テーブルの上のバラ

The dim corporate ballroom hummed with the scent of expensive whiskey and women's perfume. My eyes locked on her immediately—a tall brunette in a clinging black dress sitting across the table. Her eyes sparkled as she slowly ran a finger along the rim of her glass, as if accidentally brushing my hand. Heat flooded through me, and that familiar heaviness tightened low in my gut.

「真実か挑戦か？」と彼女はハスキーな声で尋ね、身を寄せてきた。テーブルの下で彼女の膝が私の膝に押し付けられた。

「Dare」と私は、彼女の唇から目を離さずに言った。

She smiled, bold and wicked, plucked a single crimson rose from the vase on the table, and swept the soft petals across my cheek. The petals were cool; her fingers burned.

"Then kiss me like you want everyone in this room to forget how to breathe."

I didn't wait. I lunged forward, grabbed the back of her head, and crushed my mouth against hers. The kiss was hungry, wet, with a sharp little bite. She moaned softly into my mouth, her tongue meeting mine with fierce need. Under the table, her palm slid up my thigh and boldly settled on my already rock-hard cock, squeezing it through the fabric of my pants.

"Whoa... what a hot stranger," she whispered, pulling back for a second. "I'm Anna. And you?"

"Max," I breathed out, feeling her fingers work the zipper.

We were tucked in the far corner of the banquet hall, where the music pounded loud enough to drown out our gasps. Most of the coworkers had drifted to the dance floor or were getting hammered at the bar. No one was looking our way.

Anna stood, took my hand, and tugged me toward a small alcove behind the stage, where tables still held the remnants of the buffet and huge vases overflowed with flowers. The scent of roses and lilies hit my nose hard. She pressed my back against the wall, dropped to her knees right on the carpet, and without any ceremony pulled my cock out.

「んん、素敵ね」と彼女は喉を鳴らし、唇を舐めました。彼女の吐息が亀頭を焦がしました。「味わいたいわ。」

彼女は私を唇で包み込み、ゆっくりと深く咥えていった。舌が絡みつき、吸い上げ、裏筋を焦らす。私は彼女の髪に指を埋め、うめき声を噛み殺した。彼女の頭は一定のリズムで動き、唾液が竿を伝い、もう片方の手が私の玉を揉みしだく。彼女が喉の奥まで私をくわえ込むたびに、身震いが全身を貫いた。

「アンナ……くそ、しゃぶるの上手すぎる……」と私は囁き、彼女の目が欲情で輝くのを見つめた。

彼女は息を切らしながら口を離し、立ち上がった。ドレスはすでに腰までまくり上げられ、パンティーは横にずらされていた。滑らかでテカテカと光る、濡れそぼった準備万端のまんこが見えた。

「今度はあなたよ。ここで私を抱いて」と彼女は要求し、振り返って花で覆われたテーブルに両手をついた。花瓶がぐらつき、花びらが数枚、彼女の背中に散った。

私は彼女の後ろに立ち、亀頭を彼女の濡れた唇に沿って引きずり、一気に突き入れた。彼女は背中を反らせ、小さな叫び声を漏らした。

"Yes... just like that... deeper, Max..."

I fucked her hard but slow, savoring how her walls clenched around me. Every thrust made the flowers in the vases tremble. The smell of roses mixed with the scent of her arousal. I leaned down, one hand squeezing her tits through the dress, the other gripping her hip as I picked up the pace.

「君のアソコ、すごく熱い……すごく濡れてる……」私は彼女の耳元で唸った。「中に出してほしいのか？」

"Yes... cum in me... I'm on the pill," she gasped, pushing back against me. "I want to feel your cum filling me up."

I sped up. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling. She grabbed a rose, pressed it to her face, inhaling its perfume while I pounded her harder and harder. Suddenly she tensed, her pussy clenching in violent pulses around my cock.

「イってる…ああ、神様、いいっ！」と彼女は叫ばないように唇を噛みながら喘いだ。

That was the last straw. I drove into her to the hilt and unloaded, hot cum spurting in deep, thick waves. She shuddered, taking every drop, while rose petals kept raining down on us like confetti.

ようやく離れた時、二人とも息を切らして笑っていた。彼女は背を向け、ドレスを整えると、同じ深紅のバラ――今では少し押しつぶされていた――を私の手に押し込んだ。

「はい、これ。私の人生で一番ワイルドなオフィスパーティーのお土産よ」と彼女はいたずらっぽい笑みを浮かべて言った。

I took the flower, inhaled its scent mingled with the smell of her skin, and laughed too. The tension was gone, leaving only lightness and a pleasant ache in my body.

"Maybe we do it again... somewhere that isn't a supply closet?" I asked.

アンナはウインクして、指を私の胸にそっと滑らせた。

「もっとお花を持ってきてくれたらね。」