上司の賭け

The rain hammered the tent like a snare drum, and I was already soaked through, my boots squelching with every step. Our company's "team-building" hike had turned into a goddamn mud bath, and my boss, Ms. Elena Vance, had just declared we were camping for the night. She was a legend in the office—a steel-eyed woman who could make a VP cry with a single glance. Now she was shaking out a sleeping bag in a tiny two-person tent, her wet hair plastered to her neck, and I was her assigned tent-mate.

"Don't just stand there, Mark. Get in and zip it shut." Her voice was clipped, but her eyes had a glint I'd never seen before. "Unless you'd rather sleep in the rain."

I crawled in, the space suddenly impossibly small. The air was thick with the smell of wet nylon and her perfume, something sharp and floral. She was unbuttoning her flannel shirt, peeling it off her shoulders, and I caught a glimpse of a black lace bra clinging to her skin.

"Elena, I... I can wait outside," I stammered, my cock already half-hard at the sight.

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Don't be an idiot. We're both adults. And you're the only one here who's actually fun to look at." She tossed the shirt aside and met my gaze. "Come here."

I didn't need a second invitation. I shuffled over, my heart pounding. She reached out, her fingers finding the button of my jeans. "You're still wet. Let's get these off." Her hand brushed my erection through the denim, and I hissed in a breath.

"You're a menace, you know that?" I whispered, my hands finding her waist. Her skin was warm, smooth.

"I'm your boss," she corrected, a smirk playing on her lips. "And I'm giving you a direct order." She unzipped my jeans and pushed them down, freeing my cock. It was aching, swollen, the tip already beading with pre-cum. "God, look at you." She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, her grip firm and confident, and started to jack me slowly. "You've been walking around the office in these tight pants, and I've been thinking about this for weeks."

"Elena..." I groaned, my head falling back. Her thumb circled the head, spreading the slickness.

"Shut up and let me work." She leaned in and took me in her mouth, hot and wet. I gasped, my hands fisting in her damp hair. She worked her way down, her tongue swirling, her throat relaxing to take me deeper. My hips bucked involuntarily as she swallowed me whole, her nose pressed against my pubic bone.

"Fuck," I breathed out, the sound muffled by the rain.

She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "Not yet. I want you inside me."

She turned around, dropping to her hands and knees, presenting her ass in those black lace panties, soaked and clinging to her curves. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust. "Take them off. And don't be gentle."

My fingers hooked the lace, pulling them down her thighs. Her pussy was bare, glistening wet. I leaned over, running my hand along her spine before my fingers found her slit. She was soaked, her clit swollen and begging for attention. I teased her, circling it with my thumb, feeling her shudder.

"Mark, I swear to God," she growled.

I didn't make her wait. I positioned myself at her entrance and slammed home in one thick, hard thrust. She cried out, her back arching, her fingers digging into the tent floor. "Yes... that's it."

I pulled out almost all the way and drove back in, my rhythm fast and punishing. The tent shook with our movements, the sound of our skin slapping drowned out by the storm. She was moaning, a string of curses and pleas falling from her lips. "Harder... oh God, right there."

I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, and fucked her with everything I had. Her pussy was tight, gripping me like a fist, and I could feel my orgasm building, a hot coil tightening in my balls.

"I'm close," I grunted.

"Not yet," she panted. "Turn me around. I want to see your face."

I pulled out, the sudden emptiness making her whimper. I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. She was a vision—flushed, sweaty, her tits spilling out of her bra. I positioned myself again, my cock glistening with her wetness, and slid back inside her, slow this time, deep. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open.

"God, you feel amazing," I whispered, leaning down to kiss her, my tongue probing her mouth as I rocked into her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. "Don't stop. Please."

I fucked her with a deep, grinding rhythm, my thumb finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles. Her breathing became ragged, her body trembling. "I'm... I'm going to..."

"Cum for me, Elena," I growled against her ear.

She shattered, her inner walls clenching around me, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. The sensation was too much. I buried my face in her neck and came, my cock pulsing, flooding her with hot, thick cum. We lay there, breathless, tangled together as the rain continued its assault on the tent.

She was the first to speak, her voice husky. "That was... a very effective team-building exercise."

I laughed, my chest still heaving. "We should do this more often."

She looked at me, a wicked grin on her face. "Oh, we will. But first..." She pushed on my chest, rolling me onto my back. "I believe it's my turn to give you a performance review." Her hand found my cock, already stirring again.

The rain outside was a distant drumbeat, a promise of what the night still held.

CATEGORIES: [Groping, Tent, Boss, Rough sex, Just the Two of Us]