Office Overtime: Big-Breasted Colleague's Under-Desk Handjob Surprise

I'm Takashi, a new copywriter who just started at an advertising agency.

I'm still in my late twenties, and I'm not used to the industry's relentless pace, so I'm wiped out every day.

This summer evening, the office air conditioning is on, but the heat from outside seeps through the windows bit by bit.

The private editing booth is a cramped room with just a desk and monitors lined up.

I'm here revising campaign copy, but today means staying late for overtime.

My colleague Misa is here with me. She's a graphic assistant, a bit senior to me.

Misa caught my eye right after she joined.

She has a bright smile and wears a light summer blouse, but her chest is incredible.

Her full, overflowing breasts strain against the buttons, easily G-cup territory.

They sway gently with every step, drawing my gaze like a magnet.

(I wonder what those huge tits would feel like to touch... soft, sinking right in...)

We usually only exchange greetings, but today the project deadline is looming, leaving us alone together.

We close the booth door, and the monitor light casts a bluish glow over the room.

Misa sits in the chair next to me, flipping through documents with a sigh.

"Takashi, looks like we're staying late again. It's so hot outside."

Her voice is soft, and when she tilts her head, her breasts shift slightly.

I quickly look away and pretend to type on the keyboard.

"Yeah, but let's wrap it up quick. Your designs always save me, Misa."

The conversation flows like that.

Misa is dedicated to her work, tweaking graphics to match my copy.

But I can't focus.

The cleavage peeking from her blouse glistens with a light sheen of sweat.

The summer humidity makes the fabric cling a bit, outlining her breasts clearly.

(Ah, just being this close to her huge tits is making my crotch heat up...)

As evening deepens, the other office lights start turning off.

Inside the booth, it's quiet, just the clock ticking away.

Misa stretches her arms up, emphasizing her chest even more.

I stare at my copy but keep stealing glances.

Her massive breasts rise round and firm against gravity; touching them would probably swallow my fingers.

"Takashi, you seem distracted. Tired?"

Misa laughs and lightly taps my shoulder.

That brief warmth sends my heart racing.

"No, I'm fine. Just a bit warm, maybe."

I brush it off, but my groin is throbbing.

For a virgin like me in my late twenties, this is pure torment.

I jerk off to fantasies every night, but having the real Misa's huge tits swaying right in front of me is too much.

Suddenly, Misa stands and pulls back her chair.

"Let's take a break. I'll grab some drinks."

She steps out, and I take a deep breath.

But she returns quickly and approaches my desk.

"Takashi, how's the copy coming? Want me to help?"

With that, Misa ducks under my desk.

What? Is she looking for something?

But her head ends up between my knees, her breath warm against my pants.

"M-Misa, what are you doing?"

My voice cracks.

The booth's tightness makes her body heat feel so close.

Misa's face nears my crotch, her huge breasts compressing under the desk like they're about to burst.

(Oh shit, in a place like this... my dick's reacting already...)

Misa giggles softly.

"Takashi, you've been staring at my chest this whole time. I noticed."

Her hand brushes my pants zipper.

She slowly pulls it down, exposing my hardening cock through my boxers.

"Look at that, it's gotten so big. Cute."

I'm in a panic.

But I can't move.

Misa's fingers shift my boxers aside and grip my cock directly.

Her hot palm envelops my shaft.

Pre-cum oozes from the tip, slicking her hand.

"Wow, it's so hot and hard. Takashi, you don't have much experience, do you? You're really worked up."

(Ah, Misa's hand... so soft, just like her huge tits...)

I slump over the desk, stifling my voice.

The office outside is silent; if anyone walks by, we're done for.

But that danger only amps up the thrill.

Misa's hand starts moving slowly up and down.

The skin of my cock stretches, veins bulging.

Her thumb rubs the head, sending electric jolts of pleasure through me.

"Misa, wait... ah..."

My hips buck involuntarily.

Misa's massive breasts brush against my legs under the desk.

The soft flesh presses through my pants, driving me insane.

She picks up the pace, tightening her grip.

"Hehe, your cock's twitching. Does my hand feel good?"

The wet sounds of the handjob echo faintly in the booth.

Schlick, schlick, squelch.

She must have added some spit for better glide.

My cock swells red to the base, pre-cum coating her fingers.

(Being jerked off by busty Misa... it's like a dream... but damn, my fantasies are getting way too twisted...)

Misa gets bolder.

She presses closer under the desk, pushing her huge tits against my knee.

Her blouse gaps open, revealing lace from her bra.

Her G-cup breasts heave with her breaths.

"Your dick's thick and long, Takashi. I'll stroke it harder."

Her hand speeds up.

She squeezes the ridge with thumb and forefinger, pumping furiously.

My balls tighten, the urge to cum building fast.

"Misa, I can't... I'm gonna cum..."

"Go ahead, cum. Shoot it all over my hand."

Climax hits.

My cock pulses, spurting thick ropes of semen.

White cum splatters her palm, hot and sticky between her fingers.

Once, twice, three times... as a virgin in my late twenties, I unleash more than I ever imagined.

(Ah, Misa's hand covered in my load... this is too intense, way too exciting...)

Still panting, Misa emerges from under the desk.

She smiles contentedly and wipes her hand with a handkerchief.

"That was amazing, Takashi. Your face is beet red."

I'm dazed.

My crotch tingles as I struggle to fix my pants.

"This is our secret, okay? Next overtime, we can pick up where we left off."

Misa winks and presses her breasts together.

My eyes drop right into that deep cleavage.

In the summer twilight, the office lingers with the afterglow.

I'm hooked on Misa's huge tits and that handjob now.

I'll probably jerk off to this every night... even though it's real, it feels like a dream.