Author: Hugo Rune
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Summary: Jenny feels secure in sturdy jeans and a tshirt, but then she needs the bathroom - and there's a huge queue!.
Lying down on the picnic blanket sipping her beer, her second of the day, Jenny felt more at peace with herself than she had done in months. Today was the Fourth of July, and her husband was back home again after a long business trip. It felt so good to have him around, she'd missed him so much. Today like everyone else they had watched the parades, bought little star-spangled banners to wave, and now it was late afternoon they were enjoying a picnic in the park and looking forward to the fireworks that evening. Jenny was also looking forward to meeting her husband's sister and her family, who would be joining them in the park shortly. Despite being married several years, Jenny had never met her sister-in-law, who had moved to another part of the country before Jenny met her husband. Now she had come back to her home town for the holiday, and Jenny's husband had arranged for them to meet up for a picnic at the park they both knew well. It would be nice, she thought to meet someone who knew her husband when he was little, Jenny hoped they would become friends.
Thinking of friends, Jenny was ashamed to admit she was glad that Ashley was visiting her parents at the moment. Though she couldn't really fault her best friend, she was a painful reminder of recent humiliations, which Jenny had so far managed to keep her husband from finding out about. With Ashley away for the moment, she was in little danger of her husband discovering her latest embarassments..... But the main reason Jenny was feeling so calm, was her choice of dress for the day; In a break with her past wardrobe, she had eschewed her traditional sundress and was wearing a crisp new pair of pale blue Levi's and a dark-green Fruit of the Loom T-shirt.
At first Jenny wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, she had been brought up with the view that jeans and a t-shirt just weren't very feminine, and a lady should take care to appear like a lady; but when she came down the stairs and her husband saw the way the blue denim fitted tightly over her lush curves, and the t-shirt hinted at enough of the shape of her breasts to fire a man's imagination, the look in his eyes told her that she needn't worry about his disapproval, (not to mention the way he insisted on walking around all day with his arm around her and his hand slipped into her back pocket, occasionally squeezing her ass, making her giggle).
Jenny though, had more personal reasons for this change in attire. She had decided to take positive action to stem the tide of embarassment that it seemed threatened to nearly drown her in recent weeks. The sturdy jeans felt like a safety harness for her modesty after those flimsy sundresses. She had purposefully chosen a button fly, since experience had told her that zips just would not stay up anywhere *near* her body, and a strong belt cinched the jeans snugly around her waist. There was no accident or conspiracy of fate she could imagine that could possibly lead to her being exposed or humiliated now. In addition, the t-shirt allowed her to wear the sturdiest bra without having to worry about it showing. She felt she had not had such control over her large breasts in far too long!
Sipping a little more beer, it was a holiday after all, Jenny wished she'd done this weeks ago. She could feel the tension and wariness that had seemed to be her constant companions gradully slipping away. Wearing the jeans she could sit how she liked without having to worry about anyone seeing up her skirt, and the t-shirt likewise guarded her cleavage from hungry eyes. Jenny smiled, almost blushing when she remembered how something as simple as the wind picking up a little could make her heart beat faster with nerves. She stretched out on the blanket, one knee raised up in the air. This was bliss........
Finishing her can of beer, Jenny wondered when her husband's sister would get here. In the company of just her husband, with whom she could just enjoy his presence without the need for conversation, she had finished her two beers rather quicker than usual and was now feeling the effects. Sitting up, she leaned into her husband.
"I've got to use the bathroom, will you hold the fort?" He smiled at her and kissed her nose,
"Sure, don't be long okay?"
Getting to her feet Jenny was sharlpy reminded how little capacity for alcohol she had. After only two cans she had a nice buzz going, and her bladder was a lot more full than she had realised lying down on the blanket! Moving with exaggerated care, but a mounting sense of urgency, she made her way in the direction of the public restrooms on the other side of the field. As she threaded her way through the various couples, groups and families who had congregated at the park to share the independence day celebrations she realised that a lot more people had arrived since she and her husband had claimed their spot, the park looked like it was host to a 60's music festival. Though she was conservatively dressed, the beautiful blonde still left a swathe of turned heads behind her. In her tight bluejeans and tshirt, long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, and lighltly tanned complexion, she looked like a poster-girl for all-American beauty.
......By the time Jenny reached the restrooms, she was very glad they weren't any further away. She had begun to start walking in that tight-buttocked, brisk stride that speaks of one with a pressing urge to purge. She may not have had to worry about the arrangement of a skirt, but she was disconcerted to see the way men were ogling her bottom as it shifted under the skintight denim, it almost outweighed the benefits she felt!... With relief she rounded the corner to where the entrance was - only to have that relief shattered by the scene that met her eyes. There was a considerable queue for the ladies' facilities that stretched out the door and along the side of the building! At that sight, as if waiting for the cue, her body sent a sharp rush of need to Jenny's groin that nearly doubled her over. Fighting it back she scurried over to join the end of the queue, hoping against hope that it would move along quickly.
Standing in line Jenny tried to maintain an outward appearance of composure, but it wasn't easy. She constantly shifted her weight from foot to foot, wriggled her toes inside her shoes and twisted her fingers together as if trying to tie them in knots. After a few minutes, when the line had only moved forward by two people, Jenny was practically hopping on the spot, her cheeks and forehead misted with cold sweat from the tension, she knew she couldn't stand still any longer. She left her spot in the queue and made her way, half-dancing as she went, to the front of the line. Though it embarrassed her extremely to admit the extent of her difficulty, she felt she had to throw herself on the mercy of those in front of her. Swallowing her pride, she addressed herself to the teenage girl at the head of the line;
"Would you mind if I pushed in? It's a bit of an emergency!!" Jenny proved her words by jigging her weight around, bending one knee then the other as she spoke.
"No way lady, I've been waiting twenty minutes to get this far.." The girl showed all of the generous nature and community spirit you would expect from a modern teenager.
"Please I'm desperate!! Can't you see??" The young minx smirked at the older woman's obvious distress, clearly revelling in her power to torment poor Jenny.
"You need to have more control Lady, didn't your parents train you well enough? - You should have gone before you came!" Jenny looked to the others standing waiting, but saw only disgust or amusement at a mature woman who had put herself in such a predicament, it was obvious she would get no support from them. Looking back to her place in the queue, she was heartbroken to see that more women had joined the end of the line; she would now have longer to wait than when she started!
Not knowing exactly where she was going, only wanting to get away from these unfeeling people, Jenny tured around and hurried away.... from a place where she had abandoned her dignity and begged to be allowed to use the toilet, only to be denied that mercy. And still her need was mounting with every moment!.......
In a panic, Jenny reviewed her options - there weren't many. There were precious few bushes around any more. In an effort to make the park safer in the night times, all the dark, concealing places had been uprooted, and the park was laid out on a more open plan. Jenny had campaigned strongly to make the park less of a danger-zone for women; she never imagined that it would backfire on her in such a way as this!! Wracking her brains for what to do, she remembered a quiet out-of the-way place on the south side of the park. There was a path that meandered through an area planted with various exotic flowers and shrubs; It was shady and secluded, and you never met many other people on a walk along the path.. It was by no means ideal, but Jenny didn't see that she had much choice!! Quickening her pace as much as she dared, she headed in that direction.
Jenny's earlier care-free demeanour was a distant memory now, as she scurried, hopped, skipped and scuttled through the crowd, one hand pressed to her stomach, swerving around the many picnic blankets dotted around the field. Her breasts bounced under the t-shirt as she ran, despite her bra... She was practically in tears; how did she find herself in such a predicament?? She was a grown woman!! She'd never been so ashamed...
Before she was halfway across the field, Jenny's situation became almost unbearable. She was now running in a crouch, bottom thrust out, both thighs clenched as hard as she could, only able to move her legs at the knees; resulting in that characteristic trotting-run that left those she passed by in no doubt as to the nature of her difficulty. Her face burning, Jenny could see peoples amused, suprised, and pitying expressions staring up at her as she scurried by. A sudden hot twinge of need made her grab her crotch through her jeans, and once her hand was there, there was no way she could let go without the floodgates opening. So she ran on with her hand between her legs past men who grinned, children who stared and mothers who tutted their disapproval.
"Gonna make it, gonna make it, gonna make it, Oh PLEASE gonna make it....." Jenny chanted in her mind, her pretty face twisted in concentration. Then she stumbled a little, and to her horror a small squirt of pee dampened the crotch of her panties. It came close to being game-over at that point, but Jenny just managed to choke off the flow.. It was clear however that her remaining endurance could be counted in seconds. Her jaw hurt from gritting her teeth so hard. Finally she reached the edge of the field and the path that led to the exotic garden. Still in plain view of the crowds Jenny nevertheless started undoing the buckle of her belt, suddenly realising how difficult it could be to get these jeans off in a hurry!!
As she stumbled panting round the corner and out of sight, her breath panting and her heart hammering, The blonde beauty began to attack her buttons in earnest, cursing her terrible decision to abandon her beloved sundresses. If she had been wearing one she could have simply hiked it up, yanked down her panties and would even now be experiencing sweet relief....
That was not a wise thing to contemplate at this particular time, as Jenny's bladder took the signal to start letting go, while Jenny was still fumbling with her pants! She'd stopped running now, and was stood in the middle of the path weeping with frustration as she tried to undo her buttons. The new denim was stiff and unyielding and the buttons were hidden from view behind a false "fly" making them difficult to get at. Twisting about like a tree in a hurricane, Jenny managed to get one undone, then two...
Jenny's piss was leaking out in a steady trickle by this point despite all her efforts, soaking her panties and dampening the cloth of her jeans. After one more button Jenny gave up and started yanking at the waistband trying to drag the jeans and panties down over her rump, belatedly making an effort to hobble over to the edge of the path towards what little shrubbery was present. Jenny couldn't help squirting periodically as her abdominal muscles cramped in agony. She remembered how pleased she was, thinking that her days of public nudity were behind her, and now here she was in the open air, scant yards away from thousands of people - and her one desire in life was to get these DAMN JEANS OFF!!!
Finally she managed to tug and push the jeans to about mid-thigh, and abandoning the attempt to reach even minimal cover, Jenny squatted down at the edge of the path, ankles wide apart, and thrust her pale buttocks as far out as she could. Making sure her T-shirt was hiked up out of the way, Jenny finally let go her control and gave her body the release it craved.
It was in this ecstasy of relief, with her ass raised high in the air, her stream of piss squirting out with shameful force and making a noise like a waterfall in flood, that Jenny suddenly heard the shocked gasps of several people on the path behind her........
With the realisation that she was performing this most intimate act before an unseen audience, Jenny experienced what was almost an out-of-body experience. She could see a horribly clear picture of what she must look like from behind; her smooth creamy ass hanging in the breeze, her blonde bush peeking between her thighs, wet and glistening with drops of yellow liquid so that it hardly concealed the open pink lips of her pussy, and to cap it all a river of urine jetting from between her legs, splashing in a loud puddle before running off into a gully at the edge of the path.
It was too much!! With a horrified shriek Jenny leapt to her feet and tried to tug her jeans up, heedless of the fact that she was still peeing a furious torrent and soaking her legs and clothing. In her haste she was trying to pull her jeans past her panties, which were still bunched around her thighs, and it just wasn't happening! Turning this way and that she tripped over her own feet and sat down with a splat right in her own puddle of piss, and face to face with her spectators for the first time!
Jenny was dismayed to see it was a family of four; a couple and their teenage son, and a daughter who looked about eleven. Jenny was sitting before them propped up on her elbows, her t-shirt bunched up under her breasts and with her jeans and panties still at half-mast. The mother, who looked familiar to Jenny, though she was sure they had never met before, scowled at her and tried to move her family along. The husband and young boy seemed mesmerised by the sight of Jenny's squirting pussy, and the little girl was caught up in a fit of scandalised giggles.
"Children, don't look - and you," she addressed her husband, "Move it!! ....Filthy cow!" This last remark was for Jenny who was now in an agony of humiliation. With many a backward glance, and much prodding from their mother, the family moved off towards the main field. It was only then that Jenny's flow of liquid began to trickle to a halt, her bladder having emptied itself at last. It was several moments though before Jenny could rouse herself from the depths of her misery enough to start moving.
Jenny sized up her situation, it did not look good. The whole of her rump and thighs were damp and clammy with urine, and as for her panties - yuck! Her jeans were not much better, the entire crotch and seat were soaked, the pale blue denim darkened and heavy with moisture. Sniffling back her tears, Jenny stood and shuffled into the bushes with her pants round her ankles. At last shielded from prying eyes, she pulled off her jeans and discarded her soggy panties. "Another pair bites the dust!" she thought; her panties seemed to last only a few weeks before a pair got lost, stolen or just shredded - and now this! She wadded the jeans and tried to pat her bottom and legs dry a little, as best she could. She couldn't help feeling like a little girl who'd wet her pants. This was a completely different humiliation than she was used to, but the shame was just as strong, maybe even moreso...
At last she was resigned that there was nothing more she could do to improve her lot - even her socks were damp from her pee running down her legs - she had to decide what she was going to do. Though she still had her jeans, they weren't much good to her - she didn't relish the idea of spending the day in wet pants! What would she do if she were naked?..... (this may sound a strange question, but Jenny had a wealth of experience to call upon in this regard) The answer came to her with a uplifting effect on her gloomy spirits: She had at one time decided to leave a spare change of clothes in the boot of her car, in case she ever found herself naked in public again. (Jenny wondered if she was the only person in the world who had ever had to take this precaution, she rather suspected that she was..) Though this plan had never actually done her any good, she thought that the clothes were still there! She patted the pocket of her jeans and found the car keys, thanking her lucky stars (Hah!!) that they had driven to the park in her car. Now all she had to do was get to it, on the other side of the park......
Though it killed her to do it, Jenny decided to put her wet jeans back on - anything was better than trying to make her way across the park half-naked. She gingerly stepped into them and pulled them up, grimacing as the cold, clammy material met the sensitive skin of her bottom and her bare pussy. Nevertheless she buttoned them up and tugged her belt closed. Looking down she was heartsick, but not surprised to see there was a very obvious stain spreading from her crotch, and putting her hand to her rump, it was obvious from the feel that the evidence of her "accident" was very visible from behind too...
There was nothing to be done though, and the sooner she got to her car the better. She began to walk, slightly bow-legged, back towards the main field and the huge crowd of people. She hoped to remain as inconspicuous as possible, but as she emerged into the open it was obvious that many of the people nearby remembered her from her desperate dash down this path just a few minutes before. When they saw the state of her jeans she could see that they easily put two-and-two together and to her shame many people burst out laughing and pointed to her, attracting ever more attention. Flushing scarlet from head to foot she moved on with what shreds of dignity she could muster, skirting the edge of the field and moving as quickly as she could.
She was hampered by the fact that the damp denim was chafing terribly against the bare flesh of her inner thighs and her poor pussy, plus the skin of her whole bottom area was beginning to sting with what she realised, to her eternal shame, was nothing other than daiper-rash!... Jenny couldn't get out of these jeans quick enough to suit her! It seemed everyone she passed glanced at her and then did a double-take, so that you could follow her progress by the turned heads and startled expressions she left in her wake. It really was a trial of fire for poor Jenny, but if she didn't keep hold of her composure she would make even more of a spectacle of herself, so she gritted her teeth, tried to ignore the stares, and forged ahead...
At last she reached the parking area, and found her car. Looking around she saw that the only people nearby were a bunch of kids playing frisbee, but thankfully they were far enough away not to notice anything she did. Popping the trunk, she searched around for the clothing she half-remembered being there. With a small cry of joy her fingers closed around one of her trademark sundresses, and she clutched it to her bosom like an old friend, before going back to find the bra and panties that should accompany it.....
It wasn't until she had turned the whole trunk over three times that she remembered the day several weeks ago when she had forgotten to do her laundry, and had been stuck without a change of underwear - until she recalled the set in the trunk..... Jenny groaned as she realised she hadn't bothered to replace them afterwards!! Well, it couldn't be helped - first things first, she was itching (literally) to get these nasty jeans off. Slamming the trunk, she looked around to check the coast was clear before diving into the passenger seat of the car.
Once inside she placed the sundress to one side, and raising her ass of the seat (she didn't was to get it damp), she braced her shoulders against the seatback and started undoing her belt buckle and popping her fly-buttons before pushing the jeans down past her naked hips. At one point Jenny thought she heard something thunk against a neighbouring car and froze, but when she looked she couldn't see anyone and quickly resumed undressing. Once the jeans were down to her knees she sat down in the seat and tried to bring her legs up to pull them out of the jeans, but the dashboard wouldn't give her the room to do the manouver. Frowning in frustration Jenny turned over so that she was kneeling on the seat, her face pressed against the head-rest, her naked derriére almost touching the windshield. Struggling she managed to slide her jeans past one knee and then the other before slipping them down to her ankles. Then, flipping over onto her back with her legs in the air she managed to kick one leg free and then the other. Exhausted from her struggles she tossed the jeans onto the back seat and lowered her feet to rest on the dashboard. She lay like that a moment or two with her eyes closed to compose herself.
When Jenny opened her eyes she screamed. There were faces at every window!! They were the boys she had seen playing frisbee. Her mind working overtime, Jenny realised that the thunk she heard earlier was the frisbee hitting one of the nearby cars, and coming to retrieve it the boys had stumbled across her strip show while she knelt with her face against the seat! Rather too late she clapped a hand over her blonde pussy and sat up to begin winding down the window. Jenny had had enough and intended to give these boys a piece of her mind!! Fortunately the boys were young enough to be scared by the prospect of a confrontation with an obviously angry adult, even one they had just been given such intimate knowledge of, and they all ran for it, which was pretty much the result Jenny wanted.
Easily shrugging off the tshirt, Jenny sighed as she dropped the sundress over her shoulder and smoothed it under her rump and over her legs. At last she was decently covered! It was just a pity that she had no panties to wear under it, having had to abandon the sodden pair she had been wearing. Looking down, Jenny was chagrined to discover that her sturdy bra showed above the neckline of the dress and the broad straps looked ridiculous in combination with the airy sundress. A look in the rearview mirror confirmed her fears, She looked like a wierdo grunge chick with it on, all she needed to complete the look was a pair of Doc Martens! She couldn't meet her sister-in-law like this!...
Though it broke her heart to do it, Jenny unclasped her bra, feeling her heavy breasts swing free, and drew the undergarment out of the dresses' armhole. Collecting her keys and wallet she got out of the car, took a deep breath, and started to make her way back to where her husband would be waiting. Meandering though the throngs of people, Jenny was extremely conscious of the fact that she only had a single item of clothing between her naked flesh and the crowd - and a pretty insubstantial piece of clothing at that! Though she felt highly vulnerable, she felt her tension abating somewhat. She had undergone another misfortune, but this time at least no-one she knew had witnessed her humiliation. In time hopefully she could pretend it had never happened....
When she picked out her husband's face ahead, Jenny was disappointed to see that she had missed his sisters arrival, and that she and her family were already seated on the picnic blanket with their backs to Jenny. As she drew nearer, Jenny's husband looked up and smiled;
"Jenny! what took you so long? You missed hearing about Susan's shocking experience - apparently she and the family were just entering the park, when some drunk woman squatted down and relieved herself in front of their faces!! Can you believe it?? Jenny....... uh, why have you changed your clothes?....."
Through the ringing in her ears Jenny looked down into the faces of four people she recognised only too well from a little while ago... The ringing grew louder and Jenny's eyes rolled back as she slumped to the ground in a dead faint. Stretched out on her back, the last thing Jenny remembered hearing was the voice of the young girl saying:
"Mo-oom, I don't think she's got any panties on!.........."