Another thirty minutes went. This time we used to go out to smoke, but the others seemed to be working without any sign of will to stop. That was quite unusual. I straightened up a bit. The girls were just standing and standing, with bored and impatient faces (Really can`t I check a facebook-post whole day, just watching how they check my boobs?). I had to take a closer look again. My mind was working hard for a solution. Then I remembered that I had something to copy in the printer room in building 15th. I needed to walk close to the crosses at the end of the queue. I found the papers in my drawer, put it to a folder and sneaked out.
When I left the building I saw several faces turning toward me. I just nodded as if they weren`t hanging on a cross and I squeezed the folder demonstratively. They looked away (pretend if everything was OK, as if I`m just on the fresh air for a while. Don`t make him come here. I want to talk about it so much, but I don`t think I could. He`s just a colleague. My sister would be the best I guess, if she was here). I moved toward the printer saloon. I ned to be fast enough to pretend that I had purpose, but slow enough to catch some body part which I can`t tomorrow: a breast, a nipple, a pubic area. Firstly that. I had to remember, what is behind that jeans and pants.
I saw Aline dipping toward me, then back, as if she tried to step to me when I walked away besides her cross. I looked up at her eye, while I didn`t forget to swallow up all her beautiful body. It was a bit vulgar compared to selected professional pornstars, but that made it more adorable to me. I changed my direction and stopped in front of her. She moved her legs a bit toward each other, one by one (There was something position I found an hour ago or so in which my thigh hide my crack, except the uppermost part), then left her bum behind, pressed to the cross (Whatever. He may listen to me). Her tits were at eye-level. I looked at her eyes, while all the receptors on my retina were monitoring in different directions. I felt weak odour of sweat and soap.
-Milton, can you fold my clothes and put somewhere below my feet? -She asked me calmly on slightly trembling voice. I wondered how difficult was to speak for her. I looked down, using the opportunity again to focus on interesting parts of her body. Her ass pressed more to the crossbeam, while her tits came forward. But yes, her clothes were thrown apart, not resting in a neat heap as of the others.
-The guard accidentally kicked it apart when came over. It`s very annoying to see it in the dirt. I would jump down from the cross in every minute to gather it. -She explained as if she was serving her punishment up there by obedient will.
-A guard? -I asked back to manage to stay here as much as possible. I was happy that her arms were tied out apart, not upward direction. Her breasts were not under tension, they were a bit lower than in bra.
-He comes sometimes to check the knots. (How many times that man still going to touch me?).
-Yes. -Anette added from the next cross. She did not see us, but here tits were so constricted that I saw the peak of her nipples. Her arms were jerking a bit as she told the word "yes". I looked back to the soft titted Aline.
-Of course, I told, and shrugged down to fold her clothes. I almost heard her feet sighing up as she let them rest, and I knew that above my head there is a door of sensuality opened up. I had time, I had to find something to ask and I would look up then and see the lips between the columns of legs fixed down.
First I concentrated on my task. I collected her small shoes to form a base I can put the clothes on. I found and put her socks inside. Her fingers were moving on the footrest in the background. I took her jeans and I had to stand up to fold it. It`s color was darker inside than outside. I was thinking when she had bought it. She pulled her upper body forward. Her fists opened.
-Put my panties inside, if you could. -She said, trying to show with her eyes how she meant, looking at the trousers that had been stretching on her hips just an hour ago. I bowed down to collect the piece and crumpled inside a leg from above. The opened forezipper scratched my lower arm. When I folded it I crouched back. When my head was on the level of her sex, I breathed in.
Her top was so small when it was not on her, I could put it also inside the trousers, but the bra was even bigger then her breasts. The cups were cushioned well. She sighed a big, almost moaned. I saw from the corner of my eyes how her belly muscles worked hard. She probably forgot conscious breathing when I came to her, or tried to keep an uncomfortable position and oxygen gradually ran out with every exhale which were slightly bigger than inhale, since she had to work against the weight of her ass.
I collected every pieces and put it to where I thought she wanted.
-May you put it in front of me? I want to see them. -She asked on weak voice. I pushed the heap to the other side of the base of her cross, guessing if she could see it from there, but her belly was flat, especially in this strained position, and her tits were far apart from each other enough. I stood up, I was in front of her heaving body. She took again that uncomfortable wannabe pussy-hiding position and said thank. I bowed my head politely and checked again all her body.
-We sucked this year, do we? -She asked with the next exhale.
-Pretty much. I answered, worrying if she caught my last look on her. I said farewell to escape.
-Could you please push there my clothes too? -I heard from the next cross on tormented voice, as Anette tried to look back above her shoulder, straining all her body.
-Of course! -I answered calmly and pushed her heap also closer to her feet. She nodded and looked away to the tower on the riverbank, not far from there. I checked her body too, then left them alone on the cross and went to the copy saloon. When I returned, Aline and Anette still just stood there and looking forward with empty faces. I sent a sympathetic look, when Aline recognized my presence without any happiness, and went back to work.
