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古いワイナリーの邸宅の地下にあるプライベートな試飲室は、空調の低い唸り以外は静まり返っていました。重厚な樫の扉が、上の階の夜の催しから私たちを遮断していました。私がどのリストにも載っていない82年物のボルドーに言及したとき、彼女が私に送ったあの視線——好奇心旺盛で、少し大胆な——を見てから、私は鍵をかけていました。

エレナは石の壁に寄りかかり、黒いドレスが体の曲線にぴったりと沿い、彼女が身じろぎするたびにヒールが小さく音を立てました。彼女の黒い髪はアップにまとめられ、長い首筋が露わになっていました。私はすでに、彼女の香水が熟成したコルクと冷たいコンクリートの土の香りと混ざり合うのを感じ取っていました。

“You really keep the best stuff down here for special clients?” she asked, voice low, almost teasing.

I pulled the dusty bottle from its cradle, the glass chilled and slick with condensation. “Only for those who want to learn how to truly taste.” I set it on the narrow tasting table between us. “Most people just drink. They miss everything.”

Her eyes followed my fingers as I wiped a drop of water from the curve of the bottle. “Show me, then.”

I stepped closer, close enough that our breaths mingled. “It starts with anticipation. You don’t rush.” I tilted the bottle, letting the dim light catch the deep ruby liquid inside. Then I lowered my head and dragged my tongue slowly up the chilled neck of the bottle, a long, deliberate lick from base to cork. The cold glass made my tongue tingle.

Elena’s lips parted. “Fuck… that’s… unexpected.”

I smiled against the glass. “The bottle has curves, just like you. Feel how the cold teases? How the tongue warms it?” I licked again, slower this time, circling the shoulder where the bottle swelled, letting my breath fog the surface. “You have to worship it first. Let it know you’re paying attention.”

She was breathing faster now. I could see her nipples tightening against the thin fabric of her dress. “You do this with all your clients?”

「教えてもらいたくてたまってそうな人だけだよ」私はボトルを置き、テーブルを回り込んだ。手が彼女の手首に触れた。「よろしいですか？」

Elena nodded quickly, eyes locked on mine. “Yes. God, yes.”

I turned her gently so her back was to the table, then lifted the hem of her dress just enough to expose the smooth skin of her thigh. The cellar air was cool, but her skin was already warm. I picked up the bottle again and pressed the chilled base against the inside of her thigh.

She gasped. “It’s so cold—”

“Shh. Someone might hear if you’re loud.” I grinned, voice dropping to a whisper. “We don’t want the guests upstairs wondering why the sommelier is taking so long with a private tasting.”

Her laugh was shaky. “Then stop teasing me like that.”

But I didn’t. I dragged the cold, wet glass higher, tracing the curve where thigh met hip. Then I leaned in and followed the same path with my tongue—hot and slow, licking the trail of chill away, tasting the faint salt of her skin.

“Shit… that feels incredible,” she whispered, fingers gripping the edge of the table. “Keep going.”

I pushed her dress higher, exposing lace panties already damp. The bottle’s neck slid along the crease of her thigh, cold and smooth. I licked again, long strokes that ended just short of the fabric. Her hips twitched.

“You’re getting warmer here,” I murmured against her skin. “The wine inside is waiting too. But first, you need to learn patience.”

Elena reached down, threading her fingers through my hair. “I don’t feel very patient right now.” Her voice cracked. “Please… taste me properly.”

I set the bottle aside, the glass clinking softly. In one smooth motion I tugged her panties to the side. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, the scent of her arousal cutting through the cellar’s musty air. I blew a cool breath across her clit, then followed it with the flat of my tongue—slow, savoring, just like I’d done with the bottle.

「ああっ…」彼女は声を抑えるために唇を強く噛んだ。「そこ——冷えた後の舌がすごく温かいの。」

I licked her again, circling her clit with teasing flicks before sucking it gently between my lips. The contrast made her thighs tremble. I slid two fingers inside her tight, wet heat, curling them slowly while my tongue kept its lazy rhythm.

“Someone’s going to come looking for us,” I whispered against her pussy, the words vibrating. “You have to stay quiet while I teach you how to come properly.”

「じゃあ、早くイかせて」と彼女は熱い囁きで懇願した。「もうすごく近いの…あなたの口、気持ちよすぎる。」

I sped up just enough, sucking her clit harder, fingers pumping deeper. Her juices coated my chin. The sounds were obscene—wet licks, her ragged breathing, the faint creak of the table as she rocked against my face.

Her legs started shaking. “I’m gonna—don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I devoured her, tongue lashing, fingers curling against that spot inside until she shattered. Elena clamped a hand over her own mouth, muffling a sharp cry as her pussy clenched and pulsed around my fingers. A small gush of wetness hit my tongue. I kept licking through it, gentler now, savoring every tremor.

When she finally sagged against the table, I stood up, lips shiny with her cum. I picked up the bottle, uncorked it with a soft pop, and poured a tiny taste into two glasses.

I handed her one. “Now… tell me what you taste.”

Elena took a shaky sip, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. “It’s richer than I expected. Deeper.” She looked at me with a wicked little smile. “But I think I prefer the way you taste it off my skin.”

I clinked my glass against hers. “Then we’ll have to schedule another private lesson. Soon.”

Upstairs, the party continued, completely unaware of how thoroughly one curious client had learned to savor the rarest vintage of all.