Grabbing the Busty Pinsetter's Massive Breasts Like a Bowling Ball at the Indoor Alley

On a muggy summer morning, the local indoor bowling alley was surprisingly comfortable thanks to the air conditioning. I was a late-20s single aspiring sports writer for the local paper. I had come intending to do some research, but it was really just to kill time. Amid the sound of balls rolling down the lanes, my eyes landed on the staff girl working the next lane.

Her name, as I learned later, was Yua. She was a pinsetter and event staffer at the bowling alley, probably in her mid-20s. She had an attractive face with a bright smile. But what really caught my eye were her breasts. Her polo shirt was stretched tight, and her massive G-cup breasts swayed and jiggled heavily every time she set the pins. Through the thin summer fabric, I could even make out the faint lace pattern of her bra. As a virgin, I had no real experience with women's bodies, but the sheer heavy volume made my hand holding the ball freeze.

(Incredible… what would it feel like to touch breasts that big? Soft, warm, sinking in…)

Clutching my reporter's notebook, I kept stealing glances at her movements. Yua quickly lined up the pins and greeted bowlers with a smile. Every time she moved, her breasts swayed side to side, rolling my gaze like bowling pins. A glimpse of cleavage appeared at her damp neckline. I could almost imagine the scent, a sweet-tart feminine aroma surely mixing with the conditioned air.

After a few frames, I got a strike. Excited, I cheered, and Yua looked over from the next lane with a grin. “Congratulations! That was a great shot!” Her cute voice made my heart skip. As a virgin, just being spoken to by a woman made my mind go blank.

It was break time. Using thirst as an excuse, I headed to the vending machines in the staff room. Yua was there with her water bottle. Her breathing was slightly quick, her chest rising and falling heavily. The buttons on her polo looked ready to pop. “That strike earlier was really impressive,” she said, striking up a conversation. I answered in a rush. “Oh, thanks. Your pin-setting looked professional. You do event staffing too, right?”

The conversation flowed. Yua had worked here for two years and loved bowling. Mornings in summer were quiet, so she sometimes bowled herself. I introduced myself as the newspaper intern. We bonded over shared interests and before long we were alone in a corner of the staff room. With the distant sound of balls from the lanes, Yua’s massive breasts radiated presence right nearby. The fabric, slightly damp with sweat, clung to her skin and emphasized their shape.

(Dangerous, this close… burying my face in that cleavage would probably cut off my breath. Soft, with that warm scent…)

Gathering courage, I joked, “I couldn’t focus because your breasts were swaying like bowling balls.” I worried my virgin line sounded creepy, but Yua laughed. “Really? You were staring that much? You’re bold.” She was surprisingly playful. Her breath was warm from the summer heat, the sweet scent tickling my nose.

Things escalated from there. We closed the door a bit and stood in the cool air. Yua teased, “Want to touch?” pushing her chest forward. My head boiled over. My virgin fantasies exploded and I reached out. Grabbing them like a ball. Through the polo, the G-cup breasts sank into my palms. They were so soft my fingers disappeared. Warm and springy, the sensation instantly hardened my cock.

“Wow, so soft… and so heavy.” I started kneading them eagerly. Yua let out a sweet breath. “Mmm… be gentle.” Yet her eyes looked glazed. With no experience, I savored the detailed feel of her breasts purely from imagination. Their weight settled heavily in my hands, the nipples stiff and poking through the fabric. The mingled scent of sweat and feminine body odor hit my nose directly. My head spun, my vision filled with those massive breasts.

Yua didn’t resist, pressing my hands harder against her chest. “You can touch them however you like.” My restraint snapped. I unbuttoned the polo and shifted her bra aside. Her bare G-cup breasts appeared. Pale skin with visible blue veins, large pink areolas that looked erotic. The nipples were thick as pinky fingers, plump and swollen. I grabbed them with both hands and kneaded roughly. Breast flesh overflowed between my fingers, the rippling sensation irresistible.

(This is real massive breasts… jiggling heavily, warm, making my cock ache. The scent is sweet and overwhelming.)

Yua’s breathing grew ragged as her hand reached for my crotch. “You’re excited too… so hard.” My pants came down and my cock sprang free. As a virgin, it throbbed visibly with veins. Yua smiled and began stroking it. Her warm palm rubbed over my sensitive head. Unable to hold back, I took her nipple into my mouth. Sucking made a sweet taste spread. It was milky, softer than I had imagined.

“Mmm… Takeru, it’s weird but… feels good.” Yua moaned. I had given a wrong name, but it didn’t matter. Kneading her breasts, I pushed her onto the staff-room sofa. Despite the cool air conditioning, our bodies were hot. I flipped up her skirt and slid her panties aside. Her pussy was already soaked. The pink slit twitched, her clit plump and swollen. She guided my fingers to the slick heat, tight and gripping.

(So soft and wet… a virgin like me with a woman who has breasts like these…)

I pressed my cock against her entrance. Yua lifted her hips to welcome me. “Put it in…” she whispered sweetly. It slid in deep, her warm inner walls wrapping around me. Tight and slippery. I thrust my hips. My virgin strokes were rough, driven purely by instinct. Yua’s massive breasts bounced up and down, rippling heavily. I reached out, kneading them while chasing release.

“Ah, ahh! Harder… play with my breasts however you want!” Yua’s moans echoed in the room. The bowling sounds outside served as background. Every time my cock struck deep, her pussy clenched and squeezed. Rubbing her clit with my fingers made her body tremble. I was at my limit too. Burying my face in her cleavage, I thrust deep. “I’m coming…!” Thick spurts of cum flooded inside her. Yua climaxed with a sweet cry.

We kept going multiple times. Yua’s blowjob wrapped my cock in her warm mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. I performed oral on her from imagination, sucking her clit. Her juices tasted sweet-tart and drove me wild. In paizuri, she sandwiched my cock between her G-cup breasts, the soft flesh massaging me. Precum leaked from the tip, making everything slick. In cowgirl, her massive breasts dropped onto my face, the pressure almost suffocating. The weight of those swaying breasts made me climax again and again. In that short morning, not even a full night, I came five times.

When the break ended, Yua smiled and fixed her uniform. “Come again, Takeru.” I left the bowling alley in a daze. My whole body smelled of her, my cock still aching. Even after losing my virginity, I still masturbate remembering the feel of those massive breasts. A woman with breasts like Yua’s will probably drive me crazy for life.