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I celebrated my birthday at work, we have a small team, so I invited everyone to stay in the evening and drink champagne with a cake. In total, 12 people work for us, 8 guys and 4 girls, including the modest Lena. Lena has been working with us for almost two years, but we know absolutely nothing about her: she comes, says hello, reads a book in the afternoon, works and goes home. She is not on social networks, there is no ring on her finger, she always evades personal conversations - in a word, a mystery girl. Outwardly, she is quite attractive: tall, about 175, very, very thin, dark long hair, she always dresses simply, but elegantly. So today, Lena came in a beautiful blue dress, effectively emphasizing her slender long legs, thin hands with thin pianist fingers and small breasts.
I didn't even expect that Lena would agree to stay at our "after-party", usually she finds a rather ridiculous excuse and runs home to read. Reading is her everything, sometimes there is a feeling that she lives in a world of illusions, and is forced to go to work in order to earn money for another pile of books. It always seemed to me that she was a little more open with me than with the others, but this was manifested by the fact that she exchanged two sentences with me in the morning, and not one, as with the others.
The girls drank champagne with cake, the guys and I warmed up with cognac, sat happily for a couple of hours and began to disperse. Lena volunteered to help me with the cleaning, for which I was immensely grateful - my head and vestibular apparatus were already poorly obeying me. At some point, I just fell into my computer chair and only morally supported Lena in her cleaning. We exchanged general phrases, I joked something, she laughed, and I wanted more and more to find out what was hidden under this cute blue dress. She fluttered around the office with a broom and dustpan, bent over fallen napkins, and my drunken brain, better than any neural network, removed clothes from her body. What do I have to lose, I thought?
- Lenochka, you are just my savior. Can I do something for you? - I got up, approached her from behind, put my arms around her and kissed her hard on the cheek
- Oh, Sash, stop it ... What did I do here, think, I removed 15 minutes. It's your birthday anyway. - I saw Lena instantly blush with thick paint. She obviously liked my attention.
Having taken another step towards her, I literally hovered over her with my 193 cm.
- Well, since I have a holiday, can we extend the celebration a little more? - I lowered my voice and put my hand on Lena's waist, lightly stroking and pulling her hot body to me
- Sash, well, you know me, I'm not like that.
I don't know you at all. It seems to me one of two things: either you are a nerd virgin, or you are that slut in the mask of a hack
- I didn't guess. I have not been a virgin for a long time, but I prefer to read about sex, and not try it myself. Although I really want to try something for a long time
Lena turned to face me, our eyes met, and without hesitation I pressed her to me and kissed her scarlet lips with a kiss. Her hand skillfully unbuttoned the button and zipper on my jeans, from her long cold fingers on a hot, excited member, a wave of pleasure swept through my body. Lena began to masturbate me and kiss me passionately, biting my tongue and lower lip. I wanted her. I wanted here and now.
- Here's something I've always wanted to do, for example. - Lena came up to my table, with a sharp movement swept all my papers, knick-knacks, a keyboard with a mouse and other rubbish to the floor. With a deft movement, she took off her panties, threw them in my face, jumped her ass on my table and temptingly lifted the hem of her skirt, beckoning with her finger.
I knelt down and leaned my face against her cherished pussy. The hem of her dress covered me like a father's cassock in confession, I did not see her face, but I saw a beautiful shaved pussy and heard her passionate moans from my caresses. For several minutes I "got acquainted" with her pussy, licked her already wet lips, sucked on her clitoris. Then he could not stand it, stood up, pulled her dress up, put a swollen 17-centimeter penis and entered her.
Leaning down with my whole body, I began to rhythmically fuck my colleague, enjoying her narrow, inexperienced hole and sweet moans.
- Ooh, aah, Sashshshshaaaaaa - she rolled her eyes to the back of her head and whispered my name in some kind of snake language
Do you like it? I see that I like it ... - I held her sharp chin and looked into her eyes
I picked her up, pulled her dress over my head, took off her bra and laid her breasts on the table. Her skinny ass seemed like a puppet, but the pleasure brought the most, that neither is, real. She moved her pelvis towards my movements and, as it seemed to me from her trembling legs and loss of strength, she had already finished a couple of times.
After 10 minutes of hard sex, I went to the finish line. I lifted her torso from the table, wrapped my arms around her elastic small breasts, began to twist the nipples and, to the soundtrack of her moans and requests to pull out, I began to pour inside her.
