Business Trip Temptation: A Busty Consultant's Breastfeeding Handjob Encounter

It was a sweltering summer evening, and the cicadas' chorus echoed through the streets of this out-of-town city. I, Keisuke, a mid-thirties marketing consultant, was staying at this hotel to visit local clients. The meetings had dragged on, leaving me utterly drained, so I stopped by the hotel's lounge bar just to unwind.

The lounge was a cool oasis thanks to the air conditioning, with soft lighting gently illuminating the glasses. I sat at the counter and ordered a gin and tonic, then glanced to my side. There sat a woman named Misaki. She was an independent business advisor, her suit polished and professional. I saw her business card later, but she seemed like an early-thirties career woman.

Misaki's first impression hit me with her chest. Her white blouse was stretched tight, barely containing what looked like G-cup breasts that swayed gently with every breath. I couldn't help but stare, thinking to myself (Wow... that cleavage is so deep. What would it feel like to touch?). Her youthful face paired well with her black semi-long hair, exuding an intelligent allure.

I let slip a bit of work frustration, and Misaki smiled as she struck up a conversation.

"Sounds tough. I do similar work myself. Want some advice on marketing strategies?"

Her voice was soft and professional. We hit it off right away, bonding over the loneliness of business trips and clients' demands. Our glasses emptied and refilled as the summer sunset streamed through the windows, bathing the lounge in orange hues.

Misaki was cheerful and a great conversationalist. As she shared stories from her past projects, my tension melted away. We laughed over shared industry jargon, and even delved into tequila talk, with me nodding excitedly.

(This woman is smart, beautiful... and those breasts are incredible. This feels like fate.)

Time flew by, and it was past 9 PM. The lounge's jazz BGM played on, the warmth of alcohol spreading through my body. Then Misaki suggested,

"We haven't talked enough, right? Want to continue in my room? I can show you some materials."

I hesitated for a second but nodded, figuring it was just work-related. We took the elevator up, entering her spacious suite with a clean bed and sofa, summer night breeze rustling the curtains.

The conversation flowed even in the room. We sat on the sofa, pouring wine for each other. Misaki's blouse loosened a bit, accentuating her ample chest even more. She seemed to notice my gaze drawn there.

"You look tired. Let's relax."

She said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. Her warm touch made my heart race. As talk shifted to personal matters and stress relief, our distance closed.

(Is this a chance? No, she's a professional contact... but I want to touch those breasts...)

Misaki's eyes glistened as she cupped my cheek. Our lips met naturally in a soft kiss. Fueled by alcohol, my inhibitions faded. Her tongue explored my mouth, spreading a sweet taste.

As we kissed repeatedly, Misaki began unbuttoning her blouse. Underneath was a black lace bra straining to hold her G-cup breasts. Her pale skin glowed in the light, with hints of pink areolas peeking out.

"Keisuke, you're so hard already..."

Misaki reached for my crotch, stroking my cock gently over my pants. It was rock-hard, throbbing in my underwear. Unable to hold back, I slid my hand to her chest.

(So soft... so heavy... this is what real big tits feel like. It's like a dream.)

Unhooking her bra released her breasts with a bounce. Her nipples were small and erect, and she let out a soft moan at my touch. We moved to the bed, stripping each other bare. Misaki's body was curvaceous, her black panties damp with arousal.

Misaki positioned me on my back and brought her breasts to my face.

"Want me to nurse you? Let me heal you."

Taking her nipple in my mouth, a sweet scent filled my nose. I suckled eagerly, making her tremble. I licked and swirled my tongue around it, the weight of her breast pressing down, nearly overwhelming me.

Meanwhile, her hand gripped my cock. She pulled down my underwear, and it sprang free, precum trailing. Her slender fingers stroked the head rhythmically, starting the breastfeeding handjob.

"Hehe, your cock is so hot and thick... you're excited, aren't you?"

Her voice was sweet as I suckled, lifting my hips. Her strokes were steady, then she shifted to nestle my cock between her breasts. It was a titjob now. The soft flesh enveloped me, the slick sensation irresistible.

(Oh god, this big tit titjob is beyond imagination. My cock feels like it's melting.)

I couldn't resist kneading her breasts, flesh spilling between my fingers as she moaned.

"Harder... play with my tits however you want."

Things heated up as she took my cock in her mouth. The warmth of her blowjob enveloped me, her tongue teasing the tip. I reached for her pussy, sliding her panties aside to reveal her wet folds. Her clit was swollen, and touching it made her juices flow.

"Misaki's pussy is soaking... does my finger feel good?"

I went down on her, tracing her folds with my tongue. Her taste was slightly salty, heightening my arousal. Her breasts pressed against my head, immersing me in pleasure.

Next, Misaki straddled me in cowgirl position, sinking onto my cock and rocking slowly. Her tight walls gripped me, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust against her G-spot. I pinched her nipples from below, thrusting up as I groped.

"Ah, Keisuke, so deep... touch my tits too."

The sex intensified, and in missionary, I grabbed her breasts firmly. Each deep thrust into her pussy sent juices splashing. I rubbed her clit, bringing her close to climax.

(This feels too real... As a thirty-something virgin, I could only fantasize about this.)

For the climax, Misaki returned to the breastfeeding handjob. Burying my face in her breasts, sucking her nipple as her hand pumped furiously. I couldn't hold back, erupting in thick spurts across her chest. She smiled, wiping it off.

"You came so much... felt good?"

Afterward, we showered together, soaping each other up in the bath for more slippery play. I slid my cock between her breasts again, finishing with another titjob. I came multiple times that night, lost in her body until morning.

The next morning, summer sunlight streamed through the window. Misaki and I woke in bed, sharing a light kiss. We dressed, resuming our professional demeanors.

"Let's consult on work again sometime."

She smiled, and we parted in the lobby. Feeling a secret bond, I continued my trip, my mind replaying the feel of those breasts over and over.