[michaelhunt2005]

A few years back, I found myself at a renowned summer festival in Europe. This festival is steeped in history, where all attendees stay up through the night to witness the sunrise. It takes place at a famous historical monument. As soon as the sun rises, the organizers swiftly move everyone off the grounds. It gets pretty chaotic and hurried as people are ushered away.

I was strolling across a vast field, going against the flow of the crowd, knowing that I'd soon be stuck in a car for a three-hour ride. I spotted a small stump and hastily attempted to relieve myself, feeling a bit exposed in the wide-open field, especially since I was slightly intoxicated.

Just then, I noticed a striking young lady striding straight toward me. The field was scattered with people, and I quickly zipped up, worried she might give me grief for urinating at a heritage site. She was clad in a long tan hemp dress, paired with Doc Martens, sporting curly ginger hair, adorned with plenty of jewelry, and carrying a ukulele.

About five meters away from me, she gracefully slid onto her back and settled into the foot-length grass. We were walking down a slight slope. I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. Within 20 seconds, her panties were around her knees, and a significant stream of pee burst out from under her dress. Since most people were behind her, they likely didn't notice. The speed at which she laid down and unleashed her bladder caught me completely off guard. The thick steaming gush she propelled out was beautiful, it caught the sun and sparkled, like a fragmented magical golden rainbow, joind by her soft pitched groans of relief.

In a flash, she was back on her feet, pulling up her panties and striding past me with a wink, saying, "Thanks for the idea, fuck finding and fighting for a toilet down there."
Pee in a Field, she sung out and walked off strumming her ukulele and singing about urination.