A Night of Desperate Ladies
As she runs towards you, you step in front of the door.
"Holy shit, what are you doing?!?!" she yells.
She is whimpering from the strain of shutting off her bladder so quickly, a small puddle at her feet as she dances frantically in front of you.
"Sorry, I said you could pee outside, so that's what you are going to do. If you would just squat down, that vase will pretty much hide you."
As you tell her this, she looks over her shoulder at the car approaching your house, then covers her face with one of her hands. With the loss of pressure from her second hand, urine sprays past her remaining hand. She gives up and spreads her legs slightly as a fountain sprays from between her legs. She buries her face in her hands in shame and embarrassment.
Ironically, this fully exposes her to the passing car, giving them quite a show. The car slows down, nearly stopping, and you think you can make out two faces staring at the spectacle in front of them. By the time she finally finished peeing over a minute later, the car is long gone. She removes her hands and it looks like she may have been crying a little. She digs in the bushes for her shorts then heads back inside without saying a word.
"Holy shit, what are you doing?!?!" she yells.
She is whimpering from the strain of shutting off her bladder so quickly, a small puddle at her feet as she dances frantically in front of you.
"Sorry, I said you could pee outside, so that's what you are going to do. If you would just squat down, that vase will pretty much hide you."
As you tell her this, she looks over her shoulder at the car approaching your house, then covers her face with one of her hands. With the loss of pressure from her second hand, urine sprays past her remaining hand. She gives up and spreads her legs slightly as a fountain sprays from between her legs. She buries her face in her hands in shame and embarrassment.
Ironically, this fully exposes her to the passing car, giving them quite a show. The car slows down, nearly stopping, and you think you can make out two faces staring at the spectacle in front of them. By the time she finally finished peeing over a minute later, the car is long gone. She removes her hands and it looks like she may have been crying a little. She digs in the bushes for her shorts then heads back inside without saying a word.