Three of us were sent on a business trip. Valentina Yuryevna Nechaeva, was our senior audit team. A full fifty-year-old woman, even her grandchildren seemed to be there, but to drink at the get-together, to continue the holiday and it was not known where to finish it — it was not to take away her age. There were tales about her amorous adventures, but, as they say: I did not hold a candle - I don’t know. The second was the exact opposite of Nechaevoy - economist Natasha Trofimova. She was 45 years old. Husband, children, or any spree. Even on corporate events an hour and a half and ran away home. Although the hunters would get to know her better than ever, there was a beautiful woman. A short, slim, neat brunette didn’t look like 45, and her glasses, although they added austerity to her appearance, didn’t make her look older. Well, I, Julia Veselova. 22 years old, beginning auditor, but at the moment just practicing in a Moscow audit firm. Salary is not very, but by agreement 2 years I had to work in the "Roksolana".

The trip was not long - 2 days in one direction by train. Airplanes we did not rely, but if the road took more than a day, then the management allocated tickets for the NE. Well, thanks for that.

Loaded into the car, decomposed ... Nechaeva put a bottle of brandy on the table.

Well, who would doubt!

But I have a weak drink: I’d sort out a little - the night in an embrace with the toilet is guaranteed. Therefore, I was more tongue drenched in a glass than a saw. Natasha was practically not in a compartment: she called her husband, she let her husband, but she did not part with the phone. And I also went to the corridor to talk - that I couldn’t apply such a secret to it. And so it went. Natasha ran through the corridors with a telephone, I politely drenched my tongue in cognac, and Valentina Yuryevna famously threw back a glass for a glass ...

In the late afternoon, a fellow traveler appeared in the compartment. Healthy, bearded man Peter. The bearded age is difficult to determine, but obviously not a boy - maybe the same age as Valentina Yuryevna, and maybe even older. Nechaev's companion was delighted - some kind, and a drinking companion appeared. Peter was not against a drink, but because he pulled out his bottle on the table and the spree began to gain momentum. Occasionally Natasha also sat at the table, but barely had time to drink a glass — the telephone again, and again into the corridor. By nine in the evening, Nechaev and Peter were thoroughly tipsy.

“Mother,” the bearded man turned to Valentina Yuryevna. - Here the thing is: I’ve got food from the watch, I haven’t seen a woman for half a year. Julia, - he nodded at me, - too young for me. You yourself are a prominent woman, but serious, I immediately see - you have no idea what to offer. And how is Natasha yours? Fucking? Or virgin Macedonian?

“Listen, Petya,” Nechaeva stared drunkenly at him, “the women give everything, depending on how you ask.” And what, Natasha liked?

“Well, yes,” said Peter, with a shaggy head. - I love these women.

- And you love, so what are you asking me? Take it and ebi, if you give, lover! Fuck your Natasha, like a cat: she has enough whips. So you are not the first, not the last ...

- Well, Valyuha, you have pleased me. You just do not interfere - so I her ... Okay, I smoke - now I will come ...

- Valentina Y., why are you so? - I turned to Nechayeva. - Everyone knows that Trofimova is not like that.

- Shut up, snot! For twenty years I have been waiting for at least someone to plant this Trofimova. And then you understand, all this is correct. On the coproratives, the others will drink, someone will fuck on the side, some will not, someone will be clothed with, who is like ... And this righteous woman is above all ...

Then the door crawled to the side, Peter returned to the compartment and Nechaev was silent. The booze continued. By ten o'clock in the evening Natasha joined Valentina and Peter.

The clock was the beginning of the twelfth, when Valentina Yurievna got up:

- Okay, young people, whatever you want, and I sleep.And you sit - I'm on top! - with these words, Nechaev winked at me and climbed onto the top shelf.
Already?

- Well, I'll go to sleep, I got sick of the habit, - I said pulling on my shelf. - Good night! For five minutes, for order, I twisted, and then sniffed. Nechaev was snoring on the next shelf ... They were talking quietly downstairs, so I really couldn’t make out anything. Like she told something about children, about the husband. He answered something ... Under the monotonous sound of the wheels, I still dozed off. I do not know how much I was in slumber, but when I opened my eyes, the first thing I heard was that there was a scuffle below.

... - Well, Natasha, fucking, why are you breaking? - asked Peter in a whisper.

- Peter, stop immediately! Well what is it? - Trofimova was barely audible.

“You’re not a virgin,” Peter urged. “I haven't seen Babu for half a year ...”

- Stop it! I have a husband, children ... Enough!

- What is your husband? Husband does not know! Well, let's get laid just once and that's it! You're a Muscovite, I'm from Irkutsk - crammed, fled. Everything will be sewn-covered! ...

- Leave me alone!...

I felt like a hot flush: not when I did not attend such battles! Slowly, in order not to detect myself, I turned my head and looked down. In the uneven light of the lanterns, I saw Trofimov, disheveled, sitting on the bottom shelf, who was actively pawing Peter. I do not know how long their battles began, but Peter managed to unbutton Natalia's blouse and free the woman from her bra - I managed to notice a milky white breast with a large, light-brown nipple, which Peter immediately covered. I must say that Natalia’s breasts were surprisingly large and very contrasted with the woman’s fragile physique ...

- Well, milking you, Natasha! - enthusiastically snuffled Peter. - I never would have thought that such a thin one had such a juicy udder ...

- Get your hands off! - Natasha answered with a whistling whisper, trying in vain to tear the hands of the “boyfriend” from her breast. Apparently Peter only needed it - with his free hand he rushed under Trofimova’s skirt. Of course, the skirt-razdetyka was not the best defense. Natasha took to pull her hand out from under her skirt, and in the meantime Peter managed to pull her blouse off the woman’s shoulders. Now the chest was completely exposed. Yes, the size was definitely impressive - not “Simenovich”, of course, but somewhere close ... Peter immediately began to suck and lick the Trofimov breast.

- I will scream! - Natasha admonished in a broken voice.

- And what will you tell your colleagues? - Peter looked up from his breasts. - What are you sitting here in front of me hanging out boobs?

In the eyes of Trofimova appeared pounded expression. I felt sorry for her, I wanted to shout and stop their volunteers. But at the same time I wanted this rude, uncouth bugger to fuck our respectable Natasha.

I will pretend that I sleep, and there come what may.

As long as I reasoned, what to do, Peter took with all his hands the whole boss under the skirt of continuing to resist Natasha. Suddenly my nostrils slashed with a spicy smell. There was no doubt - it smelled like women's juice - all the same, Peter got to Trofimova's pussy. And suddenly I noticed that the resistance of Natasha began to decline. Toli got her from the fact that Peter with his fingers got to her crotch, toli decided to surrender to this dork - I don’t know, but a minute later she closed her eyes, turned her face away and lowered her hands. Peter took it as an invitation. Less than a minute, as Trofimova was completely naked. I saw that she was broken - there was no talk of any disobedience: she herself helped to take off her blouse, she raised her ass when a gentleman took off her skirt with shorts.

- Well, that's clever! - muttered Peter, pulling off his sports pants. - And then, husband-children! Now, now my babonka ...

When he pulled off his pants with cowards, then I could not believe my eyes - I personally saw such a thing only in porn movies: not long, but the thickness ...

Poor Natasha, with no one except her husband, and here the first time and such a beater fuck.

Meanwhile, Peter perched on the now obedient Trofimov, with his knee spread his legs and ...

- Ah! ... - Natasha escaped from the mouth and, she herself squeezed her mouth with both hands ....

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