Hot Springs Temptation: Secret Handjob from Busty Boss in Private Bath During Company Trip

The summer company trip was supposed to be just a break for a newbie like me, Yusuke.

I'd only been working as a data analyst for half a year, spending my days staring at numbers with hardly any chance to chat with women.

The highlight was the luxurious hot springs at the resort hotel.

It was meant to be a fun group outing, but by some twist of luck in the lottery, the private bath with sauna went to Mire from marketing directing and me, just the two of us.

Mire was a beautiful boss in her mid-thirties, known around the office as the reliable big sister type.

Her bright smile was striking, and while she was dedicated to work, she sometimes showed a softer side that made my heart skip.

That day, when she appeared in her swimsuit, my heart nearly stopped at the sight of her body.

The black bikini dug into her shoulders, her chest straining against the fabric.

Those were definitely G-cup, no, H-cup level massive breasts.

They swayed with every step, the deep cleavage threatening to pull me in.

(Wow, seeing tits this huge in real life is intense... way too stimulating for a virgin like me.)

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, filling the indoor bath with steamy heat.

Once the sauna door closed, the space felt suddenly intimate with just us two.

The water splashed softly as Mire slipped into the tub first.

"Yusuke, no need to be tense. Just relax and join me."

Her voice echoed gently.

I hurriedly wrapped a towel around myself and slid into the hot water.

The heat enveloped my body, sweat beading on my skin.

Across from me, Mire's breasts floated on the surface.

The wet bikini fabric turned semi-transparent, the faint outline of her pink areolas teasing through.

(I can't look away. Breasts like that bobbing in the water—I've only fantasized about it.)

We started with work talk, chatting about the trip's purpose and recent project updates.

Every time Mire hugged her knees and laughed, her chest rippled, and I felt a stir in my groin.

The summer sun lit the edges of the windows, steam blurring my vision.

The air carried a faint sulfur scent mixed with the sweet aroma of Mire's shampoo, making my head spin.

"Mire, do you always relax like this?"

I managed to ask, and she smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Hee hee, once in a while. But it's more fun with a fresh young colleague like you."

Her words set my heart pounding.

It was innocent conversation, but I swore her gaze flicked over my body.

Was my face red from the heat or excitement? I couldn't tell.

As time passed, silence fell, broken only by the water's lapping.

(This is bad. My cock's getting hard under my bikini bottoms—if she notices, I'm done.)

Suddenly, Mire leaned closer.

"Yusuke, your shoulders look tense. Want me to massage them?"

Her fingers touched my shoulder.

The soft sensation made me jolt.

Mire chuckled softly, pulling me close until our bodies pressed together.

In that moment, her massive breasts brushed my arm.

So soft, with real weight to them.

Even through the bikini, they yielded plushly, driving me wild.

(Whoa, Mire's huge tits are against me! Hotter than the water itself.)

The steam thickened, muffling sounds as her hand slid slowly to my waist.

"Relax... good boy."

Her breath tickled my ear, her sweet scent teasing my nose.

I was speechless.

For a virgin like me, was this a dream or reality?

Her hand ventured lower.

Under the water, she gently touched my groin.

Through the towel, she gripped, tracing the shape of my cock.

"Hee hee, you're so hard already? How cute, Yusuke."

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

I squeezed my eyes shut in panic, but my body betrayed me.

She shifted the towel aside and grasped my cock directly.

In the hot water, the slick sensation made it throb wildly.

My swollen head strained, pre-cum mixing with the water, heightening the thrill instead of discomfort.

(Mire's hand is so warm and soft... my virgin cock might just melt.)

Mire began stroking gently but rhythmically.

Her thumb rubbed the underside of my head, squeezing the base firmly.

The water churned with splashes as my breathing grew ragged.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, the bikini strings loosening to deepen her cleavage.

"Mire... ah, this is... too much..."

I gasped, and she whispered in my ear.

"No need to hold back. Let it all out."

The pace quickened.

Wet, squelching sounds echoed underwater as my cock reached its limit.

Each stroke over the ridge sent electric pleasure surging.

(The weight of those huge tits enveloping me, her hand milking my cock... pure ecstasy.)

Finally, I arched my hips and came.

Thick spurts of semen mixed into the water, coating her hand white.

But she didn't stop.

"Not done yet. Virgins like you have so much stamina."

Laughing, she started again.

The second time was even more intense.

Mire shifted, guiding my head into her cleavage.

My face buried in the soft valley of her breasts, cheeks enveloped in yielding flesh.

The heavy mounds pressed against me, stealing my breath.

A musky mix of sweat and steam filled my senses as I nuzzled instinctively.

(I want to drown in this sea of tits... I can feel her nipples hardening through the bikini.)

Her hand mercilessly pumped my cock.

The water's lubrication let her swirl around the head like lotion.

My tip twitched, and I came again.

Semen splashed out, hitting her thigh.

"That's it, give me more. Does my hand feel good?"

Her voice purred sweetly.

For the third round, she wrapped both hands around my cock.

Fingers gently kneaded my balls through the gaps, pressing the base while sliding up and down.

She rubbed her breasts against my chest, the bikini slipping to nearly expose her nipples.

The pink areolas glistened wetly in the water.

(Those nipples... I want to suck them... but I can't handle this handjob pleasure right now.)

My vision blurred, the afternoon sun gilding the steam golden.

Overwhelmed by heat and arousal, my mind went blank for the fourth climax.

It was a dry orgasm with barely any release, but Mire smiled contentedly.

At last, her hand stilled, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Whew, Yusuke, you were amazing. First time?"

I could only nod, sinking into the tub, breathless.

Her breasts still touched me, the aftershocks trembling through my body.

(My first handjob ever, from a busty boss... is this real? I'll be jerking off to this memory every night.)

Afterward, we hit the sauna to warm up and slipped back into normal chat.

The rest of the trip was fun rejoining the group, but my mind was filled with Mire's hands and chest.

Our relationship stayed professional after that, with her as the kind boss.

But even now, the steamy memory of that hidden bath fuels my virgin fantasies.

That summer afternoon, lost in the temptation of her huge breasts, was an unforgettable first experience.