Max struggles with insomnia and exhaustion until an unexpected encounter with his boss, Aiko, plunges him into a whirlwind of desire and obsession. Can he resist temptation?
Max woke up with a feeling of heaviness in his eyelids, as if someone had poured liquid lead on them. The dawn light filtered through the curtains of his Tokyo apartment, painting golden stripes on the wooden floor. He rubbed his eyes, trying to chase away the sleep that clung to him like a second skin. But no matter how hard he tried, the tiredness persisted, rooted in his bones. He had spent another sleepless night, tossing and turning, his mind racing and his body motionless. Insomnia had become his constant companion, a ghost that haunted him even in the hours when the sun lit up the sky.
He stood up with difficulty, feeling the weight of his own body as if it were someone else's burden. The bathroom mirror reflected back the image of a gaunt man, with deep dark circles under his eyes and several days' worth of stubble that gave him an unkempt appearance. He showered with cold water, hoping the shock would wake him up, but even the cold failed to penetrate the fog in his mind. He dressed mechanically, choosing a white shirt and black pants, the unofficial uniform for his job at the magazine. As he buttoned his shirt, he noticed his hands were trembling slightly. "I need coffee ," he thought, but even coffee had lost its effect on him. Nothing seemed able to bring him out of this state of perpetual lethargy.
The magazine's office was a modern space, with glass walls and minimalist furniture. Max moved between the cubicles like a sleepwalker, greeting his colleagues with a forced smile. His mind was elsewhere, caught in a limbo between wakefulness and sleep. He arrived at his desk and turned on his computer, but the words on the screen seemed to dance before his eyes. He rubbed his temples, trying to concentrate, but it was as if his brain were wrapped in cotton.
That's when he saw her. Aiko Takahashi, his boss, was walking toward his office with a feline grace that seemed to defy the laws of physics. She was a tall woman, with generous curves that her tight suit couldn't hide. Her breasts were full, round, and firm, and her butt was a work of art, round and perky, swaying with every step she took. Max felt a sudden heat in his groin, an instinctive reaction that took him by surprise. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like desire that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
Aiko walked into her office and closed the door, leaving Max with a partial view through the half-open blinds. He couldn't tear his eyes away. There was something about her that drew him almost magnetically. But then, something unexpected happened. Aiko's office door opened again, and a man walked in. It wasn't her husband; Max knew him well, an executive from another company they'd worked with before. He was tall, well-dressed, with a smile that screamed confidence.
Max froze as the man closed the door behind him and locked it. Aiko didn't seem surprised; in fact, her smile was as wide as the man's. They moved closer, and before Max could process what she was seeing, the man was kissing her passionately, his hands exploring Aiko's body as if she belonged to him. Max felt her heart pound, a mixture of shock and excitement coursing through her veins.
Aiko slumped onto her desk, lifting her skirt slightly to reveal black stockings and a red thong that barely covered her sex. The man knelt in front of her, his large hands sliding up her smooth thighs. Max could see his fingers approaching her thong, pulling it aside to reveal her wet, pink pussy. Aiko moaned, her hips instinctively moving forward, seeking more contact.
The man didn't disappoint her. He lowered his head and buried his face between her legs, his tongue skillfully working her clit. Max could see Aiko writhing in pleasure, her hands gripping the edges of the desk as her body responded to every lick and suck. Max felt his own arousal growing, his cock hardening in his pants. He couldn't tear his eyes away, caught in a voyeurism he'd never experienced before.
The man stood up, unbuttoning his pants to release his big, thick cock. Max held her breath as she watched him push Aiko back against the desk, lifting her legs so her feet rested on his shoulders. In one swift motion, he entered her, his cock disappearing inside her. Aiko cried out, her nails scraping the surface of the desk as he began to move inside her with deep, powerful thrusts.
Max no podía creer lo que estaba viendo. Su jefa, una mujer que siempre había parecido tan profesional y compuesta, estaba siendo follada en su propia oficina. Y lo que era más sorprendente, parecía estar disfrutándolo enormemente. Cada gemido, cada movimiento de sus caderas, cada vez que sus pechos rebotaban con el impacto de las embestidas del hombre, todo era un espectáculo erótico que Max no podía ignorar.
Se encontró con la mano en su entrepierna, frotándose a través de la tela de sus pantalones. La excitación era abrumadora, una sensación que no había experimentado en mucho tiempo. Pero incluso mientras se masturbaba, sintiendo el placer acumulándose en su cuerpo, el cansancio lo golpeó como una ola. Sus párpados se volvieron pesados, su mente nublada. Las imágenes ante él comenzaron a distorsionarse, mezclándose con sueños fragmentados que no podía controlar.
Intentó mantener los ojos abiertos, pero era como si alguien estuviera tirando de sus párpados hacia abajo. La última cosa que vio antes de que el sueño lo venciera fue a Aiko siendo penetrada con fuerza, su cuerpo sacudido por el placer. Entonces, todo se volvió negro.
Cuando Max despertó, no estaba seguro de cuánto tiempo había pasado. La oficina estaba en silencio, la luz del sol ahora más tenue, indicando que era tarde en la día. Se sintió desorientado, su mente aún atrapada en los restos de sueños que no podía recordar. Pero una cosa era clara: el deseo que había sentido al ver a Aiko siendo follada no había desaparecido. De hecho, parecía haberse intensificado, como un fuego que ardía bajo su piel.
Los días siguientes fueron una niebla. Max apenas dormía, su mente obsesionada con las imágenes de Aiko y su amante. Comía poco, su apetito suprimido por la falta de sueño y la excitación constante que lo mantenía al borde. Su trabajo se resintió, pero nadie parecía notar. Estaba atrapado en un ciclo de insomnio y deseo, una espiral que lo llevaba más y más lejos de la realidad.
Fue en un viaje de negocios cuando todo llegó a un punto crítico. Estaban en un hotel en Osaka, y Aiko había organizado una reunión con un cliente importante. Max estaba allí como editor, pero su mente estaba en otro lugar. Aiko llevaba un vestido ajustado que enfatizaba cada curva de su cuerpo, y Max no podía apartar los ojos de su trasero, redondo y perfecto, que se balanceaba con cada paso que daba.
La reunión terminó tarde, y Max se encontró siguiendo a Aiko de vuelta a su habitación. No estaba seguro de lo que estaba haciendo; su mente estaba nublada por la falta de sueño y el deseo. Cuando llegaron a la puerta de su habitación, Aiko se volvió, sorprendida.
"Max, ¿qué estás haciendo aquí?" preguntó, su voz suave pero firme.
Max didn't respond. Instead, he moved toward her, his hands finding her hips. Aiko didn't resist when he turned her around, pressing his body against hers from behind. He could feel the heat of her body through her dress, the soft contour of her butt pressing against his crotch.
"Max, this isn't appropriate ," Aiko said, but her voice lacked conviction.
Max didn't listen. He lowered his head, his mouth finding the fabric of her dress. He could smell her perfume, a mix of flowers and something else, something deeply feminine that drove him wild. With a swift movement, he lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her red thong. It was the same one he'd seen at the office, the same one he'd been obsessing over ever since.
Without thinking, he extended his tongue and slid it over the fabric, savoring her taste. Aiko gasped, her hips thrusting back against his face. Max groaned, his hands gripping her buttocks, parting them for better access. He could feel her heat through the fabric, her wetness, and it drove him wild.
"Max, someone might see us ," Aiko protested, but her words turned into a moan as Max pulled her thong aside and buried his tongue in her pussy.
Max couldn't stop. He licked and sucked, his fingers squeezing her buttocks as he devoured her sex with a hunger he couldn't control. Aiko writhed against him, her hands gripping his hair, guiding his mouth to where she needed him most. He could feel her clit throbbing beneath his tongue, her thighs trembling as she neared orgasm.
But then, as suddenly as it had begun, Max stopped. The fog in his mind thickened, his thoughts becoming muddled. He turned away from Aiko, feeling suddenly dizzy. The lack of sleep was catching up with him, pulling him down into a whirlpool of darkness.
"Max, are you okay?" Aiko asked, her voice filled with concern.
But Max couldn't answer. His eyes closed, and the world faded away around him. The last thing he felt was the soft touch of Aiko's hands on his face, before sleep claimed him once more.