Busty Acquaintance's Seductive Gaze Leads to Intense Handjob on Typhoon Night

Typhoon nights always stir my heart. As a weather forecaster's assistant, I, Daiki, am sensitive to the signs of approaching storms. At the end of summer this year, when forecasts predicted a typhoon striking Honshu directly, I found myself holed up alone in my apartment in the city center. Outside it was already pitch dark, with wind pounding the windows and rain lashing loudly. The power might go out, and my emergency supplies were low. With no other choice, I called a nearby acquaintance to ask for shelter. That acquaintance was Sophia. As a graphic artist, we had only met a few times at industry events. A bit younger than me in my mid-twenties, she had a bright smile that left an impression, though I did not know her well. When I called, she surprisingly agreed right away. "It's fine, Daiki. My place is old but sturdy, so come over." Sophia's voice was soft even over the phone, easing my tension a little. Stepping outside with an umbrella, the wind pushed against me and rain stung my face. Along the way, streetlights swayed and shadows danced while sirens wailed in the distance. By the time I reached her old house, I was soaked through. Sophia opening the door exceeded my expectations. She stood in a simple T-shirt and shorts, lit by the soft glow of the room. Her chest immediately drew my eyes. Those curves could not be contained by ordinary clothing. I guessed G-cup at least, maybe more. The deep cleavage pushed up the fabric, softly swaying. Her youthful face and black hair in a ponytail made her look like someone I wanted to protect, yet the volume of her breasts overrode everything. Not ruined it, but pinned my gaze completely. (What would those huge breasts feel like up close? Touching them would surely sink in softly…) I quickly looked away, but my heart pounded like a drum. "Wow, you're drenched. Come in, hurry!" Sophia laughed and welcomed me inside. The house was surprisingly spacious with the scent of old wood. Past the living room, she led me to a small back room used for shelter. It held only a simple bed and lamp, with the typhoon's roar audible from the window. "Sleep here. If the power goes out, it will be scary but we'll get through it together." She handed me a towel and sat beside me. The distance was close. Because of that, her breasts entered my view again. The T-shirt fabric was thin, with the lace of her bra faintly visible. (Seeing such huge breasts this near, there is no way my cock would not react…) At first we talked normally. About the typhoon, about work. I boasted a little about behind-the-scenes weather forecasting. Sophia listened with sparkling eyes. Her graphic art often featured weather patterns as motifs. "Your job is cool, Daiki. Predicting storms is like peeking into the future." Her words made me feel shy. The wind outside grew stronger, rattling the window glass. Rain sounds filled the room and thunder rumbled far away. The lamp was the only light, casting long shadows. In that setting, Sophia's gaze changed, wrapping around me. It happened during a pause in conversation. As she lifted a glass to drink, her breasts shifted slightly and my eyes naturally followed. Sophia had noticed. Smiling, her eyes captured me. In the dim room her gaze was heated. Inviting, sweet. (What is this look… my heart might stop. Does she know I am staring at her huge breasts? But I cannot stop…) I tried to look away but Sophia leaned closer. "Aren't you cold, Daiki? Come nearer." Her voice was low, her breath close. Her scent was soap and a hint of sweet shampoo. My arm nearly brushed her shoulder. Time seemed to stop. Typhoon winds shook the room while our breaths mingled. Sophia's gaze slowly slid down my chest. Then she looked up at me again. Her eyes reflected the swell of her breasts. (She is inviting me, right? Is a virgin like me mistaken? No, her eyes are clearly saying 'Look, touch'…) Unable to resist, I stared at her chest. Beneath the T-shirt, her G-cup breasts rose and fell. The peaks pressed lightly against the fabric. Sophia let out a soft breath and placed my hand on her knee. "Typhoons are scary… but being like this calms me." Her fingers intertwined with mine. Warm and soft. Thunder cracked outside, briefly lighting the room. In that flash her breast contours stood out sharply. Ordinary conversation ended there. Everything else was swept into an erotic whirlpool. Sophia's gaze moved to my crotch. My cock was already hard. Straining painfully against my pants. (This is bad, getting an erection here. It is because of her huge breasts… just imagining those curves makes my cock twitch.) She had noticed. Slowly she reached out. Fingertips stroked my thigh. "Daiki, are you nervous?" Her voice was sweet, her gaze entwining. I could only nod. Her fingers moved upward. Tracing the shape of my cock over my pants. Gently, slowly. "Ah… Sophia…" My voice trembled. Outside the wind howled and rain intensified. The storm's tension pressed on my mind. Sophia smiled and unzipped my fly. In the dark room the lamp light illuminated her huge breasts. She lifted her T-shirt slightly, revealing cleavage. Deep, soft valley. (I want to bury my face in those huge breasts… if she gave me a slippery paizuri, I would come right away.) Her hand slipped inside my underwear. Directly touching my cock. Her warm palm wrapped around my hardened length. "Hehe, so hard already. Cute, Daiki." Her fingers moved from base to tip. Stroking slowly. Her thumb circled the ridge. I breathed heavily, staring at her breasts. They swayed with her movements. I could see her nipples hardening beneath the fabric. Her gaze dominated everything. Sophia's eyes held me captive. "Watch… look into my eyes." She whispered while quickening her hand. My cock skin grew wet with her saliva. She licked her fingers and spread the moisture over me. The slippery sensation. Her handjob rhythm matched the typhoon winds, growing intense. "Ngh… Sophia, it feels good…" I moaned. (A virgin like me getting a handjob from such a beautiful woman. This must be a dream. But precum is leaking from my tip… this is real.) Her other hand touched her own breasts. Squeezing the huge mounds over her T-shirt. The G-cup volume overflowed between her fingers. The way she pinched her nipples pinned my gaze. "Daiki, do you like my breasts?" Her eyes invited. I nodded and reached for her chest. She gave a small nod to my seeking gaze. My fingers slipped under her T-shirt. Touching her bra, sinking into the valley. Soft, warm flesh. (So big… these huge breasts could swallow my whole arm… the weight feels heavy in my hand.) Sophia moaned and continued the handjob. Veins stood out on my cock as her fingers pressed them. Precum overflowed from the tip, wetting her hand. Only rain and our breathing filled the room. Thunder flashed, illuminating our bodies. In that moment her huge breasts were exposed. She shifted her bra, revealing pink nipples. Large and plump. I could not hold back and pinched one. "Haa… there, that feels good." Her voice was sweet and her hand sped up. The handjob torment began. Her fingers rubbed the sensitive underside. Lightly scratching with her nail. Pleasure bordering on pain. (Ah, this handjob will not stop. Her gaze is trying to make me come.) Sophia's eyes gleamed seductively. She pressed her huge breasts against my chest and brought the valley near my face. The scent was sweet and tangy. The softness of her breasts touched my cheek. "Look more at my breasts…" The visual seduction reached its peak. I stared. The urge to take a nipple in my mouth. Yet I had to focus on the handjob. Her thumb ground against the head. Fluid dripped from the slit. "Sophia… I cannot hold on…" My hips lifted. Climax arrived suddenly. As typhoon winds peaked and the room shook. Sophia's hand stroked vigorously. Wrapping my entire cock, moving up and down. Wet sounds mixed with the rain. (Coming… getting made to come by handjob in front of these huge breasts… a virgin's fantasy became reality.) Our gazes locked, my strained face reflected in her eyes. "Come, Daiki… in my hand." Those words triggered the explosion. My cock pulsed and thick semen spurted out. White fluid splashed across her palm. Hot and sticky. One spurt, two, three… it would not stop. I moaned and pressed against her huge breasts. Their softness enveloped the afterglow. Afterward Sophia gently wiped my cock and smiled. "Hehe, that was intense, like the typhoon." The wind outside weakened and rain fell quietly. We lay on the bed, exchanging glances. Her huge breasts rose and fell with each breath. (This night with Sophia. An unforgettable memory for a virgin like me. Next time, more…) The typhoon passed by dawn, yet the storm in my heart continued. My relationship with her seemed to shift after that night. But that is another story.