It was late spring. On that day I was big, and as it seemed to me then, I had a falling out with my girl forever. My heart was sickening, and it was difficult to understand that I wanted more sex now or to get drunk. It was about 12 o'clock in the evening, I was late to visit, and I didn’t think of anything better than to go to a night cafe near the house. After sitting there for up to 3 hours, the cafe began to empty, my casual interlocutors at the table began to disperse, I was also going home pretty drunk. But I did not have time to wait for the settlement with the waiter, as 3 girls of 25 years old flew into the cafe, obviously drunk. Assessing the situation sat down at my table. They ordered a beer, constantly laughed, in general, once immediately attracted to themselves. The conversation quickly turned out, met. It turned out that one of them, her name was Lida, had a similar problem — left her husband, as explained — got it. On this subject, we mostly chatted. The girls drank 2 cups of beer and ran to the toilet, Lida refused, although I noticed a long time ago that it wouldn’t hurt her either - she squeezed rhythmically, then crossed her 8-legged leg and swayed, rubbed her knee on her knee, fidgeted on the chair , sometimes distracted from the conversation and focused looking somewhere down. All this was not so obvious, but I noticed, and it occurred to me that she just liked this state. Frankly, it brought me a little bit.

It has long been known (I have information from girlfriends, from various articles and the Internet) that some girls are excited by the feeling of an overflowing bladder (there is something related to muscle tension, pressure on some zones). Interestingly, it turns out that some people can even excite situation ... if they accidentally found themselves in a crowded place, they can not escape from the eyes or hold back anymore. There are those who do it on purpose, and so on and so forth.

One of my girlfriends (always amusing me with her frankness) admitted that she could only have come to an end if she wanted to use the toilet strongly and when she strained her muscles, restraining herself until the last moment so as not to register. Sometimes she deliberately did it with her in the bathroom right in the clothes (with her words ... "you can endure and catch the buzz longer) and said that masturbation with the help of squeezing the legs with a bladder overflowed, if you don't accidentally finish it before and this then takes place simultaneously in duration and strength of orgasm will not replace a single man.

So, “going back to the cafe,” I must say that Lida was a very beautiful girl - not tall, big brown eyes, brown hair, short hair, makeup in moderation. Through the light beige light sweater on her naked body, her nipples of her small breasts were tight and slightly protruding upward. Black short skirt from dense material like jeans, flesh-colored tights, fitting her beautiful legs on which were sandals with three thin leather straps.

We were already well drunk when we were ready to leave the cafe. I remember only the moment when Lida got up, and I saw on her chair a barely noticeable wet spot and a small dark mark on her skirt. There are things that are difficult to explain, but for some reason this also aroused me a little. We went out into the street and were about to go home, but then it turned out like M. Zadornov ... a Russian man has 1 bottle - a lot, 2 is normal, and 3 is not enough. So we ... went to the night shop, took another bottle of treshka. They sat on the fence (pipe) from the store to drink beer. Here the girls and me, by the way, to say, again “itch”, as they drank beer not measured. And again, like the first time, Lida suddenly declares - you go, I don’t want to.

Well, I have no doubts left anymore, that she really likes to endure. As we celebrated our need (girls left, boys to the right), thank goodness the night is dark and there are no passersby, I glanced at Lida.Lida sat leaning forward and squeezed her legs together at the knees, her feet were wide apart, the back of the skirt was hanging from the pipe, i.e. Lida was sitting on the pipe without spreading the skirt, although the pipe was rather cold. And you will not believe me, she was looking down at her feet, where a small puddle began to form, easily noticeable due to the reflection of the lantern. While her two girlfriends were busy in the bushes, I did my job and, unnoticed by Lida, approached her. Pretending that I did not notice anything, I said loudly - why are you sad? It can be seen I strongly frightened her, because my appearance was a surprise for her. She shuddered, immediately jumped to her feet, immediately squeezing tightly at first, and then crossing them. After a few seconds, I saw barely noticeable traces of streams on her pantyhose. Without putting on a mind I began to carry some sort of nonsense, she kept up the conversation. But the thought didn’t leave her mind - why she didn’t go to the toilet with the girls, but chose to put a trickle in her clothes. In short, all this more and more turned me on.

Then the girls arrived, we talked about something else and drank beer, although it didn’t go away, to be honest. In the end, I suggested to Lida to go to my house, she refused, but asked to see her home. Thank God, her girlfriends had to go the other way and we were finally left alone. She lived nearby in a 9-storey panel house. I offered to go to her, but she said that at home mom and her can not. We climbed to the second floor, we still had a beer and I offered to smoke at the site. It was night, quiet in the entrance. I do not remember how it happened, but we started kissing.

Kiss business, of course, is not over - I started to caress her breasts, fell lower and lower, until I got to the edge of her skirt. Then I felt her wet tights and then lifting the skirt touched to the most cherished places so warm and wet. To the touch, I realized that among other things, she was all over with grease that was leaking through her panties and pantyhose, I could even smell her. It was something. I continued to kiss her, caress her breasts and wet pussy through pantyhose. And then I asked a stupid and untimely question ... do you want to write? I was afraid that she would answer something rude (in a different situation and if we were sober, it probably would have happened), but she continued to kiss softly, saying - YES. If you want to stand back, will I turn away? - NOT. Do you like to endure? - YES, you feel the feeling of wet panties? - silence. I was already on edge, she, too, was abruptly breathing and trembling, it was all like fire. I tried to take off her clothes, but she said no, not today. I had no choice but to continue to caress her. I felt like through her tights on my hand somehow impulsively gets her moisture. Then she said - I can not bear it anymore, put my hand on the top of mine and started rubbing my pussy with my hand faster and faster. Then she stopped breathing, then let go of my hand and I felt a wave of orgasm pass through her body, then (I don’t know how long it lasted) along with the rhythmic winches of her belly, I felt a jet streaming through her panties, tights on my hand and flowing down between her legs wide apart. How much we stood and then, I do not know, and I do not know how to resist, so as not to end with it ...

From the stupor we were led out by a slammed door in the entrance. We looked at the clock was about 7 o'clock in the morning. I lost my mind, said Lida and added ... let's go to the top soon, now mother will go to work. And indeed, as soon as we reached the 5th floor, the door from which Lidina left Mom opened below the floor and began to walk down the stairs in quick steps. Yes, I can imagine what would happen if she caught us, Lida said looking down at her wet tights and laughed. Okay, let's go to me, she said, only quickly until the neighbors woke up.

And then ..., then there were hours of unforgettable sex ...

When I went back to Lida in the evening of the same day, the door was opened by her mother and said that Lida does not live here, but lives with her husband and asked her not to give her phone number to anyone.In this unexpected and prosaic this amazing and one of the most unforgettable days for me last spring ended.