After-Hours Workout

The mountain chalet smelled of pine and woodsmoke, snow tapping softly against the tall windows while the fireplace crackled in the corner. Elena Voss, my new boss, stood in black yoga pants that hugged every curve of her firm ass and a cropped top that showed the taut lines of her abs. From the moment I walked in for this mandatory “team-building retreat,” the air between us crackled with raw want. She had caught me staring at her body during the morning hike, and the sharp little smile she gave me said she knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Mark, you’re late,” Elena said, voice low and strict as she locked the heavy wooden door behind me. “Everyone else left for the village bar. It’s just us now. Time for your private fitness evaluation.”

私は唾を飲み込み、心臓が激しく鼓動した。「ヴォスさん…エレナ…これはただの気軽な週末だと思っていました。」

She stepped closer, her breath warm against my neck. The scent of her skin—clean sweat and expensive lotion—made my cock twitch. “Call me Elena. And drop the innocent act. I saw how hard you got watching my ass on that trail. Now strip to your shorts. We’re doing circuits. No excuses.”

My hands shook as I peeled off my sweater. She watched, arms crossed under her full tits, nipples already stiff against the thin fabric. The explicit hunger in her eyes made me bold. Before I could overthink it, I closed the distance and kissed her hard. She moaned into my mouth, fingers digging into my chest.

“Fuck, you’re direct,” she whispered, breaking away just enough to yank her top over her head. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect, nipples dark and begging. “Good. I hate slow workers.”

Elena shoved me back onto the thick rug in front of the fire. The flames painted gold across her tanned skin as she straddled me, grinding her pussy against the hard ridge in my shorts. I could feel how wet she already was through the thin layers.

“These stay on for now,” she ordered, hooking her thumbs in her yoga pants and sliding them down just enough to bare her shaved pussy. The lips were swollen and glistening. She grabbed my hand and pressed my fingers to her slick folds. “Feel that? That’s what your staring did to me all day. Now make it better.”

I rubbed her clit in tight circles while she rocked her hips, her breath coming in sharp little gasps. “Yes… like that… harder, Mark. Don’t you dare be gentle.”

She reached down and freed my cock, thick and throbbing, veins standing out. Her strict mask cracked into a wicked grin. “Big cock for a new hire. I’m going to ride it until you fill me.”

Elena rose just enough to position the fat head at her entrance, then sank down in one smooth, wet stroke. We both groaned as her tight pussy swallowed every inch. The heat was insane, silky walls clenching around me like a vice.

「ああ、すごく…すごく広げられてる…」と彼女は息を弾ませながら、両手を私の胸についた。彼女は動き始めた。最初はゆっくりと、腰を揺らすたびに確かめるように、どこか恥ずかしそうに。それから大胆になり、より速く弾み、みずみずしい尻が私の太ももに打ち付けられた。「話して…私のまんこ、どんな感じか教えて。」

“So fucking tight,” I growled, gripping her waist. “Hot and dripping all over my cock. You’re creaming down my balls already.”

Her moans grew louder, echoing off the chalet beams. I thrust up to meet her, the wet sounds of her pussy sucking me in filling the room. She leaned forward, tits swaying in my face, and I caught a nipple between my lips, sucking hard. Elena cried out, her rhythm faltering as her first orgasm hit. Her walls fluttered and squeezed, a rush of fresh wetness flooding my shaft.

“Don’t stop… don’t you fucking stop,” she begged, voice hoarse. I flipped us suddenly, laying her on her back on the rug. The firelight danced over her flushed body as I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove in deep. This angle let me grind right against her clit with every thrust. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream.

「そう…そこ…まんこを突いて」と彼女は途切れ途切れの息の合間にあえいだ。私はもっと激しく突き上げ、肌がぶつかり合い、汗が二人の間に滴り落ちた。外では山風がうなり声を上げ、中では私たちは獣のように交わった——荒々しく、切迫して、完璧に。

二度目の絶頂が彼女を貫いた。エレナは再びイきながら、爪を私の背中に食い込ませ、まんこが激しく痙攣して私はこらえきれなかった。私は根元まで埋め込み、爆発した。濃いザーメンが彼女の締めつける奥深くに流れ込んだ。私たちは繋がったまま震え、互いの息を吸い合っていた。

その後、火は弱くなっていた。私は柔らかい毛布を二人にかけ、彼女を胸に抱き寄せた。エレナのいつもの厳しい表情は消え、怠惰で満ち足りた微笑みに変わっていた。彼女は指先で私の肌にのんびりと円を描いた。

“Best performance review I’ve ever given,” she whispered, voice husky and tender. “Think you can keep up with my training schedule back at the office?”

I kissed her damp forehead, feeling her heartbeat slow against mine. “Only if every session ends like this.”

She laughed softly, the sound warm in the quiet chalet. “Then you’re hired for life.”