The golden, minute hand jerked and jumped one division of the watch dial forward, announcing the beginning of the tenth.

“Well, that's all, it's time to slip unnoticed” - I thought, clasping a plastic cup with the remnants of red wine, glittering in the dark, claret claws. “I finish it, go to the toilet and call a taxi, and most importantly imperceptibly,” I glanced over at the half-empty, large negotiation room and, trying to remain inconspicuous, slipped into the corridor. The evening office was buzzing at different ends, broken into interest groups, by company employees. Somewhere music was playing, a woman’s laughter was heard somewhere, but the very hero of the occasion was nowhere to be seen. Today, the office celebrated the anniversary of the chief accountant, Olga Viktorovna, a plump blonde, a pleasant woman in all respects and beloved by all company employees. The birthday itself was held on Tuesday, but in order to avoid losing employees on Wednesday, it was decided to honor the birthday girl on Friday. The team has spoiled it, but it remained to celebrate with almost the entire composition, regardless of the summer evening, and even Fridays. I did not make an exception. I asked for the evening from my husband, who is currently at the dacha, and having promised to come to the dacha in the morning, I, as a friend, took an active part in covering the “meadow”. The holiday was a success and it was possible to sit still, nobody waited for me at home anyway, but as often happens, the party began to turn into a banal booze. And in my head, already drunk from the drunk and mixed drinks, and every additional dose threatened to become dangerous.

Slipping into the corridor and letting a hissing trickle in the toilet, I went into my air-conditioned room. Having collected my little things from the table, I threw them into my purse and poked my fingers into the phone and called in a taxi. The phone twitched in response and reported the car number and waiting time. Waiting I turned off the work computer and looked out of the tightly closed window. Summer twilight gradually descended over the city, and even through the window of a cool office there was a glow of hot air hanging over the evening city streets. I didn’t want to go out at all, but having vibrated the phone in my fist, I said that the car was already waiting for me. Picking up my purse from the table, I jumped out into the street.

“Wow, wow!” - the heat of the evening city met me with a blow of a red-hot hammer, crushing the hops in my head and climbing under the sundress, hugging my naked body with their red-hot paws.

Looking around, I looked around the parked cars looking for a matching number with the number in the received message. Here she is! And literally jumping up for joy, I rushed to the salutary oasis. The car was tightly closed all the windows, which means that the air conditioner worked in the cabin. Sharply opening the door and hopping into the salon, I flopped into a chair, completely ignoring the fact that the hem of the sundress rode up and exposed my tanned legs well above my knees. I breathed deeply, my chest worked like furs, soaking up the saving coolness. Everything, the car twitched, and we drove off. I thought that everyone had already left this molten city, but how strange it was that there were still quite a lot of cars on the road. Everyone hurried somewhere, everyone drove somewhere, cut, braked, and rode fiercely further. The heat drove everyone crazy. But it is not strange, I got a calm driver. He did not react to anything and confidently maneuvered in this transport river, constantly telling me something and throwing expressive views on my bare knees. At first, I, moving in my chair, tried to pull the sundress fabric from under me, but it did not work out. The fabric, being pressed against my booty and a buttoned seat belt, did not want to stretch its bare hips and I, spitting as I could, covered them with my handbag.In the end, he will not rape me, and even if he rape me, then what will happen? I wonder how it will be? And I, grasping this drunken thread in my sober head, tried to fantasize, not paying attention to the chatter of the driver and the nonsense pouring from the receiver. I was so carried away by myself that I did not notice how dozed off. And suddenly I felt quite clearly how a man's hand lay on my knee, stroked it and crawled upwards, clawing my fingers into my crotch. I didn't have any underwear on. I don’t like him and since childhood I don’t wear it, and certainly not in such heat. Nothing hindered the men's fingers, and I felt like they, having reached my pussy, eagerly squirming in it, stretching my lips and trying to penetrate the depths of my vagina. I froze, afraid to move and not knowing how to react to it, but suddenly the car shook, we were thrown up, the driver swore loudly, and I opened my eyes. The man, continuing to scold the roads, officials and everyone and everything was sitting, holding the wheel with both hands. My purse continued to lie on my arms. Nonsense continued to last from the receiver. Nothing happened, but I did distinctly feel how he pawed me, or it was a dream, or not a dream, and suddenly it was not a dream. Anyway, drowsiness completely disappeared from me, and a new puzzle appeared in my head.

Unnoticed it was dark and the street lights flashed up, lit up the blackened streets of the night city with golden light. We drove up. I have already seen my house and overgrown with bushes and young birch trees, a small public garden in front of it, which was looked down upon by the dark sockets of the window of my empty apartment. Everything! We arrived! I don’t know why, but I didn’t want to, and, pointing to a small parking lot near the bus stop, asked the driver to stop. He nodded his head, grunted in reply, and turned around, buried his hood in the parking space. That's it, now they have definitely arrived.

- Thank! - thanking the taxi driver for the trip, I opened the door and flashed my bare thighs out of the car. Stuffy evening took me into his arms. My heart was excitedly anxious from my own mental efforts. The head worked hard, going over the hundredth time for a combination of a dream or not a dream, but nevertheless, the mood was strangely elevated. Suddenly flashed in my head, the motive of the song from the old cartoon, I was not raped by this plus, but also not fucked by this minus. It was Friday Night, I love it! And once again, spitting on everything, I happily crowing my heels, along a narrow path, through a public garden, headed towards my own entrance.

- Madame, Madame ...

I didn’t even immediately understand that this appeal was directed to me, I was treated like this only a hundred years ago and this was a long time ago and it’s no longer true, and also in Turkey.

- Madame! - again it came to me from behind. I stopped and turned around. The taxi car continued to stand still, and the taxi driver, leaning out of the open door, smiled and waved his hand invitingly.

- Madam, you forgot something!

I looked around. My purse was with me, and I had nothing else.

- What?

- Here, go and see for yourself, - the man once again smiled.

I shrugged, puzzled. The handbag was with me, but maybe I really had what fell out of it when I was paying for the trip, and I turned around and headed towards the car. Bypassing the open door and having already gathered to clarify what, I still forgot, I opened my mouth and ... And so was dumbfounded ... the statue with its mouth open. Draw me! I really petrified, swooping on the invisible barrier. My legs at once became wadded, and a pleasant weakness spread to my lower abdomen. I was watched by a monster! Yes, yes it is a monster and nothing else. Swaying on a long, mighty neck, intertwined with fat veins, I was staring at me, casting a mauve, slightly ajar pupil of a swollen huge head.

The man smiled, and was clearly impressed by the impression made on me. He was sitting, turning in my direction and lowering his shorts below his knees defiantly stroking his huge cock swaying with excitement. No, not even a member, and dick.Yes, yes it is a big, huge HUI! Dick what it usually draw on the walls and fences ....