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A sudden urge strikes as she walks through the crowded park. She finds a quiet spot, her fingers fumbling with her shorts, pushing them aside. The relief is immediate, the stream steady. Her red shorts darken, the wet patch growing, as she tries to maintain composure. The cool evening air against her dripping crotch sends shivers up her spine, heightening her senses. She's not alone for long, as curious eyes spot her, drawn to the telltale wetness staining her shorts.