lace her panty. In the groin nicely tightened, and thoughts spun around her beautiful figure.

It should be noted that at the moment I did not have a permanent girl, but on top of that, I was always excited by everything connected with the fair sex. And pissing girls are no exception. I never considered myself a pervert, but this topic has long attracted my attention. However, unfortunately, while my knowledge in this matter was limited exclusively to video from the Internet. And here ... just a holiday for a suffering soul. Beautiful girl who is about to be described. I broke into a stupid smile.

“Mmm,” her quiet moan interrupted my thoughts. - I now have a bladder burst.

I approached and, sympathizing, slightly hugged her. Feeling the smooth curves of her body, I was excited even more. She turned her head towards me and appealingly looked into my eyes.

- What did you say about doing this somewhere?

Her question dumbfounded me, taking me by surprise. Without inventing anything else, I handed her a glass.

- You are crazy? How? She hissed. - Do you have any idea how everything is arranged there? This is good for you, put it in a bottle and relieve yourself, and here ... Ohhh ...

She rolled her eyes and squeezed her slim legs even tighter.

I looked at the champagne glass. It was rather narrow and extremely small in volume, so even I could hardly manage to cope with it.

- Wait, I'll think of something now.

Probably, alcohol in a compartment with gradually increasing excitement finally clouded my mind, because instead of actually helping the girl, I jumped off and hid in the room in search of a more capacious vessel. From the realization that she would now write almost before my eyes, my dick tensed and was ready to pierce the dense matter of jeans.

In a hasty step, I was squeezing between piles of people. When I reached the table, I looked around at the dishes that stood on it in search of something suitable. But unfortunately on the table there were only champagne glasses and plates. I was about to leave when my gaze fell not a table in the corner where the flowers stood. I came closer. There were a lot of bouquets. Some of them were standing in a bucket on the floor, and some in vases of various shapes and sizes. Without thinking, I chose a small glass vase with a neat bouquet, after which I put it in a bucket and poured water there. Trying to keep as confident as possible, I walked back calmly. Fortunately, no one had anything to do with me. God knows why I needed a vase. Along the way, I still looked into the toilet.

“Oh, oh,” I burst out when I saw what was going on there.

The lineup was really impressive. The people were dissatisfied with the galel, and some, realizing that there was nothing to catch, began to gather and leave this establishment. I turned and quickly walked back. I found Tanya in the same position I left. She looked doomed away, trying to turn away from reality. When I got closer, she turned her head towards me. There was a silent plea in her eyes. Apparently her bladder was about to burst.

I, unnoticed by others, showed her the vase. It was small in size from dense glass and with a rather wide neck. The girl bit her lip.

- And how do you imagine this? She said faintly.

- Well ... we can move to the corner. Choose a moment until the people on the balcony will be smaller. I'll cover you, and you will do your job. Something like this.

She looked around at the people here. Fortunately, there were not many people. If you do not take us into account, then there were five more people on the balcony, not more.

“Ohh ...” Tanya moaned softly and squeezed her legs even tighter.

For a while she looked from me to the vase and to the people, after which she slightly pushed me with her shoulder, nodding to the corner of the balcony, where we smoothly passed. The girl took the vase from my hands and almost dropped it.

“Heavy ...” she shook her head slightly.

Then she turned away almost to the corner, and put it to her crotch, as if trying on, and shook her head again.

My head was spinning from the unnaturalness of everything that was happening. On the one hand, I sincerely sympathized with the girl, but on the other, it wildly turned me on. Finally making a couple of fittings, she shoved a vase at me:

- Hold on ...

I looked at her inquiringly.

- It is necessary to remove the panties, but it will interfere.

I did not believe my ears.

Turning round the sides, she seized the moment when no one was looking at us and, with the hem of the dress up, deftly pulled off her panties. She did it so quickly that even I did not have time to understand anything. The next moment, she already crumpled them into a small lump, hiding in her fist. Throwing a glance at me, without much ado, she drew off the pocket of my jeans and shoved them there.

- The path, while here lie down. I hope you do not mind?

I just shook my head.

She took the vase out of my hands and looked around again, lifted the hem of the dress in front and tried to attach it to her crotch. I was taken up with wild curiosity, but I tried not to look at what she was doing, but focused on getting her as closed as possible from prying eyes.

- Heck! Uncomfortable, - she swore through clenched teeth. “Sorry, but I need your help.”

My heart pounded in my chest.

- What exactly?

“You’ll have to hold this damn vase.” She is very hard and constantly strives to slip out of her hands - she thrust it into my hands with a feeling.

From what I heard, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. Taking a deep breath, I intercepted the vase in my right hand and, turning my face to Tanya, slightly leaned on the railing, reasonably deciding that I would close it to the maximum and I would be more comfortable. Lowering the vase to the level of her pubis, I hugged her around the waist with my free hand.

“Lead,” I said softly.

- So, just below.

I obediently lowered my hand. Tanya quickly looked around and, having assessed the situation, lifted up the hem of the dress and threw it on my arm, hiding the whole structure under her dress, after which she put her hands on the rail. I probably miscalculated a little with height, as I felt the touch of soft hair covering her pubis to my hand. A shiver ran through her body.

“Oh, not so low,” she was a little embarrassed.

I pulled back a little. Tanya lowered her left hand down and, touching mine, began to guide her. She slightly lifted her hips and sat down slightly, spreading her legs a little, so that the wide neck of the vase completely covered her crotch, the benefit from the side was almost imperceptible. I felt the back of my hand, holding a vase, touch the inner surface of her thigh. I was literally overwhelmed by the heat of her body.

“Oh ... cold,” Tanya shrugged her shoulders and the next moment, I felt a stormy stream burst from its depths and hit the bottom of the vase. - Oh yeah.

The girl blissfully rolled her eyes. I felt like with every second it gets harder and harder. I began to worry, but will there be enough of its volume, which will contain all that is necessary. From excitement palm sweat, and I was afraid that she would slip out of my hands.

Without opening her eyes, the girl licked her dry lips, and sighed blissfully. My heart was pounding in my chest. Trying to intercept the heavier vase, I pressed my hand even closer to her thigh. At some point it seemed to me that I again feel the soft hairs covering her pubis, from which I immediately twisted my groin. Distracted, I almost let go of the vase and hands, but having recollected myself in time, pressed it even more tightly into the girl's crotch.

“Something is not right,” Tanya's girlfriend looked at me slightly misty, from drunk alcohol, but at the same time blissful eyes.

“It's okay,” I blushed slightly. - Just afraid that the vase is almost full.