Busty Stall Girl Paizuri at the Summer Night Market

Summer nights are always special. The muggy air clings to the skin, sweat trickling steadily down the back. As Ryoichi, I've headed out to the local night market again this year. For a virgin like me, festivals aren't just noise but a breeding ground for fantasies. Amid the girls in yukata and bursts of laughter, I always spin erotic scenarios in my mind. Today is no different. I'm a twenty-five-year-old unremarkable salaryman who's never had a girlfriend. The night market serves as the stage for my modest escape.

The night market was already bustling. The moment I stepped through the entrance, the greasy scent of yakisoba tickled my nose, mingling with the sweet aroma of cotton candy, stimulating both appetite and excitement. The crowd was so dense that shoulders bumped constantly, orange lantern light illuminating the path while children's cheers and stall calls filled the ears. I walked with a plastic bag in hand, munching on candied apples. The sweet-tart flavor spread in my mouth, lifting my spirits a little. But that wasn't enough. My eyes naturally searched for women, especially those with large breasts. The fate of a virgin, I suppose.

Then one stall caught my eye. A takoyaki stall where a woman with black hair in a ponytail, wearing a short yukata, busily flipped the iron plate. I later learned her name was Kira. Her yukata was loosely worn, her chest full and ample, the cleavage swaying each time she cooked. My gaze locked on. Huge... no, beyond just big breasts. Those melon-like mounds pushed up the fabric, stirring my imagination. Her slightly damp skin gleamed in the lantern light, heat rising in my groin.

"Welcome! Fresh takoyaki, piping hot!"

Kira's voice cut brightly through the noise. Unable to resist, I approached. While waiting in line, I stole glances at her movements. The sizzling iron plate and savory soy scent of takoyaki mixed, making my stomach growl. But another hunger dominated now. A virgin like me shouldn't have the courage to speak to a beauty met at a place like this, yet my mouth moved naturally.

"Um, one order please. ...You look busy."

She turned, smiling at me. Our eyes met and my heart thumped. Kira's eyes were slightly upturned, her makeup light and naturally cute. Her lips shone with pink gloss and sweat.

"Yeah, summer night markets are always like this! Hot, the griddle and the body both. Glad a handsome guy like you came by. I'll give you extra sauce as a bonus."

Handsome? Me? That couldn't be, yet her words warmed my cheeks. My hand trembled as I received the takoyaki, the hot skewer nearly burning my fingers. Amid the smell of melted cheese, I apologized in a rush.

"Thank you... Um, what's your name? I'm Ryoichi."

"I'm Kira! Nice to meet you, Ryoichi. Enjoying the night market? It's busy every day, but I love the festival energy."

The conversation flowed. While cooking takoyaki, she answered my questions one after another. She had dropped out of university to help with the family stall, which only appeared at night markets during summer. As I ate, the hot filling filled my mouth while I stole glances at her chest. The swaying cleavage with each reply dominated my view. Mentally I was already panicking. Virgin excitement raced through me, sweat refusing to stop. Comically, my own smitten state would be laughable if viewed from outside. Yet a romantic premonition stirred. The market noise amplified our talk like background music.

Losing track of time, I returned to the stall repeatedly. After finishing one order I'd speak to her, and when the line thinned I'd queue again. Kira laughed along with my lame jokes. When she asked, "Ryoichi, you have a baby face. Got a girlfriend?" I shook my head, blushing. "No... I've never met anyone like you, Kira." The honest words slipped out. She chuckled, "Then maybe tonight's the fated meeting!" teasing back. My heart lifted. The festival heat and crowd seemed to push me forward.

Eventually the peak passed and closing time neared. The clock passed eleven, the crowd thinning though still present. Sweat glistened on Kira's forehead, her yukata neckline slightly disheveled, drawing my gaze further. After serving the last customer and beginning cleanup, I gathered courage.

"Kira, could we talk a bit after closing? The back area is fine..."

She looked surprised but smiled. "Heh, Ryoichi, you're forward. Sure, wait a moment. Just don't let the family notice."

My heart felt ready to burst. The back area? The dimly lit alley behind the market? My fantasy becoming reality. A virgin's hands trembled with excitement. She lowered the shutter, led me through the thinning crowd. Voices faded, replaced by insect chirps and distant fireworks. The back was a narrow alley stacked with scrap and empty boxes, the scent of damp earth lingering. A slight cool summer breeze dried our sweat.

Kira leaned against the wall, adjusting her yukata hem. "Quiet here, right? Still lively over there." Indeed, laughter and music leaked from beyond the alley. That distant bustle highlighted our secret. An unexpected turn—meeting amid the crowd yet alone in this hidden spot. My breathing grew heavy.

"Kira, your chest... no, I shouldn't say that. Sorry, I'm worked up."

She widened her eyes but smiled kindly. "Oh, Ryoichi, honest. Actually, I like pure guys like you. Festival energy makes me a little bold... Want a special service?"

Special service? My mind went blank. Kira slowly loosened her yukata neckline, revealing her large breasts. Faint lantern light illuminated her pale skin. Soft yet firm mounds swayed before me. Pink areolas, tips slightly firm. My vision narrowed, breath caught. Just imagining the touch made me painfully hard.

"You can touch. Gently though. First time for you, virgin?"

Her voice was sweet, whispering in my ear. I nodded and reached out. The moment fingertips met skin, softness spread through my body. Warm, elastic, damp with sweat clinging to my fingers. I caressed and squeezed; Kira let out a small moan. "Ah... Ryoichi, you're good." That voice pushed my excitement higher. Comically, my knees shook so badly I could barely stand.

She pressed me against the wall and knelt. Pulling down my pants, she freed my heated length. Cool night air touched it, making it twitch. Kira's large breasts enveloped me. Paizuri... a dreamlike sensation. Soft, warm, wrapped in her cleavage. Her skin slid, sweat and my precum acting as lubricant. Visually, the swell of her chest hid me completely, waves rippling with each movement. Aurally, her breathing and the wet sound of flesh. Olfactorily, her scent—sweet sweat and faint soap. Even taste: excitement dried my mouth.

"How's that? Feel good? Such a service on festival night... our secret."

Her words inflamed me further. Panting, I said, "Kira, amazing... hot and soft... can't hold back." Comically, my voice cracked, virgin obvious. She laughed and quickened the pace. The pressure built waves of pleasure, distant market noise underscoring our secrecy. The crowd was right there yet this was our world. Romantic heat colored the summer night.

Climax arrived suddenly. Kira's movements intensified, pushing me over the edge. "I'm coming...!" At my cry she whispered, "It's fine, let it all out." White spurted across her chest. Hot release shook my body; I slumped against the wall. Vision blurred, breath ragged. Kira gently wiped and fixed her yukata. "Heh, Ryoichi, you were cute. Glad we made your first memory."

The afterglow was sweet and poignant. We talked a little in the alley. She smiled, "Come back next year's night market." I nodded, residual heat lingering as I returned to the crowd. The market energy now felt gentle. The night I lost my virginity, wrapped by busty Kira's summer memory. Comically my steps wobbled, yet my heart was full. Fireworks echoed distantly, lighting a new flame in my chest. Surely next time I'll be bolder.