After-Hours Touch

The sharp scent of whiskey and warm skin hit me the second I stepped into the dimly lit conference room. Elena Voss, my strict boss, stood near the window in a tight black dress that hugged her hips like a second skin. Her eyes locked on mine across the noisy office party, dark with something that wasn’t just the wine. Tension crackled between us instantly, thick enough to taste.

“Mark, you’re late,” she said, voice low and clipped as she closed the distance. The party hummed around us—colleagues laughing, music thumping—but her gaze stripped me bare.

“Sorry, Ms. Voss. Traffic.” I swallowed, pulse hammering.

She tilted her head, lips curving. “Call me Elena tonight. And come with me. I need to… discuss your performance.”

Before I could answer she turned, leading me down the quiet hallway to her corner office. The door clicked shut behind us, cutting off the party noise. Elena kicked off her heels, the sound sharp in the sudden hush.

“You’ve been watching me all week, Mark. Don’t deny it.” Her fingers brushed my tie, loosening it with one tug. “I’ve seen how hard you get when I lean over your desk.”

顔がカーッと熱くなったが、スラックスの下でペニスがびくんと硬く反応した。「エレナ…俺は―」

“Shh.” She pressed a finger to my lips, then spun me around and pushed me face-down onto the wide leather couch by the window. “Tonight the rules change. You’re going to feel exactly what you’ve been craving.”

Her hands were firm, sliding my jacket off, then yanking my shirt up. Cool air kissed my back, followed by the warm press of her palms. She straddled my hips, dress riding high, and poured something slick from a small bottle she must have grabbed from her desk—massage oil that smelled like sandalwood and sin.

The first stroke of her hands down my spine made me groan. Firm thumbs dug into knotted muscle, spreading heat that raced straight to my groin. She rocked against my ass as she worked, her breath hot on my neck.

“God, your skin is burning up already,” she whispered, voice husky. “Feel how wet I’m getting just touching you like this?”

I tried to turn but she pinned me harder, grinding her pussy against the seam of my pants. The oil made every glide slick and filthy. Her fingers slipped lower, under my waistband, peeling my slacks and boxers down in one rough tug. My cock sprang free, trapped between my belly and the leather, already leaking.

「エレナ、くそっ…それ、気持ち…」

“Too good?” She laughed softly, pouring more oil directly onto my ass. It trickled down my crack, warm and obscene. Her palms followed, spreading my cheeks, thumbs circling my tight hole with slow, deliberate pressure. The sensation shot electricity up my spine. I bucked, cock sliding against the couch, desperate for friction.

She leaned down, breasts pressing into my back through her dress. “You like my hands on you, don’t you? Tell me.”

“Yes… fuck yes. Don’t stop.” My voice cracked.

Her fingers grew bolder, one slipping just inside my ass while the other reached around to stroke my throbbing cock in long, oily pulls. The dual sensation—her thumb stretching me open, her fist gliding over my slick shaft—had me panting into the cushion. Skin slapped wetly. The couch creaked under us. Heat built so fast my thighs trembled.

She shifted, rising just enough to yank her dress up and her panties aside. Then she was back, sliding her soaked pussy along the length of my cock from behind, coating me in her juices mixed with the oil. No oral, no teasing licks—just raw, urgent movement. She positioned the head at her entrance and sank down in one smooth motion, taking every inch.

「あっ、やば…」彼女は喘ぎ、内壁が俺をきつく締め付けた。「あなた、すごく太い…私の中を完璧に押し広げてる…」

I groaned loud, hips snapping up to meet her. Elena rode me reverse, hands braced on my shoulders, using the leverage to grind deep. Each bounce made her ass ripple against my pelvis, the oil letting her slide faster, harder. The wet sounds of her pussy sucking my cock filled the office—filthy, rhythmic, addictive.

“Harder, Mark. Fuck me like you’ve wanted to since day one.” Her voice broke on a moan as I thrust up, meeting her halfway. Sweat slicked our skin where we touched. I reached back, gripping her firm ass, spreading her wider so I could watch my cock disappear into her glistening folds again and again.

Her pace turned frantic, clit grinding against my balls with every drop. I felt her start to flutter, pussy pulsing. “I’m… I’m coming—don’t you dare stop!”

彼女は鋭い叫び声とともに果て、内壁が俺をきつく搾り上げ、目の奥に星が散った。数秒後に俺も達し、ペニスを痙攣させながら彼女の奥深くに太い精液の筋を何度も注ぎ込んだ。熱と締め付けで絶頂が長引き、脚が震えるほどだった。

Elena collapsed onto my back, both of us breathing hard, bodies still joined and twitching. The party noise filtered faintly through the door.

She kissed the nape of my neck, voice husky with promise.

“That was just the warm-up, Mark. The night’s still young… and I’m nowhere near done massaging every inch of you.”