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Deep in the heart of a quaint village nestled near dense woods, there lived a young peasant girl named Liana. With her golden tresses and shimmering blue eyes, Liana seemed to radiate a natural, earthy beauty reflective of the lush landscape she called home.
Each week, Liana would make the trek into the nearby village proper to ply her wares as a humble florist. With an armful of freshly plucked wildflowers and cultivated blossoms, Liana would set up her modest stand in the bustle of the village's central market square. The aromas of her bouquets mingled sweetly with the earthy scents of root vegetables and baked breads as she charmed customers with her warm smile to make her meager sales.
But after a long day hawking her floral offerings, a different kind of pressure began to build inside Liana's pea-sized bladder as she turned back towards the path home. The tiny muscles cinched increasingly tight as the urge to urinate intensified with each step. Liana's hips shifted from side to side, her palms rubbing against her thighs in a futile attempt at stimulation. She knew she had to find relief soon before that emotionless wall of liquid in her insides forced its crude way out.
Glancing around the empty path cutting through the leafy woods, desperation crept over Liana. The sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon, but the ghostly moon now hung high, illuminating the surroundings with an ethereal glow. Liana knew she had to find some true privacy, and fast. Her heavy bladder coiled tighter as she pleaded in her mind, hoping to find a spot hidden enough from any potential passersby.
Finally, Liana spotted a cluster of trees huddled off the path to her right. Their thick trunks and high-reaching bowed branches appeared to form an intimate alcove just within the shadows. Without hesitating another moment, the peasant girl scrambled off the well-worn path and into the protective modesty of the trees. She knew she couldn't wait any longer.
Bending a knee to the ground, Liana hiked up her long skirt and bloomers. The flap of fabric fell away, fully revealing her most intimate region to the cool night air. She reached out a hand to brace against a rough bark trunk as her other hand pulled aside the delicate folds of her labia. The first spurt of urine splashed out with a loud splattering, collecting in the low grass and damp soil below.
But oh, it felt so good to finally release! Her bladder muscles squeezed hard, expelling powerful torrents of pee in a large, vigorous stream. The dark yellow arc cut through the air, striking the ground with increasing force and rhythm as it impacted with rapid splashes. Liana hoped her body would empty soon, anxious that a passerby might hear the telltale sounds of her desperate pissing.
But relief won out over humiliation. Liana's lips parted in a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as her troubled bladder finally began to ease, muscles relaxing into a sense of release. Her stream lessened to a steady trickle before slowing to mere drips. Liana opened her eyes again, shapely thighs still splayed wide. She knew she needed to finish up and scurry home.
Rising back up to her feet, Liana shook her skirt and bloomers back into place. She offered the trees a small curtsy in silent thanks for the hidden spot to tend to her pressing needs. Then, turning back towards the path, the peasant girl quickly resumed her journey, her own wet spot forming in the soil now hidden behind her by the curtain of gnarled branches and leaves.