愛子とのヨットの夜

The first time I saw Aiko bend over to serve drinks on the yacht, her tight black skirt hugged that perfect Japanese ass so closely I almost dropped my glass. Tension crackled between us instantly, her dark eyes flicking up to meet mine with a knowing little smile that said she felt it too. The party had thinned out under the stars, leaving just the gentle slap of waves against the hull and the two of us on the upper deck.

She was the private waitress hired for the weekend charter, petite with smooth porcelain skin, straight black hair falling like silk to her shoulders, and a tiny white blouse that strained over her perky tits. I was the regular client, the guy who booked this yacht every few months to escape the city.

"You keep staring, Mr. Ryan," Aiko whispered, setting a fresh whiskey beside me. Her accent was soft, lilting. "Is the view that good tonight?"

I swallowed hard, pulse hammering. "The view's fucking incredible, Aiko. Especially when you move like that."

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing pink. The air between us thickened. Without another word she stepped closer, her small hand brushing my thigh. "The guests are gone. Captain is below. We have time... if you want."

Desire won. I pulled her onto my lap right there on the cushioned bench, her skirt riding up as she straddled me. Our mouths crashed together, hot and urgent. She tasted like green tea and mint. My hands slid under her blouse, cupping her firm little tits, thumbs circling her hard nipples until she moaned into my mouth.

"Touch me more," she breathed, grinding her hips slowly. "I have been wet for you since the first night."

I groaned, hiking her skirt higher. No panties. Her smooth, shaved Japanese pussy was already glistening. I slipped two fingers along her slit, finding her clit swollen and slick. Aiko gasped, head falling back, black hair spilling down her back.

"Yes... right there. Your fingers feel so thick."

She reached down and unzipped me, freeing my hard cock. Her small hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking with practiced twists that made my hips buck. Precum beaded at the tip and she smeared it down my length, eyes locked on mine.

"I want it inside me," she said, voice husky. "Fuck me on this yacht, Ryan. Make me yours tonight."

I lifted her slightly and she sank down, her tight pussy stretching around my cock inch by inch. The wet heat was incredible, velvet walls gripping me like a fist. Aiko whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders as she took every bit until her ass rested on my thighs.

"Oh god... so big. It fills me completely."

We started slow, rocking together to the rhythm of the waves. Her juices coated my balls, the obscene wet sounds mixing with her soft Japanese murmurs. I gripped her firm ass, spanking it lightly. She yelped, then smiled wickedly.

"Harder. I like it rough sometimes."

私はさらに強く腰を突き上げ、彼女を膝の上で弾ませた。半開きのブラウスの下で彼女の胸が揺れた。私は片方の乳首を口に含み、彼女がより速く腰を振る間、優しく噛んだ。彼女の息遣いは鋭い小さな叫び声に変わった。

"Ryan... I'm going to cum. Don't stop fucking my pussy!"

Her walls fluttered, then clamped down as she came, a hot gush soaking my cock. I held her through it, kissing her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat.

彼女が息を整える間もなく、俺は彼女を貫いたまま立ち上がり、手すりまで彼女を運んだ。彼女は両脚を俺の腰に巻きつけ、立ったまま彼女を突き上げると、火照った肌に冷たい潮風が吹きつけた。深く突くたびに、彼女の喘ぎ声は大きくなっていった。

"Look at the stars while I fuck you," I growled against her ear.

Aiko's eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry. I felt her second orgasm building fast. I reached between us and rubbed her clit in tight circles.

"Cum again. Let me feel that tight Japanese pussy squeeze me."

She shattered, crying out in Japanese, body shaking violently. Her spasms pushed me over the edge. I pulled out at the last second, stroking furiously. Thick ropes of cum painted her flat belly and the underside of her tits, dripping down her smooth skin in the moonlight.

We collapsed back onto the cushions, panting, tangled together. Aiko traced a finger through my cum on her stomach, then licked it off with a playful grin.

"Mmm. Salty. Next time I want you to finish inside me. I want to feel it leak out while I serve breakfast tomorrow."

I laughed breathlessly, pulling her close. The yacht rocked gently beneath us, the night far from over.