Busty Onsen Guest Gives Nursing Handjob at Old Inn Private Bath
A weary civil servant meets a curvy 30s woman at an old inn's private bath for an intimate adult encounter in the autumn evening.

The autumn dusk gently tinted the mountain village. As Keisuke, a local government worker enduring busy days, I visited an old inn to soothe my work fatigue. The wooden building had a moist charm, and after checking in amid fallen leaves coloring the garden, I was guided to a private inner bath.
I thought it perfect for resting my tired body. With the evening air slightly cool, I changed in my room while looking forward to the bath time and headed to the inner bath. The bath was built like a small open-air onsen, surrounded by bamboo groves, giving a strong sense of privacy. The tub with rising steam held hot water gently rippling.
As I wiped my body in the changing area and was about to enter the tub, I heard soft footsteps from the adjacent changing space. Is someone else here already? I wondered, and peeked over to see a plump woman slowly removing her yukata. Her body looked soft, especially her chest was overwhelming. Her heavy, large breasts swayed leisurely, likely G-cup. Her skin was pale, and the steam's moisture seemed to gently envelop her body already.
(Those massive breasts... I've never seen anything like them. They look so soft; what would happen if I touched them?)
I quickly averted my eyes and slipped into the tub. My heart pounded, and my body grew hotter than the water's heat. The woman entered too, and the sound of water echoed. She introduced herself as Misato, a handicraft artist visiting for onsen therapy. Our eyes met naturally, and we exchanged light nods.
"Good evening. Lucky to have the private bath at this hour."
Misato's voice was calm, her smile gentle. She looked to be in her mid-30s, her plump figure relaxing in the water. I nodded and started a conversation.
"Yes, here to ease work fatigue. I'm Keisuke. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Misato. I make handicrafts, but my hands have been tired lately. The autumn mountain village is nice, with beautiful autumn leaves."
In the tub, we naturally drew closer. The steam's moisture wrapped our skin, transmitting each other's body heat. Misato's shoulder leaned slightly toward me, and I could see her large breasts swaying beneath the water's surface. I tried to look away but couldn't help glancing.
The talk turned to the past. I complained about tiring routine work as a civil servant and my lack of romance. Misato shared stories of handicraft struggles and why she enjoyed solo trips. Her eyes were kind, her plump body relaxed in the water.
"Keisuke, your shoulders look stiff. Shall I rub them?"
At her sudden words, I felt a jolt. Misato's fingers touched my shoulder, the soft sensation transmitting. Combined with the water's warmth, it felt pleasant.
(Such a gentle person... I want to be closer.)
As the conversation flowed, Misato's body naturally drew nearer. Her large breasts lightly brushed my arm, and I felt their soft elasticity. The weight of her G-cups seemed to invite me as they floated in the water. Evening light filtered into the bath, with steam creating a fantastical haze.
Misato's eyes grew slightly moist, and her hand slid down to my chest. "Keisuke, are you tense? Relax more."
I could only nod, my body heating up. Misato pressed her large breasts against my chest, the soft flesh sensation transmitting directly. Her plump body was warm, the steam's moisture making her skin smooth.
"Misato... in a place like this."
"It's fine. No one will come, and it might be the charm of onsen therapy."
Her lips approached, and a light kiss was exchanged. My body trembled at the first sensation. Misato's hand slowly extended to my groin, gently grasping my cock in the water. Already hard, it was enveloped by her soft palm and twitched in response.
(Wow, Misato's hand is warm and soft... My cock feels like it's melting.)
Smiling, Misato guided my head to her bosom. She buried my face in the valley of her large breasts and brought her nipple to my lips as if to nurse. I instinctively opened my mouth and sucked on the pink nipple. Misato's nipple was firm and taut, mixed with the sweet scent of the water.
"Ah, Keisuke, suck gently..."
Her voice rang sweetly, and her hand's movement quickened. The handjob sensation was slippery from the water's resistance, and precum leaked from my cock's tip. Misato's fingers gently rubbed the glans and squeezed the base. Her large breasts enveloped my face, the soft flesh waves caressing my cheeks.
I sucked harder on the nipple, rolling it with my tongue. Misato's body trembled, and her pussy touched my thigh in the water. The softness of her plump thighs excited me further.
"Misato's breasts are so big and soft... Your nipples taste sweet."
"Hehe, suck more. Use my massive breasts as you like."
Misato's large breasts were heavy, completely burying my face. The G-cup volume, moistened by the steam, created an irresistible clinging sensation. Her hand stroked my cock up and down, her thumb grinding the glans. My cock pulsed, veins standing out as it grew rigid.
(This is beyond imagination. I want to touch Misato's pussy too... but for now, this.)
Misato whispered in my ear, quickening her hand. "Keisuke, your cock is so hard and hot... Are you about to come?"
I sucked on the nipple as if biting, lifting my hips. Her palm made wet sounds, coaxing my seed in the water. The soft flesh of her large breasts crushed my cheeks, the pleasure so intense it was hard to breathe.
Finally unable to hold back, I released a large load of semen into Misato's hand. It pulsed thickly, white threads mixing in the water. Misato gently squeezed out the last drop and held my head to her chest.
"Good boy, Keisuke. It seems like your first time."
I panted, pressing my face to Misato's large breasts. The steam's moisture cooled our bodies, and the quiet of the autumn dusk returned. Her plump body was warm, deeply etched in my heart as my first sweet memory.
That night, alone in my inn room, I recalled Misato's touch. The softness of her large breasts, the warmth of her handjob... Surely unforgettable. We didn't exchange contact info, ending as an onsen encounter, but my heart was fulfilled.