The morning went by in a flash and before I knew it we had loaded up a cart with a single horse and were on our way walking west. The road was somewhat uninteresting, a single, well worn dirt path that cut it’s way through rolling fields. I got to chatting as we walked and found out that the Bardin, Elara and Fienie hadn’t been adventuring together all that long. Turns out Bardin and Elara had met on their way through Halgo, a big city East of here, and heard about adventuring opportunities in the towns. Along their way they encountered a travelling circus and met Fienie. She was in a bad way and wanted out so before sunrise one morning Bardin and Elara smuggled Fienie away from the circus and they all continued west into the country.
We had been walking for what felt like hours and I had already finished off one of my water skins. “Guys, can we take a short rest? I need to take a piss.”
Bardin and Elara both looked at me annoyed. I’m not sure but I guessed the dwarves and elves must have somewhat more robust bladders.
“Oh boi, that’s a good Idea Fred. I need to take a leak too.” responds Fienie.
Elara stops the horse and leads it over to the side of the path where it can eat a bit of grass. Bardin rummages through the back of the cart pulling out a few rations. I walk out into the field of grass about 30 feet from the group, before turning my back to them. I begin to untie my pants and pull my dick free, ready to take a piss, when I jump to find Fienie right next to me as she casually asks, “Why did you walk so far away?”
Her question hung in their air, a playful smirk across her face. I was caught off guard that was for sure. My hand frozen mid-way through releasing my dick. My eyes darted between Fienie and the group trying to figure out if this was normal. Too my surprise the group didn’t seem to notice her standing next to me, or if they did they didn’t seem to care.
“Uh… well… I guess I was trying to create some privacy, you know?” I stammer out. I go to do my pants back up but I pause again this time feeling the immense pressure to pee.
“Privacy?” Fienie laughed, a light giggle, that seemed to echo in the stillness of the field. “Privacy? You think any of us care about seeing your little sausage?” She gestured towards my crotch with a playful wink.
“Hey it’s not tiny, and dammit I really got to go. So… Stay if I care.” I said with a struggle before rereleasing my dick of 4 inches limp and beginning to pee on the ground in front of her. I tilt my head back as I relax as the release of urine calms the pressure of my bladder.
Fienie’s smirk widened as she watched my stream of urine arc up and then into the grass. “Oh, I’m sure it gets bigger” she purred, her voice laced with amusement. “But you’re not the only one with a full bladder” She glanced at the group then back to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Mind if I share the space?”
Then she undid the tie of the front of her tight leather pants and peeled them back from her skin and down to her knees. Without squatting down she took a hand to her folds and began to pee expertly directing it forward. “Don’t worry I’m not as shy as you little sausage.”
The somewhat thicker stream of golden urine joined mine in the grass and I think she was even playfully moving it around so it crossed and what not. My stream started to thin a little, partly because I was coming to the end of my tank but also because my penis had started to harden. Fienie stepped closer, her movements graceful despite the awkward position of her pants and the flowing stream coming from between her legs. She leaned in and just above a whisper said “Oh maybe I was a little preemptive in calling you little sausage” as she looked down at my now hard 7 inch dick. Her breath was warm against my ear and her voice was husky with amusement.
“Where did it all go.” Was what Fienie said with an almost scary laugh, as I was shocked to find her hand grasping my dick and shaking it around.
It was then that I felt a thrill run through me as I realised that I was actually enjoying this somewhat unexpected turn of events. The fact that Fienie was so open and unafraid was both exhilarating and a little intimidating. “You know what you want and take it, don’t you?” I said.
She laughed a little before letting go of my dick and bringing both her hands to her pussy so as to direct the last little dribble of pee away from her pants. She finished with a satisfying squirt, before quickly pulling her pants back up, tucking in the loose fabric of her top and retying the cord at the front. “Well, that was fun.” She said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You were fun to share a pee break with” she added with a wink before turning and running back towards the group, her laughter echoing in the air.
I stood there for a moment, my mind still buzzing from the encounter. Fienie’s words echoed in my head, her touch still lingering on my skin. I pulled my pants back up, tucking in my softening dick, and slowly walked back to the group.
The others were already packing up the cart, their faces impassive. I joined them, feeling strangely out of place, as if I’d just woken up from a vivid dream.
As I walked, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Fienie’s backside. Her tight leather pants moulded perfectly to her curves, accentuating the roundness of her ass. I imagined her hands on me again, feeling the heat of her breath on my ear.
Elara, sensing my gaze, broke the silence. “You’re not in love, are you?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. “At least, I’d recommend you talk yourself out of it.”
“What?” I responded, startled.
“She’s a nymph,” Elara said, her tone matter-of-fact. “A flirt. You’re not special. Be it the next waiter, or good-looking farmer’s hand that we come across, it doesn’t matter. She’ll be in their pants all the same.”
I sighed, the warmth of the afternoon sun doing little to dispel the chill that had settled in my heart. Elara was right, of course. Fienie was a creature of pleasure, a temptress who played with hearts and desires. But I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, I was different. I continued walking, the image of Fienie’s mischievous grin and the memory of her touch etched in my mind.