1. About the plant. Episode One
  2. About the plant. Episode two
  3. About the plant. Episode Three: Scrap

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.. here! Seventieth! - He looked at me triumphantly and lowered his eyes and uttered in surprise - It is not written who the author of the psalm is

He ran a psalm through his eyes - No, not that

- Probably in the seventy-second - he turned over - Psalm Asaph - and again ran his eyes - Neeth! - confidence was no longer in his voice

- Nikolai Dmitrievich, open the eighty ninth psalm, verse ten

He leafed through the Psalter - Eighty Ninth, the prayer of Moses, the man of God - and, having glanced his eyes, froze ...

He looked up at me - Yes, Moses, but why did I think that David

He was looking for an excuse for himself.

And again, I physically felt Ludmila relaxed behind my back and, without turning around, I saw her smile.

Colleagues came to life and began to move the tables to the middle of the room.

I will not bore you with toasts that are pronounced on the occasion of the holiday of February 23. I will not tell you how much wine, whiskey and vodka were drunk! I will immediately move on to why this whole story was conceived!

The last tango chords sounded and the White Dance sounded immediately.

Vadim and Olesya, not having time to pull away from each other, spun in a waltz.

- I invite you to! - Lyudmila stood near me

I got up, and we moved to an empty seat. When I wrapped my arm around her waist, Lyudmila spoke softly, “I’m drunk, Dmitry Georgievich, we’ll go one circle and go on a slow dance.”

I shook my head and led her in a circle.

She danced easily, leaning back slightly. We passed the circle and switched to a slow dance. Her hands lay on my shoulders, my hands on her waist. I do not know why I did it: after the waltz, the distance between us was on two palms, but I pulled her closer to me and did not calculate. She took a step, and her right leg was between my legs, and my right between her legs. Lyudmila Mikhailovna did not pull away, and we moved at a slow pace.

Lyudmila straightened the curl and looked straight into my eyes - How you cut it today!

I pretended to be confused.

- No, really, Dmitry Georgievich, because he considers himself a biblical expert and we always tuck it in, and you tuck it in!

She looked at me with all her eyes and seemed ready to almost kiss!

And I felt that my dick got up and rubs on her thigh.

And the waltz ended and the last chords sounded.

I felt myself blushing.

“Follow me,” she whispered in my ear.

Lyudmila went around the table, heading for the exit from the department, and I followed the right shoulder.

She went out into the corridor and looked back, lowering her eyes: the member visibly bulged out!

Lyudmila went to the archive and opened the door

- Well, what are you? Come on in! - She pushed, and I thought that she would lock me here now.

I stepped into the room, she followed.

Locking the door with a key, she turned to me.

In the dark I only saw her glistening pupils.

I stood, not knowing what to do.

- Well! Or should I start myself? - she approached me.

Losing possession and, as if diving into the hole, I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her.

She leaned and clung to me. I moved my hands to her belt and began to unbutton the strap on the pants, then unbuttoned the buttons and the pants fell to my feet. He knelt down and pulled off her panties with her assholes. She stepped over and pushed the pants to the side.

I hurriedly unbuckled the belt and zipper, and pulled off my pants, hooking and panties.

He grabbed her ass and pulled: dick stuck in the pubis, and she began to push her legs.

I squeezed her hips, lifted and planted cunt on the protruding dick. It seemed to me easy, almost weightless. Ludmila, clinging to me, held her shoulders, and I, squeezing and supporting her buttocks, fucked her, lifting and lowering, and the woman's legs did not reach the floor. Two minutes later, she stepped out and stepped off, and taking off the dick, I sat her on the table. She lay down, and her cunt was on a level with my protruding dick and I did not have to either squat or stand on my toes to ...I just pulled her legs up and planted her again.

I fucked her and undid the buttons on my blouse with my hands. She helped me. But under the blouse was a blouse, and under the blouse a bra ...

- Damn! - I got angry

She lifted her blouse right under her chin and pulled off her bra, and I squeezed her breasts: small and already loose, with flabby nipples, but for some reason it inflamed my lust, and I crumpled and squeezed tits, causing pain, and she endured and only quietly moaning.

Eight minutes later, I realized that I was not salt and, stretching the penis out of my pussy, pulled it off the table and sharply turned my back to me.

She silently tolerated everything

- Lean down!

She sank down on the table.

I spread her legs wider and, pressing the prick to the anus, I stuck it in the ass?

She gasped - What are you doing? What for? It hurts me!

But I already fucked her in the ass, roughly and abruptly planting. She fidgeted on her stomach and chest on the table, and moaned loudly, not holding back.

After a minute I shivered and poured out with a hoarse moan.

Pulling dick out of ass, moved away from the table.

She straightened, turned and knelt in front of me.

- you what?

- I want to suck!

- From ass ?!

- From my asshole! - she chuckled and fell to the dick

So masterly and so deliciously, I have not yet been sucked!

Well, to be honest?

My dick sucked for the first time!

And in two minutes, incredibly sweet oral sex, I poured sperm into her little mouth!

Lyudmila swallowed the sperm, licked the prick, her hands fell limply from my hips and, dropping to the floor, she leaned her back to the table.

I sat down: my eyes are closed, a smile wanders on my lips.

She opened her eyes - Are you satisfied? You feel good?

I shook my head - Yes!

- Me, too, yes! - she smiled and closed her eyes again.

Someone was walking and talking along the corridor. - Have you seen Lyudmila?

- Not. But I did not see Dima either!

- Aah! So he probably went to accompany her ...

Steps and conversation subsided, and we, pressing our fingers to our lips, looked at each other and smiled.

...

The weekend is over.

I approached the body and my heart beat faster and harder: we were drunk and did not quite give an account of what we were doing. But how will I look into her eyes today and how will she behave?

I was tormented by the unknown and inevitable meeting with her.

So I went up to the third floor. Here I go along the corridor and the door of her office, as always, is open. I walk to the door and ...

She was not in her place!

I looked around the office, but did not see anything unusual. He sighed, turned around and went into the department, loudly, with everyone who had already been there, having greeted him.

Going into the nook of the locker room, took off his jacket and pereobulsya.

He walked around the cabinets and, greeting the Dremov, who was not visible from the door, turned to his desk ...

She sat in the second chair and looked at me.

I froze!

- Hello, Dmitry Georgievich! - she got up

- Hello, Lyudmila Mikhailovna! - I hung my bag on the back of a chair

- You asked before the weekend - she looked at me without a smile - the originals of the drawings of the device for the RMC. I picked up, look?

- Yes! - I nodded and we left the department.

She opened the archive, and we entered.

She locked the door and turned.

Now she smiled.

Dmitri - she kept her distance - you know, what happened, there will be no continuation. We are friends, good friends, very good, but there will be no continuation of intimate relationships.

- Lyudmila - I stepped towards her - I understand what happened, happened under the influence of a fair amount of wine and vodka. Yes, we are friends! Yes, we are very good friends! And I promise to be your friend. But one thing I can’t promise, I’ll ever tell you that I don’t like you and that I don’t want you as a woman anymore!

She looked into my eyes with a smile.

...

It was only the third month of my work at this plant and there were still four years ahead.

Z. Y. If someone thought that there is a fiction here ... Neeee, guys, here everything is golimy truth, everything was exactly like that! Well, of course the plant is different, the names are different, and the rest - used / and (unchanged).

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