Vanessa's Morning Run

The sun radiated through the windows and filtered out around the room. The golden light paired with the birds chirping and the cool, early summer air, was intoxicating. It provided the perfect conditions for an even smile on Vanessa's face. Having slept naked, her olive skin was the only organ shielding her more private areas. Her exposed tattoos that ran along her athletic thighs, provided enough of a contrast with their dark ink to stand out against her body. As she walked to the kitchen, Vanessa's thicker labia proudly hid her genitals. Like the rest of her skin, her womanly lips were dark, standing out, even among her black, trimmed hairs.
By any measure, seeing such a beautiful woman in this state would have driven many men mad but Vanessa wasn't all too concerned. She was comfortable this way, and that's what mattered to her. Not an impure thought was in her head as she turned on the kitchen stove.
Filling her tea kettle with tap water, Vanessa felt a slight twinge in her bladder. It too had woken up and needed a little relief. Ignoring it for only a moment, Vanessa put the filled tea kettle on the stove and maneuvered her way to the cabinets on the other side of the decently-sized kitchen. She grabbed an empty mug and a tea bag from the box beside it, prepping for the call of the kettle. Exhaling and debating on taking her morning pee now, Vanessa rubbed her thighs quickly and tapped her nude butt in vexation. Figuring she'd have enough time, she began to walk back towards her bedroom. As she reached her room, she could faintly hear her cell phone ringing.
Taking precedent over her slightly filled bladder, Vanessa walked over to her nightstand and grabbed her still charging phone. It was her sister. For a call this early, it had to be important. Curious, Vanessa took the call
"Hey you, everything ok?"
"No!" Her sister sounded hysterical
"What? What's the matter?"
"It's dad."
Vanessa's heart dropped, enough that she could feel a pit in her stomach. Fear. Before she could say another word, her sister started to ramble
"I-I was just coming out of the shower a-and I heard the front door closing so I grabbed a towel and ran towards the door but I can't find him. I know he's wondered off, I can't find him, I-I don't know what to do or how to fix it I-"
Vanessa jumped in
"Terra, it's going to be ok, did he take the car?"
"No..." Her sister swallowed, stifling hysterical tears "No, the car's still here."
"Then he couldn't have gotten far, could he?"
"No, I guess not."
The fear had caused her bladder to retract its request for relief. The issue at hand was much more serious.
"Should I call the police?" Terra asked
"Yeah, yeah I guess it'd be a good idea so they can at least look for him. Did you see him today? Did he mention anything?"
"Something about taking his cut from Joel and getting out of the business. So...so I guess he went towards the office. Or maybe to Joel's house?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe he's looking for mom again. But you or I should call the-"
"Oh!" Terra cut her off "Someone's at the door!"
Perhaps out of place, but Vanessa wondered if her sister was still only in her towel as she presumably answered the door. It wasn't important at the moment, but the thought was still there. In a moment, he sister came back to the phone
"Adam's at the door! He has dad! Oh thank goodness!" Her sister was nearly in tears again, though this time out of joy
"Wonderful! Oh thank the stars!"
"I don't know how to thank him, I don't even know how he got dad back here but I'm going to go give him a hug! Call you later!"
With that, the call ended. A happy ending to a nearly disastrous situation. Just in time for Vanessa's tea kettle to call her. Having forgotten about her bladder, and nearly shaking from both anxiety and relief, Vanessa made her way back to the kitchen.
After what she had been though, a soft, unsweetened tea was just what she needed. And a run. Something to clear her mind and relax again. Now sitting at her dining room table, Vanessa blew on the steaming hot mug of tea and waited for the bag to disseminated the contents of the tea into the water. Taking a few deep breaths for herself, Vanessa found peace in the fact that a crisis had been averted, that her sister had such a good neighbor, and that the universe was on her side. As she began to sip her tea, her phone buzzed. Her sister
Adam saw dad wondering on his own and started walking with him. Handled it like a pro, told dad to come back for mom and got him to turn around. I was going to bake him a cake as a thank you but I'm not sure if that's enough
Vanessa responded You could always ask him out. He's cute. Clearly can think on his feet.
Terra's tone was hard to tell, but it wasn't terribly encouraging I'm not ready.
Vanessa continued to sip her tea, the large, previously filled mug was now nearly empty, it's warm contents on their way down Vanessa's şişli escort bayan throat. She chose to respond positively to her sister.
On your own time then. Just trust that it will happen again for you!
Ending her text with a smiling emoji, Vanessa finished her tea. Walking back over to the sink, she tossed the tea bag into the trash and refilled the mug with water. She took another long drink and tossed the small remainder down the drain before refilling it with water. She could wash it out later. While she hadn't planned on running today, she had planned on a workout, and just needed to return to some level of normalcy. Checking her watch, Vanessa knew she'd be cutting it close. She had a routine doctor's appointment in a few hours, meaning that she'd have to run her shorter route. While she dressed, she did the math in her head for distance and time, she figured she'd just be in time to shower and get moving when she got back. Unfortunately, she'd have to wait to release her morning pee. An experienced athlete, Vanessa figured that once she started running, she'd be able to forget about her nagging bladder. Quickly dressing in her running clothes, Vanessa was out the door, eager to clear her mind. Her bladder would have other plans.
Dressed in bright blue spandex, which hugged her shapely legs tightly, Vanessa quickly moved out of her front door. Her white sneakers smacked her steps while she climbed down to her front lawn. In the short distance to the chain fence in front of her small lawn, Vanessa chose a random song on her workout playlist and made sure her white, wireless earbuds were working. As music began to play, Vanessa adjusted her grey headband and made sure her black hair was secure in the quick ponytail she had styled for herself. Opening the small fence gate, her white tank top fluttered in the short breeze.
Her bladder reacted, warning Vanessa that this was a mistake. She should go back inside and pee. But Vanessa was stronger than that. She wanted her exercise, her tranquility. A simple ask from her bladder would not get in her way.
Lucky for Vanessa, her gamble seemed to have worked in her favor. Accelerating her steps on the concrete sidewalk, the small but consistent nudge from her bladder was quickly replaced by the shock and constant pounding of her sneakers bouncing off the ground below her. It didn't take long for her mind to take the open opportunity to guilt her about her father. She wondered why his caregiver wasn't there. Why her sister needed to take care of him. Why she wasn't there. She took a deep breath, exhaling as she ran through the suburban streets.
The bright sun now hung pleasantly in the sky, shining down on Vanessa's brow. She was sweating slightly, brushing the droplets off her head with her forearm. She smiled at a couple who were walking their dog, and another neighbor was watering his lawn. Passing by him, Vanessa couldn't help but feel a sudden tug in her loins. Seeing the spraying hose was enough to renew her urge. And urge that wasn't leaving. Now pressing against her slit, her need refused to leave, constantly reminding her of her need to relief herself. Rounding the corner, Vanessa figured she was in too far to turn around, that running all the way back just to pee and run back would not only take up too much time, but that it was ultimately pointless. She promised herself that she could hold it.
A school bus was stopped at a red light. With paper over the usual school that it belonged to, it was taking some group to a camp. In an effort to distract herself from the pressing need of her filling bladder, Vanessa read the camp name to herself Camp Kidd. The clip art of water and boats along the banner did little to distract her from her need. Water, droplets of sweat, the heat of the morning sun, none of it was enough to remove the slow burn of a building bladder.
Her shoes slapped against the concrete, each strike was countered by her bothered bladder. In retaliation, Vanessa continued to switch her focus between what she could feel and what she could see. She could feel her sweat building on her skin. She wiped it away with her hand. She could feel her bladder pressing its contents down on her slit. She could see the perfectly placed trees and idyllic suburban landscape. Her needs still worked at the back of her mind, gnawing at her with a sensation that would not leave. Frustrated, she visualized herself running towards her goals. Each step was making her better, stronger, fiercer. Her bladder seemed to numb, allowing her to fantasize about the woman she was making herself into. She picked up the pace, pushing herself that much harder. Her sensitive organ responded by pushing back. Each smack of the concrete sidewalk by her sneakers sent a shockwave from the soles of her feet to her now pressurized genitals. It wasn't going away, it wasn't stopping. Vanessa had no choice but to admit her mistake.
I should have peed before I left.
Crossing the street, Vanessa taksim escort bayan pushed herself into a sprint. Her shoes now hardly touched the ground, lightly lifting off the pavement as she moved onto the adjust sidewalk. Unknowingly, Vanessa pushed a little too much. Until now, her sensitive muscles had been able to counter each and every attack her bladder had levied, but Vanessa jeopardized their efforts. The stress of sprinting, even for a moment, was enough for the weight of her bladder to push small droplets of pee out of her tight pussy. Small enough that the damage couldn't be seen with the naked eye, and indistinguishable from the feeling of sweat. Still, if anyone could have seen Vanessa's snatch, a small spurt of yellowish liquid had dribbled out. She was unaware.
It was starting to become uncomfortable, dominating her thoughts but Vanessa was confident she could make it. The sun was still climbing the sky, still starting its morning. The streets were bustling with people the closer she was getting to the commercial district. By contrast, she was leaving the confines of suburbia. A slight sting from the sweat dripping down her forehead and into her eyes. A constant, steady burn of both her need and her muscles were causing her to curl and uncurl her toes inside her sneakers. Causing an awkward gait to her movements and an uneven stride that only served to enhance her growing desire to find a place to relieve herself.
A new obstacle quickly came into view. Now surrounded by the invasive urban landscape, Vanessa quickly found herself running towards a crosswalk. The sign on the adjacent street told her to stop, and without thinking much of it, Vanessa did as she was commanded. Now free from the constant pounding of the street, the slow burn of her building bladder rushed forward. Slamming down on Vanessa's small peehole, the tight pressure was quick and constant, forcing Vanessa to address it.
Gasping at the sudden rush of her pent up desperation, Vanessa crossed her legs and began to bounce, her shapely butt attractively wiggling as she did. The people around her didn't seem to notice. Okay, I need to find a place around here I can pee. This is bad. Unfortunately for Vanessa, the tea had also made its way to her bladder, forcing the already filled organ to expand. Trying to be subtle in her movements, Vanessa patiently waited at the crosswalk. One foot crossed in front of the other, she took in her surroundings. A bank, and office building, a parking lot. None of these were an option for her. She was given the clearance to walk. Now resuming her run, her pace was off.
Her mind wondered away from her form and her workout. The numbness to her own desperation she had been granted was gone. The slow, gnawing burn of a filling bladder had been quickly replaced by the oppressive pull of a girl who was running out of time. Now in more of a fast walk instead of a run, Vanessa used her strength to hold her muscles tight. It was more important to prevent any piss from escaping her than it was to work her body out.
Another crosswalk. Stopping wasn't good for her. There had to be some place she could stop. Scanning the buildings again, Vanessa quickly zeroed in on a small restaurant. Tucked between two office buildings, it was her best bet. Shifting her weight back and forth while she waited to be allowed to cross, Vanessa found herself balling her fists and then relaxing them again. Breathing confidently through the waves of desperation, she played with her grey headband. She touched her ponytail. Trying to pay attention to her music but it simply wasn't good enough. Relief only came when she was allowed to cross. Her brown eyes burned into the restaurant. The little structure was going to be her release.
With her goal in sight, Vanessa felt some of the pressure in her bladder dissipate, that she was about to make it and resume her run. The universe was on her side, allowing her to make up for her misjudgment. Now making onto the sidewalk, Vanessa abandoned running all together and instead opted to focus her energy on holding it. Shifting her weight from one hip to the other as she walked the pressure in her bladder forced her to ball her fists together rhythmically. At least it kept her situation subtle. Nearly tickling, her piss pushed on her abdomen. Vanessa was forced to squeeze her most private muscles as she walked, at least more than enough to hold it as she entered the restaurant.
A bell rang as she entered, the lightweight door quickly moving as Vanessa was confronted with a line as soon as she entered. The door just barely shut behind her, and she was staring straight at someone's back. A tall man. Unable to get a good look at the restaurant around her, Vanessa tried to look to her left and right, a sign that told her where she needed to go. Not seeing one, she crossed her legs and discreetly put her hands to her hips. Her concern was growing just as fast as her desperation and she bit her lip. Just enough that the new sensation fatih escort bayan might distract her. The line moved by one.
Keeping her blue spandex clad legs crossed, Vanessa took a deep breath. As she stood in line, she felt the force of a full bladder bare down on her tight snatch. It was as though lightning had stuck her privates from her bladder. A heavy, indescribable weight pressed on her opening. Each passing second made it worse. Vanessa needed help. The line wasn't moving. She tapped on the shoulder of the man in front of her.
"Um...e-excuse me?" The normally confident Vanessa now submissive with her full bladder
The man didn't respond. She tried again. Her legs still crossed and her legs now slightly bending. The tall man turned. He had olive skin like her, and thin glasses. He smiled at her, finding the tattooed runner attractive.
"Hi." Vanessa forced a smile "Uh...do you maybe know where the bathrooms are?"
Her expression showed her desperation.
"Yeah." He spoke with a deep voice and pointed to his left. "It's behind the counter though, employees only."
Vanessa nodded her head in acknowledgement and tried to move around the tall man. There was an occupied table, and Vanessa turned her body to try and move around them. The woman at the table gave her a bit of a dirty look, obviously annoyed at her need to accommodate the desperate runner. Mouthing an apology, Vanessa's hands quickly went back to her thigh, clutching the fabric as her pee forced itself down on her snatch. Her insides felt heavy. Now impossible to ignore. Walking up to the counter, she could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her. Maybe her mind was playing tricks. She stood straight as she got to the counter. A deep breath. The three men making different breakfasts didn't say a word to her.
Clenching her jaw and balling her fists again and again, Vanessa crossed her legs. She hoped one of the men behind the counter could see her. One of them briefly looked. Then he was back to his cooking. Vanessa's eyes darted around the room. There had to be something to distract her. Anything.
"What do you need sweetheart?" Finally, one of the men saw her
"Hey, can I use the bathroom?" A forced smile
"No. Staff only."
Clutching her thighs and crossing her legs, Vanessa pressed
"Please? It's kind of an emergency."
No response. He was back to cooking.
Vanessa hinged forward, each denial adding to her desperation.
"I-I'll buy something!"
Another one of the men answered
"Lady, if we let you use it, then we gotta let everyone use it. Go find a public bathroom." He was forceful
"Miss, the park has a public bathroom." One of the patrons in line spoke up
They were right, but it was more of a journey. Still, Vanessa didn't have many options left. Certainly she wasn't going to win her argument here. The other people in line moved aside as she made her way back towards the door, the men calling out an order number. No one cared that Vanessa really needed to pee.
Maybe I can find some place along the way. She tried to draw in some deep breaths. Focus. Does Derek live around here? She thought about her ex. No way he lets me in just to pee. Walking to her right towards the park, Vanessa could feel the heat of the early summer sun on her back. It couldn't distract her from the pent up morning tea and pee she was holding. I am supposed to be running. I should focus on that. Quickly, Vanessa started to jog. Her steps were heavy, but quick. Each jolt was a shockwave to her bladder. Every step on the concrete turned her discomfort into pain. Another breath. In and out.
There may have been room inside her lungs to expand, but it didn't feel like it. The pain of her feet hitting the ground was starting to pale in comparison to the nerves that felt like they were on fire. With each step she risked leaking her hot pee into her panties. There could be a store, or a shop. Something. Each passing step took her away from the commercial district. She continued to run. Towards the residential area she went. Her only hope was making it to the park. The strain and stress was too much. A little escaped her defenses and was absorbed by her panties. A small dribble that was just a fraction of the ocean of pee inside her.
As Vanessa approached another crosswalk, her panties were slowly absorbing more and more piss. A slow but nearly constant leak. It was not a job they were made for. They were starting to darken. An almost tickling sensation against her, Vanessa clenched harder. By some miracle it worked. But only for a moment. The pulsing pressure between her abdomen and her pussy had taken hold of her mind. The crosswalk stopped her again. Sloshing her desperately held piss inside her bladder, it collided against her defenses, which were still recoiling from the stress of her jog.
Vanessa could feel a forceful spurt spray out of her slit. It made its way past her clenched labia and splashed into her panties, soaking through the damp fabric and creating a small, dark, wet spot on the crotch of her blue spandex. Grabbing herself at the crosswalk, Vanessa's legs were bent as she crossed them. Everyone on the street was witness to her desperation. The light changed and Vanessa was allowed to cross.