Busty Saleswoman Nipple Teasing Behind Christmas Market Stall

The winter night wind stung my cheeks coldly as I surrendered myself to the bustle of the Christmas market. The central square glowed with colorful illuminations, and wooden stalls lined up in rows. The air mingled the sweet-tart scent of mulled wine with the spicy aroma of fresh gingerbread, tickling my nostrils. Christmas carols drifted from afar, and the laughter of families and couples brightly colored the winter festival. My name is Yuuki, and I own a small gift shop. While wandering the market wondering what to buy for Christmas presents—not for a special someone, but something to delight my staff and regulars—snow began to fall.

My gaze was caught by a small stall selling Christmas ornaments. Red and gold glass baubles sparkled under the lights, as if capturing a starry sky. The woman standing in front of the stall, enthusiastically recommending items to customers, made an impression. Her name tag read Noel. She wore a red sweater under a black coat, emphasizing her ample chest—more than just large, it had an almost overwhelming volume. I stopped in my tracks, pretending to browse while observing her. Her golden hair was tied in a ponytail, her cheeks slightly flushed from the cold, her smile dazzling. She looked about my age, late twenties.

"Hello, what are you looking for? These handmade ornaments are perfect for Christmas gifts. They sparkle and would look lovely on a tree, don't you think?"

Noel's voice was light, like a bell. I quickly returned my gaze to the merchandise and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm hoping to find something nice for presents. Maybe for my shop staff."

Noel narrowed her eyes and smiled. She leaned over the stall, peering at my face. Up close, I could clearly see her breasts straining against the sweater. They looked soft, and my heart quickened.

"Oh, so you're a gift shop owner. In that case, I'll recommend something special. How about this one, like a snowflake? Go ahead and touch it."

She took my hand and guided it to the ornament. The cold glass sensation reached my fingertips, mixed with the warmth of her fingers, feeling pleasant. A clear, snowy scent seemed to drift from her. Embarrassed yet intrigued, I picked up a few items.

"These might be good. I'll buy several."

After the purchase, Noel spoke while happily ringing up the sale.

"The market is fun, isn't it? But it gets cold late at night, and the crowds can tire you out. Want to take a short break? There's a small rest area behind my stall. I'll treat you to hot chocolate."

I hesitated briefly but gave in to her inviting gaze. In the midst of the festive Christmas atmosphere, such an encounter felt like fate. Behind the stall was a small tent-like space where illumination lights leaked through gaps, casting faint pink and blue glows on the ground. The outside noise faded, replaced by the sound of wind rustling the tent. Noel warmed hot chocolate on a small gas burner and handed me a cup. Steam rose, and the sweet cocoa aroma tickled my nose. I took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through my body. The flavor was rich, with a hint of cinnamon—perfect for a winter night.

"Thanks. This is delicious."

Noel sat beside me, hugging her knees and smiling. The tent was narrow, making her body heat feel close. The sound of snow hitting the tent was like quiet background music.

"Really? I'm glad. My name is Noel. And you?"

"Yuuki. Nice to meet you."

The conversation flowed naturally. We talked about her shop, my daily life at the gift shop, and shared Christmas memories, losing track of time. Noel's eyes sparkled, and her chest rose and fell with each word. I tried to look away but couldn't. Lace from her bra peeked through gaps in her sweater. My body grew hot, warmth gathering in my lower abdomen beyond the hot chocolate's effect.

"Yuuki, aren't you cold? You can take off your coat—it's warm in here."

At her words, I removed my coat. Suddenly, she reached for my shirt collar and peered inside.

"Heh, you have a surprisingly sturdy build. An encounter like this on Christmas night is exciting."

Her breath brushed my ear, sending a shiver through me. Noel stared into my eyes and moistened her lips. Illuminations outside flickered through the tent fabric, casting fantastical shadows. My heart pounded, and her sweet perfume grew stronger.

"Noel, what...?"

Cutting off my words, she began unbuttoning my shirt. One, two. Cold air touched my skin, making me tremble. Her hands were warm, fingertips brushing my chest.

"Shh. A secret Christmas present sounds good, right? You seemed interested in my chest... Now let me touch yours."

Noel's voice was low, explicit, and teasingly seductive. I couldn't resist. Her large breasts pressed against my arm, the soft sensation transmitting through. She wore only a bra under the sweater, and I could feel her nipples hardening through the fabric. Her fingers found my nipples and lightly pinched them.

"Ah..."

Noel chuckled at the sound escaping my lips. Her fingers were cool yet hot, twisting and kneading my nipples. A sweet ache ran through me, and my body twitched in response. Visually, the leaking illumination light tinted our skin blue. Aurally, distant Christmas melodies mixed with my ragged breaths. Tactilely, the pressure of her fingers and the hardening of my nipples. Olfactorily, lingering hot chocolate and her mingled sweat and pheromones. Gustatorily, the chocolate's sweetness lingered on my tongue.

"How does it feel? Your nipples are so hard. Doing something this naughty behind the Christmas market... exciting, isn't it?"

Her whisper in my ear left me only able to nod. She grew bolder, fully opening my shirt and teasing both nipples at once. Thumbs drew circles, nails lightly scratched. Pain and pleasure alternated, heat throbbing in my lower body. Pressing her large breasts to my chest, she took a nipple into her mouth. Her warm tongue swirled and sucked, the wet sound echoing in the tent as I failed to suppress my voice.

"Ugh... Noel, wait... ahh..."

"I won't wait. Moan more. Your voice is sexy."

Her tongue was skillful, rolling my nipples and nibbling lightly. Sweet pain surged like electricity, arching my back. As snow intensified outside, pounding the tent, we existed in a world isolated from the festival noise. Her hand stroked my crotch over my pants, pushing me further. The nipple stimulation spread through my body, drawing me into a vortex of pleasure. The weight of her breasts covered me, softness enveloping my skin. My vision blurred, illumination lights twinkling like stars.

Climax came suddenly. Noel's fingers twisted my nipples hard, and my body shook. At the peak of sweet pain, I cried out, reaching waves of pleasure. Heat exploded in my lower body as I clung to her arms. Noel gently stroked my nipples with satisfaction and released her lips.

"Heh, that was intense. You won't forget this secret Christmas gift, will you?"

Basking in the afterglow, we embraced inside the tent. Market laughter returned outside, stars beginning to shine in the snow-cleared sky. Noel straightened my shirt and gave me a kiss. Her lips tasted of sweet chocolate. I clutched her business card as she shared her shop's location. Let's meet again, we said. The winter night continued, illuminations gently lighting us. The memory of that sweet ache became a special Christmas gift.