Just a smoke break
I went outside to breathe some oxygen from the atmosphere of our canteen, where a drinking party named "corporate event" was currently in full swing. At the exit stood Yurok with his wife Lena, arguing about something. A family matter. I overheard that Lenka wanted to smoke, and he wouldn't let her. Of course, he had painted such a proper image of his beautiful Elena for everyone, and now she might just bring that image down to earth.
The fool might as well add that she doesn't even go to the toilet because she feeds on the holy spirit. It's not in my nature to interfere in family disputes, but I know this couple too well, so why not help foster peace and harmony. I suggested Lenka and Yurok come to my
office and have a smoke there. I went there myself, by the way. Yurok refused, saying that as a non-smoker, he didn't need to smell our smoke for nothing: he'd rather sit in the canteen and knock back an extra shot.And to our health as well. Lenka asked if I ever had that product in my office that's called coffee. Yurok said that a bourgeois like me has everything, like in the much-praised Greece. Including coffee. And we went our separate ways. Yurok went to consume alcohol, and we went to poison ourselves with smoke.
The kettle boiled and we happily indulged in pleasure, sipping the hot drink in small gulps, washing down the inhaled smoke from the legacy of comrade Columbus, who, as everyone knows, brought tobacco to the Old World. Lenka asked if she could have another cup of coffee or not. We have plenty of that good stuff in our household, so why not? You can. Only I suggested she get her ass off the chair and serve herself. She made the coffee and sat not on the chair she was sitting on before, but on the table, right opposite me.
She slightly spread her knees, swinging her legs. I tell her that it seems to me that Lenochka is hinting at something by sitting in such a pose in front of me. She inquired, what could one hint at by simply sitting on a table? If it's not some secret, couldn't I share it with her. So I say that women, usually, let Alena not take offense, hint at a desire for oral sex. Simply put, they want cunnilingus. And if, let her again not take offense, I'm just being friendly, she really has such a desire, or it arises, then I am ready to provide such a service to a woman. Not to leave her unsatisfied, especially during a holiday. Lenka even jumped up, squealing about how could I think such a thing, would she ever, never in her life, yes...
She quickly fell silent and became thoughtful. And asks if this is some kind of joke of mine. I answer that I don't resemble a joker at all, not one bit. And she continues the interrogation and asks what will happen if suddenly she, this is purely theoretical, takes off her pants. I answer that I, in that case, lock the door and pretend that there's no one here, everyone has gone to the front. And Lena helps me in this partisan camouflage business and gets pleasure. And anyway, this is all theory, as I don't believe a woman like Lena would decide on such a thing.
She even jumped up and slyly inquires: Wouldn't I answer a simple question, what makes her, that is Lena, worse than others? And why can others, meaning, take off their pants, but Lena is contraindicated? And why don't I want to provide Lena with such a service and deny her the right to cunnilingus? And she just got fired up by this idea and asks: what in return? She hasn't believed in charity and altruism for a long time, especially since times have become purely barter, essentially exchange-based, so her interest is quite understandable. A blowjob? Something else?I answer, nothing of the sort and I wasn't even thinking about a blowjob, and if she gets pleasure, then she simply gets on all fours, sticking out her ass. That's all. She asked if my words meant she would have to present specifically her ass.
Although she has nothing against that type of intercourse, she wouldn't want to repay debts in that way. There is still some discomfort after such sex. And she prefers to have such sex at home, when there's no need to go anywhere. I convincingly began to deny that I wasn't thinking of anything like that, that if it comes to that, I'm more interested in her pilotka, her pie, and what she prefers to call her, that is, her genital organ. It's just that I have no way to position her body differently, more appropriately. Not to lay her on the desk.
Swinging her legs, she thought. Having made a decision, she jumped off the table. She inquired: why haven't I locked the door yet? She's, of course, no prude, but she hasn't matured to having sex in front of outside spectators. And while I was locking the door, she pulled down her trousers and panties to her knees and stood confused, looking around. I, of course, inquired what had embarrassed the woman and how could I help? She answered in the sense that she prefers to sit her bare ass on something soft, not the polished table.
It's cold, and unhygienic, and not very pleasant. Oh, that! Such a trifle shouldn't hinder a woman set on getting pleasure. Look how many towels I have. Just lay one down. And while I was spreading a butt-mat for Lena on the table, she took a second one, wet it from the kettle and wiped her crotch and everything adjacent to it. And sat on the table, stretching out her legs. How else? Not to undress herself, assuming an unflattering pose. We are not proud people, we can undress her.
Hanging her trousers and panties on the back of the chair, I sat on that same chair, moved closer to the table. Asked Lena to lean back and move closer to the edge of the table. She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows. Half-lying, she watched as I got settled and adjusted. I placed her legs on my shoulders, sniffed. No, smells fine. She watches her pussy. And the pubic area with a trim, and generally well-groomed. I blew on the open lips, licked.
If I'm not a master at this, I'm not a junior either. And what woman can resist the onslaught of skillful fingers, lips, and tongue for long? And Lena couldn't. When moans turned into cries, when the pussy trembled, when her thighs pressed my head, squeezing both ears and neck, I understood that now it was Lenochka's turn to get on all fours. She was used to repaying debts, which is commendable, and so, sliding off the table, she turned around and lay on it chest down, presenting her ass.
Lenka in trousers seems quite skinny. I prefer women with more ass. But when she took off her trousers and got on all fours, it turned out her ass was really quite something, there was something to hold onto. While she was taking her place at the table, or rather on the table, I took off my trousers, underwear, and got ready. Lena, sideways, from under her arm, tried to see what would be poking her beloved and so well-groomed pussy. I don't know if she was satisfied with the inspection or not, but her buttocks obediently relaxed. She only asked if I couldn't last a bit longer, because she would like to get release this way too. That's as much as you want. If desired, I can slow down. And there's a good method. You take the end and move the head over the pussy, spreading the lips and occasionally diving deep, and over the clit, over the clit. Most often women get aroused.
Lena turned out to be from the "most often" category. And when she began to wiggle her rear, move it, when redness covered her lower back, crept onto her buttocks, I understood that if I didn't want to be left with nothing, it was time for me to hurry up too.
Lena, squatting comically, used a towel to remove the slightest hints of sperm from her pussy. Tried with her finger, was satisfied with the result. Started getting dressed. While she was dressing, I turned on the kettle. We did come to drink coffee and smoke. I even unlocked the door. Come in, verify the innocence of our activities.
We drink coffee, smoke. I ask Lena if her lawful husband Yurok might rush to look for her? We've been sitting here for a while, it seems. Lenka waved her hand, saying that most likely he's glad she's not around and there's no one to control him. And now he's pouring into himself as much as they pour for him. I've noticed that trait in him, by the way. An insatiable passion for vodka. That's it, time to go. At parting, Lena even splurged on a kiss. Said she liked this smoke break and would remember it for a long time. And she would like to smoke with me again at the first opportunity. Well, I'm glad she liked it. Promised that as soon as she wants to smoke, and with coffee, I'm always at her service.
About a week later Lena called and said her mother had left and asked her to look after the apartment. And tonight she's staying at her mom's alone. So boring, no one even to smoke with. And if I want to smoke, she's ready to give me the address.
— Memorize it! I'm waiting!