Milena
New Year's Eve hustle. Another corporate party. Getting ready. This time without my wife. She's pacing around the room, grumbling.
"At least try to control yourself. Don't get completely wasted. Last time was so embarrassing when you face-planted into the salad. I don't want to be ashamed with you this time. Go by yourself. You don't even have to wear a tie. Fewer things to wash later."
Let her grumble. At least today I can drink with colleagues without her nagging in my ear. And stare at the female part of the team in peace. Girls, women of any age dress up for corporate parties in such a way that you start to doubt their infallibility. Butts, legs, heels, hairstyles,
makeup. And how they dance when they're drunk! No need to even go to a strip club! In short, I'll have a great evening without my wife.Got dressed, drove to the bank where I work. This year, management decided to hold the holiday party right at the bank, inviting especially important clients, partner banks, other collaborating organizations. So, they set up a huge table in the foyer, standing areas, seating, a dance floor, and so on.
Oh! My colleagues are already milling around the snacks and drinks. I join them. Gotta start with a shot. Luckily, management doesn't skimp on these parties, both the alcohol and the food are pretty good. People are gradually arriving. Everyone is prim and proper, looking nice. Employees, invited guests. They're still in little clusters, haven't had a drink or mingled yet. Greeted the guys, joked around, laughed, knocked back fifty grams each, had some sandwiches. Oops, and then I saw, among the other guests, entering the bank foyer with her husband, my university classmate—Milena.
Standing with my friends near the snacks, I keep trying to get a good look at my former classmate from afar. The guys have already downed a couple of shots, but I just want to stare at Milena. I hesitated for a long time, not knowing how she would react, how her husband would react, since we're clearly from different social strata, but I finally mustered up the courage, took two tall, thin champagne glasses from the drinks table, and went over to Milena, who was standing and chatting casually with a group of managers.
"Ahem. May I treat a charming girl?" I asked in a slightly cheeky tone, wanting to surprise her.
"Oh, Yurka, is that you?" Milena exclaimed, surprised and delighted, turning to me, "You're here? Do you work here? Or are you a guest too, like me and my husband?"
"No, I work here. In the head office. Chief sysadmin."
"I'm so glad to see you after all these years. Meet my husband." – Milena's husband nodded obligingly, clearly a wealthy but far from young man, he nodded, and my classmate continued: "Are you here alone? Without your wife?"
"Alone today. She didn't want to come this year."
"I'm so glad I ran into you. I want to chat with you. Definitely. Let's finish up here. I have a bit of business talk, and then I'll find you at this party." – the girl leaned in, sweetly pressed her cheek to mine and whispered in my ear: "Don't get lost, look for me."
We talked a lot, reminiscing about our university friends, funny incidents, asking about who got jobs where, what they'd achieved. Milena drank a little champagne, while I only pretended to drink. I was intoxicated by the beauty and grace of my classmate. Beauty, the magical scent of her perfume—how could you not get drunk on that? What was happening around me was absolutely uninteresting. The noise, food, dancing, all nonsense. Only Milena and her company. We talked for a long time, standing by the snack table, until suddenly my classmate leaned towards me and asked:
"Do you have a secluded spot here? This noise is getting to me a bit." – I heard Milena's whisper right in my ear?
"I have a server room. No one but me has access to it."
"Excellent. Let's go there. It's noisy here." – Milena's eyes sparkled.
"Darling." – Milena addressed her husband, "Yura and I are going to go, have a smoke, talk about our student past. We'll share what we know about our classmates."
Her hubby, engrossed in conversation with a business partner, nodded in agreement.
We moved away from the table. While we were in sight, I tried not to touch Milena. But as soon as we were in the hallway, I immediately took her hand and pulled her along. She didn't resist at all and followed me pliantly. My mind was spinning with desires, fantasies about why my classmate wanted to be alone, her ideas, but I still hoped our secret desires matched.
Here's the door to the server room. Quickly opened it with a key trembling in my hand. Unnoticed by anyone, we slipped behind the door, and I locked it from the inside.
A somewhat cramped space, with frosted glass in a very small window high up on one wall, an empty desk against another wall—for some reason not covered in computers today—and several racks with the bank's server computers. Blinking LEDs, LCD screens slightly illuminated the room, leaving an aura of mystery in the darkness. Music from the bank foyer mixed with the quiet hum of the server fans.
A very romantic atmosphere, considering that in this room with me now was a girl of magnificent beauty. The scent of her perfume. So close now. The contours of her face, lit by faint colored light. My hands automatically reached for my former classmate's waist and pulled her to me. Immediately, her slender arms wrapped around my neck, and she hung on me, pressing her body against mine. Without a word, our lips met in a sweet, passionate kiss.
God, how wonderful it is to kiss such a beautiful and sexy girl. Moreover, Milena, as it turned out, was very passionate. She latched onto me, thrust her cheeky little tongue deep into my mouth, pressed her whole slender body and legs against me. Her firm breasts pressed into me, and I could feel her heart beating rapidly. Although mine was pounding terribly hard too.
We're sucking, sniffling, purring. My dick, traitorously, got hard and started pressing against my classmate's tummy through the fabric of my pants and her dress.
"Oh! Yurka. What's that?" – Milena pulled back slightly, stopping the make-out session.
"Don't you know. A traitor in my pants. Gave me away."
"You got so turned on kissing me? What's bad about that? Who's a traitor? Wow, it's so hard." – removing one hand from my neck, the girl lowered it and stroked my erection through my pants.
"Of course it got hard. You have such sweet lips, your hair smells so magical, you're so beautiful. Of course, it stood up."
"Can I touch it?" – not waiting for my answer, my classmate unbuckled my belt and slipped her hand into my pants, right under my underwear.
Holy shit! What a thrill it is when a new girl's fingers wrap around your dick. The shaft, the balls, everything Milena started touching immediately sent sweet sensations to my brain. I'm standing there like a statue, hugging the girl, looking into her eyes, and stupidly snorting through my nostrils. And she, looking at me, hanging on my neck with one hand, is jerking my dick, enjoying how I react to it.
"I want to look at it. I can imagine what a stud it is." – letting go of my neck, Milena slid down me.
With her mischievous fingers, she hastily unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down along with my underwear to the floor. My exposed, tense dick now dangled right in front of my classmate's face.
"Handsome! Definitely handsome!" – Milena took my dick at the base in her palm.
I'm standing there amazed, not even having time to figure out what to do, and she's already rubbing the head of my dick over her face. And it's slippery, with pre-cum oozing from the tip.
"I want it, I want it." – a few moments later, the girl wrapped her lips around the head of my dick.
Gently stroking, Milena first lightly sucked my dick, licking it with her tongue without taking it out of her mouth, then started sucking harder, so much that deep hollows formed in her cheeks. The aroused girl brazenly sucked, moved her head back and forth, sliding her lips along the shaft, touched my balls with her fingers and tickled them with her nails. She snorted, not wanting to let the lollipop she liked out of her mouth. She didn't even look up, so engrossed and getting off on giving me head.
I was getting off on the high too. Looked down, watching her lips move along my dick, her nose flaring as she inhaled another breath of air. In the dim light, I still managed to see Milena's knees, her dress hitched up, beautiful knees and thighs in stockings.
At first, my hands were disobedient, but then I got bolder and, placing a hand on the girl's head, running my fingers through her luxurious hair, I decided to move my hips, fucking her mouth. When I started moving my pelvis more actively while holding Milena's head tighter, sometimes thrusting the tip into her throat, she moaned, letting me know how much she liked it.
A few minutes of such movements, such sweet head, and I, unloading my balls, shot a huge amount of cum into the girl's mouth. Without parting her lips, Milena swallowed my warm cum, and only then released my softened dick from her mouth. Holding it with her palm, she gently kissed the wet head a few times and only then looked up at me.
"Milena, you're magnificent!"
"Why so?" – smiling with a slight smirk, my classmate rose from her knees and again wrapped her arms around my neck. She looked into my eyes mysteriously. Her face was very close to mine. The smell of my cum came from her lips, "So, will you tell me?"
"W-e-l-l-l. Milena, I just had the best orgasm from a blowjob in my life."
"Ah! You mean that. Did you really like it?"
"Yes! Very much. You did it so sweetly. And your look! You're so beautiful today. So sexy. Probably the most beautiful, the very best here today."
"Thank you, your words are nice to hear."
"It's true, Milenka. Even all my colleagues were asking who you are, where I know you from after we greeted each other. Said I was lucky to have the chance to know you. Said you're very appetizing. Asked to be introduced."
"I hope you didn't promise anything to anyone."
"Milen-n-n. Of course. Nothing. To no one." – pausing for a moment, "and you really gave me a treat today. I still have a fairy tale spinning in my head."
"Wow, you're so impressed. But I'm glad too. I really wanted to please you so much. I even wanted to give you a blowjob back in university."
"What? Back in university? Me a blowjob? You're not joking?"
"Well, what's the point of hiding it now? A lot of girls liked you, we all talked about you. A smart guy, kind, handsome, always attractive. Good marriage material."
"Wow, such a prospect. Look how high you've flown."
"Well, me. I'm married. That's different. Of course, I married well. But you, you're on your own. Already the chief sysadmin of such a big bank. With your brains alone, you could have gotten this far. By the way, do you have cigarettes? Can you smoke here? Alarm?"
"I actually quit a long time ago. But one of my colleagues asked me to hide her cigarettes in the server room. She sometimes smokes here in secret from everyone. So the alarm is off here. Here, by the way, are her cigarettes." – I pulled a started pack of women's cigarettes from behind the equipment rack. "Will you have one? Wait... do you even smoke?"
"No, Yurka, I don't smoke. Well, very rarely, a couple of times a year. On big holidays. But I feel so good right now. I really want to smoke. You'll join me, won't you?" – Milena unclasped her hands from my neck, took a thin cigarette from the pack.
I found a lighter and also took a cigarette.
A flash of light illuminated my classmate's pretty face. Her cheeks hollowed with the first drag. I again enjoyed how her cheeks sank in, as if she were still sucking my dick. Milena started smoking, leaning her butt against the desk behind her. It seemed to me it would be better if she sat on the desk, so I cheekily lifted her by the butt and sat her on the desk. The girl sat on the edge of the table, and her slender legs dangled down, not touching the floor.
"So why didn't you give me a blowjob back in university then?"
"Yur. Well, aren't you something." – Milenka laughed cheerfully but quietly, so as not to be heard. "Yurasik, you could have at least tried to make a move. Or was I supposed to come up and offer to suck you off myself? Or better yet, in front of everyone." – my friend continued to laugh, "You men are always so scared, scared to approach a girl. And then you regret not getting any. Well, at least today the cards fell so that I sucked off the best guy from the group. I'm totally high from how awesome it turned out." – Milena took another deep drag, "My head is spinning. By the way, even today I made the first move. If I hadn't asked, would you have shown me this lovely, lovely little spot?"
"Thank you, Yurka. Turns out you know how to please a girl's ears. Well, don't suffer so much about lost time. It happened today. Aren't you happy?"
Damn. Only now did I realize I'm still standing with my pants down to the floor and my dick dangling down. Bending down to the floor, I accidentally brushed my cheek against my classmate's knee in nylon. A sweet sensation of touching something very sexy. Stubbing out the butts on the floor, I found myself face-to-face with the girl's shoes. Even in the weak light, I once again noted their sexy shape, high heels. I automatically kissed the top of Milena's foot, covered in nylon.
"Yurka. You rascal, what are you doing down there?"
"Don't you feel it, Milenka? I'm kissing your beautiful legs. I am now a slave to your beauty."
"Yurka. You're so tender. I like it."
Without answering my former classmate, I got on my knees and started covering Milena's legs with kisses, running my tongue over them, moving my head up to her knees. Reaching Milena's knees, I was fully upright again. My palms stroked her legs through the stockings. Milena looked down at me with a gaze of pleasure. Rubbed my face against her knees, then used my face to push my friend's knees apart. Hiked her dress up higher, exposing Milena's thighs and panties. She didn't resist at all.
"Move them." – with a nod, I hinted to Milena to move her panties aside.
My friend's thighs, which I was hugging and stroking with my hands, were already resting on my shoulders. The girl immediately understood what I wanted and with the fingers of one hand moved her panties aside, giving me a chance to kiss and lick her between her legs. Leaning back, she propped herself up on the desk behind her with an elbow and now was half-lying, giving me plenty of room to go down on my classmate.
Of course, I was