Busty Clerk Fingers Me in the Autumn Used Bookstore Backroom

It's an autumn evening.

Outside, it's gradually getting darker, the time when the city's streetlights start to dimly light up.

As usual, I stopped by the used bookstore on my way home from work.

I'm an office worker in my early thirties, living a life of desk work every day.

Reading books is my only pleasure.

This used bookstore is a small shop on the outskirts of town.

It has a dusty smell, and the scent of old book pages wafts through the air.

Autumn wind comes in from the window, and I can hear the sound of leaves.

The store is quiet, with almost no customers.

I headed to the reading corner in the back.

There, the shelves are dense, narrow, and a bit like a maze.

Perfect for searching for books.

Today, I was also looking for a rare novel.

I took off my heavy coat and peered into the shelves.

(Ah, this smell. It calms me down.)

Suddenly, I bumped into someone.

A thud sound.

My face hit something soft.

Huh?

It was a chest.

A woman's, huge chest.

It's the clerk, Eri.

She's a regular clerk at the used bookstore, probably in her late twenties.

She's always smiling and recommends books to customers.

But today, bumping into her like this.

Her chest pressed perfectly against my cheek.

Soft, warm, bouncy.

And incredibly large.

F-cup, or more?

The uniform blouse is stretched tight.

The cleavage is deep, buttons look like they'll pop off.

I hurriedly step back.

"S-sorry!"

Eri smiles and shakes her head.

"No, it's fine. Customer, you came all the way to the back, huh.

It's narrow here, right? Did you bump into my chest?"

Her voice echoes gently.

The light of the autumn dusk shines through the gaps in the shelves, illuminating her chest.

Through the white blouse, the lace of her bra seems visible.

My heart pounds.

(Dangerous, I've never seen it this close. Too big...)

Eri returns a book to the shelf while talking to me.

"What are you looking for? I'm Eri.

I've worked here about five years. I love old books."

I introduce myself even without a name tag.

"I'm Tetsu. Office worker, books are my hobby.

I was searching for novels in this corner..."

The conversation flows.

Autumn wind enters from outside, and the sound of turning pages can be heard.

Eri is bright and good at talking.

Her chest sways with every movement.

I try to look away but can't help staring.

(What would it feel like to touch such huge breasts? So soft.)

The store is nearly closing.

No other customers.

Eri suddenly takes my hand.

"Come this way. I'll show you books in the private reading corner.

It's quiet with the door locked."

Huh?

My heart leaps.

The reading corner is a small space deep among the shelves.

Two chairs and a table.

An old lamp glows warmly.

On this autumn evening, the air inside feels heavy.

We sit there.

Eri spreads open a book.

But my eyes are fixed on her chest.

She seems to notice and smiles.

"You bumped into my chest earlier, didn't you?

I don't mind. Actually, it made my heart race."

I'm at a loss for words.

(Really? This feels like a dream.)

Eri places her hand on my knee.

Warm hand.

Hot against the cool autumn air.

"Tetsu, your face is red. You really love books.

I might like touching too..."

Her fingers slowly trace my thigh.

My crotch reacts immediately.

My cock hardens inside my pants.

As a virgin, I've only imagined situations like this.

(Dangerous, I'm getting too excited, my head's spinning.)

Eri's chest approaches over the table.

She leans closer.

Her blouse opens slightly, revealing deep cleavage.

"Interested in these? They're F-cup.

Want to touch?"

I can only nod.

My hand trembles as it touches her breast.

Soft.

Squishy, fingers sink in.

Heavy.

Eri lets out a breath.

"Mmm... gently."

I rub them eagerly.

Even over the bra, the shape is clear.

The breasts sway like waves.

(So big, warm, amazing... breast heaven.)

Her eyes gleam seductively.

The evening lamp dyes her skin orange.

The autumn scent mixes and sweetens.

Eri unzips my pants.

"Tetsu, you're hard.

I'll use my hand."

My heart feels ready to explode.

My cock springs out.

Hard, tip wet.

Her hand gently grips it.

Warm palm.

Slowly moves up and down.

(Ah, a handjob. First time in reality.)

But my mind fills with fantasies.

Imagining even more erotic things.

Eri presses her chest closer.

Huge breasts touch my arm.

"Feel it more. Does my hand feel good?"

Her fingers rub the glans.

Slippery sensation.

My breathing grows ragged.

Haa haa.

Strange breaths escape.

(As a virgin, I might come from this.)

Eri laughs.

"Cute. Hold on a little longer."

Her hand speeds up.

Gripping the base, stroking firmly.

I can't hold back and lift my hips.

But she stops.

"Wait. Now touch me here."

Eri hikes up her skirt.

Panties visible.

White, slightly damp.

"I want you to finger me."

My fingers touch her panties.

Warm, moist.

The shape of her pussy clear.

Soft folds.

Trembling, I insert a finger.

Nupu, inside.

Hot.

Eri moans.

"Ahh... Tetsu, you're good."

But I'm a virgin.

I only know from imagination.

I move my finger roughly.

Search for the clit, rub it.

Her body twitches.

Huge breasts shake violently.

I remove her blouse, unhook the bra.

Breasts pop out.

Pink nipples erect.

F-cup massive breasts.

Slightly sagging from gravity, but erotic.

I take a nipple in my mouth.

Suck chu pa chu pa.

So absorbed it feels like milk might come out.

(Breasts look delicious. Want to suck forever.)

Eri grips my cock again.

Now with both hands.

One strokes, the other massages the balls.

"Tetsu, your cock is hot.

Finger me harder."

My finger stirs deep inside her pussy.

Guchu guchu sounds echo.

In the quiet autumn store.

Her juices coat my hand.

Sticky.

Erotic scent spreads.

Wind enters from the evening window, cool.

But our bodies are hot.

Eri's breathing turns ragged.

"Haa... ah, there, good!"

My finger searches for the G-spot.

Imagining, I press.

Her huge breasts press against my face.

Soft wall of flesh.

Buried so deep I can't breathe.

Fuga fuga.

Strange sounds escape.

(Drowning. Sea of breasts.)

Her hand strokes my cock vigorously.

Precum overflows.

Glans swollen red.

Throbbing.

"Coming... Eri!"

"Let's come together."

Eri grinds her hips.

Squeezing my finger with her pussy.

Hot inner walls.

I can't hold back and ejaculate.

Byu, byu.

Thick semen splatters on her hand.

White, sticky.

Eri also trembles in climax.

Juices squirt from her pussy.

Coating my hand.

Breathless.

Autumn evening, the store quiets.

Lamp light illuminates our bodies.

Scent of sweat mixes with books.

Eri smiles.

"Tetsu, that was amazing.

Come again. My breasts will be waiting."

I nod.

My cock still twitching.

Semen stains my underwear.

She wipes her hand, fixes her clothes.

Tucks huge breasts into the blouse.

But the shape remains obvious.

We leave the store.

Outside it's already dark.

Autumn wind cold.

But my body stays hot.

(That wasn't a dream. I really got fingered.)

After that, I started visiting the used bookstore regularly.

Just remembering Eri's huge breasts, I masturbate every night.

Gripping my cock, imagining.

The feel of her pussy, the warmth of her fingering.

But in reality I'm still a virgin.

She might just be a playmate.

As autumn deepens, I go to the store again.

Waiting in the back corner.

Imagining her breasts swaying.

Excitement won't stop.

That evening memory drives me wild.

Drowning in the temptation of huge breasts.

Even now, erotic fantasies continue deep among the books.

(Ah, Eri. Want to touch again. Breasts, fingering, everything.)

In the dusty air of the store, my breathing grows heavy.

Autumn night arrives quietly.

But my heart burns hot.

Eri's hand unforgettable.

Soft, sticky sensation.

Cock throbbing, pussy clenching.

All vividly returns.

For this virgin, such an experience is a treasure.

Though maybe a bit embarrassing.

Strange breathing, sucking nipples eagerly.

A secret story no one knows.

An erotic event in the back of the used bookstore.

That's my autumn memory.

Even now, it hardens my cock.

Every night, remembering, I jerk off.

The pleasure of the busty clerk's handjob.

Dizzying, exciting memory.

Endless swirl of fantasy.

The feel of burying my face in Eri's cleavage.

Weight of soft flesh, sweet scent.

Hardness of nipples, taste in my mouth.

All vivid.

Pussy entrance, folds spread by fingers.

Pink, slippery.

When I pinched and rubbed her clit, her moan.

"Ahh, Tetsu, there!"

Voice lingers in my ears.

The moment my cock was wrapped in her palm.

Skin friction, hot pulse.

Clear fluid drips from the tip.

Her finger traces the urethral opening.

Shivers.

Balls gently massaged.

Inside aches.

Climax moment, semen spurts byururu.

Clings stickily to her hand.

White threads.

Eri gestures as if licking it off.

Too erotic, mind goes blank.

Afterward, I fantasize about sliding my cock between her huge breasts.

Paizuri.

Buried in the soft valley.

Moving up and down.

Breast flesh presses my cock.

Nipples touch my stomach.

Imagining slippery lotion added.

But reality ended with the handjob.

That alone was enough.

Shocking for this virgin.

Autumn used bookstore, back reading corner.

That evening, eternal memory.

Now, I'm heading to the store again.

Eri might be waiting.

Want to grope those huge breasts.

Want to stir her pussy with fingers.

Want her hand stroking my cock.

Excitement can't be contained.

Haa haa, breathing heavy.

Strange me, strange story.

But true.

Busty handjob, bookish excitement.

Deep in autumn, erotic secret.

It changed my life.

Or maybe not.

Just an extension of fantasy.

But the felt sensations were real.

Warm, wet, soft.

Unforgettable.

Eri's F-cup massive breasts.

Heavy, swaying, inviting me.

Handjob rhythm, cock twitching.

Pussy guchu guchu.

All clear.

Autumn wind caresses my cheek.

The store comes into view.

Again, today too.

Waiting in the back.

My perverted desires.

Virgin's raw touch.

This is my story.