The work of a programmer in a private company is tedious and nervous, especially when you are alone, and there are many machines (and employees behind these machines).
Our team is almost completely female, and this also does not simplify my work. Although today this circumstance has entertained me in a very curious way.
The fact is that in our office there are two outhouses, and they are located far from one another. The first, more, is located next to the accounting and sales department, and is visited by its office ladies. And next to the warehouse and the room where the server was placed, there is another toilet - two workers from the warehouse and me go to it.
Today, right in the morning, I had to sit down in accounting, once again rearranging Windows on several machines and setting up 1C. All the girls had already gone for dinner, but I was all messing around.
Finally, everything turned out, and I went out into the corridor, thinking to go to my room, smoke, eat, and kill myself in a quack. However, without taking three steps, I realized that I just needed to cast, and the sooner the better. Walk the corridors to the "male" toilet - about seven minutes, and next - the door of the "ladies", and like no one is there, and you can not see around. I decided.
The layout in the spacious toilet turned out to be strange - only one booth, to the right of it there are three sinks and hand dryers, and on the contrary - three toilet bowls.
For some reason, I entered the booth, closing the door behind me. Having unbuttoned my fly, I took out my penis and, having pitted my skin, gladly cast it. Shaking off, I cleaned my farm and was about to go out, when suddenly ... The door of the toilet opened! ...
I froze, looking through the crack between the door and the wall of the booth. Of course, we have no official division into men's and women's toilets, but everyone knows ...
In the meantime, our secretary, a slim and very pretty dark-haired girl named Irina, came in. I did not even have time to blink an eye, as Ira drew narrow trousers to the ankles, lace panties and ... An eagle climbed onto the toilet, and facing the wall. From my seat, I perfectly saw a plump ass and a vulva hairy with soft hair.
Forgetting everything, I watched. Ira sat down comfortably, standing with shoes on the push and holding her fingers (I again noted a bright red manicure) by the tank. The girl sighed, relaxed, and from her pussy gushed a powerful jet, loudly beating on the toilet bowl faience.
Just think, I thought, such a sophisticated beauty, and pissing like a mare. Ira seemed to endure for a long time and now she got a strong buzz, quietly moaning from pleasure. But the jet dried up, and I thought that the concert was over. But no! After sitting motionless for a couple of seconds, the girl let go of the tank with one hand and extended her hand to her priest! I could not believe my eyes: these thin fingers gently pulled off the plump buttock and there was a loud bang of exhaust gases. Without changing her posture, Irina pernula two more times no less loudly. Purring from pleasure, the girl grabbed the tank again with both hands and began to push. And a couple of seconds did not pass, as her anus began to open, releasing at first a rather solid brown sausage, and then a whole mass of semi-fluid stools, and the smell almost immediately reached me. Pernuv for the last time, Irina got down from the toilet, and, holding her nose, bent down and carefully considered her “work”. Then she flushed and wiped with several strips of toilet paper, which she again washed away with water from the tank.
Pulling on her panties and pants, Irka stretched blissfully and headed for the washstand. At that moment, the door opened and a junior accountant, Sveta, and her friend entered.
- Oh, Irka, did you call that? - she wrinkled nose. - Well, do not enter the same, in fact, you're a girl, and shit like an elephant of some kind ...
“Light, Light — well, I told you, I had diarrhea,” Irina said in a rush, “I ate the pastry cakes the day before yesterday, I barely told, I thought, in the corridor, Dristan.
Sveta, meanwhile, lifted her short skirt, dropped her pants to her knees, and sat down over another toilet. Instantly a foamy hiss began to beat in a jerk. Sveta also turned out to be a big hunter before pissing. When she finished writing, she quietly fingered and sat down a couple of times, brushing drops from her hairy pussy. Pulling on her panties and lowering her skirt, she also went to the washstand, where Irina, meanwhile, was finishing drying her hands. Already talking about something else, the girls came out of the closet together.
I was going to quietly slip away after them, but pulled the door back at the last moment: Marina Sergeyevna, our chief accountant, a tall, thin lady of forty-five, flew into the toilet, holding her stomach ...