Busty Beauty Sucks My Nipples to Climax in Summer Herb Garden

I am Yuuki, a seasonal worker in my late twenties. Tired of the city's hustle and bustle, I started helping with farm work at a suburban herb garden this summer. The fresh country air was pleasant, and the daily routine of pulling weeds and watering plants while drenched in sweat felt good.

This herb garden prided itself on its small private greenhouse focused on organic cultivation. At noon in summer, with the sun beating down mercilessly, I stepped through the greenhouse door. The humid air clung to my skin, and the scents of lavender and mint tickled my nose. My work shirt stuck to me with sweat, making it a bit hard to breathe.

There I met her. Isabella. A herb cultivation expert in her thirties and the garden's owner. She had her black hair tied in a ponytail and wore a loose linen shirt. But what caught my eye most was her chest. The fabric stretched tight, and I could see her plump G-cup breasts swaying with each breath. Such large breasts were shocking to a virgin like me. In my mind I thought (They're huge... what would it feel like to touch them?), but I quickly looked away.

Isabella greeted me with a bright smile. "Yuuki, thanks for today. The herbs in the greenhouse are looking a bit wilted from the heat, so let's tend to them together."

Her voice was soft and kind. I nodded and began carrying the tools. At first it was just work. Digging soil, pruning leaves. Isabella taught me details about the herbs. Her careful way of picking mint leaves sometimes made sweat run down her neck, drawing my gaze back to her chest.

(That cleavage is deep... the summer light makes the shadows look erotic.)

Still, I forced myself to focus. She laughed and helped cover for my clumsiness. Around midday we took a break in the back of the greenhouse. We sat on a bench together, drinking cold herbal tea from a thermos. The aroma spread gently and soothed my throat. "Yuuki, you came from the city, right? How do you like this countryside job?"

Isabella asked. I answered shyly. "It was tough at first, but thanks to your guidance it's been fun. The scent of the herbs is calming."

As the conversation flowed, I also heard about her past. She had worked in the city but was drawn to nature and started this garden. I shared a bit about myself too. I read books between jobs, but romance was nonexistent... though I didn't mention being a virgin. She listened attentively, and I felt trust gradually building.

The midday sun heated the greenhouse glass, and the sound of cicadas echoed outside. Sweat kept coming, so I unbuttoned my shirt. Isabella did the same, loosening her collar and fanning herself. Her large breasts were emphasized as if about to spill from the shirt, and a glimpse of lace bra showed. Pale skin with soft, plump curves. My heart pounded.

(This is bad, I'm getting hard... here of all places.)

Just as we were about to resume work, Isabella paused. "Yuuki, you look a little tired. Are your shoulders stiff? Want me to give you a massage?"

I was surprised by her offer but nodded, unable to refuse. We sat on the soft soil in a corner of the greenhouse, and she placed her hands on my shoulders from behind. Her fingertips were warm and gently kneaded the muscles. The mix of herb scents and her body warmth made my head spin. "Thank you... it feels good."

When I murmured that, Isabella laughed. "Relax more. It's a hot summer after all."

Her breasts lightly touched my back. That soft G-cup sensation. Even through the shirt, the yielding feeling reached me and heat built in my lower body. My cock strained painfully against my pants.

(Her breasts are touching me... so big and soft. Like a dream.)

As the massage continued, her hands moved forward. They touched my chest and lightly brushed my nipples with her fingers. My body trembled in surprise. "Isabella...?" "Shh. Feels good, right? I wanted to touch your body too."

Her voice was sweet. Maybe because trust had built up, I couldn't resist. In the steamy greenhouse heat we drew closer. Isabella removed my shirt and unbuttoned her own. Her large breasts were revealed. The heavy G-cup mounds swayed gently against gravity, with wide pink areolas. Her nipples were plump and erect, glistening with sweat.

(Incredible... the sweet-tart scent of her breasts. I want to touch them, suck them.)

Unable to hold back, I reached out. The volume overflowed my palms. Soft and yielding, my fingers sank in. Kneading made them deform with a plush sensation, and she let out a small moan. "Ah... Yuuki, be gentle."

I kept kneading in a daze. Pinching her nipples with my fingers, they felt firm and springy. Isabella leaned back, covering me as if pressing me down. Her large breasts smothered my face, burying my nose in the cleavage. The pressure of the soft flesh made it hard to breathe. The mingled scent of sweat and herbs left my mind blank with arousal.

(I feel like I'm drowning in her breasts... this sensation is the best. Too intense for a virgin like me.)

She brought her mouth to my nipples. Her warm tongue flicked and sucked. The sound of wet sucking echoed in the greenhouse. My nipples tingled intensely, sending electric sparks through me. "Isabella, this is too much... it feels way too good."

When I moaned, she smiled and sucked harder. She nibbled lightly with her teeth and rolled her tongue. My nipples grew hypersensitive, and my cock throbbed and pulsed inside my pants. I could feel precum seeping out.

(Nipple play is this erotic... my cock feels like it's going to explode.)

Isabella's hand reached for my pants and pulled down the zipper. My hardened cock sprang free, the tip glistening. She pressed her large breasts against my groin and began a titjob. She sandwiched my cock in her G-cup cleavage and moved up and down. The friction of the soft flesh created slick pleasure. "Your cock is so hot... and cute shape."

Her words embarrassed yet aroused me. My shaft was enveloped in breast flesh, the head rubbing against her nipple. Every detail was vivid—the veins standing out on my cock pressed under the weight of her breasts.

(A titjob is better than I imagined... the warmth of her breasts seeps into my cock.)

But it didn't stop there. Isabella changed position, sucking my nipples again while gripping my cock with her hand. Her slender fingers stroked from the base, twisting the tip with her thumb. The rhythmic handjob made my hips buck involuntarily. "I'm going to cum... Isabella, I can't stop!"

When I cried out, she sucked my nipples harder and sped up her hand. Clear fluid dripped from the tip, wetting her palm. The combined pleasure from my nipples and the handjob made my body shake.

(My first ejaculation in life... I never knew it could feel this good from breasts and nipples.)

Finally the limit came. Thick spurts of semen erupted onto her hand. The white fluid splashed and some landed on her large breasts. My body convulsed in the afterglow and I collapsed onto the greenhouse floor. "Aha, Yuuki, you came a lot. Was that your first time?"

She gently wiped me and held me close. The feeling of her breasts against me again spread a sense of comfort.

After that, our relationship continued. It wasn't just a one-time thing; we grew intimate in the greenhouse after work each day. Isabella helped build my confidence. The reason this former virgin gradually became more of a man was thanks to the allure of her large breasts and the trust we shared. Even now, remembering that summer afternoon makes my cock throb. The scent of those herbs and the softness of her breasts are unforgettable.