get out of here dried mummy. Finally, the tsunami turned into a stream, a stream into a stream, a streamlet into a trickle ... The trickle was still probably about three minutes, and it seemed to Tanya that it would never run out like a spring of living water.

But the trickle is still exhausted. After waiting for the control ten seconds, Tanya cautiously, as she could, poked the flower with a paper and tried to stick the sticky tape in place.

To no purpose Velcro pretended that she was no sticky, and ordinary paper. Tanya desperately fidgeted in the booth. Under the flayed scotch tape pinked intimate corner in all its glory. On a painted body, he looked ten times brighter and more embarrassing than on a clean one.

Outside the door, several voices were already talking. Tanya imagined how she would come to them, flashing pink genitals ... aah! The body was so knotted that Tanya screamed as if she was being pounded with a pin.

The voices buzzed ever more vividly. Tanya tried to wipe off the paint from the abdomen and smear on the pubis, but the varnish had dried the paint so that it did not even leave a mark on the paper. Crazy ideas were spinning in my head: try to soak the paint with water from the toilet bowl, wrap yourself in a toilet paper skirt, jump out with a wild howl, like the devil from the underworld ... (and then what?)

Suddenly a glance slid up the pipe leading to the cistern. The perfect Austrian purity was a little broken here: the pipe thread gleamed with some kind of black grease.

“Mazut!” Tanya guessed. (With this word she called everything black and dirty.) After trying to smear it with paper, she began to cry for joy: there was a greasy black mark on the paper.

For three or four minutes she, puffing, wiped the oil with paper and put it into her genitals. If Tanya had already said in the morning that she would have to do such a procedure, she would be dismayed to disown all bodypaints in the world. But now it was the only way out of the trap that the hospital toilet stall had turned for her ...

Finally her intimate corner became as black and shiny as the whole body. Curving in three deaths, she tried to peek between her legs to appreciate the picture, and almost fell off the toilet.

The pattern of Zoya Nikolaevna, of course, was a little smeared, but on the whole it was quite tolerable. Taking a deep breath for courage, Tanya opened the door and left.

Three shrank away from her. Milo smiled at them, Tanya walked to the exit. Laugh dismantled her from shock: the door opened - and the Toilet Monster jumped out from there! ..

Moving away from the hospital already quite far away, she suddenly realized:

- NOW I AM TOTALLY BARE ...

The only symbolic edge that kept Tanya within the limits of "almost-very-very-a-bit" was a sticky tape on the genitals. Now Tanya was completely naked without any "almost." Her bud glittered merrily in the sun - and, it seems, not only from fuel oil ...

Tanya felt it with all her body and all the nerves. She was suddenly twisted from an indescribable, inexpressible feeling of nudity, like a wet rag. She felt that she only has breasts and genitals, and there is nothing more in her, and everyone sees only naked, naked, naked, naked ...

Panting from the desire to become small and dive into the crack of the pavement, Tanya stopped - and realized that it was not clear where.

“How did they explain there?” She recalled, trying to correlate semi-intelligible phrases with what she saw around.

- Excuse me, what time is it? She asked a passerby, overcoming herself.

It turned out that there was just over an hour left before the defile.

- Am I going to the festival correctly?

- In no case! Go back and away from the hospital to the right, ”said the passerby, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

- And ... long to go?

- I do not know. I have about fifty minutes, and you probably have less. If you're on the defile - better to take the car.

"Well, yes," thought Tanya. “And what to pay? ... Zoya Nikolaevna will kill. And let her down, hurt something like ... "

Thanking the passerby, she ran back.

It was a stinging run (even along a smooth Zeeboden sidewalk), and I had to slow down.“Damn, damn, damn,” Tanya repeated to herself. This applied to everything: both to her lateness, and to the naked genitalia, and to the top, which was creeping ever stronger somewhere inside. She walked and felt that she was sticky between her legs, like after watching “50 shades of gray,” and the more she thinks about it, the stronger she flows. Tanya suddenly began to flow so abundantly that in the bud she began to slurp as soon as she started running. "Naked, excited female, painted like a scarecrow," she thought, bursting with emotions that had no name.

She was honked cars, and every time she jumped up in surprise. The drivers smiled and waved to her hand, and Tanya did her best to portray the same kindness and fun.

"Was-not-was" - she suddenly decided. - “You can’t let Zoya Nikolaevna down ...”

The first SUV stopped at its signal. In it sat a red-haired, glamorly handsome guy, similar to the Fritz from old pictures.

- Good day! - Tanya shouted to him, trying with all her might to be cheerful and sociable. - Throw, please, to the festival! I'm late on the defile!

“Sit down,” said the guy, smiling radiantly. His smile slightly puzzled Tanya. “The bodenses are simple and friendly people,” she recalled from the guidebook, settling in the front seat. The guy pressed the gas, and the SUV started like a rocket, slamming Tanya into a chair.

“Oooh,” burst out from her.

- Ho-ho, - the guy gurgled merrily. - Do you like cool ride?

- Uh ... yes, - just in case Tanya said, and immediately regretted: the guy rushed at full speed along the serpentine, wagging around the corners, like a stuntman in a thriller.

- You're completely naked. Got excited? He asked with the same smile.

- Eeee ...

Tanya wanted to say something like this is her job, and she was already used to it (although what kind of “used” to hell if she was sitting in her own pool?) - but the words were stuck in her throat.

- I saw you and immediately turned on. Here, look, - without reducing the speed, the guy suddenly pulled off his shorts, exposing a hefty member long from the gearbox rod. - Want to have sex?

- Eeee ... I probably do not understand German very well ... - Tanya murmured.

- I say, you want to fuck? Fuck? We have time to defile.

- Stop here! - suddenly shouted Tanya.

- Well! - the guy broke into such a smile that Tanya wondered if he understood her correctly.

Reaching into the catching impasse, he stopped and went outside.

- Exactly, nobody will see us here. Well? ... Get out of the car! I want you! I have long wanted to fuck a painted doll, but it didn’t develop.

Tanya came out, looking at the brilliant footprint that remained on the seat, as if a snail was sitting in it.

“Get on all fours,” said the boy, walking over to her.

He was tall and strong, like Schwarzenegger. And he was clearly convinced that Tanya wanted this just as he did ...

Tanya has never been in such an idiotic situation. Run away from him? Where? On the way to? He will overtake her by car. To the mountains? On bare feet, be late on the defile ...

“... And the most important thing,” she suddenly realized, “the most important thing is that I really want this ...”

— Do not dare - you will regret all life, — whispered a forbidden voice to her. - Miss that impression ...

“I’ll be sorry all my life,” thought Tanya, dropping on all fours. - "And so, and some sort ... Lord, what am I doing?"

Redhead Schwarzenegger was terrible. But the male, who exposed his rearing penis (she had seen him so closely for the first time), worried Tanya so much that she wanted to whine like in a porn film, even though nothing had happened yet

“How I want you,” she heard behind her.

Turning her neck, Tanya tried to look at her male - and saw that he was pulling the condom.

“Only ... carefully ...” she squeaked, frightened by her own voice. - I ... this ... this ...

Tanya tried to remember how a “virgin” would be in German, and suddenly she went into hysterical laughter.

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