Drowned in Busty Surf Coach Breast Play on Summer Beach House Deck

On a summer morning, as the sun turned the sea surface golden, I stepped into the beach house. My name is Riku, a 25-year-old salaryman who thought surfing would never be part of his life as an unpopular guy, but I joined this lesson after being invited by a colleague from work. The sound of waves echoes from afar. Zaza, zaza. A pleasant rhythm is carved into my ears. The smell of the tide tickles my nose, and the warmth of the sand is transmitted to the soles of my feet. Even though it was early morning, I already felt the summer heat caressing my skin.

The beach house was a simple wooden building with a deck stretching out toward the sea. The beginners gathered there were changing into wetsuits and looking restless. I put on my suit too and awkwardly held the board. I had only ever seen surfing on TV. All I could imagine was drowning in the waves. Still, I psyched myself up since I was here.

"Hello everyone! I'm your coach today, Mai. Nice to meet you!"

A bright voice rang out. When I turned around, a breathtaking woman stood there. Mai looked about twenty-eight. Her tanned skin was hugged tightly by the wetsuit, especially around her chest. The word "busty" fit perfectly; her breasts swelled so much the zipper looked ready to slip. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail, and her smile shone like the sun. Her gaze swept over us. My heart began to pound like the waves.

The lesson began on the beach. Mai taught us how to hold the board. Her voice was gentle yet strong. "Riku, relax more. The waves aren't your enemy; they're your friends." Her fingers touched my arm. Warm and soft. The scent of her shampoo mixed with my senses, blending sea salt with a sweet tropical aroma. As a virgin with almost no experience being touched by women, being guided by such a beauty felt like a dream. My unpopular fantasies were already starting to swell.

I fell many times at the water's edge. Seawater got in my mouth, leaving a salty taste on my tongue. Mai laughed and reached out her hand. "You're okay, Riku. You'll do better next time." I caught glimpses of her breasts swaying at the edge of my vision. Guilt and excitement mixed together. The morning sunlight made her skin glow, and the way water droplets slid down was erotic. The endless zaza of the waves covered the sound of my heartbeat.

After about an hour, everyone was exhausted. Mai clapped her hands. "Break time! Let's head back to the beach house." We returned to the deck. The wooden boards were still cool, slightly damp underfoot. The sea was right there, just meters from the shore. Leaning against the railing, I sat down catching my breath. Mai handed out water bottles and sat beside me. Her thigh lightly touched my leg. My senses sharpened. The wetsuit fabric was damp and cool, yet her body heat came through.

"Riku, how was your first time surfing?"

Her voice carried gently between the waves. I answered shyly, "It was tough, but maybe fun. I want to get as good as you, Mai."

She laughed, showing white teeth. "Hehe, thanks. You're so honest, Riku. That pure, unpopular vibe is cute."

The word "unpopular" made me jolt. Had she read my mind? But her eyes were kind. Her breasts rose with each breath, pushing against the wetsuit fabric. My gaze naturally fell there. Whether she noticed or pretended not to, the waves kept washing over my ears. A seagull's cry mixed in from afar. The summer morning scents grew thicker—sweat, seawater, and a faint trace of her body odor stimulating my nose.

The break stretched on. Everyone scattered, leaving Mai and me alone at the edge of the deck. Wiping the board, she moved closer. "Hey, Riku. Want me to teach you more surfing tips? I'll give you a hands-on lesson."

Hands-on? My heart pounded wildly. Her hand rested on my shoulder, warm. Her eyes sparkled in the morning light. "Resting right by the water's edge is best. The waves teach you the rhythm."

She had me lean against the deck railing. The sea was just below, waves coming and going. Zaza, zaza. The rhythm synced with my breathing. Mai's body pressed against mine. Her breasts touched my arm. Soft. The feel of them came through the wetsuit. My fingers moved unconsciously. "Ah, Mai, sorry."

She smiled. "It's fine, Riku. Go ahead and touch. Feel how my body sways like the waves, like a surfboard."

What? My mind went blank. Her guidance was turning sexual. As an unpopular virgin, I had never imagined this kind of development. Her hand covered mine. My fingers sank into her breasts. Soft, with elasticity. The heavy weight of them settled fully into my palms. Visually, the way the wetsuit fabric distorted was irresistible. The waves hid my gasps. Zaza, zaza.

"How is it, Riku? My breasts feel like waves, don't they? Squeeze them. Firm but gentle."

Her voice whispered in my ear, her breath hot. With trembling hands I began to knead. The shape of her breasts changed in my grip. The peaks hardened against my fingertips. Sensation exploded. The damp suit, her warm skin. Her sweat scent grew stronger in my nose, sweet and tangy, unmistakably feminine. Heat strained in my groin. As a virgin, I had never known this pleasure.

Things moved quickly. Mai's lesson revealed its true nature. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips close. "Riku, you're a virgin, right? Leave it to me. Surrender like you're giving yourself to the ocean waves."

A kiss. Her lips touched mine, soft and wet. Taste mixed salt from the sea with the sweetness of her saliva. Tongues entwined; my head melted. The waves grew louder. Her hand reached my crotch, gripping me through the wetsuit. I gasped. "Mai, here...?"

"It's fine, on the deck by the water. No one can see. Exciting, isn't it?"

I squeezed her breasts harder. Her nipples strained against the fabric. Her breathing grew ragged. Her sighs mingled with the waves in my ears. The rhythm guided our movements. She shifted her suit aside, touching skin directly. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest. Heavy, warm, smooth. Summer sunlight illuminated our bodies. Visually beautiful—tanned skin glowing, water droplets remaining.

Thoughts swirled. As an unpopular guy, I couldn't believe it. This beauty was letting me fondle her breasts. No—I was the one doing it. Her guidance had turned erotic. Sea and body became one. My hips moved to the wave rhythm. Her hand stroked me. Waves of pleasure came and went. Zaza, zaza. My vision swayed. Her breasts rose and fell like waves.

"Riku, more. Learn surfing with my body. Move your hips like you're riding a wave."

She knelt on the deck in front of me. Her breasts approached my groin. A titjob? The word flashed through my mind. My length was sandwiched between them. The pressure of soft flesh, warm and slick. Seawater moisture acted like lubricant. I moved my hips to the wave rhythm. Sensation peaked. Her breasts enveloped me. Her body scent and the sea smell grew dense in my nose.

Climax approached. Like a large wave rolling in, my excitement neared the edge. Mai's eyes gleamed seductively. "Riku, let it out. Crash your wave against my breasts."

I couldn't hold back and came. White waves splattered across her breasts. Visually lewd. The afterglow lingered in my hands, her skin's smoothness. The sweetness of the kiss remained on my tongue. The waves continued their quiet zaza in my ears.

Afterward, we collapsed on the deck. Morning sunlight gently wrapped around us. Mai smiled. "How was that? You'll never forget this new surfing lesson, right?"

I nodded. The summer sea was etched into my body. The sound of waves lingered in my ears. My unpopular fantasies had become reality that morning. The feel of her breasts, the thrill by the water's edge. The pleasure of drowning was unforgettable.