Busty Flight Attendant Handjob in Airport Lounge

On a summer day, the morning sunlight sparkled across the airport's glass windows. Exhausted from nonstop business trips, I, Kenji, dragged my weary body into the VIP lounge and collapsed onto a sofa. My suit shirt clung damply to my skin with sweat, and my loosened tie hung around my neck. It was still before eight o'clock, with about an hour until my next flight. The lounge was cool from the air conditioning, and a faint aroma of coffee drifted through the air. I let out a deep breath and closed my eyes to relax.

I sensed someone sitting in the seat beside me. When I opened my eyes, there was a woman with a suitcase placed next to her. She was a stunning beauty in a flight attendant's uniform, with perfect proportions. A scarf was elegantly tied at her neck, and her legs extending from the knee-length skirt looked glossy in stockings. But my gaze quickly locked onto her chest. Those breasts pushed against the buttons of her uniform with unbelievable volume. They were enormous, not just large but swelling like ripe fruit that strained the fabric. A thin sheen of sweat from the summer heat glistened on the skin of her neck. My heart pounded. To a virgin like me, the sight was more than temptation; it was an explosion of fantasy.

She smiled and turned toward me. "Good morning. Are you returning from a business trip? You look tired." Her voice was soft and refined, like an in-flight announcement. She introduced herself as Riko. I quickly introduced myself, and casual conversation began between us. She was also waiting for her next flight and relaxing in the lounge. Topics moved from the weather to the hardships of business travel. As we laughed about how summer heat tires travelers, the distance between us naturally closed. The sweet scent of her perfume tickled my nose, a soft jasmine fragrance. My fantasies would not stop. What would those breasts feel like if I touched them? Soft, warm, my fingers sinking in? Maybe she wore no bra under the uniform. Such ridiculous thoughts crossed my mind, and heat surged between my legs, painfully so.

"Kenji, your shoulders look stiff. All those trips must be taking a toll on your body," Riko said kindly, placing a light hand on my shoulder. Electricity shot through me, and my body twitched. Her hand was slender and warm, the pale skin peeking from her sleeve dazzling. Blushing, I could only reply vaguely, "Y-yeah, well..." Her breasts shifted slightly. I caught my breath. Being touched by such a beauty in a place like this felt like a dream. But I was a virgin; a woman's hand on my shoulder alone made my heart feel ready to burst. She smiled again. "There's a private room in the lounge. Would you like to rest a bit? I often give massages on flights. Let me do one for you." She stood up. There was no option to refuse. I nodded and followed her toward the back of the lounge. Inside, I was shouting. Could such a lucky turn really happen? But this was just kindness, right? Don't let your fantasies run too far, Kenji.

The private room was compact, with soft lighting, a sofa, and a small table. Once the door closed, the outside noise was shut out, leaving a quiet space. The summer morning air felt slightly humid, and Riko's scent filled the enclosed room. She seated me on the sofa and began massaging my shoulders from behind. "Relax. Breathe deeply." Her touch was professional. With each knead of my muscles, tension left my body. Yet my mind was elsewhere. Her breasts brushed lightly against my back. Soft. Warm. The weight of those swells stroked me through the uniform fabric. Fantasy began to feel real. My breathing grew ragged. Her breath touched my ear, her sweet exhalation tickling my neck. "Heh, you're tense. Loosen up more." Her voice whispered. All I could manage was "S-sorry..."

The massage moved from shoulders to chest. Her hands adjusted my shirt collar and brushed my chest. My nipples twitched. My groin had grown painfully hard. Riko seemed to notice. She moved in front of me and knelt. Her eyes went to my crotch. "Kenji, you seem quite pent up. Shall I ease this too?" Her eyes gleamed seductively. I lost my words and simply nodded. Her fingers reached for my belt and lowered the zipper. The sound echoed in the room. She tugged my trousers down slightly, exposing me through my underwear. Shame and excitement left my mind blank. She smiled gently. "It's all right. Quietly now. Our secret." She shifted the underwear aside and took hold of me.

The sensation was warm, soft, and smooth. Riko's fingers wrapped from base to tip. I moaned. "Ah... Riko..." Her large breasts pressed against my thighs in her kneeling position. Through the uniform fabric, their weight and softness reached me. My fantasy exploded. I wanted those breasts buried against my face, wanted to suck her nipples. But reality was only her hand. It moved slowly up and down, gentle yet sure. Skin slid against skin, her palm's warmth surrounding me. Clear fluid seeped from the tip, wetting her fingers. Wet sounds filled the room. The scent of summer sweat mingled in the air, thickening it. My vision blurred; I saw the valley between her breasts sway, deep shadows and sweat-glistened skin. I almost reached out but stopped. For a virgin like me, this was the limit.

"Does it feel good? Harder?" Riko's voice whispered sweetly. Her hand sped up, grip tightening, thumb circling the tip. My body trembled. Pleasure pooled in my lower abdomen, ready to burst. "Riko... I'm..." I gasped, placing a hand on her shoulder. I touched her uniform, feeling softness beneath the stiff fabric. The swell of her breast met my fingertips. Fantasy would not stop. I wanted to squeeze those enormous breasts, feel their weight in my palms. Yet she continued stroking, vigorously and tenderly. My hips lifted on their own. Breathing ragged, sweat trailed down my forehead. Her perfume filled my nose; her red lips shone in my vision. "Go ahead and finish," she whispered at my ear. Unable to hold back, I reached climax. Heat pulsed into her hand. She squeezed and milked every drop. My body convulsed, then went limp.

Afterward, Riko gently wiped me with tissues. Her breasts still filled my view, the uniform buttons slightly loosened, the valley deeper. Catching my breath, I thanked her. "Thank you... that was incredible." She smiled. "Let's meet on a flight again. Our secret." She stood, left the room, and was gone. I collapsed onto the sofa, savoring the afterglow. My groin still felt warm, the memory of her hand lingering. The softness of those breasts, the touch I had felt. A virgin's heart stirred, a sweet ache spreading in my chest. Unforgettable. This secret encounter would fuel my fantasies forever. Outside, the summer sun grew stronger, and the next flight's departure neared. But my mind remained full of Riko's breasts.