I went to the office not by car. In the evening, at the exit from the office, he stopped in indecision. Pouring rain. Just a wall of water.
- Sergey Alexandrovich, we are almost on the way. I'll give you a lift, - I hear a velvet voice behind my back. I turn around. The financial director of our company.

Before continuing, it is necessary to say a few words about this forty-year-old, impressive lady. Height 170. Not fat. Even, one might say, not complete. Waist almost wasp, but with very broad hips and slender legs. Pants never wear. Anyway, I did not see. Prefers dresses or skirts, below the knee. The bust is completely unimaginable. Certainly not less than the eighth. Now we put this miracle on high heels. And so that the picture was complete, the final touch. On a cute, well-groomed face, put on huge glasses with thick glasses in your finger. In the future it will be clear that this detail for the story is of particular importance.
And very briefly about the character. Before you say anything, be sure to pause. And if you have to answer, there will be at least two pauses.

Well, how? Imagine such a miracle? So here. I take an umbrella from the hands of this miracle, open it over my head and securely covering myself from the side rains, leading to her car. Rushing quickly, I hold the umbrella for a long time while she slowly sits in the driver's seat. Then, already completely wet, I run around the bonnet and flop on the passenger.
Touched. The car is expensive. I do not focus attention on the make of the car intentionally. For the story it does not matter.
Megapolis. The end of the working day. The movement is very dense. Slippery. Therefore, all go neatly. The road is approaching a sharp turn, which, in good weather, usually forms traffic jams. The flow of cars begins to slow down.

And here follows a swift push of the right leg. The accelerator pedal abruptly goes to the floor. The tachometer needle flies to the right. Involuntary, almost convulsive movement of the rudder in the direction opposite to the drift. The car, instantly changing lanes through two rows and leaving behind a dozen or so cars, turns delicately on a controlled drift.
- Ekaterina Markovna! Fairy you are our almighty! Where did you learn to drive like that? - there is no limit to my admiration.
She slowly turns. Makes two pauses. I have already said, answering the question, she always makes not one, but at least two pauses. At the same time, continuing to drive, looking at me, and not on the road. Finally, there should be a charming smile and unhurried response in a velvety angel voice:
- Pedals mixed up ...

And calmly turns his fat glasses back to the windshield.
The hand can not find a seat belt to buckle up. An uncontrollable emptiness begins to form in my stomach. Everyone, when it comes to seeing angels from afar at the entrance, waving their hands in a friendly way, is expressed in different ways. It usually happens to me.

Finally, the car stops at my house. She turns to make her pauses before saying goodbye. She was just about to make her own pauses, and three hurricanes had already been able to immediately scold her in my head. First, there was a desire to get out of the car and fall on her knees in front of her for allowing her to live in this world. But the next second, I wanted to strangle her unbearably right there and then. But the third desire took over the emotions raging in me.

Without letting her say anything, I carefully removed my glasses from her with two hands and put them on the torpedo. Her eyes were incredibly large and not at all short-sighted. She did not squint at all. Just looked in front of me with a blank look. And, suddenly, it seemed to me so helpless.

I opened the jacket on her and one by one from the top down I began to unbutton the buttons on the blouse. An interesting reaction followed. Rather, no reaction followed at all. She even put her hands behind her back.

The size of the female breast can be treated differently: who likes a big, who is average, who is very small, this is an amateur case. But no matter what they say, no matter how much they pretend, not a single man can remain indifferent to the huge woman's boobs indifferent. The fact that I was able to extract it, I was so shocked and excited that I was ready to finish, and not even starting. Still, the spinal cord is responsible for the erection. The head is not to blame. She was sitting without stirring.

Then began the painful measures to move, directly to say, not a very small body from the driver's seat to the back seat. Justice requires that the body not only did not resist, but also tried to help. Truth did it like a woman stupidly. Stiff narrow skirt. To fix the problem, I had to screw it up to the navel. A pleasant surprise. The body was not in pantyhose, but in stockings. In stockings with such funny lace elastics. In any case, this greatly simplified the process.

Finally, the problem was solved jointly. Along the way, I still managed to unbutton the belt and lower the pants to the knees. I did not have time to really get in the back seat, as she turned her back, saddled me, found a member of the hand and sent it to myself. Grabbing her hands on the front headrests, she jumped on me. The movements were so energetic that her huge breasts flew above her nose. I caught them and began to squeeze. Then he squeezed his nipples with his fingers. I wanted her to scream. She was probably hurt, but she didn’t even squeak, still concentrating on sniffing.

In fact, it was cramped and uncomfortable. With every movement she stuck her head into the ceiling of the car. I, as a gentleman, should help the lady. I grabbed her hair and threw my head back. This allowed her to push herself even deeper. Continuing to hold the hair, in a fit of gratitude, with the other hand began to loudly slap her on the buttocks. There was already quite a bit left, but she began to cry even louder, her back was sharply arched and stopped.

It remains quite a bit. I tried to push her, but she jumped off of me, unthinkably twisted and after a moment my dick was in her mouth. Blowjob she did something unusual, but very effective. She did not work either with her lips or her tongue. Just swallowed a member and sucked it like candy. Also smacking at the same time. But she got things done very quickly. In a minute I was discharged. She exhaled loudly, left me and straightened.

Moments of higher bliss were replaced by some kind of estrangement. Reaching forward, she took glasses from the torpedo, put them on, took a napkin from the glove box and began to wipe the droplets on her chest. Then she tucked her breasts in her bra, pulled up her skirt and straightened her hair. During this time I managed to pull on my pants.

- Where did you get that? - having seen a scar behind her ear, I touched with my finger.

“I got into an accident,” having finished her hair, she put my head on my chest:

- I have not seen anything for half a year, then my vision has gradually begun to recover. Doctors say that everything will be fine.

- Oh you! Drove, - I hugged her and pulled her to me. I really felt sorry for her:

- When did it happen?

- Ten years ago. On the Tour de France.

- On what? - I did not understand.

- At the rally. I then rolled for the national team.

I immediately could not even realize that I heard. Soobrazhalka worked somehow tight. First, the details of that filigree turn on a slippery road floated before my eyes. Only already without emptiness in the stomach and affable waving angels. Further more. It was she who yesterday proved to me that because of traffic jams, it is more convenient to travel by subway, as a result of which I found myself without a car today. And so ... Well, how? After all, there were no panties on it! Well, women! If someone had just told me that she, too, had organized the pouring rain drumming into tinted windows of the car, I would not even ask how she did it.

It’s hard to come up with a name that is now boiling in me. Not. This is not anger, not insult. This is something much stronger. Leaving without consequences is impossible. I will no longer respect myself. You just need to return the favor of this beautiful villain.Well, sisy Schumacher, you will be with me today with wild cries to rush through all the circles of sexual hell!

- You will not go anywhere. Today you stay with me, - again took off her glasses and this time put them in his pocket. She did not answer. Only pressed closer to me.