As you can guess, I usually do not show my appearance if I want to go to the toilet. I do not know why, but for some reason it is difficult for me to tell strangers that I want to use the toilet. I do not even confess to Constantine, and this happens to us often on walks, that I want to cry, even if everything inside of me is ready to burst from overflow. I am ready to suffer. But there comes a time when the signs of such a state of mine are simply impossible to hide. This is not one of my quirks, another quirk is that I call everyone around me only by their full names. I hesitate to be so familiar with them.

And here is the first story about it. Weekend was approaching between January and February, and I offered to go to the ski resort for 2 days for $ 150 a day for each. But Konstantin offered me something else, it turns out he has a friend who has a house on the edge. So the forest, but there is also a glade with a slope, is fine, and on this occasion several other people and friends gathered. It turned out to be the edge of a country village, and right in front of us there was a breathtaking snow-white view.

We arrived on Friday at the very evening. Since I was not familiar with Edward, I myself went to sleep in the room assigned to us, while Constantine still continued talking about something with a friend. Now, about my little problem. Before bed, I did not go to the toilet. I actually did not know for the first time where to do it in the evening, and so I forgot.

From the crowded bladder, I woke up only in the middle of the night, but in the dark I did not know where to go again. Konstantin snored beside me like a bear. I had to fall asleep again, despite the bestial snore and urge to pain.

Now further. It was, if I may say so, a three-story cottage, if you count it with a semi-basement and an attic, and the room with facilities among all the establishments was quite well disguised. But there was a shower, a sink and a toilet. Actually, I found out about its location only in the morning, I guessed from the sound of water from the shower. One of the guests was taking a morning shower, and there were 9 people besides us, as I later learned. The sound of water reminded me of my problem. The trouble was that it was not only a toilet, and not only a room in which they wash and brush their teeth, but also a shower, if not a bath.

It was a winter morning, and it was already light. Meanwhile, Konstantin also woke up and found me in the kitchen. I sat alone in the kitchen with my legs pressed among the plates and waited for the noise to stop. Constantine immediately wanted a hot morning coffee, and made me drink too, although I did not burn with such a desire, remembering that I had already accumulated in me. Okay, do not have time to replenish.

So, new day. A cup of coffee cheered me up. I usually sleep on Saturdays before lunch, and then I had to get up so early. Meanwhile, I looked into the corridor, and it turned out that a line of three people lined up in the bathroom. Well, just like in a train. I hurried up with a stool and take a turn. In the end, I have the right to wash. Oddly enough, there was no running water in the kitchen either. The guests woke up somehow all at once, and they were getting ready to ski, who were fishing.

Konstantin and I, meanwhile, were eating apples for both cheeks. Apples, I realized, in spite of its volume, cannot inflict a lesson on my bladder like a cup of coffee. I was all nervous and felt uncomfortable.

Konstantin said that he, too, was going to rinse at heart, since there was one here, but in order not to disturb anyone, he decided to do it later than everyone else and after me. Time dragged on more than ever, I was already shaking and squirming. I was aware that I needed to visit the toilet before skiing (and maybe one time would not be enough), otherwise how will I slide over the winter snow with sticks in my hands, and even with an overflowing bladder. I decided that I did not need to drink coffee at all. It will be asked not now, then later.

As I have not said, I woke up closer to 9 in the morning, and we gathered at 10:30. It turned out that everyone washes for ten minutes. When my turn came, I was ready to grab and hold my bladder with my hands. But still I missed my turn. When the last one came out and nobody was there, suddenly a lady came by right in front of me. People seemed unaware that I really want to go to the toilet, but there is nowhere else to do it. After 2 minutes, I got up from the stool and knocked on the door, saying that it was time for the lady to hurry.

“I need to be here,” I said, trying to hint about my position.

In the meantime, Konstantin was distracted from his thoughts and contemplation of the landscape, got up and remembered about me and what had to be done. Behind the door came the sound of washable water. This sound drove me to the toilet even more. Passing past me along the corridor, Konstantin must have noticed how my legs are shaking.

Suddenly he called me into the room.

- If you can not wash yourself, let's at least soap ski.

I sat on the bed, crossed my legs so that they did not move, and prepared to rub. And soon I was sitting on a chair with skis in my hands, falling sticks and a piece of soap in my hand. Constantine was sitting next to me. Suddenly I jumped up and resolutely went to the toilet. Konstantin noticed my maneuver and asked:

- You already want to go to the toilet?

- Yes, I suffer in the morning.

In fact, I tolerated it all night long, but in the sense of the answer it was the same thing.

“You're so restless.” Never seen you in this condition.

“Foolish,” I thought, “how could we go on autumn walks?” Or you did not see anything. But he had to remember that when I returned to a warm apartment, I often first ran to the toilet. Constantine suddenly remembered:

- Listen, maybe because you fidge during sex.

I nodded in response. It seemed to excite him, and he immediately jumped towards me.

Then he returned to the corridor and made sure that the door to the combined shower was still closed. I said to Konstantin: “Listen, I can keep for a long time.”

He looked at me with restless eyes and said: "Listen, let us do it now." A minute later we were on the bed. Konstantin admitted that he also wants to go to the toilet. I was already on the drum, blood was beating in my temples, and I was preparing for the anticipation of another. I just put my palm between my legs, soothing my skin.

He helped me to undress without myself, and soon I was already in a horizontal position. I tried to choose a position so that the bladder lay at the same time somehow relaxed. Then I got the idea, but what if I describe myself right there on the bed, and the bed is not ours. I tried my best to restrain myself. Of course, petting with Constantine usually took place in a comfortable state, but it happened a couple of times, especially if in the morning. I didn’t have a choice, now I’m faster, then we write, we wash, and at 10:30 we leave. And so it is already late.

Soon I was already pushing myself into bed, with my hands on the sides, and trying to think about the good. Konstantin reminded me that I should take off my underwear. He said, and then almost burst out of me. Yes, of course, but for the first time it turned out that I just pushed the strip aside. My pussy was all burning, and I set it up for him. Finally, I opened my legs, mentally praying and shaking for myself.

Little spray at the crucial moment still jumped out of me, and hit my legs. That's why I was in no hurry to take off her panties. I was lying almost naked, my sports pants lay apart and could not get wet, but the whole bed was under the blow.

At this time, all I wanted quickly. There was probably no one in the bathroom now, and I was lying here as flattened.

Konstantin kissed and licked me, reassured not to worry, and they say everything will happen okay. He said that he would probably test my bladder for strength now, and soared even more. I was breathing heavily, blood was pulsing in the vessels, and everything inside me was ablaze.

Finally, Konstantin was between my legs and began to penetrate.While he was doing this, I tried to squeeze my legs, so that it was difficult for him, and asked him to be more careful.

Still would.

I felt the pressure on my bladder increase. He was puffing too.

I tried to get my writing hole with my hand, and cover it with my finger, in case I break out. His cock and my fingers rubbed and interfered with each other, and he had already thoroughly absorbed me. Then I felt an orgasm, and at the same time I tried to hold my urine.

When it was all over, I lay there not daring to relax and move, then leaning my arms up, I got up and walked awkwardly in the direction of the corridor. The orgasm changed all the sensations, it was as if there was no need to endure. But I felt that my urination and how I managed it, but it had a great effect.

He probably felt like he was screwing a screw into a virgin. And when I met, I was no longer a virgin.

I almost jumped into the corridor naked, but she caught herself in time. I had to dress again. My bladder was already looking forward to a quick release. Konstantin followed me and opened the toilet door for me. Then he left me alone there, and he remained outside the door. He himself certainly didn’t want to go to the toilet like me.

I sat down and it was very good. Everything that I felt, I felt at the first moment, as if the orgasm was not over yet, then it was a normal process. I sat and murmured for almost a minute. After that, I got up, opened the door, and began to wash.

Constantine went to the toilet, stood with his legs apart, standing as if in front of a urinal. but could not pee himself. I must say that in this respect, Constantine was a clear contrast to me. How many times during walks he ran for a tree. And, by the way, he always called me only gentle names.

“It’s worth it and it’s not letting me through,” he said, “I’ll have to endure and go riding.” This will now pay back to you.

Well, I don’t know what happened to him there while skiing, he seems to have endured, because on skis it was difficult for him to drive off to the side, but on our return we had awesome sex again. A week later we came to his friend's house again, did the same thing again, fearing to pour a friend's bed, and so it was until the snow melted.

The next winter has not yet come.