Detente in the form of betrayal

This story happened to me when I was working as an office driver for a transport company; I was only 22 at the time. The company I worked for handled cargo transportation across Russia. The main office was in Moscow, with all other branches in various cities. We had 3 office cars, regular work, trips with the accounting department, delivering documents, etc. When I started this job as the 3rd driver, I was immediately introduced to one of the drivers, his name was Dmitry. He brought me up to speed on how things worked. Then he introduced me to his girlfriend, who also worked there; her name was Yulia. She worked in the same company,

in the department for working with the company's regional offices. He spent all his free time in her office, and they allowed me to be there too so I could have a quiet lunch or drink tea. Yulia seemed like a friendly girl; she was a blonde, about 160 cm tall, slim, thin, and she was around 24 at the time. Her boyfriend was about a year older than me.

And then one hot summer day, a Friday as usual, everyone was melting from the heat at work. That day, Yulia came to work in a short skirt; she often wore them in summer, but today when she squatted down in the office to get something from under the table, I accidentally noticed that under her skirt she was wearing flesh-colored stockings on her legs. Work hours passed, evening approached. Yulia sat working, and I sat playing cards on one of the free computers. Then Dmitry came into the office; he was in a bad mood. After talking loudly with Yulia, he told me he was being sent to the other end of Moscow, so he wouldn't be back until after 6 PM. After Dmitry left, Yulia sat and continued working, and I continued playing cards. Time passed, people started slowly leaving the office; on our floor, only we and a couple of others remained. Yulia sat by the window; she was feeling hot from the warm air blowing in from the open window.

Then Yulia asked me to go to the hallway and get a cup of cold water from the cooler. Returning with the cup of cold water, I approached the office door and was about to enter, but then I saw Yulia standing facing the window, balancing on her tiptoes on the windowsill, trying to make the window sash tilt open. And because she was on her tiptoes leaning on the windowsill, her short skirt had ridden up so much that I could see the lace tops of her stockings. Hearing me approach the office behind her, she turned her head, looked at me, and said, "Won't you help me?! I can't manage it." In response, I entered the office, put the cup of water on the table, approached her from behind, expecting her to step aside so I could do it myself. But she continued standing on tiptoes by the window, trying to do it herself, and said to me, "Why are you just standing there, help me." Not knowing what to say, I silently approached her from behind and started trying to reach the window handle, but I couldn't manage because I wasn't standing close enough. Yulia said to me, "Come closer, you can't reach like that!" So I moved right up close to her, leaned toward the window, pressing my chest against her back and my lower part against her butt. I immediately felt heat radiating from both her and me.

To turn the window handle, I had to press even closer to her, feeling her body even more tightly. My dick got hard in an instant. I felt even hotter; my dick pressed against her buttocks, and since I was wearing trousers, I think she definitely felt it. Then, as I grabbed the handle and started turning it, Yulia, standing on her tiptoes, leaned back slightly from the window, pressing her buttocks even tighter against my dick. I felt her breathing become uneven, and a tremor appeared in her movements. After turning the window handle all the way and making the sash tilt open, I removed my hand from the handle. Yulia lowered herself from her tiptoes to the floor. We froze in place for about 10 seconds. Then Yulia turned to face me; her face looked excited, aroused. She started looking deeply and piercingly into my eyes. I looked into her eyes; I began to feel the growing attraction emanating from her gaze. I already wanted to press my lips to hers.

But then Yulia stepped aside and quickly headed to the door. Approaching it, she locked it with a key, and just as quickly returning to me, she came right up close and pressed her lips to mine. At first, it was just a passionate kiss on the lips, then we moved to kissing with tongue; we passionately caressed each other with our tongues. Standing by the window, she pulled me, without breaking the kiss, toward the desk. I pushed aside everything unnecessary from her desk, and she sat her butt on it, spreading her legs. We kissed; I started caressing her body, her back, neck, hair, and she in turn caressed my body. Next, she slipped her hands under my T-shirt and started caressing my chest, back, then grabbing the bottom of the T-shirt, she started pulling it up. After pulling it off me, I started doing the same with her T-shirt. After pulling it off her, my gaze met her bra, which was dark-colored with patterns, holding her small, neat breasts. Given her not-so-tall but slim build, her breasts were about a size and a half. Freeing her breasts from the bra, I pressed against her and started caressing them with my tongue, nibbling her nipples, to which Yulia began breathing deeply and biting her lips, moaning softly.

While I was caressing her breasts, she reached for my trousers and started unbuttoning them, but then stopped and whispered in my ear, "I hope you have condoms?" I silently nodded, and she continued unbuttoning my trousers. She pulled them down along with my underwear; after pulling them off, she grabbed my already quite firm dick with her hand and started stroking it. Next, she got off the desk, stepped aside, turned her back to me, slipped her hands under her skirt, and started bending over to pull down her panties. As she did, her skirt rode up higher, and as she bent over, my view opened to her charming butt and her sweetly shaved pussy. After taking off her panties, she walked to the desk, leaned on it, and spread her legs. I approached her from behind, lifted her skirt; she had quite an appetizing little butt, so tender and smooth to the touch. Next, I started moving my fingers over her pussy; she was so wet that my fingers entered her without much effort.

After caressing her pussy a little, I withdrew my fingers. Then Yulia climbed onto the chair on her knees so it would be easier for me to enter her, as she was shorter than me. I approached her from behind, positioned my dick at her hot pussy, and entered her. It was an indescribable feeling; she was so hot. Then I started thrusting, at first slowly and smoothly, then the pace increased, faster and faster, until it reached the point where slapping sounds were audible from the contact of her butt with my body. This continued for about ten minutes. Then I remembered that I hadn't put on a condom. Slowing the pace, I pulled out of her pussy, took a condom from my trousers. Yulia turned around, looked at me, and smiled. While I was putting it on, she got off the chair and sat on the desk, spreading her legs. I approached her; she lay back on the desk, spread her legs, and I entered her again. She wrapped her legs around me; I put my hands on her buttocks, leaned over her, and started thrusting into her intensely. We kissed; I caressed her breasts with my tongue; she moaned, breathed heavily. And when I was fucking her, I remembered what a bitch and a shrew she was, and that she was now cheating on her boyfriend. From these thoughts, I started fucking her even harder, and this continued for another ten minutes or so. Then she completely lost herself in moaning, and I felt her start to writhe beneath me, wrapping her legs around me even tighter and digging her

hands into me. She came convulsively; her pussy clenched around my dick, and I then felt that I wasn't far behind. Without stopping, I increased the pace and came inside her violently; I hadn't come that sweetly in a long time. Next, I leaned over her; we kissed; we were both all wet. I stood up, took off the condom, and threw it out the window. I got dressed, and she did too. We sat in different corners, and she, putting on a serious face, asked me not to tell anyone about what happened between us. She explained that the reason for all this was this job, this daily grind with Dima, their relationship had gone downhill, that they were constantly together anyway, that sometimes they didn't even want each other anymore, and so she needed a release. Smiling, she thanked me, then sat at her computer and continued working. About an hour later, Dima returned. The workday came to an end; we said goodbye and went our separate ways home. There were no further such relations between us; things worked out between her and Dima.