閉店後の焦らし

The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the thirty-second floor conference room. It was past nine, the rest of the team long gone. I stood at the head of the long mahogany table in my charcoal pencil skirt and cream silk blouse, clicking through the final slides of the Q3 campaign. My boss, Richard, sat alone at the far end, tie loosened, watching me with that steady, unreadable stare he’d perfected over twenty years in the industry.

彼は五十一歳で、そのうち二十四年間結婚していて、どこから見ても落ち着いた重役でした。でも、私は一週間ずっと彼の視線が私の脚に長く留まっているのに気づいていました。

I leaned forward to point at a graph, letting the blouse gap just enough to show the lace edge of my bra. “See this spike here?” I said, voice low and smooth. “It’s all about tension, Richard. Building it… then releasing.”

彼の顎が引き締まった。「火遊びをしているんだよ、エレナ」

I smiled, slow and wicked, and clicked to the next slide. “Am I? Or are you just finally noticing how wet this presentation is making me?”

The room went quiet except for the low hum of the projector. I could see his fingers tighten around the edge of his leather portfolio. Good.

I walked around the table, heels clicking, stopping just beside his chair. The scent of his cologne—something woody and expensive—mixed with the faint trace of the whiskey he’d sipped earlier. I perched on the table’s edge, crossing my legs so the slit in my skirt rode high.

“You’ve been staring at my ass during every meeting for months,” I whispered, leaning down so my lips brushed his ear. “I wear these skirts for you, you know. So you can imagine bending me over this very table.”

“Elena…” His voice was a warning, but his hand had already found my knee, sliding slowly up my thigh. The touch was warm, deliberate. No rush. His thumb traced small circles just under the hem, sending heat pooling between my legs.

I shivered and parted my thighs a little. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck your confident little marketing exec right here. Tell me you haven’t jerked off thinking about it.”

His breath hitched. For a long moment he just looked at me—dark eyes heavy with lust and something softer, almost tender. Then he stood, towering over me, and cupped my face with both hands. His thumbs stroked my cheeks like I was something precious.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he murmured, voice rough. “But God, I want you.”

彼はそのとき私にキスをした——ゆっくりと、深く、味わうように。彼の舌が怠惰な動きで私の舌に絡み、ウイスキーの味と、ついに崩れた自制の味がした。私は彼の口の中でそっと喘ぎ、指を彼の糊のきいた白いシャツに食い込ませた。彼はとてもいい匂いで、感触はそれ以上だった。強く安定した手が私の首から胸へと下り、シルク越しに優しく揉み、私の乳首が硬くなるまで続けた。

“Richard… please,” I breathed against his lips.

彼は私を優しく、しかししっかりと振り向かせ、私の手のひらを冷たいテーブルに平らに押し付けた。眼下には街が広がり、無数の灯りがこれから起きることを知る由もなかった。彼の手が私の背中を優しく撫で下ろし、細心の注意を払ってスカートのジッパーを下ろした。スカートは足首に落ちた。彼はひざまずき、私の腰のくぼみに柔らかくキスをし、それからTバックのレースのすぐ上にもう一度キスをした。

“So beautiful,” he whispered, voice full of wonder. His fingers hooked the thin fabric and drew it down my legs. Cool air kissed my bare pussy. I was already slick, aching.

He stood again, chest against my back, and I felt the hard length of his cock pressing through his trousers. One hand slipped between my thighs, fingers gliding through my wetness with reverent slowness.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned, lips brushing my ear. “All this time you’ve been teasing me… and your pretty pussy is dripping for your married boss.”

「ええ」と私は喘いだ。太い指が二本、私の中に沈み込み、ちょうどいい具合に曲がる。「あなたにこんな風に使われたかった。あなたのオフィスの淫乱女みたいに扱ってほしかったの。」

He pumped slowly, deliberately, thumb circling my swollen clit in lazy spirals. Every stroke sent sparks up my spine. My hips rocked back against his hand, chasing more.

“You’re not a slut,” he said softly, kissing the side of my neck. “You’re stunning. And tonight you’re mine.”

He withdrew his fingers, and I heard the sound of his belt, the zipper. Then the hot, heavy weight of his cock rested against my ass. He rubbed the thick head up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices, teasing my clit until I whimpered.

「欲しいって言って」彼はささやき、片方の手で私の腰をなだめるように円を描いて撫でていた。

“I want your cock, Richard. Please… fuck me over this table.”

彼は長く滑らかな一突きで押し入り、私をぐっと広げた。二人とも同時に喘いだ——彼は低く掠れ、私は高く切なく。彼は私を完全に満たし、太く脈打っていた。一瞬、彼はただそのまま根元まで埋めた状態で留まり、私が慣れるのを待ち、両手で私の背中、腰、開いたブラウス越しの胸を優しく撫でていた。

「こんなにきつくて…完璧だ…」と彼はささやき、私の肩にキスを落としていった。

それから彼は動き始めました。ゆっくりと深く腰を回す動きに、テーブルが静かにきしみました。突くたびに、彼のペニスが私の中のあの敏感な場所をこすりました。彼が出入りする濡れた音が静かな部屋を満たし、淫らで官能的でした。

「もっと強く」と私は懇願し、腰を突き出して彼に応えた。「耐えられるから。明日、机に座ったときにあなたを感じていたいの」

His pace quickened, still controlled, still tender. One hand reached around to rub my clit in firm circles while the other braced on the table beside mine. Our fingers laced together.

“You feel incredible,” he panted, breath hot against my neck. “So wet… squeezing my cock like you were made for me.”

I was close already, tension coiling tight in my belly. The angle, the fullness, the way he kept whispering filthy-sweet things against my skin—it was too much.

「イきそう」と私は喘いだ。「リチャード……ああ、ダメ、あなたのでイっちゃう」

“Let go, baby. Come for me.”

The orgasm crashed through me, sudden and blinding. My pussy clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, juices coating his shaft. I cried out, forehead pressed to the polished wood, legs trembling.

彼はその間も私を貫き続けた。今度はもっとゆっくりと、私が息を切らして過敏になるまで引き延ばした。それから彼は抜いて、私を彼の方を向かせ、テーブルの上に持ち上げた。私の脚が彼の腰に巻きつくと、彼は一つの滑らかな動きで再び奥まで入ってきた。

今、私たちは目と目を合わせていた。彼の顔は紅潮し、髪は乱れ、目は欲望と愛情で暗く輝いていた。彼は私の頬を包み、親指で下唇をなぞった。

「イクときのお前は本当に美しいな」と彼はハスキーな声で言った。彼は再び深く、飢えたようにキスをし、腰は安定したリズムで動き続け、ペニスが私の敏感な内壁の隅々を擦り上げた。

私は二人の間に手を伸ばし、指でクリトリスを見つけ、彼の突き上げに合わせて擦った。圧力が再び高まり、今度はより速く。

“Come inside me,” I whispered against his mouth. “Fill your office slut up.”

He groaned, forehead against mine. “Elena… fuck.”

彼のリズムが乱れ、突き上げが短く激しくなった。彼が私の中で膨張するのを感じ、深く途切れた喘ぎ声とともに射精したとき、熱い精液が溢れ出した。脈打つたびに、彼は私のまんこを精液で満たし、彼のちんぽの周りから漏れ出した。

We stayed like that, panting, his arms wrapped around me, my face buried in his neck. He smelled like sex and cologne and something that felt dangerously like home.

After a long moment he pulled back just enough to look at me, brushing damp hair from my forehead with gentle fingers.

“This changes everything,” he murmured, voice soft.

微笑んで、もう一度彼にキスをした。ゆっくりと、甘く。

“Good,” I whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you to bend me over that table for months.”

He chuckled, low and warm, and held me closer as the city kept sparkling far below us.