薄明かりの中の膨らみ

The gym lights were already dying, the last few people filtering out, leaving the air thick with the smell of sweat and rubber. I stood by the ab machine, unable to tear my eyes away from her—my secretary, Lena. She was stretching out on a mat in tight black leggings and a cropped top that barely covered her stomach. Her thighs parted slightly, and I caught the way the thin fabric traced the curve of her mound—smooth, inviting, a line that made my cock stiffen instantly. She looked up, our eyes locked, and she smiled with the corner of her mouth, like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Mr. Grant, you’re here late,” she said, her voice low, a little raspy, as she slowly rose from the mat. Her tits heaved, nipples poking through the thin fabric. “Or were you waiting for me on purpose?”

I stepped closer, my heart pounding. She didn’t know I’d heard her yesterday in the office—whispering to her friend on the phone, “He stares at my mound when I sit across from him… I get so wet.” Those words had burned in me all day. Now, in the empty gym, with only the distant hum of the AC and our breathing, I decided I couldn’t hold back anymore.

「レナ…全部聞こえてたんだ」と私は息を漏らし、手を伸ばして彼女の腰に指を滑らせた。彼女の肌は熱く、ワークアウトの汗でしっとりしていた。「昨日のこと。あそこを見られるのが好きだって言ってたね。」

Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes darkened with lust. She didn’t pull away—instead, she pressed her hip against my leg, feeling my cock harden against her.

“So you were eavesdropping, boss?” she whispered, biting her lower lip. “And now what? Gonna fire me… or fuck me right here?”

Her words hit me straight in the groin. I grabbed her hips, yanked her close, and crushed my mouth against hers. The kiss was greedy, wet, tongues tangling, and her hands were already sliding under my shirt, nails raking down my back. We broke apart, gasping. The gym was nearly dark, only emergency lights casting a reddish glow off the mirrored wall.

“Strip,” I ordered hoarsely, though my voice shook with need. “I want to see your mound… the one you were talking about.”

Lena stepped back, slowly pulling her top over her head. Her full tits swayed, nipples hard and dark. Then she turned around, bent over, and peeled off her leggings along with her panties. My mouth went dry. Her ass was round, tight, and when she straightened and turned, I saw it—a neat, cleanly shaved mound, slightly swollen, with a thin strip of dark hair leading down to her already slick slit. The skin there glistened with sweat and arousal.

“Like it?” she whispered, running her fingers over her pussy and spreading her lips apart. “Look, Mr. Grant… it’s already wet for you.”

I couldn’t hold back. I shoved my shorts down, my cock springing free—thick, the head swollen and already glistening with precum. Lena gasped, staring at it, and stepped toward me on her own. We collapsed onto the wide mat in the corner of the gym, still smelling of someone else’s sweat. I moved on top, but she suddenly flipped over, getting on all fours.

“This way…” she breathed. “I want you to see my mound from underneath… when you slide in.”

I knelt behind her, ran my palm over her ass cheeks, slid lower, and pressed my thumb against her clit. Lena arched, moaning. Her mound was hot, pulsing under my hand. I pressed the head of my cock to her entrance and pushed in slowly, so slowly. Her walls gripped me tight, hot, soaked. She pushed back, taking my whole shaft to the base.

「ああ…すごく太い」レナは腰をくねらせながらうめいた。「もっと奥まで突いて、ボス…あなたのペニスが内側から私の恥丘に擦れるのが感じられるわ」

I started to move—gentle, unhurried, savoring every inch. My hands rested on her waist, my eyes locked on where we joined: her smooth mound slick with her juices, clit swollen, every thrust making her tremble. The mirror across from us reflected everything—her tits swaying, her lips parted, her eyes meeting mine through the glass.

“Look at me,” I whispered, picking up the pace a little. “Watch me fuck your wet pussy… your beautiful mound.”

“Yes… I’m watching…” she gasped, breathless. “It’s all covered in your juices… more, please… harder, but slow… I want to feel every vein on your cock.”

We shifted positions. Lena lay on her back, spread her legs wide, and pulled her knees to her chest herself. Now her mound was fully exposed—a swollen, glistening, inviting curve. I entered her again, this time staring straight into her eyes. The strokes were smooth, deep, our bodies slick with sweat. Her breathing stuttered, fingers digging into my shoulders.

“I… I’m about to…” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Cumming… watch my mound when I cum…”

彼女の膣は波のように僕のペニスを締め付け、熱い液体が溢れ出し、体は弓のように反り返った。僕も限界の瀬戸際に立たされているのを感じたが、突然動きを止め、荒く息をした。彼女の目は驚きと飢えに満ちていた。

“Not yet,” I said hoarsely, slowly pulling out of her. Cum was nearly bursting, but I held it back. “The gym closes in five minutes… but tomorrow after work, we’re finishing this. In my office. And I want you to come without panties… so I can look at your mound all day.”

Lena lay on the mat, breathing heavy, legs still spread, fingers lazily stroking her wet, throbbing mound. She smiled slyly, licking her lips.

“Whatever you say, boss…”