Chapter 1. From the author. In the apartment.

Elena turned off the laptop, put the papers on the table in order, and looked around her office. She stretched sweetly in a soft leather chair, straightening her stiff muscles, put her hands behind her head and stretched her legs. Anticipating two days off, she smiled. Today was a very difficult day for her. But finally it ended.

She liked her job. Not everyone can be lucky to find a place in the representative office of a foreign bank as head of a department. And the salary was quite decent, it allowed to rent a good apartment, to have a car and it was enough to spend on the purchase of new clothes and shoes. For a girl of twenty-five, it was just wonderful. The only thing she wanted now was to get home quickly, pour a glass of wine and take a relaxing shower.

She went to the window. On the street was a real tropical rain. The water was rushing along the sidewalks, and just today she did not hire an umbrella. It was sunny in the morning and it just couldn't be raining. But by lunchtime, the whole light show began. “We'll have to walk from the parking lot in the rain,” she thought.

Returning to the table, she stopped for a moment in front of the mirror - her weakness, which, as an exception, allowed the chef to install. The mirror faithfully reflected an attractive young business woman, about seventy meters tall, with smooth dark brown hair falling over her shoulders, dressed in a gray business suit, whose skirt reached the middle of her slender sporty hips covered with black transparent stockings.

The unbuttoned jacket corresponding to the skirt had narrow lapels, over which lay a wide collar of a snow-white cotton blouse. Through the blouse the outlines of the bra barely showed through, he only supported his chest, but he didn’t hide his nipples at all, so that his chest was much raised and his nipples stuck out like pebbles. The view would have satisfied Elena, if not for the fatigue on her face.

Women in the bank were forbidden to wear pants. To this rule was added the secret order of the chief for the elect: under the dress or skirt - mandatory stockings and nothing more. And now, coming to the table, she opened the bottom drawer and pulled out her panties. She took them off every morning when she came to work, and first of all she closed for five minutes. Black silk panties, at first glance no different from ordinary panties. But this is only at first glance. First, they were with a pubic cut. And secondly, a small phallus was attached to them from behind. He was ten centimeters in length and not very thick, anal, for thrill-seekers.

Helen took the gel from the box and first smeared the phallus, and then her anal hole. Then she began to wear panties over a belt with stockings, gently thrusting the phallus in the ass. Finally he went all in, and she pulled on her panties as she should. Her pussy immediately climbed out through the slot. But the slot was with a rubber band, and it could be stretched as it should. You could go to the toilet without removing the panties, but you could do something more serious.

Without lowering the skirt, she went to the mirror. Panties, like panties, if you do not know that the phallus is inserted in the ass. All this together gave spice and new sensations. Especially when walking. She lowered her hand and stroked her pussy. Sponges became so unusually sensitive that the girl moaned, barely touched their fingers. Listening to her feelings, she began to caress herself, watching her hands in the mirror. Oh, it was very good! The vagina was quickly moistened, and the sponges and the clitoris simply prayed for caress. Just a few movements, and she huddled in ecstasy, biting her lips in an attempt to contain the moans ...

Five minutes later, Helen closed her office and said goodbye when leaving the office to the guard, noticing his lustful and admiring glance, and complained about the heavy rain and the lack of an umbrella. He immediately offered to carry her to the car with his umbrella, to which she condescendingly agreed. Phallus pleasantly stimulated the rear opening, and Lena consciously twisted her elastic ass, introducing additional sensations, and arresting the views of random passers-by to her ass.

Exactly thirty minutes later, she ran into the entrance of her house, and panting, stopped. Her costume was completely wet, the skirt defiantly stuck to the slender figure, emphasizing the perfect forms of the girl, and the weightless fabric of the blouse, just getting wet, became so transparent that the looking nipples looked very juicy and sophisticated.

While she was running from the parking lot to the house, Helen realized that it was better to walk steadily and not run around with a phallus in the ass, he strongly interfered with movement and rubbed the rectum, so that everything was burning there now. And the first desire was to remove the panties and release the burning hole.

The girl straightened her wet hair, from which water continued to drip, lifted her skirt and began to take off her panties. It was getting cold in wet clothes. “As if she didn't catch a cold”, she thought up and, lifting her head, shuddered: a boy of about twelve or thirteen was standing near the elevator and was looking at her. Helen calmed down, it's almost a child, do not worry! She even wanted to show off in front of him, let her appreciate her body. “Although, she immediately thought that he could appreciate”!

Without lowering the skirts, with panties in her hand, she approached him, slightly shaking her hips, and, as if recalling something, began to squirm quickly, making ambiguous movements with the pelvis, which are said to be “indecent”. She squatted, spreading her knees to the sides, squeezing her breasts, stroking her pubis - and all this was accompanied by such a moan and languid expression that it was impossible to resist the dance. At the end of this little “excursion into erotica”, as Lenochka mentally called her dance, she lifted her skirt even higher and sat in front of the boy with her legs spread wide. She felt that her lips opened up even more in this position, judging by the fact that it was in that area that the boy’s gaze stopped, and he shamelessly examined her intimate hairstyle. She looked at him and waited, what did he say? She was very interested.

- Draft, and you are naked. - He said thoughtfully and added. - catch a cold.

She was disappointed. So trite! However, this is not a man!

- and everything? - She asked, lowering the skirt.

- Actually class! Figurine - what you need! I would have pulled.

He was clearly without complexes.

- Can you? - she smiled. - Zhenka worth?

- Saw, but have not tried yet. - He ran his hand over his jeans. - Like a stake, hard!

“Come to me,” she said seriously, and led him to the elevator.

Lenochka rented a two-room apartment. She hasn’t got a husband yet, and she didn’t hurry. She was sure that she would find her prince, but a little later. In the meantime, she took from life all that was needed to a pretty woman with a chiseled figure. Helen was not a puritan and occasionally kept in touch with men - for her it was not a problem. Several people from work, including the boss, and some of the husbands of girlfriends. This was quite enough to satisfy the sometimes insatiable desires. And now she felt the familiar, desperate itching in the lower abdomen, in the depths of her pussy. She took the game, realizing that it would not lead to the bad: it is too small for something to work out. But she became very interested, and she pressed the button with the number “seven”.

Going into the apartment, the first thing she did was throwing off her jacket, going to the kitchen and pouring herself some wine. After drinking a glass in one gulp, Helen poured another glass and went into the room. The boy was already sitting in the bedroom on the bed and flipping through the intimacy number.

- Do you want a beer? - She asked. - And, in general, how old are you?

- Fifteen. - He replied solidly.

- You're lying!

- Exactly!

- Well, I believe, I believe.

When she brought him a bottle of beer, the boy continued ...