- Julia, well, let's go already, everyone was waiting!

“I’m coming and going,” I responded, looking at myself in the mirror for the last time. A nice girl in a dazzling white fluffy sweater, red skirt, lush due to a tight mesh petticoat, white short stockings left over from Oktoberfest, with red flirty bows at the front and back, in red shoes on a tall stud and of course in an indispensable Santa cap. It is clear that the Snow Maiden from me, in such an outfit, is still that, but for an office banquet it will do.

I moved away from the mirror in the hall and headed to the office, where the “glade” was covered in the central room. I did not expect anything good from our corporate party. By five o'clock most of the colleagues had pretty much gathered up, and this year the authorities did not indulge us with renting a restaurant with a toastmaster, music and separation from the boring, although decorated, office interiors. Well, okay, but she was generous with a huge, under the ceiling, a Christmas tree, thick and occupying the entire corner of the central room. In general, the holiday went on as usual, but it didn’t want to go home anyway - the last time my husband didn’t get along. Despite the fact that I could call myself an attractive woman, the faithful had long ceased to pay attention to me. Sex has become quite rare, and I took it into the habit of lying down once a week in the bathroom with a dildo. I don’t know if anyone had anything on my side, but I still watched loyalty, because I thought that cheating was not a worthy act for a girl.

In the central room reigned relaxed atmosphere. Several people danced near the fluffy Christmas tree, the others rustled, laughed and absorbed what they managed to gather on the table. I tried to get into my place in the corner under the cheers: "Julia, come on quickly, we will just drink the Snow Maidens, and without you this toast does not roll!". However, before I was able to sit in my chair, the drunken employees began to push in their places, and Andrei was suddenly on it. It is necessary to admit, I was a little afraid of him and disliked somewhere. The first is because he was as healthy as a bear. The guy rocked from his youth, and I felt next to him, like a lamb, found himself in a predator's den. That was how he was pretty good-looking — a pretty, slightly innocent face, a straight look under even black eyebrows, shaved temples and bangs combed forward. All this, together with the beard, crescent framing chin, made him look like the ancient Slavic god. Besides, he is self-assured, cool, and, as is the case with strong people, he remained calm in any situation, as if the solution to any problem was a trifling matter. Well, the second ... I did not like him because he tried all the nice women of our company and was already approaching the neighbors. Only I alone escaped his bed.

- Julia! Yes, sit down already on Andryukha's lap! - voices were heard.

In my head, a hops wandered, giving me courage, and I bravely plopped down on Andrey's knees. He immediately attacked my waist with a powerful hand, forcing me to doubt - if I was too quick.

But everything went on as usual: the staff drank, ate, Andrew chatted about something with our neighbor, Marinka, behind my shoulder, and I relaxed until the moment when his lapis suddenly showed up on my knee. Frankly, I was really scared. This bear was holding my waist with one hand, already intimately holding me to it, while the other hand was at ease on my leg, lightly stroking it. I nervously swallowed, transfixed, like a frightened bird in front of a cat, and only blinked my eyelashes: what should I do? At the same time, my treacherous body suddenly, for no reason at all, behaved terribly inadequately. My heart beat, my nipples instantly swelled, sweetly pressing my elbow on the bra, and my chest stopped breathing. But how can this be? And what would their colleagues think, seeing as a recognized womanizer freely stroking a married woman's knees, besides, he had always refused him? I looked around with help. In the course, everyone did not care that Andrew finally achieved his goal. Well, in any case, almost proceeded to preliminary caresses. Marinka, turning away and putting her elbow on the table, was excitedly telling something to the others. Especially for Sexitals. Neighbors at the end of the table were also discussing something, constantly pouring vodka into glasses for each other, and they couldn’t see because of the edge that I was practically squeezed by the legs.

I felt hot, because my delay had a bad effect on my integrity - the man's hand, while my feverish gaze sought out those who were interested in Andrei’s actions, had already passed the flirty bow on the stocking and crawled under the edge of the puffy skirts, caressing bare skin. I'm really a fool - I sit like a wedge, and an outsider without frustration is already fumbling under a skirt.

I turned a little and, trying not to attract the attention of my colleagues, leaned toward Andrey's “distant” ear:

- Stop immediately!

That was a big mistake! My cheek was against his lips, which he did not immediately fail to take advantage of by kissing my cheek, and then drawing a path along the neck to the clavicularal hollow. I gasped in surprise. Surprisingly, it was mainly the fact that it turned out to be surprisingly pleasant and sexy, so sexy that my slit suddenly let a little bit of moisture in her panties.

- Do not you kiss me! - I growled, hoping that colleagues at the table opposite think that I was just telling Andrey to my ear so as not to shout over the noise, and they would not suspect that he was kissing me, and his hand was found under my skirt.

- Well, I will not, - said the villain calmly, ceasing to touch the tip of the tongue under the collarbone.

I almost groaned from disappointment, but then Andrei suddenly pushed the brush between my thighs with a strong movement and pressed my index finger across the crotch through the panties.

“Oooh,” I moaned, and straightened, as if I had swallowed the arshin, feeling the finger entering a little along with the fabric of the panties.

My moan was not heard in the rumble of music and the hubbub of voices.

- You said "I will not"! - I hissed, fiercely looking into the eyes of Andrew.

- So then - kiss ... - he outwardly lazy and relaxed, he responded and thrust his finger even deeper.

My body trembled violently, and I bent, with a sweep of my elbows on the table and almost beat off the leg in my glass of shampusk, which I still held in my hands. In spite of the wildness of the situation, I was so excited that I had to bite my sponge so as not to moan out loud, because the pressure increased and weakened, and this was the worst of all, because it was like sexual intercourse. Besides, I couldn’t get anywhere, why am I sitting with my hips slightly apart? When did it happen that I myself yielded to the onslaught of an impudent one and, instead of keeping the legs tight, obediently spread them apart? No, that should not be so!

I turned, not daring to make at least an attempt to drive a man's hand from under her skirt, or at least squeeze her hips, and tried to look at Andrew angrily. But he only smiled:

- You're so beautiful now ...

I immediately realized that my cheeks were burning either from shame, or from unusual arousal, my mouth was half open, and my eyes began to languidly roll - Andrew had already moved his panties to the side, and his fingers touched my bare, wrinkles.

“Stop it now, otherwise I’ll scandal you now.”

I wanted to say this phrase sternly and angrily, but it turned out some babbling of a student from the institute of noble maidens who fell into the hands of a drunken revolutionary sailor.

“Are you sure you want me to stop?” - ingratiatingly asked the scoundrel.

“No, no, do not stop!” - I wanted to scream, feeling how confidently my fingered lips rubbed my hard lips with confidence, sometimes slipping easily ...