Her name was Tamara. Tamara Innokentievna. From the first time at the company, no one could utter her name completely, without hesitating. She has been working with us for a long time, and somehow it has become a custom that the new employees call her by their patronymic name, and the “old men” are simply Tamara.

She is our chief accountant. Tamara is an elderly woman. How old is she for sure I don't know. I think it's well over forty. 47-48, no less. She has three children, the eldest of whom is only a couple of years younger than me. She brings them one and a very long time.

Perhaps she has some kind of gentleman, but nobody in the company knows about this. Tamara looks great. Infinitely beautiful dark brown eyes, short hair the color of a black wing. High, with steep thighs and a rather large chest, which often caught my eye. Tamara's chest is high. Of course, it is clear that the whole thing is in the supporting bodice, which she undoubtedly wears. But when she comes in her beige business suit with a deep neckline, under which, in a certain perspective, lacy underwear is visible, it is impossible to take your eyes off. Especially when you stand next to her in her office, and she is sitting at the table and your look, if you want - if you do not want, is directed from top to bottom, right behind the edge of this deep cutout, then you have to make efforts not to throw yourself on your knees and drop into these beautiful hills of Venus. Perhaps the whole thing is in me and someone finds it abnormal. I have always been attracted to women who are older than me. They say that this is due to filial instincts and is in any man, just for different people in different degrees expressed. And even at school I was deeply in love with almost all the teachers, especially I was burning with a tender passion for the “physicist”, whispered her name and represented her in different ways masturbating at home in the toilet.

So, Tamara always attracted me, from the moment I got a job in this company. She is a very interesting woman and only if you look at her very closely, her age is given by the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and on her chin, and a little knotted hands, used to housework, in caring for her family.

We had a corporate party dedicated to the 2003 meeting. The company was walking in a rented cafe. There was no shortage of alcohol, so everyone was tipsy and, as often happens, they were liberated quite strongly. Women shot with their eyes, men allowed themselves piquant jokes, dancers nestled tightly together, reveling in the rare opportunity to do more than is permissible on weekdays. Tamara was rarely invited. There were so many fresh women ready for hug dance around, and Tamara had to be content with official “out of politeness” dancing with the most socially conscious individuals, who were also elbowed on the table with their elbows on the side, as it happens ... “Go invite Tamara You can't see Innokentievna - one is sitting ... ”I also danced with her several times. I would love to spend the whole evening with her in the dance, but I could not give her too much attention, it would be noticeable, the team would not understand it. And, probably, would not approve.

When I danced with her, her chest touched mine, I pressed my belly against her stomach and, of course, she felt all my manhood, shamelessly rebelled in my pants. Looking so close to her eyes, hot, shiny lips, I just choked with passion and my fighter betrayed me headlong, saved only a long, thickly buttoned jacket, under which hid sticking pants and ready to burst my fly. I was terribly embarrassed, every time I felt like touching her dick, but somehow I saw that she was smiling and thought that she either didn’t notice anything or liked it, because she had already drunk a lot and had informal communication at the festival all relaxed.

When she started to go home, I volunteered to accompany her. Of course, she refused, said that it would cost her very well, and so on.Then I lost it, and I slowly called a taxi. We left quietly, without saying goodbye. Nobody cared about us. The party was already in that state, when a little more and people would begin to fall on their faces in the salad. God, my heart was pounding as I sat next to her in the back seat. I felt the scent of her perfume, heard her breath, our shoulders touched. Alcohol did its job and I no longer wanted to think about anything but her. I realized that this could not happen again, and took her hand. She looked at me and, pulling my hand to her, pressed my head to her chest, hugging me with both hands. I thought that my heart would jump out, blood would hit my head and penis at the same time. The sheepskin coat on Tamara was unbuttoned, and my face was right in the cut of her costume, between the breasts. I began to lick her skin, gently took her breast with one hand and began to gently stroke. She stroked my head, then put her hand on top of mine and squeezed tightly, so I squeezed her chest. Everything, more than my head did not work. I thought for a member. I released her breast from the bodice cup and kissed it, tickling my tongue, sucking on a stiff nipple. It stopped quickly, shamefully burst into the voice of the driver in our bliss ... "We arrived, doves!". I almost screamed at the feeling of something coming off in the lower abdomen. How, is it all over, why did we come so quickly, no, no, we have to go further, long, infinitely long! Tamara mysteriously smiled. I helped her get out of the car and she, with an unsteady step, went to her own entrance. I grabbed the last straw, shouting ... "Tamara Innokentievna! Wait, I will take you to the apartment! "" To the apartment ... - I thought, - to the apartment where your children are waiting for you, and, possibly, someone else. Will it all end there? ”She was silently removed. Throwing crumpled hundreds of drivers, I hurried after Tamara. We entered the porch, and I pounced on her like an animal, pushing it against the wall. I kissed her on the lips, licked her cheeks, rubbed her whole face against her neck, and climbed my tongue into her mouth. She responded to my caresses. She sucked my tongue, rubbed it with her tongue, stroked my neck and hands, walking on her waist and chest. Suddenly, she pulled away and said ... "Crazy, stop, stop. We are in the doorway! People will hear. Take it easy. Enough. Come to me, let's go. Drink tea and calm down. ”I decided that this was the finish. We arrived. She doesn't need this. Of course, she is a mature, sophisticated business woman who always remembers morality and principles and does not lose her sobriety of thinking. We went up to her floor, she entered the apartment, and I remained on the threshold. “Well what are you? Come in! "" No, Tamara Innokentievna - I stared, - I will go, perhaps. It's late, yours are probably sleeping. ”She laughed ...“ Come on in, stupid boy, there is nobody here. Older friends went to the camp site, and the youngest one left with her aunt until tomorrow. ”It worked as a password. I jumped at her almost from the doorway and began to undress with kisses. She smiled. Her sheepskin coat, my jacket, scattered shoes remained in the corridor, my jacket was still flying on top. She began to stop me again, whispering ... "Wait, wait, I want champagne, let's go to the room."

Past the open doors of the nursery and the hall, we passed into her room. She brought an open bottle of champagne - there is no such house in Russia, where a bottle is not in store for the New Year. We drank. In her room there was a low single bed, a large mirror, and a night light hung at the head of the bed, spreading a muffled and soothing bluish light around the room.

I put champagne in my mouth, sat down next to her, hugged her and kissed her lips, poured the wine into her mouth. We began to kiss and undress each other. After a moment, I felt her hands on my penis. She gently stroked him, and then, clasping her palm, slowly pushed up and down. I looked into her eyes and caressed her between her legs. There she was completely dry. I thought that she was not yet sufficiently excited and decided not to hurry. Tamara's chest was filled with desire, she was, of course, not like a young woman, but she looked very attractive.Big brown nipples stuck out in different directions and beckoned to him, tender lips and tongue caressed ...