After-Hours Adjustment

薄暗いオフィスの空気には、ラベンダーオイルと温かい肌の微かな香りが漂っていて、彼女の姿を見る前から私の脈は速くなっていました。エレナはまるで自分のもののように空っぽの会議室を歩き回り、タイトな黒いヨガパンツがお尻の丸みにぴったりと張り付いていました。外の都会の灯りが柔らかく差し込み、彼女の露出した腹部を照らし出していました。私は彼女の夜のクラスに残った最後の生徒で、ヨガマットを片付けるふりをしながら、実際には彼女の胸が薄いスポーツブラに押し付けられて持ち上がる様子をじっと見つめていたのです。

“Mark, you’re still here,” she said, voice low and teasing as she locked the door with a soft click. “Most people rush out. You always linger.”

I swallowed, heat crawling up my neck. “Guess I need more help with my form.”

Elena’s lips curved. She stepped closer, bare feet silent on the carpet. “Then let’s fix that. Hands on the floor, downward dog. I’ll adjust you.”

The explicit tension snapped fast. As I planted my palms and pushed my hips high, she moved behind me. Her fingers didn’t hover politely this time. They slid straight under the waistband of my shorts, cupping my ass cheeks boldly, thumbs pressing into the cleft.

“Fuck, Elena…” I breathed, arms trembling.

“Shhh. Feel where the stretch should be.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper right by my ear. “Your glutes are tight. Let me open you up.”

She squeezed harder, groping my ass with both hands now, spreading me while her thumbs circled my hole through the fabric. My cock thickened instantly, trapped against my thigh. I rocked back into her palms, shameless.

「こうやって触られるの好き？」と彼女は首筋に熱い息をかけながらつぶやきました。片手が前に回り、指がショーツ越しに私の大きくなっていくペニスを包みました。「もうこんなに硬いのね。いけない生徒さん。」

“Yes… don’t stop groping me,” I groaned.

Elena laughed softly, the sound vibrating through her chest pressed to my back. She yanked my shorts down just enough to free my cock, letting it swing heavy between my legs. Then she was on me again, one palm stroking my shaft in long, firm pulls while the other kept massaging my ass, fingers dipping teasingly close to my hole.

“Turn around. I want to see your face while I play with you.”

I flipped, sitting on the edge of the long conference table. Elena stood between my spread knees, eyes locked on mine as she kept one hand pumping my cock, thumb swirling over the leaking tip. Her other hand roamed my chest, pinching a nipple, then slid back down to grope my balls, rolling them gently.

“Tell me how it feels,” she whispered, lips brushing my jaw. “Use your words, Mark. I love hearing you get filthy.”

“Your hands feel so fucking good on my cock… squeezing my balls like that. Grope me harder, Elena. I’ve wanted your hands all over me for weeks.”

She moaned at that, pressing her tits against my chest while she stroked faster. Then she surprised me, climbing onto the table, straddling my lap facing away so her perfect ass hovered right over my throbbing dick. She reached back, guiding my hands.

“Your turn. Grope my ass while I ride you.”

I didn’t hesitate. My palms filled with her firm, round cheeks, spreading them as she sank down. Her wet pussy swallowed my cock in one smooth glide, tight and scorching. We both gasped.

“Oh shit… you’re so deep,” she whimpered, rolling her hips. “Keep groping. Pull my cheeks apart. I want you to feel everything.”

私は彼女の尻を乱暴に揉みしだき、親指を柔らかい肌に押し込みながら、彼女は上下に跳ね、彼女のまんこは私の竿の周りで濡れた淫らな音を立てていた。オフィスには肌と肌がぶつかる音と、私たちの荒い息遣いが響き渡った。私は片手を回して彼女のクリトリスをきつく円を描くように擦り、彼女を叫ばせ、より強く締め付けさせた。

“Faster, Mark… grope my tits now.”

I reached up, yanking her sports bra down so her heavy breasts spilled free. I pinched and squeezed them while she slammed down on my cock, her juices dripping down my balls. The angle let me feel every ridge inside her, her walls fluttering as she chased her peak.

「イっちゃう……触るのをやめないで」と彼女は喘ぎました。

Her body tensed, pussy spasming wildly around my dick as she came with a sharp, breathy moan. I kept groping her tits through it, then flipped her onto her back on the table. Spreading her legs wide, I drove back in, pounding hard while my hands never left her body—squeezing her thighs, pinching her nipples, stroking her clit until she came again, louder this time.

“Fill me up,” she begged between gasps. “I want to feel you throb inside.”

I buried myself deep and let go, groaning as cum pulsed into her clenching pussy. We stayed locked together, sweaty and trembling, my hands still lazily groping her soft skin.

Morning light filtered through the blinds when I woke on the makeshift bed of yoga mats. Elena was already up, brewing coffee in the small office kitchenette wearing nothing but my oversized t-shirt. She glanced over her shoulder, a shy little smile playing on her lips despite the filthy night we’d shared.

“Cream?” she asked, holding up a carton, cheeks flushing as our eyes met.

“Yeah,” I said, voice rough. “But I like it how you gave it to me last night.”

She bit her lip and looked away, but not before I caught the spark of fresh desire in her gaze. We both knew this evening class was far from over.