It was the usual morning of the usual working day ... This morning was no different from a string of many of the same ordinary days ...

As always, the elevator doors swung open with a dull sound on the right floor. She got out of the elevator and greeted the guard with a familiar smile on her face.

- Good morning!

She signed in the ward journal, a hated bureaucracy. The guard at the bank changed. Now it was her old “acquaintance”, in front of whom she stood out a couple of weeks ago, walking down the corridor. He will now be on duty here for two days, until yesterday’s stern little man replaces him again.

She walked confidently along a long corridor, bypassing the doors of different rooms ...

Today she was wearing a black skirt, above the knees. Very simple, straight, not very thin, not translucent in the light, but light. Lightning at the back and one button at the top of the belt. From the sides upwards there are two cutters for each leg ... But in these cutters, she puts on the legs, stretched in thin stockings, of light tan color, which give a little shine to the legs in the sun. The stockings draw down beautiful legs, without hairs, and hide on the hips in the form of a wide elastic band. That gum looked more light brown than tan. Dense lace braided in large daisies, so that around the entire circumference of the thigh legs in such wreaths. Inside, there are two silicone ribbons on the elastic band; thanks to them, the thighs stick to the skin of the thighs and the rubber bands stick, preventing them from sliding, you can feel a slight pressure from them on the hips. But also - a kind of piquancy.

She has a pistachio blouse, simple, light. Knitwear nicely touches the body. Short sleeve, just above the elbow. Round, but not very deep cut. Without buttons - blouse sweater. On the release of a black skirt. Below the waist, almost to the hips ..

Panties purple, high, favorite cotton with lycra - for this they stretch well and perfectly fit the body, keep their shape. They have triangular inserts at the front and back - just lilac cotton, and lilac lace comes from high cuts from the sides downwards, going down to the pubis, already with only one lace, two ribbons just meet on the pubis and go between the legs with one lace ribbon. Here are the edges of this lace and scratch her pussy lightly. It seems soft and not hard, but this corrugated border in the form of waves ... stitch or something rough is not something that would be discomfort, but sometimes it scratches shaved lips. And from the inside, as always, a shred of cotton, as lilac, but very narrow - for the crotch.

The bodice is like a bodice - it’s usual, it’s all laced, the waves are purple again on top, and from the sides, inside the cups, there are again x / wild stripes to collect the chest from the sides, even

It turns out a little lozhinochka.

So she walked down the corridor scrolling through her head in her clothes and the way a young guard would look at her swinging hips now.

She reached the door of her room, the last but one in this endless corridor.

- Hi Ira.

- Hello - followed the answer girls.

Ira ... Young girl ... Has been working in a bank for a long time. Her desk stands right in front of her desk.

Oksana's table is empty ... She hasn't come up yet. Oksana takes the place obliquely from her table ...

She throws her black leather bag on the open shelf of the filing cabinet. Sits in a black chair. Her ass is immediately buried in a soft fabric upholstery, and elbows lie on the plastic armrests. The edge of the elastic from stockings appears in the cutters of the skirt ... She confidently lays the legs in black tefels on the cross-shaped stand of her chair on castors ...

Leather shoes, high heels, heels are not studs, just thin, straight, but steady. And a high strap braids around the high neck, with a clasp - a lock from the sides.

With a familiar movement, she turns on the printer, which stands on her left hand, on the nightstand. It is also easy to lower left, between the shelves of the table, the finger finds a large round button of the system unit.It should click and the mechanical sound of the download introduces it into the magical world of deposits, acceptances, transfers and the vast expanses of the Internet ..

Her hand rests on the system phone. A pair of clicks on a painted foot and the room was flooded with the melodious sound of Dynamite FM radio.

- Hello girls ..

Oksanka swims into the room and takes its place ...

So ... everyone is in the collection and everyone delves into their work ..

She loads the program, while she loads, she presses the button of the Internetexploer and right there in front of her her mailbox ...

Second to enter password ...

So it is ... an empty box. What was she waiting for? She knows that he comes after her to work ...

“My fucking bitch!” She recalls ...

- Girls, I invite you to smoke ... - Oksana's voice

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She closes the Internet with a sigh. The chair just slides off to the side of the cabinet, and without rising from it, she opens her bag ... The sound of an unzipping zipper and in the hands of a pack of blue "Chesterfield", a lighter "Cricket" and the words "Smoking, so smoking"

The three of them go out and all three of them float along the long corridor to the glass doors. The incoherent sound of heels is mixed with the words of greetings of those who just come to work or are already worn from office to office with papers ...

She does not like this floor ... Beige and black large plastic tiles ... It is on the black ones - these slippery blacks she slips, if she hurries to the toilet in a hurry ... In order not to pee and jerk off ...

Thoughts come back to an Internet ... "Fucking bitch!"

They pass a security booth ... elevator doors, but on the right there is a small room ... they go there.

As always, a lot of people ...

They lean against their painted walls and light their ...

She brings a cigarette to her lips ... inhales ... on the filter is a pink lipstick trace ...

"Fucking bitch!"

She never considered herself a bitch - never ..

No one in the bank will ever think about it like this ...

It will never occur to anyone that this young woman rushes to the toilet in the middle of her working day with her fingers ... with these fingers with which she is now holding a cigarette, rub her pussy!

That she can, having closed in the toilet stall, bite her lip from not yelling at her voice when an orgasm catches her ...

None of them will ever think that she can, if she locks her in any place, take care of herself ...

Even pressing her husband to a painted, rough wall in a dirty entrance, she can quickly suck him off, and then, when he does not wake up with a smile, licked his lips, swallowing cum, rush away from him up the stairs, leaving him to stand with the released troupe dick ..

They can’t even imagine that this girl can visit a complete stranger’s people on a great Easter day, in a wooden old house, where people walk down the street, where there is only one room and can enter, sit and masturbate at any moment her husband is right on the couch, and his arm is elbowed in her panties ... No one will ever say that she can fuck in someone else's house, like a rabbit, on Easter Day, right on the table, between the big windows, behind which people walk. Even a large icon hanging right above this table did not stop her ... Although later it seemed to her that the Holy One was looking at her with condemnation ..

"Fucking bitch"

Not at all, it is not so ... Is it possible to call debauchery what brings pleasure?

- Everything! Work ... - they put out cigarette butts in a tall trash can and all three go to their room ..

Again the Internet ... one message ... one HIS message ...

She goes to chat ..

- Can you run your finger over your lips, over the panties?

- Now?

- Just swipe your finger over the fabric of the panties!

- Well, hold on!

Her left hand slowly goes under the table. The hand rests on the thigh, fingers grab the edge of the skirt, lift the skirt up. The palm is thrown on the bare skin of the thigh from the outside. No time to drive ...