Busty Aircraft Mechanic Handjob in Airport Lounge

The summer night at the airport felt more humid and stifling than usual. I, Yuya, was a salaryman returning from a business trip, and my scheduled flight had been delayed due to bad weather. Checking the clock, it was already close to 11 PM. Even with the lounge air conditioning running, occasional thunder rumbled outside, making the wait feel endless. Sinking into the sofa with a beer in hand, I sighed while fiddling with my phone. For me, a virgin, nights like this were nothing but boring. I rarely got chances to talk to women outside of work.

The lounge had a decent crowd, with business-suited people reading newspapers or lounging around. My eyes caught a woman in uniform sitting alone at the next table. She wore an airline mechanic's uniform: a blue shirt with black pants and a badge on her chest. Above all, her breasts were huge. The word "busty" fit perfectly, with her shirt buttons looking ready to pop. Sweat glistened on her neck, probably from the summer heat. Her hair was in a ponytail, her face sharp and beautiful. The way she sipped her coffee while looking tired was oddly seductive.

"Excuse me, is that seat free?" she asked me. The lounge was crowded. I nodded quickly, "Go ahead, please." When she sat down, a sweet shampoo scent drifted over, making my heart race. Up close, her cleavage peeked through the shirt gaps, and it was hard to look away.

"Delays are tough, aren't they? I'm waiting for the next flight's inspection and might have to stay overnight," she said with a smile. Her name was Saki. She was an aircraft mechanic who checked engines and such. Maybe because the beer was loosening my tongue, I asked, "What’s that job like?" Saki's eyes lit up as she started talking. "The airport is quiet at night, with the sound of aircraft echoing. The oil smell is strong, and you end up drenched in sweat. But there's a sense of achievement knowing the plane will fly safely."

I was drawn into her story. Normally I never had deep conversations with women, yet I listened intently. Every time Saki's lips moved, that soft pink filled my view and stirred my imagination. The lounge lighting was soft on this summer night, highlighting her pale skin. Occasional rain sounds outside created an intimate mood. Saki took a sip of beer and blushed. "It's hot, huh? This uniform feels stuffy," she said, loosening her collar slightly. A glimpse of lace bra showed. My crotch heated up. My virgin cock stirred inside my pants.

As the conversation flowed, Saki's fatigue showed. "Long shift today—my legs are swollen," she sighed. I blurted out, "Want a massage?" Saki chuckled. "How about we rest in the corner? That sofa over there is free." She pointed to a dimly lit spot in the back of the lounge. With few people around, we moved there, my heart pounding. The humid summer air made her body heat feel close.

Sitting side by side on the sofa, Saki placed her hand on my knee. "You seem kind, Yuya. Actually, I'm stressed. Could you help me relax a bit?" she whispered. Her fingers stroked my thigh, moving closer to my crotch. I froze, stumbling over words. Saki's eyes gleamed mischievously. "You look like a virgin. Just relax." Her hand unzipped me and exposed my cock. Already rock hard, it leaked precum.

Saki's gaze fixed on it. "Cute shape. First time being touched?" she breathed. Her hand gently gripped and began stroking slowly up and down. The sensation was intense. Her palm was slightly sweaty, warm and smooth. The oily feel made electricity shoot through me with every stroke. Visually, her huge breasts swayed right beside me. Unbuttoning one more shirt button revealed deep cleavage. The white bra fabric showed faint nipple outlines. I couldn't help reaching out, but Saki stopped me. "Not yet. My pace."

Ambient sounds heightened the thrill: low lounge BGM, distant voices. The summer night scents mixed with her sweat and pheromones. Saki's strokes quickened. "Your cock is so hot, throbbing," she whispered in my ear. Her thumb circled the head, spreading precum with wet sounds. I moaned, "Saki, it feels good..." She pressed her finger to my lips. "Lick." The salty taste of sweat doubled my excitement.

Climax approached. Her breasts brushed my arm softly, pushing me over the edge. She whispered, "It's okay, cum for me. Cum in my hand." Her handjob peaked. My hips bucked as I shot ropes of cum into her palm. The hot liquid spurted out visually while she smiled satisfied. My body trembled, the summer air suddenly cool. Saki wiped with tissues. "Good job. Feel relaxed?" She gave a gentle kiss, leaving soft lips and faint sweet lip gloss taste.

In the afterglow, we embraced. Her breasts pressed warmly against me with a happy weight. Flight announcements signaled parting. "Let's meet again," we exchanged contacts. My fingers shook entering her number. Heading home, my mind was full of Saki's breasts and the handjob sensation. Future meetings exceeded imagination.

A week later, I visited Saki's apartment. Fresh from work in uniform, she opened the door. "Yuya, I was waiting," she said, hugging me with her breasts pressed close. The room was cool from AC but carried summer remnants. She led me to the bed, finally letting me enjoy those breasts. Removing her shirt, F-cup mounds spilled from the bra, pink areolas and erect nipples. I fondled them eagerly, soft and heavy. Saki moaned, "Harder." Pure tactile bliss.

While stroking my cock, she said, "This time I'll let you inside." The moment I lost my virginity. Her pussy was hot and wet, the insertion unforgettable. Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust. Sweat scents mingled with moans echoing in the room. I pumped lost in sensation, tasting salt from licking her neck. I came inside, hot pleasure exploding.

Meetings continued after. In hotels near the airport, she shared mechanic stories while giving titjobs. Her oily cleavage slid around my cock, the slippery feel overwhelming. A summer night travel encounter creating this relationship—thrilling daily service. Saki's breasts were mine.

From that airport night, our bond deepened fast. The next weekend, Saki invited me to meet near her workplace. Heart racing, I went to a small bar behind the airport. The night air still held summer humidity; beer foam cooled my throat. Saki arrived in casual clothes, tight T-shirt emphasizing her bust. Deep cleavage held my gaze. "Yuya, I missed you," she said, holding my hand under the table. Her warm fingers revived airport memories.

While talking, Saki shared work stories. "I touched the aircraft today—the vibrations resonated through my body. Got me excited," her eyes glazing. My crotch throbbed. "With your hand again..." I whispered. She grinned. "Then the restroom." The bar's private toilet was narrow, our reflection in the mirror erotic. Saki knelt and took my cock in her mouth. My first blowjob. Warm oral sensation, tongue swirling the head. Saliva taste mixed in; visually her breasts hung toward the floor. Aurally, wet sucking sounds and suppressed moans. I came in her mouth; she swallowed with thrilling gulps.

The travel thrill continued. Saki waited at the airport for my trips. We kissed in lounge corners or continued handjobs. Fondling her breasts was addictive. Toward summer's end, we traveled together. At a seaside hotel with waves as BGM, we had sex. Her sun-tanned body glistened, sweat scent blending with sea breeze. Massaging her breasts with oil while penetrating, pleasure came in waves. We climaxed together, afterglow kisses sweet.

Now we meet weekly. Saki's service is gentle, transforming me from a virgin. That airport night was a life turning point. The warmth of her breasts and travel excitement feel eternal.