Busty Married Woman Park Encounter: Intense Groping and Multiple Ejaculations

On a sweltering summer afternoon, the small neighborhood park felt humid and loud with cicada calls. As a remote programmer who spends most days holed up at home coding, I occasionally step out for fresh air. Today I sat on my usual bench, idly scrolling my phone. In my mid-thirties and long single, I acted like I had experience so no one would guess I was still a virgin, though my mind constantly raced with fantasies of women's bodies.

Just then a woman walking along the park path caught my eye. She was Emi, who worked part-time at the flower shop; I'd seen her around the neighborhood a few times. Probably early thirties, black hair in a ponytail, wearing a light summer dress. Her sweat-glistened skin shone in the sunlight, and her chest swayed heavily with each step. Those breasts were definitely huge—G-cup at least. Even from a distance the fabric stretched tight, revealing deep cleavage. I quickly looked away, but my heart pounded.

(Whoa, seeing a bust like that out here is dangerous. I wonder what it would feel like to touch… soft, sinking in…)

Emi approached the bench, glanced my way, and smiled. Wiping sweat as she walked, she spoke up. "Hello. You're here often, right? It's hot—mind if I sit?"

Startled, I nodded quickly. "Oh, sure, go ahead. Plenty of room."

When she sat beside me a sweet floral scent drifted over, mixed with summer sweat in an arousing way. Emi sipped from her water bottle and sighed. "I take walks after my shift, but today is really something. What about you?"

"I work from home and came out for a break. You're at the flower shop, right? Nice job."

Conversation flowed easily; she chatted about her husband and work complaints while I nodded along, stealing glances at her chest. The thin dress fabric let the lace of her bra faintly show through. Her heavy breasts spread slightly under their own weight, an irresistible sight.

Suddenly Emi leaned closer, offering her bottle, and her breast brushed my arm with a soft puff. Warm, plush, yielding—the sensation shot straight to my groin and made me twitch.

"Ah, sorry! I just…"

She apologized, cheeks faintly flushed, eyes a little moist. My voice cracked as I replied, "N-no, it's fine…" but my mind spun.

(That was way too soft… my first real feel of breasts like that. I want more contact.)

The park was empty; a shaded gazebo stood nearby. Emi stood and suggested, "That looks cooler. Want to rest there a bit?" I nodded and followed. Inside, a light breeze helped, and we were alone. When she sat her chest swayed again, locking my gaze.

Emi touched my arm gently and whispered, "Did that bother you earlier? My breast touched you, didn't it?"

I froze, tongue-tied. "Uh, well… don't worry about it…"

She smiled and took my hand. "Want to touch? No one's watching… It's been a while for me too; I'm excited."

Unbelievable. My heart felt ready to burst. Emi loosened her dress neckline and guided my hand over her bra. The moment my fingertips met that soft mass it gave way under the weight and warmth, slightly damp with sweat. I couldn't help squeezing firmly.

(Wow, so big! My fingers sink right in… these breasts are a dream. The scent is sweet-tart too; my cock is painfully hard.)

Emi let out a soft moan and leaned against my shoulder. "Mmm, gently… but you can squeeze more."

I lost control, grasping both heavy breasts through the fabric and kneading. Lace rasped against skin; flesh overflowed between my fingers, impossibly soft like jelly. Her nipples stiffened, clearly outlined. Overexcited, my cock pulsed inside my pants.

"Emi, they're so soft… I want to bury my face in that cleavage."

She giggled, slipped the dress off her shoulders, and freed her bra. Pale, overflowing breasts spilled out. She pressed my face into them. A warm, milky-sweat scent hit me; I sucked and licked the pink, firm nipples while she trembled.

"Ah, Sho, right there… feels good. Suck more."

I devoured one nipple while kneading the other breast. The weight rippled under my hands. Unable to hold back, I freed my throbbing erection. Emi eyed it with a smile.

"Wow, so big already… my breasts turn you on that much?"

She wrapped me in her cleavage for a titjob, sliding the slick, warm flesh up and down. The pressure and heat pushed me over the edge instantly; I spurted across her chest, white streaks running into the valley.

(Wow, I came… but I'm still hard. That breast feel is too much.)

Emi smiled, spreading the mess with her fingers. "You can give more, right? I'll keep squeezing."

She leaned me against a post and pressed her breasts against me like a grope, rubbing the soft mounds over my chest and stomach, nipples dragging across skin. I grabbed them again, sinking fingers deep and reshaping the heavy flesh. Her areolas were wide, nipples taut.

"Emi, your breasts are incredible… I want to touch your pussy too, but I might come just from this."

Breathing hard, she sandwiched me again, this time teasing the tip with her nipples while stroking faster. The head sank into yielding flesh; pleasure jolted through me. She fed a nipple to my mouth. "Lick, bite if you want," she whispered. I nipped gently and she cried out.

A second climax hit; I pumped another thick load over her G-cups until they glistened. Still I couldn't stop, kneading and tugging while she clung tighter.

"Sho, the way you enjoy them… do you like my huge breasts? Give me more."

For the third time she stroked me by hand while smothering my face in her chest. I licked sweat and cum from the soft skin, another weaker spurt landing on her thighs. A fourth followed, little more than dry spasms, yet she kept gliding those breasts over me.

(I'm going crazy for these breasts… I want to touch this soft flesh forever. A virgin like me, with such an erotic married woman…)

When I finally went limp, Emi straightened her clothes and gave me a gentle kiss. "That was fun. Let's meet again. I'll wait in the park after work."

She smiled and left. I sat dazed in the gazebo, the memory of her breasts already making me hard again. Back home I fantasized about them every night. Since that day my routine changed; even while working I couldn't stop thinking about their softness, and I looked forward to the park. An unexpected meeting had unleashed everything I wanted.