It was behind her swimming trunks, but then, looking at Julia, she changed her mind and, leaving the swimming trunks on the bedspread, ran naked into the water.

“I don’t want to wet, it’s necessary to get ready,” she justified before us.

Julia joined her.

When the photography session was over, we all went for a swim the last time, too, and began to go home.

We began to collect our things: it turned out to be much smaller than when we came here, and it was much easier to walk. In addition, it was getting dark, and the air was filled with coolness. We decided to go back in some swimsuits so as not to put clothes on the wet body. Irina was already in the bra from the moment when we took the photo, Natashka also quickly put on the melt and the bra, and shod herself in her shoes. Julia got out of the bag her trousers, pulled them on herself, put on her socks with sneakers and, as she didn’t have a bra at all, she didn’t wear anything else, she just took the bag in her hand and got together with everyone to leave.

- Put on the shirt, Julia, - said Irina.

- I do not want yet. You're all in some swimsuits! All the more all the same, it is getting dark already.

We hit the road. Coming out of the forest, went on the road leading to the village. When we got to the Coastal nine-story building, the light was already lit in many windows. Passing several yards, we reached Irina. It is probably interesting to walk around the village with bare breasts. Since I am not a woman, I am not destined to understand this. Somehow I was in the same swimming trunks, - like, what is it? Indeed, there were not many people on the street, nevertheless, it seemed that many of us (more precisely, Julia) were watching with interest. But it seemed to me. I don't know her. She held so naturally that her breasts, although they were bare, looked just like a harmonious attribute of her extravagant bathing suit.

We reached Irkina entrance, and went up to her house. Irkin's brother was already at home.

- Well, how were you delayed?

- Wonderful! - said Irina. - Even a striptease staged.

- I see, - her brother answered her, while squinting at Julia.

We fry crucians, Irka hastily cut the salad, and cooked potatoes on our whole horde. After an active holiday, any dinner seemed just heavenly. Having a little rest after eating and looking at a piece of a movie in the “box”, we all, except Natasha, who, like Irina, lived in the village, put on “top” clothes, said goodbye to the hostess and went to the city. Julia put on only a T-shirt, but didn’t put on her shorts, deciding to go on the bus just in her narrow, shiny, bright blue swimming trunks, which were not badly combined with her short white T-shirt and white socks. And here, leaving the house, we headed for the bus stop.

Bus barely waited. And he was the last and almost empty. On the way back, I was again close to Julia. On the way, we exchanged impressions of our trip with her, now I already had something to talk about with her, and I hardly managed to insert a word between her remarks. Julia sat, elegantly throwing her beautiful tanned legs at each other, and talked to me and Arthur, who was sitting opposite. Her legs were so narrow that the beautiful thighs were also completely exposed from the sides. I suddenly realized that Julia was sitting on the seat, touching him with almost bare buttocks. This thought once again that day caused my blood flow to my “man's dignity”.

In general, everything would be fine if it were not for one circumstance. At about half the road, Julia suddenly wanted to go to the toilet again. The amount of beer drunk made itself felt, and nothing could be done about it. At first, she just silently endured, I just noticed that she could not find a place for her legs: she would put them straight, she would squeeze, then she would throw one over the other.Then Julia told me in a low voice that she was completely unbearable, and she had no idea how she could reach the house. In every way I tried to calm her down and encourage her, I even began to tell the story, as I once experienced this kind of problem myself. But Julia, having already strained, apparently, from her last strength, squeezed her legs strongly and became a palm, through swimming trunks, pressing herself on the pubis and crotch. I felt sincerely sorry for Julia. She nevertheless somewhat calmed down, apparently, the desire to write it somewhat let go. But not for long. Suddenly, Julia sharply moved her legs again, and began to rub her hand convulsively between her legs. She could no longer tolerate. Julia launched her hand right under the swimming trunks, and began to rub her hand under the swimming trunks. Despite the fact that I was very sympathetic to her, the sight of her rubbing her crotch while holding her hand under her shorts right on the bus brought me into a strong erotic excitement. Fortunately, when we had only a short ride, Julia let go again, and she sighed with relief. Obviously, she endured. “The main thing is that a strong desire does not catch her again until she gets to the house,” they thought, for sure, both of us. But she was still quite normal.

Finally, the long-awaited, so cherished, so welcome our stop! I, it seemed, himself was filled with Yulkina's problem. We got off the bus first, and I gave her my hand.

“Well, okay, I’ll go home right away, otherwise I’d have to hurry,” she said, going down the step, “although I’m not really going to the toilet yet, but at any moment I might want to go again, and then I’ll have to run.

- Yes, you go to a stop, - I suggested, - it is dark and there is no one.

“Then come with me, stand on the line,” Julia asked.

We two went to a stop and stopped near a small lawn. I looked around: there is no one around. Julia sat on the lawn under the trees, dropping her panty pants almost to her knees. About five seconds later, it poured. She looked at me with a smile of relief, I nodded approvingly at her. Of course, she was not ashamed of me at all, especially since there, on the bank of Krasavka, she wrote a couple of times without embarrassment at all. And now she is sitting at the stop with the swimming trunks lowered, and I am “guarding” her. It poured out of it for a very long time. Finally, after peeing, Julia got up, pulled up the floats, and we approached our guys, who were waiting at the bus stop.

“It would be great once again to go all together so,” she said when we were crossing the road.

I wanted to take Yulka home, but thanking me, she replied that she lived nearby and would reach home herself. I did not insist: we reached the next intersection with everyone, then Julia said goodbye to us, shaking each hand with her little girl's palm, and I wished her to reach home safely. She, having departed a little, suddenly stopped and, turning and waving her hand in farewell, turned around again and, not hurrying anymore, went down the street home.

We also said goodbye to Lyokha, Arthur, Katka and Yulka.

I looked at Julia leaving the distance. In the darkness of the summer night, her beautiful tanned buttocks, between which only a narrow blue strip of swimming trunks remained, left the few passers-by left on the street with an almost overwhelming desire to look back after her ...

Ps. I met with all my newly acquired acquaintances more than once, except for Yulka. I never saw her again.

All the characters and events are real. The names of the characters, for a certain reason, are changed.

And one more note. Anticipating a possible question in advance, I urge you not to send me applications with a request to send photos from that picnic. I have no right to this without the permission of all our guys and girls. And, since I have already lost contact with many of them, it is not possible to get such permission.