Secret Office Encounter: Fondling Busty Colleague's Huge Breasts and Dripping Precum

I'm Taro, working as a data entry clerk. A salaryman in my mid-30s, my days consist of sitting at my desk and just typing on the keyboard.

Romance is a thing of the distant past, and I've had so few girlfriends I can count them on one hand. Actually, to be honest, almost none. On weekends, I'm a shut-in who spends time alone playing games or watching videos.

The office tends to trap the summer heat, and it's a building where the air conditioning doesn't work well.

In the midst of that, after Yoko from HR assistant joined the company, the workplace seemed to brighten up a bit.

She's in her late 20s, and always has a lovely smile.

What I noticed first was the size of her breasts.

Her white blouse swells as if tightly stretched over them, swaying with a jiggle every time she walks.

Definitely F-cup or more, maybe close to G-cup.

Those huge breasts stand out so much they change the office atmosphere.

I just glance at them from afar, my heart pounding so hard I can't focus on work.

(Ah, what would it feel like to touch them... soft, warm, like sinking in...)

At first, it was just greetings.

It started when we passed each other while carrying documents, and I said "It's hot, isn't it?"

Yoko smiled and replied, "It really is, I'm all sweaty."

After that, opportunities to talk gradually increased.

When brewing coffee in the break room during lunch,

"Taro, thanks for working late every day," she would say.

I hurriedly reply, "No, Yoko, your HR work seems tough too."

Common topics were the weather or office gossip.

Complaints about the summer heat, weekend plans, etc.

She's bright and a good listener.

She nods at my boring stories, so she gradually became someone I could trust.

"You're surprisingly funny, Taro," she said, and my face heated up.

After repeating such small talk many times, about two months had passed.

It was one summer day, during lunch break.

The office was quiet as everyone had gone out for lunch.

I had leftover work organizing old files in the document room, holed up alone in the dusty room.

The document room is narrow, like a secret place that can be locked, and usually almost no one comes.

Then, there was a knock on the door, and Yoko came in.

"Taro, so you were here. I was looking for HR documents."

She was slightly out of breath, her hair fluttering in the fan's breeze.

Her blouse was a bit see-through with sweat, clearly outlining her huge breasts.

(This is bad, alone together in a place like this... my heart feels like it's going to explode)

We started searching the shelves together.

Every time our bodies nearly touched in the narrow room, my heart wouldn't stop racing.

When Yoko reached for a low shelf, her breasts swayed heavily, fixing my gaze.

"Taro, can you help me?"

Her voice sounded sweet.

While helping pull out files, the conversation flowed.

"Work stress builds up lately, doesn't it?" I said,

Yoko sighed, "It really does. I want to relax."

Carried away by that, I jokingly said,

"Me too. I kind of want to be healed."

She chuckled, then suddenly looked at me seriously.

"I think you're someone I can trust, Taro. ...Want to do something a little special?"

My heart almost stopped.

Yoko slowly loosened her blouse and leaned closer, emphasizing her huge breasts.

"Don't you want to touch my breasts? Secretly, with a promise not to tell anyone."

(What, a dream? Is this real? For someone like me who's unpopular to have such a chance...)

I could only nod.

Yoko locked the document room door and led me behind the shelves.

Daylight filtered through the curtains, illuminating the steamy room.

When she gently lifted her blouse, a white lace bra appeared.

Her F-cup, or rather G-cup level explosive breasts swayed up and down with her breathing.

Her skin glistened moistly with sweat, the cleavage deep and dark.

"Gently, Taro."

Yoko's voice trembled.

My hand touched a woman's breast for the first time.

Soft... an unbelievably sinking sensation.

As if my fingers were buried, the warm mass of flesh spread out.

(Ah, so squishy, with such elasticity... I can't let go)

I grabbed with both hands and began gently kneading.

Yoko let out a small moan. "Nn... there, good..."

Her breasts rested heavily in my palms, changing shape with each knead.

Her nipples had hardened enough to be visible through the bra, and my fingers caught them.

I tried rubbing the pointed nipples with my thumb.

Yoko's body twitched in response.

Excitement exploded all at once.

My lower body heated up, my cock erecting hard in my pants.

For a virgin like me, it was unbearable stimulation.

(Precum... it's already dripping out. My pants are getting wet...)

Even pressing on my crotch, the fluid wouldn't stop.

Transparent precum oozed out, stringing from the tip, making the head of my cock slippery.

Yoko noticed my state and smiled.

"Taro, you're getting excited, aren't you. Cute."

She shifted her bra, exposing her huge breasts directly.

Large pink areolas, nipples in an erect shape.

Glistening with sweat.

"Rub them more. You can do as you like."

Forgetting myself, I grabbed her explosive breasts with both hands.

White flesh overflowed between my fingers as I kneaded.

The soft flesh rippled, the warm sensation seeping into my palms.

Yoko's breathing became rough, "Ah, Taro... stronger..."

I tried taking a nipple into my mouth.

Sucking with a chupa chupa, it tasted of sweet sweat.

Rolling it with my tongue, the nipple hardened and swelled further.

(This is beyond imagination... the breasts reacting like a living thing)

My cock was painfully swollen, precum soaking my pants.

The front of my pants was wet, a smell rising.

Yoko reached out and touched my crotch.

"Wow, it's hard and hot... lots of precum coming out."

She unzipped my pants, exposing my cock.

My penis was red and swollen, transparent fluid dripping from the tip.

The glans area glistening wetly.

Yoko's hand gently gripped it and began slowly stroking.

"I'm happy you're this excited."

I buried my face in her huge breasts, inhaling the dizzying scent from the valley.

Sweat and a woman's sweet fragrance.

While kneading, I pressed my body closer as if thrusting my hips.

(I'm at my limit... I'm going to come like this)

Yoko sped up the handjob, sandwiching my cock between her huge breasts.

A titjob.

My cock was enveloped in the soft flesh cushion, the slippery precum acting as lubricant.

"Ah, Yoko... I'm coming..."

A large amount of semen spurted out, splattering white on her huge breasts.

It coated the valley thickly, dirtying her breasts.

I was out of breath, my knees shaking.

After that, our relationship changed.

The secret in the document room continued, and meeting secretly during lunch became routine.

Yoko teased my virginity while teaching me more intimate things.

Sometimes she lifted her skirt and let me touch her pussy.

The wet slit clung to my fingers, and rubbing the clitoris made it twitch.

"Taro, want to put it in?"

For my first insertion, I thrust my hips while rubbing Yoko's explosive breasts.

Inside her pussy was hot and tight, as if melting my entire cock.

When she got on top in cowgirl, her huge breasts bounced and hit my face.

Sweaty sex with slapping sounds.

I also did cunnilingus.

Licking around the pink folds of her pussy with my tongue made Yoko lift her hips and come.

Blowjobs too.

The sensation of her mouth sucking my cock with jupo jupo.

When her tongue crawled over the glans, precum would drip again.

Coming 2-3 times in one lunch break.

Office life turned erotic.

Even now, just remembering Yoko's huge breasts excites me.

That softness and warmth changed my life.

An interaction that started from trust turned into this vortex of pleasure.

I'm still unpopular, but the secret with her is everything to me.