One day, she sat down at the computer after the bathroom. With a towel on his head and a terry dressing gown. Natasha apologized for her too “home” outfit, but she seemed more attractive to me than usual. Business was on a day off, the mood was upbeat, we were in a good mood and set to communicate. This was in the summer. I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. However, what was dressed below, the camera did not get to the computer, so the main thing was that it was dressed above the belt. Natasha’s hair dried up, she took the towel off her head. Black thick hair fell to the shoulders. Natasha was happy and smiling. Her dark gown emphasized the whiteness of the gate and the place where the breasts began. When she spoke or gesticulated, the gown folded open her delightful circles, which I looked at without looking up. On the screen of Skype you do not see exactly where your interlocutor looks and I used it. Skype itself consists of 2 screens – one big, for the interlocutor and one small, where you see yourself. However, it can be combined here.
“You look good today,” I said. “Well, you,” Natasha hesitated, “on the contrary, now I’m terrible as a witch, not made-up and not combed.” “I would like to comb you,” I said. “I would like that, too,” said Natasha. I swallowed saliva, Natasha in Skype always excites me. “You have a beautiful robe,” I said, “show it to me completely.” “How is this?” Natasha asked. – “Get up, step away from the computer, walk around the room.” Natasha laughed and said: “Well, look,” and walked away from the computer. Her robe was short, and white, slightly bare legs appeared from under him. I swallowed again. Something had to be said, but I could not say anything. Natasha returned to the table, I again looked at her breasts under the robe. “Well, what are you wearing?” – Natasha asked, – walk around the room. “I walked away from the desk in embarrassment, trying to hide my excitement from the camera, sticking out from under the shorts. Then we continued the conversation, and I was all agonizingly thinking, and whether there are any more clothes on Natasha under the robe. But how to find out, do not ask? And why not ask? But how? Will she not be offended? And on the other hand, we are adults…
“Natasha,” my voice sat down and I spoke low and hoarse, “Natasha, do you have anything under your robe?” Natasha blushed, it was visible even through our inferior cameras and blinked with her big eyelashes. “Almost nothing,” she said, “only panties.” – “And what color are they?” – “White”. “And show me?” Natasha got up from behind the table, slightly flung open the hem of her dressing gown and I saw a small slice of white panties. My excitement peaked. I put my left hand in my shorts, the benefit of Natasha on the computer could not see it. My gun was completely ready for battle. I myself marveled at his power. Natasha’s bare legs affected me like a red rag on a bull. I could not think of anything else.
“Natasha, take off your robe,” I croaked. – “Well, you, I’m shy.” “Well, at least open a bit.” – “What do you need to open?” – “Open your chest.” Natasha sat down to the computer. There was a smile on her face. “I’m embarrassed about you,” she repeated, “I can not show you everything. Here look”. She slowly opened her dressing gown on her chest. I saw an unforgettable sight. Her breasts opened almost completely, but her nipples covered her fingers. “How I would like to kiss your breasts,” I burst out. – “Kiss”. Natasha pushed her charms closer to the screen. – “And (I paused and got courage) I would like to touch your nipples with my penis.” “I really want this,” said Natasha, “show me it.” I got up from my chair, took off my T-shirt, but I did not have to let go of the shorts. Natasha’s face and her chest looked at me from the screen. In the small screen I saw my bare torso and a steel spring sticking out of shorts. I pulled the shorts down. Natasha gasped. What she wanted to see (and I show her) appeared before her. It was a real man’s flesh, in all its power and pristine beauty. Fingers I kneaded my beast, completely ready to jump. The muscles of the torso were also tense. Yes, hell, I was extremely tense.
“Oh, how I want it,” said Natasha. “Come closer, I want to touch it.” I approached the monitor. “Can I put it on your chest?” “You can,” Natasha sighed. “And you can …", – I hesitated. “Do you want me to kiss him?” Natasha asked. – “Really want to. Take his lips. " “I take it, I like it very much.” “And I like it, but I’m going to finish it.” – “Stop it! End it, my dear! Cum on my face. " – “No, I will finish you on the chest, on the nipples. Or in the groin. Take off your panties. “Natasha also got up and went to the computer. Her robe was already unbuttoned completely. She began to take off her panties. I realized that I would not stop. Already no one and nothing will stop me. Natasha’s stomach, lower abdomen, her crotch, legs were here, here they are. I was mad. The denouement was drawing near. “Natasha, take it with your lips.” Natasha raised her face to the screen. Her eyes were wide open, her lips moved to the rhythm of my movements. “I’m taking it, darling. I’ll swallow all his strength. I’m all yours, do with me what you want. " – “You have soft lips and strong tongue, I am bald from your caresses. The more I can not stand, I cum in your mouth. ON!!! “And I shouted:" NAAAAA!!! “And finished. Well, at hand was a handkerchief, otherwise the computer would simply be washed off the table. Natasha breathed heavily, she spoke like in a dream: “I want more, come on, come on, give me everything.” I did not see her hands, but, probably, they also did not lose time in vain. Then her eyes rolled and she moaned loudly. I realized that she, too, had finished.
Natasha lived in another city, a few thousand kilometers from me, so we did not meet “live” with her. Our meetings on Skype did not last very long. We quarreled because of something and did not correspond anymore. Oh, Natasha…
Sveta-saleswoman and Anna Sergeevna
At one time I worked as a commodity expert in a department store. The staff was exclusively female (except me). Ladies are all completely family, young and not very much, many with children. My fiefdom was the storage room at the store. One day a new girl came to us, Sveta, a saleswoman. Young, interesting woman, she was a short blonde with pleasant and mouth-watering forms. The ass in the tight trousers was absolutely round. Do not spoil the figure and mature, slightly heavy breasts. Sveta was a sociable girl, she liked to laugh and joke. I immediately liked her. Occasionally Sveta came to my warehouse, on business, we talked with her. Sometimes I went out into the hall, on business, and when she was not busy with the buyers, we talked. Sveta loved jokes that I knew in plenty and always laughed loudly and contagiously, broadly exposing her white, even teeth.
At first, my anecdotes were all pretty much decent. Then I began to allow some liberties. Sveta laughed and vulgar jokes, only adding to laughter so the color that goes to her. Sometimes I caught myself thinking that telling an anecdote is not the first time. But Sveta laughed loudly anyway. Increasingly, I began to catch myself thinking that I’m going to work with pleasure, because I will see the Light there. Once Sveta went to the warehouse and was looking for something on the lower shelves. We talked about something. In general, I must say, my warehouse was a quiet place and rarely looked here. Svetin’s head and upper body were between the shelves, and only “legs” and a round pop, protruding with black elastic breeches, “stuck out” from the outside. I approached closer. “Sveta, can I help you?” Can be supported, “I asked. – “Support, or else I’m going to crash”. And for what to keep? I hesitantly took hold of her hips. They were elastic and very pleasant to the touch. I squeezed my fingers a little harder. Then he let go of it lightly. Sveta did not react at all. She still did something there on the shelf. “You have a butt as a nut,” I said, and stroked my ass with my palm. It was delicious. Sveta was silent. I began stroking further. My research shifted to the front of her trousers.