Angelochka
I never would have thought that a meaningless and monotonous job as a security guard could take such a turn and bring such extraordinary joy.
Let me start from the beginning. At my workplace, there are several posts, and one of them is the dispatch office for processing vehicle departures. A wonderful girl named Angela works there. Middle-aged, with a dark complexion, playful eyes, a slender figure, breasts no smaller than a C-cup, and a perfectly shaped butt. The first time I saw her passing by with a pass, I was speechless for a split second. She comes in very early, prepares the waybills for the drivers and rushes off, and a mechanic distributes them later.
She also comes in on weekends, unlike other
employees. On such days, it's quiet and peaceful—no one disturbs the calm with any fuss. Every time she passed by, I would gaze after her, imagining various scenarios in my head where I was supposedly with her. On one such early Saturday morning, around 5:30, I was sitting there killing time reading, and she walked in.She smiled as always with her pearly smile, especially noticeable against her dark skin, chirped that she had her pass with her, and ran to her office. Out of habit, I watched her go, locked the entrance door with a key since no one else was supposed to be there, and indulged in my fantasies about Angela, naturally stimulating my cock. Closing my eyes, I dreamed of touching her so-desired breasts, kissing her tender lips, inhaling the alluring scent of that amazing body, while my hand furiously jerked my cock.
Through my sexual thoughts, I felt the familiar scent very distinctly and abruptly opened my eyes. She had silently entered my little room and was staring with wide eyes, unable to utter a word. I almost went into shock—I absolutely did not expect such a turn of events. I quickly hid everything and probably turned bright red. "I wanted to get the key to the mechanics' room here..." she said almost inaudibly. "Yes, of course, sorry..." I replied in a strained voice and handed her the key. What a situation had developed, what a fine security guard I was.
She took the key, hesitated for a moment, turned around, and left. I sat there as if doused with a bucket of ice water, yet my arousal hadn't subsided; on the contrary, it had only intensified due to the extreme situation. A minute later, I was standing, having completely unzipped my pants, openly standing in the middle of the room, masturbating self-forgetfully, trying to relieve at least a little of the tension. Now there was nothing to fear; a shell doesn't land in the same crater twice. A couple of minutes later, I confirmed from my own experience that not all folk sayings come true. She had just as silently approached from behind, and her hot, tender hand rested on top of mine.
From the surprise, I opened my eyes, and what followed was already like a blur. Angela gently touched the pulsating head of my cock, carefully wrapped her fingers around it, and began to jerk me off very carefully herself. Not a word was said. My surprise and pleasure knew no bounds; my long-standing dream and fantasy were coming true. I turned to face her and looked into her eyes.
Mischievous little sparks flashed in their bottomless depths, her body swayed slightly in rhythm with the movements, and I desperately wanted to touch her everywhere, to know and feel all the warmth of her magnificent body. My hands, now idle, began to wander over her curves, feeling the girlish firmness so desired by me. Immediately, her skirt crept up, and the buttons on her blouse turned out to be snaps, so with one movement they were all undone.
Her panties were minimal, already very wet, her bra was sheer, through which the dark, protruding spots of her nipples were visible—it was as if she had prepared for something like this. I love it when a girl gets pleasure first and didn't want to change my principles, so, overcoming the burning desire to cum, I sat her on the table with one movement, lowered her bra, exposing her magnificent, seemingly sculpted by a professional, breasts, and kissed her sharp nipples.
Then I descended to her hot slit, slightly moving aside the strip of her already very wet panties, and my gaze was met by an amazing bud, with dark edges of rather large labia and a tender pink core, which exuded the scent of sex and was dripping with the juices of desire. I literally buried my lips in this treasure, thoroughly licking up all the moisture, not missing a single millimeter of the inner surface of the fiery little flower.
The correctness of my actions was evidenced by Angela's characteristic butt movements and the passionate moans she emitted with her eyes closed. With one finger, I began to carefully enter her vagina, fortunately there was a lot of lubrication. Droplets reached the small brown hole, and I didn't miss the opportunity to lick them off.
Angela even arched her back from this, and then, gently massaging, I began to insert a finger into her delightful butt. The girl was shaking, the sounds of pleasure grew louder, and my tongue and fingers didn't relent, increasing the pace all the while. Her little clitoris had swollen so much that it resembled a large pea, and with every touch to it, Angela cried out, trying to press my head harder, as if to push me into herself.
With a sharp movement, she slightly pushed me away and, with energetic movements of her slender fingers, began to masturbate her clitoris, while inserting two fingers of her other hand into her vagina and quickly thrusting them in. My tongue switched to her anal hole, which made her shake again, and she began to cum vigorously. This divine sight, when a girl frankly pleasures herself in front of a stranger, completely unashamed, and her orgasm is so strong, powerful, genuine.
Her nipples became rock-hard, juices flowed almost like a river, and she went limp, coming down. A few seconds later, she opened her hazy eyes, reached out her hand to my erect cock, and grabbed it. Her whole hand was covered in her sweet lubrication, easily gliding along its entire length. I didn't need much time or effort. Looking at her delightful breasts, her open and all-shiny pussy between her widely spread legs, at her lustful eyes, I literally exploded, drenching all this beauty with streams of cum.
My legs were buckling, but I was afraid to miss even a single moment of such a magical sight. Angela began to smear the cum over her lower lips, over her belly, over her breasts. A few drops landed on the silky skin of her beautiful legs. Her fingers slid over her body, touching the tips of her nipples, diving inside the hot pussy again, caressing the still-warm clitoris. Then she leaned over, gently kissed the head of my cock, licking off a drop that had appeared, and with the words "Until next time," she fluttered out of my room. Now I hope to experience all her wonderful spots and holes with my cock; maybe I'll get lucky.