Busty Runner's Soaked Chest Licked in Rainy Park

On a spring afternoon, the sky near noon suddenly began to cloud over. I'm Hachiro, a 32-year-old ordinary office worker. My weekend routine is jogging in this park every week. Today, as usual, I was running along the path with my running shoes clicking. It was the season when cherry blossom petals scatter, the trees were starting to show fresh green, and a pleasant breeze caressed my skin. I liked the feeling of sweat gradually seeping out and my T-shirt clinging to my body. The indescribable exhilaration of my heart rate rising blew away the stress of daily life.

But then the rain came suddenly. The drops that started falling sparsely quickly turned into a downpour. I hurried to a nearby bench and took shelter under a simple roof covered with leaves. My breath was ragged, and moist air filled my lungs. The smell of rain hit my nose and mixed with the dampness of the earth, spreading a unique earthy scent. The area was deserted, the trees rustled, and the distant bird calls were drowned out by the sound of the rain. The wood grain of the bench felt cold against my rear, giving a sense of reality. For me, a virgin, this lonely time was just a break. Opportunities to talk to women were almost nonexistent outside of work. My days were filled with nothing but imagination.

At that moment, I heard footsteps. A rhythmic running sound cutting through the rain. I looked up and caught my breath. A woman approaching from the other side—or perhaps a goddess? She was running in black leggings that fit her body and a white T-shirt soaked by the rain. She was about 160 centimeters tall, her short black hair plastered to her forehead from the rain, her cheeks flushed. But what caught my eye most was her chest. Those huge breasts—easily G-cup—had the rain-soaked T-shirt completely clinging to her skin, making even the lace pattern of her bra visible through it. The outline of her areolas faintly showed, and I could see her pinkish tips pushing against the fabric. My gaze was fixed. My heart pounded, and my groin began to throb with heat. This was something I'd only seen in adult videos, yet here it was right in front of me.

She—Sora, as I later learned her name—noticed the bench and came closer. Out of breath, she stopped and sat down next to me. The bench creaked, mixing with the rain. "Ah, taking shelter from the rain, huh? It started so suddenly." Her voice was bright, her smile cute. Up close, she looked to be in her late twenties. Her skin, wet with sweat and rain, glowed, and water droplets ran down her neck. Her scent reached me—a sweet-tart mix of sweat and lingering shampoo, the smell of a woman. I tried to look away in a panic but my eyes went back to her chest. The transparency was extreme. The fabric was semi-see-through, and every time her breasts swayed, my throat tightened.

"Yeah, it surprised me. Were you jogging?" I managed to squeeze out the words, trying to stay calm. As a virgin, I didn't know how to act in this situation. She nodded and lightly wrung out the hem of her T-shirt. Water dripped onto the bench, leaving a stain. "Yes, I'm Sora. I usually run here, but I let my guard down today. And you?" Her eyes looked straight at me. I answered, "I'm Hachiro. A runner too," and the conversation continued. As the rain grew heavier, the two of us naturally drew closer. Her body heat transferred, and the side of her soft breast nearly touched my arm. My heart raced, and my groin had grown painfully hard.

The conversation flowed. We discovered we shared a hobby in running and talked about training and the park scenery. But my gaze kept being drawn to her chest. Because the rain didn't stop, her T-shirt became even more transparent, and I could tell her nipples were standing erect. Whether she noticed or not, she occasionally made gestures to cover her chest, which only made it more erotic. Psychologically, I was caught in a whirlpool of excitement. For me, a virgin, this was a dream-like situation. My imagination swelled, and the urge to touch and lick her breasts became uncontrollable. The sound of the rain continued like background music, and the humidity made the air heavy. There was no one around, and the trees acted like a screen.

Eventually, she suddenly laughed. "Hey, Hachiro. My T-shirt is see-through, isn't it? I know you're looking." At her words, I blushed and tried to apologize. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to..." But she reached out and touched my shoulder. "It's fine. It's because of the rain... Actually, it's making my heart race a little. Being stared at by someone like you isn't so bad." Her voice lowered, and her eyes grew moist. My heart felt ready to explode. She slowly leaned in, pressing her breasts against my arm. Soft—unbelievably so. Through the cold, wet fabric, the warmth and elasticity of her breasts came through. I held my breath.

"Want to touch? No one's here, and the rain will cover any sound." At Sora's whisper, I couldn't resist and reached out. When I touched the T-shirt, the soaked fabric clung to my fingers. Her breasts were heavy and changed shape when squeezed. I felt the hardness of her nipples in my palm, and I trembled with excitement. "Ah... gently," her sweet voice escaped. Growing bolder, I lifted her T-shirt. Her exposed breasts—white skin with pink areolas spread wide, nipples glistening with raindrops. The scent was strong. The damp smell of sweat and rain, a faint sweet milky aroma. I brought my face closer and stuck out my tongue. At first hesitantly, I touched her nipple. Salty—the taste of rain and sweat mixed, lingering on my tongue. Her body twitched in response. "Mm... that feels good," her moan dissolved into the rain.

I licked her hungrily. Flattening my tongue, I ran it over her entire breast. Her wet skin was smooth, and saliva mixed with rain, spreading a sticky moisture in my mouth. My sense of taste sharpened—the saltiness of sweat, the faint acidity of skin, the sweet-tart secretion left on her nipple tips. Even those unsanitary details excited me as a virgin. She pressed her breasts against my face, burying my nose in them. It was hard to breathe, and the moisture entered my lungs. Her hand held my head down. "Suck more..." she whispered. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. The chupa-chupa sounds mixed with the rain, and her moans grew louder. "Ahh, Hachiro... you're good at this." Her voice was sweet, tickling my ears.

Things escalated quickly. She reached for my groin and grabbed my hardness through my running pants. "Wow, it's so... a virgin?" At her words, I could only nod. It was embarrassing, but excitement won out. Her hand pulled down my pants and touched me directly. Cold raindrops fell on my lower body, creating a thrilling contrast with the hot flesh. Her fingers moved up and down, and I lifted my hips. Visually, her huge breasts swayed and brushed my face. Tactilely, there was the damp warmth of her palm and the slippery feel from the rain. Aurally, there was the pounding rain and her breathing. "Feeling good? Like my breasts?" The conversation turned erotic, and I gasped, "I love them... Sora."

Climax approached. She pulled me in for a deep kiss. Our lips met, raindrops mixing in, making wet smacking sounds. Tongues intertwined, and her saliva flowed into my mouth. The taste was sweet, tart, with a lingering scent of sweat. Our bodily fluids mixed, the sticky sensation felt in uncomfortable detail. I kept sucking her nipples while she played with my lower body, and my excitement peaked. As a virgin, I couldn't hold back and buried my face in her breasts, climaxing. Hot liquid spurted out, coating her hand. I collapsed to the ground, rain beating against my body. She fell too, covering me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, our wet skin rubbing together. We basked in the afterglow, only the sound of rain echoing.

We couldn't move for a while. Our breaths mingled, and the weight of her breasts felt pleasant. Psychologically, I felt changed. Losing my virginity—that reality soaked into my damp body. Sora smiled and whispered, "Let's run together again." The rain lightened, and cherry blossoms scattered in the park. My body was sticky with sweat, fluids, and rain—uncomfortable but filled with satisfaction. That taste, that moisture—an unforgettable experience.