Dear Ladies! The story is focused on you, which means that you can judge whether I succeed or not. But I really tried very hard. Chesslovo!

The pantyhose, which slipped from the constant rotation on the chair, gathered in a fold on the bottom and caused a feeling of discomfort. Nastya Sidorova rose from her seat, walked to the door and looked out into the corridor. There was no one. Then she turned over the nearest shelving, where a growth mirror hung on the wall, lifted her uniform skirt high and pulled up her tights. She wanted to recover, but lingered. She turned her fifth point to the mirror, pulled out a little and began to meticulously examine over her shoulder. Results Nastya satisfied. Her ass did not contain flaws: convex, taut. Charm, not ass! And these panties are definitely very suitable for her. Even in spite of the fact that they are covered with beige nylon. After completing the inspection, the girl looked up and shuddered in surprise, facing in reflection with a glance from where did the unfamiliar captain come from. He stood near her desktop, and from this point the mirror was perfectly visible. Nastya physically felt how the paint flooded her face to her ears. She hastily straightened her skirt, stood for a second, exhaled, folding her lips together to calm herself a little, and went out to the visitor.

“What do you want?” She asked calmly and outwardly, although her heart was ready to jump out of her chest.

It must be so stupid to get caught! And how did he enter that she did not hear anything? Nastya went to the officer and stared at the area of ​​the middle button of the captain's jacket so as not to see his malicious smile.

“This is the case,” he handed the girl a piece of numbers, “find me, Nastya, please.”

“I’m not Nastenka to you, but Lieutenant Sidorova!” The girl replied sharply, snatched the sheet and disappeared into the ranks of the shelves.

She found the necessary folder quickly, but only brought her out after a couple of minutes, which she needed to finally take herself in hand.

- Hold on! It?

The captain took the folder:

- It is the most. Thank. And I'm sorry that I burst in like this ... unexpectedly ... Although, between us, SUCH sin is shy. What are you still hiding from us, pour ...?

“Without a hint, comrade captain?!”, The girl said, “Do you have everything?” Then all the best. I have a lot of work!

She sat down, pulled one of the long boxes with archive cards from the catalog to the right, slammed him on the table and began to sort out the sheets, pretending that the captain did not exist. He laughed out loud, turned around and also silently, as he entered, left the archive.

Nastya immediately pushed the box away and straightened in her chair. My heart had already calmed down, and the trembling in my legs was almost gone. But these sensations were replaced by others, which was a complete surprise for the girl. She felt the sexual arousal growing in her! But from where? She tried to analyze. No, she did not like the captain as a man. No macho-men, the usual captain, which then go to manage packs. Is the only reason that a stranger man accidentally saw her with her skirt in front of the mirror? This logical explanation Nastya not happy. After all, what a normal girl excited by this? A normal girl should experience shame and embarrassment, but not what Nastya experienced. So she is not normal, but what's wrong with her? The word "exhibitionism" came to mind. Is she an exhibitionist? It should not be so, but wet panties argued the opposite! In the end, Nastya decided, before worrying, to check her version again. Fortunately, she had plenty of opportunities for that. Men through it (do not think anything like this - solely on duty) took place every day not one ten.

She worked in the archives of the regional police department for almost 2 years. I got here immediately after graduating from the law school.She wanted to become an investigator, but her fragile physique and childish little face convinced the head of the department to send the girl to work not with criminals, but with dusty papers. The first time was not easy. Every second tried to flirt with her. Some officers, seduced by her innocent look, simply did not allow her to pass. And Nastya decided to put an end to this once and for all. She considered herself a serious girl and wanted others to treat her the same way. She began to give her boyfriends such a severe rebuff that very soon her reputation as a real “blue stocking”, if not lesbians, was entrenched. Flirting stopped. She once boasted this achievement to her mother, but for some reason she was upset. "How will you find your husband now, daughter?" But Nastya, being special, rather romantic by nature, was sure that for true love, the thorns she exposed were not a hindrance. But time passed, and the prince on a white horse did not appear. And Nastya, during this time, got so used to the role of impatiens, that she didn’t really notice her. Even to touch itself ceased. And even if she tried to remember when she last masturbated, she could not. And here such an incident with a mirror happened - and she sits on her chair in wet shorts and struggles with a wild desire to indulge in self-satisfaction right in the workplace! Horror!

She needed a lot of work to control herself and concentrate on her work. She decided to postpone the test until tomorrow, forbidding herself even to think about HOW she would test her hypothesis. And she succeeded. She naively hoped that she would be able to continue to control herself, but in fact everything turned out to be not so simple.

In the morning, dressing at home and mentally pronouncing her plan, she felt a sweet languor in the lower abdomen. On the way to work, her entire skin several times turned into one large erogenous zone, responsive to every random touch. The vagina was moistened and the amount of grease released all the time increased. The nipples tightened, and the nerves hiding in them seemed to crawl out. From this, her favorite and very comfortable bra, which had never been a problem before, felt like inside, it became as if covered with an emery surface. All this made Nastya not to cancel the check, but to change the plan. She refused to repeat yesterday’s scenario, and decided to limit herself to a less extreme option. She sat down at the table, leaned forward in the chair as much as possible so that her lower half of the body was completely hidden by the table top, and lifted her skirt, waiting for visitors. In this situation, they could see her legs fully open only by leaning over the table or by going back.

The first visitor was not long in coming. An elderly major from the economic department handed her a request for the necessary papers and received in reply an offer to enter in 15 minutes. It was terrible to think what it would be if he decided to wait on the spot. After all, then she would have to get up and straighten her skirt on the move, and then he would have probably guessed how she sat in front of him. But this time it passed. The major obediently went out, and Nastya quickly found the requested folder and returned to the table. She lifted the hem again, but this time even higher, almost to the waist and listened to her feelings. The girl did not notice much difference. But when the man returned, she was covered so that she barely managed to keep a moan. As if something had turned on in her swollen clitoris, and 5-6 very sensitive, as if electrical, impulses passed from him all over her body, along the nerves. At the same time, the muscles of her vagina and anus were rhythmically reduced several times, and the itching in the skin became intolerable. Nastya instinctively shrugged her shoulders, as if from a cold, and at once all shrunk from horror that she could not stop IT. After all, this state of the girl was well known: this happened with her body when approaching orgasm. God, she almost came right before the major !!! Silver stars danced in his eyes. Heart pounding like crazy.Nastya squeezed her fists to the pain and with difficulty forced herself to raise her face on the major and smile hard. But he was absolutely calm, and his business monotonous voice instantly, like a cold tub ...