Squeezing the Busty Artist's Massive Breasts by the Riverside
A shy late-20s salesman meets a free-spirited 30s ceramic artist with enormous breasts by the autumn riverside for an intimate encounter.

On an early autumn evening, I was walking alone along the suburban riverbank. I am a man in my late twenties working as a sales clerk at a local apparel shop. Shy and not good with people, I was strolling along the quiet path to relieve work stress. Fallen leaves rustled underfoot, and the river flowed gently. The sky began to turn orange, and the wind felt a little cool.
From ahead, a woman approached. She appeared to be a freelance ceramic artist, carrying a canvas bag over her shoulder and wearing a loose dress. Looking about thirty, her chest swayed gently with each step. No, the sway was extraordinary. The deep cleavage visible from the V-neck of her dress clearly suggested G-cup massive breasts pushing against the fabric with undeniable presence. My gaze was naturally drawn there. (Wow, what volume... I wonder what they feel like to touch. Soft, with fingers sinking in.)
As she drew near, I quickly looked away. But she smiled gently and spoke. "Hello. Out for a walk in a place like this? The autumn riverbank feels nice, doesn't it?"
Startled, I replied awkwardly. "Ah, yes. Just a breather after work. You too?"
She introduced herself as Mira. She was taking a detour while transporting her ceramic pieces. Conversation flowed naturally, drawn in by her bright tone. We began walking side by side and sat on a bench by the river. Mira took out a thermos from her bag and offered tea. The aroma of warm tea drifted over, easing my tension a bit.
Talk turned to her work. As a ceramic artist, she had plans for a solo exhibition at a local gallery. I shared bits about my daily life at the apparel shop. It was rare for someone as shy as me to string words together like this. Yet my eyes kept returning to Mira's chest. The dress fabric was thin, and with each sway in the wind, the bra lines showed through. (Those massive breasts must be heavy. If I squeezed them, they'd overflow my palms... A virgin like me would never get to touch something like that.)
Mira seemed to notice my gaze and chuckled. "You're looking at my breasts, aren't you? Do they interest you?"
I blushed and tried to deny it, but she continued kindly. "It's fine. I'm experienced and used to men's stares. Actually, I might like honest eyes."
My heart pounded at those words. Mira shared a bit about her past—many romances and a free-spirited life. While listening, I confessed my own shyness, admitting I had never properly dated and was still a virgin. Mira listened quietly without surprise.
As the sun set and the area grew dim, Mira suggested, "Let's talk more. It might be quieter deeper in the bushes."
I nodded and followed her toward the back of the riverbank. In the densely wooded spot where no one was around, Mira sat beside me and gently took my hand. Her fingers were slender and warm. My chest raced.
"I can imagine how excited someone pure like you must be. I'll take the lead."
At her words, I caught my breath. Mira slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and unhooked her bra. Her exposed massive breasts were larger than expected, with pink areolas visible in the twilight. Her nipples were already hard and pointed, softly drooping against gravity in an erotic way. (Whoa, way too big... So this is real G-cup. Veins even showing. My cock is rock hard.)
Unable to hold back, I reached out and gently grasped Mira's massive breasts. The softness sank into my fingertips like marshmallows. Heavy and too much for one hand. I began kneading with both hands, pinching her nipples. Mira let out a soft moan, spurring me on. "Ah, gently... but you can do it harder too."
Mira removed my shirt and pressed her massive breasts against my chest. Burying my face in the cleavage, a sweet body scent mixed with sweat tickled my nose. Her hand reached for my pants and gripped my cock. My virgin shaft quickly throbbed and hardened. "Hehe, so hard already. Cute. First time feeling this?"
Mira knelt and took my cock into her mouth. The warmth and wetness of the blowjob made me shudder. Her tongue swirled around the head, saliva dripping. I couldn't resist pressing her head down. (Ah, feels so good... Like a mouth-pussy. A virgin like me about to come from this beauty's mouth.)
But Mira didn't stop. She laid me on my back and sandwiched my cock between her massive breasts. A titjob. The soft flesh pressed against my tip. Her cleavage slid slick with my precum. I lifted my hips, moving desperately. "Mira, too much... I'm gonna come." "Not yet. My turn too."
Mira straddled me, lifting her skirt. Her pussy was already wet, pink folds glistening. Her clit was swollen, twitching when I touched it. I tried cunnilingus for the first time. Running my tongue over it, a salty taste spread. Mira's moans grew louder, her massive breasts brushing my head. "There, good... Suck more."
Mira guided me into missionary position. The sensation of my cock sinking into her hot, tight pussy made me start thrusting right away. Gripping and kneading her massive breasts while pistoning, the flesh overflowed between my fingers. Each time I pinched her nipples, she clenched tighter. "Ahh, Sho, harder!"
I pounded mindlessly. Her pussy folds rubbed my cock, juices splashing. Mira's massive breasts bounced up and down, filling my view. (So this is sex... Her massive breasts are mine. Losing my virginity feels amazing.)
At climax, I came all over Mira's massive breasts. White fluid ran into her cleavage, staining her skin. Mira came too, her body trembling.
Afterward, we leaned together watching the twilight. Mira smiled and whispered, "Let's meet again. I'll broaden your world." My heart melted in the warmth of those huge breasts, feeling a first bond. Since that night, I've gained a bit of confidence. But even now, recalling that sensation makes my cock throb.