Waiting for relief (Stardew Valley)
Drip......... Drip......... Drip.........
The farmer grit her teeth; her face serious, her posture stiff and her legs awkwardly angled inwards. The occasional, heavy drop falling out from under her short skirt and noisily landing between her feet was kind of driving her insane. But it wasn't any worse than the constant sound of running water underneath her, as she stood on this tiny, wooden bridge overlooking the river.
She knew that her bladder was near its limit and that her damp panties were already a lost cause. Even so, the young woman refused to move away from her spot, her fishing rod held tight in her sweaty hands.
Six hours... Six hours was the time that she had been standing here, out in the open. Waiting... Yearning...
And just what was she waiting for? What was so important to her, that she was forgoing any kind of break, as the day was gradually nearing its end, as she slowly grew cold and hungry and as her bladder filled up to the bursting point?
Well, it was a fish. An angler fish, to be more precise. An elusive, legendary fish that was still missing from her collection, after she had already caught all the other ones. And the farmer was determined to catch it today.
But despite her overwhelming determination no angler fish appeared. She caught a lot of smaller fish - salmon, smallmouth bass, tiger trout - but not the one she wanted.
And to make matters worse, after all these hours her bladder was slowly starting to give out, as the dripping noise steadily rose in frequency. The woman stood stock-still, refusing to give up and to leave her spot.
But then the pain appeared, sudden and intense, hitting her bladder and forcing a long spurt out, that crashed down on the bridge. The farmer was left breathless and heavily shaking, as she quickly regained control.
Damn! That was a closs call. Too close.
She looked down at the river. Still no fish in sight. Then she looked up at the sun. Already past the highest point and slowly going down again. She sighed.
Guess her luck wasn't too high today...
But just as she was about to call it quits and finally go relieve her aching bladder, she saw it:
A big, dark shadow, deep in the water. Slowly swimming towards her bobber.
She held her breath. This was it! It must be it! No other fish so far had looked like this. This had to be the angler fish!
Another painful pang raced through her bladder, quickly followed by more heavy dribbles. Her face contorted in pain, though she didn't dare take her hands off her fishing rod for even one second, just to hold herself. Instead she kept silently begging at her own body.
Please, hold on a bit longer... Please, don't let go yet...
The shadow was so close now!
The fish stopped in front of her bobber, deliberating. The farmer prepared herself, gradually leaning forward in anticipation, until she was almost falling off the bridge and right into the river.
And then it happened.
Her bladder chose this exact moment to screw her over.
A scalding, yellow torrent of pee blasted out of her with barely any warning, quickly breaking through her panties and hitting the water in front of her with mighty splashes.
The fish immediately swam away.
Tears of frustration gathered in the woman's eyes, as she suddenly wanted to smash something in anger. But her anger was nothing compared to her instant, overwhelming relief.
"Haaaaaa~"
A very loud and pleasurable moan broke past her lips, as her body fully let go at once, pissing straight into the river with zero inhibitions and painting the surrounding water a vibrant yellow.
Fuck, this actually felt good! Like, really good! Especially after she had been holding her pee in for so many hours.
A second very audible moan left her lips, as she closed her eyes in sudden bliss.
And then she froze up.
Wait, what the hell was she doing?!
She was loudly and visibly pissing and moaning... near JojaMart... near the town... in broad daylight... where anyone could see her.
Who knew, there might even be one or two villagers standing behind her right now, witnessing this shameful, public display.
The farmer didn't dare turn around, to check for herself.
Nor did she dare stop her pissing. For one because she was literally unable to, her bladder no longer following her commands. And two... because, despite the public location, she really... really didn't want to stop.
Her bladder wasn't even half-empty yet and the release already felt too good. Even if she had scared off the legendary fish, or someone saw her accident, she couldn't really bring herself to feel too ashamed right now.
So, the farmer allowed herself a third moan, as a slight blush spread on her cheeks.
Soon, after like half a minute, the force of her stream started to dwindle, her pee no longer hitting the water in front of her, but instead the ground between her feet. Even so, her stream kept going for quite a while longer, hitting the old wood with loud dribbling and proving just how backed up her pained bladder had been.
Finally, apart from a stray drop here or there, it stopped entirely, leaving her panties completely hot and drenched, but the rest of her clothes miraculously dry.
She took a deep breath, her muscles relaxing all at once... Phew, this felt better! It was nice to have all that pent-up water finally out of her.
Too bad for the fish, though... Oh well, she would just have to try again, tomorrow. And this time maybe not drink so much beforehand.
Putting her fishing rod away, she turned around with a sigh, ready to go home... and then stopped, as she came face to face with Pam, the woman clearly having just left JojaMart.
She froze in mortification. Crap!! How much of her accident did Pam see? And would the woman spill the beans to everyone, once she was sitting in the saloon, drunk as hell?
"Hey, farmer. Good day of fishing?" Pam just asked with a smile and just like that, all the anxiety left the farmer at once. Oh, thank Yoba... She hadn't witnessed a thing.
"Yeah, it was good!" She quickly lied, though she assumed it wasn't completely wrong. While the legendary fish had escaped her, the fishing trip had ended with its own form of pleasurable payoff.
The two women talked a bit longer and soon parted ways. The farmer trotted back home with a relaxed expression, feeling mighty empty and relieved.