A strange story happened to me one autumn evening.

My friend Borka and I were returning from a friendly party. We were not far to go, minutes 20-25. It was quite cold outside, it was drizzling light rain, and we walked under an umbrella, closely hugging each other.

We have been together for a whole year, and that remarkable intimacy has been established between us when we don’t need to say anything, everything is clear without words. We had a wonderful time together; I was not so good and easy with anyone before him.

Whether cold, or abundance of alcohol at a party, but my bladder began to complain as soon as we left from friends. It was possible, of course, to return, but the road was coming so narrow-minded that I decided to take it home.

We walked as two lovers go, then talking about something in a vigilance, then stopping to kiss. During one of these stops, I felt a painful spasm in the bladder. Drunk strongly begged outside.

I recoiled from Borka so much that he looked at me with genuine concern.

- What happened? He asked, seeing my panic.

“I really want to write,” I replied.

“Well, let's pee,” he suggested. Neither he nor I have ever made problems from such a simple and natural thing as emptying the bladder.

- No, it is technically difficult. Nothing, I will suffer. Not so scary.

The fact is that under a warm coat I was wearing a jumpsuit. In order to pee, I would have to undress completely, which at such a cold seemed terribly uncomfortable. Yes, and before the house was already within reach.

Already at the entrance I was overtaken by a new urge, much stronger than the previous one. In order to restrain myself, I had to stop and cross my legs, but still some particularly harmful droplets still managed to seep into my brand new wine-colored silk panties, with which I intended to seduce Borka after the party.

“My God, I didn’t have enough to piss on the threshold of my own house!” Thought flashed. Yes, that would be terrible.

While I stood like that, unable to move, Borka looked at me sympathetically. And I burned with shame under his gaze.

“Well, let's go already,” he said.

- I can not. Wait a second. I’m going to describe myself if I budge.

It must be said that at this moment his expression somehow strangely changed, became more tense, or something. But I was not in the mood for analyzing his facial expressions — I was completely and completely taken up by an incredibly overgrown natural need.

Finally, I was able to unclench my legs and move. We entered the porch and called the elevator. While the old elevator was slowly creeping down, I was walking around the playground - I was no longer able to stand still. My face flushed with shame. That the lover saw me in such a shameful state!

“Turn away, don't look at me, I feel so bad,” I asked him. He delicately turned away.

Finally came the elevator. We went inside, and the booth slowly and sadly crawled up now. Only four floors, but what an eternity they seemed to me! I was already standing, with my legs crossed tightly and my arm in my crotch. All this helped, but not one hundred percent - I felt like urine dripping from my tortured bladder in a bit, soaking in new silk panties. To hell with them, with panties, just not to piss here in front of him! I felt that this could happen at any moment.

Finally we got to the door of my quartet. I pulled the keys out of my bag and began to frantically open the door, but from the excitement I could not get into the keyhole. Seeing my deplorable state, Borka said:

- Let me open it.

- Come on, just hurry, for God's sake. I'm going to flow now.

Holding my hand between my legs, I danced on the spot and ached:

- Oh, how to write like! Oh, mommy, I'm going to burst! Let's open it faster, I'm writing in my pants now!

Finally, the old castle succumbed. Door opened.Borka, being a gentleman, let me into the apartment, helped me take off my coat. I wanted to quickly flush the toilet, but it wasn’t there - a new spasm struck me, and I froze in my throat, putting my hand between crossed legs and tightly gripping the crotch. I felt that the fabric under my fingers was already completely wet. Lord, if only there was nothing to be seen! Everything, I am at home now, now relief will come. The worst has passed.

It was necessary only to unbutton the buttons on the overalls, pull the arms out of the sleeves - and then everything is simple. But how, tell me, do it with one hand - after all, the second is firmly clamped by my tortured crotch? I just wanted to piss unbearably, and I felt that I would wet myself as soon as I removed my hand. I looked around helplessly. Borka stood in the hallway and watched me with curiosity.

- Borechka, my dear, help me, please! - I begged.

- What?

- Unzip my top and take it off me. I can not, my hands are busy - I had to somehow save the situation, and I decided that a little humor here would not hurt.

Without taking his eyes off me, he unbuttoned the jumpsuit and pulled it off my shoulders. I took a step towards the desired goal, but then Borka put his arm around me and drew me to him.

- Wait a minute. I pee and come to you, ”I whispered.

To my surprise, he did not think to obey. He looked at me in a strange way, his eyes sparkled.

I was indignant:

- Do not you understand? I want to write to die, I already have all my pants wet! Do you want me here to piss off you?

“Yes,” came the quick reply. - Yes, I want you to piss on my eyes. Please do it for me!

I looked at him in surprise and did not recognize my Borka. His eyes were half closed, there was a strange expression on his face. As crazy, I thought. What is wrong with him?

But I didn’t have time to think about it. It was necessary to urgently make a decision. To hell with him, let him watch if he so desires! All the same, all the clothes are already wet. Why not make a good man happy!

With that thought, I sighed, spread my legs wider.

- Well, look!

I relaxed my muscles, and a hot fountain of urine poured over my legs, soaking the cloth.

Borka opened his mouth, looked at how I began to write. Then he came close to me and put his hand on the wet tissue between my legs.

- I swear to you, this is the most erotic that I have seen in my life! You can't imagine how you turned me on!

With these words, he took my hand and put it on his fly. I felt a huge bulge ripping his jeans.

His hand, meanwhile, did not lose time - she rubbed my crotch, felt her, caressed her through wet cloth. At the same time, I continued to write, feeling tremendous pulsating pleasure between my legs. His nameless finger slipped under my wet panties and quickly broke into the vagina. A few movements - and I shook an orgasm, equal to which I had never experienced before.

Not allowing me to take a breath, he pulled his penis out of his fly and pressed him against my wet shorts. Densely pressed against my tummy, he began rubbing against him, and then simply pushed the fabric of his underpants off to the side and entered me, moving hard and wide, whispering incoherently to me the sweetest and shameless words in the world.

That night I had the most amazing sex in my life. My lover, and before showing miracles of ingenuity in caresses, surpassed himself. We loved each other all night long, and even when we fell asleep in the morning, his dick remained in me ...

It was exactly ten years ago. Our eldest daughter is nine years old, the youngest is five.