Perhaps "office" - it sounds too loud, if we talk about my humble office. "Sam Forster - search services, reception hours ..." - read the inscription, made a magnificent calligraphic font. From the "t" in my name only half remained, and even the "p" is almost not read. But who cares? Anyway, now rarely anyone comes to me. From despair, he slapped his hand across the table with a sweep, the rumble of an echo from the blow echoed throughout the seemingly extinct house. The adjacent rooms were as empty as my skinny wallet.

And suddenly there was a quiet knock on the glass door, and when it opened, some kind of fairy creature of a female appeared in front of me. “Playboy girl,” was the first thought that came to mind. She really looked as if she had gone from the pages of this magazine. "Lady" or "Vog" - yes, this person could be from there. Very blond, very slim, very arrogant.

The stranger sat down gracefully, and a short skirt, barely covering her hips, crawled upward. Fairy tale, just a fairy tale! Blond short hair, big, green eyes, full lips, expensive dress. Very modestly made up, almost without ornaments.

Seeing my gaze, she smiled derisively.

- Well, how? Inspection finished?

- Yes, yes ... But with whom, strictly speaking, I have the honor?

- Linda. Linda ... Brown.

A very sensual name, but I often heard no less beautiful names that were as false as, probably, this.

- And you, means, and there is that Sam Forster, yes?

- Yes sir. And I am very glad that the fame about me has reached your ears.

She wrinkled her nose.

“Just don't exaggerate, Mr. Forster.” I came to you for a completely different reason.

- What, if not a secret?

- This is ... it needs to be further discussed. A little bit later. Is it true that you used to be a racer and participated in a car rally?

- Yes it is. Until ... well, however, you probably already know about it.

- Of course. Until you had an accident. The result: two broken ribs, a broken leg bone and three dead viewers.

She smiled, and then asked:

- What would you say, Sam, if you were offered to sit back in a Porsche?

Um, what, she holds me for the fool?

- Lady, what does all this mean? So what do you want?

She bent slightly, and the neckline of the dress opened slightly, exposing a hollow between two tanned hills, the tips of which were hidden under a narrow strip of thin black fabric.

“I want you, Sam, your talent as a driver and the experience of a private detective.”

This blond witch walked around me like a cat around fat.

- If you do not become a little more frank, here then, please, the door! Clear?

She laughed again, picked up a graceful handbag and fished out a thick wad of dollars from her, which she threw so that she landed right next to my unpaid bills.

- Well, uh, okay. Anyway, I would like to hear some details.

She pursed her lower sponge:

- Okay, listen. Behind me is a very cool customer. He has a daughter, and she ... But he seems to want to tell you about this personally.

What would it mean - "cool customer"?

- Um, yes, everything is fine, but I would like to know something else.

She sighed loudly:

- Sorry, but I just have no right to say more. I will take you with him to him, and you will know all the details. Good?

Something held me back. So just do not tumble into the office of a private detective, do not slam the table with a hefty bundle of money to offer him a pleasure trip.

“Come on, Sam, why do you think so long?”

- Listen, miss, I ...

But I could not complete the phrase.

The woman unzipped the dress.

- Hey, what does that mean?

But she just looked coldly.

- The customer has authorized me to offer you another type of payment, suggesting that this will help in any case.

Another moment, and the dress was already lying at the feet of this beauty, she gracefully stepped over him. The bra was even narrower than it seemed to me. To be completely precise, this is the type of bras that only supported the chest from the bottom, leaving the upper half completely open. And the lovely pink-brown nipples, surrounded by a gentle crown, burned my eyes. And at the bottom - a narrow belt, also black, light brown stockings and narrow panties. Where the stockings ended, the marvelous hips began to rise.

- I was told that you love just such underwear. As you can see, it took into account the possibility to convince you in a similar way.

With these words, the blonde undid the bra, threw it into a corner and took off her panties. Yes, she is really beautiful, beautiful so that further and nowhere. My eyes wandered from a wonderful, gorgeous chest to a flat stomach, narrow waist and to the center of pleasure, which was hidden under the light curly hair. And those legs! Long, slender and flexible enough to withstand any method of love fight.

Blonde's mocking voice interrupted my thoughts:

- Do you always fuck in clothes?

I could probably be compared to a madman when I was tearing off my clothes, and so she even laughed out loud:

- Well, you and Subchik, Sam.

My cock was already dangling between the legs like a pendulum - back and forth, and this made an impression. Linda scaredly pressed one of her small thin handles to her mouth:

Sam ... I ... I didn't even guess. I ... I was not told anything about it. It's just ... unbelievable.

Finally, I managed to make this mocking lady jolly. My life partner really looked great. In general, I myself am quite muscularly complex, but my special pride is still related to the fact that it always hangs (or stands) between the legs.

Blonde involuntary movement tried to close his hand source of pleasure and blinked with green eyes, which read genuine amazement. However, my hands were already feeling greedily against the elastic chest and felt that the nipples were getting harder with every second with arousal.

Sweet Linda gently touched my dick, gently pushed the foreskin and stroked the head. Gosh, she's almost ready. Enough to play! I squeeze my hand between luxurious thighs. The blonde started and wanted to pull away, but it did not succeed, and my fingers continued to insistently examine the sexual lips.

They swelled even more and opened like a dark red rose. A small white dot boldly peeking between them. When I touched her with my fingertip, a shiver ran through the body of the blonde. My mouth was already approaching this flower of love, from which a tart fragrance spread, excitingly pure, a little like the smell of unobtrusive perfumes.

My tongue slowly wandered along the red-brown slit, along the inner thighs, and then returned to the temple of love, which was more and more filled with moisture. The blonde, caressing with fingers tense from excitement of a nipple, was already ready to "sticking together of bodies". And unequivocally she herself said about this (although in her own way - apparently, to hide her own uncertainty):

- Come on, Sam, take me. We do not have much time.

She was right, and I had to rise in order to push this trembling body of excitement forward on the tabletop. In this position, it will fully experience the power of my pushes. And so they will give out so much that this little one will repent of its own audacity!

The blonde leaned on the back with one hand, and the other took my trunk. Apparently, she herself ...