standard worked from Monday to Friday and from nine to eighteen, but now the inspectors moved to the shift schedule. Two days from eight to twenty-one worked one shift, then in the same mode - the second. The paperwork time was significantly reduced, vehicle downtime went away, the turnover increased, and so on. In general, businessmen were satisfied, the Railway was pleased, Customs was pleased.

Only we were not happy.

The working day increased by several (naturally unpaid) hours. In addition, we now worked on weekends, holidays (which had also quietly rested before). As always, the loads of our clients (according to the law of meanness) came in large quantities on the eve of weekends or holidays. I had to stay at work for a long time, work on weekends, in short - dog work! And all the questions about the payment of overtime from Moscow invariably came the same answer: “Yes, you get so much, and if you don’t like it, quit! It’s easy to find other employees. ”

I think a familiar story for many.

So this time, on the eve of the Day of Russia, a lot of goods went to the customs clearance. Before lunch, we filed all the declarations, it remained only to wait for the so-called "release of goods for free circulation." As practice has shown, we had to wait for what is called "until it stops."

After lunch, Natalia and I each went about our business. I was preparing a package of documents on a difficult occasion for filing “for after the holidays,” Natalya played a little bit in some kind of Tetris, then she also took up work.

At about five in the evening I walked to the customs post. We have recently introduced a very progressive innovation - we hung a huge monitor, which displayed information about the state of verification of the declaration: what time it was filed, when it was accepted, at what stage of the test, “release time”.
It was comfortable.
Firstly, there was no need to disturb the inspector once again, and secondly, if the declaration was “released”, it could easily be picked up together with the documents from a special rack, where each participant of foreign economic activity had its own cell.

Having studied the information on the scoreboard, I saw that only one of the four declarations that we filed today was released, the rest were, at best, at the second stage of the check (out of five).

It was sad!

Sticking to us now at work until late evening! And it is on the eve of the holiday!

In a foul mood, I returned to the office to report the unpleasant news to Natalia.

It’s not strange, Natasha met the news quite calmly.

- You know! Natalie smiled - and let's go to cognac!

- Lets do it! - I agreed.

We had a small secret mini-bar in our office. Grateful clients (from among the adequate ones) often gave us good cognac and whiskey. All this until then was in our bedside table and periodically floated to lift the mood.

On the table (the leg of the letter “T” between us) a duty tablecloth quickly appeared, and on the tablecloth there were glasses for brandy and an appetizer - chocolates and sliced ​​lemon. We sat opposite each other, closed the window blinds. I poured a glass of drink, 1/3 of a glass (as in the best houses in London and Paris), the pleasant smell of expensive alcohol poured over the office. We clinked glasses.

- For us!

Slipped. Natalie smiled at me. Cognac hot wave stack through the esophagus into the stomach, spilling a pleasant bliss over the body.

And the evening, it seems, is not so badly formed!

We drank a couple more sips. We talked about life, about work, about co-workers. They joked and laughed. Natalia's cheeks were filled with a healthy blush.

“Oh, something hot,” she said, undoing the top two buttons on her blouse.

Nude cute round cups of white lace bra.

- Wow! Cool underwear!

“Thank you,” Natalie said, slightly embarrassed.

- Maybe we will go out into the fresh air?

“No,” Natalya stretched lazily, “I don’t want to, if it's not difficult, go get some juice.”

- Do not question what you?

“Mmmm,” Natalie thought, “give me an orange!”

At the station there was a small grocery store, I went for the juice. It took me maybe ten minutes. When I entered our cozy little room, Natasha was sitting with her back to me. I sat down at my place. Natalie, without paying attention to me, was typing something on her computer.

- Natasha, something happened?

“No,” she smiled, “just decided to finish something while you were walking.”

- Well, I came, let's continue!

“Wait,” Natalya took a folder with documentation from her desk and handed it to me, “I want you to look at the draft of my declaration!”

- What? Now? - I was even upset - yes figs with her, leave it on after the holiday.

“No,” insisted Natalie, “I want it now!” And then you will like it, ”she smiled mysteriously.

Well, nothing to do, as they say "if a woman asks" ...

And yet, what the hell?

Why spoil a wonderful evening?

Frustrated, I opened the folder. Top was filed with a form with a draft declaration and notes Natalia. And under it was something incomprehensible, obviously not documents. "What is it?" I thought and turned the sheet.

Inside the folder, a thin black lace strings were neatly fastened with a folder.

Wow!

What a twist!

Panties smelled nice woman. Judging by the wet sheet of paper on which they lay - an excited woman. I gently unfastened the lace fabric from the folder. He turned in front of him and so, and commercials.

Natalie managed to surprise me!

The naughty, looking at me, amused herself from the heart.

“You should see your face,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said distractedly, “that vidos must be still!”

- Yeah! Something like this! - and Natalya made a cheerful face, depicting an extreme degree of surprise.

We both laughed. I brought a small lump of moist black cloth to my face and with pleasure inhaled the scent of Natah - a mixture of spicy skin odor and female juices. Natalie smelled very good (of course! Healthy, beautiful woman in her prime!).

- And the evening is becoming more interesting!

- What do you think? - Nataha leaned back in her chair, stretching her legs.

At the same time, the skirt rocked up, revealing to my burning eyes the dull, rounded surface of the chic thigh.

“Maybe another fifty grams.”

- Yeah, pour it, - Natalie held out a glass, - only me with juice, please.

We drank, laughed. My head was loud, I got drunk on alcohol and Natalina beauty. The thought that she had a naked flower under her skirt pleasantly strained my cock. We did not hurry home.

Suddenly my office phone rang. The inspecting inspector asked to come to the customs post, there was a working question on the documents. I needed my presence.

Well, that's always the case! At the most interesting point!

- Natasha, I'm sorry, to the customs! - I got up - I promise to return quickly!

- Just close me, please!

- As you say.

I wonder why Natah needed me to close it? However, what's the difference. I went out the door, turned the key in the keyhole and went to the customs.

My visit did not drag on, quickly resolving the issue, I headed to the beautiful woman waiting for me, taking the issued declarations along the way - three out of four.

The door opened, Natasha turned to me, a smile exposed her strong white teeth.

Leg on the leg, blouse unbuttoned to four buttons. And then I noticed that there is no bra on it. He lies quietly on the table next to a bottle of brandy.

Small, but sharp breasts with protruding brown papillae, slightly raised the translucent fabric of the blouse.

This is a spectacle!

A member, besides my will, promptly reacted to what they saw eyes.

- I see you liked it, - Natalya took off her glasses and ... Read more →