And I like you like that. Strict dress code, skirt with a high slit, otherwise it would be inconvenient to walk - so fit, but strict, long. Not a single gram of liberty, to the chest you are pressing the folder with something important, for sure, the gold stamping on the folder seems to fit the bracelet on your wrist. I like to watch you lean over the table to your colleagues, a little noticeable movement of your chin to the left, yes, it is on your left cheek that you always get a strand of hair, and you’re almost used to brushing it. As you turn around sharply after the person you need, and the badge, in a large, like everyone else, plastic frame jumps on your high chest. And I like to know that only I know that under this skirt you have stockings ... that's all. And the panties remained hanging on the back of the chair in the room where I fucked you this morning. No, we had time to pack up. I just wanted to. And now I look at you, I admire and know.

Yeah, you look at the clock - the next meeting. Everyone is going. No, you do not need to go there, your performance in the evening. Well, yes, you have such a clever girl, you also need to listen ... I follow you. Involuntarily trying to go quieter. It's funny to try to be inconspicuous in the business center, but now you're so ... reckless. I'm sneaking up to you, no matter how funny it sounds.

And here you thought out well ... through this hall usually come back, therefore now only you are in it ... and I follow you.

"Anya." Turn around ..

I embrace you and kiss you on the lips ... impetuously, without transition,

You rest against the chest, slightly ... but the palm is already on your nape. A little push ... I love this moment. When you realize that you are in my hands. What can not be resisted.

I kiss you gently ... I do not even kiss you - I touch my lips on my face, neck, as if choosing where to dig ..

Fingers tense ... across the chest ... and gently-gently across the thighs ... down, even along the fabric ..

Palm on the back of the head. So as not to twitch ..

And under the skirt. Up ... on the pubis, between the legs. to stroke They stand)) where ... who let you go ..

"I admired you."

"I ... saw it" - it's hard for you to say. It would be desirable, but shameful.

“And you kept well. I would not know, did not notice "

“Let me go, please ... if anyone enters”

"My sweet ... you know that I will not let you go"

You bite your lips ... and my fingers are already pushing the petals ... down up ...

I roll them between my fingers ... squeezing a little bit ..

Air.

Interesting. Here's how they do it? To huge, three by three meters, the doors opened completely silently?

Yes, and it reaches you too. Fingers dig into the shoulders, hard, even a little painful. You try to see by the eyes - who? Pull back, hide behind. Not allowed.

Serious lady, the head of a federal government, have seen more than once. I can barely hear a whisper: “Do you wonder how she will react?”

Another attempt to escape. "Quiet"

"What are you doing here?"

Delivered voice, excellent diction, accustomed to command. Get clear answers and give important instructions.

"We communicate"

Excitement takes hold of me ... on the edge. She can behave as you please. Oops. Going closer. my hand under your skirt, unbuttoned, not to the end of the blouse.

"Show me." Here is this turn. Play like play. Seated you on the table.

I look at her ... A sleek lady, a little over forty or under, can’t determine, but damn, sleek. The skirt is shorter than it is customary, the jacket is fitted (well, as if on such a lady there can be anything other than a jacket)

Bright lips, clear lines of the eyes ... probably a bunch of something else that I do not know the names, but the skin of the face shines ..

"Show me her."

The tension in the voice is ringing. I have not decided yet? But she is already curious.

“Anya, show yourself to our guest.”

You're so remarkably scared ... dumbfounded.

“ANYA!” Is already sharper.

"Nn ..."

"It is impossible" - I warn your disobedience. In the temples given anxious hammer. You know that now I can not object.

Palms on your knees and higher on the hips. Press hard. Spreading to the sides.

And on the lips ... wet ... hold. down up..

I'm holding you.both palms on hips. And so this touch, sharp nail, thin fingers ... it's not mine ... it's her.

Can you already let go? Will you be a good for our guest? Invisible nod ..

Her hands are stroking you, touching the gum stockings. Pulling back, she lets go ... a noticeable such slap, you flinch. As she smiles at the same time. Yes, she likes! This is your reaction ..

Again. Even I feel. You're so tender over there. While silent. I look at her hands - got to pussy, stroking.

I embrace our guest from behind, unbutton my jacket. A puzzled look and my answer - “no, no, simple courtesy” accepts with understanding ..

I look at you - God, you are all crimson ... and below - you are all flowing.

She turns around to me: “Fuck her. Now"

I myself want crazy. I put you on the table, closer to the edge and abruptly enter.

Narrow, tense, not the same as after my caresses ... but it shakes me from the wildness of sensations

You are trembling. I myself am not childishly concealing ... but you are trembling with a major tremor ... I really want to hide you now, hug you so that it stops ... and not stop.

Fucking you boldly, often, excitement is strange, like hot needles fill a penis - and it hurts and turns on ..

"Stop" Why? I'm so close ... and not yet.

"Stop. Enough. ”She stands, holding a jacket.

“Put yourself in order. The meeting is over. They will see you now. ”- smiles“ - and not only me ”

"In the evening to me with explanations in number." - stretches a business card rectangle. “Both” - something familiar flashes in a slipping smile ... from a predator ..

Turns and goes. Without looking back, but knowing what they are looking at. And knowing that they will come.