I want to share my story that happened three days ago in one of the most ordinary days. Rather, working Friday just started routinely. Routine, routine ... Nothing remarkable. Even the boss, preoccupied with some affairs of his own, kissed me on the cheek only in passing.

We have been lovers for a year now, and our relationship was solid and full-bodied - he did not sleep with his wife (at least he said so), and even often stayed with me for the night. The first violent sexual acts in our head office almost disappeared, but still occasionally happened to my delight. But sometimes some cases so distracted my Borenka that he almost did not pay attention to me, like, for example, on that ordinary Friday.

The reason for this behavior was clarified when the boss with bulging eyes ran into the waiting room:

- Vikulya, the tax inspector will come to us now!

- But, Bor, you said that everything is under control ...

- You do not understand! Littered by the official yesterday and warned me - the intern is going, who wants to curry his life and will dig in earnest! And now he called and said that he would be right now. So, you have to hold it for 15 minutes until I destroy all the papers in the black bookkeeping and erase all the criminal files.

“But how will I delay him?”

- Should I teach you?

The boss jumped to me and unruly fingers undid a couple of buttons on the blouse, and then also opened the resulting neckline right up to the bow on the bust:

- Like this! - He looked with satisfaction at my neatly laid roundness in the neckline. “And he may want to overlook the corporate network.” Put on your computer an advertising screensaver about our company, it’s buggy and while it is playing, the rest of the data is not available ... And the last thing: I’ll call shortly when I destroy all the dirt. Do you still have a special ringtone on my call? ..

As soon as Borenka came into his office, a young man about my age appeared on the threshold of the reception room, looked around a little nervously, but with a definite call: he smiled on duty:

- Good afternoon, Victoria E., I ...

He stopped short because I rose from the table and went to meet him. From his slightly clouded look, it was clear what effect my approximation produced. I myself knew that I looked 100%: a narrow dark skirt, barely reaching the knees and emphasizing the femininity of the hips, slender legs, pulled into stockings in an average mesh, elegant, very open shoes on an incredible stiletto ... Well, and blouse! Half a size less than required to show slim waist, transparent to introduce into temptation translucent laces of thin bras and even slightly visible darkening nipple ranges, and also generously opened on the chest with the hands of the boss ...

“The bastard, well studied our company, even knows the name of the secretary,” I thought, while she herself, charmingly smiling, gently took the man by the hand, and cooed, letting in a voice of clearly measured intimacy:

- Sit at my desk, I included for you a video about our company, so that you would appreciate the successes of the team and management team - I accidentally pressed my chest to his shoulder when I pushed the examiner to the computer: let him feel the exciting resilience and volume. - How, by the way, to contact you?

- Daniil ... uh ... Daniil Viktorovich ... - he, like 99% of men, tried to look into the eyes, fearing to look at the decollete to shiver: how are the attractive roundness? It was always the case when men thought that I could notice immodest glances, not realizing that these glances, thrown away by stealth, are still perfectly felt.

“Sit down, Daniil Viktorovich,” I playfully pressed the shoulders of a man, who was keeping a completely dumbfounded look, and he collapsed into a chair, immediately staring at the display. - Tea? Coffee? We have an amazing espresso, nowhere do not try this!

I turned and, shaking my hips a little more than usual, walked over to the economic corner. Well, no, Daniel, you will not miss a single moment from my one-man show!

I bent over the coffee, without bending my legs, feeling the skirt crawling upwards. Perhaps, I even gave the man to admire the gum on the edge of the stocking, and the fact that he, without looking up, eagerly felt the gaze of my elastic sports ass, was not subject to doubt. In approximately the same manner, I filled a tall glass from the cooler, put everything on the tray and carried it with such a smile, as if I proposed to try not coffee, but myself.

And this should be the case: writing down a complex hip pattern touched the edge of the table, the glass swayed and tried to tip over. I instinctively lifted the tray and pressed to her, but the water still splashed out on the blouse. I aiknula ... and spilled coffee on Daniel's pants! "Hen! - I cursed myself. - All impression spoiled! Now the inspector will be angry and will begin to check our finances even harder! ”

However, maybe not everything is so bad? I noticed that the blouse and bust, wet from the water, do not just shine through, but completely provide to admire my pink charms only when I threw myself on my knees and tried to wipe the stains from Daniel's trousers with snatched napkins! What a "wet t-shirt competition" out there! I almost appeared with bare boobs in front of a stranger man ... But ... But the inspector needed to be appeased after a little incident, and instead of rushing to change clothes or at least throw on my jacket, I only languidly looked into his face from under long eyelashes and bit her teeth lower lip:

“Oh, what a nuisance,” I smiled charmingly, continuing to look meaningfully into Daniel’s eyes, pretended to shake off moisture from the elastic hemispheres above a wet cloth ... Oh, why not go for your beloved boss! But why doesn't he call? Is it still not cleaned up all the tracks? After all, it’s not a long time to sin: what could the taxman think, without embarrassment, watching how a blond girl kneeling in front of him intimately touches herself, showing off her quivering flesh, and also smiles enticingly? Come on, dear, call soon, but not that ... I didn’t think up “not that”, because Daniel suddenly jumped up, picked me up and, muttering: “How is that? Because of me you are drenched! Let me help you! ”, He turned his back to himself and, in his turn, began to shake off the drops that did not exist at that moment from the boobs laid in a wet bra! ... And what am I? I just breathed agitatingly, shuddering, as if in a thrill at the touch of male palms, wondering if I shouldn’t put myself in order instead, reproaching the tester with harassment? What better to distract him from the performance of duties - offended blonde or blonde, invitingly trembling? The situation was really quite favorable and exciting - if it were not for me not so unusual (I never cheated on my lover), and my regular partner was not behind the door, of course!

How long have I been thinking! Daniel, deceived by my lingering sighs and nonresistance, squeezed the wet chest, and then pushed the bra cups down, baring the elastic flesh. At the same time, he was no longer hiding, looking over my shoulder, as his fingers crumpled naked roundness, sometimes gently caressing the swelling nipples with pads. From the latter, I already flinched uncontrollably, with a noise releasing the air through clenched teeth. "No, well, what is waiting for Borka?" - I thought, feeling the pulling excitement between the thighs. And Daniel has already unbuckled his blouse, opened it and began to take me seriously: my tits squeezed to red marks, and my nipples squeezed to sweet pain, from which I sometimes had to bite my lip so as not to groan seriously ... Dear! Call now, and then I already climb under the skirt! A man who was squeezing my chest with one hand and passionately biting the earlobe, sometimes tinkling with his teeth on the earring, really raised the hem and stroked the skin of the thigh above the stocking.However, he did not stop there, and his fingers crawled to his panties, in order to penetrate between them with force ...