the bathroom – after all what if somebody saw him? – but the industrial side of town wasn’t well-served by transit, and after waiting half an hour for the next bus he’d be quite uncomfortable. He always made it home before it became a true emergency, but next time maybe he’d just find a spot behind an abandoned warehouse and water the plants. As he was lost in thought, Marco didn’t pay much attention as his stream started to lose power. Another ten seconds or so, and he’d be finished, with an impressive damp mark on the wall and a puddle of urine slowly flowing into the drain. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw somebody walking towards him. Marco’s good mood vanished in an instant. He couldn’t possibly let anybody see him like this! With lightning speed, he tucked his penis back into his underwear and zipped his shorts up. Unfortunately, after being lost in relief, he wasn’t able to stop his stream until a few seconds after fastening his pants, and he ended up with a small but noticeable damp patch on the front of his shorts. With no time to worry about that, he bolted for the nearest exit, which happened to take him next to the person he’d seen coming his way. The person was Elizabeth, and she waved. Marco saw her eyes move downwards, just for an instant, and he knew that he’d been caught. He’d had an accident, and Elizabeth had seen it. Marco was overcome with embarrassment, and he instinctively turned to face away from her. And then, instinctually, he started running, sprinting back out onto the street and leaving the parking garage behind. He’d see Elizabeth again on the bus back to campus, but for now he just needed to be alone.

Just a heads up, sorry this is a long read. If you still want to read, enjoy the story! Okay. So it's been quite a while since I've pushed my bladder to its limit, and really wanted to tonight. The only issue I had was that I couldn't wet myself tonight, and would have to use the toilet normally. So, I started holding at 23:00, grabbed a 500ml bottle of water, and made 1l of green & peppermint tea in a pot. Last time I drank it, it went straight through me and I had to pee myself on a walk because of it. I drank about 300ml of the tea every 25 mins so I wouldn't feel too full, and half of the water some time in between. By the time midnight rolled around, I'd drank about 850ml and was at about a 4/10. At 00:30, I was at about a 6/10 and decided to refill the teapot with another litre of water. By the time it was 01:00, I was at an 8/10 and had drank 1800ml, and could see my bladder bulging quite a bit. I then had an idea. Just because I can't wet myself, doesn't mean I have to use the toilet. What if I went into my garden, took all my clothes off (besides my oversized t-shirt), went onto my knees, and peed like that on the grass? When 01:20 came, I was at a 9/10. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold much longer, my bladder started throbbing, and that's only happened maybe 4 times in my life. To give me and my bladder some hope, I said to myself I'd hold until 01:45. I still drank the same rate I had been drinking, and after what felt like an eternity, 01:35 rolled around. I finished the last of the tea I was meant to, and had drank 2200ml. I decided to head outside now. I couldn't stop squeezing my legs together and using my hand to hold myself, but I had to make sure I was silent leaving my room and going outside. By some miracle, I made it to the garden door, quietly unlocked it, and headed outside. It was now 01:40. I still had to hold another 5 mins, but I was in the final stretch. I could hold in anyway that helped, pace around to ease the pressure, anything. I just had to last 5 more mins. 01:41, I sat down and leaned forward to try ease the pressure. It helped quite a bit. 01:42, I had to jam my hand into my groin to stop myself from leaking. 01:43, I start pacing frantically with my hand still in place. Come on, I'm almost there! 01:44, this one minute felt like a lifetime. I was pacing on the spot, pee dancing, my fingers were starting to hurt from how hard I was holding myself, but I had to make it. 01:45. I immediately pulled my pyjamas and underwear down, but still had to slowly walk over to a clear spot on the grass. Finally... sweet relief. I let the floodgates open. I made it. I was still standing because in my panic I forgot I was supposed to kneel, so I just let my legs give way while I was peeing. It hurt a bit and accidentally peed a lil bit on my legs, but the relief I felt was more than worth it for me to ignore the pain. I was sitting there, my t-shirt barely covering myself, letting all of that tea I drank earlier out of me into the grass. I've never felt relief like that before... After I realised I stopped peeing, I got up, wiped any grass (and pee) off my knees with a dirty towel, put my clothes back on, and laid in bed. It's been 45 mins since then, and I can say with confidence that's one of the best holds I've done in a long while. I don't know if it felt so good because I was so desperate, I was barely covered, or because I was outside instead of by the toilet, maybe it was all of those thing, but I'm absolutely gonna hold and end it like that again.

Hi all! Today I want to share my experience of publicly peeing while on vacation this summer. 1. Beach. Peeing in public on a beach crowded with people has long been my fantasy. I love desperate peeing outside, especially if there is a possibility that someone will see you. It seems to me that the beach is the most ideal place possible for a person with a fetish like mine. But for a long time I didn't dare to try it. And so, this summer it happened. I didn’t prepare for this and didn’t think that I would do it on that beautiful sunny day. I was just on the beach and realized that I needed to relieve myself. I was too lazy to go to the toilet. The beach wasn't crowded, but there were still people nearby. However, I decided to do it. In fact, I could bring myself to desperate holding and only then desperately relieve myself, but at that moment I simply didn't want to hold it. I was too lazy and relaxed for this, and decided to pee, although the need wasn't urgent. I looked around and a great idea came to my mind. The descent to the beach had wooden steps with quite large gaps between them. There were a lot of people on the beach, but there was no one near these steps. I decided that I could pretend that I was just sitting on the steps and release my golden stream into the sand below them. I started executing my plan. I sat down on one of the lower steps and looked around. People around me saw me, but I was sure that the distance was enough so that they couldn't see what I was doing. It was safe for me. Next, I simply moved my trunks a little to the side with one hand, without pulling them down. Of course, it would have been more fun to get them wet, but it was cool that day and I didn't swim. So I decided to stay dry. As soon as I pulled the bottom of my swimsuit aside, and made sure to position my butt in the gap between the steps, using the steps as a toilet, my stream of urine immediately burst out. Even though my need wasn't severe, I felt relief immediately. I looked down between the steps and saw that my strong stream, falling into a hill of golden sand between the steps, formed a puddle. It was so good. But I liked not so much the feeling of relief as the fact that I looked at the unsuspecting people around me while my stream continued to wet the sand. It was my first experience of something so public and it was very exciting. The fact that any of them could come... But I especially remember one guy. It looks like he was a security guard on the beach. He stood closest to the steps, and seemed to be looking at me. I don't think he saw anything, but I remember him. I don't know, maybe I like the idea that he could see something quite... Perhaps he even smiled at me, or maybe I had already fantasized about it. When my flow finally dried up and I stood up from the steps with a sigh of relief, I discovered that the sand under the steps had become completely wet. The puddle I made was really big and it felt so good. But surprisingly, I discovered that the steps where I was sitting were completely dry, as was my swimsuit. My pressure was precise. 😉 Feeling a pleasant lightness in my empty bladder and the joy that I managed to empty it without going into cold water, on a beach crowded with people, and remain unnoticed, I walked back, smiling at that one guy. One of the best and most exciting experiences for me. I really regret not filming this on my phone. 2. Sauna. It was on the same vacation as the beach. My hotel had a good SPA with baths and saunas. Just like with the beach, I didn’t think it through in advance. I just realized I needed to relieve myself as I lay and relaxed in the hamam (Turkish sauna). Just like with the beach, the need wasn't urgent, I was just too lazy to leave the sauna to walk one minute to the toilet. And I didn't want my bladder to keep me from completely relaxing. In just a few seconds I realized that I didn't need the toilet because I could go right there in the sauna. It was a public place, but at that moment I was alone there. But at any second someone could come in, it was quite exciting. This time, unlike the beach, my swimsuit was completely wet, so I decided not to take it off. I decided to do it standing. I got up from the bench I was lying on and walked over to one of the holes in the floor where the water was flowing. I stood next to it and just... let my flow come out. Straight into my wet swimsuit. A stream of urine rushed down my legs, dripping onto the floor and immediately disappearing into the drain along with the other water on the floor. If there were security cameras in the sauna or someone walked in at that moment, they might not even realize what I was doing, since it could be mistaken for water dripping from my wet swimsuit. And yet it wasn't water 😁 I spread my legs wider, peeing while standing on the sauna floor and feeling the hot urine hitting the soaking wet fabric and then pouring out onto my legs. It was so good and it brought so much pleasure. Enjoying the feeling of an empty bladder, I took the shower head that people use to wash themselves in the sauna and washed myself with it (along with my swimsuit). I felt the pleasure that I relieved myself and could continue to relax, and for this I didn't even have to leave the sauna. It was good. What kind of stupid people interrupt their relax to pee? 😉 And the fact that it was a public place only added to the feelings. Afterwards, a wonderful thought came to me that I could not even get up from that bench, but just pee while lying on it, and then wash it with the same shower head. But, unfortunately, I was no longer there 😪 ...As you might have guessed, this was my best vacation (the first such experience). But I really hope that I will return to that place at least once more. I have a lot of plans for what to do there.😀 I hope you enjoyed this vacation with me.😉

Hi guys! This is my first post and I'm so excited. There's no desperation or wetting here, I just want to share with you a cute and beautiful piss in my garden. It was a good experience for me and I'd like to tell about it on this site. So, today I was holding at home, just because I wanted to have fun. I wasn't desperate, and I could have held it longer, but I was tired, and my bladder was already full, so I decided to relieve myself. I live in a private house, so I decided to go outside. It was about 10-15 degrees Celsius outside and I liked feeling this cold. We have a big garden and I like to pee there in the summer, just for fun. But this is my first experience of peeing outside when it's cold. So, I was excited. It was evening, and I saw a very beautiful sunset over the trees. The fallen yellow leaves on the ground were also beautiful. Despite the cold, I decided to take a walk, enjoying the view of the sunset and fall. It was so aesthetic and I liked it. While I was walking and looking at the beautiful sunset, my desperation became harder. In just a few minutes, I felt my bladder fill to its limit and I was forced to dance in place. It really became hard to hold it, and despite the fact that I still wanted to watch the sunset, and despite the cold, I had to find a place to urgently relieve myself. There was a slight problem with it. In the summer it didn't disturb me, because we have a lot of plants and bushes in the garden, behind the leaves of which none of the neighbors would be able to see me. But now, in late autumn, not a single leaf remains, and our entire garden is completely visible to our neighbors. I'm not worried about the neighbors seeing me, that's my secret fantasy. But while I live with my parents, unfortunately, I can’t afford it to myself. So, I couldn’t just sit down in the middle of the garden, I had to find a secluded corner between the greenhouse and the barn. It was narrow, but protected on both sides, and no one could see me. By that time, I needed to relieve myself so bad, I was jumping on the spot with impatience and felt that my cute pajama pants were about to get wet. So, I stood in the corner where I was going to do it and pulled off my soft, fluffy pink pajama pants with cotton black panties (which were already wet from drops that I couldn't hold back by that time). I felt the skin on my bare ass begin to prickle from the cold, and this only excited me more. I immediately squatted down over the pile of dry, blackened leaves on which I was standing and relieved myself, unable to hold it for a second longer. As soon as i squatted down, I heard my full urine flow hissing directly into the dry leaves, causing the sound to be muffled. I liked this sound so much. Because of the coat, I couldn't bend over to see my urine flow, although i usually like to look at it. But I enjoyed the sound and the feeling of relief that came immediately. I just hoped that I didn't get grandma's old shoes wet. I sighed loudly, feeling how pleasant and empty it became in my bladder, while I peed in the leaves with a powerful stream, lowering my pajama pants. I was happy to release a strong stream of urine after holding it in for a long time. It was especially pleasant to feel the contrast of the hot stream of urine against the cold air that touched my naked skin. The puddle of my piss quickly wetted a pile of leaves and flowed beyond them, flowing like a stream along the ground in front of me. But the best part was that I continued to look at the beautiful sunset before my eyes while i relieved myself. I squatted, pissed in the leaves and sighed with relief, without taking my eyes off the sky. A beautiful sunset sky, a fall garden aesthetic, cold air, and me, squatted and desperately peeing. That was perfect. I felt so good. Then I got up, joyful and with a feeling of great relief, and pulled up my pajama pants. I was looking at the sunset for a while, smiling, enjoying the moment, and then went into the house, leaving behind a pile of dry leaves wet from my hot urine on a cold night air. I hope I described everything accurately enough so that you can imagine this picture and enjoy it with me 🙂 It was too beautiful, I had to share this here. PS: forgive me for mistakes, English isn't my first language. PSS: I almost turned on while I was writing this 🙂 I attached a photo of the sunset I was looking at while I was peeing.

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