— 1-

Blah, blah, blah ... Well, how boring all these events are! I was waiting for the main thing. Distribution of practice. And the dean puffed, grew husky, went bankrupt, explaining to us how important the work experience is for the student, what she gives ... And how we should behave so as not to dishonor Alma Mater.

And finally, the main thing: “Those students who have brought letters from enterprises that guarantee practical training in the specialty are allowed to pass on at the place of issue. The rest will receive directions in the dean's office ... "

Hooray! I do practice where I wanted. No wonder he tried, raising all the acquaintances, and one of the first filed an application for direction to practice in a particular organization ... Why am I glad? I'm going to work there after graduation. And now I need to prove myself, show the goods face and become necessary in the organization. The company is not very big, but developing and promising. Moreover, it is a branch of a Moscow company.

And here is the first day. He is the only one that I liked. They just showed me and explained what I would do. And then began working everyday ...

No, I, of course, knew that it was necessary to go to work every day and work from nine to six, but I had no idea how difficult it was! Do something every day that you don’t like, not having the opportunity to go out and air out, let alone do something else ... Sent! The system of "operation" here was set perfectly. A week later, I "howled beluga at the moon"!

We had to urgently do something. Considering myself smarter than others, I decided to approach this issue from the alternative side. And the case turned up ... Corporate. Ten years from the date of creation of the company. Friday night feast. The appearance of all is required. Payment: fifty to fifty. Half the company pays the rest we.

First was the distribution of "gifts". Awards, certificates and all garbage. And then we were invited to the tables. How the youngest got to the extreme table at the end of the hall with the losers. But I was not, and he was going to solve this issue radically. After an hour of abundant libation, by the way, I almost did not drink. The head was needed sober. I invited our boss to dance ...

Not to say that I was delighted with her form and appearance, but “business is business”! In life, she was a pleasant woman, but at work "beast"! Short-haired brunette with large steel-colored eyes, well-groomed and dressed "spick and span". She was over forty. Slightly blurred from a sedentary lifestyle, but still vigorous and, with the words "colleagues", do not shy away from having sex, especially with young men. In the smoking room, where I went to talk, they made fun of me: “Trainee! You do not practice there doing it! You have to move to the country! ". Indeed, she lived in a garden cooperative outside the city, where she bought several neighboring garden plots and made her nest. She went to work herself, although sometimes the driver took her in a jeep owned by the company. She had a great car. Double "gelding" convertible white.

Further, as they say, there was a matter of technology. Moreover, she almost immediately made it clear that she would not mind having some fun by grabbing my ass and pressing her huge tits to my chest. She drank, apparently, a lot, but on his feet kept firmly. When I pulled her close and stroked myself over the big, but elastic buttocks, she raised herself on tiptoes and whispered in my ear:

- You do not mind?

- Against what?

- Take a closer look? I need to know my subordinates better!

- No, of course, Larisa Sergeyevna. You are so sexy ...

“When the two of us call me just Larisa ...” she answered, “and be ready.” In half an hour we leave.

- Yes, I even now ... - whispered in her ear and kissed her neck.

“Not now, but after half an hour, she added almost soberly and walked away from me, not waiting for the dance to finish.”

Half an hour later I was standing on the street, dancing with impatience. She appeared fifteen minutes later we got into the jeep, and he started off. I immediately tried to get down to business, but in response I received a rebuke:

- The machine is not the most convenient place for this occupation, especially at my age.

- Yes, what age Larissa, are you talking about? - I flattered.

- ... - she smiled and pulled her close, kissed her lips, - bear with my young friend! It will be, everything will be ... At home. And clung to my side.

— 2-

So we rode. I stroked her thigh, and she, thinking, looked out the window. Got true and fast. Half an hour and we are in place. The jeep left almost immediately, and we passed to the fenced territory of a well-groomed garden. I looked around. A small cozy even from the side of the cottage, a high almost three-meter fence without a single lumen. In the left corner of the entire length of the building. Judging by the pipe - a bath and, probably, a garage in one block. And a hefty dog, not less than a meter at the withers, who looked at me like a snack.

The first thing Larisa went to the dog and zasyusyukala:

- Well, how are you, my dear. I will feed you at home and now ... - and already speaking to both of us, - This is Gavrosh, - pointing to the dog, - and this is a guest. Sergei. Come and let him sniff. I think you will be friends.

With some apprehension, I approached Gavrosh. He looked at me with a look in which I read:

- They go here different ... But if the hostess does not mind - live ... - and turned away, devotedly staring at Larisa.

I stretched out my hand, the dog jerked toward me, and sighed sharply, and lost all interest. He was interested in feeding, and I was a hindrance, delaying dinner.

Ate this "calf" a lot and tasty. A piece of meat with a thick bone, he ground his teeth for about five minutes and, it seems, was not averse to try another piece of that kind per kilogram. But on the second he had dry food and a basin of milk. With these cookies, he crunched so that my ears are covered. And the milk lacquered with his spade-like tongue, probably half a liter at once.

Lovingly looking at her pet, Larisa asked:

- Is he cute?

- ... - I nodded back, not knowing what to say.

She came up to me and, running her hand over her torso, grabbed me for a causal place:

- And you? Will you be nice and attentive to me?

- I hugged her and "gave" her the most gentle kiss of those that could.

“You're kissing well,” Larissa chirped, “let's see what is in bed ... Ok, the bath is ready, let's go wash.”

As I understood, she lived alone, except for this “calf”. Who protopil bath, while for me it was a mystery. When we entered the bathhouse, I looked around. A simple bathhouse to call this facility was offensive. Rather, an elite sauna stuffed with electronics, although as I later learned, there was also a Russian wood-fired bathhouse there.

- Smart House? - I stated.

“Probably,” she replied in passing, pulling off and throwing her dress on the floor.

- And not bad here ... - I flattered her.

- Yes ... You take off your clothes, come on and go to the sauna ...

While I was pondering on the topic: “How well in the Soviet country to live,” she took off her stockings, her dimensionless bra, and was now massaging white soft breasts. They hung in her like two lush loaves with large pink nipples the size of a large grape. Not holding back, he stretched out his hand and, grasping one nipple with his fingers, squeezed, pulling it forward.

- Like? - she stretched like a cat, no sooner a well-fed tiger, and pulled off her tiny panties ... - well, what are you standing in like a post? Take off your clothes - and, coming up to me, she began hastily to unbutton her pants.

I did not have time to say “A”, when I found myself in one shirt, and Larisa, dropping down on an ottoman, had already swallowed my organ and began to suck it. Her efforts were not in vain and after a minute he stood up, showing himself in all its glory. She turned away from such enjoyable classes for me and examined the "trophy".

- A good size, and if it is also a hard worker, then you will pass the practice without difficulty, - she expressed her opinion.

- While not complained! - confirmed her views with pride.

“Then come on,” she got up, walked over to the canape standing in the center of the room ...