最後の曲の後

The restaurant still smelled of sweat, sweet hookah smoke, and expensive whiskey long after the disco had shut down. The lights were dimmed to a warm amber, and a microphone sat cooling on the stage. I, Anna, a thirty-nine-year-old widow, was standing at the bar trying to gather scattered napkins when Mark, the forty-year-old neighbor from across the courtyard, suddenly got too close.

"You danced tonight like you wanted to burn someone with your eyes," he said in a low voice, almost brushing against my back.

I turned around. His eyes—dark, hungry—locked onto mine immediately. My heart slammed hard. Forbidden. He lived in the apartment across the yard; we'd said hello for years, and now in this half-lit room where the bass still echoed, something between us suddenly ignited.

"Maybe I did," I replied, not looking away. My voice came out husky.

彼の手が偶然のように私の腰をかすめ、ドレスの落ちたはずのストラップを直すふりをしました。彼の指はとどまりました。その触れ合いの熱が電気のように肌を貫きました。私は身を引きませんでした。代わりに、半歩近づきました。彼の呼吸は深くなり、私たちの間の空間は針金のように張り詰めました。

"Anna..." he breathed, "are you sure you want me to stop right now?"

"本当にできるの？" 私はささやき、彼の唇をまっすぐ見つめた。

He didn't answer with words. He just yanked me to him, hard, dominating. Our bodies collided. His palm pressed into my lower back, pulling me tighter. I felt his cock already stiffening through his trousers, pressing into my stomach. Desire hit me hot and wet between my legs.

We kissed greedily, almost viciously. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I matched him, digging my fingers into his shoulders. Mark's hands slid lower, hitching up the hem of my black dress to my waist. He grabbed my ass, lifted me, and set me on the edge of the bar counter. Glass clinked; one tumbler fell and shattered, but we didn't give a fuck.

「パンティを脱げ」と彼はかすれた声で命じ、ベルトを外した。

I raised my hips, peeled off the thin fabric, and tossed it aside. Mark unzipped his pants, and his thick, heavy cock sprang free. I wrapped my palm around it, running my fingers along the full length, feeling it pulse.

"I want you right here," he growled, spreading my knees wider.

He slammed into me with one powerful thrust. I arched back, clinging to his neck. His cock filled me completely, stretching my slick walls. We both groaned. Mark started moving hard, deep, almost ferocious. Every stroke made me moan louder. The counter creaked, and my heels banged against the wood.

「もっと…激しく」私は息を切らしながら、彼の腰に脚を絡めた。

彼は私の腰を掴み、さらに深く突き入れた。目が合った——すべてがそこにあった。何ヶ月もの無言の想い、隣人同士であることの禁忌、ようやく脱ぎ捨てた未亡人の悲しみ。彼の息が私の首に熱くかかった。彼の睾丸が私の濡れたアソコに打ち付けられ、クリトリスが彼の恥骨に擦り付けられるのを感じた、突き上げるたびに。

「すごく締まる……熱いよ」彼は耳元でささやき、動きを速めた。「窓越しに君を見るたび、欲しくてたまらなかった……」

「じゃあ、これが最後の時みたいに、私をめちゃくちゃにして」と、彼の耳たぶを噛みながら答えました。

He growled and flipped me over. Now I was standing, braced on my elbows against the counter, and he entered from behind. This angle was even deeper. His cock hit at a different angle, grazing that sensitive spot inside. I screamed with pleasure. Mark held my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, pounding hard and rhythmic. The wet sounds of flesh filled the empty room.

"Come inside me," I breathed, feeling a tight wave building. "I want to feel you pulse inside..."

彼は限界まで速度を上げた。私の脚は震えていた。オーガズムが突然私を襲い、彼のペニスを締め付けながら彼の名前を叫んだ。マークはあと数回突いて動きを止め、熱い精液を私の奥深くに注ぎ込んだ。彼の喘ぎ声が私の声と混ざった。

We froze, gasping for air. He pulled out slowly, leaving behind a pleasant emptiness and warm wetness trickling down my thigh. I turned to him, still trembling. Mark pulled me against him, and suddenly we both laughed—quietly, relieved, almost childishly.

"So how do we say hello across the courtyard now?" he asked, kissing my temple.

"Now we don't have to stop at hello," I answered, smiling into his shoulder. Lightness spread through my body like warm wine after a long winter.