Busty FWB Gives Nursing Handjob in Office Warehouse During Overtime

The autumn night wind taps coldly against the office building windows. I am Yuki, a new employee in my mid-20s. My job is data entry, days spent facing a computer screen. Overtime drags on, and tonight has already slipped into the late hours. No one remains at the surrounding desks; only the hum of fluorescent lights fills the space. Suddenly, footsteps echo from the hallway. It is Lisa, the HR assistant. She is in her early 30s, a senior who always greets me cheerfully. Since I joined, she has covered for my mistakes. Tonight, however, her eyes look different. Her skirt sways as the autumn sweater clings tightly to her body. "Yuki, still working? It's late. Aren't you lonely by yourself?" Her soft voice makes my heart beat faster. Her chest swells noticeably beneath the sweater. From HR records I know Lisa has G-cup breasts. Office gossip confirms their impressive volume. The sweater outlines their shape clearly, and I quickly avert my gaze. "Um, yes. Today's data piled up and…" I hurry back to the computer, but Lisa leans against the desk. Her perfume drifts over, the sweet scent teasing my nose. She shifts from work talk to recent autumn events. I nod along, my mind filled with her figure. (Lisa's breasts look enormous up close. I wonder what they feel like…) Conversation flows until an hour passes unnoticed. Lisa suddenly stands. "Hey, Yuki. I need something from the warehouse. Want to come help carry some heavy files downstairs?" I can only nod. We ride the elevator to the basement. The office building's storage area feels damp and cool with autumn moisture. Shelves hold documents and supplies under dim lighting that casts long shadows. Lisa leads the way deeper inside. "Here. Can you reach that file?" As I stretch toward the shelf, Lisa steps close behind me. Her body heat presses against my back and I freeze. Her large breasts brush lightly against me. Soft and heavy even through the sweater fabric. "Yuki, you've been watching me, haven't you? My chest, especially." Her whisper reaches my ear. Startled, I turn around. Her face is close, lips slightly moist. The warehouse air grows heavy. "Uh, I didn't mean…" Words fail me. Lisa smiles and takes my arm. Her warm fingers make my heart race. As a virgin, I have no idea how to handle the situation. She guides me behind the shelves. "Let's play like friends with benefits. A break from overtime." Her eyes gleam mischievously. I can only nod as she gently lifts her sweater. A black lace bra appears, deep cleavage stealing my breath. (Wow, this close… it feels like a dream.) Lisa wraps her arms around my neck. Her breasts press against my chest. Soft flesh shifts beneath our clothes. The autumn chill vanishes as heat spreads through me. Her lips meet mine. The kiss is gentle at first, then her tongue seeks mine. I respond awkwardly. Her hand slips under my shirt to stroke my chest. Gathering courage, I unhook her bra. It falls away, revealing full G-cup breasts. Pale and slightly heavy from gravity, they look irresistibly erotic. Pink nipples already stand erect. "Touch them, Yuki." Her voice is sweet. I cup both breasts in my hands. They overflow my palms. Soft and yielding, fingers sink deep. Each squeeze sends ripples through the flesh, making my cock throb painfully inside my pants. (They're huge… this is what real big breasts feel like. Soft, warm, incredible.) Lisa has me sit on an old mat on the floor. She straddles me. Her breasts sway heavily in front of my face. Cool autumn skin brushes my cheek. "Want to suck like nursing?" She draws my head to her chest. My face buries between her breasts. Breath catches, yet the sensation is blissful. The rich, sweet-tart scent of skin surrounds me. I open my mouth and take a nipple. I suck steadily. Lisa trembles, a soft moan escaping. "Ah, Yuki… you're good…" Her hand reaches for my zipper. She frees my cock and wraps her fingers around it. My virgin cock reacts instantly with twitches. Her gentle strokes move up and down. A nursing handjob. Sucking her breast while being stroked feels overwhelming. My mind blanks. (Too good… Lisa's hand is warm and slick… my cock feels like it's melting.) I knead her breasts while lifting my hips. My tongue rolls over her nipple. The wide areola makes her breathing quicken. Her strokes speed up. Precum leaks from my tip, coating her fingers. She teases the head and I can no longer hold back. "Lisa, I'm… going to come…" My voice is muffled. She presses her breasts tighter against my face. My vision fills with soft flesh. Her hand moves faster. Finally I erupt, releasing thick streams. White fluid coats her hand. I had never known such pleasure as a virgin. My body shakes in the afterglow. Lisa smiles and lifts my head. Red kiss marks dot her breasts. She wipes her hand with a tissue and strokes my hair. "You got really excited, Yuki. Let's do this sometimes as friends with benefits." I nod. The warehouse air still feels warm. Outside, the autumn wind howls. I do not know if this arrangement will continue, yet my thoughts remain filled with Lisa's breasts. After overtime I return alone to the office. But every night I will remember that soft sensation while touching myself. This virgin has fallen into the sweet trap of a friends-with-benefits relationship.