Busty Bartender's Rainy Night Deep Kiss and Titjob in Secret Hideaway

Rainy nights always weigh on my heart. The city's neon lights bleed into the rain, spreading like a hazy veil of light. I'm Noriyuki, an indie musician. Tired of strumming my guitar in the apartment again today, I rushed outside. My footsteps along the bar district alley echo off puddles. The damp air clings to my skin, and the scent of rain tickles my nose. I didn't bring an umbrella. It felt good to get wet tonight.

"Welcome. What kind of drink would you like?" A soft voice greeted me from behind the counter. The interior was dimly lit, with a low jazz melody playing. It was a small bar, and there were only three customers including me. Her name is Eri. She's the bartender. Wearing a black shirt with an apron tied around her, the slightly open neckline sways alluringly. Her ample cleavage perfectly matches the word "busty," stealing my gaze. Her skin, slightly sweaty from the rainy humidity, gleamed glossily under the lights.

I sat at the counter and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. The glass slid toward me, the sound of ice pleasant to my ears. While polishing a glass, she spoke to me. "On rainy nights, everyone has a lonely look. You too?" I gave a wry smile at those words. Indeed, I've been lonely lately. With the band breakup rumors, there's a gaping hole in my heart that music alone can't fill. "Yeah, something like that. How about you?" Eri smiled and answered while shaking a shaker. "Me too. Working this job, I keep everyone's secrets in this city's nights. Loneliness seeps in like alcohol." The conversation flowed naturally. She seemed to be in her late twenties. Her black hair tied in a ponytail, striking red lips. Just watching her breasts gently sway with each movement made my chest stir. The sound of rain came from outside the shop, and occasionally distant thunder rumbled. The air inside mixed the sweet scent of whiskey with lingering tobacco smoke, creating an alluring atmosphere.

As time passed, customers left one by one. Near closing time, Eri whispered to me. "Want to talk a bit more? I have a hideaway nearby. You could wait out the rain too." My heart leaped. Was this the temptation of a rainy night? I nodded and settled the bill. We left the shop into a narrow alley path. The rain had lightened, fine misty droplets hitting my face. Following Eri's back, I felt the damp asphalt under my soles. Her perfume scent, sweet and floral, mixed with the rain's moisture and stimulated my nose.

The hideaway was on the second floor of an old apartment in a corner of the alley. Footsteps on the stairs echoed with wooden creaks. Opening the door revealed a small room with soft lighting. A sofa and small table, record jackets decorating the wall. Rain tapped on the window, and the room felt a bit humid. "This is my secret place. No one knows about it." Eri took out a wine bottle and poured into glasses. The red liquid swayed as we sat side by side on the sofa.

Our gazes intertwined. Her eyes were deep like the night darkness, drawing me in. "Noriyuki, you make music, right? What kind of songs do you write?" I tilted my glass, savoring the bitter taste of wine spreading on my tongue as I spoke. Songs of heartbreak, melodies of loneliness. Eri listened quietly, nodding occasionally. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the shirt fabric clinging to her skin. My sense of touch ached. Rainy humidity filled the room, our body heat warming the air.

"I'm lonely too. I listen to customers' stories every night, but no one touches my own heart." Eri's voice trembled slightly. Her hand touched my knee, the warm sensation transmitting. I naturally took that hand. Fingertips intertwined, close enough to hear each other's heartbeats. "Eri, your eyes are beautiful." Those words were the trigger. Her face drew near, lips overlapping. A deep kiss. At first gentle, exploratory. Her lips were soft, mixed with the sweet-tart taste of wine. Tongues entwined, wet sounds echoing in the room. The rain continued like background music, electricity running down my spine. Her breath was hot, her exhalation tickling my cheek.

The kiss grew more intense. Eri's tongue invaded my mouth, and I wrapped my hand around her neck. The smooth, slightly sweaty feel of her skin. Her breasts pressed against my chest, conveying their rich softness. The weight of her busty chest, the elasticity felt through the fabric. My excitement rose, heat building in my lower body. "Noriyuki, more..." Eri whispered, removing my shirt. Her fingers traced my skin, waves of tactile pleasure coursing through my body.

Things escalated quickly. Eri pushed me down onto the sofa, covering me from above. Her weight felt pleasant, her cleavage drawing near my face. Sounds of shirt buttons undoing, fabric shifting. Her exposed breasts, likely E-cup in their fullness. Their pale skin glowed under the light, pink peaks hardened and pointed. Mixed with a hint of sweat from the rainy humidity, stimulating my sense of smell. "I'll heal you with these." Eri smiled, lowering my pants. My hardened length was exposed, her gaze hot.

Titjob. She enveloped me with her breasts. Sandwiched in the valley, the soft flesh sensation buried me. Warm, smooth skin. Her hands pressed her breasts together, moving up and down. Visually overwhelming. The cleavage swallowed me, peaks occasionally brushing. Audibly, the wet sounds of skin rubbing and my ragged breathing. Tactilely, the repeated pressure and release. Waves of pleasure came. "Eri, that's amazing..." My voice leaked out. I confirmed the taste of her sweat while kissing her neck. Salty, sweet.

The climax arrived intensely. Eri's movements quickened, her breasts' elasticity tightening around me. The rain grew louder, thunder rumbling. My body trembled, reaching the peak. "I'm coming...!" Hot release spurted into the valley. At the moment of ejaculation, her breasts gently received me. White fluid soiled the cleavage, dripping onto her skin. Taste