Reunited Fuck Buddy at Autumn Izakaya: She Pressed Her Massive Cleavage Against Me and Jerked Me Off

On an autumn evening, a slightly chilly wind blew through the streets.

I, Hiroaki, an account executive at an advertising agency, was exhausted from work and headed to an after-hours drinking party as usual.

In my early thirties, I'd been so buried in work lately that my sex life had been nonexistent.

The spot I chose was my usual bustling izakaya.

I ordered a beer at the counter and let out a sigh.

The place was filled with my colleagues' laughter.

The smoke from the grilled yakitori hung in the air, and the beer's foam fizzed softly.

Glancing toward a table in the back, I spotted an unexpected face.

It was Satomi.

My former fuck buddy, a freelance writing assistant.

Satomi was in her late twenties, with a bright personality.

We'd hooked up occasionally until a few months ago.

Just thinking about her made my crotch heat up.

Especially those massive tits.

Satomi's breasts were probably G-cups—soft, heavy cleavage that always drove me wild.

Even now, the volume was clear under her thin knit top.

The autumn sweater clung tightly, jiggling with every breath.

(That's Satomi, right...? Those huge tits—I couldn't get enough of touching them.)

I took a sip of beer and mustered the courage to call out to her.

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

Satomi's eyes widened, then she broke into a smile.

"Hiroaki! Really? After-work drinks? I came with some friends, total chance."

Her voice was bright, with a sweet tone that felt good in my ears.

We naturally ended up at a table together.

My colleagues joined in, and the beers kept flowing.

The autumn night breeze slipped through the window, mixing with the scent of grilled yakitori as the conversation flowed.

Watching Satomi's smile brought back old memories.

Those nights in her room when we'd fuck over and over.

Kneading her massive tits, sucking her nipples—the softness I felt every time.

As Satomi leaned forward over the table to talk, her knit top revealed a deep cleavage.

Her G-cup tits swayed gently.

A glimpse of white skin, and a bit of lace from her bra.

My eyes were glued.

(Ah, just seeing these tits up close like this is making my cock hard... I want to bury my face in that cleavage and inhale until I can't breathe.)

Satomi seemed to notice, pressing her chest together now and then as she laughed.

"Hiroaki, how've you been? Work keeping you busy?"

"Yeah, pretty much. You? Writing going well?"

The chat kept light and easy.

The bitterness of the beer spread in my mouth, mingled with the sweet scent of her perfume.

But my mind was already full of dirty fantasies.

What would it feel like if Satomi pressed those massive tits against the table?

That kind of weight, enough to crush me.

(Back when we were fuck buddies, the way those tits smacked against my chest in cowgirl position—unforgettable. When she gave me a titjob, my cock was buried and melting away.)

The drinking wrapped up, and someone suggested moving to a second round.

Satomi sat next to me as we shifted to a private room.

The izakaya's private booth was dimly lit, the warm lights chasing away the autumn chill.

Once the door closed, the outside noise faded, creating an intimate air between us.

The others were still drinking, but Satomi and I took seats a bit apart.

"Hiroaki, let's talk like old times."

Satomi whispered.

Her eyes caught mine softly.

We'd had a trusting thing going. Fuck buddies, sure, but our hearts connected a little too.

I nodded and raised my glass.

I could feel the warmth of her body nearby.

The thin autumn knit left her breast's swell brushing close to my arm.

Then Satomi leaned in closer.

"Remember? This is how it started with us."

Her cleavage pressed against my shoulder.

The soft sensation transmitted through the knit.

The weight of her G-cup tits enveloped my body.

My heart pounded, breath growing ragged.

(Whoa, this softness... Warm and squishy, my cock's twitching like crazy. I'm getting way too excited, like some virgin.)

Satomi's breath tickled my ear.

Her sweet exhale teased my neck.

"Hiroaki, this part of you is getting hard."

Her hand reached gently to my crotch.

She cupped my cock through my pants.

Slowly stroking up and down.

I trembled, stifling a sound.

"Satomi... here of all places..."

"It's fine, no one's watching. Get off like old times."

Her words melted sweetly in my ear.

The handjob picked up speed.

She unzipped my pants, her hand touching my cock directly.

Her hot skin gripped my shaft.

Her fingers traced the ridge, precum leaking from the tip.

(Ah, fuck, this feels too good. Satomi's hand is so warm and smooth, my cock's throbbing. Pressed against those massive tits while she jerks me—it's like a dream... My heart's about to explode.)

Satomi's huge tits pressed harder against my chest.

My face sank into the deep groove of her cleavage.

The fabric muffled the bounce of her breasts against my cheek.

A sweet, milky scent filled my nose.

I couldn't hold back, reaching out to lift her knit top.

Her G-cup tits, spilling from the bra, were exposed.

Large pink areolas, nipples plump and erect.

"Go ahead and touch, Hiroaki."

Satomi's voice rang sweet.

I grabbed those massive tits with both hands.

Heavy, soft, too much for my palms.

My fingers sank in, flesh overflowing.

I pinched a nipple, and Satomi let out a soft moan.

"Ah... gently."

The handjob grew intense.

She gripped the base, stroking the length.

My hips bucked on their own.

(These tits ripple every time I squeeze. I want to suck those nipples. Slurping them would make milk squirt, they're so juicy. My cock's swollen thick, tip glistening.)

Satomi whispered in my ear.

"Your cock's so hot and hard. Gonna cum from my hand?"

Her finger pressed lightly at the slit.

Pleasure shot up my spine, and I couldn't hold it.

I pressed my face into her cleavage, licking a nipple.

Rolling it with my tongue, her body shivered.

A faint scent of her pussy drifted over.

"Satomi... I'm gonna cum..."

"Yeah, let it out. In my hand."

Finally, I came.

Thick ropes of cum soiled Satomi's hand.

Spurting hard, hot waves crashing through me.

My cock spasmed, lingering in the afterglow.

Satomi laughed, wiping her hand.

"Hehe, still quick on the draw, Hiroaki."

The private room's air hung hot and thick.

The autumn night stretched on.

We straightened our clothes and shared a smile.

This reunion might kick off a new fuck buddy phase.

The feel of Satomi's massive tits lingered on my body.

That softness, unforgettable.

The night's afterglow left my heart full.