It so happened that I not only love to fuck very diverse, but also to discuss their sexual adventures. I tell people my stories, and some of them tell me theirs. Since I used the pretext of “to go quietly to smoke on the stairs” to retire there with a guy right during a festive party ... I chose this place as my smoking room for those days when I had to stay at work. The building was empty, there was almost no chance of being caught. On my next trip to this “smoking room”, I found Sveta there. Sveta worked for my company in the marketing department. She was a healthy girl, under the growth of 190cm, and even on heels. She was a natural blonde with white skin, loved pink lipstick and short dresses and skirts. The whole office was perplexed - it was not clear why the 33-year-old single girl dressed as a juvenile slut, while not trying to glue the local men. When I say, “like a slut,” I mean that her breasts always almost stuck out of dresses or T-shirts, the skirts were so short that it cost her to bend over, as we almost saw her panties (sometimes still not almost), and the lipstick was so bright that it screamed straight out - fuck me between the lips. But in the run for the men she was never noticed.

I found her sitting on the stairs, with a cigarette in her hands (although she did not seem to smoke), writing something into the phone. She was sitting on a span above the place where I stood, in one of her short dresses with a deep neckline. All the same boobs were great. But it was not this that caught my attention. I could not help but notice that ... there were no panties on her, and her "dumpling" was already glistening. She caught my eye - I tried to pretend that I didn’t notice anything, but she clearly understood that she was set on fire. And not really soared about this. We were not great friends, so her phrase “I just have a fuck today” has knocked me out a little. I did not expect this and continued to look at her, trying not to take my eyes down. But inside I understood - I need the details.

Light approached me, leaned on the railing next to me and showed me the phone screen. Some kind of sexting was obviously happening there, and at the bottom of the screen there were miniatures of a pair of photos - on one was (well, apparently) her pussy with sponged fingers. On the other - good-sized erect member. Apparently, the source provided her with evidence of his sympathy. She turned to me and almost whispered in my ear:

- Half-day sex with this guy, in the evening he will come to me. But I can not stop, I continue to write anything to him.

I answered:

- Look, do not burn out.

- Nah. I specifically came here. This place excites me. Adventures happened here. “- She continued to whisper. And she grabbed me by the waist.

I tried to laugh a little.

- What are the adventures, Light? Broke the heel and, desperately grabbing the railing, trying not to fall?

- No, Irishka. Here I had to suck dick, and then in a hurry to wipe my face with my own wet panties.

I was silent. She too. In fact, I was starting to like this conversation. I turned, stood in front of Svetka and also grabbed her with my hand, - just above the waist, so that there were only a few centimeters left before her chest. I carefully studied her face, she blushed a little. It's good that she leaned on the railing - so our difference in height did not interfere. I brought my lips to her ear, almost kissing him, and asked:

- Tell me? In more detail.

She pulled me to her:

- How much more?

- I would like to hear every detail.

- Good. Listen up

We stood hugging. She left her hands on my waist, I put my other hand on her hip, which was still almost lifted up under her chest. Her story was like that.

One evening, he saw a notice on Vkontakte that someone had liked her photo. This man was a guy, her colleague. He almost immediately threw likes, apparently set by chance. Of course, "by chance", she did not have a single person from work in her list of friends. So he had to find her in the search and start poking around in her photos. On his head, he didn’t like any photo, but the one where she posed, showing off her sexy stockings. In this photo there was not even her face, only her legs, stockings and a slightly tattered dress to show these stockings. She decided to press him a little and wrote:

- Hello. Why did you like, disliked?

The message was immediately marked as “read” and she saw that he was typing his answer. A minute passed, the answer set stopped, and he wrote nothing like that. It was clear to her that since he had found both in contact and studied her pictures, it was not just that. She herself loved to flirt and sexting. It was exciting. And she wrote:

- You will become more talkative if I send you some more photo. Of those who do not have vkontakte?

The answer did not come immediately. She hoped that he was suffering, inventing what to say and how not to screw it up? But he just said:

- Come on.

She thought about something piquant, but decided to start with more or less usually pictures. It was a photograph from her vacation: he was standing on the beach against a blue background, his back to the camera. She has a bright blue cape with a red floral pattern that developed in the wind. The wind was very strong then, and there were cuts in the cape from both sides, from the waist to the ankles. So the back of the cape developed at the height of her belt - this allowed the viewer to see her bare legs and her ass. And since she was a tall girl, with powerful hips and a round ass, then with proper imagination such a photo could be very exciting. At least she was counting on it.

His reaction was simple, he sent a smiley with bulging eyes. Shyness Got caught red-handed and now does not know what to do, because he is not sure whether she is inclined to the “other” side or is simply mocking him. She simply wrote: “Good night. Tomorrow we will talk. “And added another photo from the same beach. Here she was already facing the camera, revealing her robe. The photo was taken from a closer distance, her little white swimsuit was clearly visible on it. It was slightly transparent, so with a slight approximation you could see her translucent nipples. But the most interesting was at the bottom. Panties from a swimsuit very tightly wrapped it in such a way that juicy sex lips appeared through them.

He only managed to blurt out "What?". But she turned off the Internet and went to sleep.

The next day at the office, she came up with 15 minor reasons to look into his department. She was digging up to his colleagues, stretching conversations with them to the maximum. This allowed her time to occupy very different positions in his area of ​​visibility. She was wearing a “standard” set of clothes for her. Pink skirt in tight, which more resembled lace, not a piece of clothing. Black translucent blouse, with the largest neckline she could afford. She bent down here and there, always turning slightly in his direction, but diligently ignored him. I didn’t look in his direction, didn’t say anything to him when some conversation on a non-working topic started in the office. At the same time, she hoped that he would somehow react to her efforts and write something to her. But he was silent. As time went. After dinner, he was angry and wrote first.

- I see, you can contact a stalker girl, but you haven’t taught how to talk?

- They taught, but not when they were caught "red-handed." I don't know what to tell you.

- Hammer it. My page is publicly available. Better say, did you like it?

- Yes, it was nice to "contemplate."

- And I was pleased that you looked. And today looks like you? Had time to look more closely?

In response, he just sent her a picture of her ass. Today's picture on which her white panties were even visible. Success. She wrote:...