Summer Beach Encounter: Oil-Soaked Titjob from a Busty Married Woman
On a summer morning, I arrived at the public beach's open pool area as usual. As an amateur beach volleyball player, starting the day with exercise is my routine. The sea
On a summer morning, I arrived at the public beach's open pool area as usual.
As an amateur beach volleyball player, starting the day with exercise is my routine.
The sea breeze felt pleasant, waves crashing in my ears.
Few people were around, so I lounged on a poolside deck chair, enjoying the sun.
As I applied UV cream to my sweaty skin and closed my eyes,
I heard the sound of pages turning nearby.
Glancing sideways, there was a woman there.
Mid-thirties, maybe, reading what seemed to be a freelance travel blogger's book.
Her name, I learned later, was Ayaka.
My gaze locked onto her figure.
Her swimsuit was incredibly erotic, taking my breath away.
The black bikini top could barely contain her unbelievable huge breasts.
G-cup at least, jiggling massively.
Deep cleavage, glistening with sweat under the sunlight.
(Wow, to see such massive tits in my lifetime...
For a virgin like me, it's a dream sight.
What would they feel like to touch? Soft, with fingers sinking in...)
Ayaka was focused on her book but occasionally glanced at the pool.
I couldn't hold back and spoke to her lightly.
"Excuse me, reading a book this early in the morning? Nice weather, huh?"
Ayaka looked up and smiled warmly.
Her light brown hair draped over her shoulders, youthful face but oozing sex appeal.
"Yes, it is. You play volleyball? So active in the morning."
Our conversation flowed easily.
I introduced myself as Yuta and talked about beach volleyball.
Ayaka was a travel blogger, visiting beaches around the world.
Her husband was often away on overseas work trips, so she was alone today.
A married woman... that alone fueled my fantasies.
(A married woman's huge breasts, and her husband isn't here.
Could I touch them? No, probably not. But imagining it makes my cock throb...)
As the sun rose, more people started arriving.
Ayaka pulled out a bottle of suntan oil and looked troubled.
"This is hard to apply to my back... Could you help, Yuta? A young man like you would do it just right."
My heart pounded.
Just her back? But it was a chance.
"Sure, if that's okay? I'll give it a try."
Ayaka lay face down on the deck chair.
I took some oil and started applying it to her back.
Her skin was smooth and warm.
The slippery feel under my fingers was exhilarating.
(Will it stop at her back...? Maybe extend to her ass. Wait, from the side, I can glimpse that cleavage...)
When I finished, Ayaka sat up and winked at me.
"Thanks. That felt good. You have gentle hands.
My husband is always rough, so it was relaxing for once."
The talk turned more personal.
Ayaka started complaining about her sexless marriage.
"With all his trips, I get lonely alone. Coming to the beach and getting approached by a young guy like you makes my heart race."
I blushed and nodded along.
There was a secluded spot at the poolside edge, like behind some rocks.
Ayaka suddenly stood and took my hand.
"Hey, Yuta. That spot over there looks cooler. Want to check it out?"
Seizing her husband's absence, she seemed to be inviting me.
I couldn't resist and followed.
In the seclusion, Ayaka pushed me against the wall.
The early morning beach was still quiet, only waves audible.
Her huge breasts pressed against my chest, a soft pressure.
"Yuta, you still have some oil on your hands.
Could you apply it to my breasts too? They might burn here..."
Ayaka shifted her bikini top, exposing her massive breasts.
G-cup orbs bounced free.
Large pink areolas, nipples already hard and erect.
She handed me the oil bottle, eyes misty.
(No way... a married woman's bare tits. So huge, my hands would disappear in them.
Too intense for a virgin like me. My cock is rock hard...)
With trembling hands, I drizzled oil on her.
I spread it thickly over Ayaka's huge breasts.
Fingers sinking in, slippery glide.
When I pinched a nipple, Ayaka let out a sweet moan.
"Ah... Yuta, you're good. Rub them harder."
My fantasies exploded.
This was a married woman's body. Toiling it without her husband's knowledge.
(The weight of these tits is insane. Milky soft, like they could envelop my cock.
I want a titjob so bad... Just imagining it, I'm close to cumming.)
Ayaka pulled down my swimsuit and gripped my erect cock.
"Wow, so hard. Yuta, you seem like a virgin.
But I can feel your excitement. Let me make you feel good with my huge breasts."
She knelt and slathered oil generously on my cock.
Wet squelching sounds echoed.
Pre-cum mixed in, all sticky.
Ayaka pressed her massive breasts together, sandwiching my cock in her cleavage.
Soft flesh walls enveloped my shaft.
Warm, slick sensation.
(Ugh, like a dream. A huge titjob. Her oiled, shining breasts stroking my cock.
The head bumping her nipples, sending shivers...)
Ayaka began moving her breasts up and down.
Wet slapping sounds, pachun, pachun.
Oil splattered, coating my thighs.
"How's that? My G-cups feel good, right? Way bigger than my husband's."
I thrust my hips in response.
Juice leaked from my tip, soiling her cleavage.
Her nipples rubbed, and she moaned too.
"Ah, Yuta's cock is so hot... My pussy's getting wet."
(Her pussy? I want to see it, show me.
But this titjob is heaven. The breast flesh squeezing my cock, urethra tingling.
As a virgin, I can't handle this raw pleasure...)
The motion intensified.
Ayaka stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip of my cock.
Like a blowjob, drool adding more slickness.
My balls tightened, orgasm building.
"Ayaka, I'm... gonna cum!"
She pressed her breasts tighter, speeding up.
Inside the valley, my cock pulsed.
Ropes of semen erupted, whitewashing her massive breasts.
Spurt after spurt, endless.
Mixed with oil, stringy and sticky.
(I came... blasted virgin load all over a married woman's tits.
So much volume, beyond imagination. Vulgar as hell, but the best...)
Ayaka panted, then laughed.
"Hehe, Yuta, such a huge load. My chest is covered."
She scooped some cum with her finger and licked it.
I collapsed, dazed.
The early morning beach remained quiet, the secret lingering.
Ayaka fixed her bikini and winked.
"Let's meet again. Keep it from my husband."
With that, she left.
Alone, I wiped my cock, recalling the feel of her breasts.
(Was that a dream? No, real.
Even now, I can't forget that oily slickness and the warmth of her massive tits.
Feels like I lost my virginity, but I'll probably fantasize again...)
Since that summer morning, I search for Ayaka's shadow every time I visit the beach.
But I never saw her again.
Still, my jerk-off material increased forever.