Busty Colleague Titjob After Company Drinking Party

I am Taichi, a writer who pens articles for the culture section of the local newspaper. In my mid-30s and single, I'm constantly buried in desk work. I have almost no experience with women. In fact, to be honest, it's zero. I've remained a virgin all these years. Company drinking parties are just something I attend out of obligation, with no expectations.

That night, the editorial department's drinking party began in a private room at the usual neighborhood izakaya. It was around 8 PM, already dark outside, with streetlight glow filtering through the windows. Beer and yakitori lined the table as laughter echoed around us. I sat in the corner, killing time on my phone.

Then Mikaela from the neighboring department joined us. She helps with company events as an amateur ceramic artist and had started crossing paths with me during culture section interviews. Probably late 20s, with a bright smile that stands out. But what caught my eye most was her chest. The moment she entered, her thin blouse barely contained an unbelievable volume that seemed ready to spill out. Definitely G-cup territory. Deep cleavage swayed with every breath. Those soft-looking swells held my gaze captive. (What would it feel like to touch such huge breasts... Just once in my life...)

Mikaela quickly warmed up to everyone and livened things up with talk of ceramics. Her voice was soft, her glass-tilting gestures elegant. Our eyes met a few times and we exchanged light nods. Yet inside, thoughts of her chest made my face flush. As the party progressed, alcohol put everyone in high spirits. Mikaela sat beside me and suddenly spoke up.

"Taichi, your articles are always so interesting. I really enjoyed the ceramics interview."

Flustered by her smile, I replied, "Oh, uh, thanks. Your work is so delicate and..."

The conversation flowed. She shared everything from her ceramics hobby to daily stress relief. I nodded along while fighting the urge to glance at her chest. After several beers, my cheeks grew red. Mikaela drank quickly too, her eyes turning slightly glassy. Near the end, she whispered in my ear.

"Want to go for a second round? Just the two of us, so we can talk more."

My heart nearly stopped. An invitation like that for a virgin like me? But I had no reason to refuse. As everyone dispersed, we left the izakaya and headed to a nearby bar. The night breeze felt pleasant, the city's noise distant.

The bar was dimly lit. We took counter seats. Mikaela ordered a cocktail, I got a beer. Talk naturally turned personal. She lightly mentioned past relationships, how she'd had several boyfriends and knew the joys of physical closeness. I nodded vaguely and glossed over my own virginity. Yet her gaze seemed to test me. (Does she know about me? No way...)

With more drinks, Mikaela touched my hand. Her soft fingertips sent electricity through me.

"Taichi, you seem so pure. Not much experience, huh?"

The directness left me speechless. She giggled and leaned in, pressing her chest forward. Those huge breasts loomed across the table. I could imagine the soft jiggle beneath the fabric. Heat slowly built in my groin.

"Let me be honest. I'm drawn to that side of you."

I could only nod. After leaving the bar, Mikaela suggested a nearby love hotel. My heart felt ready to explode. Inside the room, soft lighting highlighted her chest. When she removed her blouse, her overflowing G-cup breasts spilled from a black lace bra. The heavy mounds defied gravity, nipples pushing against the thin fabric. I caught my breath. (This is... real huge breasts... Touching them would feel like sinking in...)

Mikaela sat on the bed and drew me close. Her eyes shone with gentle seduction.

"Go ahead and touch them, Taichi. Don't be shy."

My trembling hand reached for her chest. The moment my fingertips met her skin, the softness was unbelievable. Like jelly, they yielded with a plush give. Their weight settled heavily in my palms, warm and inviting. Unable to hold back, I grabbed with both hands. The G-cup volume overflowed between my fingers. The breast flesh rippled and enveloped my palms. (Ah, this feeling... like a dream. I want to squeeze harder...)

She let out a soft moan and reached for my pants. Unzipping them, my cock sprang out, already slick with precum. Mikaela narrowed her eyes and gently gripped it.

"Hehe, it's so hard. Cute."

Blushing, I unhooked her bra. The freed breasts swayed heavily. Her areolas were large and pinkish, nipples plump and erect. I leaned in without thinking and sucked on a nipple. A sweet scent tickled my nose while the texture against my tongue proved irresistible. Mikaela's breathing grew ragged as her hand moved faster. The handjob pleasure made my hips buck on their own.

But my real fantasy was something special: a titjob from those huge breasts. When I told Mikaela, she knelt on the bed and had me sit.

"Of course. Use my breasts."

She pressed her massive breasts together with both hands and sandwiched my cock in the valley. The soft flesh completely enveloped me. Warm, slick skin stroked the entire shaft. Pressure from tip to base felt plush and insistent. I began thrusting my hips. The weight of her breasts seemed to crush my cock while the friction burned hot. Her sweat mixed with my precum, creating wet sounds that filled the room. (This is it... this feeling... G-cup cleavage, my cock feels like it's melting... I want to sink deeper...)

Mikaela played with her own nipples while looking up at me. Her eyes were moist with clear excitement.

"Does it feel good, Taichi? My breasts are getting so hot..."

I could only moan. Each time my tip pushed into the soft depths, electric pleasure shot through me. Her breasts glistened with sweat and changed shape under my touch. The extreme softness let my fingers sink in while her nipples added extra stimulation. A virgin like me couldn't possibly last. The limit hit within minutes.

"Ah, I'm coming... Mikaela...!"

A thick load erupted into the valley. White fluid painted her breasts and dripped down. Mikaela scooped some with a finger and licked it. I collapsed, panting. She gently embraced me and kissed me deeply. Our tongues intertwined, and my cock began to harden again.

The night was far from over. Mikaela guided me to the bath where we washed each other. She lathered her breasts with soap for a slippery sensation. I slipped fingers into her and explored her slick interior. Gently stroking her clit made her tremble. When I tried oral, the sweet-tart taste spread across my tongue as I moved it eagerly. Her moans filled the room.

Back in bed, she rode me. Her heat gripped my cock tightly. Those huge breasts swayed above my face while I thrust upward, kneading them and tugging her nipples. Her body moved in waves as I reached my third climax. The sensation of finishing inside drove my virgin mind wild. (Is this... really happening... Mikaela's body feels like it's mine...)

I came five times that night. Mikaela showed no fatigue and let me rest my head on her chest. That soft, pillow-like feeling brought comfort. But in the morning she smiled and said,

"It was a wonderful night, Taichi. Let's take our time building something real."

We exchanged contact info and parted. Every time we met at the office, I remembered her breasts. Just locking eyes made my groin ache. The memory of that touch held my heart captive. My once-virgin life finally felt connected to real emotion. Yet the thrilling fantasy still lingered in my chest. Surely things would deepen gradually from here.