Don't do that.

In the workshop where I've been tightening bolts for two years now, it's always cold. There are only two ways to warm up—a hot shower after work and vodka. For me, the second is out of the question, so I'm left waiting for the first. That's where our factory's main attraction is—Lyuba, our shower attendant. She leaves later than anyone, but no one has ever managed to get her to let them walk her home.

A beauty and a prude, unmarried—you'd lick your fingers if she didn't bite them off. The workers from the shops never lost hope, and Lyuba often listened to compliments, wincing from the boozy breath of her admirers. I didn't see the need to burden the woman with my attention, but I often let her catch my immodest

gaze.

At our factory, every month in the first few days, a spontaneous, unplanned drinking binge would suddenly start. The plan would go up in flames, and I was in my element. The money and time off during the rest of the month gave me a lot of freedom, so I had to work late and alone. On such a day, fortune smiled upon me. I made it to the showers by midnight, and around that time, Lyuba came to wash the shower room and lock everything up. I washed all the grime off myself and, on my way out, dryly said goodbye to the unattainable beauty.

— See you tomorrow.

— Wait! Can you help me?

— With pleasure. Tell me.

— I tossed the keys onto this cabinet, like I always do, and they fell behind it. I asked the security guard to get them, he looked and said we'd either have to cut the cabinet or move it, and for a liter of vodka he definitely wouldn't manage. Maybe with some wire?

— Why do you have this iron monster here?

The monster stood away from the walls, and I fit into the gap. Then I simply pushed it and one edge lifted. Propping my knee underneath, I relaxed my arms and addressed Lyuba.

— Well, mademoiselle, happy fishing.

She fearlessly dove under the cabinet and stuck her butt out. Her uniform robe outlined the buns in detail, and I couldn't help but stare. Not a speck of bare skin was visible, but my dick for some reason stood up and didn't want to go down. Lyuba was digging around enthusiastically and wiggling the visible part, so I had to hurry her up.

— The wolf in the fairy tale got his tail frozen to the ice, the whole village had to pull him free.

— There's so much little stuff here, from Soviet times even, it's a shame to leave it!

And then the treasure hunter backed out and crawled out. I almost dropped the cabinet on my feet. Cobwebs instead of a hairdo and a stunning makeup of half-century-old dust, hands full of incomprehensible trash, and satisfied eyes.

— You probably shouldn't turn around, there's a mirror there.

Lyuba didn't take the advice and, seeing her reflection, started laughing contagiously and making faces. I laughed too and went home. But I had to go back for my phone. Striding boldly through the locker room and not suspecting anyone was in the washroom, I grabbed my phone and heard the sound of water. Could it be her? Sneaking up to the swollen, non-closing door, I could see the entire wash area.

It's indescribable. Perfectly shaped little tits, small with pink nipples, a plump little belly, a narrow waist, hips that were steep and wide, and most importantly—she was washing her hair thoroughly and couldn't see me. Even her hands were beautiful, though until now I'd rarely paid attention to what kind of hands girls had. I couldn't have said in what sport, besides eating sweets, Lyuba had excelled, but she was in excellent shape. And, undoubtedly, she was very well-bred.

— Monsieur, I'll have to gouge your eyes out for such insolence!

— To be honest, I won't want to look at anything else, unless you'd be so kind as to turn around. I'm more than sure you have a wonderful figure.

— Explain to me how you got here and why.

— I'm extremely interested in the method of removing such complex makeup, and as it turns out, I was right—it's simply mesmerizing.

When I glimpsed her clitoris through the luxurious bush of dark hair, an unbearable tickling started in my balls.

— And I'm extremely interested in the method of ridding you of your intact bones.

Some conversations about aikido came to mind. Lyuba was definitely mentioned in them. Ah, what beautiful little hands—you could admire them forever! And I also remembered how I flew off a fence when I was 18 and the intense itch under the cast. The tickling subsided, but I didn't.

— Since you know my future fate, will you allow me to rub your beautiful back?

— By all means, you'll have something to tell your roommates.

Just in case, hoping it wasn't a refusal, I got rid of my clothes and approached the dangerous nymph. She gave a critical look at my dripping organ and handed me a washcloth.

— I hope you're not some kind of pervert?

— What do you mean 'some kind'? I'm a top-category professional! You can safely trust me.

I was scared. Lyuba was alluring, but if I made a mistake, she could beat me up, and worse—reject me. I wouldn't be able to retaliate; the guys in the shop knew from experience how I hit, but using force on a woman—never. Well, here goes.

With a trembling hand, a bit of gel on the washcloth, and the washing began. Lyuba held her hair with her hands and stoically endured my clumsy movements. I had to put one hand on her shoulder, and things got moving. Down to the lower back.

— Not so hard, you'll damage my skin. Give it to me.

She took my tool and turned away.

— Well, don't just stand there like a statue! With your hands, just no liberties down there.

The hint was clear. Continuing, I reached her buttocks and received no new instructions. More gel on both palms. Squeezing my eyes shut from fear, I ran my hands over the buns. I wanted to live. Soaping up this wonderful ass, I finally got worked up and grew bolder. My left hand stayed on her waist, and my right, brazenly, without my permission, slid between the buns and started soaping the perineum. I got nothing for it, and Lyuba spread her legs and braced her hands against the wall. The main thing, no liberties.

The delicate folds under my fingers were abundantly secreting juice, while the anus was firm and impregnable. Taking the shower head off the bracket, I turned on a strong stream and directed the powerful jets at the desired body. The gel washed off poorly, but I managed it anyway, and the shower head returned to its direct duties. The jets hit the moaning woman in her most sensitive spot, and she stuck her butt out, catching them at the right angle. I turned off the water and hung the shower head back. Lyuba grabbed me by the boom barrier and looked intently into my eyes.

— Lock the door!

I had to trudge all the way to the exit and hope she hadn't changed her mind. On the bench lay a pile of my clothes; I sat Lyuba down on it and knelt before her—the height was perfect, but I hate this position. She impaled herself on my tool and gasped. Going all the way onto such a caliber at once, I even felt sorry for her. Her enchanting little tits were made for my hands, so I took hold of them, and only then started rocking.

— Don't rush, we have the whole night ahead.

— No, baby, a whole lifetime.

She was so tight and incredibly hot, but I held on and thought I could last until her orgasm. But Lyuba got more and more worked up, and her energy gushed forth, making her body writhe and thrust up at me. Loud moans became more frequent, and that spurred me on even more. And then she dug her nails into my butt and froze, only her cave actively pulsating. At the same moment, a hot stream drenched my crotch, and all my efforts to hold back went to waste.

Twitching as if from an electric shock, I no less violently poured into the tight hole and collapsed onto Lyuba. I'd never had sex like that before. We were breathing heavily, then some force threw me back a couple of meters, and Lyuba slipped into the shower room. It wasn't worth following her, so I decided to get dressed and wait for her. Wow—all my clothes were in her urine. Every woman should have a quirk—I thought, and wet clothes were an insignificant trifle compared to how wonderful everything was. The wet clothes on my body thrilled me, my crotch ached, and I wanted something I didn't have. Lyuba came out wet and very serious.

— Disappointed? Want everyone to laugh at me? You can tell everyone. I'm already so tired, I thought I'd have some fun before quitting this place.

— Let's clean up and go to my place, we'll discuss everything there. And anyway, I really liked everything.

We tidied up haphazardly, in silence and tension, and it took a lot of effort to persuade Lyuba to come to my place. At home, I noticed she was blaming herself for what happened.

— Please, relax and calm down. You do like giving pleasure with your body, don't you? I felt so good with you, like never before. Do you want me to kiss you there? I really want to.

— What, have you been watching too much porn? That's disgusting! Just thinking about it is already revolting! Ugh, how vile! Next you'll offer to suck your own end!

Nevertheless, Lyuba wasn't in a hurry to get dressed and leave.

— Then let's have dinner. But know this—I won't let you go now.

We ate and silence separated us again, but her beauty compensated for this gap; I stared unashamedly and she noticed. Lyuba finally smiled. I waited until she finished chewing and kissed her sweet lips.

— I should go home.

— You are home. Or we'll go together, wherever you say. Better yet, let's go night-night, we have to get up early today.

We slept, hugging each other, until Lyuba woke me up by shoving me hard in her sleep. From her posture, it was clear she was used to sleeping alone. I couldn't help but take advantage of the situation and carefully moved between her legs. My eyes hurt from lack of sleep, but I didn't care. So, carefully spread her legs so as not to wake her, and I could begin the vile deed that's even revolting to think about.

Let's find out how revolting it is to wake up to this. Holy shit, why haven't I done this before? Wonderful sensations under my lips and tongue, the smell and taste blow my mind, and only the hair in my mouth is a bit bothersome. When the tender flesh responded to the touches, I was ready to flood the whole world with my seed. The muscles of her thighs under my palms began to twitch, and Lyuba lifted her pelvis, trying to get maximum pleasure. Lubrication literally gushed from her, and I tried not to miss a single drop.

Soon the room filled with loud moans, and now her strong little hands were pressing my head against her labia. Awake, my precious. And here I am doing all sorts of vile things. Moans turned into cries and I couldn't hold back and came on the sheet; it was insanely pleasant. A magical woman! Lyuba soon came too, very violently, and I felt with my lips and tongue what happens to a woman at such moments. To my regret, not a single stream of urine came out, though I had hoped so much. Continuing to caress her hot womb, I reached the delightful nipples and attended to them.

— Stop! Too intense! I can't handle it right away.

I had to stop the dirty advances.

— Sorry for waking you, and in such a way.

— Took advantage of my sleepy state and seduced me!

— I love you.

Lyuba remained silent, but responded to my kiss very passionately.

— By the way, my Lyubov, you owe me something, just a pleasant little thing.

— What else? I've never even once...

— No, not that, there'll be time. You forgot to describe me. I waited and waited, and didn't get it.

I started tickling her and gently pinching, and we fooled around until morning. The next night I finally got my way, but very little, and gradually lost interest in this pleasant peculiarity.

Time to bring another vileness to life. After a while, I persuaded her into position number sixty-nine, warning her in advance not to touch my dick, or it would just explode. I lay on the bottom and examined the gorgeous woman from her best side. Lying there was terribly uncomfortable, but a couple of pillows solved that problem. After my rogue little tongue ran along the very edges of her minor lips, my beloved impatiently pressed her perineum into my happy face.

It turned out most convenient to tease the clitoris, and it immediately got the treatment. All her juices flowed onto me, causing my dick to start twitching, and a languid weariness appeared deep in my groin. I savagely wanted to come, but I placed all my hopes on Lyuba. My finger entered her vagina snugly, and she pressed my dick with her cheek against her thigh. Because her body was moving restlessly, even such stimulation was welcomed enthusiastically. Lyuba found it hard to control herself, and my little finger started teasing her sweet hole faster.

Suddenly she froze, and my finger was tightly gripped by pulsating walls. My girl is ready—I thought and, sucking the clitoris with my lips, fell somewhere.

Next time, I asked Lyuba to hold my dick with her hand so it wouldn't touch her face and I wouldn't come prematurely. During the process, I tried to get her more worked up, but paused the pressure, not letting her discharge. Lyuba held onto my dick with both hands in exhaustion and moaned out loud. And then! Hot lips touched my head, and as soon as they passed over it, her tongue fluttered in circles.

I literally exploded and didn't notice what was happening with my beloved. Later she said she couldn't describe her sensations. We forgot about vaginal sex for a long time. Lyuba fell in love with semen and couldn't imagine a day without a blowjob, greedily drinking every last drop.

I gradually studied ways to drive her crazy with my tongue, and my beloved passionately accepted my caresses. But still, we returned to the usual way, diluting our not-boring existence with oral caresses, and that was quite enough for us. Because anal—that's so vile and revolting...