It's been 10 years since I lost my fiancé and gave up on love...
The only thing I looked forward to was going to see my favorite plays, but this spring, I was transferred from the head office to a branch office in New York.
A month later, he was transferred from another branch office.
He is two years older than me, 35 years old.
His profile looked just like my favorite actor, and I fell for him at first sight.
Even after finding out he was single, I, who had sealed away love for 10 years, was already 33...
I wasn't at an age where I could innocently say "I like you" like when I was young, and if I got rejected, it would make work difficult...
After thinking it over, I chose to lie to myself about my feelings.
The turning point in our relationship came during an overnight training held this summer.
It was for all employees with less than three years at the company, so he and I, who had transferred, participated.
On the first day of training.
After a group dinner, we arrived at the business hotel where we were staying, and the room assignments were announced.
Perhaps because the rooms were assigned by branch, he and I ended up in rooms diagonally across from each other on the same floor.
As I was unlocking my room, he called out to me from behind.
"Our rooms... are close."
"Yeah..."
I gave a nonchalant reply and entered my room, hearing the door of the room diagonally across close.
Several colleagues from the same branch came and went, and it was quite late by the time I was finally alone. I took a shower and crawled into bed.
While watching TV from bed, there was a knock on my room door...
Maybe one of the colleagues who had visited earlier had come back for something they forgot?
Without any suspicion, I opened the door... and there he was.
Surprised and unsure of what to say, he asked, "Are you alone?... Can I come in?"
I was wearing the hotel yukata, and my face was bare...
We couldn't talk outside, so I let him into the room.
I opened the door wide and leaned against the wall to let him in, and at that moment...
His large hand grabbed my wrist, and he kissed me, pressing me against the wall.
Even as I twisted to escape his lips, his strength was overwhelming, and I was easily pushed onto the bed.
Trapped under his body, I had no escape, and my right hand, trying to resist, was held by his left hand, while my neck, held by his right hand, couldn't move left or right.
Despite my strong agitation, all I could do was accept his lips and tongue.
After the long kiss ended, he said, breathing heavily, "You can scream if you want."
But in the rooms on either side, separated by the thin hotel walls, our colleagues were sleeping...
There was no way I could make a loud noise.
As if enjoying my predicament, his hand reached for my chest.
His strong arm pulled my waist closer.
"Ahh..."
He whispered in my ear, "Does it excite you?" as I let out a voice I shouldn't have.
"No..."
As I twisted in confusion at my body's response, he gently kissed my neck.
"You've been hiding such big breasts under your uniform all this time..."
He said, cupping my breast with his large hand and tracing circles around my nipple with his index finger.
The sensation of the yukata rubbing against my skin heightened the pleasure.
Even as I bit my lip to suppress it, my voice escaped through the gaps.
"You're not saying no..."
"...But it's still no good..."
"There's no need to rush..."
His hand didn't enter the yukata.
As he said, he seemed willing to wait until my heart and body were ready.
However, when his lips caressed my neck for the umpteenth time... his large, swollen lower body pressed against my thigh.
"Hold me..."
"There's no need to rush..."
"But... your... is getting bigger..."
"It's not so bad that I wouldn't get aroused touching the body of a woman I like..."
"Then hold me..."
"A woman's body isn't as simple as a man's... there's no need to force it."
"No, it's..."
"...What do you mean?"
"I've always liked you... so hold me."
"...Are you sure?"
"I want you..."
"You won't regret it?"
"I won't... make me feel good."
We kissed repeatedly, intertwining our tongues, confirming each other's feelings, and we became one.
In missionary position, we released the pent-up feelings, in doggy style, we sought each other like beasts, and while still connected, we collapsed onto the bed and played in side position...
In the end, we held each other until morning.
Needless to say, the lack of sleep made the second day of training tough.
