The Glade

The sun was hot and the sky clear when Maryann set out in the morning. She carried a small lunch and a towel. Today she had decided to go off by herself and spend a quiet, private day in the forest. She had lived in these hills all her life and she knew every path and stream.
At eighteen, Maryann was in full bloom. She wore close–fitting shorts and a man’s white shirt with the shirttails tied across her bare stomach. With one part of her mind Maryann knew where she was headed and what she planned to do when she got there, but with another part of her mind she pretended she didn’t know at all and was just out for a good long walk.
On up into the hills she wandered, following paths she had known from early childhood. The day was very warm and she felt herself beginning to perspire. Under her shirt a trickle of moisture moved down between her breasts. She paused and looked back, enjoying the view out across the valley. She knew that she would meet no one else today –– not so far off the main trail.
After about an hour she reached her goal. Here, in a grove of huge redwoods, a stream filled a small basin to form a natural pool several feet deep. The fallen redwood needles were thick on the ground, making a springy, cushioned surface. The sun shone in patches through the branches. Her mental discipline beginning to slip, she felt a sudden breathless pang of anticipation. Maryann rolled the towel into a pillow and lay down on her back on the soft needles. The sun was warm on her legs and arms.
After a while she stretched languorously and opened the front of her shirt, exposing her bare breasts to the sun. She knew there was nothing stopping her now. This was the perfect setup. She had hours ahead of her. Her left hand moved up over her rib cage and gently cupped her right breast.
“Oh, God,” she thought, “This is going to be so good.”
She could no longer remember when she had made the discovery, but long ago she had found out that wetting her pants had a powerful erotic impact on her. When with other people she would never allude to this, but when alone she was totally uninhibited and looked forward to any opportunity to indulge herself in this way. Of course, the circumstances had to be right: privacy, a place she could let herself go without ruining anything, and a convenient way to clean up afterward. This hidden poolside glade was made to order.
She had deliberately not peed all morning, so that her bladder would have a full load. As she lay in the warm sun she felt herself trembling slightly as her mind toyed with what was to come. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she relaxed her control muscles slightly. She felt a sweet pang as the urine began to move down into the lower passage. She clamped down and squeezed her legs together so that nothing came out.
She drew a shuddering breath and felt her heart pounding. She placed her right fingers against the crotch of her shorts and pressed gently. Her left hand remained on her breast. Holding her breath again, she loosened her control –– further this time –– and felt the flow start to move down again. She waited longer than before, and when she clamped down she felt the first drops squeeze out– practically nothing though. But the thrill of those first drops was intense. Really excited now, her mouth lolled open and she slowly stroked both breasts.
“OK,” she thought, “now I’m really going to do it.”
She spread her legs slightly apart and completely released her control. The urine came down and she felt it flowing out, soaking through the crotch of her panties and shorts. She clamped it off again, wanting to stretch it out as long as possible. With her right hand she felt the warm wet place between her legs. Still she had not really done very much. It had not gotten to the back part of her shorts yet.
Holding her hand so that it completely covered the wet area, she let go again. The hot fluid gushed out inside her pants and she felt it running down between her legs, trickling between the cheeks of her ass, soaking the shorts all the way to the leg opening. She stopped again. She was flushed, breathless, in a highly excited state.
“Oh, I love it –– I love it,” she thought.
She pressed both hands against her soaked shorts and writhed her hips as she rubbed back and forth over the whole area. Then she loosened her shorts and took them off. Her panties were soaked and the curly hair showed through. First she stroked herself through the panties, sliding the wet cloth between her slick, swollen lips; then she reached up and slipped her right hand down inside her panties. With the back of her hand against the inside of the panty crotch, she pushed down a little, pulling the cloth slightly away from her skin. Holding her hand in that position, she let herself start to pee again. This time she felt the hot flow strike her fingers and she rubbed her crotch ecstatically as it continued to come out, spraying between her fingers, squirting down onto her thighs, running down over her ass.
She moaned and squirmed, reveling in the sensual flood. Still she did not let herself go all the way. The wetness on her thighs reminded her of one more way to thrill herself. Leaving the soggy panties sagging between her legs, she got to her feet. A few drops trickled down her legs. She stood close to a tree, facing it, and put out one to help keep her balance. She leaned slightly forward and spread her legs a little. Then, finally, she opened up completely. With a groan, she felt the flow start again. The pee overflowed the panties and ran down her legs in golden streams. She leaned her forehead against the tree and placed a hand between her legs to feel the flow.
Wantonly, with complete abandon, she rubbed herself as the gushing flow continued. In full flood now, she could hear the soft hiss of the stream. She was trembling violently, rubbing her crotch and moaning, as her bladder emptied itself around her hand and down her legs. As the flow started to slow, she slipped her hand quickly up through the leg opening in her panties and touched her bare slit, the urine running through her fingers.
Moving quickly, before it stopped, she stuck her middle finger up inside herself. As the flow finally eased off, she massaged her sopping crotch, rubbing her clitoris with the heel of her hand and pressing her finger deep inside herself. Standing like that, she knew she would come quickly. She removed her finger for a moment and rubbed the slick juices all over her swollen clit. She rubbed her fingers around and around her clit until she was right on the edge, then she slipped two fingers back inside her cunt and fucked herself shamelessly.
Nearly sobbing, head thrown back, she cried out as the spasms of her orgasm hit her. Her body jerked and thrust against her hand. Finally the spasms subsided and she removed her fingers. Panting, she sagged against the tree.
As she began to get her breath back she started eyeing the little pool nearby. Soon she would get in the water and get all cleaned off. She would rinse out her clothes and there would be plenty of time to dry them before she went home. She began looking for a dry spot to put her towel down for sunbathing.
By: Dan