Riddle of the Place

I guess the moment has come when I want to share my life experiences. Among them, of course, there are many different ones, but I want to share those concerning my girlfriend Katya (and my name is Andrey).

We met at a company dealing with product delivery... For ethical reasons, I won't describe it, you never know... I'll just say that she's 28 now, and back then she was 22. We've been living in a civil marriage for four years now, at my place.

I was assigned to work with her. I wasn't aiming for a high position, and I was quite content with the state of affairs.

We walked around the city together, always to the same addresses.

Mostly, they were "basement"-type shops and after work we'd grab a can of beer, sit on a bench and "relieve stress." Thanks to that, I guess our romance started. Since I'm a shy person, I wouldn't approach a girl first myself, the beer and gradual acquaintance were just perfect.

She emanated some powerful sexual energy. I guess our compatibility is just that good.

So, day by day, slowly, after the one can of beer and twenty-minute hangouts turned into two cans of beer and hangouts for about an hour and a half, we started a romantic relationship. Hugs and kisses, meeting the parents... Everything spun very quickly, within a week we became a couple.

We tried not to show our relationship at work, you never know, what tongues might wag. That's probably why few people guessed we were a couple.

There was one mysterious place at our work, a sort of warehouse. There were only two permanent people at the warehouse: Igor and Max, and over some time I found a common language with each.

The thing is, we went to all work-related places together, Katya and I. Our work is essentially different, but we do it together so it's not boring. But here, she constantly asked me to wait, while she went off to do her tasks independently.

Quickly finishing my work, I wandered around the deserted, half-empty warehouse that smelled of potatoes. But that day was special for me. After pacing back and forth, I decided to call Katya to hurry her up.

— Hello. — her voice sounded in the receiver.

— Will you be done soon?

— I'm working, you understand. Wait.

— Yeah, I'm waiting, waiting, just wanted to hear you, bunny. Aren't you bored there?

— No, no, everything's fine.

— Well, if you're not bored, I'll keep waiting.

— Everything's fine. Yes. Don't worry. Yes, everything's fine. Everything's fine, yes, yes.

— What? Okay, I'm waiting.

I hung up, lit a cigarette, and after a while Igor came out of the door. He headed towards me, grabbing a cigarette on the way.

— Been waiting long? — he asked, lighting up.

— About ten minutes. Will she be done soon, do you know?

— Yeah soon, soon. Do you like her?

— I like her, I guess. — I became embarrassed.

— Why don't you hook up with her? Great ass, everything's there.

— I think she already has someone. — I winked ambiguously.

— She has someone now, in half an hour she won't. — Igor winked back at me.

— She has someone now? — I asked again.

— What did you think. You're a grown-up boy, I think you can guess what kind of pleasure she's getting right now.

— I guess I can.

I said that last phrase in some kind of trance. It's hard to describe the feelings and thoughts swirling in my head.

First, I remembered the scene where Othello strangles Desdemona. But no. Something was off... Listening to my sensations, I realized everything in my pants was pulsing. But to say I got aroused would probably be incorrect. It was something stronger than just arousal.

Apparently, Igor somehow sensed my state. He waited for a pause, observing me, and continued:

— I wonder if anyone kisses her passionately?... She says they often cum in her mouth. More often than in her holes.

— What else does she say? Didn't she tell you what kind of man she'd marry?

— You're reading my mind. — Igor smiled. — Actually, she says: "I wish I could find a husband I wouldn't have to lie to, saying I was at a girlfriend's." Constantly hiding that she's getting fucked won't work. And she really likes this thing.

— Ah, now if I hook up with her, people will look at me sideways. And I really do like her a lot. The infidelity is even piquant. Besides, if I know about them, it's probably not infidelity anymore...

— Who's going to look at you sideways? Don't talk nonsense. She'll come out now and I'll personally tell her you're a good candidate. If you like a person, nothing else matters.

Then he probably decided to test how piquant the infidelity was for me and continued:

— Right now, such a sweetie is standing in the men's toilet, training her little ass for her future prince. What's not to like as a wife?

— Tell me more details, I want to know everything. — I asked.

— Details... I remember every detail, how could you forget such a thing.

I hugged her by the waist, ran my hand over her ass, I can feel she really wants it. I ask her, doesn't the sweetie want to go to the toilet, powder her nose? Max and I often fuck her in the men's toilet.

She understands everything, the clever girl. Her little heart is beating, she's nervous, anticipating the rod. We went to the toilet, she pulled down her panties herself and leaned her hands against the wall. Just from that sight you'd cum, believe me.

Then I'm fucking her, I keep thinking, I need to pull the stick out, or I'll flood the girl. No condoms, and she's not too fond of them anyway. And her phone rang. No, instead of hanging up or something, she answered. "Hello" — she says, "everything's fine, she says, I'm working." Well, I think, no respect for me. So I take it, and cum right in her pussy. The pussy isn't stupid either, felt it pulsing inside her and started cumming herself.

Katya is saying something on the phone, and her pussy is full of cum. Can you imagine?

Then I tell her, wait, I'll call Max now. She pulled up her panties, straightened her skirt and went to the mirror. Well, and I came out for a smoke. Shouldn't disturb people.

— What if she gets pregnant? — I asked.

— Means we'll fuck her with a belly. — he smiled. — There are plenty of means now, don't worry. It's not the first time she's been filled.

As if to confirm these words, Katya appeared from behind the door.

— Well, I'm done, shall we go? — she said.

But then Igor stood up from his crouch, and remembering his promise to put in a good word for me, he said:

— Why don't you two go to the movies today?

— Good idea. — Katya was delighted. — Will my bunny take me to the movies?

She came up to me and kissed me passionately on the lips.

Such events clearly didn't fit in Igor's head. He started making some strange hand gestures, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

At that time, Katya took me by the hand and led me towards the exit.

I didn't tell Katya what Igor had told me. I just held her hand and imagined how they stretched my bunny without a rubber.