Reunited with My Busty Fuck Buddy at a Midnight Speakeasy: Teased by Her Gentle Touches

The summer night was steamy and oppressive, and my freelance life was as hectic as ever.

Clutching my guitar, I dashed between studios every day, with composition deadlines closing in, yet my head was full of other thoughts.

On a whim, I decided to head to an underground speakeasy bar in the city.

At midnight, the place had dim lighting that felt comforting, with jazz BGM playing quietly.

I sat at the counter and ordered a chilled beer, and that's when I noticed the figure who sat down next to me.

It was Misaki.

The illustrator I'd met at a drinking party before and ended up in a casual fuck buddy arrangement with.

Since that time, Misaki's body had been burned into my mind and wouldn't leave.

Especially those full, voluptuous breasts.

Her thin summer knit top clung slightly from the sweat, and the volume that looked like G-cups swayed under the light, like soft, ripe fruit.

(Oh man, running into her here like this—fate or what? I want to touch those breasts again.)

Misaki seemed to notice me too and turned with a smile.

"Shota, long time no see. What a coincidence running into you here."

Her voice was soft, melting into the humid summer air.

I hurriedly took a sip of my beer, trying to play it cool.

"Misaki, yeah, surprised me too. Just taking a break between jobs."

The conversation started flowing.

Misaki talked about how busy she was with a new illustration project lately.

I vented about my composing woes.

By the time we were on our second beers, every time her cleavage swayed at the edge of my vision, my heart pounded.

Maybe it was the summer heat, but Misaki's skin was slightly dewy with sweat, and the line of her neck was erotic.

(Just recalling the night of that drinking party, burying my face in Misaki's breasts, makes my crotch heat up...)

As time passed, we drifted into reminiscing about old times.

How we'd hit it off at that drinking party and, after leaving the bar, spent the night at a nearby love hotel.

Misaki laughed shyly, but inside, my excitement was uncontrollable.

"Shota, remember? We got so into talking about your guitar that night."

Her hand lightly touched my arm.

That soft touch sparked my fantasies.

(Misaki's fingers, so gentle like that... If she gripped my cock, I'd melt.)

The bar grew even dimmer, the late-night air thick and clinging.

Misaki ordered a cocktail, and as she tilted her glass, it accentuated her breasts.

The deep valley of her G-cups was etched in the shadows of the light.

I tried to look away, but it was impossible.

"Misaki, you're as beautiful as ever. Your breasts... uh, never mind."

The words slipped out, but she just giggled.

Gradually, the talk shifted to more erotic territory.

Misaki murmured, "Lately, I've had a lot of lonely nights."

My heart stirred.

(Chance. Sign she wants to revive our fuck buddy thing... I want to grope those huge tits again.)

Her foot lightly brushed my knee.

Teased by her soft touches, my imagination ran wild.

Under the bar counter, my crotch throbbed hard and ached.

Misaki whispered in my ear.

"Shota, the private room in the back might be free. Want to talk more slowly there?"

I could only nod, and we moved to the back of the bar together.

The sofa in the private room was soft, the summer heat trapped inside.

When Misaki sat next to me, her breasts pressed against my shoulder.

That sensation alone made my head spin.

"Misaki... I can't forget that night."

Unable to hold back, I reached out.

She didn't resist, guiding my hand to her breast.

Through the summer knit fabric, the weight of her G-cup transferred to me.

Soft, warm, my fingers sank in.

(Wow, so huge... This volume won't fit in my palm.)

Misaki's breathing grew a bit ragged.

"Shota, be gentle."

Her soft touch stroked my neck.

Her fingertips slowly slipped under my shirt.

I lifted her knit top.

Her bra came into view.

Black lace, the valley of her G-cups glistening with sweat.

The curves of her breasts swelled like perfect hemispheres, the nipples poking through the thin fabric at the peaks.

(Such erotic tits, I'd jerk off to them every day...)

I unhooked her bra and touched them directly.

The feel of bare breast was beyond imagination.

The soft flesh overflowed between my fingers, the skin hot with visible veins.

Misaki let out a small gasp.

"Ah... Shota, you're too excited."

Her hand reached for my pants.

She unzipped me and gripped my cock.

Mine was already twitching, pre-cum stringing out.

Misaki's fingers moved softly up and down.

"So hard... You've gotten so big."

Those words exploded my fantasies.

(Misaki's handjob, the best... Faster, harder.)

I buried my face in her breasts and took a nipple in my mouth.

The sucking sounds echoed in the room.

Her nipple was hard and erect, tasting of sweet sweat.

Misaki leaned over me, pressing me back against the sofa.

Her huge breasts weighed down on my chest, nearly taking my breath.

"Shota, suck like it's nursing play, go ahead."

Her voice was sweet.

I suckled her nipple eagerly.

Meanwhile, Misaki's hand kept stroking my cock.

Her finger traced the ridge of the head, fluid spilling from the tip.

(Damn, with these soft touches, I'm gonna come... With my experience, I can't hold out.)

In less than 30 seconds, the urge to ejaculate surged.

But Misaki didn't stop.

She knelt down and brought her mouth close to my cock.

Anticipating the blowjob, my body trembled.

Misaki's lips slowly enveloped the head.

The warm mouth feel, her tongue swirling along the underside.

"Mmm... Tasty."

Her huge breasts jiggled on her knees, filling my view.

I bucked my hips, lost in the fantasy of thrusting deep into her throat.

(Misaki's mouth pussy, so slick and perfect... Deeper.)

The blowjob intensified.

Her head bobbed up and down, saliva dripping onto my cock.

I couldn't hold back and held her head down.

"Misaki, I'm coming...!"

A massive load shot into her mouth.

Misaki swallowed it with a gulp and looked up at me smiling.

"Quick, Shota. But it's cute."

My excitement unrelenting, I pushed Misaki down onto the sofa.

I hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties.

Her pussy was exposed.

Pubic hair damp with summer sweat covered the pink slit.

Her clit swelled plump, love juices stringing out.

(Such an erotic pussy, I want to lick it... My ultimate fantasy coming true.)

I buried my face and started cunnilingus.

My tongue rolled her clit, sucking her folds.

Misaki's hips bucked wildly.

"Ahh, Shota, you're good..."

While kneading her huge breasts, my cock revived.

Misaki straddled me in cowgirl position.

She positioned my cock at her entrance and slowly sank down.

Hot walls clenched, swallowing me.

"So big... Misaki's pussy is slick and feels amazing."

Her G-cups bounced, undulating up and down.

From below, I grabbed her breasts, pinching the nipples.

Misaki's moans grew louder, her pussy spasming.

The climax came with titjob.

Misaki pressed her huge breasts together on my lap, sandwiching my cock in the valley.

The soft flesh compressed, enveloping the head.

Sweat and pre-cum made it slippery, waves rippling with each thrust.

(This breast fuck is heaven... Can't stop, want it forever.)

Misaki's tongue occasionally flicked the head, and I came a second time.

White semen splattered into the valley, staining her chest.

After coming multiple times that night, we embraced, breathing heavily.

Misaki's soft touch stroked my back.

"Shota, maybe more than just fuck buddies, something deeper."

Those words warmed my chest.

A night of not just lust, but emotional stirrings.

When we left the bar, the summer breeze felt a bit cooler.

But my head was still full of Misaki's huge breasts.

I hope nights like this continue.