Here’s another archived update in Sarah’s now-defunct blog.
Recently, I went to a large country park near my home with John for a romantic picnic. It’s been a long time since I had done anything romantic with him (it’s been a long time I did something with him, period!).
As the park wasn’t far from us, we decided to the carry the hamper we had down there, it only took us about twenty minutes to get to the main entrance. It took us another five to find what we had was the perfect spot.
We sat down under a large tree so we could keep in the shade. We then unpacked the hamper and we laid it out onto a large blanket we brought with us. We got out a choice of tuna and salmon sandwiches that we made the night before. We also had some cheesecake for dessert with a bottle of sweet red wine, plus a couple of bottles of orange juice. The food looked so nice that it was such a shame that we had to eat it.
We immediately started on the food and drink, and we did the usual romantic things. After we finished eating, we cuddled each other up close and fell asleep on the grass.
A while later, I woke up needing to go to the toilet. I tried to get up off the grass, but I couldn’t because John had wrapped his legs around mine. I tried to wake him up, but he seemed still to be in dreamland. I continued to lie on the grass for a while longer, hoping that he will wake up soon. However, I felt the pressure continuing to build in my bladder, so I struggled to free my legs again, but that made him tighten the grip, making it more difficult for me.
I continued to struggle with all my might in a bid to get myself free. In desperation, I reached out for one of the plastic forks that we had and tried to prod him with it, but it wasn’t any use. I tried forcefully to sit upright, and tried to push one hand in my crotch through my jeans, but that was almost impossible.
I began to start fidgeting, and continued try unlocking my legs from his grip. I was becoming frantic, and worried that he might see me wet again. He knows he doesn’t like me wetting myself, but unless he wakes up and lets go soon, I’ll be wetting all over him… that will cause an almighty row and I didn’t want that.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, John finally wakes up. After he untangled his legs from mine, I quickly get up from the grass and headed towards the main path to look for a toilet. I finally was able to grab my crotch. That got me a few stares from the others, but I didn’t care at all. I looked back to see that John was still on the grass, staring at me.
After a few minutes of a very fruitless search for a toilet, I decided I needed to find a quiet spot to wee, but that was a problem as there so many families sitting in the park. I suddenly found a tall bush down a nearby narrow path. I rushed in there to get to what was a wood gate at the end of the path. As it was quiet, I thought I would be able to relive myself there, but as soon as I unbuckled the buttons of my jeans the gate had opened suddenly. A park ranger was there and began to stare at me. I quickly ran back in the opposite direction back the main park.
Here I was, in the middle of the country park, with crowds of people, desperate and the verge of wetting myself. I was grabbing my crotch and bending double. I was about to lose all hope when I found this large tree. I rushed towards it, and looked around it to see if anybody was there. In the end, I walked behind it, so I could get my jeans off and crouch down to wee. At that point, I didn’t care who was watching me, I was so desperate to unload my over full bladder. It was then such a relief to let go of my golden liquid…
I pulled up and buckled back the buttons of my jeans and walked back onto the main path. In all that confusion, I failed to find out where I was. It took me about half an hour to get back to John, who looked angry at me for being away so long. It’s amazing why he bothers to put up with me.