Busty Therapist Oil Massage Cowgirl in Private Daytime Room

On a winter afternoon, the city was wrapped in a cold wind. In the office district where thin December sunlight filtered through, I sat at my desk as usual, squinting at the monitor's glow. Mio, a 32-year-old salaryman. The name was given on a whim by my mother, but now it was just another source of stress. Project deadlines, boss's scoldings, colleagues' gossip. For virgin me, there was no trace of a life outside work. At night, alone in my apartment, I only watched AV and let my fantasies expand. Today was the same, until a company welfare flyer caught my eye. 'Private Therapy Room – Body Massage to Heal Mind and Body.' I made a reservation during lunch. Curiosity or escape? I wasn't sure myself.

Snow began to drift outside. As I walked with my coat on, my breath froze white. The therapy room was in the building's basement. The elevator descended to soft lighting and the scent of aromatherapy welcoming me. After giving my name at reception, I was guided right away. The private room was small but warmly heated, making the cold outside feel like a lie. A bed-like massage table sat in the center, surrounded by curtains. Candlelight flickered on the walls, and gentle BGM played. Nervous, I took off my coat and changed into the provided paper underwear. My heart pounded like a bell. What was virgin me expecting here?

A knock sounded, and the therapist entered. Seren, her name tag read. She wore a tight black uniform with her black hair in a ponytail. She looked to be in her late twenties. Her gentle smile eased my tension a little when our eyes met. But what held my gaze even more was her chest. Beneath the uniform, her ample bust swayed with each breath. Huge breasts. Soft yet firm silhouettes like nothing I'd seen outside AV. I quickly looked away. My face grew hot. Fantasies crossed my mind. Thinking such things here made me the worst.

"Hello, Mio. I'm Seren. Let's relax your tired body today. First, tell me about yourself."

Her voice was soft and clear like winter snow. Lying face down on the bed, I spoke haltingly about work stress, loneliness, even being a virgin—somehow the truth slipped out. Seren listened quietly, occasionally murmuring "That must be tough." The moment her hand touched my shoulder, warmth spread through me. My senses sharpened. The room air was warm, with a faint lavender scent drifting.

The massage began. She first dripped warmed oil onto my back. The slippery liquid spread across my skin. Pleasant heat seeped into my cold winter body. Seren's hands slid from shoulders to neck. Her fingertips glided, loosening the muscles. The oil's slip stimulated my nerves. "You're tense here. Desk work every day?" Her voice echoed near my ear. Her breath was slightly sweet. I could only nod. Fantasies swelled. What if her breasts touched my back? That soft sensation sliding slick with oil. I shook my head to dispel it. But I couldn't suppress it.

Her hands gradually moved lower. Along the spine to the waist. Oil pooled at the hip bones as her fingers pressed in. My body grew hot. For virgin me, this was no ordinary massage. Sexual tension built. I could hear Seren's breathing. The sound of her uniform rubbing. At the edge of my vision, her silhouette appeared. Her huge breasts swayed as she leaned forward. I held my breath and endured.

"Please turn over now."

Prompted by her voice, I flipped over. The paper underwear stretched tight, and I could feel my lower body reacting. Embarrassed, I closed my eyes. Seren dripped more oil, this time from chest to abdomen. Her hands slid. The slippery sensation crawled over my skin. Fingertips traced around my nipples. Intentional? No, professional technique. But my fantasies wouldn't stop. I wanted her breasts to touch my body. Those oil-glistening huge breasts sliding over my skin. Just imagining it made my lower body painfully hard.

Seren's hands massaged my abdomen then moved to my thighs. Electricity ran each time her fingers touched my inner thighs. Her face drew close, mixing with the sweet scent of her perfume. Lavender and her body scent. I felt I was at my limit. "Seren... um..." Words caught. She smiled. "Relax. It's natural for your body to react honestly." That only accelerated my fantasies. Her huge breasts falling onto my chest. The soft, heavy, oil-slick sensation.

Suddenly came the sound of her uniform zipper descending. I opened my eyes and caught my breath. Seren had removed her top. Her fair skin exposed full breasts. D-cup, maybe E. Pale pink areolas with perky tips. She applied oil to herself, making them gleam. In the winter room, her skin glowed warmly. "Mio, today we'll add special mind healing too. Let's release your trauma." Her voice whispered.

My heart felt ready to explode. Virgin me in this situation. Seren climbed onto the bed and pressed her body against my chest. Her huge breasts touched my skin. The slippery oil-slick sensation. The soft weight of flesh pressed down on me. Nipples brushed and slid across my chest. Warmth, slip, pressure. All my senses dominated by her. Sight: the valley of swaying breasts. Touch: slippery friction. Smell: oil mixed with her sweat. Hearing: her breaths and the wet sounds of skin. Even taste: imagining licking her skin in excitement.

"This feels like a dream..." I murmured. Seren smiled and reached for my paper underwear. Easily stripped away, my lower body exposed. Her huge breasts slid over my abdomen toward my groin. The oil's slip stimulated my hardened length. Enveloped in her cleavage, the slippery sensation wrapped around me. A titjob. My AV fantasy became reality. The soft flesh of her breasts squeezed me, waves of pleasure rippling with each slide. "Seren... I can't hold on..."

Her eyes gazed gently at me. "It's fine, Mio. Let's release it. I'll accept all your trauma." Saying that, Seren shifted into cowgirl position. Her intimate area touched me. Slippery with oil. Hot wetness invited me. Virgin me nodded, trembling. She lowered her hips. Slowly, surely taking me in. My length swallowed inside her. Warm, tight, mixing with slippery fluids. No pain. Only ecstasy.

Seren began moving her hips. Her huge breasts bounced up and down, glistening with oil. My hands naturally reached for her chest. Kneading. Soft, elastic, fingers sinking in. Pinching a nipple drew a moan. "Ah... Mio, gently..." As conversation intertwined, my mind wavered. Work stress, loneliness trauma. Virgin shame. All melted in this slippery union. Her movements quickened. Hip thrusts made wet sounds. Fluids mixed and ran down thighs. The winter room clouded with heat.

Climax approached. My fantasy peaked. Seren's huge breasts fell onto my face, sliding. The taste of oil mixed with sweat on my lips. Her breath ragged. "Mio, let's go... together..." With those words I couldn't hold back and came. Copiously, pulsing. The moment of losing my virginity. Fluids overflowed, the slippery sensation intensifying. Psychological release. Trauma flowed out with the hot wave. I poured everything into her. The afterglow of pleasure made my body tremble.

Seren slowly lifted off and lay beside me. Our oil-slick skin touched. Post-session counseling began. "How was it, Mio? Does your heart feel lighter?" I nodded, tears welling. "...Thank you. I've always been afraid of being touched by a woman. Trauma from a past heartbreak. But now... I feel healed." She gently took my hand. "I'm glad. That's what busty healing therapy is. The oil's slip melts walls between body and mind. Please come again."

The room's BGM flowed quietly as snow tapped the window. In that short winter daytime, my life changed. The sensation of Seren's breasts etched into memory. My steps back to work felt light, and my fantasies were no longer lonely. The afterglow of healing enveloped me.