I'm out having a walk in the English countryside. I'm wearing a striped jumper, a very tight pair of grey leggings, and on my cute little feet I have on some grey pumps. My ramble has taken me to an old brick bus stop, right beside a busy main road. I stand inside, out of the sunshine, where it feels cool and moist. And the word moist just happens to be very appropriate at the moment, because my bladder is full to the brim, and I'm nowhere near a bathroom
This brick shelter is for catching buses, but right now, it's going to have to serve another purpose, if you know what I mean? I stand up straight with my legs slightly apart, and with my hands behind my back, I give in to temptation. A powerful stream immediately bursts through my leggings, cascading down to the floor of the bus shelter. There are lots of crinkly leaves on the ground, and my release makes a lovely loud rustling noise as it splatters them...in fact, you could say that I'm giving them a second lease of life And the slight echo within the shelter makes the whole thing even louder! The light colour of the leggings really shows up the wet stains, which are getting bigger as they spread, particularly around the crotch and the inside of my legs. Cars are passing all the time, and there is a very good chance that the drivers are catching quite an eyeful, but this all feels so satisfying and cheeky that I really don't care. When I'm finally finished, I give a quick shot of my soaking wet bum, before leaving the shelter and walking along the busy road. My leggings are sticking to me and really rubbing my skin, which I absolutely love. I'm getting such a thrill knowing that passing cars will easily spot my wet clothes, and I can't resist sitting down on the pavement's kerb and savouring the sogginess. Oh I do love a walk in the countryside... there may not have been any sign of a bus, but I definitely made use of that bus stop anyway 
