Tanya came to Moscow the day before yesterday, settled with relatives, and today she has already written the entrance exam to the university and - she had a presentiment - everything is correct, without mistakes!

The bright afternoon sun found her in the little square of the boulevard with two new acquaintances — the undergraduates of the same institute. The three of them sat on the benches, drank beer straight from the bottles, slowly chatted, touching on serious philosophical and scientific topics. And these two attentively listened to her without a shadow of indulgence or ridicule. Tatiana was happy, she felt like a real adult student. It was Tatiana's day in the middle of a hot summer!

The day passed on into the evening when the battery of bottles thinned and disappeared. The only reminder that she had not disappeared without a trace was a heaviness in the lower abdomen. Tanya caught herself not being able to sit comfortably, she was constantly fidgeting, the increasing pressure did not give rest.

After a short time, they began to say goodbye. Tanya felt almost fine - slightly drunk, contented, but: she really wanted to go to the toilet! Did the guys live in houses somewhere nearby, may some of them ask for it?

They will think that concerned:

And if you say why?

“I really want to pee, let me go in?” Kindergarten! She is almost a student, an independent, serious woman. Never! Half an hour on the subway, five minutes walk - and she is at home.

When she reached the subway, she calmed down a bit - walking on foot made it easier for her to be patient - but a bullet jumped out of the car at the next station. Squeezed by the crowd, she barely restrained herself when the passengers, pushing for the exit, pressed on her stomach (even squeaked in pain!), And falling down with the crowd during heavy braking, it was possible that she let out a trickle (or did she think?).

Tanya ran up the escalator, climbed out and walked away, where her eyes were. It was a little easier to walk, but the pressure below was rapidly growing, as if suddenly powerful pumps were switched on by pushing the pressure in the lower abdomen. The tension became unbearable, she added a step, tears came to her eyes. Breaking into a run, she went to the arch of the doorways, but already running under her, I realized that she was leading into a quiet courtyard, where several old women sat on benches and young mothers walk their babies. Back on the street was late.

Tanya did not feel that she was “about to explode,” as her friends said in such cases, she felt that at some point she simply “would not hold the valve.” And it was a matter of a few seconds.

The thought of a physics course came to mind, that liquids are incompressible, and if you “pull” even a little bit, even a few drops, it will become much easier. Urgently consider how to be!

She plopped down on an empty bench aside under a tree, pressed her pipka as hard as possible to the seat and, it seemed, thoughtful how to remove the hem of the dress from under herself, but in the next second she felt how dark her eyes were from the tension. Right now, do it yourself, or it will definitely happen involuntarily!

Obeying a painful jolt downstairs, for a moment she relaxed, letting out a short trickle and sank again - oh, oh, oh, oh, when will it feel better !? It will be easier to sustain another second: - she listened to the strange tickling sensation in the perineum and suddenly realized that it: From her continues to ooze! Not! How so?! Closing her eyes, Tanya stiffened with all her strength, clenched her fists and knees, her shoes lifted from the ground, but she already felt herself - the body stopped obeying it. Unable to hurt herself anymore, she exhaled and relaxed:

The pain receded gradually, as her distracted crotch slowly released from the spasm, and the emitted flow increased.She felt how warm moisture fills everything under her, rises up the back of her panties, swells, soaks the back of the hem, and rustling small streams rustle into the grass.

Tanya was sitting with tears in her eyes, but the despair that was experienced was replaced by a universal happiness of relief, it made her forget about everything. In addition, there was another unusual sensation: the liquid spurting under pressure, not finding a way down, twisted her pipka, flowed and tickled the lower part of the delicate inner side between the buttocks behind, under tightly pressed hips in front

The combination of these experiences caused a little excitement. Tanya was straining, and the increased flow responded with a wave of pleasant languor between her legs.

Finally, he seemed to have dried up; These manipulations increased the excitement, she immediately wanted to bring herself to orgasm. She quickly poelozila on the bench, but it did not work, and the desire will be suppressed by the effort (not to give up, Tanya masturbated regularly, but if someone found out about it, or even said “this word” next to her, she would die on the spot).

On the agenda was the question: what to do next?

In front of her dress was dry - tight hips did not allow moisture to leak up, but behind all the dress and panties were completely wet (she leaned back on the bench) to the gum! Do you have to sit here until everything is dry? Tanya, with anguish, looked up at the sky and immediately smacked a large wet drop on her nose:

After a few seconds, the inhabitants of the courtyard were surprised to glance at the girl sitting on the stool. She did not follow their example, did not run away from the courtyard, but after waiting a little, she got up and calmly walked away, exposing her face and palms to warm Moscow rain :.