This story took place in a suburban bus that was traveling from Kingissepp (this is such a small town in the Leningrad region) to St. Petersburg. The main heroine of the story is my beautiful mistress Marina, whom I then met. I will describe it for a start; not just to tell about it to you, the reader, but also for your own pleasure. The image of this amazing woman just drives me crazy.

Here it is: a small, very tiny body and at the same time also a thin waist; small, perfectly shaped breasts, not too elastic, with pink, always tight nipples; hips like a teenage girl, but pleasing to the eye with roundness of forms inherent in a mature woman; A tiny but soft ass with amazingly smooth, velvety skin, which I adored to stroke, every now and then running my hand between her legs ... And between the Marinine slender legs there was a real treasure. The small lips of her gap really corresponded to their name, that is, they were small, and completely hid between the outer lips in a quiescent state, and did not stick out, like most women did. Only a few times, when we rested after stormy love making, I noticed that her small lips, swollen with excitement, look out of the gap like two pink petals. I adored at such moments to push Marinina to a crack of fingers and examine, study her, just devour eyes. At first she was noticeably shy of such a “gynecological” examination, but then she relaxed and allowed me to look at my most intimate place in bright light for a long time, bringing my face close to him. Sometimes she, truth, jealously grumbled something like “yes you love her more than me”, but, of course, in jest. Marina had a rather large clitoris, and after making love, when I used to like to make another examination of her gaps, he remained hard for a long time, like a nut, speaking at the upper edge of the cracks. The entrance to the vagina at such moments was always filled with a transparent lubricant that still stood out and flowed down her bottom.

What intrigued me especially and intrigued her slits was that the writing hole was completely invisible. After all, usually in women this hole, although small, is still quite possible to see it just above the entrance to the vagina, if you widely move your lips. Marina, it seemed, was so tiny that it was not at all noticeable. I knew that this hole would be visible if Marina pees, allowing me to push her open and watch, but did not dare to ask her about it. I was not sure that she would normally accept my request, but I really didn’t want to disturb the harmony of our relations.

Well, I told you a little about Marina, I hope that you, the reader, are now also slightly in love with her. Let us return to the events of the summer of 2000, to which this story is dedicated. I, as usual, came to her dacha. I myself am from St. Petersburg, and Marina too, and I don’t know what she did in Kingisesepp, and whether that house in which she accepted me was a dacha. However, it didn’t particularly bother me, I just came a couple of times a month and we wonderfully spent a day or two together in a small cozy private house, in which there was no one but us.

I arrived in the evening and Marina met me, being slightly tipsy. She immediately offered a drink. Actually, we never drank with her, except for the day of our acquaintance (this is a separate story, a topic for another story). I agreed with pleasure and some curiosity: the meeting promised to be not quite ordinary.

During the evening, we drank a few bottles of wine, added cognac, and Marina, as they say, carried. She radiated energy and chatted without a break, beaming her charming smile. She first told me something from her life, although we had already known each other for more than half a year.She mentioned that at the end of the seventies she was a student, and I realized that Marina was at least ten years older than me. I, in 2000, was 27.

Pretty much plucking, we moved to bed. When, after a fierce love fight, we lay together and smoked relaxedly, I decided: now or never. The best moment to tell about their unusual fantasies will not be. After sipping some wine, I said:

- Marish, and you have no desire to try something unusual in sex?

- Why are you asking? And you have? She asked, lifting herself up on one elbow. Marina, being a very intelligent woman, immediately saw that I really wanted to tell her something.

- I have? Well, actually, there is, - I said, trying to hide the excitement that swept me.

Marina was silent, looking inquiringly at me in the twilight and smiling slightly. I decided:

- Marish, it excites me when: when a woman does wee-wee. And even more, much more, when she wants, but is restrained.

When I said this, I turned my eyes away from her, and when our eyes met again, a broad smile lit up her face. She brought her lips close to mine and whispered playfully:

- You have my charm.

Our lips joined in a kiss. I was overwhelmed by such unrestrained tenderness towards this woman, such a storm of feelings that I simply did not remember myself. I squeezed her in my arms, stroked, squeezed, and we kissed without stopping like crazy. She lay on top of me and rubbed her hips, legs slightly apart. When my petrified penis entered her slit again, Marina finally broke away from the kiss and whispered in my ear:

- You will not believe, I want to write right now. True true. When I went to bed, I wanted a little bit.

- So, now is not a little bit?

- Already a little. Even as a little, - she began to move on my penis.

- Does it bother you? I asked, moving my hips to meet her.

She did not answer, only accelerated movement. I was incredibly wildly excited. Her mad jump on me lasted a long time, and then she suddenly rose. I thought that she would go to the toilet, but she got on all fours next to her on the bed, inviting me to come in from behind. Marina loved this position, but I knew that if she really wanted to write, in this position my dick would put pressure on her bladder directly. I sat behind her and instead of a member put two fingers into the vagina. As soon as I began to massage the bottom wall, Marina screamed:

- Ay! I want to write!

- Highly? - I have increased the pressure.

- Ay! - she screamed even louder and pulled away.

Turning on her back, she looked at me. I wondered if I had gone too far, if I had not frightened her away, but she drew me to her, and we again made love. Marina began rubbing the top of her fingers with her fingers, and after a minute her vagina tightened convulsively. She always finished. I slowed down the movement, and then completely out of it. She looked at me in surprise (I usually kept moving until I finished).

But I knew what I wanted, and I was almost sure that Marina would understand me now.

I gently parted her legs to the side, took the lamp, which stood near the bed, and put it on the bed. Then he spread her fingers wide apart. Of course, I didn't have to say anything. She closed her eyes, and after a few weary seconds released the first small trickle. Her slit was perfectly visible by the light of the lamp, and I enthusiastically noticed how a little higher than the entrance to the vagina, where it should be, a hole became visible, not even a hole, but a tiny slit some millimeters long. The thought of "slit inside the gap" added a little bit more to my already crazy excitement, and I put my hand on my penis. Marina released a few golden fountains, and one of them, burning hot, got on my knee. After a moment, Marina’s belly and even the face of my sperm splashed out.

A: We lay silently for a long time. At first, I was even dizzy from overexcitement at first, but soon everything returned to normal and a state of blissful relaxation began ....