One spring warm evening I walked along the central city street. The mood was good, the soul is light and happy. A stranger caught up with me and asked a trivial question: “Girl, are you in a hurry?” The fellow traveler was clearly not the first youth, an elderly uncle, a rustic look, but the manner of appeal was captivating. At first I wanted to answer abruptly: “Yes, I am in a hurry!” Then I thought: “It’s a wonderful evening, I don’t want to go home so early!” But I replied: “No, not really.” He offered to sit in a cafe, talk about this and that . We headed to the open street cafe and took a table under the tent. My companion ordered a bottle of beer, while hinting that it was, so to speak, to warm up. I did not mind.

He introduced himself as Basil, began to talk about himself. It was felt that the elderly man just really wanted to talk and talk about sore. So for talking we drank a single bottle of beer. Vasily offered to take a dry wine, I agreed. Gradually, we persuaded a bottle of dry. Looking at the clock, I realized that I should go back home, and the bladder made itself felt. I thought I would take it home. As is known in open cafes toilets are not provided. My elderly companion volunteered to accompany me, we were on the way. He lived in the Suburbs, but we need to go one metro line and go to one station.

Having gone down in the subway, I felt that the drunk alcohol was bursting with my bladder, but I could still move. And the state of mild intoxication gave strength. My head was spinning pleasantly, it was fun. We are cute twittering. Vasily did not seem so old to me, and it was really pleasant to talk with him. He gently held my arm, carefully looked into my eyes. Moving along the escalator, I felt that the urge to urinate was simply unbearable. Seriously concerned, as I will move in the subway. Having noticed my condition, my companion began to calm me down with an ingratiating voice: “Be patient, we will soon arrive and find a secluded spot at the top.”

At the same time, his hand began to move gently along my thighs and climb down under the skirt. I could not react to anything. One thought pounded in my temples: “I would rather sit down somewhere and empty my bladder.” At the same time, I imagined what a powerful jet I would release and what a huge puddle I was blowing. And Basil's hand had already snuck up to my panties, he pressed tightly against me, standing one step below me. Having moved the edge of wet panties back, his old fingers began to stroke my girl, while he whispered in my ear that I would cast a little while standing on the escalator, nobody would notice anything. My heart was beating fast and from the overflowing bladder and from excitement. His gentle palm held my pussy, and his index finger stroked his anus. I spread my legs wider, they began to weaken, a powerful wave of orgasm was coming. Suddenly, it poured out of me. I whispered that I could not stop. He put his hand on between my legs and my urine soaked his jacket sleeve.

But the stairs lifted us already upstairs and Vasily pulled away from me. I felt a little easier, because I managed to cast a little on his sleeve. He took off his wet jacket and put it in a bag. We moved to the next train. Soon the bladder made itself felt again. It seemed that we are in subway forever. When we went upstairs, Vasily again suggested that I be cast in the same way. But I said that I will suffer, the rise is not so long. Finally we went out into the street! I rushed from all legs to look for a secluded corner where you can sit down. My elderly companion barely kept up with me. The wide-open door of the entrance to a three-story house came into view. I went straight to the open entrance, dropping on the move: "Wait for me downstairs."

Vasily came after me, explaining that he would see that no one entered. But I did not care. On the move, dragging her pants and lifting up her skirt, ran into one span and sat down. A powerful jet, instantly released into the wild, filled the whole area and ran down the stairs in several streams. Involuntarily my ass made a loud sound. This was a signal to my companion. No longer in control of himself, he climbed up the steps. His hands were shaking, on the move he was stretching his pants pants. His face was flushed and sweaty. I continued to let out a strong stream of urine and fart loudly. Vasily took out his powerful purple process and moved on me. I slightly raised myself, giving him the opportunity to touch my pissing girl, he began to passionately rub my vagina, I had finished for a very long time, one after another, orgasms overtook me. Without even noticing how Vasily brought his huge process in me. We stood in a puddle of urine, our feet got wet, but from this we experienced an even sharper and stronger pleasure.

I literally sat down on his penis, and he went through his legs, with quick movements, cast his process into me. We finished at the same time, growling loudly. I noticed that my companion even drooled from his mouth. Suddenly, he went down and began to tongue lick my pussy, swallowing the remnants of urine and sperm. I again wanted to urinate and I let the stream go into his mouth, some urine flowed onto his blue shirt, and part he had time to swallow. Then I noticed that he was holding his cock, which again began to pour strength, and sends to the wall. Then from this burgundy member broke out so powerful jet that falling to the floor formed foam. Vasily pissed out and said: “Wow, I have never slept so sweetly before.” I took his process in his hands and sent him to the clitoris, preparing to experience pleasure again.

Suddenly, somewhere on the top, there was a noise of an opening door, someone was preparing to leave the apartment. Needless to say, there was no dry place on the site, urine was poured all over the floor, flooded the entire staircase to the lower floor. We were wet through. We quickly pulled on clothes, we were satisfied, satisfied, and with empty bladders we left this entrance. Being already at a sufficiently distant distance, they heard the screams coming from this entrance: “Not shame, no conscience, ussali the whole front door, otovat eggs, drunks damned! We need to make locks! ”

And we walked with an easy walk, and neither shame nor conscience prevented us. Personally, I received the strongest orgasm in my life from a virtually unknown person in someone else’s entrance. My companion escorted me to the bus stop, I never saw him again.