Seduced by My Female Boss with a Sweet Kiss in the Business Lounge on a Business Trip
On a rainy business trip evening, mid-30s assistant Kengo is tempted by his early-40s boss Riko in the hotel lounge, leading to an intense adult encounter.
On a rainy evening during the rainy season, the city at our business trip destination was soaked in a steady drizzle.
I, Kengo, had been sent out as a marketing assistant to visit clients in the area.
In my mid-thirties, my work was average, but my experience with women was nonexistent.
That evening I was in the hotel business lounge, working late with my boss Riko.
Riko was the sales director, around her early forties.
She had a cool, beautiful face with a strict expression that intimidated everyone at the office.
But the moment I saw her in that blouse today, my eyes were glued to her.
Beneath the white fabric stretched tight across her chest, as if the buttons might pop at any second, her full, heavy breasts swayed with every movement.
(Those have to be at least a G-cup… way too big, they ripple like waves when she walks.)
Riko’s breasts weren’t just large; they looked heavy and ripe, like mature fruit, and just imagining them left a virgin like me breathless.
The lounge’s soft lighting highlighted her cleavage, casting deep shadows that made the sight even more alluring.
While the rain tapped against the windows, we spread out our laptops and pored over documents.
“Kengo, these presentation numbers need more impact. The client wasn’t impressed yesterday, remember?”
Riko’s voice was as sharp as ever.
I nodded quickly and started typing.
“Yes, understood. I’ll adjust the graph here.”
Outside the sky was overcast, and the humid air of the rainy season made the lounge feel heavy.
The scent of coffee drifted by, and occasionally other business travelers passed our table, but our corner stayed quiet.
Riko adjusted her glasses while flipping through papers, her breasts brushing the table lightly before swaying again.
(Wow, they look so soft… If I touched them they’d sink right in, my hand would disappear.)
My mind was no longer on work.
As time passed, the lounge grew emptier.
Past six o’clock, the rain outside turned heavy.
Riko sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“That’s enough for today. You did well, Kengo.”
Her smile was unusually gentle, and my heart skipped.
“Thank you. You must be tired too, staying so late.”
The sound of melting ice in our glasses seemed strangely loud.
Riko gazed out the window, watching raindrops slide down the glass.
“This rainy season is so dreary. But nights on business trips feel a little special, don’t they?”
Her words made my pulse race.
Suddenly she leaned closer.
The sweet scent of her perfume tickled my nose.
“Kengo, you’ve been staring at my chest this whole time, haven’t you?”
She noticed?
I blushed and tried to deny it, but no words came out.
Riko’s eyes narrowed and her lips slowly approached.
The moment her soft lips touched mine, the world seemed to stop.
(A kiss… a real kiss. Riko’s lips are warm and moist…)
It started light and sweet.
Her breath mingled gently with mine, spreading a sweetness far more intoxicating than the humid air.
I closed my eyes, still uncertain.
Her hand touched my cheek and the kiss deepened.
Her tongue slipped in, found mine, and entwined.
(So slick… our saliva mixing… this is an adult kiss. I’m so excited it hurts.)
Her full breasts pressed against my chest, the soft weight unmistakable.
The heavy G-cup mounds seemed to envelop me through our shirts.
The kiss went on, her breathing growing ragged, and I instinctively lifted my hips.
Riko broke the kiss and whispered in my ear.
“Kengo, come closer. Don’t you want to touch my breasts?”
I could only nod.
My hands trembled as I unbuttoned her blouse.
It fell open to reveal her breasts, barely contained by a black lace bra.
The cleavage was deep, her skin pale and smooth.
(So big… if I buried my face in them I might not be able to breathe.)
I reached out hesitantly and squeezed over the bra.
They were soft, yielding under my fingers, heavy in my palms.
Riko let out a small moan.
“Mmm… Kengo, gently.”
When the bra came off, her pink nipples stood out, full and pert.
Freed, her breasts swayed heavily.
Unable to hold back, I leaned in and took a nipple into my mouth.
I sucked and Riko’s body jerked.
(Her nipple’s getting hard… it tastes sweet. I want more.)
Her hand reached for my zipper and pulled it down.
My erection sprang free, already leaking.
“Kengo, you’re so hard and hot… cute.”
Riko began stroking me.
I kneaded her breasts while thrusting into her hand.
We kissed again, more passionately this time.
Tongues tangled wetly, saliva dripping.
Her strokes quickened and I reached my limit almost immediately.
“Riko, I’m going to—!”
Thick spurts covered her hand.
But we weren’t finished.
She pushed me onto the sofa and pressed her breasts against my face.
“Like a facesit, isn’t it? Hard to breathe? But feel it.”
Buried between them, I drowned in soft, warm flesh.
(The scent of her breasts, a mix of sweat and something sweet like milk… heaven.)
Riko hiked up her skirt and slipped off her panties.
Her pussy was exposed, lightly trimmed, the pink folds glistening.
“Kengo, taste me.”
I knelt and ran my tongue over her clit.
Her slick nectar spread across my tongue as I continued licking.
Riko moaned, squeezing her own breasts.
“Ah, that’s good… right there, more.”
Her body trembled, close to climax.
My erection had recovered, aching again.
Finally Riko straddled me.
In cowgirl position she took me inside.
Her warm, tight walls enveloped me.
(So hot and snug inside her… her huge breasts bouncing above me, the best view.)
She ground her hips, pressing a nipple to my mouth.
I sucked while thrusting upward, both of us sweating.
We kissed, tongues entwined, until we finished together.
The sensation of coming inside her made me shudder.
Riko arched and climaxed as well.
We kept going, again and again.
In the bath I lathered her breasts for a titjob; in bed I took her from behind.
Every time her massive breasts swayed, my fantasies exploded.
(I want to fondle these breasts forever. Her clit, her nipples—everything mine.)
We came five times that night, yet it still wasn’t enough.
In the morning, with the rain cleared, Riko smiled.
“Last night was special, Kengo. But at work we’re still boss and subordinate.”
I nodded, already promising myself another night like this on the next trip.
Even now, just remembering the feel of those breasts and the taste of her kiss makes me stroke myself every night.
That one night changed everything for this former virgin.