A few years ago, I was hanging around the city with a group of buddies. Time went by in the evening, and some members of the company began to behave quite noisy. Realizing that this fun would soon turn into street hooliganism, I decided to leave before the police arrived. Passing unnoticed through the crowd, I went to my house.
When I crossed the street, suddenly, to my right I heard laughter. Two girls, both very drunk, were loudly discussing the fact that one of them wanted to sikt very much and simply could not wait any longer. I was at a decent distance from them, and, moreover, under the gas, so I did not catch the whole conversation, but I slowed down, curious about what should happen.
Suddenly, the one that needed, blurted out: “Look, I do not hesitate, I even do not care! I'm not worried about someone seeing me! ” I almost stopped. Then she looked at me and asked: “Are you interested? Would you be interested if I was here? Well, you? ”My thoughts became confused. Although I said this, I didn’t want to hear my voice: “Damn it. Go where you were going. ”The girl, pleased with my answer, turned to her friend and said:“ Well, you see? He doesn't mind. Nobody mind! Well, I will do it! I'll pee right here! ”
With this remark, she turned a quarter of a circle, lifted her white skirt of medium length (the fabric looked like rough cotton, but not of a dark color and probably was quite heavy), completely pulled down her pants and sticking out her ass on a small lawn between the pavement and the street. Meanwhile, her friend, standing in front of her, did not do anything to prevent me from watching them, and I could see everything from a distance of 2-3 meters.
In the meantime, the drunk girl completely opened her ass and everything underneath it. But I did not have time to consider everything, as she began to write - vengefully looking at me. This meant that I had to not stop. For some reason, I continued to walk slowly, but my eyes looked at them.
She watered for about a minute, but in such situations, time is known to slow down. Needless to say, I saw everything. I heard the hiss of the stream running out of it, and could hear the splash on the grass. Saw the stream: straight, narrow and strong, and saw a puddle below. And in the light of the lantern, I noticed a dark tuft of hair between her legs and could see a thick wrinkle above. I was so close that I could touch her hand.
Finally, I pulled myself together and got ready to continue on my way. After walking a little, I turned around and saw that her friend had fallen as if in an apoplexic fit, and then a police siren was heard in the distance. It all happened when she finished writing, so don't think that I missed something.
When the girl finished, she lagged a little, then got up, lowered her skirt, pulled her panties down to her legs, and approached her friend a little, without saying a word. Her friend, meanwhile, who came to her senses, stood with a stupid look and gazed at me with an obvious desire to make me leave and forget this incident. Of course, I went as fast as I could, because the siren was already nearby, but I couldn’t forget this passage, sorry.
Unfortunately, I could not find this girl writing in front of me, I was thinking about her trick, and this memory remains the greatest in my life. In addition, this case led to the emergence of my new interest.