In the morning I poured a hot, almost boiling bath, splashed into it the magnificent juniper oil, and very slowly sank into the clear green water. In the ethereal green deep. Slightly pulled her knees and leaned against the dazzling white enamel walls of the bath so that my cave opened. Heat waves rush into me, and juniper poured the aromas of dry summer forest land and expensive gin in the hot, wet air of the room. A few minutes lay motionless. The heat of new streams permeated me, and in my deepest hollows poured a dark red wait. At first, he severely crushed his stomach so that he would not even think of becoming weak and flabby. With soft roundness of the chest, my fingers behaved more gently: they limited themselves to a small gentle massage. It seemed that they ignored these stubborn hands, who were eagerly waiting at the entrance to the crimson cave.

"Vagina" - what a mysterious word ... Well, shouldn't daughters be called by that name? Vagina! And so it happened. Trembling with anticipation, I looked after my fingertips, watching as they moved along the red stomach from the heat to the bulging mound covered with black curls and finally down there, with force, plunged into my swollen flesh. I vigorously lift my hips to meet this fingertip, close my eyes with relief, and it seems to me that the forest is permeated with sunshine, fragrant earth, moss moist from the dew tickles the lips of a woman, and my widely spread legs embrace the entire globe. This quarter of an hour will support me the whole coming day, no matter how arrogantly and skeptically seated the bonza from the corridors of power, that is, the council, at the head of the table in our conference room, giving devastating assessments of our, unfortunately, far from brilliant activity.

The water quickly cooled, and therefore took an icy shower, which inflicted a second stimulating shock on the body. Then she hastily wiped herself, put on a black silk skirt, so close that it seemed she was going to burst, a red blouse, reached for panties ... Panties? Oh, what is it ... Augustus turned out to be warm, my wide skirt is opaque. It will be pleasant from time to time, walking down the street, to feel the gentle breath of air with a bare stomach. And the panties flew back to the closet.

Quickly to the kitchen. Another two or three cups of coffee are hand-filtered, heated in a toaster bun with floral honey and a large glass of mineral water, and then I will be in the best shape.

She hastily rolled out her old ones, who had seen “Zhiguli” in the yard. Let's see how many traffic jams we have to overcome. But, as an exception, all the traffic lights glowed green, and no one made me nervous with heartbreaking overtakings, from which, it is true, this crowded city already had little use for a long time: brake and touch and make no extravagant maneuvers, otherwise worse will be all. That's for sure. In any case, this morning, drove into the underground garage under our office with a decent amount of time. A solid dark gray Mercedes drove in right in front of me, and without thinking, I followed him and stopped at the side. Almost simultaneously, the driver of the Mercedes and I turned the keys in the locks of the doors of our cars. Then the stranger turned around. Probably, my eyes burned his back: a man tall under the ceiling, fair-haired, thick as wire, hair, thick dark beard. The owner of the Mercedes belonged to the sort of men who only needed to try on a suit of the best wool at the store, and they immediately felt as if they had already flown in it for twelve hours across the Atlantic. This is the type that casually wears the most expensive and elegant clothes, basically brushes her teeth with pearl paste and always has a strong touch of brown tan. Involuntarily, my left hand slid across my tight chest. Perhaps this gesture was not even necessary.Both of us had rather hungry eyes.

The stranger calmly approached me, gently wrapped his arm around my shoulder, quickly looked around and apparently decided to move the scene to a large round flowerbed planted with trees and located in front of the garage gate. Only later did I have time to reflect on his prudence. At that moment I considered it quite normal that the man instantly put our document folders and his jacket and tie in the trunk of the Mercedes, pulling out some kind of litter instead, and started hurriedly pushing me in the direction of the flower bed. With all this, not a word was said. And what could I say here. My other lips shouted to him: “Take us ... take! ...” Two energetic steps through the juniper ring, and we were with him among the bush of yew trees to the height of a man. The litter slipped from his hands and somehow spread over a flower bed. We were surrounded by dark green twilight. The stranger checked his eyes with the sincerity of my desire. I liked that he nobly gave me in our game another chance to say no. Yes, my sharp protruding breasts shouted, yes, hot sex trembling sex lips shouted. The stranger lifted my skirt up and grunted happily when he saw that nothing was blocking his path now.

Probably, now my silent partner would easily tear to pieces even the most expensive lace. He was getting serious. My head and my mouth did not interest him. And I just need this. I didn’t need a romantic meeting, I just wanted to feel how his powerful spear penetrates into my body. Hard, deep, painful. So I lay in the dark green light that shimmered through my silk skirt. The man stuck his hand under my buttocks and lifted me up to his mouth. As it was once before this morning, I concentrated all my energy in a tiny point: my clitoris was tight and motionless. And soon she felt the hard, rough tongue spinning around him. This was mixed with the aroma of juniper. I groaned weakly. Now. His teeth, with suppressed rudeness, dug into the elastic flesh of my bosom. Practically I touched the warm summer ground under the yew only my head and shoulders. Now the stranger again drilled me with his rough tongue and burned through gentle fiery paths, and strong hands continued to hold my ass. My vagina rushed to meet him. His face lay there and should have been completely wet already.

At this point, the man put me back on the litter and crushed me with all his weight. Everything in me was exultant when he struck with all his might. I lifted my legs up, even higher, maximally widening the gap, so that I could absorb everything: his flesh, his hard blows, his salty juice, which inevitably spill into me in a few moments. My cave seemed to me a ring of fire, which with a force closed, vigorously sucking everything that is possible around a spear penetrating into me. There was nothing else, no yew, no taste of juniper, no light of the August day. My body craved this spear of hot flesh. It was supposed to pierce my insides like hot lava and break through to the top, to my wide-open mouth. I wanted to be crushed by this spear, under this heavy man who urged me on, pushing my legs even wider with an imperious movement. Hit me, hit me! He threw the black silk off my face, froze, staring with a searching look into my wide-open eyes, and then began to beat me with the open palm of his right hand, short and hard, cheeks, pushing his trunk again and again with all his strength into my hot flesh, until a stream of multicolored rays flashed around me and I probably lost consciousness.

The man gently lifted me up, straightened our clothes in passing, put me in his arms. Every cell in my body was buzzing in me, and I was infinitely satisfied. When suddenly they came up with him from the dark green yew sea on this August morning, the stranger kissed me gently on the ear and whispered: “Thank you for the juniper.”

Ten minutes later, a man from the council opened our final conference and seemed so thick, pale and uninformed this morning that I had a desire to smash his company's development plan to pieces. I quite often calculated everything in silence and critically evaluated my own ideas ... In the worst case, this type will expel me ... Alas, after eight days I received an order to raise my salary, which I, by the way, did not ask for.