再会の波

"God, you still make my pulse race like we’re eighteen again," I murmured the second I spotted her across the yacht’s sun deck.

Mia turned, champagne flute pausing at her lips, and the years melted. Her dark hair whipped in the sea breeze, that same teasing smile curving her mouth. The wedding reception hummed around us—our mutual friend’s lavish ceremony had spilled onto his father’s sleek yacht now anchored off the coast—but all I saw was her. The tight emerald dress hugged every curve I used to dream about, the neckline dipping low enough to show the soft swell of her tits. Tension crackled instantly between us, thick as the salt air.

"Jake? Holy shit." She laughed, stepping closer, heels clicking on polished teak. "You clean up nice. That tux looks dangerous on you."

We only had a minute of small talk—catching up on jobs, cities, the fact that neither of us had married—before the heat took over. Her eyes kept dropping to my mouth. Mine traced the line of her throat. The yacht rocked gently under us, music drifting from the lower deck where the bride and groom danced.

"Remember how we almost hooked up senior year?" I asked, voice low, leaning against the rail so our bodies nearly touched.

Mia’s breath hitched. "Every damn night. You were too shy back then."

"Not anymore." I reached out, fingers brushing the thin strap of her dress. "Come with me."

She didn’t hesitate. We slipped down a narrow staircase into a private guest cabin, door clicking shut behind us. The room smelled of cedar and ocean, a king bed dominating the space with crisp white linens. Moonlight poured through the porthole, painting silver stripes across her skin.

Mia’s fingers went straight to my shirt buttons, shy at first, fumbling the top one. "I can’t believe we’re doing this… here." Her voice trembled with excitement.

「私も待てない」と私はささやき、彼女の手に自分の手を重ね、より下へと導いた。「続けて。あなたの手を私に感じたいの」

彼女はボタンを一つずつ外して私のシャツを開き、布を大きく広げ、手のひらを私の胸の上に滑らせ、まるで隆起の一つ一つを記憶するかのようだった。私は彼女のドレスの脇にある隠しジッパーを見つけ、ゆっくりと引き下ろした。静かなキャビンの中でその音は大きく響いた。エメラルドのシルクが彼女の足元に崩れ落ちた。彼女は黒いレースのブラとお揃いのTバックだけを身につけて立ち、繊細なカップに乳首がすでに硬く押し当てられていた。

"Fuck, you’re gorgeous," I groaned, reaching behind her to unhook the bra. It fell away, freeing her full tits. I cupped them, thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she arched into me with a soft moan.

「ジェイク…もっと下を触って」彼女の手は大胆になり、私のシャツを肩から剥ぎ取り、ベルトに手をかけた。ジッパーが音を立てて開き、彼女は一気にズボンとボクサーを下ろした。私のちんこは飛び出し、太くて痛いほどで、先端はすでに濡れ光っていた。

She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking once, twice, eyes wide. "It’s bigger than I imagined."

I kicked the rest of my clothes away and backed her toward the bed. "Lie down. I need to be inside you."

Mia stretched out, thighs parting as I stripped her thong off. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already swollen and slick. I climbed over her, cock nudging her entrance. She was so wet the head slipped in easily on the first shallow thrust.

"Oh god," she gasped, nails digging into my back. "More. Fill me up."

I pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling her tight walls stretch around me. When I bottomed out we both groaned. The yacht’s gentle sway added a rolling rhythm to every movement. I started slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, watching her tits bounce with each measured stroke.

"Harder," she begged after a minute, hips lifting to meet me. Her shyness had burned away. "Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for years."

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, and gave her what she asked for. My pace quickened, hips snapping, cock pounding into her soaked pussy. The wet sounds of us filled the cabin—skin slapping skin, her breathless cries, my low grunts. I released her hands to grip her ass, tilting her so I could grind against her clit on every thrust.

"Yes—right there—don’t stop," Mia panted. Her legs locked around my waist. I felt her start to flutter, pussy clenching tighter. She came suddenly, back bowing, a sharp cry escaping as her walls milked my cock in strong pulses.

私は手を緩めなかった。彼女をうつ伏せにひっくり返し、腰を引き上げて四つん這いにさせた。新しい角度でさらに深く突き入れることができた。彼女の尻を一度叩くと、鋭い音が響き、再び奥まで突き入れた。ミアは枕に顔を埋めて喘ぎながら、腰を突き出して一突きごとに応えた。

"Again… I’m gonna come again," she whimpered.

私は手を回して彼女のクリトリスをきつい円を描くように擦りながら、より速く腰を打ちつけた。ベッドが私たちの下でぎしぎしと音を立てる。彼女の二度目の絶頂はさらに激しく、彼女は震え、アソコが私のペニスを包みながら溢れ出した。その感覚が私を限界へと押し上げた。最後の深い突きで根元まで埋め尽くし、私は射精した。熱い精液を痙攣する彼女のアソコにまっすぐ脈打たせながら。

We collapsed sideways onto the sheets, still joined, breathing hard. The yacht continued its soft rocking. For a long time we lay silent, listening to each other’s slowing breaths, the distant music, and the quiet lap of waves against the hull.

TITLE: Waves of Reunion

ストーリー：

"God, you still make my pulse race like we’re eighteen again," I murmured the second I spotted her across the yacht’s sun deck.

Mia turned, champagne flute pausing at her lips, and the years melted. Her dark hair whipped in the sea breeze, that same teasing smile curving her mouth. The tight emerald dress hugged every curve I used to dream about, the neckline dipping low enough to show the soft swell of her tits. Tension crackled instantly between us, thick as the salt air.

"Jake? Holy shit." She laughed, stepping closer, heels clicking on polished teak. "You clean up nice. That tux looks dangerous on you."

We only had a minute of small talk—catching up on jobs, cities, the fact that neither of us had married—before the heat took over. Her eyes kept dropping to my mouth. Mine traced the line of her throat. The yacht rocked gently under us, music drifting from the lower deck where the bride and groom danced.

"Remember how we almost hooked up senior year?" I asked, voice low, leaning against the rail so our bodies nearly touched.

Mia’s breath hitched. "Every damn night. You were too shy back then."

"Not anymore." I reached out, fingers brushing the thin strap of her dress. "Come with me."

She didn’t hesitate. We slipped down a narrow staircase into a private guest cabin, door clicking shut behind us. The room smelled of cedar and ocean, a king bed dominating the space with crisp white linens. Moonlight poured through the porthole, painting silver stripes across her skin.

Mia’s fingers went straight to my shirt buttons, shy at first, fumbling the top one. "I can’t believe we’re doing this… here." Her voice trembled with excitement.

「私も待てない」と私はささやき、彼女の手に自分の手を重ね、より下へと導いた。「続けて。あなたの手を私に感じたいの」

彼女はボタンを一つずつ外して私のシャツを開き、布を大きく広げ、手のひらを私の胸の上に滑らせ、まるで隆起の一つ一つを記憶するかのようだった。私は彼女のドレスの脇にある隠しジッパーを見つけ、ゆっくりと引き下ろした。静かなキャビンの中でその音は大きく響いた。エメラルドのシルクが彼女の足元に崩れ落ちた。彼女は黒いレースのブラとお揃いのTバックだけを身につけて立ち、繊細なカップに乳首がすでに硬く押し当てられていた。

"Fuck, you’re gorgeous," I groaned, reaching behind her to unhook the bra. It fell away, freeing her full tits. I cupped them, thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she arched into me with a soft moan.

「ジェイク…もっと下を触って」彼女の手は大胆になり、私のシャツを肩から剥ぎ取り、ベルトに手をかけた。ジッパーが音を立てて開き、彼女は一気にズボンとボクサーを下ろした。私のちんこは飛び出し、太くて痛いほどで、先端はすでに濡れ光っていた。

She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking once, twice, eyes wide. "It’s bigger than I imagined."

I kicked the rest of my clothes away and backed her toward the bed. "Lie down. I need to be inside you."

Mia stretched out, thighs parting as I stripped her thong off. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already swollen and slick. I climbed over her, cock nudging her entrance. She was so wet the head slipped in easily on the first shallow thrust.

"Oh god," she gasped, nails digging into my back. "More. Fill me up."

I pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling her tight walls stretch around me. When I bottomed out we both groaned. The yacht’s gentle sway added a rolling rhythm to every movement. I started slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, watching her tits bounce with each measured stroke.

"Harder," she begged after a minute, hips lifting to meet me. Her shyness had burned away. "Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for years."

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, and gave her what she asked for. My pace quickened, hips snapping, cock pounding into her soaked pussy. The wet sounds of us filled the cabin—skin slapping skin, her breathless cries, my low grunts. I released her hands to grip her ass, tilting her so I could grind against her clit on every thrust.

"Yes—right there—don’t stop," Mia panted. Her legs locked around my waist. I felt her start to flutter, pussy clenching tighter. She came suddenly, back bowing, a sharp cry escaping as her walls milked my cock in strong pulses.

私は手を緩めなかった。彼女をうつ伏せにひっくり返し、腰を引き上げて四つん這いにさせた。新しい角度でさらに深く突き入れることができた。彼女の尻を一度叩くと、鋭い音が響き、再び奥まで突き入れた。ミアは枕に顔を埋めて喘ぎながら、腰を突き出して一突きごとに応えた。

"Again… I’m gonna come again," she whimpered.

私は手を回して彼女のクリトリスをきつい円を描くように擦りながら、より速く腰を打ちつけた。ベッドが私たちの下でぎしぎしと音を立てる。彼女の二度目の絶頂はさらに激しく、彼女は震え、アソコが私のペニスを包みながら溢れ出した。その感覚が私を限界へと押し上げた。最後の深い突きで根元まで埋め尽くし、私は射精した。熱い精液を痙攣する彼女のアソコにまっすぐ脈打たせながら。

We collapsed sideways onto the sheets, still joined, breathing hard. The yacht continued its soft rocking. For a long time we lay silent, listening to each other’s slowing breaths, the distant music, and the quiet lap of waves against the hull.