Lake House Bathroom Break

週末のパーティーのために湖畔の家に足を踏み入れた瞬間、私の目はサラに釘付けになった。彼女は私の隣人で、既婚者、三十八歳、日焼けした肌、薄い夏のドレスを張り裂けそうな豊満な胸、そしていたずらっぽい微笑みがいつも私のペニスをピクつかせた。私たちの間には、裏庭のフェンス越しに何年も交わしてきた盗み見の緊張が漂っていた。彼女の夫はすでに桟橋で男たちとビールを二本空けており、私たちは松と湖水の匂いがする涼しい木張りのリビングルームに二人きりになった。

"Hey, Mark," she said softly, biting her lower lip as she brushed past me. "Been thinking about you since we got here. This place has too many doors... and not enough privacy."

Her words hit me like a spark. I followed her down the short hallway before I could think twice. The bathroom door clicked shut behind us. It was tiny, just a toilet, a sink, and a frosted window overlooking the water. Sarah turned, her back against the door, eyes dark with need.

"I've wanted this for so long," she whispered, reaching down to hike up her dress. No panties. Her shaved pussy glistened already, pink and slick. "Touch me, Mark. Right here."

My hands were on her in seconds. I cupped her wet pussy, sliding two fingers between her folds while she gasped. She was soaked, her clit swollen under my thumb. Sarah moaned low, grinding against my palm.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," I murmured, kissing her neck, tasting the faint sweat from the warm day. Her tits heaved as she breathed faster.

She fumbled with my shorts, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out hard, veins pulsing, the head already leaking. "God, it's bigger than I imagined," she breathed, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking firmly. "I need it inside me. Now."

I spun her around, bending her over the sink. The mirror showed her flushed face, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her entrance, coating myself in her juices. Then I thrust in deep, burying every inch in one smooth stroke. Her tight pussy clenched around me like a hot, velvet fist.

"Oh shit... yes," Sarah gasped, pushing back to take me deeper. The wet slap of skin echoed off the tiled walls. I gripped her hips, pounding into her with steady, hard thrusts. Each one made her tits bounce and her breath hitch.

The toilet sat right beside us, lid down, a silent witness. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I fucked her. Her moans grew louder, needy. "Harder, Mark... make me cum on your cock."

私は彼女にそれを与え、より速く打ち付けた。浴室は淫らな音で満たされた——彼女の濡れたアソコが私のペニスをきゅうきゅうと締め付ける音、私たちの荒い息遣い、彼女が掴んだ洗面台の微かな軋み。彼女が先にイった。彼女の内壁が激しく脈打ち、私を搾り取るようにして、大量の愛液が私の睾丸を濡らした。「イっちゃう…ああ、やめないで！」

Her legs shook. I pulled out, turned her to face me, and lifted one of her legs onto the toilet seat for a better angle. This time I slid back in slower, savoring how her pussy fluttered from her orgasm. We kissed messily, tongues sliding, her hands in my hair. I fucked her like that, deep and grinding, hitting that spot inside that made her whimper.

"Fill me up," she begged between kisses, her voice husky. "I want your cum dripping out of me when I go back to him."

その卑猥な囁きで私は限界を超えた。最後にもう一度深く突き入れ、私のちんこが脈打ち、彼女の人妻のまんこに濃い精液を勢いよく注ぎ込みながらうめいた。彼女は二度目の、より小さな絶頂で震え、爪を私の肩に食い込ませた。

We stayed locked together, panting, my cum already starting to leak down her thigh. Sarah smiled lazily, kissing me once more. "Best bathroom break I've ever had," she whispered, adjusting her dress. "Don't be a stranger at the fence this week."

彼女が先にこっそり出て行くのを見送り、心臓はまだ高鳴っていた。小さな部屋にはかすかなセックスの残り香が漂っていて、1分後に後を追う頃には、すでに湖での2回戦を渇望していた。