Secretary Natasha

The weather was unseasonably warm and sunny for autumn, I was in the mood for romance, a woman, and a drink! A client had dropped off payment for completed work, so I was relatively flush and gearing up for a drink after work. The woman part was still a problem, though. There are a whole 22 women in our department. All beautiful and sexy in their own way. But I like Natasha, an 18-year-old girl with red hair, plump little lips, small breasts, and sparse freckles on her cute face. A knock at the door and a gentle voice:

"Igor! Can I come in?" A lovely little face, Natasha's, peers through the slightly opened door.

"Oh, oh, oh, Natasha! All doors are wide open for you!" She's wearing a blue

dress just above the knees. Her hair is twisted on her head into some kind of unimaginable cocoon. Big green eyes look at me naively.

"Igor, do you have bronze powder?"

"Of course! And I have silver powder too."

"No, I need bronze."

"If you need it, take it, over there behind the locker,"

there's a jar under the table. I pointed with my hand. Natasha walked over to the table and, bending over, reached for the jar.

"Bingo!" My breath caught in my throat at the sight that opened before my eyes. Natasha's short dress naturally rode up high, revealing slender legs tightly sheathed in flesh-colored stockings, the edge of blue panties peeked out from underneath, from which the black suspenders of a belt holding up the stockings were visible.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm! Damn! I want to go there… between those legs… where, in the hot shadow under the panties, a fluffy little triangle hides."

"Natasha! What are you doing tonight?"

She had already gotten the jar, poured some bronze powder into a little bag for herself, and now stared at me questioningly.

"Natasha! A little problem has come up for me, could you help me out?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Some extra money appeared in my pocket, help me spend it?"

"Is that an invitation for a date?"

"Yes, Natasha, let's meet tonight, go to a little restaurant, sit nicely, relax."

"In principle, I don't mind, let's meet after work, at the bus stop."

"Deal!" And she went to her place on the second floor. And I, in anticipation of the upcoming events, continued working.

We met as agreed and everything was as it should be. We had a nice sit-down at the little restaurant, naturally, I kept pouring drinks for her, and I partook myself, but in moderation.

Then we took a walk through the night city, and on a shady alleyway, we landed on a bench, of which there were many along the alley. A leisurely conversation smoothly transitioned into little kisses. Natasha willingly responded to me and I got busy with her small, sweet lips and her wonderful, moist mouth. My tongue enjoyed her moisture and her hot, playful little tongue. Meanwhile, my hand managed to unbutton the buttons on her dress and dove towards her small, warm, and firm breast. Sliding the bra cup aside, I stroked the firm flesh, enjoying its gentle warmth. Natasha was breathing intermittently but made no attempt to hinder my hand, which was proprietarily exploring her breasts. Then, as if on cue, a light rain began to drip and I suggested we move to the entrance hall. In the 70s, entrance halls weren't yet locked with code locks and there were no iron-barred doors. Natasha and I ran into the entrance of a five-story building and secluded ourselves under the staircase. I unbuttoned her demi-season coat and pressed her to me, embracing her waist. My lips continuously slid over her cheeks, neck, managed to reach her breast, and I began to caress the cherry of her hard nipple. Natasha's rapid and intermittent breathing suggested to me that the girl was quite aroused and ready for more explicit actions on my part. Which I took advantage of; while my lips and tongue licked and caressed the accessible parts of her body, my right hand descended onto the delightful hemispheres of Natasha's buttocks and kneaded the firm flesh, hiking up the already short hem of her dress, pulling back the tight elastic of her panties, I discovered a firm belt on her waist holding up the stockings and, to my chagrin, there were also thin knit panties underneath, access to which was blocked by the aforementioned belt. I pulled Natasha onto the stair landing and we sat down on the top step. I brazenly pulled her panties down from her hips, and my hand fumbled around searching for the belt clasp; how I managed to unfasten it, I myself didn't understand, only that the belt loosened and slid off her hips, clearing my path to the last barrier. I slipped my hand into her panties to the fluffy convexity of her pubis. Everything there was already moist and hot, my sensitive nostrils caught the pungent-sharp smell of her sweaty crotch. And I, no longer able to restrain myself, laid Natasha on her back right on the landing, hastily pulled her underwear down her legs, unbuttoned my trousers, and piled on top of her, pushing myself between her half-parted legs. The panties, tights, and belt were clearly in the way, not allowing her to fully spread her legs, but I was no longer thinking straight; having released my member from the captivity of my briefs, I somehow directed the head of my penis between the moist folds of her vagina. The vagina, slippery from moisture, easily let me inside. I moved my hips, driving my member into the compliantly yielding pussy; the tender embrace of the moist and hot vaginal muscles quickly brought me to condition and I came. I caught my breath a little, without pulling out my member, and began moving it again between Natasha's legs; it was moist, hot, and tender there for her. After finishing, I got off her, helped her up. Turned away so as not to embarrass her while she put on her intimate harness. Honestly, I wanted her even more, apparently I had worked myself up, and her vagina turned out to be very comfortable and cozy for me. I walked her home and on the way, suddenly suggested:

"Let's go to my place?" She seemed to hesitate a little, but in the end agreed, and I quickly caught a taxi, seated her, got in myself, and gave the driver the address. Opening the apartment door with my key, I helped Natasha take off her coat and boots and led her to my room. My stepfather and mother were sleeping in the far room, so I didn't disturb them. Closing the door to my room with the latch. Now, unhurriedly, I helped Natasha undress. I put the dress, slip, panties together with the belt on a chair, pulled the moist panties from her hips, and, unable to resist the lust, kneeling, I pressed my face to Natasha's crotch. Moist, thick hairs tickled my lips, I ran my tongue along the burgundy folds of her vagina, feeling the salty-pungent taste and intoxicating aroma of her genitals. The sweetish smell of a girl's sweat mixed with the slight smell of urine, my sperm, and something else exciting was driving me crazy. I quickly undressed while Natasha settled on the sofa and literally collapsed on top of her, between her compliantly yielding thighs. With my hand, I adjusted the head of my penis and thrust my hips, plunging the hard shaft into the hot and tight interior of Natasha's body.

"I'll run out now, there's a store nearby." I got dressed and left the house. The store was two houses away, I bought a couple of bottles of '07 port wine and headed back towards the house, anticipating the continuation of sex with Natasha. Having prepared a simple snack, we polished off one bottle of wine and moved to the sofa. I unbuttoned her robe; underneath, Natasha had nothing on. In the daylight, I examined her naked body in more detail. Small breasts with hard nipples, a flat tummy with a navel dimple in the middle, and below, a triangular mound of curly hairs covering Natasha's convex pubis, moist burgundy lips of the vagina from which a pink tongue-like clitoris peeked out. My member was already standing, hard and ready. I turned Natasha on her side and positioned myself behind her; she bent her legs and I inserted my member into the already moistened vagina, which tenderly and tightly embraced my shaft. I started moving and the member slid back and forth between Natasha's legs. I hugged her and squeezed the warm, firm orbs of her breasts in my hands. When I felt I was about to come, I pulled my member out of her vagina and aimed it at Natasha's rear; she jerked, but I held her by the shoulders and sharply inserted the moist, slippery member into her anus and immediately came, flooding her intestine with thick sperm.

"Damn! Could have been gentler…."

"Sorry, darling… couldn't hold back!" I kissed her and went to the bathroom to wash the sins off my member.