Looking around himself critically from all sides in the mirror, and being satisfied with the achieved result, Stepanych with a familiar gesture pulled the jumpsuit pulling him out of his ass, where he constantly fell through (“Volche Babana” only contributed to this), and went to meet Lily: he wanted to fuck so much that he had forgotten his carpentry tool at home, and he had to return for it.

...

Igor went to the door of his own apartment, and, holding his breath, rang the doorbell. "If she is at home, then silently I will give her a gift right in the hallway."he thought frantically. His hands began to sweat and he nervously wiped them on himself, “And if there is none, then Plan A”.

He made a second test call - it was quiet outside the door. Igor cautiously opened the door with his key, glad that everything was working out as well as possible, and entered the apartment. And then he heard the sound of water pouring into the bath: Lily was taking a shower. "Hallelujah!", mentally cried Igor. But time was running out, and he quickly shoved his bag on the mezzanine, darted into the closet, not forgetting to take the Certificate with him. On the way, he took a quick glance at the wall and smiled sarcastically: there was no shelf. Pobarachaev some time among hanging clothes, he finally settled down with relative comfort - sitting on a suitcase, which in oblivion was waiting for his fate. “Nothing, we will soon fill your insatiable gut,” Igor snorted and closed the cabinet door behind him, leaving a small gap in view.

Almost immediately Lily appeared in the room: she was charming in her little bath robe, which barely covered her ass; a turban of towels crowned the image of an oriental beauty. Lily, unleashing a robe on the move, moved to the closet. Igor almost managed it: he never expected such a turn of events. “What did you expect ?!”, sarcastically commented on this stalemate voice in your head, “That when she came out of the bath, she would go shopping without changing clothes?” Found where to hide ”. Lily took hold of the handle of the cabinet, and in the lumen flashed her delicate, almost childish breasts. Igor tried to depict some kind of smile on his face (if only she had not fainted from surprise!), When suddenly a bell rang in the hallway.

“Damn, he has already arrived!”, Muttered Lily, and wringing herself, she moved into the hallway — never getting to the closet or Igor, who was petrified on the suitcase with the Certificate in her hands. "Who's come?", in Igor's head contradictory thoughts were swept up“Who else was she waiting for ?!”. Voices were heard in the hallway, and a minute later a bellied worker in a blue jumpsuit entered the room with a box in his hand, in which carpentry tools were guessed.

“You are on time, Stepanych, thank you,” Lilia mumbled, coming in after him and desperately trying to pull the robe on her hips as low as possible.

The picture, which appeared before Igor's dazed look, vividly reminded him of the beginning of the popular German film with the promising title “Housewife and Plumber” - he, unlike Stepanych, watched porn videos more than once. Igor quickly transferred his mobile to the “meeting” mode and glanced briefly at the time: it was 15.02. “So, who is this! Man with a shaft in his pants! "Igor involuntarily glanced at the peasant's hips: under the weighty stomach, the manhood of impressive size, tucked into his trouser leg, stood out clearly. "I was joking with Lily, and she means really ...", Igor broke through a cold sweat.

“For now, mistress, thank you for that,” the peasant put the tool box on the floor, and turned to Lily, “well, Mongol Shoodan, where is the regiment?”

“Here she is, standing next to the sofa,” Lily pointed her finger at her, “but you need to hang it here, exactly in the middle,” then, hesitating, asked, “Why did the Mongolian Shuudan?”

“Well, I don’t know,” the master smiled and went after the shelf. “I collected stamps in my childhood, and I had one such series, with portraits of oriental beauties. All of them were called "Mongol Shuudan", on stamps it was written that way. Sisters, apparently, - told Stepanych, deftly wielding a square and a tape measure.

“Mongolian Shuudan” is “Mongolian mail” and not the names of your beauties, ”Lilia objected, and then added, slightly reddening,“ but thanks for the compliment.

- And where are you from, child of God? - asked Stepanych. Igor saw that the master's gaze now and then stopped on the charms of Lily, who were not hiding, but rather emphasized by her bathing attire.

“I was born in Russia,” Lily replied, shaking under immodest glances, and trying to hide behind herself as much as possible, “but my true homeland is Korea.”

- Ah, so you - brisket? - happily announced Stepanych, showing remarkable ability to intuition.

“And you are a baked ham,” Lily sulked in an instant: when it came to her national interests, she became adamant.

- How right then? - laughed Stepanych: despite his unpleasant appearance, his laughter was kind and infectious.

“Korean woman,” Lily smiled involuntarily and relaxed a little.

“Well, let there be a Korean kiyanka,” the master squinted slyly, “but tell me, girl, do you differ from, say, Russian women?”

- This is in what sense? - Lily asked in surprise.

- In the sexual, - Stepanych growled, and looked at her point-blank, - since childhood I was tormented by one question: do you have a pussy horizontally at the whales, or like everyone else?

“The Korean women,” Stepanitch Lily corrected automatically, and her face was filled with a thick paint of shame, “Are you in general in your mind ?!” Such things to ask?

“And what’s wrong here,” Stepanych grinned, “on the automatic machine” continuing the manipulations with the shelf, “we are adults, not schoolchildren, some,” he looked carefully at Lily, and she smelled so that even legs - although you are just more like a schoolgirl, I will not hide. - Stepanych approached Lily and looked into her eyes, - I have a simple philosophy: the woman has a hole, and not one, but the man has a dick specifically imprisoned for this business: what is there to build with yourself, when everything is like you -matushkoy written! - he took another step towards Lily, she backed away, and inadvertently plopped down on the sofa, - come on, show your pussy, dispel my childhood doubts, - said Stepanych.

- In another life! - Lily exclaimed, looking intimidated at Stepanich from the bottom up, - I don’t ask how you, the Russian men ... - she tried to find the right words - in general, how everything is arranged! - Lily bit her lower lip, turned and stared at the cabinet.

Igor almost jumped on the spot: it seemed to him that Lily had found him. But no! - she simply turned away not to look at Stepanich: he stood in front of her and undressed.

“It's hot here with you,” the master said in a feigned voice, taking off his jumpsuit, “I'll put it on the sofa for now: when I finish messing with the shelf, I'll put it on.” By the way, you can see how everything is arranged here, ”Stepanitch continued with a grin,“ I have nothing to hide. ”

He straightened up and tucked his shirt into panties. Then, right in front of her nose, he shifted the penis upright and returned to work, as if nothing had happened. Igor looked with envy at the miracle of nature, hiding in the master's pants, while casting jealous glances at his spouse. “It's time to stop it.”, flashed through his mind, “But this is not even an hour, this Stepanych will launch this tool into work”Igor looked at Lily, and froze. His wife, at close range, considered a member of the master, whose head was looking out of panties. Her hand was between her legs, and she was not so much hiding behind a stranger man, how many ... Patted herself.

"It can not be!". Scraps of other people's events, stories of colleagues, and his nightly hot fantasies swept through his head in a whirlwind .... Read more →