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This story was written for Lightweaver and somehow went unposted last year. It contains F/F sexual acts between consenting adults, also watersports/omorashi and public naughtiness. :3

Where the Water Flows Free - Part One

The dazzling sunlight woke Mika up early. Their hotel had curtains across its windows of course, long, beautiful velvet drapes that ran practically ceiling to floor just in front of the large glass sliding doors which led out to the balcony, but even they couldn't fully protect against sunlight like this. The drapes glowed with a deep red as light passed through their rich fabric, and thus glancing over to the bedside clock with a murmur, the vixen pulled herself upright. Normally she might have just rolled over and gone back to sleep. Particularly considering that she was not alone in this bed, glancing with a longing, loving smile at the cougar resting on her belly, legs sprawled in a most ungainly manner out from a tangle of the soft, thin sheet that was all they had needed to cover them overnight. But today even Trish's beautiful and sleeping form wasn't enough to lure Mika back to another hour or two of restful slumber.

She drew back the covers, already exposing her bare upper body and revealing the rest of her equally naked self in due course. Slowly so as not to disturb Trish, but with an eagerness to every motion, she slid to the edge and off the bed. Her bare feet padded across the smooth wooden floors, not a creaking floorboard to be found, and towards those rich and glowing curtains. For a second as she reached out towards them, she paused. She looked down at herself. At her naked body, and then glanced back across the room to where a pair of complimentary cotton robes were hung up near the room's large mirror. But... no. She turned away with a smile, the vixen's cheeks flushing slightly beneath her vibrant fur. It would be a travesty to cover herself on such a morning as this. To start off the first full day of their vacation in anything less than complete nudity, complete freedom from clothes.

Besides, it was far too warm for a robe already, and in a matter of seconds it would be even more so.

Mika reached out to the curtains with a hand that only trembled for a moment, the vixen not nearly the bashful, nervous figure she had once been, and pulled it aside. Not all the way back, not actually seeking to open the curtains and bathe their whole room in morning sunlight, but enough to expose the balcony door. Enough for her to reach out with her other hand, take hold of the door's clasp, and pull it open. With a giggle as warm sun bathed her through the glass, then a slight breeze and the sound of the ocean nearby when the door slid open on rollers, a gleeful tremor ran down Mika's spine. Her tail twitched. Her eyes widened in joyous delight, and without a stitch of clothing upon her body Mika stepped out through the curtains and the glass door, onto the balcony beyond.

With her face flushing a deeper red beneath her rich orange fur, Mika's now more visibly shaking hands grasped the rail of the balcony before her. The balcony of this room, and indeed of all the rooms on this ocean-facing side of the hotel, was protected not by a stone wall but by smooth and beautifully curved metal bars. Bars which meant that as she stood out there and peered down across the road and the footpaths to the grassy, palm-tree dotted bank, the tidal wall and the lush golden beach beyond it, the vast majority of her bare body was on complete display to anyone who might have looked up at her.

Even now, just before 6am, there were indeed people out and about. Cars rolling along on their way to work or carrying tourists like her and Trish to early-starting day trips. Figures on the beach, some alone, some in pairs or small groups, and many others walking along the edge of the beach and the grassy bank near it with dogs tugging at their leashes. Beyond the beach a few boats were already out upon the shimmering azure waters, and though she didn't do so right now Mika knew that if she were to lean out over the balcony and glance left down the coastal boulevard she would likely be able to see even more people milling around the open air marketplace which was built up alongside one of this island's many rivers leading out into the sea.

Taking a deep breath, the air fresh and clean with the ocean's scent here despite the obvious built-up nature of the area, Mika sighed joyfully. This holiday had been so long in the planning. Her and Trish's first real big trip together anywhere, and one they had waited for until they were certain it would be perfect. And right now, looking out over the ocean and feeling it's cool breeze alongside the tropical sun against her bare furred body, the fox was convinced that they would not be let down.

"Mika?"

As if perfectly on cue, the fox heard a voice calling to her from the hotel room behind her. Trish's voice. She smiled, turned her back to the beautiful ocean, and stuck her head back through the drapes. There, now sitting up in bed and mid-stretch, mid-yawn, was the woman she loved. Trish's eyes were shut as she pulled her arms back behind herself and pressed her chest out, back arched in mid-stretch, but as soon as they fluttered open once more the cougar was smiling. Beaming as she set eyes upon Mika, then rapidly sliding out of bed and padding over towards her. Soon the vixen was no longer alone in her nudity out on the balcony, and she giggled as the taller, plumper, older woman embraced her and kissed her there without any thought for their exposure.

The kiss started out as just a peck, a good morning, a casual but heartfelt reaffirmation of their feelings for one another. But as they smiled and lingered close after that first peck, there came a second. Then a third as they began to giggle and take turns darting their muzzles forward and striking tenderly against the other woman. Soon they were caught up in a longer, deeper kiss, and as Mika felt Trish's hands wandering down her back and over the cheeks of her ass, caressing and squeezing at them with unabashed desire, she felt her own hands roaming upward instead. To Trish's buxom chest, and the firm, rosy nipples rising prominently from the pale fur surrounding them.

Their lips parted only when both ladies were breathless, giggling and glancing around not to see if they'd been observed, but simply to take in the beauty of the surroundings in which that brief make-out had been enjoyed. Once more Trish pecked at the vixen's lips, but she pulled her head back with a giggle when all over again Mika tried to re-ignite that cycle with a smooch of her own.

"Come back to bed."

She took a hand off Mika's rump to grasp at one of the younger woman's hands, taking a step back and half moving through the balcony door. Mika didn't immediately follow though, glancing out longingly at the beach, the ocean, the island itself once more before turning back to Trish.

"W-we can sleep tonight. I... Trish, there's so much we wanted to do. Can't we start a little early? Maybe go to the market, get breakfast there and eat it while we walk around? I... I don't think I could sleep another minute knowing all this is waiting for me."

Trish giggled, grinning at the eager, youthful exuberance of her lover. She tugged insistently on Mika's hand once more, but shook her head with a smirk even as she began to pull the vixen relentlessly inward after her.

"I didn't say we were going to sleep, Mika. I said I want you back in bed. Trust me, puddle... I couldn't sleep a minute more either. But before breakfast, before we do anything out on the island today, there's one thing I need first."

The vixen didn't need to ask what. Not now. It was obvious, and probably should have been obvious even when she'd previously assumed otherwise. She blushed, trembling as she always did when Trish used that pet name, and followed eagerly in the cougar's wake. They slipped inside, but as Mika took the lead and padded hurriedly back over to the bed, Trish lingered. She pulled back the drapes properly this time, sliding them open and exposing the entirety of the balcony. The room, the bed was bathed in morning light, and only then did the cougar join her girlfriend as she watched Mika lay herself down seductively upon the ruffled sheets.

With practised familiarity and yet without sacrificing any passion, they fell into one another's embrace as soon as Trish laid herself down beside Mika. The vixen's leg ran up and down one of Trish's own, and as they cuddled close and made out some more, they felt one another's breathing quickening and the other woman's bare body shaking against theirs. Eyes fluttered with waves of lustful anticipation, catching glimpses of faces lit up with eager delight, panting, grinning, blushing and moaning.

"Ohh..."

Mika's body tensed, a ragged and breathy gasp escaping her when Trish rolled her over and straddled her midsection, bending down over the blushing vixen to steal a kiss even as one of her arms reached down behind herself, one hand probing between Mika's quivering thighs. She grazed her outer lips. Fondling. Caressing. Not pushing for anything too intense, too fast. They were both already aroused, both already aware of what was most likely going to happen here, but that didn't mean it wasn't worth savouring every second.

"Oh. T-Trish..."

That being said of course, Mika was all too relieved when finally after almost a minute of teasing her already sensitive, receptive nether regions, her lover finally began to pleasure her in earnest. Two fingers probing inside of her and the firm, overwhelmingly blissful pressure of a thumb over the hood of her clit, pressing down against the ruby nub itself. She writhed beneath the cougar's weight and her touch. She moaned loudly, shamelessly as Trish stimulated and drove her wild, and she barely held back a scream of pure lust when Trish pulled her fingers free only to lift them to her own muzzle, flicking her tongue out across their glistening lengths before swallowing and suckling upon them teasingly.

Trish kissed Mika all over, shuffling her way down the other woman's legs and peppering her breasts, her stomach and finally her thighs with kisses before doing what the vixen had hoped and longed that she was building up to. She felt her legs being spread apart. Teased oh so willingly wider and wider, more kisses lavished upon her thighs and even as intimately close as her pubic mound all the while. The muscles of her thighs quivered beneath the constant stimulation and teasing. Her nether regions themselves clenched, Mika gasping and whimpering as warm, panting breathes washed out over her outer reaches. She stared down over her heaving chest to where Trish was grinning, eyes glinting as they peered back up at her with mischievous glee.

She knew what she wanted. What her lover wanted to see, to hear from her.

"I can't wait."

She whimpered honestly, desperately to Trish.

"I... I need it."

A trembling hand rose from her sides, stretching out and placing itself against the top of the other woman's head. Again she whimpered, louder and more frantic still, as Trish made no move to stop her. As the cougar allowed her head to be pressed down into the fox's crotch, like she'd been waiting all along for that encouragement to begin.

"I need you, Trish."

*********

It was a good thing they'd woken up so early.

By the time the two women dragged themselves from their bed and into the large, spacious shower in the hotel room's adjoining bathroom, it was almost eight. Yet still, for as damp as their faces, crotches and hands may have been and as satisfied as they had felt lying together panting and trembling just a few minutes before, they were blushing as they stepped into the shower together, the water not yet turned on. Moaning as Trish looked at the woman she loved with a hunger that surpassed anything they had already shared with one another so far that day.

"Y-you... you didn't go before I woke up, did you?"

Mika giggled. She shook her head, moaning under her breath as once again Trish's hand fell between her legs.

"No. I... ah... I didn't really need to. But now, a-after all that... I do. I need to go."

She saw the fire burn hotter in Trish's eyes as she spoke those words. As she gave voice to her need, to the biological impulse itching at the back of her mind in its desire to be fulfilled. She giggled as she saw the cougar bite her bottom lip, seemingly uncertain of something.

"Are you deciding whether you want to ask me to let go now? Or... if you're gonna try and tease me? Ask me to wait?"

The cougar's face burned crimson, but she didn't deny it for a second. She moaned loudly as she nodded, her fingers subconsciously continuing to tease Mika's nether regions. Spreading her lips apart, tracing a trembling finger between them against the warm, damp pink flesh inside. Mika rose up on her tiptoes to kiss Trish on the lips, moaning teasingly to the other woman. It wasn't often, though she was trying to make it more so, that she got to be the one in control. The one doing the teasing and provoking of these feelings that she and her lover shared in equally abundant and eager measure. But when she did...

"Well, too late."

She closed her eyes and focused. It didn't take much, not any more. If there was such a thing in this world as being bladder-shy, her time with Trish had turned Mika somewhat bladder-bold. She could hold it, god could she ever hold it when she needed to, but when she didn't, the result could be provided pretty much at will.

Mika heard Trish's gasp, felt the body against hers tremble and the hand between her legs tense as she let go. As at first just a trickle, but sooner a thicker and more solid flow of hot urine began to spray forth and surge out over the cougar's paw, drumming loudly down onto the firm shower floor below.

"Oh, Mika. Y-you're... oh, puddle... please, l-let me..."

Trish didn't even need to finish what she was saying, whimpering happily as in a split-second her legs spread themselves apart and one of the vixen's own hands delved between them. She joined her lover in emptying her bladder right there in the shower, soaking one another's hands and the insides of their legs with the temporary flood, toes curling and splashing in the puddle that formed from their intermingled urine. It was far from the most intense wetting they'd ever shared, far from as lewd and as extreme as they had experienced together before, but it was intimate and tender. It was exciting and fun. It was everything the two of them needed it to be in that moment, both for themselves and for the woman they loved.

Only after their bladders were emptied of that post-coital need for release, only when not a drop had noticeably issued forth from either one of them for quite a few seconds did they remove their hands from between their lover's legs. They blushed. Kissed. And only then at last did they turn on the shower itself, watching transfixed as the slightly yellow tinted puddle in which they were paddling was soon diluted and washed away, the wetness staining their inner legs and hands replaced equally as quickly by the warm wetness of the shower's broad-headed and powerful flow.

Tenderly, speaking little but sharing lots, they bathed one another. They soaped up one another's beautiful lush fur and rinsed their lover down; delicately, tenderly cleansing their partner from ear-tip to toe. Occasionally they kissed. Often they embraced as an excuse to take an extra long time roaming their cleansing hands over a portion of the other woman's body. But eventually it became clear that there was no more cleanliness that could possibly be achieved by standing there amidst the shower's flow, and perhaps more insistently the heat of the shower was beginning to sap at their energy as the moisture hanging thick it the air was kept at airborne temperature by the warmth of the natural air itself.

They left the shower without succumbing further to their desire for one another, and towelled one another dry as conversation began to flow once more in the place of varied liquids. The vast majority of the day still lay ahead of them, unspoiled and indeed enhanced by what had come before. They had a week here on this island. A week in which there were at least a dozen activities they knew they wanted to try and achieve to make this holiday their absolute ideal. But where to begin? And how much to plan in detail right here, right now, versus leaving things up to chance and giving themselves time to improvise and explore?

It soon became clear that today, this first day, should be one with less rigid and focused plans. A day of exploration. A day of indulgence of course, but not any specific indulgence.

"Breakfast at the market sounds amazing, like you said..."

Trish beamed as she gulped down a large, refreshingly cool glass of water, standing beside her lover's still naked form as Mika brushed her teeth.

"But after that, assuming we don't spend all day in the market, let's play it by ear. Sappy as it sounds, Mika, I really don't care what we do here so long as we do something, and so long as we do it together."

She gulped down the rest of her glass of water, only to pad out of the bathroom briefly and re-fill it from the dispenser attached to one wall, providing ice cold and unlimited water to their heart's content. By the time she returned to the bathroom Mika was just finishing up with her teeth, the pair sharing a mutually minty fresh kiss before the vixen found herself with a glass of water being pressed into her hands. If anyone else had been doing this she might have found it strange to not have been allowed the freedom to choose whether to get her own glass of water or not, or at the very best, a wonderfully unexpected and friendly gesture. From Trish however, being handed a glass of water never came solely as a reminder to hydrate.

She smiled bashfully as she took a sip of the water, and moaned a wet, gurgling moan when she saw one of her lover's hands rising up and pressing a single fingertip to the lower edge of the glass's base, tilting it up and urging her to continue drinking. She swallowed another gulp of the refreshing, cool water. Then another. And another. She pulled back when she needed to catch her breath and recover from the sudden influx of cool liquid to her warm body, but while Trish let her stop drinking without any hesitation it was of her own accord that Mika started again barely twenty seconds later.

They both knew what it meant, to be drinking that large glass of water each before their day started. Long had passed the time when they'd need to confirm it, to clarify to one another the rules or anything like that. Nowadays, unless they had a particular goal in mind, the game was simple.

Don't go. Don't use the restroom. Don't release your bladder for any reason or under any circumstance, until you absolutely, categorically, definitively cannot hold it any longer. And then, when you do, make sure the woman you love is watching.

Once Mika's glass was empty, the pair reluctantly got dressed. They donned the lightest and skimpiest underwear of all the pairs they'd packed, and atop that unfortunately necessary attire to conceal their modesty they draped themselves in a pair of light, silky sun-dresses. Pale green for the cougar, pale blue for Mika. Trish's was slightly shorter than her lover's own, but though Mika's breasts were less overtly buxom than her girlfriend it was undeniable that the vixen's dress put her chest prominently upon display. They found themselves blushing anew as they regarded one another in their clothes, and soon were wrapped up in their partner's arms.

It was a miracle that Mika's hands didn't do more than reach beneath the hem of her lover's skirt and briefly squeeze the plump cheeks of the cougar's ass through her light, delicate panties. And more wondrous still that Trish didn't try to tear the dress right off her lover all over again after she buried her face between Mika's breasts in a moment of mirthful yet genuinely lustful self-indulgence. Somehow though the few kisses and the lingering embrace they shared in that moment proved enough. Soon they parted, and after gathering a small bag together with the essentials of cash and a few potential essentials for the day ahead, they finally left the sun-kissed hotel room hand in hand, ready to truly begin their holiday adventure at last.

*********

"Oh my god. Mika, try this. You have to!"

The vixen whimpered bashfully as Trish approached her with a brimming cup of... something, waving gratefully at one of the market stall holders who grinned as they slipped the cash with which the cougar had presented them into their register. They had been at the market for over an hour now, not exactly having one single item for breakfast or what was rapidly now turning to brunch, but exploring and picking little things here and there to share and indulge in together. Even now in the morning there was plenty of local cuisine on display, freshly caught fish being pan fried to order or stirred around in the beginnings of a stew that wouldn't be ready to serve for hours still, but smelled like heaven with its array of spices already working their magic. But while they had tried to avoid over-indulging in every last little food item they spotted, knowing full well that they would want to return here in future days for yet more meals, Trish hadn't held back in the slightest regarding one particular set of purchases. Drinks.

Mika had delighted in the freshly cracked coconut water they'd bought just after arriving, and the mixed fruit cocktail... non-alcoholic thankfully at this time of day... that had followed soon after had been incredible in its rich, sweet depths of flavour. By the time she and Trish had gulped down a glass of lychee and passion-fruit juice however, Mika had figured out Trish's game. Of course, she hadn't stopped drinking what was offered to her. It was invariably delicious and refreshing as they walked around in the morning sun. But every time Trish came forth now with yet another cup brimming with liquid for them to share, she felt her face burn crimson beneath its fur.

"It's only mid-morning, Trish..."

The vixen whimpered as she watched the cougar sipping on whatever latest concoction she had discovered through a long and curved straw. She trembled, biting down on her bottom lip and squeezing her thighs together beneath her dress as Trish just smiled and offered the plastic cup out to her, but took it just a moment later.

"I thought we were gonna take it easy. Spread it out over the day, s-so that... but, oh god. I... I already need to. P-pretty bad..."

She sipped on the contents of the cup even after whimpering her confession to the other woman, eyes widening slightly as she tasted something similar to fresh, homemade lemonade, but way more fresh, intense, and fragrant. Clearly the cougar saw the expression of wonder briefly replace the bashfulness on her face, because Trish grinned as even then Mika continued to drink from the cup, slurping down more and more through the straw with loud bursts of suction.

"Salted limeade with ginger."

Only when half the cup was gone did Trish take it back from Mika, slurping down the rest herself in short order before grinning to the blushing vixen now shuffling from foot to foot before her.

"I haven't seen you this nervous in a long time, Mika. Maybe not since that first night in the club."

The memory of that event being invoked was like a tidal wave hitting the vixen, forcing her to throw a hand over her muzzle to avoid letting loose a rather loud and lengthy whimper of bashful longing. All around her, all around both of them people milled and chatted and laughed. The market was vibrant and full of people going about their business, enjoying themselves without the slightest awareness of what was going on in Mika's mind or indeed in her bladder in that moment. It really was just like in the club back home, the very first time she'd ever met Trish in person, and the very first time she'd ever... the vixen shuddered violently and squeezed her thighs together again at the very thought of what she had done that night, and all that had come from that one total, wonderful loss of control.

"Just remember, puddle... no-one knows you here. No-one will remember two lesbians having a fun holiday together next year, or even next week. And even if something were to happen, and some naughty vixen were to do something to embarrass herself in front of a whole crowd of people... well, all they'd remember would be her girlfriend being there for her. No names. In time they probably wouldn't even remember the look on your face as you lost all control and wet yourself. Just the puddle you left behind, and the sight of your girlfriend holding you, comforting you, so very much in love with you even as you pissed right there in her arms."

With a loud and uncontrolled whimper this time, Mika's eyes sprang open, having fallen closed in concentration. For a moment she looked desperate. Frantic. But then... then she saw the slightly over-eager, hungry smile on Trish's face. Felt the trembling of the other woman's hands resting tightly in hers, and giggled.

"You evil piece of..."

She snorted with laughter, stepping close to Trish and kissing her right there in the middle of the market. Not too long or too deep as to be inappropriate, but one that she hoped conveyed even a fraction of what she wanted to do to the cougar in that moment.

"It's not enough to try and fill our bladders to capacity before we even hit lunch, now you're trying to make me lose control here? I thought today was about endurance, not teasing."

Trish grinned and kissed Mika back, playfully shrugging her shoulders as she withdrew after the fact.

"Today is about having a good time. And if I think I can make the lady I love have a better time by teasing her senseless and filling her bladder with every delicious drink I can lay my paws on, well then..."

Again she shrugged, turning away from Mika with a smirk and pointing off down towards one of the many sections of the riverside market they had yet to explore.

"Apparently there's a lady down there who makes amazing milkshakes with dragon-fruit. Want one?"

Mika's thighs clenched instinctively once more, but she smiled and took her lover's hand with renewed confidence as she nodded.

"Sure. But, this time? I'm paying. If we're doing this... if this whole market trip is gonna be about priming ourselves for later? The least I can do is take some of the credit."

*********

Later, the pair walked along the beach.

Both women could feel their lover's hand shaking slightly within their grasp as they basked in the midday sun and tried to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the ocean, not to mention the vibrant excitement somewhat inherent to this beach packed with people and families laughing, walking, playing and swimming. For almost half an hour they'd been walking along the island's coast, this one vast stretch of uninterrupted golden sand working its way around this portion island's edge. Pleasant as the walk had been though, there was no denying that it was all a part of their ongoing game. A mutually destructive dare leading the two women further away from their hotel, further away from any restroom that might have tempted them into giving in. Now with countless drinks resting in their bellies, bladders and minds with equally potent weight, they found themselves having to devote more and more focus to simply resisting the call of nature. No longer did they simply need to go rather badly, now they were fighting with every passing second the active, real urge to let go.

Still though, they spoke to one another. They chatted trying to take their own minds off the situation at hand, and they teased, trying to remind their partner about what was going on so that they would be the first to give in.

"If we keep on walking this way for another... hour or so, we'll get to the next river. The bridge over it is the one we saw online back when we were looking for places to go. The one that made us first consider here. You remember the translation right?"

Mika blushed and nodded to her lover as they kept on walking, both peering far ahead in the vain hope of seeing open, empty beach with space enough for them to perhaps relieve themselves quietly and privately if necessary, but seeing only more people walking and sunbathing and swimming.

"After we found out what the island's name meant, we were never gonna end up anywhere else, were we? 'Land where the water flows free'. I swear, if any place was made for us to go on holiday..."

They grinned to one another, peering out over the ocean as a gentle wave lapped at their bare feet and around their ankles. On they walked. Further and further until at long last, in the distance, they saw it. The bridge in question, located up the length of the beach and set into a flattened rocky outcropping of volcanic stone. Around it, similar to the marketplace near there hotel, was one of many complexes that stretched out from the heavily tourist-focused coastal cities and towns. Having been walking for over an hour by that point, Mika squirmed as her stomach gurgled audibly. Trish raised a playful eyebrow at her.

"Hungry? We could grab some lunch over there. I'm sure they have some awesome cafes. Some fresh fish or something else local, and... a drink, gotta keep hydrated in this heat, after all."

Sure enough they ended up sitting down in a beautiful courtyard overlooking the busy beach, resting upon wooden benches as they dug into a pair of the most incredible pork salads, the varied veggies dressed with a herby, peppery homemade vinaigrette and the pork seasoned and caramelised with sugar, anise and ginger. It was so delicious that for perhaps five minutes amongst the thirty they spent sitting there eating and sipping upon a couple of sodas, their minds weren't entirely consumed by their continued efforts spent holding back.

Once they were done however, and rose back to their feet in order to resume their day out, Mika reached out and grasped Trish's hand tightly.

"I... I t-think I... need to find somewhere."

The cougar grinned, and opened her mouth to say something about how if they kept walking along the beach it might quieten down... though of course strongly suspecting that it wouldn't. She never did get those words out though, for she saw something in her lover's eyes as they stared deep into hers. An intensity that she recognised and knew to only arise in Mika's gaze when she was truly having trouble holding back. A look that so intensely excited her that the cougar wanted to moan aloud and beg her lover to do it, to let go right there and then. But which instead made her smile more reassuringly, and squeeze back at the hand clutching hers.

"Okay."

She looked around. There didn't really seem to be anywhere short of an actual restroom in the immediate vicinity, and even if Mika would appreciate it in the moment they both knew that the vixen would be disappointed if that was where she ended up letting herself go. Beyond the complex in which they now stood though, both on this side and the far side of the bridge, was a road that bordered the town. And in the town, this one smaller and less dedicated solely to tourists than the city in which their hotel was located, there might be somewhere.

"Okay, c'mon, puddle. Let's find a spot. And... hey, if we can't?"

She smiled reassuringly even as her suggestion of them not finding a spot forced a look of absolute embarrassment, lust and terror all rolled into one to cross Mika's face.

"If we can't, maybe we take a paddle in the ocean together. Hand in hand. Waist deep. Our dresses will get wet, but... no-one will see."

With that thought now implanted in her mind it was agony for Mika to find herself soon walking away from the ocean's edge. Away from the water into which she now realised she could have fled at any time, bunching up her dress around herself or just letting it get wet and providing her with an infinite amount of space and privacy to let her bladder loose. She trusted in her lover though, and trusted in the fact that now Trish had promised to find them somewhere private and alone she wouldn't tease her or make it any harder for her to resist than was already the case.

As they wandered the streets of the town soon after though, Mika shuddered and whimpered in dismay as with a lustful twinkle in her eye Trish made things much, much worse with each passing second.

"Just watching you squirm like this, puddle... my panties are soaked. I'll never get used to it. I'll never be able to hold onto just how gorgeous you look like this, all squirmy and helpless and on the edge of doing something so, so naughty and beautiful..."

They walked through streets that while not busy were not empty enough either. They peered down a few alleyways only to find them too short or obviously being observed by cameras. They walked for five minutes, maybe ten throughout that initial neighbourhood, and all the while they found themselves switching between excitably nervous silence, a building sense of desperate anticipation and of course Trish's increasingly desperate, passionate whispers of her own unbound desire for the desperate vixen.

"I need it so badly too, but... oh, god, I wish I could know just how badly you need it. I wish I could feel that kind of intensity where I know I can't be strong and hold on any more. Where I can feel the seconds ticking away, counting down to when I'm going to actually lose control."

As jealous as Trish might have been of Mika in that moment though, the vixen was every bit as jealous of her lover. Right now she would have done anything for their roles to have been reversed. For her desperation to be just that little bit less so that she could be the one focused on how horny she was, how hot this made her, rather than spending every available drop of brain power on just holding on. Just keeping herself from wetting her panties and sending urine gushing down the insides of her legs right there in the middle of the street. She looked up ahead, vision hazy and slightly blurred as she tried to keep her eyes focused without removing any of her attention from keeping her bladder clamped shut just a few moments longer. Her pace quickened, half jogging half stumbling forward as she saw another alleyway up ahead.

"T-this is the one..."

She spoke at last, whimpering back as she tugged and dragged Trish along behind her.

"This has to be. I... I can't wait any more."

The fox spoke so plainly, so honestly in that moment that Trish knew she wasn't kidding. This was it, and thus this alleyway had to be the one.

It was short. Shorter and with fewer corners or crevices than either of them would have liked especially given the bright daylight and the number of other people out on the streets. But, there was a garage door. The back of some shop or restaurant through which deliveries were presumably taken which offered a few feet of privacy before heavy metal shutters came down, and no sign of any security cameras. With a cry of dismay that echoed off the walls of the alley, Mika wrenched her hand free from Trish's own and bolted for that safe spot. She couldn't wait any more. Not a second longer. The cougar had to give chase in order to not miss it, and even then by the time she wheeled around and found herself peering into that little alcove the vixen was already squatting down, panties bunched up in one hand and her dress clutched up around her waist in the other.

"T-tell me it's safe..."

Mika begged feverishly, trying to peer around the corner but unable to do so without overbalancing.

"Tell me I c-can... I... o-ohhhh..."

It was clear that her body didn't care whether it was safe or not though, because before the cougar could answer her lover's final pleading question, she heard it. The hiss. The familiar sound of liquid escaping a tightly sealed source under pressure, followed by the rich, pattering drum-beat of wetness against rock.

"Oh. Oh, puddle..."

Trish almost lost control herself right there as she watched the look of relief spread over her lover's face, more perfect and innocent and sweet and wonderful than any expression of orgasmic rapture. At the same time she felt like she was going to cum, to squirt and scream right there where she stood, and as though she was about to wet herself through her panties and her dress, nothing in the world able to hold her back before such a sight. Yet somehow she did resist that urge. She denied herself the joy she was witnessing Mika going through as the younger woman whimpered and panted her way through the flood pouring forth from between her legs.

The urine flowed out from the little hideaway spot where Mika was squatted and began to pool at Trish's feet, the cougar almost losing control a second time when she didn't quite step back fast enough, only partially purposeful in her delay, and felt warm wetness against the very tips of her toes. She did step back, but then squatted down herself. Not to hide, out in full view of the alleyway's entrance in fact, but to grant herself a better view. To observe the flow of piss pouring out of Mika, trembling and biting down on her bottom lip in poorly restrained desire as the woman she loved let loose more and more of the vast quantity of liquid they'd shared throughout what was only the first half of this first incredible day of their vacation.

"Trish... I... a-aah..."

Of course, the more Mika let her bladder go, the more coherent she found herself for the remaining release. The more she found herself blushing not in near humiliation any longer, not panting in desperation, but blushing with excitement and panting in obvious, unabashed arousal. It was then, as the pleasure of her release began to finally outweigh the simple relief of it, that she moaned to the cougar knelt wide eyed before her. It was then that she cast her panties to the ground away from her self-made river of urine, and reached between her legs with that free hand. Pausing the flow, tightening her inner muscles for just a moment so that she could reach down and spread her lips apart before resuming once again. Tilting herself back against the metal shutter to grant Trish the ultimate sight, the close up view of her pussy glistening and the tiny hole above it gushing with her piss which she had seen do intense, devastating things to her lover in the past.

And sure enough, she watched as one of Trish's paws began to move towards her skirt where it rested well above her bent knees. She watched as the other woman's legs parted, and the approaching hand extended a pair of fingers, twitching as though anticipating what they were planning on doing all too soon.

"Puddle, I... I'm..."

Trish whimpered shamelessly, on the very edge of doing something immensely foolish and immensely public as she stared at her lover's gushing, freely flowing pussy.

"I'm... I..."

But then, not a moment too soon, it was over. The flow began to abate, a few last squirts and trickles and finally droplets pushing themselves free under the control of Mika's inner muscles, and then finally, at last, peace.

Peace for one of them, anyway.

Trish pulled herself upright once more, oddly stiff and robotic as she stood guard while Mika re-dressed herself in her panties, taking a moment to flash her still damp pussy at the woman she loved one last time and giggling when the cougar's eyes bulged and her nostrils flared in savage, instinctive lust.

As soon as Mika was decent though, she felt a hand grab at hers. A firm tug every bit as desperate as hers had been on Trish leading her up the street.

"Please... please, I..."

Trish murmured as she walked, nonsensical and not stopping to explain, to try and gather her thoughts even for a moment. She dragged Mika back down the road, and the vixen followed with a smile. She dragged the woman she loved back towards the coast, and little by little though any questions she put forth went unanswered, Mika began to suspect she understood why. Together they raced onto the beach, Trish whimpering, Mika giggling as they ran side by side towards the ocean. And then...

"O-oh god..."

They were so close, just a few metres away when Trish stumbled and fell to her knees, not because she'd lost her footing or anything like that, but simply because she simply didn't think she could make it. She stared up at Mika. She stared around at the hundreds of other beach goers, a few of them having looked around at the two women giggling and running together, now looking a little concerned after her fall. She was going to do it. She was going to wet herself in front of all of them, and even if somehow they didn't figure out what was happening while it was happening they would certainly know when she rose up and revealed the patch of dark sand beneath her.

At the last second though she felt arms lifting her up. Dragging her back to her feet with great difficulty and thrusting her forward.

"C'mon. You can make it. Just a few more steps."

Mika guided the stumbling, blushing, panting cougar forward. She felt water around her toes. Her ankles. Her calves. Her knees. Trish let loose the most brief, plaintive wail, and even over the sound of the ocean's waves breaking and of the hundreds of people on the beach and in the shallows all around them, Mika heard her lover lose control in that instant. She heard the rush as Trish's panties were soaked, and as she pushed the cougar urgently forward those final few steps she could already see the piss running down her lover's legs and dripping out from her panties into the water below.

"I love you."

Once they were deep enough, the vixen slightly over her waist deep but standing behind the taller cougar, Mika wrapped her arms around Trish's midsection and cuddled her as she felt the feline female tremble and quake in the relief and freedom of her release. She knew it would have been so easy right then to reach into Trish's underwear, under the water and feel the warm flow against the cooler ocean's current. She knew they she could have done or said any number of teasing, exciting things to Trish as the cougar's bladder truly got the better of her in a way that Mika's own had not, though it had certainly come close. Instead though she just echoed those same three words several times as Trish trembled and moaned and gasped with ragged, shallow breaths before her.

"I love you."

She spoke of her true and genuine adoration towards the cougar as they stood there at the edge of the island, at the meeting point between land, sea and the river close by. She held Trish close, and closed her eyes in absolute joy as she realised there were still six and a half days of their holiday left to go. Six and a half days of fun, of wonder, of incredible feelings just like this, here in this wonderful place. On this island where the water flows free, and where this kind of thing was only the beginning of what she and Trish had planned for one another.

"I love you, Trish. Your puddle loves you, a-as much, as deep as the whole ocean."

By Jeeves

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