Boring Job

Now I had landed in the basement …

Through a burnout from the development department to the siding … with 41!

In the chamber in front of my office the boxes were unloaded with the folders, and data carriers, the folders with skits etc …

Did anybody know that someone was working behind the door? No matter. I get the material as I need it, catalog it, move it to the other door and store it in the right shelf.

Well, there is a bright spot … my colleague, the shrill Gudrun is finally gone in maternity protection, the desk is now unoccupied, if fully equipped, and supposedly the week a new come. Hopefully not worse.
The day has already started well when I got to work and my parking lot was occupied.

Suddenly the door opens and the personal chef comes in, a woman in tow …

Well, woman, rather a girl, an estimated 16 braided dark brown hair, and a dress which would rather be suitable for the disco ….

OK, clashing, home waiting for a frigid woman and a child.

The Personnelite presents us to each other …. Saskia is called her, aha … and trainee.

Me: Wait a minute? I’m supposed to train?

Personalleiter: Sure, they have the qualifications, and place is enough here.

Me: Well, let’s see if I managed.

Personalleiter: You’ve got quite different things, and a bit more variety than just archiving will do them good.

I: but surely …

Well, the Personalleiter went, and we were alone.

I imagined that I was Christian and is often referred to as a cellar … (she had to smile, as sweet)
Then I showed her the rooms … first the office and her desk, then the passage through the fire door to the long corridor.

The first door to the left, a complete bathroom, with tub, shower, toilet and wash basin, stowards for towels, etc.

And opposite a chamber with copying machine and shredder and 6 bins on the wall.

Saskia: I’m wondering how this is furnished, almost like an apartment.

I: Well, the building is quite old, and our company founder had created a kind of bunker in the Cold War. Now it is a first-class archive with the best fire protection technology.

Saskia: ahja … looks almost like party cellar ….

I: hm, so I never looked at it.

She turned and went out of the room in front of me, back into the corridor.

Now I saw the dress times from behind …. wow … the back cut went down to the middle … and no trace of a bra … a neckholder dress … which not far under the butt ended … Shred !

Saskia: where is it going? (She gestured further)

There are the archives.

The doors have a number, behind the shelves, there again the fans, etc. together, it is the number which we assign to the sorted items.

Saskia: sounds easier than it probably is.

I: if you work properly, you find everything again.

I think we’re going back to the office and we’re starting.

Saskia: Ok.

Back in the office, we sat down for a while, I got my computer up and theirs.

After that, she started doing something crazy in her pocket, holding the car keys in her hand. Ahja … so already 18 ….

Then I came over to her and explained the basic principles of the program. She was quite fast in the mind, and found also rel. Quickly.

For me it was not easy to stand behind her, to inhale her fragrance, to try not to gobble into the detail and to convey the details. The pants were pretty tight in the crotch. Shredding ….

I then went back to my place and tried to loosen … not that it still striking.

When I saw her this way, I became aware of who she reminded me of all the time …. to a film figure, the title heroin of ‘Tribute of panem’ or something like that … face figure …. even the braided hair were similar
She sat there, bending forward, working through the learning stimulation of the program, leaning forward, great … I was not used to such a good outlook as in a room without windows, and so far only with a colleague Which I could not imagine for the best sake, who has sacrificed to pregnant …. well …

But sweet she is already …. how she sits there and chews on the pen.

Hm … with the short dress … would be interesting now what she has under it … Shred!

Suddenly she stood up. ‘Can I go to the bathroom?’ …

Me: You do not have to ask me for permission.

She went out and I admired her gait, only now many of me the matching shoes to the dress on, ca 6-8cm heel and laced …

Shortly thereafter she came back in, sat down and went on.

Something was different … I came quickly as she bent forward, she had made the knot at the neck a little further ….

Ohye … the view was even better … I could now look between the two until I saw dress again …. and my pants was tight again.

Again and again she looked at me, or did I just imagine?

No matter.

In any case, my curiosity got bigger and I decided to change the CD, albeit unnecessarily ….

My computer was still such an old, who stood under the table …. had never thought that this time was a practical circumstance.

So I pushed down, the tray opened … and gagged ……

She had not the legs very well, a certain distance next to each other … in between you could see a breath of white fabric, through which it was indistinct but clearly visible behind what concealed behind, well shaved well.
When I sat in the office chair, I thought …. hm …. seems to be expensive, shimmers like silk …

Then I noticed how she had a pin at the desk edge and had a little effort to push this down as much as possible …

When this happened, she only said: Oops … and disappeared under the table.

Now I was curious …. and noticed that I sat quite legs apart. Well … let’s see what she’s doing down there … or before ….

I just did as if I would continue to work very concentrated …

Then I felt a tender hand on my ankle …. to stroke up to the knee …. then the other side, also on the inside …
This is now very delicate, I thought, if now someone comes in ….

Naja … would be displayed to me … also a relic of the Bunkertechnik.

Now she was already on the belt …. and had him open quickly, the pants also and the zipper.

Well … every man knows the moment in which he tries convulsively to remember what underpants he has dressed in the morning. A short look down was enough to calm me … one of the good ones!

Ohoh … her fingers caress the underpants …. moment …. a hand is probably inside …

Ok … now she has completely unpacked him and caress him …

Madness … which me, where at home as good as never what goes ….

Oha … now I feel lips … wow ….

Now I can not help myself and lean back to watch …

With a nice eye-contact she looks at me, completely innocent, and sucks slowly and relishfully at my little friend.

I shoot a thousand things through my head … but somehow I circle around the picture with their car keys … ok 18 …

She sucks not tight … rather just sucking … tender, simply horny.

Her head goes slowly and evenly back and forth, and every time she takes him a little bit deeper …
She took her hands behind her head and loosened the knot ….

The perfect breasts of a young woman appeared, not too small, not too big and firm, with clearly recognizable nipples.

Oh … that will slow too much.

The sight and the horny bubbles …. that will not only soon a load, but a very large load, I had already forever no sex anymore!

I: Su Saskia, if you do not stop right away, there’s a big mess.

She just smiled at me and continued.

Wow .. never had a woman complete my little in the mouth ….

The pressure rose higher and I could do nothing ….

The moment it was forcibly pushed out of me, she just had it completely in her mouth, well or in the neck …
She had to cough and prick and some mucked from her mouth.

On my pants and underpants, on the office chair on her breasts and on her dress.

Her even hung some sperm from her nose.

She stood up before me, her dress had gathered like a belt in the middle, and her transparent white panties could be seen this time, in good light … it was not silky shimmer ….. she was wet!

Ok … again what learned … when I wanted to say grad still something, she leaned forward, gave me an intensive spermakuss and went to the bathroom to clean herself …. over the shoulder she still meant, I should come better, not that someone else comes to the office.

Continuation?