I was not a lover of exhibitionism, but the situation with Natasha led me. I wondered: how does she feel with her bare crotch? At home, I myself visited a bathrobe from above a shower, and nothing was good under it. But here, in general, the situation is not at all home - outsiders are around. In short, I wound myself up with these thoughts on the very thing! Even to everything, I began to look intently at Trofimova. She bends over to the table behind the book, I look in the neck of the dressing gown, and then her breasts are all like in a shop window. Or she goes into the compartment, and I already stared at the section of the dressing gown - once, the floors slightly diverged, but this is just enough to see the whole of her legs ...

It ended up going to the restroom ... Of course, I was torn by doubts if I needed this? But the thought that I am 2,000 kilometers from the house outweighed the balance of the mind ...

And who will know? Mother, father? I'm going to some kind of darkness-cockroach and still doubt?

Hiding in the closet, I shook my panties from under my dress with shaking hands and put them in my bag.

Well, Julia, ready? Do you have enough spirit to go into your compartment without underwear?

... On the way to the compartment, I felt a shiver in my knees. Still - not every day a defile without panties suit! Parents would know what their little Yulia does. Or my fiance Denis ...

In the coupe Nechaev, Natasha and Peter played cards. Nechaeva simultaneously tasted another bottle of brandy.

- Oh, Julia, - Peter perked up, - let's move to the card game? And then for three it is not a game. In the "fool" on interest. Will you?

Well, why not play?

- Give, - I speak, - only from me the player is so-so ...

- And who is the player here? Sit next to Valentina ... Well, every man for himself ...

... As I said from me, the player turned out to be weak - losing it time after time. It seemed only me to hang out.

- Well, Julia, give away! - once again pushed me a deck of Valentine.

Three cards to Peter, three cards to Natasha, one awkward movement and the deck fell apart.

- Well, you and the crow! - grumbled Nechaev dissatisfied.

- Yes, you are quiet, Valentine, - Peter acted as a peacemaker, - now I will gather - I found the same misfortune.

With these words, he began to collect cards ...

- Well, Julia, give away! - he threw a deck next to me. I reached out to her and threw me into a fever.

I completely forgot that for an hour I was walking without panties. I sat in front of Peter with a slightly raised hem of the dress, but the fact that he saw my knees did not bother me in the least. The whole trouble is that I was so fascinated by my losses and did not notice that I was sitting with my legs slightly apart. I was sure that from the side no one would have made out under the dress, but Peter didn’t stick his nose when he was collecting cards. Did he see something?
I pulled up the hem, squeezed my legs tightly and began to deal the cards, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Peter grinned. What caused this curve grin? Yes, anything! I reassured myself that he hadn’t seen anything — just laughs at my curvature.

... Outside the window began to darken. Nechaeva again pumped her brandy and stayed in the blackout. Trofimova's phone rang, and she excused herself and put the cards on the table and went out into the corridor.

Well, honestly the word: lifted! I understand everything - family, love ... But there must be some measure ... But when I get married, there will be no such nonsense ...

- Well, Julia, it's so hot in the compartment that you walk around without panties? - interrupted my thoughts the voice of Peter.

I was taken aback. Not when I didn’t go for my word, but now my thoughts were frantically jumping in my head, but it didn’t come to my head.

- Without any cowards? - I was able to squeeze out of myself.

- Well, what ... Those who pussy babi from drafts cherish! - Peter laughed.

I sat neither alive nor dead.I began to babble some nonsense, they say it was washed, it did not dry ...

But to Peter, it was purple. He sat down next to me and, not a word, without speaking, launched his hand under the hem of my dress. And the unbelievable happened: I spread my legs myself ... Automatically, thoughtlessly, in front of an occasional fellow traveler who suits me as a father, I spread my legs to meet his hand. No, not too wide, but enough for his fingers to cover my crotch.

- Do you like to show your cunt? - Peter whispered in my ear.

I got hot. But what is it? I sort of came to my senses, tried to squeeze my legs, but I had no strength left in my legs ...

- Don't flutter, girl, - Peter, with his fingers, was already twisting my lips, - I see that you love this thing. Come on, Julia, spread your thighs wide, and then it is inconvenient ...

With these words, he took me with his free hand for one knee, took him to the side, then the second knee ... I did not oppose this: my head was spinning, the blood rushed to my face - even when I hadn’t experienced this before ...

What is it? For me, gentlemen ran for half a year before I agreed to go to bed. And here ... I sit with my legs spread in front of an unfamiliar, shaggy peasant from some Zadryschinska, and I don’t even make any attempts to stop this lewdness.

... Meanwhile, Peter, seeing that I did not resist, decided to go even further. His hand pushed aside one floor of the dress, completely exposing my leg, then the second floor ...

- Yes, Julia, sin to hide such beauty from people! - Peter contentedly relaxed, pushing my legs even wider ... - Good thighs, young - not some kind of cellulite, smooth! Oops!

- Oh! - I screamed softly - Peter painfully pinched my thigh. But it was only flowers - suddenly I felt that his finger rushed into my vagina. “Pfyrfff ...” burst out of my mouth.

- Quiet, girl, quiet! - Peter whispered in his ear. - I haven’t really taken it for you yet, and you already have it. Long time to break the hymen? BUT? How many years was something when the first time planted? - He asked, moving his finger around the circumference, feeling the walls of the vagina.

“Not ... long ago ..." I squeezed out of myself, trying to restrain my moans.

- Fresh mean pussy! Not giving birth, and really not fucking ... Let's add one more finger ... Here ...

- Ay ...

- Quiet, I say! Now we’ll work out your hole a little bit, otherwise it’s not good for a woman with such a narrow pussy to be ... You see, it's already free ... And we’ve got another finger there ...

- Oh, stop it! - I screamed so that Nechaev stirred in his corner. Peter touched my mouth with his palm at the same second.

- Be patient, Julia, be patient! - He whispered in my ear, trying to push his fingers deep into my vagina. - Now razdrakonim your hole, and there maybe something muddied with you. Relax you ... Well, that's three fingers get used to ...

I felt Peter trying to push his fingers deep. I do not know what led me, but I spread my legs even wider. Itself, without any coercion ... I felt that my fingers had advanced significantly into the depths of my body. I involuntarily groaned, but Peter's palm drowned out all sounds - only a low gurgling came out.

- What, small, do you like? He asked, moving his fingers inside me. - I suppose you meet a boy at home? I bet that he didn’t get up with you like me? Well? - demanded Peter asked.

I shook my head.

- Well, here I am about it. He gives you gifts, restaurants, and you are grateful to the busk on the cheek? Lough your boyfriend! I haven’t spent a single penny on you, and you are sitting in front of me with your thighs apart and letting your pussy dragon ... Come on, we’ll add one more finger ... - he whispered when he noticed that I fidgeted ...

I felt a dull pain in my crotch. It seemed that the entrance to the vagina is about to break. I howled from such an invasion and tried to close my legs.

- Go on, girl, bear it ... - muttered Peter. - Now feel better ... Young, healthy ...