Busty Colleague Drunk at Midnight Bar: Face Buried in Her Cleavage

On a spring night when the evening breeze felt slightly chilly, my name is Daisuke, a 28-year-old salesman. Today, overtime ran long again, and I left the company office after 10 PM. The neon lights of the city were lively, and as I headed toward the station on my usual route to rest my tired body, a voice called out from the shadow of a building.

"Daisuke! Wait up—come over here!"

When I turned around, there was Ayaka. She was a designer on the same project team, a 25-year-old who was always cheerful and popular around the office. Especially her figure was a frequent topic among the men. Her slim body was accentuated by breasts well over a D-cup. Today she wore a light spring blouse, and I noticed her chest sway gently with each step. As a virgin, I was sensitive to that part of women. Ayaka's breasts had been the subject of my fantasies many times, but in reality we rarely had chances to talk. Sales and design didn't overlap much.

"Ayaka? What's going on at this hour?"

She approached with a slight stagger and grabbed my arm. A sweet scent of alcohol drifted over. It seemed she was on her way home after drinking.

"The project wrapped up, right? Good work! I had a few drinks, but it's lonely at the bar alone. Want to join me, Daisuke? There's a nice spot nearby. Let's feel the spring night breeze and have just one drink!"

I had no reason to refuse, and being invited by Ayaka felt lucky. I nodded and followed her. The late-night bar 'Moonlight' in the city was a hidden spot in the basement of a building. Cherry blossom petals from spring were scattered at the entrance, giving it a romantic feel. Inside, jazz played in the background, and the dim lighting created a moody atmosphere. We sat at the counter, ordered beer for me and a cocktail for her. The scent of alcohol tickled my nose, and the sound of glasses clinking felt pleasant.

"Today was tough, Daisuke. The client's revision requests went until midnight."

Ayaka spoke while swirling her glass. Her voice was slightly slurred, and her cheeks were flushed. She's drunk, I thought. I took a sip of beer, feeling the bitterness slide down my throat.

"Yeah, your design was so good they got greedy. Maybe my sales pitch helped too?"

"Yeah, yeah! You're reliable, Daisuke. Tell me more. Hey, another round!"

The conversation grew lively, and time flew by. After the second and third drinks, Ayaka's eyes became glassy. Her blouse buttons had loosened a bit, revealing glimpses of her cleavage. It was a deep valley. Her pale skin glowed under the lights, looking soft, and my gaze was naturally drawn there. My heart started pounding, and I quickly looked away at my beer. For a virgin like me, just seeing such large breasts up close was enough to make excitement hard to contain. Her breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol, occasionally brushed my ear. The blend of sweet perfume and liquor made my head spin.

"Hehe, Daisuke, your face is red. Did you get drunk?"

Ayaka laughed and leaned against my shoulder. My body stiffened at the sudden contact. Her shoulder touched mine, transmitting a soft sensation. Then, as she shifted slightly, my head naturally moved closer to her chest. The deep cleavage spread before my eyes. The lace edge of her bra peeked out, and the bottom of the valley was dark and mysterious like a shadow. The warmth of the spring night came from her skin. I caught my breath. I tried to pull back to resist, but Ayaka laughed and wrapped her arm around my neck.

"Come on, don't run away. Daisuke, come closer. Here, you can lean in."

Her voice was sweet and a little husky from the alcohol. My face drew nearer to her cleavage. The soft feel of her breasts touched my cheek. It was warm and elastic. The scent of alcohol grew stronger, filling my nostrils with the smell of liquor-soaked skin. I panicked. A virgin like me in such an erotic situation... I thought "Is this a dream?" in my head, but it was real. Her breasts were heavy, pressing gently around my face. The sweat and moist alcohol scent from the valley stirred my excitement. My breathing grew rough, and heat spread through my lower body.

"Ayaka, this is... a bit much. There are people around..."

I resisted in a small voice, but she only chuckled. At the edge of the counter in the dim light, it wasn't noticeable, and the staff didn't seem to notice either. Her breasts pressed further, the softness of them compressing my cheeks. The cleavage was deep, almost burying my face. I tried desperately to steady my breathing, but the sweet scent of her breasts mixed with alcohol made my head hazy. My excitement peaked, and I could no longer resist. I had no choice but to lose myself in her large breasts.

By the time we left the bar, Ayaka was clinging to my arm as we walked. The spring night breeze was cool, and cherry blossom petals danced around us as we hailed a taxi. Sitting side by side in the back seat, she soon rested her head on my shoulder. The smell of the leather seats mixed with her body scent. While the driver's radio voice sounded distant, Ayaka's hand touched my thigh.

"Daisuke, today was fun. Can I... touch more?"

At her whisper, I could only nod. Her intoxicated fingers slid under my shirt, stroking my chest. Unable to hold back, I reached for her blouse. Unbuttoning one revealed a black lace bra. Her large breasts looked ready to spill out, and I touched them gently. They were soft and warm. The sensation of my fingers sinking in made me, a virgin, tremble. She let out a small moan and kissed my neck. Her lips tasted of alcohol, sweet. The taxi's sway emphasized our erotic contact. My hand traced her cleavage, sinking fingers into the valley. Her sweat-dampened skin was smooth, leaving a trace of alcohol moisture on my fingertips.

"Mmm... Daisuke, you're gentle. Touch harder..."

Ayaka's voice was sweet, and in my excitement I unhooked her bra. In the taxi's darkness, her large breasts were freed. They sagged slightly from gravity, which was erotic in its own way. I leaned in, running my lips over her nipples. Her body twitched in response, and a moan escaped. The driver didn't seem to notice, but my heart felt ready to explode. The taste of her breasts was salty, infused with the scent of liquor. I sucked and licked fervently, drowning in her large breasts.

By the time we reached home, we were at our limit. My apartment was close to the station. In the elevator, Ayaka clung to me, repeating kisses. The quiet of the spring night highlighted our breathing. Once inside the room, we collapsed onto the bed. I stripped off her clothes, and her bare large breasts appeared before me. Pink nipples stood on her pale skin. With virgin excitement, I embraced her with trembling hands.

"Ayaka, I... this is my first time..."

"It's okay, Daisuke. Slowly. I'll lead..."

She smiled and pushed me down. Her large breasts fell onto my chest, the pressure pleasant. Her hand freed my lower body, spreading a hot sensation. The night grew intense; I buried my face in her cleavage again and again, kneading her breasts. Moans echoed through the room, filled with the scent of sweat and alcohol. At the climax, gripping her large breasts, I reached my first pleasure. My body trembled, her skin's warmth enveloping me.

Afterward, lying in bed, Ayaka gently stroked my head. The breeze from the spring window cooled our sweat-dampened bodies. Her breasts still touched my arm, the afterglow sweet.

"Hehe, Daisuke, you were cute. Let's drink again sometime."

I nodded, thinking to myself. I couldn't believe such a night had come. The night I lost my virginity, filled with the temptation of large breasts and memories of alcohol, would never be forgotten.