深夜勤務のラブバイト

The hotel bar hummed with low jazz when I first saw her. Elena, the bartender, wiped down the counter with slow, deliberate strokes, her dark eyes locking onto mine the second I slid onto the stool. Heat crackled between us instantly, that sharp pull of want that made my pulse jump. I was stuck in this city for a week-long sales conference, exhausted from pitch after pitch, but one glance at the curve of her neck and the way her black vest hugged her tits had me forgetting every boring meeting.

"Long day?" she asked, voice low and smoky, pouring me a neat whiskey without being asked.

"Yeah. Closed the deal but my head's still spinning." I took a sip, watching her lips part as she smiled. "You always look this good behind the bar, Elena?"

She leaned in, elbows on the wood, close enough that I caught the faint citrus of her skin. "Only when someone interesting walks in, Mark. You here alone?"

"Unfortunately." My fingers brushed hers when she slid me a napkin. Electricity shot straight to my cock.

The bar emptied fast after midnight. Elena flipped the sign to closed but didn't kick me out. Instead she came around the counter, hips swaying in that tight pencil skirt. "My shift's over. But I don't want you leaving yet."

I stood, heart hammering. She was on me before I could speak, mouth crashing into mine. Her kiss was hungry, tongue sliding hot and wet against my own. I gripped her waist, pulling her close until her tits pressed firm against my chest. We stumbled toward the back booth, hands everywhere.

"God, I've been thinking about this since you sat down," she whispered against my lips, nipping the bottom one. "Your mouth... fuck, kiss me harder."

I did, devouring her while my palms roamed up her thighs, shoving the skirt higher. She was already soaked; I felt the damp heat through her panties when I cupped her pussy. Elena moaned into my mouth, grinding against my fingers.

"Touch me," she breathed, voice trembling at first, then growing bolder. "Right there... yes, like that. Circle my clit."

I rubbed her through the thin fabric, slow and teasing, listening to every hitch in her breath. She bit my neck suddenly, teeth grazing then sinking in just enough to sting. A sharp jolt of pleasure-pain flared, and my cock throbbed harder in my slacks.

"Mark... your skin tastes so good," she murmured, licking the fresh mark she'd left. Her fingers worked my belt open, freeing my thick cock. She stroked me root to tip, thumb swirling over the leaking head. "So hard for me already."

We sank onto the leather booth. I peeled her vest and blouse off, exposing full, flushed tits with dark nipples begging for attention. I kissed them reverently at first, then sucked one deep into my mouth while my hand returned to her pussy, slipping two fingers inside her tight, wet heat.

Elena arched, gasping. "Deeper... oh shit, curl them just like... yes." Her voice cracked into a needy whine. She was getting braver, guiding my head, whispering filthy encouragement between kisses. "Bite me back, Mark. I want your marks on me."

I obliged, dragging my teeth along the swell of her breast before biting down. She cried out, pussy clenching around my fingers. We shed the rest of our clothes in a frantic tangle. Her skirt hiked to her waist, panties shoved aside, I positioned my cock at her entrance.

「私を見て、」彼女は欲望で目を半開きにしてささやいた。片手が私の顎を包み、親指が私の唇をなぞった。「あなたが私を満たすときの顔を見ていたいの。」

I thrust in slow, savoring the slick drag of her walls stretching around my dick. "So fucking tight, Elena... you feel incredible." We moved together, her legs wrapped around me, the booth creaking under us. I kept kissing her constantly, our mouths barely parting, swallowing each other's moans.

彼女は一突きごとに声が大きくなり、大胆になった。「もっと強く…私のまんこを突いて。喉にもっと噛み跡を残して。」私は応じ、彼女の顎の下の柔らかい肌を吸い噛みしながら、より深く突き上げた。私たちの体の濡れた衝突音が空っぽのバーに響き、彼女の愛液が私の睾丸を覆った。

Her orgasm hit first, sudden and fierce. Elena's nails dug into my back, voice breaking into a long, shuddering moan against my lips. "I'm coming... fuck, don't stop kissing me!" Her pussy spasmed, milking my cock in rhythmic pulses.

I followed seconds later, burying myself to the hilt and spilling hot cum deep inside her. We stayed locked like that, trembling, trading soft, lazy kisses while our heartbeats slowed.

Afterward we stayed curled in the booth, half-dressed, her head on my shoulder. My fingers traced the darkening love bites on her neck and breasts. She smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the matching mark she'd left on me.

"These are going to be hard to hide at your conference tomorrow," she whispered, voice husky and tender.

"Worth every awkward meeting," I murmured back, stroking her hair. "Stay with me tonight? My room's just upstairs."

Elena nuzzled closer, lips brushing my ear. "Only if you promise to make a few more of these... right here." Her fingertip tapped my collarbone. The quiet promise in her tone made my spent cock twitch again. For the first time all week, this business trip felt like the best decision I'd ever made.