Office. Karina.

I stood in front of the built-in closet with mirrored doors and looked at my reflection. A man in his prime. Carlson, who lives on the roof, practically. How did my mind get into this body? The body was obviously going to the gym. Biceps. Triceps. Delta. Worked shoulders. Buttocks, about which women probably thought: "What an ass!". Far from being a joke, but just what I liked in my past life. Y-yes, zigzag of fate ... In a past life, I was a woman. And the last thing I remember is how I kicked up at a party. And immediately after this - the awakening in the male body. I looked at the hanging member. 14-15 centimeters in erection, I think. There is nothing to admire, but also to be ashamed. That's all right. But in the head of the memories of a 35-year-old woman, some vague fragments resembling a photo album remained from the man’s consciousness. Persons Business plan on a computer monitor. The address of my company is on ... Business card!

I passed into the hallway. I took the men's bag and returned to the mirror. As far as my “photo album” remembers, here I will find everything ...

No, it's nice to still look at the sports figure in the mirror doors. This is my female nature makes itself known? But not! No shit! Rather, vanity. My body is not skinny. And not blurred fat. Just a holiday of some kind! I looked at the monitor screen - there the screensaver changed pictures with half-naked women. Uh, you, as she caved, giving admire crotch. Barely wrapped in thin panties! ..

And what's that? Cock began to raise the increasing head! I started to blow hard. It helped. The erection that had begun safely subsided. Analysis of the incident gave a clear conclusion - the excitement arose from viewing pictures on the computer. What is this? Is my orientation correct? Or vice versa? Okay, let's deal with this later, something I digress ...

So. Business card. General Director of JSC "something there" Kharlamov Alexander Nikolaevich. Rights ... Passport. Wow! Kharlamov's date of birth exactly coincides with my birthday. That explains a lot ... Although ... Yes, it doesn't explain a damn thing! Okay, that too later.

Taking the phone, I dialed a familiar number. Nobody is answering. My female body or upil up to a fatal outcome, or not sober. Later!

Having finished five minutes of raising self-esteem, I took a nice body into the shower. And already idly turning around under the hot jets, pondered. No, still women are fools! Well, tell me, how can I have fun when a sweaty hairy man fucks you ?! Especially for sure the goat. Or with the same bloated self-conceit, like mine ... I shuddered, barely a picture of a man sweating on a woman surfaced in the brain. Fuck, what an abomination! ... My inner eye changed the sign and returned to the pictures on the screen. Mmmm ... Half-naked whores! The enchanting beauty of silicone and photoshop! There was a certain swelling in the abdomen.

ABOUT! It seems that the orientation made a 180-degree turn and with a click locked in the final position.

Krasava! I got up ... And what should I do now? How is Shakespeare? Jerking off or not jerking off - that is the question. I tried to squeeze the barrel in my fingers. A little experimented with the movements. That ottyagivaya skin to the very eggs. Why the head was inflated even more. That is almost hiding her. Fuck! Who said that men's sensations are weaker than women's? Well no! Kaif still one! Past female nature suggested that the erection is complete. Wooden. Although I now to the female nature? And I feel everything perfectly! Water flowed through the penis, running down the trunk to the base. Rippling in the balls. Female memory again suggested that the picture is fascinating and delicious. But the man's gut was strongly opposed. Objecting that this picture lacks an important detail. For example, female genital lips covering a member. Or a mouth a little ring, sliding on it. And then, what the hell is not joking, tight anus.Between gentle girl buttocks ... So jerking off or not jerking off? That is a moral and ethical question. Come on! What, I will not find myself a sweet hole in a day? Do not masturbate, in fact, as a pimply youngster? Besides being late for a new job. Resolved! Shakespeare with stupid questions send to hell.

Like cold water - the solution of male problems of this kind. I reached for the regulator ...

Fuck! I wish I had jerked off. No, the erection of course disappeared. But now I have not got a tooth for a tooth. The skin turned blue. In the pimple. Eggs ached some kind of weird weight. And the sausage itself, so that I just got a foot in the pants from the fifth time ... Fuck-like fuck-like exercises!

I found the car in the yard. Easy! According to the number in the "Testimony". Work - too. Navigator and address in the business card. It was a little more difficult, but I managed. Yet the male memory could suggest something. Here is a semi-familiar door with the words “General Director. Kharlamov Alexander Nikolaevich ". Yeah, that means us here.

- Good morning!

In a small reception room a pretty girl darted towards me. And who is this? Photo album clicks in front of the inner eye. So, this is not that ... This is not that ... Here! Karina, my secretary. Small Rostik. Chestnut hair is framed by a cute oval attractive face. Huge eyes with pointed lashes behind the glasses of fashionable glasses. The glasses themselves slipped a little on a snub nose with a small constellation of freckles. Little puppet mouth with plump sponges. Mmmm ... How could these sponges cover my ... Stop-stop, Alexander Nikolaevich. Something you do not think about.

And what else is there to think about when you see a pretty slim girl with long legs and a cozy neckline? Tudit in your swing, what tits! So right and ask in the palm of your hand. Crumple them, squeeze. To the owner of these squealed, huddled under my fingers ...

Tits ... tits ... A rich inner world? What do we see there? I looked into huge eyes. Aha Not enough Not yet in acute form. But already close to chronic. And if not to treat a girl?

- Alexander Nikolaevich! Documents on the signature on your desk, coffee will now be ready.

“So I drink coffee in the morning,” I thought, taking my seat in the chair. Under the belt of the trousers uncontrollable tension has long arisen. The jacket is not buttoned on the bottom button. All the excitement of the chief can clearly diagnose any employee. What to do, eh? A cold shower nearby is somehow not observed ...

And then there's Karina. Coffee brought. She put the tray on the table, stooping. My eyes and stuck ... No, they were welded to death on the elastic hemispheres. Slightly trembling movements of the hands, placing a cup, cream, a small sugar bowl on the table. Here it is - what? Purposely, or what? So I right now and flung her back? At the very beginning of the working day? Although ... This alcohol can not be drunk in the morning. And fucking a pretty secretary is a sweet affair. In any case, this was prompted to me by the manifested male intuition.

Fortunately, Karina saved me from an article for rape by leaving the office. Saved, frankly, with difficulty. I was on the verge of wrongdoing as she proceeded to the door. Shaking elastic ass under a thin waist. Fingering slender legs, amazingly sexy high heels. It is good that this path was not too long. And I did not have time to jump to catch up with her. And fill up on the spot.

Turning on the computer, I sat back in the director's chair and sipped coffee. “Alexander Nikolayevich started a good ritual,” I thought, enjoying a fragrant drink. Here I would add one more aspect ... So that Karinochka at that time was sitting under the table and ... No, well, really, all men are goats and libertines. Yesterday I would have killed anyone for similar thoughts about pretty secretaries, but today I’m enjoying super vision: I sip hot coffee in a relaxed pose, and underneath the table, no less hot sponges slide a ring around my dick ...

Oh, what am I doing all this for? I tried to focus on work. Oddly, it helped.In the affairs of a small company reigned utter chaos. Yes, the simplest systematization could ...