Wet Weekend by Giselle Renarde

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Wet Weekend

(Giselle Renarde)


Nobody around, thank goodness.

 

I swung open the passenger door as soon as Talia came to a halt. Leaving my panties on the car mat, I raced through the tickly long grasses in my sandals. My summer skirt fluttered against my thighs as I ran to the trees.

 

Just like Talia said, there were strong, tall shade trees surrounding the farmland, blocking it from the highway. I had to whizz so badly I wouldn't have cared if I was forced to pee in the middle of a field.

 

Pulling my skirt up and hugging it to my chest, I parted my feet and squatted. I got down so low the grasses brushed my pussy and my thighs.

 

Then a weird thing happened: I couldn't go. I'd been holding it so hard, telling myself not to, that when I finally gave myself permission, nothing came out.

 

"Better?" Talia asked.

 

"Oh God!" I jumped when I looked up and saw her. She was standing not three meters away, keys in hand, watching me.