タイトなショートパンツの昔の恋人

スタジオに足を踏み入れた瞬間、温かい綿と汗の微かな匂いが私を襲い、深く即座に何かをかき立てた。彼女を見る前から、私のペニスはジーンズの縫い目に当たってピクピクした。そこに彼女がいた——ライラ、10年前の旧同級生——照明機材の上に少し身をかがめ、あの小さな黒いアスレチックショーツを履いていて、それが彼女のお尻に第二の皮膚のように張り付き、生地がきつく伸びて彼女のアソコの唇の輪郭がほとんど見えそうだった。

She straightened up, turned, and her green eyes widened. “No fucking way. Jake? Is that really you?”

“Damn, Lila. You still look like you could run a marathon and make every guy in the room forget how to breathe.” I grinned, but my voice came out rougher than I meant. The tension crackled between us instantly, old flirtation flaring back to life.

She laughed, that same husky sound I remembered from late-night study sessions. “Flattery already? I’m just here shooting promo pics for my new fitness line. These shorts are the star—super stretchy, breathable, and apparently they make old classmates pop a boner.”

I stepped closer, unable to stop my gaze from dropping to the way the shorts rode up her thighs, the soft gleam of sweat on her tanned skin. “Guilty. They look painted on. Mind if I… help with the lighting or something?”

Her cheeks flushed but her smile turned wicked. “Or something, huh?” She reached out and tugged the hem of my shirt. “You always did have trouble keeping your hands to yourself in class. Come here, Jake. Let’s see if you still remember how to make me shiver.”

The explicit heat exploded between us faster than I expected. I pulled her against me, my hands sliding straight under the waistband of those tight shorts, cupping her bare ass—turns out she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her skin was fever-hot and silky.

“Fuck, you’re not wearing panties,” I groaned, squeezing the firm cheeks.

“These shorts are too snug for that,” she whispered, nipping my earlobe. “Feel how wet I already am? Touch me properly.”

I didn’t need telling twice. My fingers dipped between her thighs from behind, finding her slick pussy lips already swollen and dripping. She gasped as I rubbed her clit in slow circles, the little nub hard under my fingertip. Her hips bucked against my hand, those ridiculous shorts bunching up around my wrist.

“God, Jake… your fingers feel better than I remembered.” Her breath hitched. “Don’t stop. Rub my clit just like that—yes.”

I spun her around, pressing her back against the white seamless backdrop. In seconds I had the shorts yanked down to her knees. Her shaved pussy glistened under the studio lights, pink and inviting. I dropped to my knees, but only long enough to taste her once—hot, sweet, addictive—before standing again. She laughed breathlessly at my impatience.

“Always so greedy,” she teased, kicking the shorts off one ankle. “Now fuck me against this wall. I want to feel that thick cock I used to fantasize about.”

I freed my aching dick, hard and leaking, and rubbed the head along her slit, coating myself in her juices. She shivered violently at the contact. With one smooth thrust I buried myself inside her tight, wet heat. The feeling was electric—her walls gripping me like a velvet fist.

「ああ、クソ、すごく奥まで来てる」と彼女は喘ぎ、脚を私の腰に巻き付けた。私が本気で突き始めると、彼女の爪が私の肩に食い込み、肌と肌がぶつかる音が空っぽのスタジオに響き渡った。突くたびに彼女の胸がクロップトップの下で揺れた。私は生地を押し上げ、硬くなった乳首を口に含みながら、何度も何度も彼女を突いた。

“Harder, Jake. Fuck me like you own this pussy.” Her voice cracked with pleasure.

I gave her exactly what she begged for, changing the angle so my cock dragged over her g-spot with every stroke. Her breathing turned ragged, little cries escaping each time I bottomed out. Sweat slicked our bodies; the scent of sex mixed with the faint smell of the warm studio lights. I felt her pussy start to flutter, clenching around me.

“I’m gonna—oh god—I’m coming!” she cried, her whole body shaking. Her orgasm hit hard, juices flooding over my cock as she spasmed.

I wasn’t far behind. I pulled out at the last second, stroking myself furiously. “Where do you want it?”

“On my tits,” she panted, dropping to her knees in front of me. I exploded with a guttural groan, thick ropes of cum painting her perfect breasts and dripping down her stomach. She looked up at me with a satisfied, filthy smile, swiping a finger through the mess and licking it clean.

We collapsed onto the soft studio floor afterward, still half-dressed, the discarded shorts tangled around one of her ankles. The lights hummed quietly above us. I listened to her breathing slow, felt the gentle rise and fall of her chest against my side. Neither of us spoke for a long minute. Just the sound of our breaths, steady and synced, filling the warm, quiet space. For the first time in years, everything felt exactly right.