and not just because of alcohol.

When we went outside, I again went to the bushes. Marina quietly smoked aside, not trying to join me. On the way to the bus station, I was tempted to ask how much she wanted now, but I kept myself, remembering this promise. There was nothing visible on Marinina’s walk. It turned out that the nearest bus to St. Petersburg was still almost half an hour. And then - here is a surprise! - Marina herself offered to take another bottle of beer for two. I was amazed. Is she really so confident in her abilities that she is not afraid to get on a bus that goes for two hours without intermediate stops, with an overflowing bladder?

I did not mind and ran into the stall. I was driven by the fear that during my absence she was going to the toilet, and therefore I was as fast as a meteor. Marina stood at the same place, near the stand with the schedule, and greeted me with a condescending smile.

- Afraid that I will escape from you? Relax and enjoy. After all, I try to deliver it to you, you little fool.

- Do you really want it yourself? - I asked, not paying attention to her acrimony.

- I really want to. And I really want to empty my bladder. But it seems to me it does not soon shine. I excite you? - she looked at me with interest.

“I'm just losing my mind,” I answered absolutely honestly.

Marina quite smiled, and I thought that she really liked this game. At least now, while the desire has not yet reached an extreme degree. I pressed her to me and I had a desire to run a hand under her dress and to feel whether a hard bulge appeared in the bottom of her belly, which happens to women when they strongly want to be “small. But Marina stopped my hand and said softly that it was not now. I realized that on the road, when we were sitting next to her, she would allow me that, and maybe I could even get to her gap.

And finally, the bus came up. The salon did not fill up to the end, and we took the seats behind all passengers so that no one would stare at us. The best option was hard to wish for. Marina sat by the window and, leaning against me, laid her head on my shoulder. The bus went, and I had a thought that now she had nowhere to retreat. Simultaneously with the excitement, I was overwhelmed by tenderness for this woman, a feeling of gratitude for the fact that for me she went on such an experiment. I began to whisper various sweet words to her, talk about what an amazing woman she was, how I like to make love to her, remember the nights spent with her, talk about how good she is with her. Marina almost did not answer me, just listened. But several times she looked up to me, in which I read the same feelings. I began stroking her cheek with my palm, then went down to my chest and played for a long time through the thin fabric of the dress with her strained nipples. Marina did not wear a bra. She was wearing a short dress that did not cover her knees, and beneath it were beige tights, under which miniature white lace panties were hidden. And under the panties - oh, my God! - smoothly shaved slit, exhausted from the desire to pee.

Without ceasing to speak, I lowered my hand below, and my palm, climbing under the dress, felt the top edge of the pantyhose. The fingers gently pulled the gum. Marina not only did not mind, but also moved a little on the seat so that it was more convenient for me. My hand has moved lower: and here I was just amazed. Slightly above the brush of hair, which she usually left at the pubis, there was clearly felt a huge bulge for her slender figure, and most importantly, a tree-like bulge. Without a doubt, she very much wanted to write. I could not understand how she manages to behave so calmly and not show her condition. But after the start of the trip, no more than half an hour passed, and probably not all the drunk beer “filtered out” into her bladder.She obviously had to want even more.

I was trembling with excitement. My palm, trying not to press on the bulge, squeezed further. Marina slightly spread her legs (she was capable of it!) And her fingers went to the crack. And here - a new surprise! Lye exuded a lubricant, even the strip of lace fabric between the marinine legs was wet. I did not expect that in such a state she would be aroused by my caresses. I got one finger between my lips, went down to the hole, tried to get inside - it was almost unreal! The upper wall of the vagina due to overstretched bladder was convex and very hard. I did not squeeze my finger inside, so as not to interfere with her endure, and began to play with the clitoris. I stroked this hardened nutlet, then circled around it, then gently touched the very tip, and almost forgot about the time. And suddenly Marina squeezed her legs and whispered:

- Oh my God! Never in my life wanted to go to the toilet.

For about ten minutes we sat motionless, then she, slightly bent over, began to fidget slightly on the seat, squeezing her legs with a desperate effort. My hand remained in her panties. After a while, she tried to put her legs on the leg, but my hand prevented me from doing so.

“Take your hand off, please,” she asked, but as soon as I moved my palm, I suddenly squeaked, “No!” Better leave. Squeeze her, squeeze, oh, do anything! I can no longer, she whispered, barely audible.

She flexed, fidgeted, squeezed her legs so that my brush was already numb, but not a drop poured from her slit. My finger was still between her labia, and I felt that everything was dry there, all the grease had disappeared somewhere. I quietly glanced at my watch — there was less than half an hour to go. And the bus was driving pretty fast, and I thought that maybe less. We had almost entered the city line, various buildings stretched along the road, there were people here and there, and even if Marina now decided to ask the driver to stop and get off the bus, she still had no place to go. That she would not do this in public, near the road, I had no doubt. But she could just wait. It seemed to me that it is not exactly described. And then she suddenly looked at me. There was a panic in her eyes.

- I cant. I can not! My bladder will burst soon! Everything is already hurting me there, ”she moaned softly. - I feel my urinary burst!

“Marish, the only thing that can happen to you is that you are simply making out,” I replied.

She suddenly straightened herself on the seat and looked at me haughtily.

- What?! Well, I do not. I will not write for myself.

She even smiled. Before me was the same proud woman again. She demanded to take her hand out of her tights, and I obeyed. Taking out my hand, I felt that the bulge on her stomach had increased, rounded and became almost the size of a ball.

Marina, offended by my assumption, decided to pull herself together. She sat straight, not moving and not even squeezing her legs. I decided that everything, she would just make it to the end, come out and go to the toilet. But after some five minutes, she suddenly with a sharp movement put her hand between her legs. The dress whipped up and I saw how she began to squeeze and rub the crotch through the pantyhose. I could not stand it and put my hand on top of it. She did not mind, but simply sat silently, closing her eyes. And suddenly at some point she was all tense, like a spring, and I felt her fingers become wet. I touched the fabric of the tights on her thigh near the crotch, and felt that she was wet.

- Marin, be patient, quite a bit left! - I said. I knew that if she really described, it would be a flood for the whole bus. She kept herself, probably at least a liter and a half.

Marina mumbled something inarticulate, and after a few seconds, moisture appeared through her fingers again. The seat under it is probably already wet. I pulled a dress out from under her, since she was sitting on the very edge of it. Here Marina all went limp, as if a rod was removed from her body, which kept her in tension all this time.My fingers clenched between her legs and I saw a fountain of urine spray through my tights. Wet spot spread over the thighs.

- Marin, do not relax until the end, we have already arrived! After all all pantyhose get wet, - I whispered, and she let out all new portions. Tears streamed down her face, she was trembling finely. The bus was already entering the station:

People began to rise and gather in front of the cabin, at the exit. Marina opened her eyes.

- My God, I pissed!

I first heard from her that word. Our eyes met and I was surprised to see that she was laughing. It was some kind of hysterical laughter through tears. I covered her mouth with my hand:

- Hush, not enough yet to pay attention to us.

- They'll pay attention to me already! - Marina pointed to her pantyhose, which got wet almost to her knees. She was shaking with laughter. - I, by the way, still want. And very much so!

“Well, no, that's enough,” I replied and smiled too. - We arrived.

Indeed, the bus stopped and the people began to leave. We waited until the crowd at the exit would resolve, and quickly slipped out. Marinino dress did not completely cover wet tights. Fortunately, there was no queue near the toilet, and Marina, stepping over in small steps (she was worth the effort not to write further) hid in the women's section. When she came out a few minutes later, there was a wide happy smile on her face. She was wearing only one dress, she took off her pantyhose and left it in the toilet.

We got up close, I pressed Marina to me.

- Uff, it was something! I said after a few minutes.

- Yeah! She answered. What else could she answer?

- Well, for it is worth a drink. Maybe another beer?

- Easily! - Marina said fervently and we both burst out laughing.