Somehow I had to drive from one metro to another on a bus in Moscow, on the way there was a stop I needed. I stood waiting for the route I wanted. A little further away from the stop, a fancy foreign car stopped, and after a while Madame came out of it, in an expensive fur coat from a clearly rare beast, generally fancy. She left, and immediately, without closing the door, stopped abruptly, pretending that she was looking for something in her pocket. For some time she stood still, then slammed the door and rushed through the footpath into the courtyards. It became interesting to me, simply because it was boring to just stand at a bus stop, and I began to look after her. Just behind the bus stop, there was a corner of the house, a staircase downstairs and a pay toilet downstairs in the end of the house. In the female half there was a big line, about five or six people stood even on the street. It’s just that at that time in Moscow there was a tension with toilets in general, these are now the dry closets ponadavili, if you are not shy - go write.

The lady in the fur coat lingered on the stairs with her legs crossed. Already it became clear where she so briskly headed. It became doubtful that she was in such a position; she could endure the entire queue. And I was not mistaken, the lady decided on a desperate step. The men's room was around the corner and his door was not visible from the ladies. There was clearly no queue. And in general, women’s queue is always and everywhere longer, because a man, if he is very impatient, will spit on morality and stand behind the nearest tree. A woman, as morality is not spit, you still have to perk up all this business, sit down ... And where is she, so heaped up, to expose her ass to the people? I went down the stairs to see how it would end. In general, Madame, Rushed to the male, but there it was. Male, as it turned out, was generally closed. Moreover, in front of the stairs leading to the basement of the toilet, the passage was closed on the lattice.

The lady, having decided on such an act, intended to be relieved soon, had already unbuttoned her fur coat, put her hands under the mini-skirt, so as to quickly pull off her panties with tights, and inwardly no longer restrained, when suddenly the path to the saving push was blocked by the grille. The lady almost ran into her run and further, for her everything was in slow motion. Feeling like treacherous droplets of urine soak her panties, she freed one hand and thrust it into the crotch, and the other began to shake the lattice furiously. At the same time, she howled with tears, tears running down her face, smearing cosmetics. A man came out at the noise from the toilet and stared at the picture that had opened to him. Upstairs stood a luxurious woman, with her hand between her legs, along which streams were already flowing. The lady stopped shaking the grate when she saw the man, but continued to moo something unintelligible.

A man from such a spectacle instantly excited and forgot about everything. With shaking hands, he unbuttoned his fly, pulled out a member and looked at the streams crawling up the stairs, began to masturbate. The lady finally relaxed her bladder, and along the walls, and the stairs of the descent, powerful fountains appeared from under her hands. The man finished literally in a minute, mixing the shot of sperm with urine. Lady, as if reluctantly pulled her hand out of the crotch. Urine dripped from the arm, exactly as from the skirt, from panties and pantyhose. They stared at each other for a minute, a stunned man, with an expression of an endless thrill in his eyes and a lady, with spreading mascara on his face and a pool of urine, and dispersed. A man to himself, to the toilet, and the lady, without even realizing to fasten a fur coat to hide wet tights, dragged herself back up the stairs to her foreign car. Passing by the women's toilet, she still heard the whisper of the queue behind her: “Look, I’m pissed off, I’d ask, we’d let it go ...”