テーブルの下での焦らし

混雑したオフィスパーティーの向こう側で彼女を見つけた瞬間、私のチンポは脳よりも彼女をよく覚えているかのようにピクンと反応した。エレナ。10年前の昔の同級生で、今では洗練されたマーケティングディレクター。あらゆる曲線にぴったりと張り付くタイトな黒いドレスを着ていた。緊張感は即座に走った——彼女の鋭い目が私の目を捉え、シャンパンをすすりながら唇に浮かべたあの心得たような微笑み。ホテルのボールルームは笑い声とグラスのぶつかる音で賑わっていたが、私の頭の中はあの長い勉強会の間、彼女の足が私をどれほど狂わせたかでいっぱいだった。

She weaved through the suits and dresses, stopping right in front of me. "Well, fuck me sideways if it isn't Jake Thompson. Still staring like you want to eat me alive?"

"Guilty," I said, my voice low. "You look incredible, Elena. That dress... those heels."

Her laugh was soft, throaty. "These old things?" She lifted one foot slightly, the glossy black pump catching the light, red soles flashing. "I remember how you used to sneak glances at my feet in class. Thought I didn't notice?"

Heat rushed to my face, but my dick hardened in my slacks. We grabbed drinks and found a quiet corner table draped with a long white cloth. The party raged on around us—colleagues dancing, music thumping—but under that table, her stocking-clad foot brushed my calf.

"Still into it?" she whispered, leaning in so her perfume—something spicy and expensive—filled my nose. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"More than ever," I admitted, pulse racing.

Her foot slid higher, toes pressing against my inner thigh. I nearly spilled my whiskey. "Then let's not waste time," she murmured. "I've been wet thinking about this since I saw you."

The explicit heat kicked in fast. Under the table, her heel slipped off with a soft thud. Her warm, nylon-covered foot found my zipper, rubbing slowly along the bulge. My cock strained, leaking precum already. She curled her toes, gripping the outline, stroking up and down with expert pressure.

"God, it's bigger than I imagined," she breathed, biting her lip. "Feel how my feet remember you? So hard for me..."

I glanced around—no one was paying attention. Heart hammering, I unzipped quietly. Her bare foot—warm, slightly damp from the shoe—slid inside my pants. Soft soles pressed my throbbing cock against my thigh first, then wrapped around the shaft. The silky friction made me groan under my breath.

「くそっ、エレナ……お前の足、俺のチンポに最高に気持ちいいぜ」

She smirked, taking a casual sip of her drink while her toes worked me. One foot pinned the base, the other stroked the length, rubbing the sensitive head with her arch. Precum smeared over her skin, making it slicker. The wet sounds were faint under the table, drowned by the party noise.

"Remember when I'd kick off my sneakers in study hall and you'd get all flustered?" she teased, voice husky. "I'd flex my toes just to watch you squirm. Now I want you to cum all over them."

I reached under, my hand trembling as I guided her feet together, forming a tight tunnel around my cock. She pumped faster, soles sliding with filthy, wet friction. My balls tightened. The scent of her lotion mixed with my musk—sweet vanilla and raw sex.

"Shit, I'm close," I whispered, gripping the table edge.

"Not yet," she said, pulling back. Her eyes flicked to the nearby service hallway. "Follow me. I need that cock between my feet properly."

We slipped away, hearts pounding, into a dimly lit storage room off the ballroom. Door clicked shut. She kicked off both heels, peeled down her sheer stockings with a wicked grin. Her bare feet were perfect—high arches, painted red toes, soft and warm from the night.

"On the chair," she ordered playfully, pushing me down. She sat opposite on a low stool, lifting her legs. Those gorgeous feet wrapped my exposed cock again, skin on skin now. No barriers. Her soles were silky, slightly sweaty, gliding perfectly as she stroked me root to tip.

"Oh yeah... look at that big dick leaking for my feet," she moaned softly. One toe teased my slit, spreading precum in circles while the other rubbed my balls. The heat built fast—her feet pumping in long, deliberate strokes, toes curling to grip the head on each upstroke.

I thrust up, fucking her feet like a desperate man. "Your feet are so fucking hot, Elena. Gonna cum all over those pretty toes."

"Do it," she whispered, speeding up. "Cover them. I want to feel it drip between my toes."

The climax hit hard. My cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum across her arches and toes. It splattered warm and sticky, stringing between her feet as she kept milking every drop. She gasped, rubbing my sensitive head with her cum-slick soles, drawing out my shudders.

"Look at that mess," she purred, lifting one foot to her mouth and licking a streak of my cum off her big toe. Her eyes never left mine. "Mmm. Salty. Just like I hoped."

Breathing hard, I pulled her up for a deep kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. But she wasn't done. She pushed me to the floor, straddling my face backward. Her wet pussy hovered above my mouth while her cum-covered feet rested on my chest.

"Lick me while I play with you again," she demanded softly.

My tongue dove into her slick folds—sweet and dripping. She ground down, moaning as I sucked her clit. At the same time, her feet found my half-hard cock, smearing the leftover cum around, stroking it back to full hardness with slow, filthy glides.

"Yes... right there on my clit," she panted. "Your mouth feels so good. Keep licking my pussy."

I devoured her, tongue flicking fast, sucking her swollen lips while her feet jerked me off again. The room filled with wet slurps and her soft cries. She came first—shuddering, thighs clamping my head, juices flooding my tongue as her feet squeezed my dick tight.

"Fuck, I'm cumming... don't stop!"

彼女の絶頂が私のを誘発した。再び射精した。さっきより弱々しかったが、それでも強烈で、彼女の足首とふくらはぎを白く染めた。私たちは汗まみれで絡み合い、息を切らしながら笑い転げた。

"Old classmates, huh?" she said, tracing a toe along my softening cock. "We should've done this years ago."

"Plenty of parties left," I replied, kissing her ankle.

She smiled, pulling me close. The distant thump of music reminded us the night wasn't over—but for now, her feet were all I needed.