That day I first saw Cindy.

On the day when half a year was fulfilled, I divorced my wife. Our parting was friendly, without squabbles, no offense. The last ten years of marriage, we have distanced ourselves from each other, and one day, when we realized that nothing binds us, we broke off relations. She was a secular woman who could not imagine herself without different receptions and parties, while I was a complete workaholic.

I rented a room in Down Town, not far from the office, and quietly enjoyed my work, which I now preferred to go to at night. Such a rhythm was new to me, and therefore pleasant.

Our office at night seemed to be dying out. In the whole building there was only a night shift of computer geeks, guards and cleaners. Cindy was just one of the cleaners.

About three months ago, I stayed up at work until late, trying with incredible efforts to finish the report, which had been fighting for an hour. I was completely absorbed in business when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was, as it turned out later, Cindy.

She was wearing one of those stretchy T-shirts that the cleaning staff wears. She tightly wrapped her body, further emphasizing her large breasts. I clearly saw her nipples, which were sticking out from under the thin fabric, as if trying to pierce her. Trying not to seem tactless, I lowered my eyes. And then he just noticed that he was staring right at her crotch. Oh oh It must be difficult for girls to pull such tight shorts. And, as it turned out, she did not wear panties under them, so I could see her whole pussy down to the smallest features. One of my body parts responded immediately to all of this.

“Excuse me, Mr. S.,” she said in her high voice, “Do you mind if I tidy up while you work?” I replied that of course not, especially since getting up and leaving without losing with this person, I already could not. Meanwhile, Cindy started cleaning, and I tried to get my floated brains back onto the table with a report that was, as you might guess, not at all easy.

I have not fucked for a long time. And he began to think that he had lost all interest in sex. It seemed that nothing could really excite me. But now I am sitting and staring at a 22-year-old blonde who is spinning in front of my eyes, while my penis has already received the full right to be called a phallus.

I already regretted that I did not leave before, even with a riser, because every time she leaned, I uncontrollably wanted to grab her lovely tight tail, and ... and ... That's it! It could not go on like this, and I said goodbye and flew out of the office. But once on the street, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to capture his diplomat. Standing in indecision in the parking lot, I glanced at the lighted window of my office, and saw that the window space was blocking something. It intrigued me, and I decided to return.

Rising on the elevator, I puzzled, not understanding in any way what could block my three-meter window. Coming out on my floor, I noticed that the cleaning team had already retired. Still arriving in utter confusion, I went to my door, and literally stood on the threshold. In front of my eyes appeared my large leather chair, which was moved toward the window, and the blond beast who had climbed onto it. I realized that it was Cindy, so her T-shirt and shorts were lying there on the floor. I frantically grabbed my penis, which was already ready to explode from unpicked emotions, and quietly crossed the threshold.

She lowered the back of the chair and lay down in such a way that stretching her legs up, she could press her pussy straight to the glass. Her moans grew louder and louder, bouncing off the glass and swooping down on me, frozen in stagnation, and silently watching its reflection in the window.

One of her hands was occupied with hardened dark pink nipples, the other was a waltz in the vagina. Three fingers danced in the depth of the open hole, while the thumb fluttered over the clitoris. I have already decided to retire silently, and go to the toilet to clean myself up, as she suddenly opened her eyes and, staring at me, breathed out: “I'm finishing!”

Having waited for her breathing to calm down, I had already begun to read her a notation about the dangers of practicing masturbation on other people's chairs during off-hours in such a dangerous position. But she immediately interrupted my research, quite rightly pointing to my hand, still squeezing a member.

“Well, come on, mister. Why don't you take it out and apply it to the case. ”I began to explain that this was unacceptable for me, but then she instantly leaned over and unzipped my zipper on the pants. Apparently my member had already decided everything himself, so he immediately jumped out, presenting himself in all its glory. Trousers could only fall limply to the floor.

Gently hugging the foreskin with her little hand, she began to move it back and forth, opening and closing my already swollen head, with her thumb not forgetting to tease the area of ​​the bridle. The other hand took over my quivering eggs. She gently squeezed and unclenched her palm, which a handful gripped them, making me moan with pleasure. I already didn’t care deeply that I was standing with my pants down in front of a window on the eighth floor, all I needed was to finish!

Cindy, feeling that I was close to the finish line, pressed my fingers behind the scrotum and opened her mouth, preparing for the stream, which was immediately quick to begin. She moved her head back as far as possible, so I saw how my sperm lay down on her pink tongue, filling her mouth, and how the drop drops, like dull tears, crawling along her cheeks. God, I had never finished so violently and powerfully before. It seemed that the eruption would last forever, as if there was some kind of diabolical piston inside me, jerking out jets of semen. My knees gave way, my head was spinning.

Cindy leaned forward and, literally swallowing completely my dick, began to suck with irrepressible passion. Her sharp nails at that time clutched at my buttocks, scratching them to blood. The enjoyment was so strong that I slid limply onto the floor, being in a state close to blackout.

And Cindy, having given me only five minutes of respite, was already kneeling over my head, so that her bright thickets of which looked out dark-blooded lips were right in front of my mouth. “Look what you did, mister! I got wet again. So now you have to clean me up. ”

I did not have to beg for a long time. I launched my tongue into her bosom, which began my searches there and soon found her little button of happiness, the caress that caused the irresistible flow of her juices. I completed all this by carefully licking her pussy, returning her purity and freshness. I tried to invite her to my apartment for the night, but she resisted, citing the rest of her work. “Although,” she remarked, “tomorrow I will be free, and we could go somewhere.”

The next day we met. She was dressed in a pretty coat, although the weather seemed to be inconsistent with this. I told her about my plans for the evening: an Italian restaurant, theater, and the like, but she abruptly turned to me and gave a tirade to the effect that she would not be part of someone's cultural program there. “I don't care where it is. And I am generally indifferent to the theater, although, incidentally, you can go to a movie. ”

In the end, we decided to walk in the park. Parked the car, I asked her to leave his coat in the car. “You are serious, mister,” she replied with indignation. “They will arrest me for appearing naked in public places.” I decided that she was laughing, but the mere thought that her seductive body was completely naked under her coat caused a pleasant languor in the groin.When I asked if she was teasing me or if she was really a flasher, she only laughed loudly. “Would you like that? I wanted me to undress in front of the park ...