She will plan a cautious approach

Hannah stared at the obstacles ahead. If she were to walk alongside the gravel path, her approach would be obvious to everyone. She had to confront the girls anyway, but what if there was someone else in the park? The other option was to sneak through the small patches of bushes and trees, but it would be slow and uncomfortable. There was no way anyone would see her in the dark, however. She had to weigh these options carefully, lest-

"Uhh... hello?" A voice sounded from right behind her!

Hannah jumped upright and turned around startled and immobilised. The shock made her finally loose control, and warm piss streamed down her legs before she **** them shut. She covered her pussy with both hands to stop herself from peeing any more, exposing her perky breasts to the onlooker. Her gaze shot up from her soaked legs to meet the face of the stranger. But unfortunately, it was no stranger at all...

"Hannah? What are you doing?" The guy said, seemingly startled as well.

It was the boy from the appartement. He was two years younger than Hannah, but had always fancied her. Now, his wildest dreams had come true. Hannah finally gathered her wits and ran off into the dark. The boy yelled at her to wait, but did not pursue her in his confusion and disbelief. Hannah ran into a small thicket and nearly out the other end. Instead, she dove to the ground and sheltered behind a few bushes. She had ran closer to the girls and could hear them better now, but the music drowned out the details. Hannah felt like she could cry, she felt overwhelmed by emotion, but still oh so painfully horny. She felt like she shouldn't enjoy this, and she certainly felt incredible shame, but she also continued to feel more and more aroused. The boy from the appartement would surely come looking for her, so she had to lay low. He must have followed her from the appartement, perhaps it was him who had seen her from the window. Now he had seen it all. Her firm butt, perky boobs, probably even got a glimpse of her pussy. Worst of all, he had seen her pee herself!

Hannah just wanted her key. Then, she would run home without stopping for anything or anyone, give herself the orgasm of a lifetime, and then contemplate moving to another country. But first, she had to wait and think. Her pristine skin now muddy and her legs still wet from urination, she was a right mess now. She must look like some feral girl if someone were to find her here. She waited and waited, not moving an inch. She had not heard the boy again, but the music grew louder and she could hear the clanking of bottles. Perhaps if the girls got themselves drunk enough they wouldn't remember meeting her? Or at least perhaps they could convince themselves they had imagined her? Wishful thinking, Hannah realized.

Maybe she should turn back, and perhaps snatch some clothes from somewhere. Surely someone had left their laundry hanging out. She realized it was a very faint hope, and she would have to sneak through God knows how many streets to find anything to wear.