The music was thumpin' as I followed the convoy of Jeeps and other assorted SUV's through the high country. There were 8 rigs on this particular trail ride, and being relatively new to the club, they had stuck me in the middle of the line so as not to lose track of me.
The vehicles ahead of me signaled and I followed suit, turning down my stereo as we left the highway and headed south onto the gravel road. My excitement and anticipation was building as I took in the surrounding scenery.
It was an absolutely stunningly. beautiful day. The warm sun shone brightly, causing the river beside the road to sparkle. About 20 minutes later I was becoming less and less interested in the river as I started wiggling in my seat; partially regretting the 32oz fruit punch I had gotten prior to leaving town.
Although none of us had been on the pending trail before, the CB radio had been surprisingly quiet. The convoy slowed as the road changed and driving became more technical. I glanced wistfully at my CB, then at the massive boulders as I crept slowly by.
I was practically dancing in my seat as the pains in my bladder were becoming fairly strong and uncomfortable. Thoughts of radioing the other vehicles to stop so I could duck behind one of those massive boulders to relieve myself fleeted through my head.
My knees were bouncing against the steering wheel as I hesited and looked at the remaining fruit punch in my cup. Images of the red liquid being dumped out the window crossed my mind. I saw myself sliding forward in my seat and pulling the wide leg of my shorts to the side, gently spreading my lips and pissing a nice strong stream into the cup. I almost sighed out loud, but glancing again at the red sticky rim of the cup, I thought better of it.
It was another 30 min. before we hit the trailhead and were finally able to stop. I was greatful the other drivers couldn't see me clutching my pussy through my shorts trying to hold on "just a little bit longer".
I watched as everyone slowly vacated their vehicles; stretching and trying to get the circulation flowing again. I hooped out as my eyes were drawn up to the hill ahead of me. A gal about my age appeared to be meandering towards a small clump of trees. My bladder was hitting critical mass, but unsure of the protocal, I silently endured and tried not to bend over as I crossed my legs fighting another painful spasm.
There was a dog and several children running around the vehicles, and I watched in curiosity as one of the girls, presumably belonging to one of the other drivers, ran up to me.
"We're gonna stop here before we go on the trail, and it's the last chance if you gotta pee" her pretensious voice informed me.
I nodded silently, gave her a sheepish grin, then watched her bound away to tell the others.
I looked around, nobody appeared to be watching. I tried to saunter and appear casual as I bee lined it for the trees.
The forest was not particularly dense, so I walk down the sloping hill until I felt I would be well enough hidden. Taking a half a second to look around and ensure privacy, I spread my legs and bent slightly at the knees. Hitching up the leg of my shorts, I re-adjusted them a couple of times before I was satisfied they wouldn't get wet. Pushing my pelvis forward, I gently brushed my fingers up against my baby soft, smooth wetness before holding open my lips and releasing a torrent of gold.
I watched in satisfaction and relief as it hissed out and flew several feet in front of me before hitting the ground. I gently sway my hips back and forth and watched in amusement as the stream slowly mocked my movements.
The release was exqusite, but I could feel it coming to an end. With a hard push, I launched one final squirt. With what can only described as "automatic reaction," I immediately pulled my short leg back into place and bent over slipping my fingers into my wet slit. A vain attempt to abruptly stop the flow. BIG MISTAKE.
I had done it so fast that not all of my piss was able to clear the exit point, and I felt the hot liquid hit my hand and soak into the leg of my shorts. Mortified and without thinking, I wiped the inside of my pussy with my finger tips and then stuck them in my mouth. I savored the sweet slick juices of my arousal and crinkled my nose slightly at the tangy acidic taste of my pee.
I wasn't sure how bad the wet situation of my shorts was, but not having much of a choice, I trudged back up the hill towards the group.
When I reached my rig, I stood against the door and tried to casually cross my legs to cover any evidence of my mishap. A couple of the other drivers started to wander over my way, and I tugged nervously at my shorts leg.
While making small talk, one of the gentlemen looked at me curiously, then stared rather obviously at my crotch. Visions of this huge wet patch or my naked pussy peeking out increased my anxiety causing me to tug even more frantically at my shorts. By now, several of the drivers were staring curiously at my groin area with strange expressions, but said nothing.
The trip leader called to "round 'em up!", and as the group dispersed, I gingerly hopped into my vehicle glancing around cautiously before lifting my butt to tug on my shorts and more fully assess the situation.
Small wet patches were barely visible against the faded Army green/gray colored fabric... For the most part anyway... Smirking silently to myself, I started her up, put 'er in gear, and innocently placed my left hand in my lap. Smiling absently for anyone watching, I shoved aside my shorts and buried my fingers deep inside my pussy. I discretely removed my hand and simutaneously resting my elbow on the open window ledge, I thoughtfully chewing on my finger enjoying the scent and taste as the convoy pushed forward.