We chose a free space between two large companies, spread out a blanket, bought a beer and finally relaxed under the familiar music. Lenka hopeless fool, despite the fact that the brunette. Never thinks a step further. Her outfit did not fit in any way to sit on the ground. Short narrow skirt ridden up, revealing white translucent panties. No matter how Lenka spun, whatever poses she took, her panties were still visible. Through the thinnest white cloth, it was noticeable that her pussy was shaved smoothly.
As a result, Lenka sat down with her back to most of the crowd and faced me, leaving me to see her practically without her skirt. But Lenka’s restraint did not last long, as soon as the second bottle of beer gave her damn head, she had already forgotten about modesty and was happy to put the sun and her eyes on everyone’s feet before and after. I love to play on contrasts: I modestly sat next to me, pulling on the dress so that nothing intimate could be seen and pretend to be just an akhuenno modest girl. Several guys from the neighboring company were increasingly looking at us, neglecting their less beautiful girls.
Already by the middle of the day the main mistake of the organizers became clear: there were much less toilets than necessary. The toilets were plastic ugly cramped cubicles, which they placed in the far corner of the field. They were visible from everywhere, as at the former airfield, hastily designed for summer holidays, there were no trees, no buildings, no bushes. A temporary, but high, impassable metal fence ran along the perimeter. “Let's go pissing,” Lenka said, sucking the third bottle of beer. "Let's go," I nodded.
My mood was excellent, the beer was already in my head, I wanted adventure and the lustful looks of the guys who licked my figure gave me pleasure. When I got up, I bent down, supposedly straightening the fastener on my shoe, I had the feeling that other people's views just burned my ass. Chastefully adjusting the dress, I went to pee, with the air as if I were going to the queen for an appointment, and only excessively wagging hips gave me a born slut who loves to fuck.
We got into a long queue, about fifty people, and only now understood how we were in trouble. The line was moving incredibly slowly. Most guys could not stand, retreated to the fence and standing back to us cast without any problems. The first ten minutes, we patiently shifted from foot to foot. Here in the corner was a special world. Here everyone wanted to write and thought only about how to pee as soon as possible. Ten lines, fifty people in each, consisted mainly of girls. Each wanted to write, and this desire strengthened my impatience dozens of times. Lenka and I went through all the stages of wanting to pee, at first we chatted freely, then squeezed and crossed our legs, then we began to breathe heavily and look around. There was nowhere to move. Among the girls began hysterical, drunk girls were not shy in expressions:
- What a fuck there sat down so long, pull it fuck!
- Well, why am I not a boy, I would just stand up now and pee quietly.
- Damn! I can no longer tolerate, I am now described!
- Not you alone, I am now also described!
- Damn! How I want to write!
- Zatkis, whore, without you sick!
A crowd of several hundred drunken girls moaned, shifted from foot to foot, squeezed legs, thrust hands between legs, breathing heavily and talking only about the bottom - how much I want to write! The sight was incredible. Never seen this before. But the most interesting was still to come.
"Damn! I described myself! ”- suddenly a bitch in a bright sundress screamed. "Damn! Damn it! ”She trampled on one place with her hands between her legs and it was obvious that moisture was flowing down her legs. She began to get hysterical, she covered her face with her hands and, sobbing, ran away.
“Everything I can’t take anymore,” I heard Lenka’s voice. I already heard this phrase two hundred times here, but Lenka suddenly went to a free spot by the fence to the right of the guys, not looking at anyone, wagging her hips, pulled up a narrow skirt and in front of everyone, pulled down her panties, sat down and began to write. A powerful golden jet escaped from her at once as soon as she managed to take off her panties. For a few seconds, all okhueli from this, but then suddenly, like a dam burst.
Immediately a dozen of the most shameless whores rushed to Lenka with quick steps, tearing up their dresses and skirts on the move. They impatiently pulled off their panties, sat down and began to write. The guys in shock looked at this strip in broad daylight, but more and more new girls left the queue and went to the fence, undressed, spread their legs and began to write. On the faces of the girls sitting without panties, peeing girls such pleasure was written that even the most shy could not resist. All new and new girls began to write on the street. And soon what happened was to happen, drunken pissing girls and boys mixed up and quietly wrote alongside. Everything that happened was clearly visible from afar, and the newly suitable girls were already calmly, as if they did it every day, passed by the toilets, took off their panties and wrote where they had to. At the moment when each girl rose, in order to dress, she appeared to the eyes of the guys almost naked, her skirt was fought up, her panties were lowered down.
Conversing as if nothing had happened, the girls pulled on their panties, straightened their skirts and went on to drink beer and listen to music. So for three days on the air a rule was established that I would not have believed, tell him about it in advance. All the girls wrote in the open wherever they want. The guys soon became familiar with the spectacle as well as the infinite number of naked female legs on these hot days and the boys, though they looked at the girls peeing, but without any agiotage, like lazy cats who gnawed, followed the most beautiful ones and then returned to their own affairs.
It was three days of unrestrained freedom, on the second day, for the sake of convenience, most of the girls showed up at the event exclusively in skirts and dresses, and of course without panties. As needed, they simply retreated to the fence and wrote in front of everyone. That rock festival was remembered by many for this freedom. Such a complicated problem: how to pee, if there is a lot of people around and there is no place to hide, which sometimes makes the girls hysterical, was solved. Where she wanted - there and pee. And those bitches who can not do so, let them envy and pee in their panties.