Sunday September 7th
Having been on the east coast for a couple days I woke up pretty early for a Sunday and have a look around, but nothing really catches my attention other than a group of cyclists sitting along the river. The only girl amongst the bunch is a tall but conservative looking blonde who is wearing a plain green, white and teal blue tennis dress. Seeing nothing but an ordinary sized bottle of water I don’t pay much attention but when I revisit the group about half an hour later the blondes body language has changed dramatically and she is nervously rubbing her hands up and down her lower legs as she sits with her knees tightly against her stomach and rolling her persed lips in and out. About ten minutes later the entire group gets up and begins walking back towards where they stashed their bikes on the edge of some tall grass and bushes. The guys then scatter along the edge of the foliage and she after hesitating for a moment runs a short distance away from them to a grassy patch, quickly hoists up her dress revealing black spandex shorts underneath. After another moment of hesitation she pulls down her shorts revealing a fully shaved pussy and begins to dribble, after adjusting her feet a couple times she legs go of a couple thick spurts before peeing a steady dribble for another fifteen seconds while looking out ahead of her with a mischievous satisfied grin. As soon as she finished she abruptly pulled up her shorts and ran back towards the group. After reaching them one of the guys poured out some of his water bottle onto her hands and she patted them dry on her dress. They then all left together.
Around quarter after twelve I see a fairly large group of couples making their way to the sandbar with lawn chairs, coolers and picnic baskets. I immediately recognize this as roughly the same group who was at the redhead’s birthday party in May. Except the redhead now appears to be blonde and there are a couple of older looking couples there too. They setup camp on the edge of the sandbar near a small cluster of bushes. The former redhead is wearing a plain white v-neck t-shirt and a black Adidas golf skirt. The curvy brunette is wearing a plain white t-shirt over a purple bikini, the skinny brunette who didn’t pee last time is wearing blue shorts and a white tank-top and the skinny blonde is wearing capris length jeans and a black “Fuck You, Houston’s Awesome” t-shirt. They are joined by a skinny fortyish blonde wearing a white skirt and light pink golf shirt and a DD or larger fortyish brunette wearing a long purple racerback dress. Soon every description of picnic food is being passed around along with the ubiquitous red plastic cups and just like before the curvy brunette is surveying the area. Although the bushes are close at hand there are also a bunch of people with dogs. She walks back and forth towards the bushes (which really only shield her from her group) and the river’s edge. There being nobody on the river she walks along the edge with a baby wipe in hand. Out of sight of the picnic and after looking up the river for a couple seconds she holds her t-shirt out of the way and squats with her ass only a few inches off the group and with the baby wipe in her teeth pulls her bottoms far to the side exposing her little patch of pubic hair and pisses a gusher straight out ahead of her with enough force to cut a little trench into the silt before settling into a more dribbling pee arc. After she finishes she let herself drip for a couple seconds before thoroughly wiping herself off with the baby wipe that she then tossed in the river. As soon as she returned the older brunette in the purple dress stood up and the curvy brunette pointed down the river to where she had just peed, but she then sat down again. About twenty minutes later the former red-head blonde began to visibly survey the bushes but there were still dog walkers in the area and a couple inflating a raft. Both her and the brunette who had just peed got up together and with baby wipes headed down the river. Not going quite as far as the brunette had the former redhead pulled her skirt down to her knees and peed into some tall grass on the rivers edge as the brunette stood lookout. Whatever they were talking about the brunette was laughing uncontrollably. Soon the brunette handed her a baby wipe and still squatted she wiped herself with it before tossing it behind her. Standing up she revealed a fully shaved pussy and pulled up her skirt. For the next little bit there were no signs of activity or distress but by this time there was a fair bit of activity on the river, I also noticed that the skinny brunette who had not peed at all wasn’t drinking anything. By now they have been out there for almost an hour and a half and people began to leave. There is a look of desperation in the older brunette and it appears as though she is gazing upon the bushes longingly but she does not pee. As they pack up the curvy brunette heads for the bushes but positions herself completely out of sight.
Later in the afternoon four college aged girls and a dog make their way to the edge of the gravel bar with a tell-tale sagging red backpack. The first is a very petite brunette wearing a retro Metalica tank-top and walking her froo-froo little dog. Then there are two tall blondes. One wearing blue shorts with a neon pink yoga top. The other is wearing a floral halter top with jean shorts and finally there is a tall and plain brunette wearing a plain red tank-top with plain back shorts. As soon as they reach their spot along the river the blonde in blue and pink sets down the backpack and heads straight for a cluster of bushes a couple hundred feet away. After pausing at no less than half a dozen spots she finally squats at the bottom of the hill but most everything is lost to shadow. Returning to her friends they break out the Coronas. After the first girl peed the only one showing any real immediate need was the brunette with the dog. But she doesn’t go and the whole group stays seated together for almost two hours. When they finally get up they head together towards the bottom of the hill when the really plain brunette pauses as they walk through a really secluded area. She drops her bag, walks a few paces away and in a skillful high squat with her shorts around her knees pees a pretty strong stream onto the rocky ground leaving a prominent mark. The blonde who already peed wastes no time and going a few steps in the other direction does the same but squats too close to the ground to make out much of anything. The blonde girl in the floral top though pulled her shorts to her knees and squatted leaning back right where she stood and peed straight out ahead of her as she balanced with her left hand out behind her. Standing up she revealed a nearly trimmed pussy and wiped several times with a tissue before tossing it in the bushes. All the while the brunette with the dog walked ahead of them without peeing.
The last sighting for the day and possibly the year came a little after 5:00 as a raft with two girls rowed forcefully for the edge of my side of the river coming to a stop on a narrow strip of rocks no more than ten feet wide that was deposited in a landslide and the soil washed away by the river. The girl who leaped out of the raft was a tall blonde wearing a white tank top and blue capris length jeans. Her right nipple was quite visible under her damp top. As she stood on the edge of the river and stepped into her flip-flops she was surveying the pretty barren and open area. About five feet above here is a fairly thickly treed slope but it’s a pretty steep climb. She looked back at her friend in the raft and shrugged before walking to the very far end of the rocky space and looked up the river for about ten seconds before hesitantly pulling her pants down and squatting with one hand perched against the slope. After some more hesitation a visible splash appeared just ahead of her as she stared intently between her legs occasionally glancing towards her friend. After almost thirty seconds she stands up leaving a significant mark and with one hand tries to pull up her panties. Finally covered up she walks to the river to rinse off the muddy hand she balanced herself with and then straightened her pants. Standing next to the raft she gestured her friend towards where she had peed but the other girl only shook her head.
Shortly afterwards another large raft with about a dozen people stopped along the sandbar and two blonde girls in lifejackets and bikini bottoms got out and ran for the bushes while several guys let loose on the edge of the river. But they went completely out of sight.
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