It was a creepy month at work. December was always difficult, but this time there was so much work to do that I had to return home only after 23 hours. And early in the morning rush to work again. There was not even a speech about the weekend, because the accumulated problems had to be resolved, and all the time was running out. In addition, annual reports were drawing near, which suggested intense days in the future.

Our team (about 30 people) worked as well as I did, someone maybe less, someone more, but in general, everyone was passionate about work and tried to solve the task that our leadership set.

I am 35 years old, I did not have a family, I divorced a year and a half ago, so I spent most of my time at work, completely surrendering myself to her. I didn’t even think about intimate relationships, because when I got home, I fell dead on the bed and instantly fell asleep, since all my strength was spent at work. Sometimes, falling asleep, sexual images of various women arose in my head, erotic scenes dreamed of. Almost every morning a member of the treacherous stood, but in order not to howl completely, I hurried to the shower, where I poured myself with cold water and gradually calmed down. And then, I flew to work.

A little more strained me another moment - my upcoming birthday. I will say this, in my opinion, unhappy people who were born in the twenties of December. It never turns out to be a normal birthday note. All the New Year's Eve, all in a hurry, at work a lot of things, worries, rush, buying gifts, products and. etc. Neither me nor those around me, always not before the celebration. It is never possible to gather friends and relatives. Even if you were born on December 30th, it is somehow easier now, people are more or less not busy working.

Therefore, in order to save time, I decided at work to restrict myself to a short tea party with a cake and fruit with champagne, and not to arrange a long noisy gatherings.

In the evening, on Thursday, I agreed to a mini-banquet with my boss and jumped out into the street to buy everything for a feast. Fortunately, there was a good pastry shop nearby, where excellent pastries were sold ... I bought several different cakes there, in the supermarket I bought tea, coffee, fruit.

It turned out three huge packages that I barely carried to the office.

Having informed the team about the gathering in honor of my birthday in a large office on the 1st floor, I went to move the tables and set the table. An employee of the neighboring department, Natalia Vladimirovna, volunteered to help me.

- Do you need help, birthday? - She asked, seeing as I try to move the tables and spread the tablecloth.

- Well, if only you are not very stressful! - I replied.

Natalia Vladimirovna smiled and came up to me, taking from me a tablecloth that did not want to obey my hands. For the next 20 minutes, I had fun chatting with Natalia Vladimirovna, discussing with her the outgoing year, recalling the events that took place in our team.

Natalya Vladimirovna was about 50 years old; she was a beautiful, tall, pleasant, well-groomed woman, with blond hair and blue eyes. I have always noticed from her the light and tart fragrance of floral perfumes. In my opinion, a small fullness only emphasized its merits. She always dressed very elegantly, but at the same time, very strictly. I always liked her blue dress below the knees, which she occasionally wore with pearl beads. In my heart I have always admired this woman, who was very simple in communication. By virtue of seniority and respect, I turned to her on "you."

I did not notice how during a casual conversation a table under the strict guidance of Natalia Vladimirovna was laid. The cakes were neatly cut by it into even triangular pieces, the fruit was delicately laid out in plates, and the champagne was poured into a glass.

Gradually, a large part of the team gathered in a large office.

- Well, Eugene, happy birthday to you! First of all, we wish you good health, well-being, career growth, happiness and optimism, - the first toast from the chief was heard.

“Thank you, Alexey Vasilyevich,” I replied, and immediately there came the clink of glasses that my colleagues clinked over.

Time further flew by very quickly. About 20 people gathered at the table, toasts for my health were heard, champagne was poured over a glass, a delicate cottage cheese cake melted in the mouth, the fruitwork went off with a bang, my partner Seryoga poisoned various tales from which everyone laughed to tears.

I elegantly courted women sitting nearby, pouring champagne into their glasses, or tea into cups.

So it took about two hours, or a little more.

The relaxed atmosphere of the evening, friendly feast and good mood relaxed me against the background of the last tense days. Drunk champagne gave a pleasant fatigue to the legs ... Whether against the background of such relaxation, or from the lack of female affection, my dick began to pour blood and gradually got up ... Opposite me sat Natalia Vladimirovna, she smiled, talked about something next to a sitting colleague, occasionally casting glances at me, and watching her, I realized that I really wanted a woman. I only at that moment realized how long ago I had not had sex, and how my cock had been yearning for a woman. I would say, I wanted to feel the feminine caress, stroke my breasts with my hand, inhale the body scent, and shower each finger on the legs with kisses. All our employees were delightful for me, and, starving for sex, I was ready to fuck any of them, although I understood that these were only my dreams. Due to excessive shyness, it was never easy for me to approach a woman, and even more so, to incline her to sex.

So I sat at the table, excited to the limit, and the member stood in combat readiness and it was almost impossible to return him to the “previous place”. I occasionally threw lustful glances at our employees, and tried to hide my condition. Apparently, three glasses of champagne for me were a sort of exciting killer dose. Gradually, I feel that I can no longer just sit still, and that my dick is bursting with excitement, jumped up, grabbed a few dirty plates and went to the side of the washroom, which was on the ground floor. I went down the stairs, opened the door to the floor where there was no one, turned on the light, walked down the corridor, turned right, and opened the door to the “washing room”. On the nightstand I folded the dishes that had to be washed, turned on the faucet and rinsed my hands with water. Ufff ... I wanted to somehow take away these vulgar thoughts from myself, which, like a swarm of wasps, circled around sweet watermelon.

I probably never had such a great desire as now, ... The woman wanted to hell ... I think I had such a state for the first time, apparently, such a long abstinence affected.

Suddenly, I heard the creaking door opening and steps toward the washroom. Literally five seconds later, Natalya Vladimirovna appeared in the doorway.

“Have you left us all, birthday boy?” She asked slyly. - Gone and said nothing ..

“Why, I decided to wash some of the dishes,” I replied.

- Where are you in a hurry? I would help you myself, because we sort of agreed, ”said Natalya Vladimirovna.

Further, she began to attentively look at me somehow suspiciously, since my view was really strange. Disheveled, with poured red cheeks, with frequent breathing and with a standing member, I stood clumsily shifting from foot to foot, not knowing where to put myself. Being with a woman standing next to me was even more disturbing.

- Are you all right, Eugene? - Anxiously in the voice she asked and took me by the forearm.

From this, I already trembled ..

- No, that is, yes. Everything is normal, - I replied awkwardly.

Natalia Vladimirovna’s gaze fell on my trousers, in which the contour of the member standing like a stake was clearly visible.

And at that moment it seemed to me that Natalya Vladimirovna understood everything ....