I’m outdoors having a walk through a local housing estate. I’m wearing a colourful striped jumper, some grey skin tight leggings, and on my cute little feet I have on my comfortable grey pumps. I’m enjoying the exercise, and am working up a bit of a sweat, but all the fluid I have drank to keep me hydrated is putting a big strain on my bladder. It feels like it could burst at any moment, and there is no way I’m going to make it home in time. I reach a gennel that runs behind some houses, with a gate at the end that leads into some woods. I’m planning to head into the woods to empty myself i...

I’m outdoors having a walk through a local housing estate. I’m wearing a colourful striped jumper, some grey skin tight leggings, and on my cute little feet I have on my comfortable grey pumps. I’m enjoying the exercise, and am working up a bit of a sweat, but all the fluid I have drank to keep me hydrated is putting a big strain on my bladder. It feels like it could burst at any moment, and there is no way I’m going to make it home in time. I reach a gennel that runs behind some houses, with a gate at the end that leads into some woods. I’m planning to head into the woods to empty myself in privacy, but I’m now so desperate that I can’t even make it that far! With both hands on the gate to brace myself, I let the floodgates open, and I don’t even bother to pull down my leggings. The leggings are very thin, and my release bursts right through them, cascading to the floor with a lout splatter. My bladder is so full that it’s like a waterfall, and my pert bum and the inside of my thighs are absolutely drenched within seconds. Because the leggings are a light grey colour, the huge wet stains are really visible, and anybody living in the adjoining houses looking out of their back window right now would catch an eyeful! And the bright and colourful jumper I’m wearing isn’t exactly inconspicuous! But this all feels so good that I really don’t care. When the stream finally subsides, and with my crotch tingling from the pleasure, I head back down the gennel and onto the estate again. I have no idea if I’ve been spotted, and there are now lots of other walkers passing by me who might catch a glimpse of my wet clothes! The wetting was incredible, and has really taken it out of me, in more ways than one ;) So I sit down on a concrete path to rest for a moment, and this gives me an opportunity to place the camera on the ground and flash my saturated leggings again. They were tight before, but now that they are soaked, they are sticking to me like glue. I eventually carry on my walk, coming to a field where I can stretch and pose out in the open, and enjoy the feel of the breeze on my wet garments. The sky is darkening and it looks like it’s about to pour with rain, but I’m not worried at all...I really couldn’t get any wetter ;)