It should be noted an interesting pattern ... since then. as I realized that I was not indifferent to women's writing, the possibilities of casual contemplation of this began to find me. Once I discovered a drunk girl right in my yard, behind my snow-covered car. On another occasion, he enthusiastically collected mushrooms and stopped literally a meter away, having heard the delicate “Ahem ...” of a car enthusiast, crouched in a deep forest, 10m from the side of the road, on which the car happens once a year. Of course, I try not to pay attention at all to the numerous cases of “outpouring” of various homeless people, alcoholics and other unsympathetic personalities.

A couple of times I tried to look at it in the performance of familiar women, telling them not to hide, but I realized that it was not mine. It brings people together in a friendly way, brings a slight piquancy, no more. I keep in mind the facts of random observation. Probably voyeurism ...

But one of the observations, cultivated in memory to the smallest detail, and not losing color to me after years, stands apart from the others.

At one time, my work was connected with daily hiking journeys. Hence the tradition of drinking a bottle or two of beer at the end of the day, before the final dive into the hot womb of the metro. So in this warm evening, I stood at the granite parapet of one of the tracks, converging to the entrance to the subway with rays. The branches and foliage of the hedge, opposite my place, formed, as it were, a window that allowed me to add to the pleasure of beer the pleasure of contemplating three young girls, aged 19-20, owners of very nice buttocks. They were jostling in the gap of the hedge bushes bordering the next, wide path, chirping briskly and drinking beer too.

I opened the second bottle. The path on which I stood at my parapet table was slightly lower, and now all three butts were in a magnificent perspective - the girls were sitting on a low metal fence passing through the bushes. Two of these pairs of young masterpieces of nature were covered with jeans and light summer trousers, and the third - the one that is in the middle - is covered with a short pleated skirt.

My attention was riveted to her more - she talked more actively and laughed more fun. Although, most likely, I noticed her because she constantly stood up, sat down, started up again, and showed off her slender, rounded girl hips in all its glory.

Soon it dawned on me that the sum of her gestures and poses was unequivocal ... getting up, she crossed her legs more and more tightly, thrusting her thumbs into the waist, sitting down, trying to hold the palm between her thighs and push the front edge of her skirt between them. Well, clearly, it was time for her to “free herself”.

After finishing the second bottle, I decided that I would be ready to leave when she would move away from her friends, or they would leave their “roost” together. I am sure not to wait long. The girls' conversation became quiet, they bowed to each other, suddenly burst out laughing. They laughed and whispered again, they were actively looking around. "My" average, in a skirt, wriggled on the fence again, settling herself comfortably - sat down deeper, leaning forward with her whole body. The edge of the skirt from the back rose higher, and I looked, unwittingly, hoping to see a piece of what was under it. However, the edge still closed the trusted treasure from my eyes. “Not at all,” I thought, “Now they will go to the public garden, and I have to go home ...”. Habits of "hunting" specifically do not have.

The girls, in the meantime, lit a cigarette for another cigarette and began to look at passersby, often dragging out and shaking off the ashes. As if they were not going to leave. “Mine” remained in the same position, and I again looked at the alluring edge of the skirt, when suddenly, for a second, I noticed a thin stream from under it.

I could not believe my eyes! My eyesight instantly sharpened, and a few drops that fell after this proved to me that I was not mistaken. The "average" quickly straightened up, again it was imported and looked around. She looked at me, but did not notice through the bushes.

What was it? I could not understand. Maybe she lost control and "pee"? Or is it somehow spilled beer? But the beer was on the ground in front of the fence ...

The three girlfriends turned to each other and, bursting out laughing, turned away again. "My" average calmly dragged on, blew smoke up, and without throwing a cigarette, again took up the fence with both hands. A second later, when she looked somewhere in the sky, I again noticed a trickle from under her. The blood echoed in my ears, I turned into a telescope. The trickle was thicker, but it was not a fast, flat female trickle. The liquid, transparent as water, formed a couple of small streams, quickly merging into one wide, as if glassy stream, silently disappearing into the grass.

There was no doubt - I witnessed how the girl pissed right through her pantyhose or perhaps her panties. A meter from the girls, people walked, hurried to the subway, drove cars, boiled normal life, but I felt that at those moments I was isolated from that life along with these three. The four of us were tied, not even a thread, but a thick rope, which did not allow me to look away for a single moment, tied to one point.

After a few seconds, I suddenly heard a loud murmur, apparently her stream pierced a hole in the grass. The girl then quickly moved slightly to the side, the sound was gone. A couple of seconds later, she again had to change the situation. Then the trickle weakened and turned into a rare rain of scattered drops.

At that moment, I terribly wanted to look at her face, but all three of them looked in different directions, turning their heads to me, hurriedly dragging themselves and shaking off non-existent ash.

My eye still noted separate droplets. The “medium” stretched sweetly, holding up her hands high, took her bottle and, as if nothing had happened, took a big sip. Laughing again, laughing.

And I, as if I were a fucking sack, walked around the bushes, turned into a walkway, as if walking, passed in front of them, but did not dare to come up, went home to jerk off ...

Real profit.