At her work, the chief decided to arrange a corporate celebration of the new year. Normal practice in modern times. Moreover, corporate events coincided - her and mine. Agreed to call - I will call for her, or she will get. Well, everything seems to be fine, phoned, agreed on time. Corporate - the case is. Contests, billiards. Zhanka loves billiards very much, Russian. She just loses her head when she plays. And playing cool. They walked on Sadovaya, somewhere near the Peak, there are cool billiard tables. An important detail. After birth, Jeanne had a stomach. We are not steamed about this, as it starts to lose weight - the milk will disappear. But my daughter was already 5, and Zhannochka took care of herself. As a motivation, we went to Zara — we bought a dress, this is average, but spectacular. Well and - naturally - there are several sets of underwear for him, also quite spectacular, stockings, pantyhose. This is an important point. Because Jeanne began to lose weight. On the day of corporate parties, she tries on a dress, and it is just her. I say - you overshadow all there))).

During a corporate party, my colleague, Katya, decided to talk with me about something. The conversation is important, we then worked in the same project, there were common financial interests. I think - you need to call Janna, to warn you that I will be forty minutes late. I call, I say, she answers - well, we just got ready to play billiards. So you can not hurry. I - you are careful, do not strive to win, but when the girl leans over the pool table, and even in the dress, and even in stockings ... The opponent will definitely lose. Hee hee hee, ha ha ha, joked. In general, I have about two hours left. And the conversation takes place at my colleague, Kate. She is a tall, stately brunette, older than me by five years. Such a good threesome for her, waist, legs, butt - everything is in place. And this three does not hang ... But this is a colleague, and it is impossible - I am married. The conversation, however, is serious and long. We had to push a specific contractor for the tender, the contractor was mine, this company had my interest - in general, the conversation had to be long. And we walked at home, on Novoizmailovs. In the company building. This ... ergo, the company can afford a lot, the table was super, musicians. There were many questions, including technical ones. We sometimes went to a distant meeting room - to discuss the contract, terms, money. There was a billiard, we rolled the balls, but both are not able to play. She says - it's interesting, but how is this girl ... interesting, they say, what is it about a girl who plays billiards in a short dress?

I - without a second thought - answer that, they say, billiards implies a blow with a cue on the ball. Beats are difficult. It so happens that the ball is far away. You're pulling this ball, leaning over the table. And if you're a girl, then this attracts male eyes.

She - what about the dress ?. I begin to understand that she is either a troller or a fool. How to respond is incomprehensible. I decide to continue - I wonder where this situation will go. I say - Katya, imagine that you are wearing a dress, playing billiards. Dress on you - not maxi. In case of a complex strike, you lean over the table, strongly lean, stretch your arms forward. What happens to your dress?

She - and what happens to him?

And I understand that the dialogue taxis somewhere not there. But I can’t do anything, since it depends on her, including whether my contractor will work on the project or not. How to behave - I do not know, I will say something wrong - I will lose this tender. My contractor is mine. And this Katya so unobtrusively makes it clear that its decision depends on my participation in this game. The situation is complicated. And everyone saw and heard that we were discussing serious issues, and no one - NOBODY - joins us. I decide to continue.

I am forty years old. I have not been a young man for a long time, but an adult man that has taken place in my life

I thought it was hard to surprise me. But no ...This story is not that out of the ordinary. It just wasn't like that with me, and I don’t really understand how to treat her. In general, I decide not to change the course and not give the form. Again, I had my own interests to push through this contractor.

I say - Katerina, when you bend low over the table, your dress will rise from the level of your knees to the level of mid-thigh. And in case of a complicated blow, when you and arms with a cue extend, your dress will rise even higher. And - under certain conditions - will allow to evaluate the beauty and style of your stockings, your underwear and - excuse me - your legs and butts

The answer is you.

I am angry and I decide to put an end. I say - and this will allow you to appreciate the beauty of your bra and - excuse me - your breast.

The situation develops further. I'm trying to somehow translate the conversation to another topic and say - Katya, let's go and dance. Come, Alexander.

Important comment. Since Jeanne's dress turned out to fit, then she - naturally - and put it on corporate. We dressed together in the room, she helped me choose a shirt and tie and asked for help to fasten the top of my underwear and, while she chose my shirt, asked me to take out a pack of stockings from the closet. This is important - Jeanne was wearing a dress just above the knee, stockings and a set that we chose together - top and bottom.

We are dancing, I am once again convinced that my colleague has a slender camp and solid trio, thin waist and steep hips. Yes and ass - that is necessary. Moreover, this very three - it is firm, nothing supported by three, which is separated from me only by my shirt and her on the thickest dress and which I already feel, as her nipples draw circles on my chest with each movement.

A strange dialogue begins. Katya - Alexander, and what kind of dress is your spouse wearing? I mean? Katya - what brand? I am Dior. Beautiful? Beautiful I imagine now how your, Alexander, spouse, plays billiards, how she bends, how the top of her underwear and her breasts become visible, how her dress rises, and the gentlemen standing around appreciate her stockings, underwear, legs and ass.

To say that I was stunned means to say nothing at all. I was just speechless. Are you saying, Alexander, you are not afraid that she will seduce anyone there? Dialogue is not about getting beyond the limits of decency - but it is developing in a strange direction. And I decide to stop it. I ask - Katerina, but what prompted you to such an idea? Katya responds with such text - Alexander, I wear practically the same thing as your wife. Approximately the same length of dress, about the same stockings, about the same underwear. I have mentally said goodbye to the contract, with my interest, I understand that the mortgage will not be reduced and I just want to stop this dialogue in any way. But here follows a phrase that once again knocks me out of the saddle - I can also lean in front of you over the table so that you, Alexander, can appreciate the beauty of my underwear, my chest, my legs and my priests. Do you think I could seduce you? And I get out of the situation like this. I say - Katya, I have already felt the beauty of your chest, I am sure that your legs and ass will not give in to her. Consider that you already seduced me. However, I do not understand - why this whole conversation?

At this point, we both drank enough champagne so that the level of communication was higher. And she begins to tell me about her young man, how she loves him, how she tries to win, how she doesn’t work. That is - tells me how his girlfriend for not the first glass of wine. By that time, I was no longer completely sober, and we had a nice meeting of two, as it is not strange sounds, girlfriends. At this time, Jeanne called me, said that it was time to go home and asked when I would come for her, hinting that a surprise was waiting for me at home. I, of course, thought about her not the longest dress, about stockings and underwear, which perfectly harmonized and complemented each other.The stockings sat so that the legs in them were just chiseled, the top visually added plus one size, and the bottom sat like that ...