A request for air conditioning repair flashes in my system before I have time to drink my morning coffee. Petra Hájková... The sexiest girl in the whole company. A pleasant chill runs through my whole body.

I follow her to the first floor, my jacket ready in my bag, I just brush my pants so I don't look like a bum. Although I have keys to every door in the building, the ball from outside instead of the doorknob reminds me of the importance of privacy, so I just knock.

"Hello, I'm dying of heat here! That bitch stopped driving," he blurts out, barely opening the door. She has a beautiful, high voice. She says something else, but it's just humming in my head, and not just there, at the sight of her perfect figure in a see-through blouse, a tight miniskirt, and high stiletto pumps. I close it behind me and watch it fly past the free-standing air conditioning unit.

"They say she has some sort of fuse that won't turn on if the pipe isn't firmly in her," he thinks aloud and leans over the connection.

Now I have a perfect view of her cleavage, where the line between her large bust, packed in a black lace bra, looms. I swallow hard and mask the tension in my pants by grabbing my tool bag in front of the tool.

"I was looking inside," she continues, her back to me and leaning in front of the grill. Her legs are beautifully taut and defined in those needles, a chain on her narrow ankle, an inconspicuous tattoo on the other. Firm thighs beckon my gaze to go higher.

He leans forward more. The perfect curves of the buttocks peek out from under the miniskirt and a red string between them as an attraction. Does she have a red thong? They don't go well with her boring, clerical outfit, but they're definitely tomatoes. The string widens at the bottom to allow the piece of fabric to hold a nice round bun.
It's worth it to me. This is a bummer, I realize.

"I…I'll check her out for you," I stutter, realizing my knees are shaking.

"I'd love to," she says sweetly. He sits down on the table very close to the air conditioning unit. I brush my thighs against her knees as I try to get behind her. A drop of sweat breaks out on my forehead from such a fleeting touch.

"It's horribly hot with the sun here since morning," she mentions, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse.
Fix the air conditioner, that's why I'm here! Damn!

I kneel to the unit. "Maybe there's a bad expansion valve there."

"I don't know what else to take off, how hot it is here," he laments, and a piece of red underwear lands in front of me. "I have them all wet."

I slowly look up.

"Not from the heat, but from the idea of ​​you coming here," he clarifies, spreading his legs. Her hair is a few inches from my head as she sits so nicely on the table. The developing flower mesmerizes me so much that I can't look away. As if a rose had blossomed, the lips parted to the sides and a feminine jewel glistened in the middle. My nose is filled with a wonderful sweet and sour aroma that makes me salivate.

I wait for him to push me away, to call me a pig, and to be endlessly embarrassed by the misunderstanding, but all these fears are displaced by the wonderful lure that I unwittingly approach with an infinite desire to taste.

I look at the woman above me. She's breathing fast, her blouse is completely unbuttoned and her pupils are dilated until her irises have disappeared. Her lips turned red, so did her cheeks, but also her lips. With a slight nod, he lets me know that he really wants it.

I don't feel like it anymore, I'm really hungry! I kiss her bump. There is a sharp exhalation and a low groan. I circle it with the tip of my tongue, making it grow even bigger and pulsate. The thighs I'm holding onto Petra are shaking with anticipation. The clitoris screams for me to push.

I lick it with the flat of my tongue. Its owner groans again, lays her back on the table, and bends like a bow at the waist where I move my hands. She has a wonderfully flat stomach and a navel piercing. She reacts to my touches with the flat of her tongue, I enjoy the sweet and sour nectar that the flower gives me.

I press the bump between my lips. I'm rewarded with another switch and moan from her. I develop negative pressure and a lump of soot in my mouth. She no longer tames herself and does not silence pleasant sounds.

I leave my right hand on my belly and touch my soft lips with my left. Their softness and moisture shakes me. Just as her clit is now throbbing between my lips, so is my tool.
I stick my index and middle fingers into tight spaces.

Her "Aaaah!" means she likes it. I must state that if it is warm in this room due to the malfunctioning of the air conditioning, then it is a hot hell inside. I keep sucking on my clit as I stroke the upper wall of the wet cave with my fingers. Petra squirms and moans in pleasure, which is nothing against the scream of pleasure when I add another finger.

While licking with the flat of my tongue, I also slide my little finger inside and shake my hand. More switches and sighs. Her endless excitement rubs off on me. I suck on the bump and she holds her breath. At the same time I vibrate my fingers and she lets out a loud exclamation. Her whole body twitches in a strong orgasm, and the walls of my vagina are crushed at regular intervals by her fingers, which drip the most fragrant nectar.

I can't take it anymore and I climax too. I stifle my own moan, but Petra recognizes my wave of pleasure by the hot breath I give to the already heated flower.

I kiss the bump one last time and slowly pull my fingers out. I was surprised by how wet it got in the hood area. Without touching him!

I climb onto the table and lie on my side next to Petra. Sweat sticks to her face from her wet hair. I gently gather them with my finger.

"Will you go to coffee with me?" he gets out of me. I'm out of breath, but she is more so.
"Only if you fix my air conditioner." He winks affectionately.
"It's just unplugged, you monster," I smirk.