テントの中の泡

The moment we zipped the tent shut against the mountain wind, the air crackled. Lisa’s cheeks were flushed from the day’s hike, her sports bra damp and clinging to the swell of her tits. I was already half-hard just watching her bend over to unroll the sleeping bags, the tight leggings hugging every curve of her juicy ass.

「ジェイク、いいもの持ってきたでしょ？」彼女は肩越しに私を振り返りながら、低くからかうような声で尋ねました。彼女の黒いポニーテールが揺れ、その緑の目は恥じらいもなく私の目を捉えました。

私はバックパックから冷えたシャンパンのボトルを取り出し、指の下でホイルが冷たく感じられました。「今夜開けるとは思わなかったけど、そうだね。君はそれに値するよ、今年の最優秀クライアント。」

She laughed, that husky sound that always made my cock twitch. We’d been dancing around this for weeks—her flirty comments during deadlifts, the way her hand lingered on my arm when I spotted her squats. Now, alone in this tiny two-person tent after a long trail day, the tension snapped like a dry branch.

“Pop it,” she whispered, crawling closer on her knees. The nylon floor creaked under us. I twisted the wire, eased the cork out with a soft *pop*. Bubbles fizzed up the neck. Lisa took the bottle first, tipped it back, and let the cold champagne spill across her lips and down her chin. A few drops slid between her breasts.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she breathed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her nipples were hard points against the fabric now. She handed it to me, but instead of drinking I set it aside and cupped her face, pulling her into a kiss.

私たちの口は、飢えたように開いて重なった。彼女の味は、ハイキングの汗の塩味とシャンパンのような泡の感触だった。私の手は彼女の首筋から肩へと滑り、親指が彼女の胸の側面をかすめるように触れると、彼女は私の口に柔らかい呻き声を漏らした。私たちは急がなかった。私はより深くキスをし、舌で彼女の舌を愛撫してから、彼女の目が揺らぐのを見るためにほんの少しだけ離れた。私の手のひらがついに彼女の胸を包み込み、ブラの上から優しく揉んだとき、彼女の息が止まった。

“Jake… touch me more,” she murmured against my lips. “I’ve wanted your hands on me since the first session.”

I peeled her sports bra off slowly, letting her full tits bounce free. Champagne bottle in one hand, I tilted it and let a thin stream trickle over her left nipple. The cold made her gasp. I leaned in and licked it off, sucking the stiff peak into my mouth while my other hand traced circles on her belly, dipping lower.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging. “Yes… like that. God, your tongue feels amazing.”

I kept kissing her—mouth, throat, collarbone—while my hands roamed. She pushed me onto my back, straddling my hips. The tent was warm from our bodies, smelling of nylon, sweat, and the sweet fizz of champagne. I could feel her pussy, already soaked, grinding against the bulge in my shorts. We kissed again, slower this time, tongues lazy and deep, her tits pressed to my chest.

She reached between us, yanked my shorts down. My thick cock sprang up, heavy and throbbing. Lisa wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly while she looked me dead in the eyes.

“Been staring at this during every lunge,” she said with a wicked grin. “Wanted to feel how hard you get for me.”

I groaned, hips bucking into her grip. I grabbed the bottle again and poured a small pool of champagne into the hollow of her throat. It ran down between her tits and over her stomach. I chased every drop with my tongue, licking lower until I reached the waistband of her leggings. She lifted her hips so I could peel them off. No panties underneath—just her smooth, shaved pussy glistening.

I sat up, kissing her again while two fingers slid along her wet slit. She was dripping. I circled her clit slowly, then pushed both fingers inside her tight heat. Lisa moaned into my mouth, riding my hand, her breath shaky.

“More, Jake… I need your cock. Now.”

彼女は私を再び仰向けに押し倒し、体勢を整え、腰を下ろしました。私のペニスの先端が彼女を押し広げ、熱く絹のような彼女の膣に一インチずつ滑り込み、私が根元まで埋まるまで続きました。私たちは二人とも動きを止め、荒い息をし、額を触れ合わせました。それから彼女は動き始めました——彼女の胸を揺らすゆっくりとした腰の回転。

The champagne bottle lay on its side, forgotten but still bubbling softly. Every time she rose up, her juices coated my shaft. I gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, fingers digging in as she picked up speed.

“Harder,” I growled against her lips between kisses. “Ride me like you mean it.”

彼女はそうしました。テントの中は肌と肌がぶつかる濡れた音、彼女の喘ぎ声、私の低いうめき声で満たされました。私は再び起き上がり、胸と胸が触れ合うようにして、まだ繋がったままでした。私たちは今や必死にキスをしました——乱雑で、口を大きく開けたキス——私が彼女の中に突き上げる間。片方の手は彼女のお尻に置いたまま、もう片方の手は彼女のポニーテールに絡め、彼女の頭を後ろに傾けるのに十分なだけ引っ張り、彼女の首を吸えるようにしました。

Her pussy clenched around me, fluttering. “I’m gonna… oh fuck, Jake, I’m coming—”

She came hard, hips jerking, a rush of wetness flooding my cock. I kept kissing her through it, swallowing her cries. When her tremors eased I flipped us, laying her on the sleeping bag. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove back in deep, pounding with long, powerful strokes.

The angle let me grind against her clit with every thrust. Her tits bounced wildly. I leaned down, capturing her mouth again, tasting champagne and pure lust. My balls tightened.

“Come inside me,” she panted between kisses. “Fill me up.”

I did. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pulsing into her spasming pussy. We stayed locked like that, kissing softly as the aftershocks rolled through us.

数時間後、山の空気は冷たくなりました。朝の光が緑のナイロンを通して差し込みました。私が先に目を覚まし、裸のままテントから抜け出し、小さなキャンプ用コンロに火をつけました。新鮮なコーヒーの香りが中に漂ってきました。

Lisa emerged wearing only my oversized hoodie, hair messy, cheeks pink. She took the steaming mug I offered, eyes meeting mine over the rim. A shy little smile played on her lips—the same ones that had moaned my name all night.

“Best recovery session ever, trainer,” she said softly, glancing away then back, like she was already thinking about round two on the trail home.

I grinned, sipping my own coffee. “Same time next hike?”

Her laugh was warm, eyes sparkling with the memory of champagne bubbles and tangled limbs. “You’re on.”