I still come to myself. Tonight was "dump" - I went to another job. They drank, ate, all the rank of the rank: funny "bloopers" of drunken aunts, scabrous jokes of men, a cake that went for a snack, tea without a snack. Then, out of old habit, I sat up in the office (I was always the last to lock the office and hand over the keys to the watch). And then, as always, on Friday, there was my roommate, Helen; for the weekend she goes, alone or with her husband, to another, the city to her parents, and the bus is with her at half past six in the evening. Today she was going to go alone. I used to feel with my skin that it “breathes unevenly” to me, but I thought it would be good not to show my mind and not to encourage: first, I love my wife, and second, ninety percent of office romance cannot be hidden at work, and there is a real danger of “information leakage”.

In a word, we were sitting in the office together, and Helen, in a drunken voice with a joking smile, said how sad it would be in the office after I left. Then she got up, went out, went through the corridor and slammed the door. I decided that she was already gone, and suddenly I heard sneaking steps. Looking out into the corridor, he faced her nose to nose. There was an indescribable excitement on her face, fingers tugging at a button on a blue satin blouse. Startled, she recoiled, but suddenly she threw herself on my neck and passionately clasped my shoulders, whispered in my ear;

"Do not go like this ... I always wanted you ... I want you ... Let me go to you!" At last! ... ”

Taken aback, I mechanically patted her on the back, and suddenly she pulled me into the visitor's chair behind me, knelt and jerked to unbutton her blouse, then tore off the bra clasp. Her fingers darted to my trousers, unbuttoned my belt, my fly, and instantly embarrassed and embarrassed burnt dick took out the light.

- A door! - I squeezed out.

“I locked it,” she whispered, and ... pulled her deliciously pockmarked mouth on my "boyfriend."

The cool, rough tongue slid across the hot flesh made me gasp. My hands themselves lay on her soft, large breasts, weighing their languorous bliss. I threw my head back in the chair, I groaned from the excess of sensations. My little wife lets herself such a trick once in a hundred years, when we are “in shock”, and I always miss such affection. But now, after indulging in a couple of minutes, I reached out for Lenochkin's skirt. My seductress immediately jumped up and pulled her off, left in black lace stockings and patent leather heels, pulled off her light lilac panties with flowers. A dark chestnut beard in her groin was shaved into a thin narrow strip, and I sat Lenochka on my knees, dug warm folds with my finger and began to play with an elastic slip of the button.

Someone jerked the locked door, a bunch of keys clanking in the lock. We froze. Outside knocked. Helen - in a low voice cursed: "Visitors, their mother ..." But then she shouted into a short corridor in a completely non-grumpy voice: "Well, what do you want? Knock on the head! The reception hours are written there too! Everyone has already gone, come on Monday morning. Otherwise, I'll bang you on the sides !: ”And she shook sweetly in my arms.

I turned her back to me and with my hands pushed the stunned penis into her. She moved her knees, and we began a smooth movement, I supported her under the chest and looked into the pier glass, on the contrary, her face distorted by ecstasy.

The farther away, the more often she screamed thinly, the abundant moisture irrigated my groin, and here along the ridge to the back of my head a sharp tickling ran, she hissed with bubbles of champagne all over the vessels, accumulated on the tip of my torpedo's warhead, and then with an impossible shudder of delight, an explosion splashed out in the close satin depth my unbearable sweetness. We loudly and in one voice let out a moan, she fell off on my back.

Five minutes later, it turned out that my pants were stained, and Helen, taking them away from me, flashing white ass, ran away to wash them. Hanging them to dry in front of a table fan, she sat on the floor at my feet and again put her lips and tongue in motion. After lengthy, skillful exercises, she achieved another eruption, took it on her chest and licked the whitish drops with her tongue. Something came over me, and I felt invincible. I asked her to play with my treasure between the breasts and she willingly did it.

And then he put her face to the chair and pressed his penis to her anus. "Will you allow it?" She shook her head, moaned, bit her sleeve blouse. “Relax,” I whispered, “relax so that it does not hurt ...” Finally, I penetrated to the end. Inside was hot and delightfully cramped. Lenochka writhingly spun on my sturdy axis, groaning painfully, but whispering that everything was fine, and I finished for the third time that evening.

In exhaustion, collapsing into a chair. I stroked my numbed partner in a small ass. She squealed with pleasure and sat down across my knees. I gratefully kissed her, lost with breasts and, looking at the clock above the mirror, I noticed that after half an hour she had a bus. She picked up a dress. Seeing her pink fold, when Lenochka bent over the objects of her toilet, I almost jumped on her again, but I felt that I squeezed like a lemon ...

Later, I thought my temptress wanted to prolong our relationship. But nothing like this happened. Something, apparently, happened between us in the moments of our tumultuous intercourse, which prompted her not to renew her love impulses: