I'm preparing myself for our meeting this evening. I get out of the shower, dry myself with a warm terry towel and stand naked, thinking – should I wear white or black underwear? Perhaps white. You really like it so much! I look at myself in the mirror - tanned shoulders, narrow hips in tight white boxers, wet hair... I can already imagine your fingers, like claws on my chest: you love to scratch them down my chest... And the new scent of my cologne Today will definitely drive you crazy!
I dry my hair, put on a shirt and trousers, button it up, tie it, lace it up, meanwhile imagining how you dress... By the way, I love watching you dress! I wonder what you'll be wearing today? How do you manage to change into all these seductive outfits while at work? Do your colleagues notice that you fluttered out of the office wearing something different from what you came in?
Busy with these thoughts, I get into the car, drive closer to your office and stop at the snow-covered curb on the next street. Usually you walk out of a building, turn a corner, and casually extend your hand as if you're catching a car. It is unlikely that anyone will notice that the approaching car was waiting at the intersection, and not just passing by.
But today something is wrong: you’ve been gone for twenty minutes. I take out my laptop and start the chat - you are already there, online.
- Hello, Natasha! Do you have a minute?
- For you always, hello!
You type something for a while, then text appears. Yeah, you were detained at work for an hour and a half, some stupid order to re-check reports that must be submitted today. You lazily sort through papers in your office, confident that everything in your reports is correct.
- Natulya, are you alone in the office?
- Of course, why?
- Turn on your video? I miss you, I really want to admire you.
- They'll hear you!
- Will you turn it on without sound?
She disappears for a minute, then a tiny video chat window appears. My camera also turns on, I smile and blow a kiss. Natasha catches it with her palm and “kisses” me back.
-You look lovely in this dress! Mmm, what shoulders and neckline.
The neckline catches the eye even in such a small window. Natasha has charming breasts, and the dress highlights them wonderfully. We exchange playful pranks, discussing Natasha's shape in the chat.
At some point, she picks up her hemispheres with her hands and lifts them, proudly showing me their size and pleasant roundness.
“Is that what you showed me just now, the folds on the dress?”
- What folds?? Breasts, your favorite.
- I don’t know, I only see the fabric of the dress. Well, also the contours of the bra, it seems. Is there anything else there?
- Oh, you scoundrel! It’s like you don’t know what’s there?!
I smile, looking at her feignedly indignant face.
- Mmm, I don’t know. Is there something? Show me?
- Alex, I'm at work!! Don't even think about it!
Her charming eyes sparkle with playful lightning.
- Natasha, just for a minute. There's no one in your office anyway...
She is relentless:
- What if they come in? They'll come in any minute, and I'm here looking like this?! And how do you imagine, I should take off my dress and bra, or what?
- Oh, if only you knew exactly how I imagine this. Is it really as beautiful there as I imagine?
- Imagine what you want, I’m not going to be naked at work!
She shows with all her appearance how incredibly outraged she is. I can only beg her:
- Well, Natasha, don’t you want to drive me crazy?
- Alex, you're already crazy! No!
- Drive me crazy a little more. Don't you want this? I'm sure you're already looking forward to this micro-striptease.
- Here's something else! Don't even fantasize about it.
- Natasha! Well, such a little thing...
Natasha is beside herself with feigned rage:
- A little?! What are you talking about, about my charms? Do you know what size it is, boy?!
- I don’t even have an idea. Show me?
- Scoundrel, what is this! Show him and show him.
“Natasha, I’m going to die right here from erotic hunger.” Urgently show what is hiding in your neckline.
She laughs, covering her charming mouth with her hand so that she cannot be heard. Then he begins to do some manipulations under his dress. I see the outline of the bra cups falling down.
Natasha releases her palms and grabs the edges of her neckline with them. He lowers his hands for a moment, typing a message to me:
- Look with all your eyes, starving. Remember it well!
Her palms rise to the dress again, she lowers the straps from her shoulders, lowers the top a little and gives me a view of her lovely breasts. My eyes literally burn with desire pizdeishn.net the sight that opens: beautiful white hemispheres with dark pink circles of nipples. The nipples are erect, and this inflames me even more.
I am tormenting the keyboard, trying to express all my admiration and excitement in the chat. However, Natasha easily reads all this in my eyes and just smiles contentedly.
She suddenly winces and quickly pulls the dress back over her shoulders. He looks carefully somewhere behind the monitor, then back at me.
- Oh, someone walked along the corridor.
I imagine how she feels at the moment: the office is full of colleagues, and she sits with her breasts exposed behind an unlocked door that someone can enter at any moment. For them, she is an adult woman, the mother of a family and the chief economist of the company. And for me - a lover with the character of a cheerful girl and the body of a beautiful lady.
- Natasha, I haven’t seen enough, I want more. Show me for a minute?
She is indignant just a little, and lowers her dress again. I look at her white breasts with rapture, remembering how soft they are to the touch. My tongue knows the lines of each hemisphere, my lips have touched these nipples dozens of times... I look and look, being in a trance of my arousal and lust.
Unable to bear it, Natasha pulls her dress back on.
- Enough, a little of good. Don't forget, I'm at work!
She's charming in her outrage. I am saddened to think that today we will not see each other - we should have spent these three hours that she will spend aimlessly at work.
- Natasha, what did you want to seduce me with today? What kind of panties are you wearing?
- For you - scarlet. And something else interesting. “I see her sigh.” - Eh, if it weren’t for this stupidity... otherwise I’ll have to change clothes again in the evening.
- Well, at least show them then, hmm? — I wink at the camera.
- Look how smart you are, show him. No, I won’t show you!
She smiles, and I continue to persuade and insist. Eventually, she gives in.
- Show you panties, then? Okay, look.
She moves in front of the camera, does something - and suddenly her hands appear on the screen, stretching out charming scarlet panties with lace patterns in front of me. Natasha simply took them off right under the table.
- Mmm, how lovely! Actually, I asked to show them directly on you, not like this.
- So, should I put them back on now? Did you try in vain?
- Are you completely naked under your dress now?
- Yes! It's all because of you, boy!
Her eyes laugh, and her hands continue to show me the lace element of her underwear.
“I want to see if you’re really naked.” If only you knew how the thought of this excites me...
- How can I show this to you? Shall I climb on the table?
I laugh and so does she.
- Come on, Natasha, you have a camera on the wire. Just put it under the table?
- Ah-ah-ah, that's what you want. Spying on me?.. You’re trying to get under my skirt!
- Yes, and I don’t hide it. You are amazingly good in all places! Let me take a peek, hmm?
- I am outraged! Outraged-outraged! There aren't even panties there.
Despite her feigned indignation, she removes the camera from the monitor and lowers it under the table. The picture jumps, then stabilizes and the brightness gradually levels out, revealing to me an exciting sight: under the fabric of the dress, female legs in stockings, white skin above the hem of the stockings, and tightly compressed intimate lips, over which a tiny triangle of hair is neatly shaved.
My body trembles with excitement, I feel all the forbiddenness of what I see, and I enjoy this view. Delicate female lips, probably already very wet and full of desire. It's a pity that the camera isn't good enough to see it clearly.
I cannot take my eyes off the intimate charms of my beautiful lady. Natasha put on stockings especially for me. She sees my face on the screen and teases me, spreading her legs slightly to the sides: at first her lips become even better visible, then they open slightly and I freeze, looking at the desired petals.
Natasha is clearly amused by the expression on my face. The dress on the screen suddenly lifts up and her hand appears - her fingers run along the very edges of the petals, carefully push them apart and reveal to me the delicate edges of her intimate flower.
I imagine how excited she is - in her office office, without panties, with the hem of her dress pulled up and a webcam between her legs. I myself can’t hold back any longer and unbutton my pants, taking out my hard penis. A quick glance around - there is no one on the streets, my car is far from the sidewalk and I still cannot be seen from the waist down.
I eagerly look back at the screen, at Natasha’s games with her wet lips. Her legs are spread wide, wide, she either plunges her fingers inside, or caresses the clitoris, and I can clearly see all this. I also caress myself and she notices it. The hand disappears, the chat appears:
- What are you doing there, huh? "Hands in your pants"?
- It's the same. I want you madly, honey! Do not stop.
- Come on, show it to me.
I lower the laptop lid so that my dick is in the field of view of my webcam. I demonstrate it to Natasha as best I can, then lift the lid again.
- Well, how?
- Beautiful. I want him so much. Do you know what I would do with him now?
- Mmm, what?
Natasha is typing, and I am ecstatically looking at her crotch. It seems to me that I feel the warmth and tenderness of her lips right through the screen.
“I’ll take the head into my mouth, lick it thoroughly and begin to suck it slowly, slowly, like a big round lollipop.” And then I will gently, gently lick your testicles, and then your shaft from all sides. Imagine how my tongue licks your shaft from bottom to top along the entire length...
- Mmm, continue!
“And then I’ll put the head in my mouth again and try to push it deep, deep, into the very throat, to give you maximum pleasure, my dear.”
“Yes,” my penis was ready to explode with pleasure just from her words alone.
She squeezed her legs and raised the webcam to show her face. I looked at her, continuing to frantically caress myself.
“When he becomes completely wet from my caresses, I will turn my ass towards you and ask you to push me onto your hot penis as deep as possible.” You will do this?
- Yes, Natasha! Yes! Yes!
- Look, this is all for you.
She stood in front of the camera, lifted her dress and again revealed her charms to me: shaved pubis with a tiny triangle of hair, swollen intimate lips, lace stockings on her legs. The scarlet panties are still lying on the table in front of her.
Natasha takes one knee to the side, lowers her hand and spreads her lips, showing me their pink petals. Then she turns around, climbs onto her chair with her knees and lifts her dress up her back, exposing her soft, curvy ass to me. With her hands she reaches back and spreads her buttocks to the sides, showing me her crotch in all its glory: an elastic bud of the anus, tender lips with a slightly opened entrance, a pink hood of the clitoris.
The lifted dress, stockings and spread ass make an incredible impression on me. I immediately cum, spewing out a solid portion of sperm, and Natasha turns around and peers into my face with pleasure, enjoying the fact that she brought me to orgasm.
“Show me,” she writes.
I lower the laptop lid again, showing my still hard shaft and streams of seed on it. She smiles with satisfaction.
“I was so afraid that someone would come in while I was standing here on the chair.” I wouldn’t get out of my chair so quickly! I almost came myself from fear.
She stands in front of the camera, bends over and I see her pull up her panties. This time simple, black, in which her husband will see her at home. The soft fabric lies on the desired triangle and Natasha pulls down the dress. Then, grinning at my camera, she dramatically places one stockinged leg on a chair and rolls one stocking down - changes position and takes off the second. She takes tights out of her purse and pulls them on, briefly showing me the black panties again.
I sit, wiping away the sperm with a handkerchief and buttoning my trousers.
“Well, if I get detained again tomorrow, grab some tissues.” - Natasha barely noticeably winks at me. “And I’ll take the little thing you gave me.”
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