Without leaving the cash register
I ended up in the military unit's accounting department by chance. In our small town, lost in the Kazakh steppes, there was practically nowhere to go. After graduating from technical school, I was unemployed for a long time and felt very burdened by it, spending whole days in the company of my mother-in-law. Mishka, my hubby, worked at the quarry of a gravel plant and, returning from work, was so tired that after eating, he would fall dead on the bed. No time for love then. What kind of love is that?
Of course, I loved him, especially at first, but then my feelings somehow dulled and practically faded away. We only made love on weekends, and even then it all ended so quickly that
I didn't even have time to understand, let alone feel anything... And I'm a young, beautiful woman, barely in my twenties—twenty-six. We didn't have children yet, and somehow I didn't even want to have them anymore. Life flowed smoothly and monotonously, without any surges.In short, when a military unit was transferred to our town, I immediately rushed to get a job. I found out about it by accident. I just met a friend who knows everything about everyone. We got talking, and she mentioned that she had seen a large military convoy heading towards the old, abandoned factory. Once upon a time, they repaired agricultural machinery there, but it hadn't been operational for a long time, though it was huge and had several buildings. Or maybe it only seemed that way to me back then, as I was very little when it was still functioning. News travels fast in our town.
Within a week, I knew that the arriving unit was a construction battalion and they planned to turn our factory into an auto repair plant for military equipment. Besides the construction battalion, the engineering department was also located in the administrative building of the former factory. That's where I ended up. However, due to my lack of experience, I was hired as a cashier. I knew how to count money. The salary was small, but still—at least I didn't have to sit at home all day.
One thing was bad: the factory was located twelve kilometers from the town, right near the gravel plant where my dear husband worked. We were transported by a service bus, so being late was not an option. Be late, and goodbye—you'd have to hitchhike. Our chief accountant was Ivan Vasilyevich—a young, fit captain who, for some reason, wore shoes with high heels. Later, when I saw his wife, I understood why he wore them... His wife was quite the beanpole—a good twenty centimeters taller than him. Two or three times a week, I went to the bank on official business with the captain. In principle, only I needed to go, but Ivan Vasilyevich always found a reason, sometimes far-fetched, to accompany me.
Of course, he liked me—that wasn't hard to notice. And who wouldn't like a slender, pretty blonde of 26. His attention wasn't limited to just trips to the city bank. Quite often, we would stop at some cafe or bar, where he would treat me to ice cream or something else tasty. Somehow it happened that soon we became lovers. No wonder, compared to his wife, I was simply a beauty. Though, as a lover, he wasn't very good, but I couldn't refuse him either. After all—he was the boss, and it added some variety to life.
A year passed. My relationship with Ivan continued, but somehow it wasn't the same anymore. Everything was monotonous, primitive. In short, I got tired of him, and I didn't experience much pleasure. And then a new officer arrived at our unit—a captain. A tall, handsome brunette was appointed as the head of a section and appeared at headquarters quite rarely. His name was Andrei. Only occasionally, as if by chance, meeting him in the hallway, I began to notice that he was also showing interest in me. I found out from the girls that he wasn't married, and that fueled my desire to get to know him better even more. But there was Vanechka...
It all happened by itself. It was winter, which began in this godforsaken region as early as October. Once, when the chief accountant was away on his own business, I saw Andrei. He had just come to our accounting department for some document.
"Oh, girls, how am I supposed to get to the city?" I asked too loudly to attract his attention. "I completely forgot I need to go to the bank."
I had seen Andrei in a car once, possibly his own. That would have been great.
I quickly got ready and rushed out into the yard. Right opposite the entrance stood a large, dirty dump truck, with Andrei pacing nearby. Not what I expected, but what could I do. He deftly helped me up onto the step, assisting me into the cab, and settled in next to me. At the wheel sat a small, round-faced Kazakh. The truck started, spraying a whole fountain of dirty, wet snow from under its wheels. Twenty minutes later, we were in the city, stopping at the bank. Andrei got out and offered his hand to help me. Hesitating slightly, I moved towards the exit, put my foot on the step, but it suddenly slipped and I almost fell to the ground. Good thing—Andrei caught me. Oh, girls! I almost drowned in his embrace. He was so big and strong.
I just nodded, pulling away from him with obvious reluctance. Truth be told, I didn't even need to go to the bank, but I went in to chat with the girls and warm up at the same time.
Half an hour later, he drove up, and I, fluttering out from the depths of the bank, hurried to take my place in the truck. On his lap was a bulky parcel box with round holes on the sides.
"Mom sent some apples," he smiled. "Probably frozen. Let's stop by my place and see," he added.
He rented an apartment in a five-story building not far from the center.
"Fifteen minutes," he said to the driver, helping me out of the truck. "Let's go, have a look," now to me.
"Cold?" Andrei asked, watching me shiver my shoulders. "We'll warm up now," he added, putting the kettle on the stove and turning on the gas.
I went into the only room and looked around. Everything was as usual: a sofa, a wardrobe, a table, a TV, but the walls... The walls were covered with paintings. Landscapes, still lifes, on one painting—a battle scene of some fight. Painted in oil and very decent. I even opened my mouth in surprise.
"My little hobby," Andrei whispered in my ear.
I didn't even notice how he ended up behind me. His hands rested on my shoulders, gently squeezing them.
"Like it?"
I nodded my head, turned it, and immediately felt his lips on mine. A short kiss, a questioning look in which desire was clearly discernible, and I melted. Throwing my arms over his shoulders with captain's epaulettes—I sure have luck with captains—I leaned forward, offering my lips now for a real kiss. He plunged into my mouth, fiercely squeezing my body in his embrace. What bliss it was! I instantly ignited, feeling a treacherous trembling in my legs, ready to give way. Andrei literally lifted me off the floor, pressed me forcefully against his chest, kissing me passionately. Now that's a man, I thought, losing my head and feeling through my clothes how his member tensed.
Our embrace was interrupted by the whistle of the kettle, shattering the silence in the room. I involuntarily recoiled, and his grip loosened.
"Forgot about the tea," Andrei whispered, coming to his senses.
Indeed, what was I doing, completely lost my head. And we weren't even that well acquainted. Although... Andrei quickly set the table and poured the tea. After the frost, it was pleasant to feel the warmth spreading through my body, though I was already warmed up without it.
From below came the anxious signal of the arriving truck.
"Shall we go?" Andrei asked.
His voice held clear regret. I just nodded. We returned to work in silence, but deep down I felt a pleasant warmth, a spark from which—I wanted to think so—a flame could ignite. Jumping off the truck's step, I found myself again in the captain's strong embrace for a brief moment. A silent question froze in his eyes.
I smiled, nodded, already sensing that this brief embrace wouldn't be the end of our acquaintance. Probably, he felt it too. However, afterwards life returned to its usual rut. I still, but much less frequently, made love with my boss, and with each time, I felt increasing aversion towards him. I needed to decide something, but somehow kept putting it off, deep down afraid he might fire me. I only saw Andrei a few times, and even then, just in passing. Besides a few meaningless phrases, we didn't communicate more. But then, finally...
"Where are you staring, friend?" he whispered to me, grabbing my thigh with his hand. "Today we'll have a blast. The wife isn't waiting at home."
"I'm not staring anywhere," I pouted my lips. "And we won't be having a blast today—I have my period."
He immediately frowned, buried his nose in his plate, not forgetting to pinch my leg painfully. Of course, I lied to him because I didn't share his plans at all. Music started playing and people headed to dance. I threw another glance towards Andrei and caught his in return. I even thought he winked.
"Maybe you'll congratulate the boss with a blowjob then?" Ivan's voice sounded right next to my ear.
What a bastard! I pretended not to hear and, getting up, went out into the corridor. Here, in the corner, our girls and a couple of officers were smoking. As I was leaving, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Andrei also got up from the table. He caught up with me on the stairs.
"Leaving already?" Surprise was heard in his voice.
"Where could I go? The bus will be later. It's too far to walk."
"Good," he was pleased. "I thought..."
"And what did you think?" I interrupted him. "Maybe you'll ask me to dance? Or somewhere else?"
"I don't like it here. Too many people. I wanted to talk with you..."
"So talk."
"Valyusha! Are you here?" the accountant tumbled out of the door. "I've been looking for you everywhere. There's an urgent report to submit."
"What report?" I was taken aback. "It's a holiday."
"Come on, come on," Ivan took me by the elbow. "I'll explain everything to you."
Andrei looked at this insolent man in bewilderment, clearly not knowing what to do. He remained standing, watching as the accountant dragged me into the office. What could I do? Ivan immediately locked the door and started unzipping his fly—must have gotten hot, I guess.
"Come here, sweetheart, kiss the little one."
Right on target. I was tuned to a completely different wavelength, but I had to give in. Throwing a stack of "Accounting" magazines on the floor, I got on my knees, squeezed the boss's member in my hand. It was limp and needed work, but I didn't want to take it in my mouth. I started massaging his property with my hand, cursing inwardly the day I met him.
"Come on, come on!" he encouraged me, grabbing the back of my head with his hand.
And at that moment, there was a sharp knock on the door. Ivan shuddered, released my head.
"Ivan Vasilyevich, the commander wants to see you," came a very familiar voice from behind the door. "Urgently!"
"Damn it!" Ivan swore. "Just getting started..."
Not waiting for him to finish, I got up from my knees and rushed to the door. The key was in the lock. Opening the door, I dashed for the stairs and almost fell, landing in Andrei's arms.
"Quiet, you—" he whispered, "don't run like that. We have literally five minutes to get away."
The upset Ivan trudged past. Andrei shielded me from him with his, not at all small, body.
"Was that you who called him?" I asked, though I had already guessed it was him.
"Me, me! Get dressed, come out, and go to my foreman's shack," he added. "It's on the way, not far from the checkpoint, you probably know it."
I just nodded, not fully understanding what was happening.
"I'll wait for you there," Andrei added.
"Let's turn off the light," Andrei suggested, lifting me from my knees and seating me on the soft black fur of a sheepskin coat spread on the cot, "otherwise, anything can be expected from that cheeky captain."
I just nodded, smoothing the tangled wool curls with my hand. The light went out, only a candle flame flickered in the corner. It was all so unexpected that I didn't know how to behave. Meanwhile, Andrei uncorked the champagne, poured it into two large glasses, and handed one to me. We silently clinked glasses and drank. Andrei took my empty glass and, turning me towards him, looking into my eyes, said:
"Happy New Year to you, Valyusha. Happiness, joy, and love."
Then he slowly pulled me to him and kissed me. His kiss was sweeter than champagne and so tender and affectionate that my heart ached. Without taking his eyes off mine, he began to undress me. His movements were just as gentle and unhurried. Nothing stirred in my soul to resist this. On the contrary. The longer he took off my winter clothes, the more impatient I became. In the end, I was left in just a bra, panties, and stockings. As if I knew, despite such frost, I wore my favorite lace ones. Now he undressed. He must have been an excellent student in combat training because he took everything off in a matter of seconds.
"You're not against it, are you?" he asked, somewhat out of place.
If I were against it, would I have come here? Silly. Very much FOR.
He poured champagne again and sat down next to me. Feeling the touch of his thigh against mine, I already knew I was lost. I wanted him anyway, for a long time, and now... Putting the glasses aside, I reached for him myself, pressed against his broad chest, pulling him onto the black fur of the spread sheepskin coat. With an elusive movement, without stopping kissing, he took off my bra, pressed his lips to my hardening nipple. Leaning back, I surrendered to his caresses, feeling increasing arousal. Anyone would envy his skill. With short, passionate kisses, he covered my skin, which literally melted from the touch of his lips. They lingered longer only on my chest, gradually moving to my stomach, thighs. His hand rested on my still-hidden crotch, slipped under the elastic of my panties, already wet from my juices.
His fingers touched my vulva, parted the moistened lips of my vagina, probing inside. As if in a dream, I saw his tense member, bulging in his briefs, and couldn't wait for it to be inside me. But Andrei was in no hurry. Pulling aside the strip of my panties, he pressed his lips to my erect clitoris, thrust his tongue between the lips of my vagina, so deep that I almost lost consciousness. His sacred actions continued. Feeling his head between my legs, I slightly squeezed it with my thighs and even began to gently rock towards him, meeting his ever-present tongue. And suddenly, I was overwhelmed by such an amazingly powerful orgasm that I froze. A hot wave washed over me, the muscles of my vagina began to contract, as if in agony.
Then Andrei moved away, pulled off my wet panties, and finally freed his member. It was something. I didn't even have time to recover