Business Trip with Busty Married Woman: Soft Breast Titjob at City Hotel

It was an autumn evening when I arrived in a small provincial city on a business trip. I was exhausted from my job as a project coordinator, visiting clients every day. In my mid-thirties, my name is Yuuo. I had not had a girlfriend in years and lived only for work. Today too, I was drinking beer alone at the lounge bar of the city hotel. Outside, the autumn leaves were just beginning to change color, and the evening sun streamed through the windows, dyeing everything orange.

A woman who suddenly sat down next to the bar counter caught my eye. She was a freelance translator and later told me she was working nearby. Her name was Yoshiko. She looked to be in her early forties, with a gentle smile that left an impression. But what caught my attention most was her chest. The loose blouse clearly wrapped around her ample curves. Those had to be G-cup or larger. They swayed slightly with each step, fixing my gaze. (A married woman with breasts like that—I have never seen anything like it... Just imagining it makes my heart race.)

She ordered wine at the counter and let out a tired sigh. She seemed to be carrying the same business trip stress as I was. The autumn breeze slipped through the window gap and gently swayed her long hair. Gathering my courage, I spoke to her while checking the seat beside her.

"Excuse me, is this seat free? I am also here on business and feel lonely alone."

Yoshiko turned around with a surprised look and smiled right away.

"Yes, please. You look tired too. I am here for translation work and have been staring at my computer all day."

The conversation flowed easily. She was a married woman of about ten years, with her husband in Tokyo. She listened to my stories about frequent regional business trips, and we grew lively over shared topics. The bitterness of the beer mixed with her gentle voice, somehow lightening my heart. In the autumn evening bar, the clinking sound of ice in the glasses felt pleasant. Every time her breasts approached the table, the soft cleavage flashed into view, and I struggled to keep my composure. (What would it feel like to touch those breasts... Soft and warm... Oh no, I am thinking too much.)

After talking for about an hour, she suddenly stood up.

"Hey, Yuuo. Would you like to rest in my room for a bit? It is cramped here, and we can relax more. It might help with the fatigue."

My heart felt like it would leap out. Her eyes were gentle, and I had no reason to refuse. On the way to the room in the elevator, the sweet scent of her perfume drifted over, stirring my excitement. The room was a spacious suite with a fluffy bed. Through the window, the lights of the autumn city could be seen faintly.

Yoshiko sat on the sofa and poured wine for me. The talk naturally turned personal. She quietly mentioned that her relationship with her husband had become a bit routine. I talked about myself. I admitted I had little romantic experience and had barely touched a woman's body. Embarrassed but honest, she smiled kindly.

"It is surprising that someone as serious as you has little experience. But that is fine. I will comfort you a little."

At her words, my cheeks grew hot. Yoshiko slowly began to remove her blouse. What appeared was a black lace bra. Her G-cup breasts swayed heavily, as if about to spill out. Her skin was pale, and the soft curves were beautiful. I caught my breath. (Such large breasts right in front of me... Are the areolas pink, what about the nipples... My head feels like it is going crazy.)

She took my hand and guided it to her chest. The moment I touched them, the unbelievable softness. My fingers sank in, and warm elasticity returned. I gently kneaded them with trembling hands. Yoshiko's breathing grew slightly rough, and her eyes moistened.

"You can touch more. Your hands are gentle, Yuuo."

Unable to hold back, I removed the bra. The liberated breasts bounced out with a soft jiggle. They were large, slightly pendulous from their weight, which made them even more erotic. The nipples were a light brown and plumply erect. I brought my face closer and gently kissed a nipple. It had a sweet scent, and when I licked it with my tongue, Yoshiko let out a small moan.

(Ah, the taste of the nipple, salty and soft... So this is real breasts. It feels like a dream.)

She removed my shirt and ran her hands over my chest. When she pinched my nipples with her fingers, a tingling electricity ran through me. The kiss deepened, our tongues intertwining. The taste of her saliva was sweet and sour, and my groin grew painfully hard.

Yoshiko pushed me down onto the bed. Her breasts covered my face, and I buried myself in the cleavage. The soft walls of flesh warmly enveloped me. It was hard to breathe, but that was irresistible. (I feel like I am drowning in a sea of breasts... This scent, a sweetness like sweat and milk. I want to stay here forever.)

"Yuuo, you are getting hard. Let me see."

She pulled down my pants. My cock was fully erect, with precum seeping from the tip. It was average in thickness but veins stood out from excitement. Yoshiko gently gripped it and began to stroke slowly. Her hand was warm and smooth. I felt like I would come right away.

"Not yet. I will make you feel good with my breasts."

Saying that, she pressed her breasts together with both hands. The soft mounds sandwiched my cock. It sank into the valley, and the warm cushion of flesh moved up and down. The sensation of the titjob exceeded imagination. The slippery skin enveloped the shaft, rubbing the glans with her nipples. I lifted my hips and moaned.

(Wow, this softness... The weight of the breasts presses on my cock and feels like it is melting. Yoshiko's breasts are the best...)

Her movements quickened. The breasts made slapping sounds as they collided, glistening with sweat. Every time a nipple brushed my cock, pleasure threatened to explode. Yoshiko looked up at me and smiled.

"It is hot and hard here. Feel it more."

Unable to endure, I cried out.

"Ah, Yoshiko, I am coming...!"

A large amount of semen spurted out. The white fluid splashed into her cleavage, staining her breasts. It pulsed again and again, and my body trembled. Yoshiko gently wiped my cock and gave me a kiss.

After that, she took the lead. We washed each other in the bath, and I saw her pussy for the first time. Her pubic hair was thin, and the pink slit was wet. I gently touched it with my fingers and stroked her clitoris. Yoshiko's moans echoed in the steam.

"Yuuo, there... that feels good..."

I tried cunnilingus. I tasted her pussy with my tongue. It was salty and sweet-sour. Her thighs clamped around my head in excitement. Next, in cowgirl position, she rode on top, shaking her breasts as she moved her hips. Inside her pussy it was hot and tight, squeezing my cock. I kneaded her breasts from below and sucked on her nipples. The chupa-chupa sounds made me feel as if milk might come out.

(It is so slippery inside, swallowing me... A married woman's pussy feels this good.)

We continued for a second and third round, and I came five times. Yoshiko's body was gentle and gave me new pleasure each time. She also gave me a blowjob. Her mouth took in my cock, her tongue wrapping around it. She took it deep into her throat, making wet sounds. It was detailed to the point of excess, but that excited me further.

As night deepened, we embraced in bed. With the autumn night breeze swaying the curtains, Yoshiko whispered.

"Thank you for today, Yuuo. Having someone like you made my heart feel warm."

I nodded. Though I had little experience, touching her warm skin and kindness made me feel a bit more confident. In the morning, after a farewell kiss, I left the hotel. The sensation of those breasts is still unforgettable. The fatigue from the business trip had vanished, and new energy welled up. It would be nice if we could meet again someday.