I’m now 30 years old, but what happened a year ago I cannot forget. I work in a bank and, by the nature of my activities, communicate with customers not constantly. But sometimes you have to.
So, a year ago, there was spring. And one of the spring days I had to deal directly with customer conversations, answer their stupid questions and listen to comments on the work of the bank. The day stretched slowly and already before dinner there was no more than an hour when a miniature woman sat down in the chair opposite me in the chair. We immediately recognized each other. Once we studied in parallel groups of one of the Kyiv academies. 4 have passed since then, yes, perhaps 5 years. Mashenka has since gone out, turning from usually a girl into a magnificent woman.
I understood this right away, not even having time to talk to her. Her clothing was not a throw, but a person, although not often communicating with clients, was clear how much it costs, and that a solid lady was in front of him. Impeccable makeup, a neat short haircut – and this is all of it – Masha from a parallel group.
– Oh, hi! I didn’t expect to meet you.
– Hi, I smiled back. You are to us on the case?
– Yes, there is a problem with payment. Next, we spoke on a professional topic and quickly all the mators.
There was still some time left before lunch.
– I was glad to see and hear you. With these words, Masha took the cloak from the back of the chair and headed for the exit. After pretending to consider important paper, I was inseparably looked at her. Now, seeing her gaze, I shamelessly examined her beautiful legs. A skirt just above the knees provided a very attractive sight. In the spring sun, a reflection of black and gray tights, high-heeled shoes with a gilded chain, created an incredible exciting effect. And all this is in motion from my office!
-Well, at least something pleasant. An inspection thought flashed.
A few more visitors and the time has come for lunch. Having thrown my jacket, I closed the office and went out into the street.
-Misha, you will do without lunch. I heard, after a few steps along the street. I heard this voice half an hour ago. Masha was waiting for me. She came up, took me by the arm, and we went to the next square. Exchange of a couple of standard questions about business, mood, and now the conversation has already started. On this sunny spring day there were a lot of people on the street. But we were lucky, and a free bench came across. I especially had to tell and nothing. Having graduated from the Academy, I worked all this time at the bank, where only corporate drinking bunches could be remembered from entertainment. In personal – I continued to be in a creative search. Masha turned out differently. Even on the penultimate course, she got married and the diploma of the pool was already a young mother. Further chronic lack of money, divorce. And for two years she has been married to a successful German. The husband very often to be somewhere on the road between Germany and Ukraine.
– A year ago, Masha says, we decided that I should also get down to business. My husband gave money, helped with advice and now I have my own business.
Masha still talked about her life after the academy, and I enjoyed her legs. Sitting on a bench, the skirt lifted a little, and the side cut was on my part. More than once I ran a look at her legs, tightened into a thin black nylon. From shoes to the end of the cut and back, meeting a golden reflection of tights. The jacket hid my excitement that Radolo. And Masha told everything. Her story was not forced, and she even began to play a shoe on the tip of her legs. The shoe slipped into some kind of motion. Another blow below the belt – who will leave indifferent fascinating fingers with a neat pedicure? And when the dark borders of the varnish is visible through the black nylon tights? The shoe treacherously flew off a meter. I had no choice but to get up and bring her. With a shoe in my hand, I crouched at her feet, trying to help to dress. But it was a dime – in fact, it was an occasion to pick up her leg, to feel the shine of black tights to the touch. And maybe look somewhere. My friend no longer wanted to understand the manner, and could give out excitement to any minute. Masha allowed me to help. And then something happened to which I could only have time to hide.
The car’s leg easily slipped into the shoe, and from under the skirt there was a sound of the legs rubbing against each other, dressed in tights. And a minute, a moment – maybe it seemed to me, but there were no panties on it. It was above my possibilities. Having muttered something slurred about urgent documents, I went to work with a quick step. He was already standing, and did not want to understand anything. Ready to tear up, he wanted this woman. Its smell, the appearance of the exterminated hairs, which opened through a black transparent nylon, I no longer knew it I really saw or already the imagination was finished. But it was not important not for me not for an erogir friend.
Departing to some ruling, I stood on the sidelines for a long time, trying not to frighten the passers -by. Then somehow kicked to the bank. Snarled to the toilet imperceptibly and put himself in order for some time.
The rest of the day was drawn to indecent for a long time. All my thoughts were busy Masha. How such a chic lady grew out of an ordinary girl. I will not hide that on the way home and at night I also thought about everything I saw and what happened. The next morning everything was smoothed out, only some echoes were still heard somewhere.
The first thought was to protrude banking documents and find the cars phone. But I drove this thought, not wanting to interfere in her personal life. And what did she think about me now?
A day later, at the end of the working day, she called.
– Hello. I am already an adult and I understood everything. She spoke with a shocking voice.
– Today, at lunch, I spent my husband in Herandia for a week, so in the evening I will come for you.
The last phrase did not leave the opportunity for maneuver.
– I will wait for a parking lot around the bank. Today I will be on a dark green Mazda. When you are free?
We agreed on the time, and I immediately began to count the min.
The work is over, I went down to the parking lot. Going around it twice, I never found a dark green maza. Time passed, the parking was empty, everyone went home. 20 minutes passed, a dark green breeze flew into the parking lot – I knew it to me. The car stopped opposite me, the door opened.
-Hello. Sit down. I lingered a little, I’m sorry.
I got into the car, Masha kissed the cheek.
– This is a delay compensation. Where will we go? Oh yes, last time you were left without dinner. Dinner is for me today.
It should be noted that most women cannot learn how to drive by car. This did not belong to Masha – confidence in movements was felt. I drew attention to her hands, or rather to manicure. Very neatly, dark green varnish. A thought flashed through my head – and on the fingers of the legs the same thing, and everything is in the color of the car? Or vice versa? I have not yet begun to get dark and I was leisurely examined Masha during the conversation. Today Masha did not put on shoes. It was tall, above the knees, black high -heeled boots. Short -shaped swoop made of dark green taffeta. I have noted for myself that the space of the legs, between a slightly lifted skirt, and the upper edge of the boots, was covered in nylon of transparent smoky gray tights.
Light, transparent blouse worn on a lace T -shirt. Which, on the contrary, did not hide, but emphasized the line of a neat chest.
-And where are we going?
-Out of town. Here the sounigation is not far from a cozy cafe.
The road really took a little time. And now we are in a country park. Parking on the edge of the forest, near a small cafe. The car stopped, I went out.
– You won’t help me go out?
I opened the door and gave Masha’s hand. She, taking her purse, put her left leg on the ground. The skirt lifted up from this movement, allowing me to admire the cars and my feet. Now I examined, there were no stockings on it, but a brilliantly transparent smoky tights. Taking the keys to the ignition lock, Masha seemed to give me time to examine her legs. But now, the door is closed. From the rear seat hanger, she took a short dark green leather -toe crucible. We went to the cafe by nPR.
-Well, how do you like? Suddenly, Masha said.
-What are you talking about? I tried to get around, or rather pretend that I had just not looked at her legs.
-I am an adult girl and I already definitely feel what is happening to you.
It was pointless to unlock.
-You look just super. Having gained courage, I squeezed out.
-And it’s all? I want to hear your opinion about what you managed to consider.
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