Milked Dry by a Busty Fuck Buddy in a Private Beach Lagoon Pool

I, Kengo, arrived at a tropical resort in the summer. As a freelance environmental journalist in my late twenties, I'd been living a hectic life.

I'd built up so much work stress that I finally took a long-overdue vacation.

To escape the bustle of the beach, I chose a private lagoon pool that felt like a hidden retreat.

The midday sun sparkled on the water's surface, while palm trees swayed in the breeze.

The sound of waves was soothing, and the salty sea air caressed my skin.

I set my bags by the poolside, changed into swim trunks, and slipped into the water.

The water was warm and inviting.

Floating alone in this quiet, empty space was pure bliss.

(Ah, relaxing like this in a place like this is such a luxury.)

Then, I sensed someone approaching from the other side of the water.

Squinting, I recognized the familiar silhouette.

It was Riko.

She was an indie musician, and we'd had a one-night stand a few months ago, turning into friends with benefits.

Running into her here was completely unexpected, and my heart started pounding.

Riko was a vibrant woman in her mid-twenties, and her bikini looked stunning on her.

What stood out most were those massive breasts.

They had to be at least G-cups, their volume obvious even from across the pool.

The swimsuit clung tightly, carving out a deep cleavage.

Even in the water, they'd probably bob and float with the buoyancy.

(That softness... I can't forget it...)

"Kengo! What a coincidence running into you here!"

Riko waved with a big smile.

She approached, splashing through the water.

I stood up abruptly in surprise and replied.

"Riko? No way, you scared me. On vacation?"

"Yeah, I'm here looking for inspiration for my music. What about you?"

"Healing from work burnout. This private pool is amazing, right?"

Our conversation flowed easily.

Riko talked about her music.

Stories from recent gigs, ideas for new tracks with tropical rhythms.

I shared a bit about my environmental journalism.

Beach pollution issues, the importance of summer seas.

We drew closer in the water, shoulders brushing, laughing together.

Riko's skin glistened wet, carrying the sweet scent of sunscreen.

We chatted for a while.

Then Riko's eyes drifted down my body with a sly glance.

"Hey, Kengo. It's been a while... I kinda want to pick up where we left off that night."

Her voice dropped a notch.

The pool was just us.

Surrounding trees walled off the space like a secret hideaway.

My groin was already stirring.

(Damn, Riko's huge tits are right there, jiggling...)

Riko inched closer, and even underwater, I could feel her body heat.

Her bikini top shifted slightly against the water's resistance, teasing the edge of her areola.

The weight of her G-cups buoyed up, pressing against the surface.

So soft, like they'd sink into my hands if I touched them.

Riko's hand wrapped around my waist.

"No one's coming here, right? Something about being underwater makes it thrilling."

Her lips whispered in my ear.

Her breath was hot.

I could only nod, words failing me.

Riko pressed her massive breasts against my chest.

The close contact in the water, with buoyancy added, felt like a zero-gravity embrace.

Her breasts deformed softly, enveloping my body.

"Riko, your tits are still so huge and soft..."

I murmured, and she giggled.

"You love them, don't you? In the water, it's even more fun."

Her hand slid downward.

It slipped straight into my swim trunks without hesitation.

Her fingertips gently stroked the tip of my cock.

The chill of the water mixed with her warmth, sending shivers through me.

(Ah, my cock's already rock-hard... Riko's G-cup tits filling my view.)

Riko leaned in, bringing her breasts close to my face.

Her nipples floated on the surface, pink and glistening wet.

"Look at these tits. Can you feel them swaying in the water?"

I reached out instinctively and groped them.

The water slowed my movements.

Breast flesh overflowed between my fingers, quivering.

It was the ultimate softness.

(Such huge tits... like a dream. A guy like me, who's basically a virgin at heart, getting this luxury?)

Riko's fingers gripped my cock.

The underwater handjob began.

Her palm moved slowly up and down.

The water's friction made it slicker than usual.

"Your cock's so hot and hard, Kengo... You're excited, huh?"

Her voice was sweet.

I groaned, grabbing her massive breasts with both hands.

Pinching her nipples made her body twitch.

(Riko's pussy must be soaked too... But right now, this hand alone is intense enough.)

Her fingers stimulated from the base to the tip.

Her thumb rubbed the ridge, occasionally massaging my balls gently.

Bubbles rose in the water, heightening the arousal.

Riko's breasts slapped the surface, creating waves that filled my vision.

Her deep cleavage dripped with water.

"Squeeze harder... Ah, right there."

Riko let out a soft moan.

My other hand reached for her bikini bottom.

The fabric over her pussy was already damp.

I slid my fingers in, finding her clit.

Her body trembled, and her hand sped up.

My cock throbbed.

(Ah, this underwater action... Just imagining full sex has me on the edge. Riko's tits brushing my face, that soft scent.)

Riko pressed tight, sandwiching my chest between her breasts.

The weight crushed me with pleasure in the water.

Her lips kissed my neck.

Her tongue's trail felt like electricity.

The handjob pace quickened.

Thumb and index finger circled the tip.

(Riko's hand is so slick and perfect... Wonder how it'd feel inside her pussy, tight and swallowing my cock.)

Excitement peaked.

Riko's massive breasts kept swaying in my view.

The G-cup volume resonated with the water's ripples.

"Riko, I'm... gonna cum."

"Go ahead, let it all out... It's underwater, feel it."

My body spasmed.

A huge load erupted from my cock.

White strands spread in the water, coating her hand.

Her fingers milked me gently to the end.

(Ah, completely drained... By Riko's tits and hand, cumming this hard.)

Breathing heavily, we embraced in the water.

Her body heat melted the water's coolness.

Her breasts softly wrapped around my lingering aftershocks.

"Kengo, did it feel good?"

Riko smiled.

I nodded and kissed her back.

The pool water rippled quietly.

In that moment, I felt something more than just friends with benefits.

Riko's heartbeat echoed in my chest.

Under the summer sun, our connection seemed to deepen a little.

But it was probably just a fleeting illusion.

Still, it'd be an unforgettable day.