Busty Fortune Teller Touches My Crotch on the Twilight Bridge

I am Yuji, a data entry worker in my early thirties. My job is nothing but a dull routine of punching numbers into the same desk every day. On an autumn evening after work, I was walking through my usual neighborhood. The sky was dyed orange, and the wind had started to turn a little chilly.

I arrived in front of the old suspension bridge. The sound of the river echoed from below, and fallen leaves crunched under my feet. This bridge is a local landmark, supposedly a longtime meeting spot for lovers. But that has nothing to do with someone like me who never gets any attention. I do not even have a girlfriend; lately I have not had a proper conversation with anyone.

The moment I stepped onto the bridge, I heard a voice.

"Excuse me, do you have a moment?"

I turned around to see a stunningly beautiful woman standing there. She wore a long black coat, and the evening sun softly outlined her figure. She looked to be in her late twenties. Her long hair swayed in the wind, giving her a mysterious air. But what caught my eye most was her chest. Through the gap in her coat, her shirt was stretched tight. Those curves were definitely G-cup or larger. The soft, full cleavage swayed with every breath she took. My heart skipped a beat.

(Wow, they are huge… Having a beauty with breasts like that call out to me feels like a dream.)

She smiled and gently took my arm. At that instant, her breasts pressed softly against me. They were warm and yielding, and my crotch twitched in response.

"I am Mira, a freelance fortune teller. It is my habit to have destined people draw cards on this twilight bridge. You give off the scent of fate. Care to join me? It is free."

Mira’s voice was sweet and captivating. Normally I would have run away, but I gave in to the temptation of those huge breasts and nodded.

"Me? Well, I guess it is fine…"

On the bridge, Mira set up a small table and began laying out tarot cards. The wind lifted her coat, emphasizing her massive breasts again. The buttons on her shirt looked ready to pop. I could not look away, and my hands trembled with excitement.

"All right, would you draw one card? It is about your future love life."

I drew a card. Mira flipped it over and narrowed her eyes.

"Hehe, how interesting. The Lovers card appeared. It means a fateful encounter is right around the corner for you. Could it be me?"

Her words left my mind blank. Mira leaned closer, pressing her breasts firmly against my arm once more. The soft weight of them came through clearly, and my cock began to harden inside my pants.

(This is bad… I am getting hard right here. I want to touch those huge breasts.)

Mira’s eyes gleamed seductively as she suddenly glanced down at my crotch.

"You seem excited. Just like the card said, you are feeling this fateful meeting, are you not?"

The next moment, Mira’s hand gently stroked my crotch over my pants. Her fingers traced the shape slowly. As a virgin, I had only imagined being touched this way, and the pleasure shot through me like electricity.

"Ugh… wait…"

I moaned and leaned against the bridge railing. The sun was setting and the surroundings grew dim, yet Mira’s huge breasts still stood out brightly. Her hand did not stop, kneading and rubbing my crotch. Even through the fabric I could feel the tip of my cock growing wet.

"Shh, do not make a sound. Feel it more. This is hot and hard. You are twitching like a virgin."

Mira whispered in my ear, pushing my excitement to the peak. Her fingers lowered my zipper and grasped my cock directly over my underwear. She gently stimulated the head with slow circles. My hips shook uncontrollably and I felt close to coming.

(I cannot take this… Being touched by a busty fortune teller feels like an adult video fantasy.)

But Mira stopped there. She chuckled and blew into my ear.

"Not yet. There are people around here. Want to continue the reading down on the riverbank?"

I could no longer resist. Mira took my hand and led me off the bridge. The riverbank was dark, the sound of the stream and shadows of trees hiding us. The scent of fallen leaves tickled my nose, and Mira’s body heat was unbearably close.

Once we reached the grassy area, Mira pushed me down. Her huge breasts settled heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Without her coat, her shirt emphasized her G-cup breasts, the lace of her bra faintly visible through the fabric. I could almost make out the shape of her areolas, and my cock throbbed painfully hard.

"Now for the continuation of fate. Shall we start with a kiss?"

Mira’s lips met mine. Her soft tongue slipped inside for a deep kiss. Our saliva mingled with wet sounds. Lost in my first kiss, I grabbed her huge breasts with both hands. Even over the shirt, the soft flesh overflowed between my fingers. So big, so soft, so warm… I found her nipples and rolled them.

(Ahh, these breasts look like they could give milk… I want to squeeze and suck them.)

While continuing the kiss, Mira stripped off my pants completely. My cock sprang free and twitched in the air, a string of precum stretching toward her hand.

"My, what a cute cock. It smells strongly of virginity. Let me make you feel even better."

She gripped my cock gently and began stroking it. She added saliva like lotion and pumped up and down, focusing on the head. I moaned, "Ah, ah," but Mira went further. She opened her shirt and pulled down her bra, exposing one pink, puffy nipple.

"Here, suck it. It is part of the reading ritual."

I could not hold back. I took Mira’s nipple into my mouth and sucked hungrily. I swirled my tongue around it, imagining milk coming out. Her nipple hardened and twitched between my lips. Meanwhile her hand kept stroking my cock faster while gently fondling my balls.

"Mmm… good. Your tongue feels nice. Suck harder."

Mira escalated further. She sat me up, lifted her skirt, and revealed black lace panties that outlined her pussy. They were visibly wet, and a sweet, tangy scent reached my nose.

"Now it is my turn to make you feel good. I will make you come with my fingers."

Mira guided my hand inside her panties. Her pussy was soaked, hot and slippery. Her clit was swollen, and she moaned when I touched it. She stayed in control, however, sandwiching my cock between her thighs while pressing her huge breasts against me and stroking. She rubbed her breasts against my chest like a titjob, nipples brushing together.

(The feeling of her pussy is intense… When I rub her clit she reacts too. My cock is so swollen.)

In the darkness of the riverbank we tangled together. Mira’s fingers brushed my ass and lightly scratched the underside of my cock. Pleasure built until I was near the edge. I slipped one finger inside her and stirred her wet pussy. Her juices coated my hand.

"About to come? Good, together… ah, right there!"

Mira pressed her huge breasts over my face, burying me in soft flesh. I bit her nipple and exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot into her hand. I came in under thirty seconds. For a virgin like me the pleasure was beyond anything I had imagined, leaving my mind blank.

Mira shuddered too, her pussy clenching around my finger. She smiled in satisfaction and kissed my lips.

"Hehe, did you feel the fateful meeting? Your life will change now."

I lay on the riverbank in a daze. The autumn night wind was cool, and the river murmured in the distance. Mira straightened her clothes and packed away the cards. She was once again the freelance fortune teller, and she handed me a business card.

"Let us meet again, Yuji. Next time the reading will go even deeper."

With that, Mira walked back toward the bridge. I was left alone, savoring the afterglow in my crotch. The memory of those huge breasts, the heat of her pussy, the throb of my cock… Such an experience for someone like me felt like a dream. But tomorrow I would be back at my desk. I would probably imagine her massive breasts again while masturbating. I wondered how long this illusion of change would last.

(Ahh, Mira’s G-cup breasts… I will never forget them…)