Busty Nurse's Home Visit: A Steamy Breastfeeding Handjob Encounter

Soft spring sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains into the bedroom.

I, Hiroki, work from home as a graphic designer, but lately I've caught a cold and have been confined to bed.

In my early 30s, times like this make living alone feel unbearably tough.

Wrapped in a blanket around my feverish body, I stared blankly at the ceiling.

In the afternoon, the intercom rang.

It was the day for my home nursing visit.

Dragging my heavy body, I opened the door to find Satomi standing there.

She was a nurse in her late 20s with a gentle smile.

Her uniform fit perfectly, and beneath the slightly open white shirt at her chest, I could see an unbelievable volume swaying.

(Wow, they're huge... Probably G-cups. That cleavage could swallow my whole face.)

Satomi greeted me brightly and came inside.

I led her to my bedroom, where she sat at the bedside and offered me a thermometer.

"Hiroki, how's your fever? I'll take good care of you today."

Satomi's voice was kind, like a soothing spring breeze.

Dazed from the fever, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

Noticing my stare, Satomi blushed slightly and adjusted her shirt.

But that only emphasized her ample curves more, making my heart pound.

The care began.

Satomi placed her hand on my forehead and changed the cold towel.

Her touch was soft, exuding professional nurse expertise.

As she gave me my medicine, we chatted lightly—about my job, spring cherry blossoms.

Satomi was single, busy but enjoyed talking with her patients.

I nodded, all too aware of her breast's swell right nearby, and my fantasies started to swell.

(If these hands touched my body... If she pressed that huge chest against my face, what would it feel like? Hot breath against her cleavage, soft flesh enveloping my cheeks...)

My face heated up, and I blamed it on the cold.

As time passed, Satomi's hands began gently massaging my shoulders and arms.

"Your body's tense, so I'll loosen it up."

The feel of her fingertips on my skin was electric, incredibly pleasurable.

The bedroom air mixed with the scent of spring flowers, feeling sweetly intoxicating.

Lying on the bed, I couldn't hold back from letting her breasts fill my view.

Satomi pretended not to notice, continuing with a smile.

But inside me, it was unstoppable.

(Satomi's breasts must be so soft. If I squeezed them, my fingers would sink in, and that milky white skin would overflow...)

When the massage ended, Satomi took out a towel to wipe my body.

She lifted my upper shirt slightly to wipe away the sweat.

In that moment, her breast brushed lightly against my arm.

Soft, warm, with a resilient bounce.

My body jerked in response, and a ache stirred in my lower half.

"Hiroki, are you okay? Your face is so red."

Satomi leaned in with concern.

I hurriedly looked away, but she gently stroked my head.

Her hand combed through my hair softly.

In the quiet spring afternoon bedroom, our breaths seemed audible.

Satomi sat on the bed, nestling close beside me.

"I'll make you feel even better. Just relax."

Her voice echoed sweetly in my ear.

Then, suddenly, Satomi undid one button on her shirt.

Her chest opened slightly, revealing a deep cleavage.

(What? Is this a dream? Those G-cup bombshells seem to be tempting me.)

Noticing my gaze, Satomi smiled.

"Hiroki, you seem tense. Are my breasts bothering you?"

Her direct words left me speechless.

She took my hand and gently guided it to her chest.

The soft swell spread across my palm.

Warm, jiggling with a tremble.

My fingers naturally sank in, feeling the weight of her breast.

"It's okay to touch. It's part of the care."

With Satomi's words, my reason flew out the window.

As a virgin, just imagining this situation excited me, but this was real.

(So big... These breasts are the greatest treasure of my life. Her nipples must be pink and perky.)

I slipped my hand inside her shirt, kneading over her bra.

Satomi's breath grew a bit ragged.

Her breasts overflowed my palm, the slippery soft flesh between my fingers irresistible.

Satomi whispered in my ear.

"Be bolder. Let's cool down your heat."

She unhooked her bra and parted her shirt.

What appeared was a perfect G-cup bust.

White skin with pale pink areolas.

Her nipples were small and hard, like flower petals quivering in the spring breeze.

I couldn't hold back and brought my face close.

Satomi pulled my head in, pressing it into her cleavage.

The soft walls of flesh enveloped my cheeks, her sweet body scent tickling my nose.

(Heaven... This warmth, I want to stay forever.)

I extended my tongue and suckled her nipple with wet smacks.

Satomi's hand reached for my pants, gripping my cock through my underwear.

My already hard penis throbbed in her palm.

"Hiroki, you're so stiff. That's cute."

Satomi's hand moved gently up and down.

The breastfeeding handjob had begun.

With her nipple in my mouth, I kneaded her huge breasts with both hands.

Breast flesh spilled from my fingers, the squishy feel addictive.

Satomi's hand was rhythmic, and each stroke of her thumb over my glans made my hips buck.

(Oh no, I'm gonna cum... If I keep sucking her nipple and blow my load, my semen will spurt and coat her hand.)

Her other hand gently massaged my balls.

She gripped the base of my cock tight, twirling the tip.

My pre-cum wet her fingers.

Satomi continued the slow handjob with my face buried in her breasts.

"Does it feel good? Suck more, it's fine."

I suckled her nipple fervently, rolling it with my tongue.

Her breast jiggled at my lips, even making me hallucinate milk.

The pleasure in my lower body neared its peak.

My cock's veins swelled, my urethra hot and throbbing.

(Ah, a virgin like me being jerked off by such a sexy nurse... Imagining her pussy, I can't hold it.)

Satomi's hand sped up, and I couldn't hold back—I ejaculated.

A massive load splattered her palm, drawing white strings.

My body shook as I exhaled into her cleavage.

But it didn't end there.

Satomi smiled, wiped her hand, and gripped my cock again.

"Still hard, huh? Let me make you cum once more."

She pressed her huge breasts against my chest, repeating the breastfeeding handjob.

This time, she let me suckle each nipple in turn, stroking my penis from the base.

Her fingers teased the sensitive glans, leading me to a second climax.

Semen spurted, a bit landing on her blouse.

Satomi didn't mind, hugging me gently.

"Hiroki, that was good for you. Your fever should go down now."

Basking in the afterglow, we cuddled on the bed.

The spring afternoon light gently illuminated our bodies.

The warmth of Satomi's breasts melted my heart.

In that moment, my virgin overactive fantasies turned into real trust.

She kissed my forehead and whispered,

"I'll come again. Next time, I'll care for you even deeper."

I nodded, feeling an intimacy budding like an extension of daily life.

My cold seemed cured, but this relationship would continue.

The sweet, secret care from the busty nurse.